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Chris had recently gotten out of a very long relationship. He felt he'd gotten over his ex - and he had - but he needed to spend more time with himself. Instead, he rushed into dating, meeting up with girls as much as he possibly could. He dated some of them, slept with some of them, but didn't bother to stop and take the time to figure out his goals. Then one night, he met up with a girl he had a really good feeling about, Fiona. They drank and talked and laughed and she even introduced him to her friends, so he was seeing the signals that he was definitely going to score.

At the end of the night, Fiona pulled Chris away from her friends and said, "Let's go back to my place," with a knowing grin on her face. Chris couldn’t contain his excitement, smirking in reply. They jumped in a cab and headed back to her apartment, making out in the backseat during the ride there. Once they arrived at her place, Fiona slid her door closed and Chris immediately began to kiss her again, walking her towards the couch as he did. Once she was laying down, he immediately began to undress. He was so horny that he had to have her then and there and didn’t think about foreplay. Chris kissed his date all over as he undressed her, pulling out a condom and slipping it on. He grabbed her hips and went right in as he fucked her in missionary. She looked like she was having fun in the beginning, but as Chris got more and more in his own head, his performance started to waver. Eventually he was only kind of half hard and Fiona asked politely, "Do you want to switch positions?"

"Sure," he replied, but it didn't help. They carried on for a few more minutes, but Fiona eventually got off of him. "You're not making this easy for me, you know." Chris stood up, leaving Fiona staring at him from the couch. He pulled his boxers back on as he continued. “You don’t know what it’s like for us guys,” he muttered angrily. “I’m the one doing all the work while you just lay there. Maybe I would have been better off going home and jerking off, at least then I probably would have gotten off.” As soon as the words left his lips, Chris realized he had screwed up. He looked at Fiona, expecting her to kick him out. Instead, he was surprised to see a smile form on her face.

“So that’s what you think? That you’re doing all the work? You didn’t even try to do anything for me, you just think of me as an object to fuck, don’t you?”

Chris stammered as he tried to think of a response. He was humiliated, so he lashed out.

“Hey, I’ve been with plenty of women lately, and this is the first time I’ve had any issues, so it’s obvious that the problem here is you!” Chris turned towards the door as he finished his tantrum, picking up the rest of his clothes. Before he could exit, however, he heard Fiona begin to laugh to herself. "What's so funny?"

"I think all you need is a change in perspective, sweetheart," Fiona cooed. "Why don't you come back here and I'll show you what you've been missing out on?"

Tempted by the prospect of whatever kinkiness she had in mind, Chris huffed and made his way back to the couch, leaving his clothes in a crumpled pile. "What were you thinking?"

"Well, baby, why don't you follow me into my bedroom and I can show you." Fiona sauntered away, her big ass shaking as she strode into her bedroom. Chris followed eagerly. When Fiona turned around to face him, however, something had changed in her expression. She came in to kiss him, wrapping her fingers around his head. She didn't let him go for some time and Chris felt something change in him, almost like some part of him was being drained away. When he was released from her kiss, Chris felt quite dazed.

"Wha...what was that?"

"The beginning of your perspective change," Fiona snickered. Chris felt a tingling all over his body, especially in his dick. His rapidly growing boner pressed into his boxer briefs, straining to break free.

"It...it worked!" he cried. As he was looking at his dick, though, he noticed his skin begin to take on a brandy tan hue.

The tingling feeling increased, and Chris keeled over. “What’s happening to me?!” he asked. He felt his skin, which was now hairless and buttery smooth. He noticed the room seemed to get bigger, but he realized that he was shrinking. His spine shifted, cracking and leaving him at 5’ 2”, his arms and legs diminishing in length to suit his new height. He still felt incredibly horny, so he began to strobe his dick with his now soft, slim hand. As he did, he felt parts of his body begin to jiggle as fat began to migrate to his hips, ass, and chest. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling even though he was scared at what was happening. As he continued to increase the pace of his stroking, the jiggling in his chest increased and he peered down to see he was growing breasts, about an A cup at this point. He whimpered in fear, but he couldn’t stop stroking, it felt too good. As he did, he noticed that his voice was getting higher.

