The next day

You look at the pregnancy test in your hand. Negative. Some small part of you rejoiced, but it was quickly drowned out by a deep clawing sadness. Carl had cum inside you yesterday, but you're not pregnant yet.

Nooo!, a part of you screamed. I don't want to be an ugly boy again!

"I'm home!"

Carl's voice booms through the house. Your heart skips a beat at the sound.

Our house, you thought.

Carl had only met the girl-version of you yesterday afternoon, but that night after he came inside your asshole for the third time, he told you that you were moving in. Permanently. Just a few hours after he first fucked your throat, he had you at the mall buying clothes. It was odd, though, because if he wanted you to live here permanently, he hadn't really tried very hard to get you pregnant. Sure, he came in your pussy once in the kitchen, but after that first one, every load he gave you was in your mouth, or in your ass, or on your face. He could have dumped a dozen loads in you by now!

"Coming, sir!" you call out from the toilet. You dab yourself with paper, flush, and make your way downstairs. You catch a glimpse of your pink-painted toenails peeking out the front of your new six-inch platform heels. "Slut heels," Carl had called them when he gave them to you. "Because you're a little slut and that's all you'll ever be." You remember the flutter in your heart as he said that in the shoe store. "Thank you, sir," you had told him, beaming. It had only been a day, but it was already as easy to walk in them as it was to walk in your old sneakers. Your body was built to be dressed like a whore. You also have a too-small baby doll t-shirt that says "DUMB" on it in sparkly letters stretched over your tits, and your plaid schoolgirl miniskirt barely covers your ass and pussy--no panties, of course; Carl had insisted--so you'd constantly be flashing anyone who walked behind you, but Carl wanted you dressed like this, and you felt compelled to do exactly what Carl wanted.

"When I pull in the driveway, I expect you to be waiting for me at the door, you dim-witted bitch!"

"Sorry, sir! Please forgive me. I'll come faster next time," you say as you enter the living room. He greets you in his favorite way: a hard slap across the face and then he sticks his tongue in your mouth, grabbing a handful of your fat ass and sliding his other hand--the one that had just slapped you--up your shirt to grope your big tits.

Fuck, this is so fucking hot. He fucking owns me. What a wet little cunt I am for him.

When he released you, he slapped your ass. "Get me a beer, bitch."

Nodding dumbly, you mince to the kitchen and quickly returned with a cold bottle of beer. He was sitting in his chair, TV on, with his dick out.

Holy fuck, that dick is perfect, you think. Your mind suddenly flashes with images of yourself last night getting fucked in every position by this giant throbbing monster of a cock.

How did I ever think I was a man, when I'm such a natural at getting fucked? I was never really a man. My dick wasn't even half this big. I'm so fucking lucky I got turned into a girl. And even luckier that I found this dick to fuck me.

You hand him the beer and immediately drop to your knees between his legs. His dick bobs and pulses in front of you and you feel your mouth water as your nostrils fill with his sweaty musk. Christ, it's fucking huge.

"Please, sir, can I suck your cock? I'll suck it real good, and then you can cum in my pussy if you want? If I don't get pregnant by tomorrow night, I'll turn back into stupid John again. So, will you please please please cum in my tight little teen pussy and get me pregnant, Daddy?" You bat your blue eyes at him and gently kiss the tip of his dick with your wet, pink lips, letting your tongue sneak in just a little lick of the tip. Fuck, his dick tastes perfect.

Carl smiled, slowly gathered a wad of spit into his mouth, and hawked a loogie right into your face.

"Go ahead and suck me, cunt. But I'm not cumming in your pussy."

As soon as you got his permission, you start slobbering your wet mouth up and down his pole. You fuck his meat deep down your throat, saliva flowing out around your lips and down his balls as he cracks open his beer. Maybe he noticed the panic in your eyes, because he continues talking.

"But don't worry, slut. You're getting pregnant. I'm not gonna let you turn back into that little faggot John. I'm not fucking stupid. I got a hot little teenage cunt here eager to do every nasty thing I can think of. You're young and sexy and you love getting abused. I hit the fucking jackpot. I'm gonna treat you like shit for the rest of... my... fucking... life..." At that his balls tighten up closer to his body and suddenly throb down, pumping what seems like a fucking gallon of thick, salty sperm into your mouth. Yet another load that belongs in my cunt, you think for a moment, even as your heart is overjoyed that you are fortunate enough to get to swallow this man's cum.

You hadn't even been here 24 hours, but already the taste of Carl's cum was something you didn't know how you had ever lived without. Your pussy twitched and suddenly exploded with an orgasm, which seemed to happen every single time you got a taste Carl's jism.

"What do you say, bitch?" he asked, tipping back his beer.

You slowly pull your face up off Carl's thick cock, dragging your tongue across the underside, eager to savor every flavor of his load. You feel yourself a little worried by his words, but also excited and proud that he wants YOU for the rest of his life.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me suck your big cock. Thank you for your delicious cum. I'm the luckiest teenage slut in town to have found such a perverted man to fuck my stupid face. But... if you're not going to cum in my pussy again, how am I going to get pregnant before tomorrow?"

"That shirt you're wearing is right. You really are dumb. I mean, I always thought you were dumb when you were a boy, but now I think you're actually fucking dumber. How do you think, stupid? I found somebody."

"Sir?"

"I got a friend coming over tonight. He paid me ten thousand dollars to impregnate this sweet little teenager who never even got fucked before yesterday. Hear that, bitch? You're finally gonna be a real whore."

"But... you aren't going to cum in me? I wanted your baby, sir."

Again, he spits in your face.

"I don't care what you want, whore. You do what I fucking want. Got that? You have decades of my cumloads to look forward to. You're gonna be my bitch forever."

Fuck, he's so fucking strong. He doesn't care what I want. He doesn't have to. He is a man, and I am his bitch. You nod.

"Yes, sir. I'll let your friend get me pregnant so I can stay here as your fuckslave forever."

Rage flashes in his eyes and Carl slaps you hard in the face.

"You'll LET my friend get you pregnant? What makes you think you get a fucking choice, bitch? I will let my friend get you pregnant. I own this pussy, remember? I fucking own you, cunt. I say who fucks you."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I was just trying to agree with you, sir. I'm such a stupid cunt."

"Yeah. Now go clean yourself up. Put some makeup on, you look like a fucking disgrace."

Back upstairs, you quickly apply some eyeliner and lipstick. You'd found that your hands just knew what to do when it came to "girl stuff" like using makeup or fastening a bra. Seeing your face all made up, you feel the moisture in your pussy start to leak down your thighs.

I'm so fucking hot. And I'm such a pathetic little slut. I hope I get pregnant soon.

The doorbell rang.