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"Come oooon, Paul! You told me you would do anything I wanted for my birthday! I spent the whole day as your doting maid during yours three months ago!" A young woman with tanned skin, a petite figure, and long black hair pulled into a ponytail chimed.
"Becca, come on." Paul groaned, shifting from foot to foot as he stood in his bedroom. He brushed his sandy-blond bangs from his face and bit his lip. He was a tall, chubby man with pale skin and blue eyes. Despite needing to lose a couple of pounds, he was still considered rather handsome by most. "I would do anything for you, babe, but this is a bit much."
"I called you master, served you food, sucked your dick, and demeaned myself all day for your fetish. Didn't you have fun?" Becca pouted.
"Yeah, I mean… I did, but it's not like I forced you to do it or anything."
"Not directly, but you have been sighing and commenting on how hot it would be to live out your maid fetish for the last year! So, why can't you let me enjoy mine?" She held up a black dog collar. "It's just one night, and you'll experience some mind-blowing orgasms, I promise. Besides, no one will ever see or know what happened but you and me. And it's not like I'll record our evening together or talk about it with my friends."
Paul put a hand over his face, letting out a deep breath. Becca had done so much for him; it was true. He really did owe her one. "Fine, okay…" It was hard to say no, especially when Becca was wearing that translucent, knee-length nightgown with lacy black lingerie underneath.
"Yay! I win!" Becca trotted over and reached up to fasten the coaching collar around Paul's neck, fastening it on. "There we go; two fingers fit, so it shouldn't be too tight!" She giggled, slipping fingers between Paul's neck and the collar.
Paul blushed, feeling a mild pang of embarrassment. "Alright, yeah-- it's not too tight. What do you want me to do now?" He meekly asked, gripping his forearm. He wasn't sure why, but his neck was starting to tingle. It spread very slowly, moving toward his Adam's apple and his chin. "Also, this feels itchy or something. You didn't put a flea collar on me, did you?" He sighed, scratching his neck.
Becca gave him an innocent look. "Don't be silly! Of course not. Why don't you strip naked for me? I want to see that big ol' schlong of yours," she purred, her lips curling into a lusty smile.
Paul hesitated. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being naked in front of his fiance, but something about the collar and Becca's insistence made him feel self-conscious. "Alright…" He nodded, grabbing the hem of his shirt and peeling it off his body. His boxers followed immediately after, both pieces of clothing crumbling to a heap on the floor.
"Yeesssss! Completely naked except for your collar. You're such a good girl tonight, Paula," Becca teased, leaning over as she gently nipped Paul's neck.
Paul turned bright crimson, letting out a small yelp. "H-- Hey!" he took a step back, his heart racing. "What the hell? Good girl? Paula? You're not serious about this, are you?"
Becca briefly frowned before smiling and placing a finger over Paul's lips. "Shhhh… Let me enjoy my fetish for one night. How many times have I catered to your sexual needs, dear?"
Paul winced, turning his eyes away. The tingling now spread through his chest and face, followed by a slight churning of his insides. At this point, he just hand-waved these physical symptoms as being anxious. "Yeah-- you're right."
"You're a good girl, right, Paula? Tell me you're a good girl," Becca chimed, nearly hopping with giddiness.
Paul grunted, adrenaline pumping through his body. "I am… I am a good girl," he finally said. He wasn't sure if he was aroused, but his penis soon stirred and grew erect as the tingling sensation reached his nethers. A deep, uncontrollable horniness gradually bubbled within him while a ball of tension formed below his navel. What the hell is going on? He lamented. There was no way this situation should be arousing him.
"Yes, you are absolutely a good girl," Becca replied, tracing her fingers down Paul's chest and abdomen.
Paul shivered, letting out a tiny gasp. Goosebumps formed all over his body as his nipples hardened and throbbed. What the heck is going on? He pondered, taking a half-step back as he looked down at his chest. His nipples and areola looked pinker and puffier than usual. Not only that, but his chest seemed-- inflamed, maybe? Paul noticed Becca moving to his backside and turned his head. "What are you doing n-- eeep!" He suddenly cried as Becca's hands reached from behind and clasped his chest. Paul struggled, trying to pull away. "St-- stop that!"
