She still refuses to surrender.

Eventually, Ernest rose to his knees, still letting his fingers dance on her trembling body, still breathing heavily as he imagined what more he could do with her... to her. His nostrils flared; the tiny, closed chamber of her room had become fully saturated in the smell of their sex, and his mind could hardly tolerate distraction now.

But one distraction remained. "The ring... Jessica," he barely managed as his hands caressed the line between her underboob and abdomen. She shuddered in response. Ernest laid back down next to her... and pulled her into a tender hug. She jerked and squeaked as her voice warbled in some attempt to speak. His cock poked between her thighs; they were pliant and opened just enough to squeeze him against the sopping slit he just impregnated.

Ernest cupped her face as their heads shared one of her (now heavily stained) pillows. Her eyes remained out of focus; he started to worry she couldn't focus as long as he touched her... but that worry was knocked aside by the satisfaction of seeing her pleasured. Both faces glistened with sweat from the experience, and neither was fatigued or aching for the water or food they no longer technically needed. "Fine... don't tell me about the ring... we can just be this for... as long as you want."

Jessica shook her head, but there was an almost painful ache to give in to the suggestion. Ernest's body pressed against hers a bit tighter, and that ache became undeniable. She hugged him back... and came from even that pitifully light touch.

"I can't undo... everything without you. But I want you to feel good... so... this is alright, right? Until you're... ready to give it... back..." Ernest suddenly pulled away... and slowly maneuvered to sit up on her bed, his back to her wall, as he scooped her towards him with his arms under hers. The slightest relief from his full-body touch was welcome until his intention became clear: he brought her to his lap... and his fat dick to her lips.

"Nommmmf!" Jessica's refusal was token at best; without even laying a finger on her head, Ernest was left marveling as the most popular cheerleader of Eastlake High was now struggling to get her lips down on his shaft... and doing her best to get it down her throat.

The feeling of her mouth was something else entirely: her tongue trying desperately to press against his flesh in protest, the back of her throat gagging as she slid a few more inches therein, her **** breaths as he repeatedly tapped the back of her throat, threatening to suffocate her... it wasn't long before Ernest's hands flew up and grabbed Jessica's head to anchor her there. Jessica, for her troubles, came twice more before the first wave of super-seed exploded into her head.

The flood hit with enough **** to shoot up and fill her sinuses, causing her to struggle and gag as cum leaked from her nose. Another blast, another dribble, and now it was streaming from the edges of her lips as she struggled to pull Ernest from her mouth... and as she struggled, and as she tried to ignore him and his smell... she took the slightest, cum-choked whiff-

Whoa.

Jessica felt nearly ready to pass out as his semen filled her mouth and nose... and once Ernest finally realized she was in danger enough to pull out of her, the damage had been done: every breath and smell was now laced with the smell of Ernest's jizz, driving her to another level of drunken moaning that only raised into a chorus of bliss as Ernest once again mounted her, this time laying upon her with his body as he worked his cock back into her still-dripping birth canal. "Fuck, the noises you make are... fuck."

Poetry, truly. If Jessica’s mind wasn’t reduced to wanting him inside her, again and again, she might have managed to say it aloud.

Ernest impaled Jessica again and no longer held back for any fear of nervous system damage: he was willing orgasms into her as fast as he urged them from her with his touch. Her body spasms as he reached down and thumbed her clit while willing peaks into her, driving her into a state of high-pitched whining and limbs that desperately wrapped around Ernest until he was locked inside her again. His head pressed against her transformed cervix; it offered little resistance when Jessica’s powerful, cheerleader legs were now hooking behind Ernest’s skinny butt and squeezing him deeper into her womb.

Jessica wouldn’t give up the ring... but she also couldn’t get over how incredible this felt. The shame, the hate, the fear... it was all being washed away in a pleasure no woman had known on Earth as magical forces bombarded her and yet kept her whole. Such was how they continued until...

Two hours later...

