Punishing a

You sit in front of your laptop, mindlessly scrolling through social media, when a video pops up on your feed. The title catches your attention: "Counterattack: **** Victim Fights Back with Alien Technology". You click on it, curious yet unsuspecting of what was about to unfold.

The video begins with a young man, about your age, surrounded by a group of his friends. He's laughing, boasting to his peers about a recent encounter he had with a girl. "She thought she could say no, but I showed her who's boss," he says, a sinister smile on his face. "I just had to get a little rough, and she knew her place."

His friends laugh along, encouraging his behavior. But as you watch, the man's expression changes. He grips his crotch, his eyes widening in confusion and surprise. "What the...?" he mutters, his voice strained. His friends notice his discomfort and start to look concerned.

"Dude, are you okay?" one of them asks.

The man's moan cuts through the air, a sound of pure, unexpected pleasure. His body starts to move involuntarily, thrusting his hips forward as if he's suddenly possessed. "Something is inside me. I feel something...fucking me....oh fuck!" he cries out, clearly experiencing an orgasm. His friends back away, their eyes wide as saucers.

"Is this some kind of jo...?" another friend starts to ask, but stops as he sees the man's body begins to shift and change. His jaw softens, his skin appearing smoother. His friends stare in horror as his clothes start to hang loose on his transforming body.

The once-boastful man falls to the ground, his strength failing him as pleasure surges through his changing form. "Please... make it stop!" he begs, his voice cracking. Once a low, masculine rumble, it now carries a higher pitch with each passing second. "I can't take this... it's too much!"

His friends watch, frozen in shock, as he grasps at his chest, his moans becoming more feminine with each wave of ecstasy. "Oh... yes..." he whispers, unable to deny the pleasure he's experiencing, even as he fights against it. He is being overwhelmed by the intensity of a woman's orgasm.

His shirt tears open, revealing mounds of flesh that were never meant to adorn his chest. His friends gasp and take another step back, their eyes fixated on the rapidly developing breasts that bounce with each jerk of his hips.

"Holy shit!" one of them exclaims. "He's... turning into a girl!"

The man, now more she than he, whimpers as he grabs his new breasts, unable to believe the changes he has undergone. The once-boastful man, now reduced to a quivering mess, pleas for mercy, his words interspersed with **** moans. "I'm sorry! Please don't turn me into a chick!"

His hands reach down, grasping at his cock, trying to hold on to his masculinity. But it's too late and instead of a cock, his fingers end up caressing sensitive, swollen lips. He feels the wetness between his legs, his body reacting as nature intended.

"No, please... I don't want to like this..." he whimpers. But his protests are weak, drowned out by the sounds of his own moans. Finally his body arches as he experiences a female orgasm with his own body, his...her new pussy clenching and milking the invisible shaft.

The video freezes on the image of the moaning former man as a distorted voice begins to speak. "Listen up, all you assholes who think it's okay to **** yourselves on women. You might have thought you were tough, but now we can take away that which is most precious to you."

"The time you **** inside a woman will be your last. We will transform just like him. You too will lie there helpless and moaning while a cunt takes root in your body." The voice continues, painting a vivid picture of what these men might soon endure. "Of course it won't end with a simple transformation. The Martian dildo, like all their tools, are intended to create perfect slutty breeders. Most of those transformed end up seeking out the Martians within a month, begging to be fucked and enslaved. So go ahead 'alphas', fuck around and soon you'll be the one bent over taking a dick."