Becca giggled, stepping forward as she massaged her soft hands over Paul's swollen pecs. "You promised you'd let me have this. You're supposed to be a good girl for me, Paula," she purred.
Before Paul could protest, Becca squeezed his nipples between the finger and thumb of each hand, applying a little pressure as she rubbed them. "Ahhh!" His voice cracked ever so slightly, going up half an octave as electric shocks shot through his chest. In response, his cock pulsed and twitched, oozing a bead of precum as a strange, primal lust manifested within him. He was about to open his mouth to protest when Becca cut him off.
"Shhhh, no whining. You're a good girl, aren't you, Paula? I only want you to tell me if you enjoyed that. Are you a horny girl?"
Paul's face flushed bright crimson, his body trembling. He wanted to warn her for demeaning him but could not find the willpower. It was impossible to lie in the face of Becca's question. "Yes… That-- that felt good… I feel really horny," he mumbled in response. The ball of pressure beneath his navel gradually spread outward. At the same time, the bones in his hips, arms, and legs began to pop and grind. It wasn't painful, but it felt bizarre. "Ugghh… What's happening? I… I feel like my insides are swimming," he grunted, his voice growing slightly higher in pitch. Upon noticing how tense his throat felt, he shakily raised his fingers to feel. Was his adam's apple smaller? Was his skin smoother? A million questions cascaded through his head all at once. "Eurgh…" A stretching sensation rose up within his chest as if he were filled with warm fluid.
"Tell me you're a horny girl, and I might answer your question," Becca purred, pulling her hands away as she swatted his ass.
Paul yelped, feeling his ass shake after being smacked. He felt as though his butt had more cushion than usual. There's no way I'll say that! He told himself, attempting to draw a boundary line. "I-- I'm--" He hesitated, his mind growing hazy as a wave of pleasurable, buttery warmth flowed through his body. "I'm… I'm a horny girl," he finally relented as his penis twitched, continuously oozing precum. Something was wrong. He felt his waist tightening as that tension within him refused to let up. Looking downward, his line of sight was blocked by a pair of budding, not quite A-cup tits. He just blinked, staring dumbfounded. Not only did it look like he was growing breasts, but the excess fat on his tummy had vanished.
"That's better. You're being a good girl now," Becca cooed, walking around Paul in a slow circle as she examined his body with an excited gaze. "If I had to guess what's happening to you…" She put the finger on her cheek and thought for a moment. "I've uncovered a fetish you didn't realize you even had. You're embarrassed and confused, so you feel weird and can't think clearly."
Paul blinked, his eyes still transfixed upon his chest. He raised his hands up as the blissful warmth spread through his arms to his fingers. Maybe he was losing his mind, but it looked like his muscles were melting away before his very eyes while his fingers narrowed and grew lither. It was more than that, though. He could feel it, his bones cracking, shifting, and shortening. His fat melted away while the insides of his limbs contorted like clay in an artist's hands. "N-- No, that's not… Something's happening to me. What d-- did you do?" He murmured, slowly shaking his head. A jolt went through his spine as his back started to shift in tandem with his hips pushing outward. "Ugggh!" He nearly doubled over, crossing his arms over his abdomen as his waist pulled inward. Paul staggered, taking a step backward. As he did so, he felt his ass and hips move in an utterly foreign way.
"You're just anxious, Paula." Becca faced Paul and took a step forward. She leaned in, resting her forehead against Paul's while staring into his eyes.
Paul's breath grew ragged as Becca closed the distance. He could smell her cherry lip gloss, his lust intensifying by the second. His rational thoughts were soon buried by concerns over how desperately aroused he was. His cock and nipples screamed out for stimulation of any kind. He was about to speak when Becca's hand suddenly gripped the base of his penis and gently squeezed. "Ooooooh!" He uttered a shrill cry, his voice again climbing another octave.
