Round 2

The stadium was silent. They watched the once proud man slowly transform, his rugged face contorting in anger and fear as his muscles disappeared.

Twenty seconds later, and the end product was before you.

The referee chuckled as she held up a mirror allowing the woman who was formally the proud Drake Barlow to see her reflection.

Her face went pale as she examined her new features, her brown eyes were now orange, and the mole appeared beneath her lips. She had Violet-red hair that extended down to her ass. Her figure was perfect, skin flawless, and face absolutely stunning and mature. Drake never wore a shirt to a fight as a boxer, so her incredibly bountiful tits were currently out in the open.

Another thing you noticed was that all her injuries were gone. Yeah, X-Change did have a restorative effect. Still, it wasn't recommended to be used for such purposes.

The referee took the mirror away and smirked in disdain at Drake. She wouldn't mind having sex with such a strong man, but she had never liked Drake. She had heard many nasty rumors about Drake and his greedy and arrogant behavior.

"Alright, round one is over now onto round two!" She shouts, not giving Drake the time to recover.

In reality, while the loser was allowed to retaliate after being given X-Change. Round two was nothing but a joke.

"I will make your fucking pay for this!"

Her beautiful face contorted in anger, and she charged at you repeating her previous mistake. She refused to become some nobody's **** and would take you down at any cost.

Unfortunately, her display of anger was nowhere near as intimidating as before. While the X-Change did heal her, removing her injuries also significantly reduced her strength. Her familiarity with her new body was zero.

As such, you simply sidestepped and grabbed her from behind as she attempted to tackle you.

"S-stop, you fucking bastard!"

She said as you fondle her DD-cup tits. She felt her body heat up as you circled your fingers around her nipples, gently applying pressure while holding her body in place. That did not stop her from thrashing about in your arms in an attempt to get free.

"Just surrender, your mine now."

"Yeah, right, basta- ahh... stop that, f-fuck you" She yelps as you roughly grope her tits.

X-Change was quite a fascinating pill. Not only did it change you physically, but it also changed you mentally. It made your willpower decrease significantly.

Men full of testosterone and large egos could be reduced to fuck toys and cum dumps with an X-Change pill leading to addiction. Drake was serving as a perfect example of that as you took off her loose-fitting shorts.

Her struggle died down, and she was at your mercy as you pushed her down on the ground and removed your pants.

"Suck"

"F-fuck you, I won't!"

You smirk and look down at her condescendingly before taking a couple finger and pushing them into her tight folds.

"AHH N-NO AH, it's so goooood!" she lewdly moaned, and she tried to regain composure bet you didn't let off the attack.

"Will you do it?"

"AHH F-fuck y- ahhh No No more, please stop. I'll do it. It's too much, please stop! AHH, no, I'm cumming!"

The stimulation was too much, and she orgasmed right there, squirting all over herself.

"Squirting that hot, now will you suck?" You bring your fingers closer and threaten to finger her again.

"Y-yes, please spare me please."

"In a lust-filled haze, she gets on her knees and stares at your cock. She should have felt repulsed, but instead... it looked amazing, she needed this!

First, she stroked your cock a couple of times before she licked and then started to smell it. She was intoxicated.

"I said, suck! Hurry up; we don't want to hold up the next match ****."

"Y-yes"

"Yes, what?

"Yes, master..."

Her last bastion of sense crumbled as she begins to go down on your dick, taking it all the way to the base. Her technique improves at lightning speeds, and it almost feels as if she is trying to swallow your cock with the amount of pressure you felt.

She made wet sounds as she continued to bob up and down on your cock, trying to milk you of your cum.

And finally, as she sped up, you reached your limit and pushed her down to the base **** her on your cock and came in her throat. She gagged on your cock as cum spilled out of her mouth.

"Plegh agh bleh."

"Swallow it all."

Nodding her head, she pushed and licked it all back up before swallowing it all in a large gulp.

"Alright, round two is over. You will have to continue later, sorry about that!"

The announcer called out. They were on a strict time schedule, so they couldn't let this go on any longer even though she really wanted it to.

Unable to hold on, Drake falls ****, and she hits the ring's floor.

You were disappointed, but you would have plenty of time to break her in later."

"The next match will begin shortly after a little cleanup, so stay tuned for our next fight after these commercials!"

*Sigh*

You pick up your **** **** and walk out of the stadium. After getting cleaned up, you let some medical staff patch you up. While you avoided most of the hits, you still got grazed by some of Drakes punches.

You then take a shower and get her washed up, feeling her body all over and quite happy with the result.

Afterward, you get some fresh clothes from a staff member along with a card.

[That was an incredible match, exhilarating. My favorite part was when you fucked her mouth! Anyways, here are some clothes for you ****, ill give you some time with her tonight, but I want to see you tomorrow, alright!]

-Skyler

"Pfft, seriously, what a funny kid."

Looking at the clothes, it's a sweater. More accurately, it's the virgin killer sweater. Yes, the one that exposes the back and greatly accentuates the body.

"Where am I?"

"It was then the woman you had just beaten woke up, she stared at you with a conflicted gaze. Part of it was submission and lust. The other part was a **** to give up her past.

Ignoring this, you walk up to her and hand her the sweater. "Where this was leaving."

She stares at the sweater and is at first humiliated but looking at your cold expression, she reluctantly accepts.

Because of the lack of panties and the short length of the sweater, she repeatedly pulled it down to not expose herself. It also revealed plenty of side boob that you relished in.

The number of stares she got as you made your way to the limousine was far too many to count. Getting in the car, the butler asks the chauffeur to drive.

40 minutes later, you arrived at Skyler's mansion.