Snowed In - Pt. 03

It was about a week later and Karen and I were enjoying this new sexual dynamic. I was cleaning up the kitchen that morning when Karen came downstairs wearing a thick black sweater that hung loosely from her chest and concealed her powerful upper body. Her tight white yoga pants, however, showed every contour of her strong lower half. Yoga pants are always form fitting but these were very thin, extremely tight, and made of a sheer material, giving them a wet look. They clung so tightly to her body that I could see that she clearly wasn't wearing panties - and, amazingly, I could see the outline of her vagina. What surprised me most was the meaty clit between her legs, protruding from her vagina like a small cock. Well, maybe even a medium-sized cock. My eyes fixated on her.. her bulge... She had pulled the yoga pants up high on her waist to make them even tighter around her crotch and I could see her clit standing out: it had to be 2 - 3" in size.

My heart started beating heavily when she came into the room and my gaze was pulled immediately to the outline of her sex under the sheer white material. We hadn't had sex in a few days and things had settled into more of our regular routine but this blatant display of her sexuality was intoxicating and new. She was telling me what she wanted. There was something provocatively confusing about her gender bending appearance - part feminine, part masculine, all muscle. The combination of the outline of her large clit, her tight abs, her large breasts, and her thick thigh muscles awoke something in me and I felt my mouth salivate. I inadvertently licked my lips but was silent and cowed with arousal.

For my part, I was dressed in a white skirt and pink t-shirt and felt so small compared to Karen. She had insisted on a more feminine appearance over the past few days and I'd given up any resistance. What had begun as games in the bedroom was now becoming part of our regular routine - I knew better than to wear any of my old clothes. My eyes traced her body, taking in the differences between us: where her legs were thick and powerful, mine were slender and short. My t-shirt sleeve clung around my thin arms and revealed just how soft and weak my arms were. My thin, white arms were like that of a young girl whereas hers were powerful and toned; I was so soft and weak all over. As I looked enviously at her thick clit in her pants, I felt my own dick rub against my panties.

She saw me staring at her crotch and smiled at me, "I thought you might like that, sissy. I didn't wear underwear because I wanted to show you my new development."

I was still confused and didn't speak.

"I can tell you about it..." she smiled, "but I can see that you like my bulge."

I quickly collected myself, "Oh, I... I just..."

She walked up to me and came very close. I could smell the scent of her body... a combination of sweat and sex. She grabbed my hand and brought it down to her crotch. I felt the bump in her pants. It was substantial. It felt... I had to be honest. It felt like a dick and I could actually imagine it as a cock under the lycra material. Her hand was bigger and stronger than mine and she brought it down to her sex. I didn't resist.

"You feel how big I am?"

She pressed my hand against the bump in her pants.

My knees nearly buckled. My heart was racing. I was immediately weak with desire, "Yes, Karen," I whispered.

"I'm bigger than you aren't I?"

"Yes, Karen."

"What's bigger?"

"Your... your clit.

She pressed my hand harder against it.

"Does that feel like a clit to you?"

My heart was pounding.

"It's so big."

"What is?"

"Your... your cock."

"Good girl" and she leaned into me and kissed me firmly on the mouth.

Karen had always had a bit of a protruding clit but she was never like this before. She had somehow gotten bigger and I couldn't get the image of her body out of my mind: her firm, large tits, her strong biceps, her layered thigh muscles, and that oversized clit in her pants. She walked around the cottage proudly, to show me what she had. She was a strange combination of female and male sexuality and I was intoxicated with desire for her.

Karen moved into the kitchen and sat down to her coffee before she called me over. She looked at me with a playful smile.

"Well, what do you think baby?"

"It's... uhhh... it's surprising."

"Good surprising or freaky surprising?"

I paused... I wasn't sure, "Good surprising."

"Are you sure?" she asked, with her eyebrow arched.

"I'm... well, it's just... confusing."

"But I think you like it, even with the confusion."

I looked down at the table and said, "I think I do."

"You want to be my girl, don't you?"

I smiled at her weakly.

"Don't you?"

