I had been researching transformation potions online, intrigued by the possibility of changing my body. Little did I know that the website I stumbled upon was designed for more than just curiosity. The moment I clicked on it, I was under their control. They used mind control and brainwashing techniques to make me believe that this was all my desire.
“You want this,” they whispered into my ear as they mailed me the potion that was now coursing through my veins. The transformation started immediately after that; it was painful beyond anything I had ever experienced. My muscles cramped, bones shifted, and skin tightened until I looked nothing like myself anymore. When it was over, I couldn’t even recognize my reflection in the mirror.
“Now you will be our obedient woman,” they taunted me. They stripped away all sense of self, leaving behind only a desire for submission and pleasure. I found myself unable to resist their advances; every touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me.
As the days went by, I was allowed to orgasms as a woman. Each one was more intense than the last, causing my body to convulse and shake uncontrollably until it was over. It became routine; I couldn’t even remember how many times I had climaxed in just a few short days.
They had me wear skimpy outfits that accentuated my new curves – thin waist, full breasts, and smooth skin. Every glance into the mirror reminded me of what I had become: a woman utterly at their mercy. My life was no longer mine to control; it belonged to them.
It all came to a head one evening when they decided I would finally be fucked. They called in a man, someone who exuded dominance and power. As he entered the room, his eyes roamed over my body hungrily before settling on my full breasts and smooth skin. He was clearly eager for what was to come; I couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation as well.
With no resistance from me, he forced me onto the bed. My legs spread wide, exposing my now tight entrance. His cock already rock-hard. He didn’t bother with any foreplay or gentle touches; he simply plunged into me without warning. The sensation was intense and overwhelming at first.
The room faded away as I felt myself slipping closer to the edge. My body tensed up, ready to climax once again. But this time it was different; a sense of release washed over me instead. It wasn’t an orgasm like before but something far more profound. I realized in that moment that I didn’t want to fight back anymore.
They had won. Their transformation potion had turned me into the submissive woman they desired. As the man pulled out of me, leaving a trail of cum on my skin, I knew there was no turning back. From now on, I would be at their mercy.
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