Shelly, a reformed lesbian, and you

Shelly's laughter echoes in the room, mocking yet filled with delight as she taunts you. "Look at you, such a horny slut. Can't resist the sensations, can you? And you! What a disappointment you must have been. You left her so unsatisfied that Rachel is already ok with you getting bitched!"

As Shelly speaks, she thrusts the dildo back into Rachel's dripping snatch, the toy stretching her tight folds. Rachel's eyes roll back as she cries out, her body shuddering with another powerful orgasm. Your sight blurs as you cum in unison with her.

"Oh fuck!" Rachel exclaims, her voice hoarse as she grinds her hips, riding the dildo. "I'm cumming again! Why does this feel so fucking good?"

The room spins as your senses are overwhelmed by Rachel's pleasure, your are powerless to do anything but accept what is coming. Your hips jerk as your nonexistant cunt clenches, the sensations that tell you another orgasm is immenent. The world narrows to the movement of the dildo inside Rachel's pussy.

"Agh! Fuck me!" Rachel screams, her whole body shaking, legs kicking while the dildo pounds her core and makes her cum again. Your hips jerk as your nonexistant cunt clenches. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of you, and you feel yourself changing, surrendering your masculinity with every ecstatic pulse.

"That's it, Rachel, cum for me," Shelly coos. "And you, my boy, are losing what made you a man. Your pathetic little cock seems so eager to unload. Every time it does, it's a bit smaller, a bit more like the clit it's becoming. And look at those tits!"

Your own cries are stifled by the gag as your body is overwhelmed by yet another orgasm. Your hips begin to shift and widen, making room for the still phantom pussy that clenches in synchronicity with Rachel's. Your breasts swell further, until they are rounded, firm globes—full C cups topped with stiff nipples that ache to be sucked. Your own orgasm continues for far longer than you're used to, your phantom cunt clenching and releasing over and over again around the shaft deep inside you as your balls contract, spurting smaller and smaller loads as your cock shrinks until it's a fraction of its former self.

"Not much to be proud of now, is it?" Shelly teases. "Soon that cock will be gone, and you'll be a proper little breeder. Should've been a better man and satisfied her if you didn't want to be transformed into a horny bitch."

You squirm, trying to wriggle free as panic sets in, but the ropes bite into your skin, holding you firmly. You're horrified to find that your strength is noticeably less than it was before. You struggle and buck while Rachel's cries for more. The your thighs squeeze your diminished cock, trapped as it is between your new womanly flesh. Your feminine wails sounding more like sobs as you try to escape the inevitable.

Shelly grins at your pitiful attempts to escape. "Poor boy, I thought she'd put up a better fight, but you've brought this upon yourself. After all, you left your girl here so needy that she's willing to see you unmanned for a few good orgasms."

"Please," Rachel whimpers, not even noticing your attempts to get free and not caring about your plight, her hips jerking to meet the dildo's thrusts. "Make me cum again, Shelly. Pound my pussy. I need more!"

"See, this is what happens when you leave your woman unsatisfied," Shelly says, her eyes bright with glee as she watches you. "She'd rather be with a woman who can give her what she needs. She'd much rather see you bitched, turned into a slut for the Martians. Just look at her pussy dripping all over this dildo. Bet you never gave her such a good fuck!"

With each word, Shelly thrusts the dildo inside Rachel, making her moan and strain at her restraints. But Rachel isn't trying to escape. She's blind to your struggles. All she wants to do is cum again and again and how can you blame her? The sensation of the that dildo stretching out her walls, her walls spasming as it grinds against her gspot, the spasms of pleasure shooting through both of you as Rachel draws closer to another orgasm. It's irresistible.

As Shelly's thrusts grow more intense, the pleasure ratchets higher. Your body relaxes into the ropes, no longer fighting as the pleasure takes control. Your whole body writhes from the pleasure, your cries, near constant as the g-spot of your nonexistant pussy is firmly rubbed.

You moan, your hips bucking, no longer wanting escape but more stimulation. You can feel it building in the both of you, just waiting to explode forth as Rachel screams, then, with one final, deep thrust, Shelly sends her over the edge. Rachel cums, her pussy clenching hard around the dildo as she cries out, squirting, her juices gushing out and drenching the dildo and Shelly's hand.

The orgasm hits you like a freight train, your mind is blown completely as you buck and shudder helplessly in the ropes, your phantom pussy spasming around the cock inside you. You feel your diminished balls contract, squirting the last of your loads from your pathetic little cock as it shrinks.

Your orgasm continues unabated, a torrent of pleasure that shows no sign of stopping, even as a profound transformation takes place between your legs. You gasp, eyes wide as you feel your cock suddenly being pulled back inside your body, flesh molding around it, carving out a path to your new womb. Where your cock once stood, swollen labia form and you realize a new, piercing need as your new pussy clenches and squeezes, aching to be filled. Moaning, you can only imagine what it'd feel like to have that dildo inside you for real, spreading your new folds., your untried womb greedy for seed.

As the orgasmic sensations ripple through you, an erotic image forms in your mind. It is no longer one taking your girlfriend, having her writhe in pleasure beneath you. You picture yourself, transformed, on your back beneath a muscular alien, your legs spread wide and a massive Martian cock pounding into your own wet, swollen pussy. The more you think about it, the more it excites you, and your new womb begs to be seeded.

Your new pussy throbs with need, swollen lips glistening as they part slightly, revealing a hint of the pink, sensitive flesh within. Your untried love canal weeps with desire, the juices trickling down your inner thighs. The scent of your arousal fills the air, a potent musk that makes even Shelly take notice.

"Oh my, look at your pretty little pussy, all swollen and glistening," Shelly coos, running a finger along the edge of your new labia, making you shudder with pleasure. "You're a natural born slut, aren't you?" She teases, "Such a shame you're so thirsty for Martian meat. I'd love to break you in with my strap-on."