"Tell me you're a good, horny girl that wants her master to give her sweet release," Becca purred in a sultry manner, nipping his lower lip.
"I-- I'm a horny girl… I want-- I want master to give me release, please…." Paul moaned. This isn't right. My voice-- my body… She's doing this. She's changing me; I need to stop her, he pleaded but couldn't fight her.
"Since you're being so nice and obedient, I can oblige," Becca promised. She placed her hands on Paul's shoulders and pushed him against the wall. "I don't want you falling over, sweetheart," she giggled, giving Paul's nipple a quick pinch before lowering herself.
"Eeeep!" Paul let out a girly squeal, a small euphoric burst cascading through his budding tits. Before he had a chance to regain his composure, he felt Becca's tongue slide over the head of his penis. "M-- Master-- that feels--," he cried as his hips jerked forward. He didn't even notice the fact he referred to Becca as master. His penis had never been this sensitive before as Becca gradually took more of his cock into her mouth, sucking and sliding her tongue over every inch. Blissful sensations shot through his entire shaft and then through his testicles. His entire crotch lit up in a maelstrom of electric euphoria. How was this possible? It shouldn't be this sensitive, and he also shouldn't be feeling so much pleasure from areas away from his dick.
"You're such a good, horny girl, Paula," Becca giggled. "Good girls shouldn't have a big, nasty penis between their legs, don't you agree?"
Nasty penis-- what? A feeling of dread filled Paul but was drowned out by the ecstasy. This was so, so wrong, but it felt incredible. “I-- I don’t-- I don’t know…” He mumbled before letting out another loud moan. His climax hit as orgasmic bliss consumed the entirety of his being. Torrents of hot, sticky seed shot into Becca's mouth while she gently squeezed and massaged his testicles. "Mmmm-- oooooh!" His moans grew more feminine by the second, his budding tits pushing past A cup while his nipples throbbed in tandem with each pulse of his penis. At the point where his orgasm should have died down, he instead felt the tension build further. While Becca's fingers massaged his testes, he could feel between her fingers at first. Soon, however, he felt her fondling only an empty sack while a tightening sensation in his crotch intensified. What-- what the fu-- oooh god!! Another orgasm hit him; this one was more potent than the last. His whole body shook, breaking out in a sweat as more semen sprayed into Becca's mouth. Becca's mouth bobbed up and down but started to cover less distance. He felt her tongue moving over less than before as his whole pelvis creaked and throbbed, his groin feeling tighter and tighter.
As a third orgasm struck Paul and caused his mind to go blank, Becca pulled back and stood up with an eerily warm smile. "The process is really underway now. You'll be such a good, sexy girl, Paula," she cooed, leaning in to kiss Paul softly.
Paul breathed heavily, desperately leaning into Becca's lips. When she pulled away, his senses partially returned to him. Oh god-- she's turning me into a fuckin girl, he realized beyond doubt as he looked down at the perky B-cup breasts that stuck out from his chest. His arms were lithe and feminine, his fingers dainty. He tried to get angry, opening his mouth to yell. However, when he looked Becca in the eye, he felt suddenly timid. I can't yell at my master-- wait, no-- she's not… She's not my… He shook his head, trying to regain his senses. Finally, he opened his mouth, planning to yell. “M-- Master… I don't want to be a girl, please…"
"Oh, sweetheart. You know I will treat my precious pet with love and warmth, right?" Becca smiled, reaching over to grab her hand. "Come with me, Paula."
Paula meekly nodded, internally screaming over how wrong this was. She didn't even notice that she was thinking of herself as a girl. She walked with Becca, her crotch continuing to recede and tighten while his prostate reformed into her uterus. With every step, she felt her ass and hips sway. She could even feel her testicles slowly sliding upward through her pelvis. Oh god-- oh fucking god. I don't want ovaries-- I don't want a womb, she lamented. Becca's hand felt so much larger than it did before. She was even the same height as Becca now, who was only 5'4 if she recalled correctly. Paula stopped moving as Becca did. She felt Becca's hands slide over her hips, turning her body to face the body-length mirror across from the foot of their bed.