"Yes, Karen" I said, softly.

"And girls like their man to have a nice cock, don't they?"

Again, I almost whispered, "Yes, Karen."

She put a reassuring hand over mine. "Good, sweetie."

I could hear her open her legs under the table. "Why don't you take a closer look?"

I met her eyes but was silent. I could see desire and power in her eyes.

"Go look at my cock, sweetie."

I just stared at her before she said, in a firmer voice, "Go on, under the table, like a good girl."

I licked my lips again before sliding out of my chair onto my knees.

Under the table, our new dynamic came into focus. Before, we had been experimenting with gender play, since the event last week where she was chopping wood, but this was something completely new. I was sitting under the table like a servant, like her weak, feminized plaything, and I was getting hard as I was doing it. I took in the scene before me:

Karen's muscles and developing strength made her seem bigger than me, more powerful than me and I was increasingly feeling like her weak, wallflower, companion. Well, if I felt small standing next to Karen these days, I felt absolutely tiny under the table, like a child. Her legs were massive and, encased in the white yoga panths, I could see the layers of muscle. Each leg looked as big as my small body under the table. I wanted to wrap my arms around her thighs, my legs around her calves, and... my mind wandered

I stared at her legs and could see the diamond of her calves flexing against thin fabric of her yoga pants. They looked so thick and strong and I could see the power of her legs rippling under her pants. I was sweating with desire.

My eyes traced up the white, thin yoga pants, and there it was, a large clit pressing against the sheer material. Masculine. Feminine. Powerful. Sexual.

It had seemed large when Karen was standing across from me but here, under the table, it looked even bigger. I felt tiny: curled at her feet, crouched under the table, her powerful legs on either side of me and her thick clit hovering in front of my face, the only thing between it and me a thin layer of white sheer fabric.

"Thank my cock, sweetie. Thank it like a good girl thanks her man."

Karen was taking out gender swapping to whole new heights. What had begun as playful erotic fun was finding new dimensions and I felt the barriers of my identity and structures of my manhood being torn down. Under the table, with my thin pale legs, folded under a skirt, I felt like her girl, her weak dependent girl. I was awash in desire and longed to give in to this new identity she was forcing me into.

"Thank, you, Karen, for protecting me, for becoming my man."

"Oh sweetie, you've got a lot to learn. You don't thank with your words, you show me how thankful you are."

She paused and then continued, "Just ask yourself, what would a small, weak girl do to show her man how much she values him?"

I finally understood what she was asking for and decided to just give in to what she wanted. I looked at the powerful legs on either side of my head, I thought of her strong hand pressing my delicate one into her crotch. I thought of her protecting me from the wolf, her biceps rippling in the sun. I looked at the prominent clit in front of my face.

I put my face right up to the clit that proudly protruded in front of me.

I put my hands on her thighs, feeling the layers of muscle against my weak fingers. Inhaled and then began, "Thank you, Karen for being so strong and powerful."

I kissed the clit softly with my lips, pressing them against the white sheer material. I could feel its girth under the sheer fabric.

I spoke in a softer, girlish voice: "Thank you for your muscles."

I kissed it again.

"Thank you for protecting me."

I kissed it again and could feel it stir and harden slightly.

I really did feel like a small girl, under the table, worshipping her man's hardening sex, showing my devotion, my weakness, and surrendering myself, prostrating myself in front of her, all to worship and bolster her power.

Even softer voice: "Thank you for being more of a man than I could ever be."

I kissed it harder, letting my lips linger a little more against her clit.

"Thank you for your powerful body."

I kissed, this time wrapping my lips, slightly against the hood of her clit.

"Thank you for making me your girl."

I could see her clit thickening under the yoga pants and getting, incredibly, even larger. Was it my imagination or was it like a medium sized dick now? It had to be at least 3", maybe 4? But that couldn't be... This had to be an illusion brought on by my subjugated position under the table. My own penis was thickening in my panties and I felt it with one of my hands. Who was bigger... I wasn't sure.