“Aww, is something wrong?” Fiona laughed, mockingly.

"I...I can't stop," Chris groaned, his voice now completely feminine. "Why are you doing this to meeee?!" Chris' face crunched and morphed as it feminized, giving him a smaller nose, long eyelashes, and two full, plump lips.

"I feel like it should be obvious; you just put all the blame on me for your sexual shortcomings. Well, now you'll be able to experience sex from the other side and understand how wrong you are." Chris' hair became light and wavy as it poured out of his scalp, running past his shoulders to his lower back while his body continued to change. He felt the fabric of his underwear change into a thong and garter as he stroked his cock. Chris looked down to see the changes, but his view was becoming very quickly monopolized by his inflating breasts. He squirmed on the bed as he watched tits swell out of him.

"Nooo, no pleeeease! I don't wanna be a giiiirl!"

"It's a little too late for that," Fiona laughed, watching his legs become stuffed with fat while his butt wiggled, ballooning outward and swallowing the rear of the thong. He had a huge, smackable ass with thick, soft legs and hips. The tits that were expanding from his chest were now DD jugs, wiggling wildly as he continued to writhe on the bed.

Chris all too suddenly realized that he was about to come. He increased his pace, and finally climaxed, feeling an intense pleasure begin to radiate in his groin as he moaned in his new soprano voice. He blew his load out of the top of the thong onto the bed, spasming with pleasure at each spurt. After he’d jizzed all he could, he looked down to see his testicles pull up inside him while his softening dick shrunk down into a little pink nub. The new woman collapsed on the bed, trying to process what had happened, but she was overwhelmed by the new sensations. She looked at Fiona, trying to comprehend how she had done this to her when she noticed that Fiona was growing taller.

"What did you do to me?!" the nearly-naked woman cried, struggling to her knees. "I'm a big-titted bitch!"

"See, you still haven't changed, even now that you're Chrissy," Fiona laughed. "I switched our male and female essences. And I must say," she said as her shoulders broadened, her chest and arms filled with muscle, and a dick began to bulge out of her, "you are a big-titted bitch."

Chrissy ran her hands through her hair and covered her sensitive nipples as she watched in shock. Fiona’s new dick kept growing, stiffening into a 10” pole. She was now a muscular man, about 6 and a half feet tall, with the biggest dick that Chrissy had ever seen. “Do you like what you see?” Fiona said to her creation. “By the way, you can call me Fitz now.” Chrissy continued to stare at the new man in front of her when she felt something new. Her nipples began to harden, and as she reached down to feel them with her dainty new hands, she shuddered in pleasure. Chrissy was overtaken by a new feeling in her groin and had to pull apart her massive new tits to see down there. She saw a trail of fluid running down her thigh, and realized that her pussy was soaking wet.

"What, I...what is this?" Chrissy moaned, confused at all the new sensations that coursed throughout her body.

"You're horny, girl," Fitz said, "and you need someone to satisfy you." He approached the bed with his dick at full mast. Chrissy backed up the bed as far as she could until she hit the wall. She shuddered as he grabbed her by the wrist and threw her on her back into the center of the bed. He clawed at her thong and garter, Chrissy fighting against him the whole time. He eventually snapped it clean off. Chrissy tried to kick him away, but the feeling of Fitz’s strong hands holding her down turned her on even more, despite her mind trying to fight the new pleasure she felt. Fitz reached up and gripped one of her squishy breasts quite roughly with one hand while squeezing her firm ass with the other. Chrissy squealed in ecstasy. She realized that she was too weak to stop him from having his way with her, and that also turned her on even more.

As Fitz continued to fondle her, he lunged his face close to hers and began to kiss her. As she continued to resist him, she realized that her legs had been spreading apart almost on their own, and her bare pussy was completely exposed. Moving only one hand from Chrissy's titty, he positioned his throbbing cock just in front of her pussy lips. "No, no wait," Chrissy cried, "pleee-uuuunh!" Fitz had shoved his dick inside her and started thrusting away. "Fuck, ooooo fuck! Unh, uuuunh!" She sounded like an absolute slut as Fitz dicked her hard.