Paula closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head. "I don't-- I don't want to look, please…" She begged. No, this-- this is a nightmare. I don't want to be a fucking girl.
"Your master wants you to look at yourself. I promise you'll be okay, Paula. Be a good girl for me." Becca said in a gentle yet stern voice as she cupped Paula's chin and tilted her head upward.
Paula obeyed her master, opening her eyes as she stared at her reflection. The person in the mirror looked more female than male. Her face still had some masculine qualities, but her squared features were melting away into something soft and cute. Her hips and waist continued to change shape before her very eyes as she was forced to witness the last of her masculinity slip away. “Oh god-- oh god, no…” She squealed. His scrotum and penis now sat lower on her pelvis as her genitals inched downward to where her new vulva would rest. Her ballsack had greatly reduced in size, the wrinkles disappearing one by one as the skin was sucked inward. His penis was pathetic now, no more than two inches in length and still shrinking.
"Master… Why are you doing this?" Paula pleaded.
"Let's have you sit," Becca smiled, ignoring the question. "Right in front of the mirror with your knees up. Be a good girl for master, okay?"
Fuck no! You're fucking insane! Paula internally screamed. Despite her desire to protest, she only nodded in response and lowered herself to the floor. The cushion of her soft, supple ass felt foreign to her. Everything about this body was unfamiliar now. She also noticed an itchy sensation atop her head on the left and right, along with the base of her spine. Immediately after, small nubs of pressure appeared in all three locations.
Becca sat next to Paula, leaning in to nip Paula on the neck and eliciting a yelp and shiver. "Now, be a beautiful girl and spread your legs."
Paula trembled but dutifully obeyed, spreading her legs and staring at the mirror. Her scrotum was almost completely gone, and her penis was only an inch long. "I-- I don't want a pussy, master…" She squeaked.
"Oh? But it's coming in so nicely! Do you see that seam forming?" She slipped a finger down the crease in the middle of Paula's scrotum.
"Eeep!" Paula shivered, her crotch tingling. As Becca's finger traced downward, an indent formed from the base of her penis to an inch above her anus. The remainder of her scrotum dissipated as the top of the crease split open completely, exposing moist pink flesh underneath. “N-- Noo… Oh god, please, master…" She whined, watching in disbelief as a moist slit began to form from the remains of her ball sack. At the same time, she felt a strange tearing sensation deep within her body, just below her waist. The sensation slowly crept downward toward her newly forming pussy. This had to be a nightmare, right? All she could do was stare in utter disbelief as the crevice of her new vulva finished opening. A ticklish yet somewhat euphoric sensation consumed her genitals as the flesh on either side of the slit reshaped, turning into her labia.
"Oh! Look, it's gone!" Becca giggled, brushing a fingertip over the head of Paula's penis.
An electric pulse shot through the remainder of Paula's cock, causing her to let out a raspy cry. She looked down in complete horror, noticing that her urethra was gone. Her soon-to-be clitoris rescinded into the top of her vulva while her foreskin reshaped into a clitoral hood. Oh fuck. I-- I have a clitoris!? She still couldn't believe this was happening. Memories of drinking with the boys and pissing at the urinal went through her head. She would never be able to do any of those things again. Soon after, she felt something break through the skin atop her head, the inside of her skull shifting while a nub also broke out from the base of her spine.
"You're almost done, Paula! You've been a really good girl. I'm so proud of you," Becca giggled. "Just two more holes left, okay? I think your new urethra is opening now."
Paula didn't want to piss sitting down for the rest of her life. She suddenly gasped as Becca slid her fingers over each side of her new womanhood and spread her vulva. The rush of cool air caused her new sex to tingle.
"Now you can see clearly," Becca grinned.