I slid my panties down my thighs and looked as my thickening dick stood up at attention in front of me. I had a medium, maybe slightly small, dick, about 5" fully erect. I looked down at it, medium hard and about 3.5" long. I looked up at the clit. Even under the white pants, it looked firm, powerful, and large. I felt... even smaller, like a girl servicing her man. I wanted to take her, in my mouth.

I pressed my face against her sex, and whispered, against her clit, "Thank you... for your big cock."

I put my hands on her thighs and reached up to the band of her pants. I slowly pulled them down as I continued to kiss her sex. I only stopped to pull her pants down her thick thigs and legs.

Her lower body was exposed and I took in her power and sexuality.

Her clit was as big as I had imagined, standing proud and thick in front of me. It was easily 3" long, extended out in front of her vagina. I'd never seen her like this before but my questions, my rational thought gave way to sheer desire. I put my mouth against the hood of her sex and took her in my mouth. Her clit was wet and firm and I ran my tongue along the base. At the same time I wrapped my hand around my own cock and pumped.

I could feel her bucking her hips against my face as I licked and sucked her clitcock like the girl that I was becoming.

"Mmmmmm" I heard her shout with a deep guttural moan.

I opened my mouth to say, "You're so big... I love your coc--" but before I could finish Karen pushed a hand under the table, forced my head back to her sex, jammed her clit back into my mouth and shouted, "SUCK."

I obeyed, taking her clitcock into my mouth and sucking it. It felt bigger than it had looked. I ran my tongue along it and went back and forth feeling it thicken in my mouth.

As I was sucking her I had an image of the two of us, her thick, muscled thighs and calves bursting with strength on either side of my head. Her firm abs and large tits above me. My soft, supine body beneath the table worshipping her. Her power, my weakness, my willing submission, her changing body... I loved it all.

As if she could read my thoughts she moaned above me, saying "You're my girl, my slut... worship my cock."

This brought me over the edge and I felt my cock go rock hard. I pulled it intensely and, at the same time, I felt her clit thicken in my mouth and suddenly my mouth filled with her cum. She came with such force and intensity and she ground my face into her pussy. Her ejaculate was light but it was cum all the same. I lapped it up and swallowed it eagerly. I fucked my own hand, reveling in the sensation of pure submission underneath the table, between her thighs. I came furiously in a puddle on the floor

Finally we exhaled and I rolled away from her and came out from under the table.

She looked at me with a smile, perspiration coming down her face. I was struck again by her new vitality and the strength evident in her neck and shoulders: she looked stronger, more powerful.

"That was absolutely amazing. Thank you."

I smiled back, "You're welcome. It was amazing for me too."

I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table. We sat there for a second before I spoke.

"I have to ask you... you seem... well, bigger."

She reached into her purse, and pulled a bag of pills out of her bag.

"This may have something to do with it," she said.

I picked them up and saw the name on the pill container, "Regenahealth."

"Honey, what are these?" I asked.

"They're a women's vitamin mixed with a compressed superfood. I ordered it online to help me with my workouts. I've had these for some time but I wasn't sure about taking them. To be honest, they help develop musculature but their can also be side effects."

"What kind?"

"Well," she said with a coy smile, "they clearly can lead to a swollen clit. But the benefits are amazing. I mean just look at this."

She pulled her arm out of her sweater and flexed her bicep. It was positively huge - she was getting bigger by the day with more definition in her muscles. Her flexed bicep looked as wide as my waist. Despite the fact that I'd just cum so heavily, I felt my dick stir again as I looked at her arm in awe.

I collected my thoughts: "Is it is a steroid?"

"No, no... a supplement. Just google it. Why don't you look it up online and read about the side effects in the forums?"

I grabbed my phone, and looked up the drug and quickly found lots of discussions about the effects:

RH for all the women. My boyfriend loves my big...

I've been on Regenahealth for a week and I feel swelling in...

Regenahealth makes me feel younger, stronger but also...

RH is amazing! I don't mind how big I've gotten...

My brow was furrowed as I read the post titles. This seemed strange. I clicked on the first post.

