She gives you some answers

“Who are… the leaders…of the cult?”

Every word was punctuated by a savage thrust of your cock into her grasping clingy cunt. Her body was slick with sweat, her mouth agape and her eyes rolled back into her head. Having lived her whole life as a man, Albert was discovering the joys of having his cunt stuffed.

“Fuuuhuuck,” she moaned, watching you piston in and out of her new gentials. “It’s…ffffuck…Chapman…ahhh…Halbert….Glover…Dickson…ohmygod…”

You grabbed her hips and threw her into another position, standing behind her and taking hold her long dark hair, angling deeper and coaxing a guttural moan of delight from the new woman.

“And where,” you grunted, “ … is the next meeting?”

“Sssssteel mill,” she hissed, a trail of drool escaping her mouth, “Friday night…they’re…gonna…ooooohhhshit, give…girl to Incubus…”

That managed to puncture the fog of the pleasurable sensations and sent an alarm bell through your mind. “Where’s the girl?” You demanded, “where are they keeping her?”

“Don’t know,” she breathed, her eyes closed tightly from pleasure. “Please, just fuck me some more….”

You growled in frustration, but the tightness of her cunt was too good. You flipped her over again, this time looming over her body and locking eyes with her a you fucked away. Her gaze was euphoric, enraptured. Whatever hard man Albert had once been, he was now little more than a fuck hungry slut.

“Look at me,” you growled. “You were a man, but now you’re a woman. And I’m going to make you a woman by putting that new womb of yours to good use. Gonna a fuck a baby into you.”

She screamed, though whether it was in outrage or delight you couldn’t tell anymore. With a grunt you unloaded a fat wad of cum deep inside her, watching as she writhed and squirmed with what looked to be orgasmic bliss.

Albert was dead, long live Autumn.