Push your luck.

What is the point of having luck if you don't push it? You grab your girthy cock by the base and wiggle it to and fro. When you see his eyes follow it back and forth you know you have him in the palm of your hand. You decide to make a fist.

"That's right, WenDULL. I know all about your type. Riding on your great great great great fucking etcetera grandpa's coattails, hoping no one finds out what a little bitch you are on the inside. Or maybe...you are hoping they WILL see what a sissy slut you are on the inside. So why don't you turn yourself into the sexiest, sluttiest whore I've ever seen, and I'll fuck you with the fattest cock you've ever seen."

For a second you think you've lost him, then WenDULL Worthlesston the Sluteenth licks his lips and whimpers, "You promise not to tell anyone?" You simply smile and nod. You watch him waver...and weaken...and wilt. He begins to undress and for a moment you wonder if you even need to bother turning him into a chick. For all his cockiness, he certainly doesn't have much to show for it downstairs. You wonder if he hasn't changed his feminine features and miniscule manhood because you were right to peg him as a secret sissy.

You get your answer when you see his eyes glow pink, and he chants, "Dlo sdog tel etaf lrufnu, egnahc em otni a yxes lrig!" His hair falls down in golden ringlets past his shoulders, framing a face that softens and shrinks as the features shift to a fetchingly feminine beauty. His chest swells to full D Cup breasts that defy gravity with plump, pink nipples that are standing erect. His waist shrinks and hips swell and the little hair he had on his body disappears leaving only his pale, perfect skin. You see his pathetic prick rise to the occasion one last time, shooting a sticky spurt to the floor and the shrinking and sliding up inside HER to form a bare, beautiful pussy that is dripping with desire.

You walk over to her slowly, licking your lips as you watch her chest heave harder and faster with every step you take. She still has the same superior air as before, even in this state she can't seem to lose her permanent sneer, but it adds a coquettish charm to her now...a bratty bitchiness that just makes you want her more. You can see how bad she wants you to put her in her place...you can smell how bad she NEEDS it. You finally make it to her, your cock pressed hard against her needy cunt and her breasts crushed against your chest. You take her chin in your hand and lift her face so her haughty lips are within a kisses distance of yours and say, "You've done this before. You didn't even need to look up the spell. You're a little bimbo bitch, aren't you, Wendy?"

You can see her brilliant blue eyes shine with anger, but beneath that...deep, dark desire. Her brow furrows and her cheeks glow with a bright red blush. You can see she is trying to compose herself and put up another superior facade, but struggling due to her body betraying her true desires. You let her struggle, knowing the longer you make her wait, the more delicious it will be when she breaks. "No...I just...so many horny men all cooped up together. It's only natural they would gang up on their superiors and turn them into sexy slutty women. I just...they go easier on you if you don't fight them. You'll see! When you're the one getting a train run on you behind the bleachers we'll see how MMPH MMM"

You silence her with a kiss. Your lips wrap around hers and your tongue forces her shrill words back down her throat. You count the seconds before she starts kissing you back, but you aren't even halfway through the first Mississippi before she is moaning around your tongue and grinding her soft body against you. Your hungry hands explore every inch of you, and Wendy leans in to every caress, grope, pinch and stinging slap. You love the way her thicc ass fills your hands, the way her pale skin pinkens as your fingers fondle her. The way her pussy drips and drools for your cock as she practically humps your thigh. Yes, you want her so bad right now you could explode...but you NEED to break her.

You push her away just far enough that she can almost reach your body with hers by lewdly bucking her hips, but keeping her firmly out of reach to keep her whimpering wetly. "Not so fast. If you want this hard, thick cock..." you thrust your hips so that your third leg grazes her wet slit for just an instant, leaving her even needier than before. "Then you are going to have to beg for it." You let her go and smirk smugly. You can see the fury boiling behind her eyes, but you can also see the empty ache eating her up inside. You casually stroll over to a rolling desk chair and take a seat, watching and waiting for her to cave.

You see a look of resignation on her face as she sighs and takes a step towards you. "No. Bitches crawl." Her look of righteous indignation returns, but you just smile and slowly stroke your cock. A part of you almost feels bad for the little twerp turned tramp, but a much bigger, harder part remember what a pretentious prick Wendell was. Maybe you should give her a break while she is still wavering? Then again, if you don't break her all the way, maybe she will think she can get **** on you later.