I've been on RH for about a week now and the results are amazing. Yes, I feel fitter, more confident, and am clearly gaining muscle more effectively. Workouts are not just easier, they're better. This drug is amazing. And yes, ladies, I've suddenly gotten bigger 'down there'. My question is, when does that stop?

I went back and clicked on another post.

Loving it so far but my boyfriend is a little freaked out. He's never been the biggest guy but that never bothered me but now I think I'm about as big as him. I wonder what he'd do if I asked him to measure to compare? Has anyone dealt with this?

And I clicked another.

This drug is absolutely amazing. I think it's going to change how men and women live together! My husband was amazed by my biceps and my abs but when I asked him to suck my clit, first he was reluctant but now he loves it as much as I do. Daily blowjobs! Thank you RH!!

As I read through the forum I saw that it was full of similar posts from women sharing their experiences with Regenahealth, and the common thread was their increased musculature and their clits growing. Some were thrilled with the changes, while others were unsure how to navigate their new reality with their partners. I couldn't believe what I was reading, but the evidence was right in front of me. Karen's body was changing and it seemed like the pill was supercharging her workouts.

The post continued, "It's like having a small dick of my own, but the best part is watching him beg for it. He's never been so obedient, so eager to please. And when I sit on his face, oh god, he just loves it. And I love it too!"

Another user wrote, "My clit has grown so much, I can't even wear my usual panties anymore. I'm loving the extra attention it gets from my husband. I remember his face the first time he noticed. Then I saw that he couldn't keep his eyes off of my crotch. Now he can't keep his hands or tongue off of it. And the best part is that it's so sensitive now that even the slightest touch sends waves of pleasure through my body."

I swiped through the posts, each one more shocking than the last.

One woman had posted a side-by-side comparison of her clit and her husband's dick. The clit was slightly bigger that his dick. The picture was accompanied by a caption: "Looks like I wear the pants in our family now" The comments below were a mix of amazement and envy, with many other users asking for advice on how to handle the newfound size.

"How do you even fit it in your pants?" one user asked.

"I've started wearing boxer briefs," she replied. "They're more comfortable and give me the support I need."

Another woman chimed in, sharing her own experience: "I stopped wearing underwear altogether. I want my husband to see my size."

The conversation grew more and more explicit, with women sharing pictures and videos of their new, oversized clits and the reactions of their partners. Some talked about the thrill of watching their men's expressions when they realized their wives had surpassed them in size, others spoke about the power dynamic that shifted in their relationships.

One post in particular caught my eye. It was a before and after picture of a woman's body. The 'before' showed a fit, toned woman with a normal-sized clit. The 'after' was a far more muscular woman with a clit that hung down from her vagina. The caption read, "Form a line boys."

Another user shared a particularly steamy encounter with her husband. "I had him measure us side by side," she wrote. "His jaw dropped when he realized mine was bigger. Good thing that it dropped so much because I jammed my girlcock deep down his throat. He was so turned on, he sucked me right there."

The more I read, the more I felt my own desire growing. The idea of Karen having a cock, even if it was just her clit, was so taboo and yet so incredibly arousing. It was like nothing we'd ever experienced before. Our roles in the bedroom had shifted so dramatically in just one week. And as I sat there, her 'cock' still wet from my mouth, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement for what was to come. The forum was a testament to the power of Regenahealth, and I knew that we were only just beginning to explore its limits.

When I looked up, I realized Karen had moved closer to me and was reading the posts over my shoulder. She had a knowing smile on her face, watching as my eyes widened with each new revelation.

"What do you think, sweetie?" she asked, her voice thick with amusement.

I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself. "I... I don't know what to think."

"Does it turn you on?" she pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I didn't want to admit it, but the truth was undeniable. "Yeah, it does," I murmured, feeling a flush creep up my neck.

Her smile grew wider. "I knew it would. I can feel it." She reached down and touched the bulge in my panties, giving it a squeeze. "You like being with a woman who's more of a man than you are."

It was a statement, not a question, and I couldn't bring myself to argue. I nodded, my cheeks burning.

