Yeah… What’s next?!!

Ivy smirks in triumph at your eager admission, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. “I love seeing an arrogant chauvinistic womaniser turned into the very thing he looks down on. The great Bruce Maddox, wealthy misogynist turned into a hot little mewling quim,” Ivy gloats as you nod at whatever she says. She reaches down and grabs your swollen clit, squeezing it gently as she continues to fuck you with the dildo. You scream, the pleasure too much to bear, and cum hard. Your pussy spasms around the plastic cock, juices dripping down onto the floor as you writhe beneath her.

As your orgasm subsides, you look up at her with a mix of awe and fear. You can feel the addiction setting in, the need for more, the desire to please her no matter the cost to your former self. “Hmph, Bree… you’re a disappointment. You’re just too easy. No backbone. I had hoped for more when I first saw you after you took that pill. You don’t even seem to miss your cock or regret taking a pink pill. You almost want to be trapped indefinitely like that, seeking out orgasm after orgasm. That’s not what I’m after. I want a man, trapped in female flesh and struggling vaingloriously to hold onto her dwindling masculinity, who is conflicted and struggles against her slut urges. You… you’re hardly worth my time. You’re not the type of person who fights her female urges - no you fucking cave into them, yielding to the first double ended dikfo that rocks your worl. You’re practically a girl already. Where’s the fun in that. Where’s the drama,” Ivy gives you a dismissively condescending look, pulls her panties on, turns and leaves. “You have to put on more of a show next time slut. Or else.”

“Wait. Mistress. I can try harder,” you say as she leaves.

You blink. It takes a good while to gather your thoughts together post your first sex marathon. And you come to the realisation that when you’re fucking your better judgement and self restraint are not just compromised - they leave the building. You’d just been royally fucked by two people and … holy shit what was happening? This wasn’t the game you knew.

Where were you? In a hospital dreaming all this. That seemed unlikely- no dream was like this. Heaven, hell or purgatory. You didn’t believe in that shit.

The game didn’t dwell on introspection.

There was no Ivy in the game!