Sarah's fetish

Sarah's words tumble out in a husky rush, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and defiance. "It's wrong," she hisses, her gaze never leaving the transformed man beside you. "But... oh, my God, it's so hot. The thought of men being turned into sluts, into breeders. I never thought about it... but now..." She leans forward, her hips gyrating against the dildo in her seat, her own breasts having swollen to the point they're pressing against the thin material of her shirt.

"It's like a fantasy, a twisted dream. These men, so proud and cocky, being reduced to nothing but pleasure-seeking sluts. It's a power trip. I mean, look at him," she gestures at the transformed man, whose eyes are closed and who is softly moaning with each gentle thrust of the dildo. "He's a slut, a wet, willing sex toy. And soon..." She pauses, her gaze turning to your chest where she can clearly see your perky nipples, "you'll be just like him."

You can't help the harsh words that slip out as you witness Sarah's arousal. "You're getting off on this!" you accuse, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and arousal. "You're enjoying watching these men turn into sluts, aren't you? What about me? My manhood, my pride, everything I am is being taken away."

Sarah doesn't look away, her gaze locked with yours, her eyes flashing with a mixture of shame and desire. "Yes, I... I do," she admits, her voice soft, yet defiant. "Sometimes I'd read stories, getting off to the idea of a man losing his masculinity, everything that made him a man, becoming a slut... it's... incredible."

"Sarah, I... Oh, oh God" you start, as your chest feels tight, your nipples tingling with an unfamiliar pleasure as your breasts begin to bud, pushing against the confines of your shirt. "What about me, Sarah?" you demand, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm just as fucked as those men are. But you... you don't care, do you? No, you're enjoying it!"

Your words are laced with a mixture of emotions—anger, hurt, and a burgeoning desire. You can't believe she's getting off on this, on seeing you reduced to a mere object of pleasure. And yet, you can't deny the strange tingling in your chest, the way your nipples ache with a pleasure-filled tension, as if wanting to be touched, teased, and suckled.

Sarah's eyes drop, her cheeks flushing as she finally concedes, "Yes... it turns me on knowing you're being transformed like this. Knowing that soon you'll be bent over and dominated. Fucked like the bitch you've become."

Your attention is suddenly drawn to the dildo that's invaded your body, a part of you still in disbelief that such a thing is even possible. You can feel it bottom out inside you, as if it has gone as far as it needs to in your new snatch. And then, without warning, it begins to thrust, the head of the shaft slowly withdrawing before ramming forward again, a perfect, steady rhythm that has you panting with a new, strange pleasure.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp, your face heating up as you realize what’s happening. The feeling of being penetrated has you squirming against your seat, unconsciously welcoming the invasion. Your breath hitches with each thrust, the moans you can’t help escape your lips. You're increasingly aware of your breasts too, your hardened nipples rubbing against your now tight shirt as the dildo's rhythm fills your groin with a fire you’ve never known.