Richie's Transformation

Richie had struggled when the Alpha carried him into the Pearson’s clinic. All the way up to the reception area he’d wriggled and demanded to be let go. The Alpha that had brought him in from the van had sat down, pulled Richie over his lap and had spanked him in front of everyone. Richie didn’t know what had been worse. The burning sensation of his ass cheeks or the humiliation of being spanked in front of people he knew; in front of one of his former friends who was sitting there with his mother, getting a blow job from her until it was their turn.

“Holy shit Richie, is that you?” Richie hadturned his head away, his face almost as red as his ass. Subdued, Richie had walked meekly with the two Alphas to the treatment room. As he entered, he saw Doctor Hawkins, who he’d previously seen only on billboards with Pearson’s ads standing there, waiting for him.

“Ah Richie, have a seat. Your sister made the arrangements for you and I have to say, very considerate. You’ll be happy to know you’ll keep your mind almost fully intact, though you won't be able to refuse orders or throw temper tantrums.” Doctor Hawkins looked at Richie over the top of his glasses. “But you wouldn’t do that anyway, would you Richie? I heard you were a very firm believer in the position of the Alpha in the family.”

Richie said nothing, his cheeks still burning red from the humiliation. This couldn’t be happening to him! He was supposed to be the Alpha not…. Not…

“As for the physical aspects, your sister didn’t go overboard there either.” He continued. “You’ll be a petite little thing. Sensations ramped up so you’ll love everything people will do to you. The perfect little fucktoy”

That last word crashed into Richie’s mind and stayed there. “F..fucktoy…?” he murmured, staring ahead of himself.

“Yes, a very happy little fucktoy, that’s what you’ll be. Isn’t that great? I’ve got things from here Jerome.” Doctor Hawkins nodded to the Alpha that had brought him in.

Jerome nodded, the hulking Alpha leaving the room but stopping to put a massive hand on Richie’s shoulder. “I’ll see you around little fucktoy. Don’t cause any trouble, or you’ll get another spanking.” He laughed, exiting the room.

“Now, lie back and relax. Close your eyes, Richie. This won’t hurt a bit.” Richie obeyed, the fight having left him as a tear rolled down his cheek. “This isn’t fair,” he murmured as he felt the needle enter his arm, slowly drifting off to sleep. “I was supposed to be the Alpha not… not a…”

“Fucktoy?” Doctor Hawkins put his hand on Richie’s shoulder, reassuring him. “It’ll be alright Risha, you’ll love the new you. Trust me.”

“My name isn’t….”

Risha got up, a bit unsteady on her feet. She looked down at her new body. Fully female, she thought, running her hands over herself. She was shocked that she now thought of herself as a woman, as Risha. “Yes, all masculine traces are gone.” Doctor Hawkins confirmed as he looked at the young woman exploring herself. “We even put in a womb and those things are not cheap. Your sister’s lucky yours got subsidized.”

“Subsidized?” Risha asked, unsure.

“Oh yes, the Church paid for it, in exchange for the first breeding. You, you lucky girl, are going to get bred by Father Cavill himself.”

“That’s right,” Risha’s head whipped around to the door where the words came from, seeing him standing there. The man who had snitched her out, who she was sure had done this to her. The man who she’d threatened to… to… oh god…. To do exactly what he was going to do to her.

“No… no you can’t be serious… not with him, he’s so…. old…” Risha tried to back away but hit the wall.

“You belong to your sister, the procedure imprinted her on you. And her order is that you are obey Father Cavill until he’s bred you.” Risha’s eyes went wide in horror as she felt the weight of those words.

“No… no…”

“Come along now girl, that body of yours isn’t going to breed itself.” Father Cavill turned, clearly expecting her to follow him.

To her surprise, she did. Her body seemed to move on auto- pilot. She recalled Doctor Hawkins telling her about her mental mods. “I can’t refuse,” she mumbled.

Doctor Hawkins gave her a small pat on her butt. “That’s right sweetheart, you can’t refuse. You’re still you; just a 'you' that will obey.” he smiled at her, not unkindly. “Just push away all those bad thoughts and you’ll be happy. This was done for your benefit as well. No need to second guess or think too much about what’s happening. Just obey and enjoy.”

