Your first orgasm

You come hard, your body shaking as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure washes over you, your pussy spasming, your juices coating your fingers as you continue to work yourself. John’s still hard, his cum still leaking from the corners of your mouth as you gasp for breath.

You realise your mistake. If you orgasm a second time, the duration of the pill will be a day longer but… more importantly you’ll be a bimbo, unable to think properly or resist your new female urges. Not that you've done so well with your intellect intact. But it’s too late to stop now. Your body is on fire, the pleasure overwhelming. John sees the desperation in your eyes and smirks, knowing he’s won. He slides his softening cock from your mouth and makes you stand.

John’s hands roam over your new body, caressing your breasts and tracing down your stomach to your wet pussy. He pulls your fingers out and replaces them with his own, pushing deep inside you and making you moan even louder. You can’t believe how good it feels to have him touch you like this, to claim you so completely.

“I’m going to make you cum so much…” he promises you.

You whimper, feeling his fingers in your tight pussy, stroking your g-spot with a precision that leaves you trembling. He’s going to win. You know it. You’re going to be his plaything for a long time and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. You try to hold back, to keep from cumming again, but the sensations are too intense.

You can feel your second orgasm building again, the heat in your core spreading through your entire body. You’re so close, so fucking close, and you know that once you go over the edge, you’re going to be lost to this feeling, lost to the pill’s power. But you don’t care at the moment. You just want it. Need it. Crave it!

John’s fingers plunge deeper into your pussy, his thumb circling your clit with an expert touch. Your legs are shaking, your knees threatening to give out. You lean against the wall for support, your eyes fluttering shut as you try to focus on anything but the pleasure. But it’s too much. It’s all-consuming.

You feel the second orgasm building, the pressure mounting until it’s unbearable. You try to fight it, to clench your muscles and keep it at bay, but John’s touch is too skilled and he knows exactly how to make a girl cum. You can’t help but push back against his hand, your hips rocking into his touch. “Fuck yes! Oh god, John! Fuck me, please!” you beg, the words spilling out of your mouth without thought, the need to cum again overriding any rational thought.

John grins, his eyes dark with desire as he grabs his cock, which is already hard again, and grabs your hips, turning you around to face away. He guides you down onto all fours, your breasts bouncing as he kneels behind you. You can feel your pussy quivering with anticipation, the thought of his cock filling you up making you even wetter.

He slams into you without warning, his cock penetrating deep into your tight, wet pussy. You scream out in pleasure, the sudden intrusion taking your breath away. It’s nothing like the gentle fingering from before. This is raw, animalistic, and it’s everything you never knew you needed. He’s fucking you rough and hard and it’s incredible.

John’s grip on your hips is firm as he fucks you doggy style, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy with a wet, slapping sound that echoes through the storage room. Your breasts hang down, bouncing with each thrust, nipples sliding on the floor as you arch your back, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

You're no longer the confident man you once were. The pill has changed you, and with each stroke of John’s cock, your masculinity is fading away, replaced by an overwhelming need to be filled, to be used, to be a woman. You moan and whimper, the pleasure bordering on pain as he stretches you open, making you feel so **** and small. It’s getting harder to think. As your second orgasm approaches your thoughts slow.

John’s thrusts become more erratic, and you know he’s close to his own climax. You can feel his balls slapping exquisitely against your clit with each deep plunge into your hot pussy. The sensation is unbearable, so intense that you can’t help but push back into him, begging for more. You’ve never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of someone else’s desires. But somehow, you don’t want it to stop.

Your own orgasm is close now, the pleasure building in your core like a volcano about to erupt. You can feel your mind slipping away, the haze of the pill making it harder to think, to remember who you were before. All that matters is the feeling of John’s cock inside you, the way he’s making you feel like a woman. You whine and moan, your voice high and needy, the sound of your own pleasure making you wetter.

John’s hips slap noisily against your ass, the **** of his thrusts driving you shuddering into the ground. You’re lost in the sensation, your thoughts a blur of lust and desire. You can feel his cock hit your g-spot with every stroke, the pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. You’re so close, so fucking close, and you know you can’t hold out much longer.

Your pussy is clenching around him, trying to milk him for every last drop. The first orgasm was amazing, but this one is going to be so much more intense. You can feel the second one building, the heat and pressure threatening to consume you.

John’s breathing is harsh in your ear, his grip on your hips unyielding as he fucks you harder and deeper. He’s relentless, using your body for his own pleasure without a care for your dignity. And yet, you want it. You want to be used like this, to be made to feel like the woman you never knew you could be.

With each thrust, you feel your masculinity slipping away, replaced by a need to please, to be filled, to be dominated. It’s a feeling that’s both terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix of emotions that leaves you panting and **** for more. You push back against him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you chase the release that’s just out of reach.