"You need this cock, don't you bitch?" Fitz grunted.

"No, noooo! Someone, help! He's fucking my pussyyyyy!" she cried, trying to wriggle free of him to no avail. Chrissy continued to yell, but despite her feelings, she was beginning to enjoy it. Her cries for help became wordless yelps of pleasure with every thrust. Chrissy knew that this was wrong, but her new slit was giving her feelings more intense than anything she had felt before. She realized loved being pinned under Fitz’s weight, his big cock pistoning in and out of her dripping wet snatch, the feeling of her new huge jugs jiggling violently on her chest. “Choke me!” Chrissy yelled involuntarily. She wondered why she yelled that as she felt Fitz's hand slowly move over her neck.

"Hnnngh, oooh fuck," she gasped, feeling his grip tighten around her neck. The lack of oxygen in addition to the overwhelming dominance Fitz displayed was what sealed the deal. She continued to try to struggle, but only as a means to further turn her partner on. Chrissy floundered under Fitz as he railed her virgin slit. He pounded her hard, making her squeal and moan like the slut she now was. She took his dick so deep inside her that she came twice: once in the middle of the dicking and once as Fitz did.

He pumped and pumped until he grunted, "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you and show the whole world that you're mine." This was a kink Chrissy had never had as a male, but suddenly as a female, this was the hottest thing she'd ever heard in her life.

"No, no, please!" she cried, her resistance a complete act, "Don't knock me up! I don't wanna be a mommy! Uuuuuuunh!" She screamed with delight as she felt Fitz blow his load deep in her tight, wet pussy, making her cum in response. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she orgasmed, feeling her new insides be filled with the hot, sticky jizz of the man who’d just boned her.

As her orgasm began to subside, Chrissy realized what had just happened to her. Not only had she been transformed from a man into a hot woman, but if what Fitz said was true, there was a good chance she was now pregnant. Fitz pulled out of her, his cum dripping out of her freshly-fucked vagina. Chrissy stayed on the bed, fondling her sensitive new tits and running her hands over her new body. The sensations were the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt and her mind started to shift. Chrissy realized that she wanted to feel this way all the time. She wanted to carry Fitz’s child, her curves expanding as the pregnancy progressed. She looked at Fitz and noticed that he was already erect again. Without thinking, she lunged forward, taking his cock in her mouth. She continued to lick and suck it, tasting a mixture of his cum and her juices, when she suddenly felt him grab her hair roughly, turning her on even more, forcing Chrissy to deepthroat his huge dick.

"Mmmf, hmmm!" the slut moaned, choking on Fitz's massive cock. The bitch had her face fucked for several minutes, used like the wailing cocksleeve she was. The more she fought against him, the more he forced her deeper onto his dick, skyrocketing her libido. Eventually, Fitz had seen too much of Chrissy's round ass wiggling to not do something about it. He pulled out of her mouth without warning and flipped his bitch around. He rubbed his boner between her ass cheeks as she grinded against him. "What're you gonna do, stud?" she purred. "You gonna fuck this ass?"

"Oh yeah," he said, aligning himself with her and shoving his dick in her butt.

"Oooooh fuck, fuuuck!" she squealed, getting in rhythm with him. His hips clapped violently against her enormous ass cheeks, causing her huge rack to sway from the recoil.

As Fitz continued to plow Chrissy’s ass, she moaned like a porn star, yelping with pleasure when he slapped her ass with force. Even though it stung, she loved it. “Oooh Fitz! Spank me! Spank my naughty ass!” she whined in her new bimbo voice. “This dirty girl needs to be punished!” Fitz slapped her ass again, even harder this time, over and over while he thrusted his cock in and out of her juicy ass. The sensations of pain and pleasure were too much for her to handle, and she came again just as Fitz did. She felt his large hands grip her huge, squishy rack as he pumped faster and faster. He very soon after shot his load in her ass.