The car ride to the Church was quiet, Risha cowed by Cavill’s presence. He might be a Beta but he towered over her. Once, she saw him as an unassuming, unimportant old man. Now, he felt like an imposing presence. Like an ancient oak.

“You… you did this to me,” she said, softly as they entered his small house next to the Church. He stripped, folding his clothes neatly and putting them on a chair.

“Yes,” he said simply.

“What… for ****? Because I threatened you?” She spat out, her eyes flashing before backing down as she saw the look in his eyes.

“No, because you would not have made a good Alpha. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees. You’ve talked enough for one evening. There’s better uses for that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Risha opened and closed her mouth. No words came out. Her mind was still hers but her body belonged to Olivia and whoever Olivia gave her to. This gross old man was going to put his hands on her. She was going to suck his wrinkly old cock and let him use her until she was carrying his baby. And there was nothing she could do but obey.

Wordlessly she shuffled forward, dropping to her knees and looking up at his ancient gnarly cock. “That’s a good girl,” he grinned, slapping his cock against her lips a few times. “Now open up and have a taste.”

Risha was unable to prevent herself from opening her mouth and putting it around his cock. He smelled nothing like Olivia had. Her cock had still smelled feminine, the pre-cum on her cock like strawberries. The cock now penetrating her mouth had a strong masculine musk. She was reminded of the retirement home they visited her grandfather in. The taste of the sweat of old men. The salty drop of pre-cum on the tip made Risha gag, but Cavill was relentless, putting a hand on her head and keeping it steady.

“Didn’t you suck Olivia’s cock already? What are you being bashful about now?” He chuckled. “Ah, I suppose it’s a bit different when blowing a man isn’t it. Doesn’t taste like lavender and strawberries and other girly stuff.” He let Risha drop his cock from her mouth, grinning down at her as she coughed before cupping her chin. “Better get used to it honey, this will be your life now. Oh I’m sure Olivia will still make use of you every now and then. If you’re very lucky, she’ll even breed you.”

He pulled her face back to his cock, pushing it inside and settling on a gentle rhythm as he slowly fucked her face. “But for the most part, you’ll be a public use whore. Privately collared maybe, but most of your time will be spent in the public stocks. Where they put the Local sluts.”

Risha tried to protest, her mouth filled with old cock preventing her from saying anything, strangled gargling the only thing was able to produce. Cavill laughed. “A place for everyone and everyone in their place. And your place, my sweet little slut, is as a public use whore. You’ll never be without cock for long you lucky girl.” Cavill sped up, grunting as he prepared to feed her his first load. “Take it you little slut, take it all, fucckkkkk!”

Risha supposed she was lucky that Cavill wasn’t an Alpha. His cum wasn’t nearly as thick or copious as Olivia’s had been. But hers had tasted good. Cavill’s tasted bitter, like an old man mixed with garlic. If he hadn’t been holding her down, his ancient balls covered in thick grey fuzz resting on her chin, she would have spat out everything. As it was, she had **** but to swallow.

“Aaah, that was good.” Cavill towered over her, his softening cock falling out of Risha’s mouth. A final spurt went over her face as she sat there on her knees, coughing, gulping for air. A large grimace on her face as her mouth was permeated with the taste of his semen. Cavill patted her head. “Good girl. Now clean me up and get me ready for round two. Time to knock you up.”

Risha’s eyes widened in terror and for the first time the smile on Father Cavill’s face was not as neutral and friendly anymore. It was like that of a predator who had cornered a prey and knew it had nowhere to run. He grinned, seeing the shivering girl move in and very reluctantly lick the congealing semen off his cock.

“Don’t forget my balls now” She flinched, very slowly and very reluctantly sticking out her tongue and licking the hairy balls, matted with grey fuzz. From her face she obviously hated the taste but obeyed nonetheless. “Good girl.” He patted her head again, like a pet. “You’ll be doing a lot of this.” On the inside, Risha screamed.