Paula bit her lip, trembling as she watched a small hole open near the middle of her pink, feminine folds. This was followed by a sudden prickle even lower. "Oooooh…" Paula moaned as the tearing sensation inside her reached her glistening, pink vulva. A small hole appeared and opened, taking the form of her brand-new vaginal hole. As soon as it finished forming, her pussy twitched and spasmed, leaking sticky fluid onto the floor. “Nnn-- nooooo--ohhhh!” Her protests turned into a howl-like moan as an orgasmic ripple consumed her birth canal. Female pleasure was so deep and all-consuming; nothing she had ever experienced as a man could compare.
"Oh! Your tits are just about done as well!" Becca cheered. With your pussy hole fully formed, there's nothing male left of you. What a good girl," she purred, nipping Paula's neck as she nuzzled her.
"Ahhh…" Paula still trembled, her mind foggy from the constant bombardment of sexual pleasure and strange sensations. She watched her tits grow a little more, settling at a perky, large C cup. Her blond hair grew out as well, falling past her shoulders with a lustrous sheen. She couldn't recognize the person in the mirror; she was a beautiful, supple woman with perfect curves and pale skin. There wasn't even a hint of stubble on her face or any body hair other than a tiny tuft of blond hair sitting upon her pubic mound.
"Your tail and adorable, fluffy ears are also starting to come in. I'll have a little fun with you before it gets too uncomfortable to sit like this," Becca teased.
“W-- what…” Paula muttered in bewilderment. She watched as Becca's fingers slowly pushed up and down over each slide of her moist sex, massaging her labia. A deep, insatiable lust immediately built within her as she pushed her hips against Becca's fingers. "I-- I can't control myself, master…" She said pleadingly. Her clitoris throbbed and ached, desperate for touch as Becca teased only the outer edges of her vulva. Paula's hot, sticky pussy quivered in response. Why are you only touching my labia? She caught herself thinking, growing sexually frustrated. N-- no, what? No-- no, I… I need to fight this. She bit her lip, closing her eyes tightly as her female flower writhed and begged for attention. Why did Becca ignore her moist crevice? Her clit and pussy screamed for stimulation as Paula squirmed and started to whimper.
"You poor thing. Do you want me to rub that cute little clit of yours? Do you need that fresh, tight little pussy of yours filled?" Becca giggled.
“N-- No-- I don’t-- I…” She wanted to fight Becca, but how could she? "I don't-- I don't want you to tease me like this… Master, please…" She whined, her lower lip trembling.
"Keep watching. I want you to watch me touch and rub your new womanhood, Paula. Are you a good girl?"
Paula opened her eyes in resignation, briefly noticing two canine-like ears sprouting from atop her head. She looked back down at the reflection of her female flower. It was so wet and engorged. That's my pussy-- that's really me… Holy shit, the reality of the situation slowly washed over her. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't stop yearning to be given sweet, sexual release.
"Well, my sweet Paula…" Becca leaned up and nipped one of Paula's newly forming ears before whispering. "Good girls get treats. Are you a good girl?"
Paula squealed when her ear was nipped. Immediately after, Becca's fingers pushed inward, slipping through the top of the wet folds as they barely brushed against each side of Paula's clit. With that, Becca slowly kneaded her fingers up and down.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Ahh-ahhwoooo!" Paula howled in desperation. Her clit was barely getting touched, and it still felt incredible. Concentrated ripples of buttery bliss bubbled up within the pink nub, causing her vulva and nipples to twitch and writhe in anticipation. Even though it felt good, she was acutely aware that this stimulation didn't even constitute an appetizer. She shifted forward as the fluffy tail grew outward, making her position uncomfortable.
"You're just too perfect, my cute little pet," Becca said lovingly. "I will give you everything you want."
Paula shook, blinking in confusion as Becca pulled away from her. What? Isn't she going to touch me? She desperately thought to herself.
"Just one second, dear," Becca assured her, closing her eyes as she started to mouth some words. A few seconds later, she began to glow, her body growing and changing shape.