“Uuunh! Uuuuuunh,” the slut moaned, pushing her enormous butt into him to get as much of his seed as she could. After a couple more strokes, he pulled out with a loud slurp and she felt the remaining cum dribble onto her lower back and wiggling ass cheeks. She was acting like a huge slut, but she didn’t care; it simply felt too good. Fitz spanked her cum-soaked booty, sending her face first into the sheets. “Ooooh, mmmm,” she whimpered, the feeling of being used cemented into every inch of her body as she rubbed her thicc legs together and shifted her hips. “I…oooooo…I feel—”

“Like an object to be fucked, right?” Fitz grinned, watching his slut wriggle below him.

“Mmmm, yeeeah,” the brainless bimbo admitted.

“Well this is what you saw women as. You’re going to stay like this so you’ll learn to respect your lovers better, see them as more than objects. If you don’t, you’ll stay exactly the way you are.”

“Okaaay,” Chrissy giggled, still swimming in the glorious new excitement that raced through her body. Fitz gave her some of the clothes that fit him when he was a woman, but not only were they a simple sports bra and yoga shorts, they were much too small for her. She left the apartment, still in a pleasure stupor, when she spotted a young, tall, lean man just a few doors down entering his own apartment. He eyed her wildly round body as she made her way to him. “Hey hot stuff,” she grinned, “want to take me inside?” The two shuffled through the door and spent the night together—very loudly.

When Fitz finally found Chrissy some weeks later, the woman had already formed an intense love with her new identity and all of the hot perks that came with it. Even when Fitz offered to switch her sex back to male against his better judgment, she refused, which Fitz was more than happy about, as being a man gave him loads of benefits as well. Chrissy couldn’t resist him, so they went back to his place where they had much, much more sex. When Chrissy told Fitz that she no longer wanted to be with anyone else and wanted to constantly have her pussy stuffed with his hot cum, he realized she’d completely missed out on the lesson he was trying to teach her. Oh well.

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Chris had recently gotten out of a very long relationship. He felt he'd gotten over his ex - and he had - but he needed to spend more time with himself. Instead, he rushed into dating, meeting up with girls as much as he possibly could. He dated some of them, slept with some of them, but didn't bother to stop and take the time to figure out his goals. Then one night, he met up with a girl he had a really good feeling about, Fiona. They drank and talked and laughed and she even introduced him to her friends, so he was seeing the signals that he was definitely going to score.

At the end of the night, Fiona pulled Chris away from her friends and said, "Let's go back to my place," with a knowing grin on her face. Chris couldn’t contain his excitement, smirking in reply. They jumped in a cab and headed back to her apartment, making out in the backseat during the ride there. Once they arrived at her place, Fiona slid her door closed and Chris immediately began to kiss her again, walking her towards the couch as he did. Once she was laying down, he immediately began to undress. He was so horny that he had to have her then and there and didn’t think about foreplay. Chris kissed his date all over as he undressed her, pulling out a condom and slipping it on. He grabbed her hips and went right in as he fucked her in missionary. She looked like she was having fun in the beginning, but as Chris got more and more in his own head, his performance started to waver. Eventually he was only kind of half hard and Fiona asked politely, "Do you want to switch positions?"

"Sure," he replied, but it didn't help. They carried on for a few more minutes, but Fiona eventually got off of him. "You're not making this easy for me, you know." Chris stood up, leaving Fiona staring at him from the couch. He pulled his boxers back on as he continued. “You don’t know what it’s like for us guys,” he muttered angrily. “I’m the one doing all the work while you just lay there. Maybe I would have been better off going home and jerking off, at least then I probably would have gotten off.” As soon as the words left his lips, Chris realized he had screwed up. He looked at Fiona, expecting her to kick him out. Instead, he was surprised to see a smile form on her face.

“So that’s what you think? That you’re doing all the work? You didn’t even try to do anything for me, you just think of me as an object to fuck, don’t you?”

Chris stammered as he tried to think of a response. He was humiliated, so he lashed out.