The water rinsed away much of the slickness of sex, but Ernest's refusal to let Jessica bathe herself meant there was always more to come. Jessica moaned and trembled hopelessly in Ernest's grasp as he spooned her from behind, holding the showerhead in one hand while he calmly finger-fucked her squirting pussy. The cheerleader was beside herself with humiliation and unsure pleasure; this bliss kept urging her to give in, to please her Ernest... her Master... even without the ring. She continued to hold on to her sanity, even as Ernest whispered sweet nothings in her ear and lowered the showerhead towards her clit. Her world became stars... and her screams vibrated in the luxurious bathroom as the neighborhood calmly ignored the levels of ecstasy caused by wishes.

The steam of the bath engulfed them, and both were left panting and crying in pleasure as Ernest slowly worked his cock into Jessica’s ass. By the time he was anchored inside her, he had already come twice from the grasping bowels and scphincters; Jessica, too lost in the feeling of the showerhead, barely registered her asshole being stretched beyond its breaking point... but like her cervix, still refusing to break. All that remained was the stimulation of being fucked and filled while she squirted almost continuously. Her belly grew taut; how many times did he come inside her ass already? That question would never receive an answer either would remember...

Four hours later...

The afternoon in full swing, but that just meant a few job shift changes would bring new genitals into the variety of workplaces that were now sopping breeding pools of blissful ignorance. But none of this was seen yet by Ernest or Jessica. Ernest, now too tired to fuck, was enjoying a pleasant spoon with what he was sure would be his girlfriend by the end of the weekend... and Jessica, constantly set to having seizures of pleasure in this simple grasp, just stared out in helpless ecstasy as she felt incapable of escaping his grasp. The ring was constantly on her mind... and now she just wished she could forget it.

But her wishes aren't hers to grant. She had barely been aware of Ernest's small movements around her until she felt him slip again into her ever-slick crevice... and groaned as she felt him once again penetrate her abused cervix. Even that "pain" was some new level of pleasure, nevermind the feeling of her clitoris' structure wrapped so snugly around this familiar intruder... but what was new was the feeling of sheets wrapping her waist. What was he doing?

"I want to... be with you forever," Ernest slowly explained, his half-lidded gaze peeking over her shoulder, "but I also want to rest, just to... recharge, a bit. I just need to know you'll be here when I... wake..." Jessica still didn't quite understand...until the bindings were complete. He had taken spare bedsheets from her drawers--when did he leave to get those?!--and had tied their waists together while binding her hands. Now firmly anchored inside her, he intended to rest... all while coming ever more into her already-tortured womb.

Jessica shook her head... though no longer out of fear of pain or pregnancy. She was going to enjoy it... she was going to enjoy it far too much. Consciousness with his touch was already a perpetual state of coming... what would this do? Who would she become? She was already losing her mind and... and...

"Aah," Ernest sighed happily as he pumped the first of many new, full loads into Jessica. Jessica, with her limbs twitching uselessly, was no longer mentally strong enough to try and get away. Indeed, she felt herself press as hard as she could to try and feel him pulsing through the ring of her womb's entrance. She sighed with relief and joy... and began to cry as she realized how wrong those feelings were.

How much longer would this last-

THE MORNING AFTER...

Nearly 20 hours of the new world had come to pass... and the new sun smiled upon a world of rampant, shameless human procreation.

The sun beams went unnoticed, however, by a couple that had remained bound together with bedsheets through the night. Sleep had been foreign to both, though one came far closer than the other; Ernest now blinked warily all around as he found his arms wrapped around his trembling genie. Was she cold? Being barely conscious, along with drowning in her scent, added up to him happily thrusting into her, pulling her womb down and up as he fucked it unthinkingly with his fat cock. Jessica barely managed much noise after so many hours of prolonged, body-to-body contact. Both had laid in a bed that was more a puddle now; the A/C couldn't combat the heat and fluids the two perpetually created without need for water or food, and Jessica had remained that way, her back to Ernest, her pussy wrapped sorely around his manhood, through the night.