Taken.

This was humiliatingly arousing. Inside the remnants of Jacks shrinking male ego struggled for control. She stared at her newly feminine hands. Concentrated against the pleasure. "Please sir. Your humble servant begs you to not fuck her tight hot sex." She hadn't meant to say that but it was consistent with what she wanted to say.

She felt his manhood inside her. Her body reacted, rocking back to engulf him, heavy breasts jiggling and swaying as her thoughts were clouded with need. "You want to stop?" He asked.

"No... yes... master... please... I don't know. Tell me..." she rambled, her sensitive pussy feeling every bump and ridge of her masters cock.

"Kat. You are my doll. This is your purpose. Your reason for existence. You love this. Love being taken...." he instructed.

Kat nodded. It was true. Inside Jack struggled. Losing. Becoming Kat. Her programming and drives overcoming their mind. "Yes sir."

Kat gasped with pleasure as her nether lips spread about her former cock. It felt so good. Her weirdly curved body moved to meet his thrusts. Her big ass collided wetly with his crotch as his cock probed her depths exquisitely... And she was satisfying her master. She existed solely for him. She felt a surge of sexual pleasure at that thought. Her pussy moulded perfectly to the thrusting cock, a hard and oh so slippery thing. She could feel the sweat gather on her bare back and between her swaying breasts. Sex as human male, as Jack, had never been this good. Her pussy felt so damned tight. Before Jack had been a dominant lover but now she was such an eager fawning creature. He slowed his pace, gripping her hips to control their motion. Slowly her thoughts became clearer as he leisurely took her.

“Yes... Kat. Much better. Much more ... restrained. You weren’t there for a moment," Jack observed. "It suits you." He ran a hand appreciatively along her flank and as she moved in straight lines, leaning into his hand. "You know I'm surprised you ended up swapping with me... You realise you'll be stuck like that for as long as I want it. Funny too. There were much less **** doll products that you could have swapped into. I mean this one is almost animalistic in its emotive range. Bad luck I guess. Or perhaps you subconsciously wanted to be a little sex toy... So... I'm interested to know... How do you feel?" He prompted, thrusting deep into her.

She gasped and tried to gather her thoughts as his cock stretched her to distraction. "Small sir," she finally observed, the honorific coming as an unbidden moan to her lips. She could scarcely believe that she was on her hands and knees before him. Ass presented to him. Perfect breasts hanging down of her slim torso. Cunt filled with cock. Her voice was high and cute and sexy. She knew how desirable she was like this. It was unsettling. She enjoyed being desired. She couldn’t understand how her new pussy was filled with cock. How had she ended up here? "And being unable to wear clothes is a bit ... exciting. The lack of power heightens it." She admitted shamefacedly, surprised by her own honest confession. She idly wondered if she would come to accept permanently occupying this body. It wasn't just a body. It was a mind... an utterly submissive mindset. "I feel... insecure. Like I need to be told what to do." She explained reluctantly. "I think I will make an excellent companion. I feel... sexy but also so repressed." She said. "It's giving me new insights."

Jack nodded. "Yes. Very sexy," he agreed as he worked her tight quim methodically. "And you've only just uploaded into that body and you’re almost completely at home," He observed. "I wonder what you’d do if I gave you the option to remain..." he noted as his hand moved down to her rounded rump. "I'd like you to stay like this..." he stated.

Kat found herself nodding, excited, aroused, enthralled by his exploring hand. It found her clit nestled in her soft delicate lips and she shuddered with very female need. "Stay?" She asked, the thought oddly attractive. "As a pleasure doll?" His finger pressed into her clit as he slowly thrust into her

"My pleasure doll," Jack asserted. "Mine," he said. The notion thrilled her.