“Hey, I’ve been with plenty of women lately, and this is the first time I’ve had any issues, so it’s obvious that the problem here is you!” Chris turned towards the door as he finished his tantrum, picking up the rest of his clothes. Before he could exit, however, he heard Fiona begin to laugh to herself. "What's so funny?"

"I think all you need is a change in perspective, sweetheart," Fiona cooed. "Why don't you come back here and I'll show you what you've been missing out on?"

Tempted by the prospect of whatever kinkiness she had in mind, Chris huffed and made his way back to the couch, leaving his clothes in a crumpled pile. "What were you thinking?"

"Well, baby, why don't you follow me into my bedroom and I can show you." Fiona sauntered away, her big ass shaking as she strode into her bedroom. Chris followed eagerly. When Fiona turned around to face him, however, something had changed in her expression. She came in to kiss him, wrapping her fingers around his head. She didn't let him go for some time and Chris felt something change in him, almost like some part of him was being drained away. When he was released from her kiss, Chris felt quite dazed.

"Wha...what was that?"

"The beginning of your perspective change," Fiona snickered. Chris felt a tingling all over his body, especially in his dick. His rapidly growing boner pressed into his boxer briefs, straining to break free.

"It...it worked!" he cried. As he was looking at his dick, though, he noticed his skin begin to take on a brandy tan hue.

The tingling feeling increased, and Chris keeled over. “What’s happening to me?!” he asked. He felt his skin, which was now hairless and buttery smooth. He noticed the room seemed to get bigger, but he realized that he was shrinking. His spine shifted, cracking and leaving him at 5’ 2”, his arms and legs diminishing in length to suit his new height. He still felt incredibly horny, so he began to strobe his dick with his now soft, slim hand. As he did, he felt parts of his body begin to jiggle as fat began to migrate to his hips, ass, and chest. He moaned in pleasure at the feeling even though he was scared at what was happening. As he continued to increase the pace of his stroking, the jiggling in his chest increased and he peered down to see he was growing breasts, about an A cup at this point. He whimpered in fear, but he couldn’t stop stroking, it felt too good. As he did, he noticed that his voice was getting higher.

“Aww, is something wrong?” Fiona laughed, mockingly.

"I...I can't stop," Chris groaned, his voice now completely feminine. "Why are you doing this to meeee?!" Chris' face crunched and morphed as it feminized, giving him a smaller nose, long eyelashes, and two full, plump lips.

"I feel like it should be obvious; you just put all the blame on me for your sexual shortcomings. Well, now you'll be able to experience sex from the other side and understand how wrong you are." Chris' hair became light and wavy as it poured out of his scalp, running past his shoulders to his lower back while his body continued to change. He felt the fabric of his underwear change into a thong and garter as he stroked his cock. Chris looked down to see the changes, but his view was becoming very quickly monopolized by his inflating breasts. He squirmed on the bed as he watched tits swell out of him.

"Nooo, no pleeeease! I don't wanna be a giiiirl!"

"It's a little too late for that," Fiona laughed, watching his legs become stuffed with fat while his butt wiggled, ballooning outward and swallowing the rear of the thong. He had a huge, smackable ass with thick, soft legs and hips. The tits that were expanding from his chest were now DD jugs, wiggling wildly as he continued to writhe on the bed.

Chris all too suddenly realized that he was about to come. He increased his pace, and finally climaxed, feeling an intense pleasure begin to radiate in his groin as he moaned in his new soprano voice. He blew his load out of the top of the thong onto the bed, spasming with pleasure at each spurt. After he’d jizzed all he could, he looked down to see his testicles pull up inside him while his softening dick shrunk down into a little pink nub. The new woman collapsed on the bed, trying to process what had happened, but she was overwhelmed by the new sensations. She looked at Fiona, trying to comprehend how she had done this to her when she noticed that Fiona was growing taller.

"What did you do to me?!" the nearly-naked woman cried, struggling to her knees. "I'm a big-titted bitch!"

