“How the hell did this happen? I can’t even believe it, my cock is gone and replaced by a wet pussy.” I thought to myself. The once proud man who stood at 6 feet tall was now reduced to 5’4″, a full foot shorter than he used to be.
I felt the soft swell of my chest as two perky breasts began to grow under my shirt. Each inch that they expanded made me feel more and more vulnerable, like an open target for anyone who wanted a piece of this new body. It didn’t take long before the cups were filled with supple breasts that strained against the fabric that held them in place.
The final change was the most humiliating – my cock shrinking down into a pink clit, leaving me with a smooth crotch and an insatiable desire for penetration. I was horrified to feel this once-powerful manhood transformed into the tiny nub that now lay between my legs, signaling the end of my masculinity.
I’ve never been one for self-reflection or introspection; however, as I sat there in shock, I couldn’t help but think about how this whole situation felt so wrong yet strangely right at the same time. The way my mind was being rewritten and the growing wetness between my legs were only adding to the confusion.
The room fell silent apart from the sound of soft moans coming from another part of the building. I could feel a pressure building inside me, an itch that begged to be scratched. As if sensing this, the door opened and in walked a man with a massive cock. He approached me without hesitation and pushed me down onto my knees.
“You’re going to love this,” he whispered into my ear before sliding his thick cock deep inside me, eliciting an involuntary gasp from my lips as I was stretched open. The feeling of being filled up completely by him sent waves of pleasure through my body. My new tits swayed back and forth with every thrust.
“Mmmm, this feels so good,” I moaned loudly, submitting to the pleasure that coursed through me. My brain was flooded with new desires, making it hard to think about anything else but how to please this man. The transformation had left me vulnerable, helpless even; but there was an undeniable allure in being used like this.
I felt a deep connection between my new body and the pleasure it could bring. It wasn’t until then that I fully embraced my newfound femininity and submitted to the pleasures of the flesh. My mind had been rewritten, and I was now an obedient sex slave eager for more.
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