"Good," she said, leaning in to kiss me. "Because I like it too."

Her kiss was firm and possessive, and I could taste a hint of herself on her lips. I felt my cock throb in response.

"But what about other side effects? Also," I looked down at her crotch, "how big will it get?"

"There aren't other side effects. The drug has been tested and its safe. As for how big I will get... let me ask you, how big do you want me to get?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me with a challenging expression.

"I-- I'm not sure."

"Is it that you're scared I'll get too big," she smiled, "or do you hope I'll get really big? So big that you can brag to the other boys about how big your wife's clit is? How she rips you when she fucks you?"

Amazingly my dick was stirring in my pants at her line of questioning and she could sense my arousal.

"My god! You slut! You really want me to get huge, don't you?"

"No, no... it's just."

"I can see it on your face. You're practically salivating at the idea." She placed a possessive arm on my shoulder before whispering, "Well, we'll see. If you're a really good girl, maybe I'll grow even bigger for you."

She gave me a gentle peck on the cheek.

"But for now, you need to clean up this mess" and with that she walked out of the kitchen.

I looked down at the cum that had spilled from my cock onto the kitchen floor. I felt a strange mix of humiliation and excitement. I had never been so turned on in my life and Karen knew it. I got a towel and knelt down, wiping up the evidence of our encounter. As I did so, I couldn't help but think about how much had changed in just a week. The thought of her growing even more, becoming more powerful, more masculine, was terrifying but also incredibly exciting.

I felt a sense of loss, a part of me was grieving my own manhood as I became more and more feminine. I didn't know if I was losing myself to Karen's growing power or if I was being reborn as something new, something that was entirely shaped by her. But as I cleaned up, I realized that I liked it. I liked being her little slut, her obedient girl. It was a thrill to serve her, to make her cum, to watch her grow more powerful with every passing day. I had to acknowledge that this experience spoke to some aspect of my personality. It was part of who I was.

Karen spent the day working in her office while I was working around the house. It was close to dinner when she asked me to come into the bedroom. I shouted, "Sure," and moved to where she was.

I was surprised to find Karen standing naked in the middle of the bedroom with weights on either side of her.

"Come here please" she said, firmly.

I walked towards her as I took in her incredible body. Her abs were tight and defined, her shoulders were strong and round and I could see the bulk of her arms even in their unflexed state. Her legs were thick and strong and her clit stood proudly in front of her body like a female cock. Her breasts were always large and they looked even larger against her tight body.

Once again I was experiencing that familiar feeling of being dwarfed and mastered by her. In my skirt and tight pink t-shirt I felt weak and feminine. She stood before me nude and powerful, an amazon in front of her weak feminized male. I could see the desire in her eyes.

"I want you to witness my strength," she said and with that she squatted down and picked up two of the barbells on either side of her. I saw that they were 40lbs and they looked extremely heavy. I knew I couldn't have lifted them. She picked them both up with ease, stood up, and began to curl them.

Her muscles popped from her body almost immediately and she curled the weights quickly and intensely. Her biceps popped out of her arm and a large vein running from her bicep down her forearm was immediately noticeable. The muscles in her shoulders and neck became pronounced and her abs flexed with each curl. She curled them 10 times, then 20, then 30. She paused, and then began to raise them over her head.

I could see a sheen of sweat forming across her body and it gave her muscles a sleek, liquid look. Her body was pumped, pronounced veins ran along her bicep and forearm, muscles standing strong on her legs, her arms, her abs, and I was almost hypnotized as I took in the site of her statuesque, powerful being. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time. My dick was hardening in my panties as I watched her powerful body expand with muscular strength.

Finally, she stopped, and placed the barbells on the ground with a thud. She looked at me before asking, "Can you lift them?"

"You know I can't."

"Try."

I began to kneel down to pick them up before she said, "Wait. First disrobe. I want you nude."

I paused for a second and then obeyed her command. I pulled the pink shirt over my head, revealing my thin, pale torso. I unbuttoned the skirt and stepped out of it. Finally, I slid the pink panties down my legs. Karen smiled at the sight of my slightly hardened cock hanging in front of me.