"See, you still haven't changed, even now that you're Chrissy," Fiona laughed. "I switched our male and female essences. And I must say," she said as her shoulders broadened, her chest and arms filled with muscle, and a dick began to bulge out of her, "you are a big-titted bitch."

Chrissy ran her hands through her hair and covered her sensitive nipples as she watched in shock. Fiona’s new dick kept growing, stiffening into a 10” pole. She was now a muscular man, about 6 and a half feet tall, with the biggest dick that Chrissy had ever seen. “Do you like what you see?” Fiona said to her creation. “By the way, you can call me Fitz now.” Chrissy continued to stare at the new man in front of her when she felt something new. Her nipples began to harden, and as she reached down to feel them with her dainty new hands, she shuddered in pleasure. Chrissy was overtaken by a new feeling in her groin and had to pull apart her massive new tits to see down there. She saw a trail of fluid running down her thigh, and realized that her pussy was soaking wet.

"What, I...what is this?" Chrissy moaned, confused at all the new sensations that coursed throughout her body.

"You're horny, girl," Fitz said, "and you need someone to satisfy you." He approached the bed with his dick at full mast. Chrissy backed up the bed as far as she could until she hit the wall. She shuddered as he grabbed her by the wrist and threw her on her back into the center of the bed. He clawed at her thong and garter, Chrissy fighting against him the whole time. He eventually snapped it clean off. Chrissy tried to kick him away, but the feeling of Fitz’s strong hands holding her down turned her on even more, despite her mind trying to fight the new pleasure she felt. Fitz reached up and gripped one of her squishy breasts quite roughly with one hand while squeezing her firm ass with the other. Chrissy squealed in ecstasy. She realized that she was too weak to stop him from having his way with her, and that also turned her on even more.

As Fitz continued to fondle her, he lunged his face close to hers and began to kiss her. As she continued to resist him, she realized that her legs had been spreading apart almost on their own, and her bare pussy was completely exposed. Moving only one hand from Chrissy's titty, he positioned his throbbing cock just in front of her pussy lips. "No, no wait," Chrissy cried, "pleee-uuuunh!" Fitz had shoved his dick inside her and started thrusting away. "Fuck, ooooo fuck! Unh, uuuunh!" She sounded like an absolute slut as Fitz dicked her hard.

"You need this cock, don't you bitch?" Fitz grunted.

"No, noooo! Someone, help! He's fucking my pussyyyyy!" she cried, trying to wriggle free of him to no avail. Chrissy continued to yell, but despite her feelings, she was beginning to enjoy it. Her cries for help became wordless yelps of pleasure with every thrust. Chrissy knew that this was wrong, but her new slit was giving her feelings more intense than anything she had felt before. She realized loved being pinned under Fitz’s weight, his big cock pistoning in and out of her dripping wet snatch, the feeling of her new huge jugs jiggling violently on her chest. “Choke me!” Chrissy yelled involuntarily. She wondered why she yelled that as she felt Fitz's hand slowly move over her neck.

"Hnnngh, oooh fuck," she gasped, feeling his grip tighten around her neck. The lack of oxygen in addition to the overwhelming dominance Fitz displayed was what sealed the deal. She continued to try to struggle, but only as a means to further turn her partner on. Chrissy floundered under Fitz as he railed her virgin slit. He pounded her hard, making her squeal and moan like the slut she now was. She took his dick so deep inside her that she came twice: once in the middle of the dicking and once as Fitz did.

He pumped and pumped until he grunted, "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you and show the whole world that you're mine." This was a kink Chrissy had never had as a male, but suddenly as a female, this was the hottest thing she'd ever heard in her life.

"No, no, please!" she cried, her resistance a complete act, "Don't knock me up! I don't wanna be a mommy! Uuuuuuunh!" She screamed with delight as she felt Fitz blow his load deep in her tight, wet pussy, making her cum in response. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she orgasmed, feeling her new insides be filled with the hot, sticky jizz of the man who’d just boned her.