Paula watched in awe and horror as Becca grew taller and more muscular. Her feminine features quickly melted away, her clitoris growing into a massive cock as her genitals rose. Her vulva was sealed shut as her new scrotum appeared. In a matter of seconds, a powerful, strong man stood where Becca once did. "W-- what?" Paula squeaked. A potent musk flooded her sinuses, her pussy screaming in response. Her body lit up as she began to pant. This is wrong… Wrong-- oh god… I… So hot-- so hot… She tried to keep her mind clear and focused but was unable to. Her ovaries screamed for her to breed. A massive erection hung between Becca's legs, taunting her as it glistened.
"You're in heat, love," Becca smirked, talking in a low baritone voice. "For now, call me Benjamin. I'm still your master." He reached down and lifted Paula into his arms with ease.
Paula yelped, feeling Benjamin's powerful arms lift and move her. She felt like she might just melt. She tried to fight her new emotions but found Benjamin's new form irresistibly arousing. A few seconds later, Paula was placed on the bed on her knees and bent over. Benjamin's strong hands grabbed her hips and adjusted her, positioning her apple bottom at the perfect angle. He's-- he's going to fuck me, no… This can't be happening. Her breath rate picked up. "You-- you can't!" She pleaded, her tail growing as it frantically flicked back and forth. When a firm hand spanked her, a surge of primal arousal shot through the core of her body. Her instincts kept screaming at her to breed. She was a good bitch who needed to be impregnated-- wait, no. That wasn't right, was it?
"You're in heat. We've been discussing children for a while now, right?" Benjamin laughed.
Before Paula could protest, she felt Bejamin's muscular hand scratch the base of her new tail, petting and touching her sensitive, new appendage. "MMm-- h-- hey!..." She whined. “I-- grrrr….” She let out a primal growl, swaying her hips a little as her clit and pussy throbbed with painful need. “I-- noo--- don’t… Don't impregnate me… I… I'm a man…" She squealed. Paula felt Benjamin's hand slip around her waist and dip between her legs. He promptly found her clitoris and applied pressure, moving his fingertip in slow circles. "Mmmm-- I-- nn-nooo! I don't… Grrrrr!" Aahhwooo!" She growled before letting out a lustful howl.
"Okay, my precious pet," Benjamin laughed. "Do you want me to not fill you with my massive cock and to stop touching your clit? Do you want to be fucked and impregnated, or do you want me to stop?
Don't let him do this-- take control; he's not your master, he's not… "Please-- please impregnate me, master!" Paula begged as her newly formed ears folded back, her tail manically swishing as she eagerly presented her sopping wet pussy.
"How can I say no to my adorable pet? You're such a good, horny girl, Paula," Benjamin smirked, continuing to rub the sensitive ner bundle. He grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand and positioned the tip.
"Oo-ooohhh!" Paula whined and moaned, feeling her pussy folds spread apart as the head of Benjamin's cock began to spread her open. As the massive pillar pressed forward, her pussy hole twitched and spasmed, eagerly accepting the invader with open arms. Being filled by something so huge simultaneously hurt and felt utterly incredible. "Ahhhhwoooo!" She howled. Paula initially resisted but found herself arching her hips back to meet Benjamin's thrust. Oh god-- will it fit? His dick felt massive. She felt as though she was being split open as it slid deeper and deeper. However, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a mounting tension that consumed the entirety of her birth canal. Her pelvis grew hot while Benjamin skillfully massaged her clitoris and pushed his penis into her. Lubricant seeped from her pussy walls, eagerly coating Benjamin's manhood. Paula growled and howled as the shaft slid as far in as possible, the head brushing against her cervix. She had never felt anything like this before. While euphoric eruptions surged through her clitoris and left her knees weak, pleasurable pressure also built within her. How-- how can women feel such ecstasy-- from so many places? She knew women could have both clitoral and vaginal orgasms, but this transcended the realm of anything she thought possible.
