Womb Girls

Mark always claimed he could sleep through almost anything. That definitely did not include his girlfriend deepthroating his cock until he came down her throat. The orgasm is mindblowing. He's gasping and moaning like some chick and a porno as the pleasure washes over him. All the while, Sarah keeps sucking his dick, enjoying the sight of Mark so overwhelmed. Finally, she pulls back and smiles while her hands continue stroking his cock. Even though he's just cum, he can already feel himself ready to go again.

"Holy shit, babe," he said. "How did you do that? I thought I was going to lose my mind."

"I can't take all the credit. Your new addition has a lot to do with it," Sarah said. "Always warned you I wouldn't tolerate you cheating on me. I was mad at first, but nothing I do to you can top what you've already done to yourself."

"Cheat? I'd never cheat on you!" Mark denies.

"Save it, your words are worthless when you've already been marked." says Sarah as shes pokes a spot on his belly. Mark looks down and spots the womb tattoo and curses.

"So I got drunk and somehow ended up with a girly tattoo. That doesn't mean I cheated on you."

"Oh this is too precious," Sarah says as she continues to stroke Mark's cock. "How can you not know? I thought all guys knew? Women with those womb tattoos are breeders the Martians send out. They're aching for dick, but it's a trap. Any man who fucks one gets his own womb tattoo and shortly after an actual womb. Have you not noticed how much smaller you are even though you're hard? Every orgasm drains away your masculinity to grow your new womb."

"You're fucking crazy!" Mark shouts. "I'm not gonna get bitched!" Yet even as he denies it, his hips thrust against her hand. Handjobs were normally nothing but a warmup for him, but for some reason Sarah is driving him wild. It's like his sensitivity is cranked up and he's soon gasping and moaning as he gets closer to the edge. Sarah smiles and speeds up her stroking as he gives a strangled cry and bucks his hips wildly. Despite Mark's obvious orgasm, not a drop of a cum comes out. Instead, his womb tattoo glows and there's a tugging at his groin as his cock retreats further inside him. His hips began to widen and his balls throb as they shrivel up until he's left with a bare stretch of skin below his cock. His cock is small enough that Sarah can easily hold the entire thing in her hand.

The worst part is he's still hard and while her stroking has slowed, she hasn't let up.

"Hey, hey, lets talk about this," Mark tries, "I was out drinking and made a mistake."

"Oh, poor baby," Sarah mocks, "A mistake is stubbing your toe. You fucked around and now you're finding out. Not like you can change anything now. Everyone knows there's no going back once you've got a womb tattoo. Besides, it's not that big of a change. You were already a manwhore. This is just getting rid of the man part. Bet you can already feel it. An aching emptiness growing in you, but you need a pussy before you can get that itch scratched. Don't worry, you haven't got much man time left."

"Please, I'm sorry," he begs, "Don't do this to me. I don't want to be a bitch!"

Sarah smirks and speeds up her stroking. "You did this to yourself, Mark. You're going to be such a slut from now on. You'll have all the pussy you ever wanted. Your own. But I think you'll be a little more focused on getting it stretched by a big cock than playing with it yourself. Now stop trying to resist and cum for me. Cum for me one last time."

Mark struggles to resist the pleasure, but he can't deny his own needs. When he tries to picture himself fucking some horny bitch, it's him with his face down getting his insides rearranged. Despite his words, the transformation has already gone too far. With a surprised gasp, he's pushed over the edge. If the previous orgasms were fireworks, this is a supernova. His vision whites out and he's distantly aware that he's screaming and writhing in pleasure. Sarah continues stroking his cock as it vanishes inside him and a pop announces his new pussy opening up. His snatch pulses with need as Mark's orgasm slowly winds down. Finally he collapses, utterly spent.

Sarah looks down on her work with a smile. "That orgasm was better than you deserved. I'm almost jealous. How do you feel now, baby? Ready to find a Martian to paint your new womb with his cum? Your new pussy is already dripping with need." She slides a finger into his pussy and it clenches down on her finger as if trying to drag it deeper inside.

"Yessss. Please, I need more." Mark moans as he humps her hand. Sarah adds more fingers but he keeps begging for more. Soon she's fisting his new cunt as he moans and writhes, but an orgasm continues to elude him. Finally, she withdraws her hand from his gaping snatch.

"Face it, Mark," Sarah says, "You need to get fucked. You want to bend over and get pounded by some thick Martian dick. Your old life is over. It's time to get bred." She climbs off the bed and begins to dress, leaving Mark laying there panting and slick with sweat, his new pussy still twitching with need. His womb tattoo glows brighter as his body craves what it was designed for: Breeding. He knows there's no going back now, and as much as he hates it, he can't deny the desires that have taken hold of him. Mark is no longer a man; he is destined to spend the rest of his days getting railed by the Martians.