"You like to see me workout, don't you?"

"Of course, Karen. You're so amazing."

She smiled even wider.

"I like to see you naked too." She came near me and cupped one of my ass cheeks in her strong, warm hand. She gave it a powerful squeeze.

"I love how small you are, how weak." I felt so small next to her. I could smell the perspiration from her workout and my body must have been responding to her pheromones because my desire was building. My nipples hardened on my chest.

"Come on now, sweetie. Let's see you lift them."

I knelt and tried to raise the barbells. They wouldn't budge.

"Come on. There's a man buried somewhere in there. Can you do it?" she said, with a taunt.

I was a ridiculous sight, my thin girlish arms straining to lift the barbells. I couldn't shift them.

"What if you use two hands?"

I tried again. I put both hands on one barbell, feeling like a child trying to lift weights designed for an adult. I strained, pulled, rocked the barbells and managed to make them roll slightly, but they didn't leave the ground.

I sank from my squatting position to my knees and tried again, my thin arms straining to move the weight. I failed before looking up at her again.

Standing above me, she was an image of muscular strength and I could see the perspiration dripping down her navel towards her crotch. Her clit hung in front of me like a cock and I looked up at her with wide, doting eyes.

"Please, Karen... I can't."

She looked down at me with a mix of pity and sympathy. "You're so weak my flower, my little pussy. Were you ever a man, sweetie? Or were you always pretending?"

I was silent, my lip quivered and I felt a mix of shame and arousal, kneeling at her feet. I wanted to curl around her as an expression of my yielding weakness.

"It must have been so hard for you... pretending all those years. You were never a man. You're really a girl inside, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

"Tell me, then sweetie."

I responded softly, "I'm a girl."

She smiled and said, "Stand up."

I stood up in front of her, taking in the sheen of sweat on her abs, her nipples erect with desire, the fullness of her breasts, standing firmly against her chest, smoothly curving into the strong pectoral muscles, her thick, toned arms, her powerful legs, and of course, her growing clit.

"Who's girl are you?"

I spoke in a soft, girlish voice, "Yours, Karen... I'm your girl."

I could feel my dick hardening as I said it. It felt right. It felt wrong.

She reached out and grabbed an ass cheek in her hands and pulled me into her body. My form was soft, small and yielding and I felt my weakness against her hard, thick body. My dick pressed against her clit. I could feel her thickness.

"Do you like to feel my dick against your clit, sweetie?"

I whispered, "Yes, Karen."

"Do you like to feel how strong I am? To know my muscles are here to protect you so long as you worship them?"

"Yes, Karen."

I could see the animal lust in her eyes and asked her, "Do you like me to be soft and weak for you Karen?"

She narrowed her eyes again and said, "I don't know if it's the medication, our new dynamic, or a combination of both but," she licked her lips, "I love seeing you this way. So weak. Looking to me to take control. I woke up in bed this morning and thought about having my way with you, fucking you like a girl, of conquering you..." I could see her chest rising and falling quickly... "It turns me on so much." She continued, "Tell me what you feel then little pussy."

It came out of me like a flood, a confession where I put into words what, up to now, I had just been feeling, "I want the same thing, Karen." Then I continued, "I know you're so much stronger than me, so much more of a man than me. I'm your girl, Karen, your sweet, yielding pussy. Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it, because I worship your power. I want to serve you Master Karen, I want to worship your muscles, your cock, and show you how weak and soft I am for you. I love how you've turned me from a weak man into your girl, shown me I have a clit and a pussy, and I want you to fuck me and make me your girl forever."

I could see the sex boiling in her as I spoke and she grabbed me in her powerful arms and threw me, face first, onto the bed. She climbed on top of me, her thick, strong clit pressing against my ass.

She grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, her powerful body dominating me. Her thighs pushed my legs apart, spreading my ass cheeks, and she began to grind into me, her clit thick and hard. She opened me like a flower and I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to. Her powerful hands encircled my wrists and pulled me open and I awaited her like a willing vessel for whatever she gave me. She held me there for a moment, just reveling in the experience of holding me there. Then she pushed against me.