Benjamin pulled back and pushed in again, getting into the perfect rhythm as he pleasured his precious pet. Paula wanted to fight this; the last shreds of male pride within her screamed how wrong it was to get fucked by a fat cock. How disturbing and horrifying it was to let someone impregnate her. Unfortunately for Paula, her dog-like instincts overpowered any and all reason. She performed her duty as a good girl, being pleasured and penetrated before inevitably getting impregnated. Blissful tranquility and giddiness flooded Paula, mixing with and enhancing the cocktail of unbridled, orgasmic sensations. When Benjamin started to moan and let out his grunts, Paula was overwhelmed by an unwanted sense of female pride. Her body was bringing master such great pleasure. She was fulfilling her purpose in life by submitting herself to him and, one day, bearing his children. Her endorphins and estrogen vehemently urged her to embrace her new role in life. Performing her duties as Benjamin's sexy female pet would bring her greater fulfillment than anything she had ever done as a man.
As Paula's climax approached, she still tried to fight the female conditioning. It wasn't too late; she could pull away from Benjamin. She could yell at him, demanding to be changed back. She didn't have to be impregnated. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't true. She did need to submit to her master and bear his children. It was her purpose-- her identity. "Ahwoooo!" She howled, a broad, shaky smile spreading across her face as the most powerful orgasm of her life hit. She buried her face against the bed, gripping the sheets as her tail swished faster and faster. Her clitoris and vagina erupted in an orgasmic cacophony of pure bliss and love. Her pussy desperately spasmed, gripping her mate's cock as she listened to him moan and shake. His thrusting sped up, and she felt his penis twitch within her. Hot, sticky bursts shot against her cervix, coating her twitching pussy hole with semen.
Yes-- yes, please-- please impregnate me… She begged, pushing her hips back against Benjamin's. She had never felt so excited before. While the male part of Paula still screamed in the back of her head, the good girl she had become was now in control.
Paula stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but lacy black lingerie and the same black collar she had put on her two weeks prior. A mesmerized smile was plastered across her face as she raised a hand and placed it on her tummy. "I… I'm going to give birth…" She said to herself with a mix of delight and fear. She used to be male, so the thought of pushing a life form out of her body was scary. It still seemed kind of wrong. As she imagined her tummy growing while her master lathered her with positive attention, her fear somewhat subsided. He told her soon after her transformation that she would be given the gift of orgasmic birth, so she wouldn't have to worry about discomfort.
She thought about master fucking her every day and eventually sucking milk from her swollen tits. She then imagined what it might feel like to give birth while consumed by a mind-numbing orgasm. This-- this is wrong-- right? She stared at her reflection. She wanted to be scared and upset but found the idea of completely giving into femininity rather exciting. Her tail began swishing soon after.
The door suddenly opened as Benjamin walked in with a leash, a wide grin spread across his face. "There's my good girl," he purred, leaning in to kiss Paula.
Paula eagerly leaned into Benjamin's lips, slipping her hand under his shirt to touch his chest. "Hello, master. Would you like me to start dinner?" She asked with a smile, her ears perking.
"We'll order in tonight. I'm so proud of you for getting that positive pregnancy test result," Benjamin lovingly stated, kissing Paula's neck. "I already told you before; I like to spoil my pets." He lifted the leash and hooked it to his precious little pet's collar.
Paula nearly hopped with excitement as master leashed her, wagging her tail. "Master is so kind to me… I-- I am so happy I can bear master's children," she said as her cheeks turned red. While the old Paul hadn't died, she quickly learned that giving in to her new, feminine desires led to a happier life. Considering how much Benjamin pampered and spoiled her, she figured that her new life wouldn't be too awful.
"I'm so happy to hear that," Benjamin smiled. "Hmmm… Since you already look so hot, maybe you could put on a little show for me. I promise to show my pet a nice evening if she's a good girl," he innocently stated, still holding her leash.
Paula's face lit up as she quickly nodded. "Y-- Yes, of course, master!" She purred, crawling into the bed as she turned to stare at Benjamin with lust-filled eyes. She shifted into a cute position, raising her hand like a paw. "How can I be a good girl for you tonight, master?" Paula purred, her pussy already throbbing in anticipation.
END
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