Side piece of ass

You gave Monica a shot and watched as she fell fast asleep, brushing her hair aside before you turned your attention to the other room, making sure that you were thorough in cleaning your wife's spit off you before you moved into the room and looked inside. Jenkins was asleep, though you were sure that you had an easy way to wake him up. But there was another thing you wanted to you, a test of sorts.

"You're going to be my test bitch," you whispered, pulling up a chair and stroking yourself, grasping your cock with one hand while fondling his ample breasts with the other. There was still quite a bit of hair and his skin was not yet soft or remotely feminine in smell, texture, or feel. That was something you have to change, you noted, but there was a time to do that. Still, breasts were breasts, and as you squeezed and manipulated the nipple, a semi-feminine moan escaped from Jenkin's lips.

"That's it, pet, moan for me," you whispered, stroking and tweaking his nipple, the smell of his arousal starting to fill the room. You smiled and you shot your load in the cup. It was definitely less than a few minutes ago but, compared to an average man, you had almost five times his load in there. If this didn't work, your company would make a killing on sperm load enhancements.

After your cock finished spasming, you sat back down and ran your hand in the cup, feeling the slightly warm cum on your fingertips. It was an odd sensation, you admitted, but you made sure your fingertips were coated before you slipped the blanket off and turned his sleeping body onto his side facing you. A few adjustments and you slipped your fingers down between his legs and ran over his clit before slipping into him. Jenkins moaned again, his hips slowly bucking to your hands and the moment the cum touched his g-spot, you smiled again as you watched the man cum for you.

"Oooh, G-spot orgasm? Interesting..." you kept him cumming for a few moments before you brought your fingers out of him and scooped another load before placing it back in, finger fucking him the entire time. Jenkins' body was covered with a sweaty hue as he came repeatedly for you, though the **** were keeping him asleep still kept him in a fruitful slumber. With an orgasmic twist.

You leaned forward as you brought your fingers out of his pussy and began to finger his clit, causing him to cum again. "Your voice is too masculine. You will speak with a higher pitched voice." You pressed your finger on his clit and Jenkins came for you again, though his voice was much higher than before. As you continued to lather your fingers with cum and dripped it into his pussy, Jenkins' voice kept getting higher and more feminine until it was, beyond a doubt, the sound of a woman, a young woman, and you nodded before you slipped your fingers down to the knuckle, as deep as you could push it, and then yanked it out quickly before he squirted and coated the entire bed with his juices.

"Oh man, I have a squirter," you laughed a bit before you looked into the cup. There was still over half of it remaining but you already had him cumming for 10 minutes straight. "Damn...hate to let this go to waste," you mused before you turned his head to face you and opened his mouth. The moment your fingers touched his lips, Jenkins tried to suck your fingers and you coated his tongue with the cum from the cup. The poor dear came again, another huge squirt of lube shot out from his body, before you tilted the rest of the contents down his throat. In his delirious sleep, Jenkins grabbed the cup from your hands and squeezed, manipulated, and then resorted to sticking his tongue into it and lapped it, the scent and smell of your body and your pheromones causing him to orgasm yet again, the third in 3 minutes, but this was a dry one and he collapsed, ****, onto the soaked bed.

"You love my smell and you go weak in the knees when you smell it. You love it so much that you can't sleep without something that has my smell with you. If you fight it, you will get more and more tired until you can't sleep anymore. You need to smell me. It makes you safe, it makes you feel happy." You watched it dawn into his mind slowly and you leaned forward until your breath brushed his neck. "You're not a man anymore. No man would dare do that. You're my woman now, you will see yourself as a woman, and you will want to be with me as my woman...understand?"

"...woman...." she muttered softly before her head collapsed onto the pillow.

Fucking hell...