Surrender sweetly.

Why fight the inevitable? He's so much stronger...so much BIGGER...and your body wants him so badly. You take comfort that you can always tell yourself it was your body's fault, or that it was the spell of Saderos that made you melt in Wendell's mouth...and his hands. You tell yourself you only want to get this over with so he will change you back afterwards and you can go back to being a man. You tell yourself whatever gives you permission to give into all the awfully arousing urges you feel so deeply and desperately.

"Please, Master Wendell Worthington the Seventeenth, please fuck me with your perfect prick. Please let me worship it with my mouth and cunt and ass. Please fill my worthless, whorish holes with your superior seed!" You can't believe how slutty and submissive you sound, but once you got started, you just kept picking up speed. You tell yourself you just want to be convincing so he will finally fuck you...so you can make him happy...and he can turn you back into a man afterwards. Still, a sick, sticky part of you gets warmer and wetter everytime you debase yourself further.

Wendell smiles sadistically and pushes you to your knees. You lower yourself without resistance, looking up, grateful that his huge shaft mostly blocks the view of his smug, shit eating grin...mostly. "No need to be so formal, Brandi. You can just call me 'Master'. I suppose I shall allow you to worship my cock...after you kiss your way up from my feet."

You give him a look that could peel paint, but either his meaty member blocks it, or he chooses to ignore your sullen stare since you are sucking on his toes. You can't believe how far you have sunk as you slobber all over his feet and kiss your way up his calves. You wish the God of Domination and Sex had been more generous with the smell, because 'Master' still smells like the unkempt loser he is on the inside. Something strange happens as you kiss and lick and suck his thick, muscular legs clean. Somehow, some twisted, throbby part of you is getting turned on by the naughty nastiness of using your mouth to worship this whelp. By the time you have made your way up to his massive, musky balls and start sucking them starvingly, you find yourself humping his leg with your sopping, slick slit.

"By Gods you are a filthy little faggot. So hot and bothered by cleaning my junk, you just can't help fucking my foot like a bitch in heat. Well go on cocksucker, worship my unholy scepter. After this, you'll never be able to consider yourself a man ever again." You know his thrilling threats and tempting taunts should give you pause, but you are too turned on and twisted up to think straight. You run your tongue sloooowly up his shaft and wrap your lips as far around his girthy circumference as you can and suck and slobber your way down. After a few more tasty trips up and down his cocksicle, you can't resist wrapping your porn star plump lips around his mushroom head and sucking on his head.

He sneers and snarls, "You pathetic sissy slut! You didn't even hesitate so worship my wand. Well, since you're so eager, I should let you know that your bimbo body has been blessed with no gag reflex, but every inch deeper you dive, the more my magical lust will infect you." You wonder why he says that like it's a bad thing? At this point you'll take anything that makes this easier, accept any excuse that lets you just let go and enjoy your arousing ****.

"SLURP SHLLP SUCK KISS" You waste no time sucking your way down his shaft, your technique...if you can call it that, is sloppy at best, but you more than make up for it in enthusiasm. It's not long before you feel him swelling in your throat, grunting and moaning in a futile effort to last a little longer, but your throat is too hungry for him to hold back another second.

"Fuck! Don't MOAN think that you OOOH are done just yet. Saderos blessing means I can cum again and again and again, and never go soft until he gets his fill." You try to swallow a wet moan, but **** on it and some dribbles out. You aren't sure whether the news of 'Master's' demonic durability has you more horrified or horny...or at least that's the little milky white lie you tell yourself as your slurp the last of his seed from his meaty straw and begin to crawl over to the bottom bunk...

You arch your back and sway your ass invitingly. You sucked on his tongue and begged him to paint your face pearl white...why be subtle at this point? Why not play the part of the submissive sissy slut he says you are? That way, maybe you won't have to admit it's not all an act. SMACK "That's a good girl! Show Daddy the other holes you're going to be sucking his cock with!"

The slap on your ass doesn't sting as bad as the Daddy jibe. He must see the blush grow brighter on his cheeks as you toss a 'fuck you' look over your shoulder. You immediately wished you hadn't as he sees yet another way to demean and **** you. He is on you in a second, lifting you effortlessly into the air and hovering you over his cock. You hate yourself for how small and helpless it makes you feel. You hate how bad it makes you want to sink all the way down his shaft.

"Oh I'm sorry, Brandi. I forgot that your father abandoned you and your whore human mother. Don't worry, I can be your Daddy." You burn with a molten, mindless intensity from the inside out. You can't believe how needy you feel. How empty inside. All your life you've had a Daddy shaped hole inside you, and it's only now that your soft, wet folds are stretching around your roomie's raw, rude rod that you realize what you need to FILL it. You giggle giddily as you gush around his fat, fatherly fuckstick. You vaguely realize this is the first surrender of who knows how many Master 'Daddy' predicted would save him from damnation.

"Fuh fuh Fuck me DaddeeEEEeeeEEEEEE!" You remind yourself to regret that orgasmic outburst later, but in the meantime, you just focus on how his fat cock sets off your Saderosically sensitive nerves sending you into sticky, squirty spasms. You stop thinking about turning back into a man and wonder why you never even dreamed of an orgasm as pulverizingly powerful as the one you just experienced coring you out and leaving you so achingly, agonizingly empty. Then he lifts you off his daddy dick and SLAMs you back down and you melt mindlessly all over his prick as you cum even harder than before.

"Heh. You're making this almost too easy. We've got all day and all night for you to cum yourself brainless, but if you want to go dick dumb right away, I won't stop you." You wish you could argue with him, but it's hard to form a rebuttal when you are being lifted off his cock in sticky, shuddery slow motion and then thrusted back down in euphoric explosion of ecstasy. Your tongue lolls and you could swear your brain has boiled over and is melting into dumb, dreamy drool. You tell yourself it's just your slutty, spellbound body or the supernatural lust coursing through Master Daddy's body. Whatever the reason, you can't deny that you have completely surrendered...body and soul.

Master Daddy carries you to the bottom bunk and pounds you into it the bed. "Can you still hear me in there, Brandi? I want to let you in on a little secret. Nothing about the gender bender spell makes you any more sensitive or slutty than if you were born a woman, and while Sadero's blessing gives me strength, size, and durability, but doesn't make my touch any more tantalizing. It's just you. You are just a subby little sissy slut inside...now the outside just matches."

You tell yourself he is lying...just trying to fuck with your head, but it doesn't really matter. You came harderest of all when he called you a subby little sissy slut. You stop telling yourself anything at all...stop worrying...stop thinking and just melt around his cock as you cum again and again until you can't tell when one savage spasm ends and one bliss bomb bursts inside you. How much of you will be left when he finally finishes with you, and if Saderos will have his fill?