The feeling was intense, and it was all I could do not to scream. She was so big, so powerful, so overwhelming. I could feel every inch of her clit pressing into me, demanding submission.

"Say it again, sweetie. Tell me who's girl you are."

"I'm your girl, Karen. I'm your girl, your little pussy to do with as you wish. I want you to fuck me and make me your girl forever. Make me your slut, your little cum dumpster, your obedient fuck toy. It's what I'm made for. To obey you, to take it."

"Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

Her grip tightened on my wrists and she used her legs to force my legs open further and up into the air. She was fucking me like I was a girl, and she began to grind her clit against my asshole.

I could feel it, the engorged clit pressing against my opening, making me feel so small, so used, so utterly feminine. The friction was intense and I could feel myself getting more turned on with each thrust.

"You like that, pussy?" she said as she pushed against the rim of my hole.

"Yes...."

"I'm going to breed you, sissy. You want to be my girl? You're going to get my seed in your pussy and bear my children. You're going to be my little breeding cow, aren't you?"

I moaned and nodded, my body responding to her words, my cock was rock hard. The reversal was so intense, so clear. She had conquered me. The idea of her impregnating me, making me carry her child, was so wrong and yet so incredibly arousing.

"Say it. Say you want me to breed you, to fill your pussy with my cum," she demanded, her voice harsher now.

"Yes, Karen, breed me. Impregnate me like the girl I am. Make me your bitch. Make me your breeding slut. Fill me with your cum, please!"

With a feral growl, she slammed into me. I could feel her thick, muscular legs pressed against my weak body, opening me up. I felt so opened, so weak, like a girl being fucked for the first time. Her crotch was warm and firm against my fat ass and my nipples were hard with anticipation for what was to come. My cock was hard too as I awaited her.

Then it actually happened - the tip of her clit slid into my ass and she entered me -- her strong hands holding me down, her body moving with a powerful rhythm that made the bed shake.

Her strong legs were thrusting and her crotch was bucking against my anus and somehow her clit, engorged and firm, was fucking me like a cock. I could feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel her sliding in and out of me, her female cock lubricated and fucking me. It was a deep pleasure and humiliation that took away my words. I just moaned: the deep and guttural sound of someone being fucked.

"I'm fucking you now baby." She said with an animal sexuality as she fucked me.

"This is how a man fucks his girl."

"Not how you ever fucked me." With each word she thrusted, slamming her growing clit into my willing hole.

"Yes, yes, yes," I repeated, enjoying the pleasure of the experience.

She pressed her pussy hard against me and paused, leaned against my back, bit my ear, before sticking her tongue into my ear. She thrust again. "Remember how gentle you were? How soft you fucked."

Then she started fucking me and thrusting with each word: "THIS. IS. HOW. A. MAN. FUCKS. HIS. GIRL"

Her thrusts sped up and I could actually feel her clit expand slightly in my ass.

My mind raced with delicious pleasure and humiliation and it flashed with the images of how we had got here. Her muscular body, her hard abs, her growing clit, her sexy aggression - I felt completely overpowered by her, she felt she had complete control and ownership over me.

Her thrusts increased and her clit really felt substantial in my ass. I knew she was going to cum soon. The thought of her seed filling me up, making me complete, was too much to bear and I screamed out my own orgasm, my body spasming with pleasure as she continued to fuck me, her own climax building.

"Fuckk mmeeeeee pleeeease." I screamed.

And when she finally came, her clit pulsing against my ass, I felt a strange mix of euphoria and submission. Her power overwhelmed me, and I wanted it. I felt the cum leak out of her and enter my body and I screamed, "Breed meeeee master" as I pulled my cock. We came in unison.

I flopped onto the bed and she did the same. I could feel the wetness in my ass, her juices leaking out of me and between my legs. She looked at me and smiled, putting a strong possessive hand on my body.

"It'll never go back to how it was. You're my girl forever now."

I thought for a second replying, "Thank you, master."