As her orgasm began to subside, Chrissy realized what had just happened to her. Not only had she been transformed from a man into a hot woman, but if what Fitz said was true, there was a good chance she was now pregnant. Fitz pulled out of her, his cum dripping out of her freshly-fucked vagina. Chrissy stayed on the bed, fondling her sensitive new tits and running her hands over her new body. The sensations were the most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt and her mind started to shift. Chrissy realized that she wanted to feel this way all the time. She wanted to carry Fitz’s child, her curves expanding as the pregnancy progressed. She looked at Fitz and noticed that he was already erect again. Without thinking, she lunged forward, taking his cock in her mouth. She continued to lick and suck it, tasting a mixture of his cum and her juices, when she suddenly felt him grab her hair roughly, turning her on even more, forcing Chrissy to deepthroat his huge dick.

"Mmmf, hmmm!" the slut moaned, choking on Fitz's massive cock. The bitch had her face fucked for several minutes, used like the wailing cocksleeve she was. The more she fought against him, the more he forced her deeper onto his dick, skyrocketing her libido. Eventually, Fitz had seen too much of Chrissy's round ass wiggling to not do something about it. He pulled out of her mouth without warning and flipped his bitch around. He rubbed his boner between her ass cheeks as she grinded against him. "What're you gonna do, stud?" she purred. "You gonna fuck this ass?"

"Oh yeah," he said, aligning himself with her and shoving his dick in her butt.

"Oooooh fuck, fuuuck!" she squealed, getting in rhythm with him. His hips clapped violently against her enormous ass cheeks, causing her huge rack to sway from the recoil.

As Fitz continued to plow Chrissy’s ass, she moaned like a porn star, yelping with pleasure when he slapped her ass with force. Even though it stung, she loved it. “Oooh Fitz! Spank me! Spank my naughty ass!” she whined in her new bimbo voice. “This dirty girl needs to be punished!” Fitz slapped her ass again, even harder this time, over and over while he thrusted his cock in and out of her juicy ass. The sensations of pain and pleasure were too much for her to handle, and she came again just as Fitz did. She felt his large hands grip her huge, squishy rack as he pumped faster and faster. He very soon after shot his load in her ass.

“Uuunh! Uuuuuunh,” the slut moaned, pushing her enormous butt into him to get as much of his seed as she could. After a couple more strokes, he pulled out with a loud slurp and she felt the remaining cum dribble onto her lower back and wiggling ass cheeks. She was acting like a huge slut, but she didn’t care; it simply felt too good. Fitz spanked her cum-soaked booty, sending her face first into the sheets. “Ooooh, mmmm,” she whimpered, the feeling of being used cemented into every inch of her body as she rubbed her thicc legs together and shifted her hips. “I…oooooo…I feel—”

“Like an object to be fucked, right?” Fitz grinned, watching his slut wriggle below him.

“Mmmm, yeeeah,” the brainless bimbo admitted.

“Well this is what you saw women as. You’re going to stay like this so you’ll learn to respect your lovers better, see them as more than objects. If you don’t, you’ll stay exactly the way you are.”

“Okaaay,” Chrissy giggled, still swimming in the glorious new excitement that raced through her body. Fitz gave her some of the clothes that fit him when he was a woman, but not only were they a simple sports bra and yoga shorts, they were much too small for her. She left the apartment, still in a pleasure stupor, when she spotted a young, tall, lean man just a few doors down entering his own apartment. He eyed her wildly round body as she made her way to him. “Hey hot stuff,” she grinned, “want to take me inside?” The two shuffled through the door and spent the night together—very loudly.

When Fitz finally found Chrissy some weeks later, the woman had already formed an intense love with her new identity and all of the hot perks that came with it. Even when Fitz offered to switch her sex back to male against his better judgment, she refused, which Fitz was more than happy about, as being a man gave him loads of benefits as well. Chrissy couldn’t resist him, so they went back to his place where they had much, much more sex. When Chrissy told Fitz that she no longer wanted to be with anyone else and wanted to constantly have her pussy stuffed with his hot cum, he realized she’d completely missed out on the lesson he was trying to teach her. Oh well.

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I do not own this image.