In Control 03 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
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September 8 2015, 00:14:21 UTC
Miranda stared at the screen, transfixed. The pose and proportions of the scene were obscene, pornographic. The… additions dangling between her legs looked completely natural, with no sign of manipulation or artificiality, and with a sick sinking sense in the pit of her stomach, she felt the outlandish, oversensitive throbbing of her groin resolve itself to match the image on the screen.
“Quite masterful, I think,” remarked Xen. “The form is everything I'd hoped for. A big, thick cock to go with those perfect tits of yours.” She looked down at Miranda, head tilted. “Let us see if the function matches the form.” She turned again and addressed the wall. “VI, switch to live feed.”
The image on the screen dissolved and resolved. Miranda could see herself, cock and balls still on full display, breathing heavily, eyes wide, with Xen at her side, inspecting the image critically. Xen gave a sharp nod. “Good,” she said, and then, to Miranda's shock, leaned over and casually palmed her scrotum.
The sensation was immediate and shocking, and she let out a muffled gasp, smothered by the gag. There was no doubt that it was part of her. She could feel the weight of her balls on Xen's fingers and the warm, leathery texture of Xen's glove against her skin as Xen fondled her and they jostled against her inner thigh. And higher up, to her shame and panic, she felt a stab of heat and a twitch.
Xen chuckled. “You're insatiable, Ms. Lawson. I'd thought you'd have more self-control.” Her hand shifted, and on the screen, Miranda watched with mixed horror and anticipation as she clasped her hand over the base of her cock and gave it a long, feather-light stroke.
Miranda sucked in air desperately. Xen's touch was teasing, just skimming the surface of her skin, but there was a hard, hot throb, and she watched, transfixed, as the cock on the screen flushed and swelled. Xen repeated the motion two, three times, and Miranda moaned into the gag, feeling the cock pulse and harden, the heavy weight of it bobbing with the motion of Xen's hand. On the screen, it was fully erect, enormous and swollen, balls on plain display as she helplessly pushed into Xen's grasp.
Xen's hand lingered at the head on her next stroke, and Miranda let out a wordless mewl, shuddering as her fingers delicately circled the glans and then giving an involuntary groan as Xen's hand plunged back down and stroked her hard from base to tip. A distant part of her watched the image on the screen in horrified fascination as she gyrated in the chair, breasts swaying in time with the huge erection, but most of her was consumed with the white-hot throbbing tightness, desperate to get over that edge. She was close, so close…
And then, Xen stepped back.
Miranda moaned helplessly, the cock hot and hard and aching. Xen stood casually at her side, unconcerned, and delicately extracted a sterilizer pad from a pocket and began to clean her hand.
“You are shameless, Ms. Lawson. Look at yourself. You look like a cheap extranet performer, with that huge cock and those filthy noises. I had thought better of you.”
Miranda panted desperately, and, to her shame, moaned again as the edge of Xen's shawl, perhaps coincidentally, brushed her tip and her hips jerked involuntarily.
Xen tossed the sterilizer pad to the recycler and casually pressed something at the right side of the chair. “Finish yourself, Ms. Lawson, and get this display over with.”
The cuff around her right hand snapped free, and without conscious thought, her hand flew to the base of her cock. It was hot and hard, filling her entire grasp, and she nearly sobbed at the sensation as she gripped it and stroked, finding it already slick with pre-cum. She masturbated it desperately, with no delicacy or dignity, watching on the screen as she jacked herself, hips thrusting and breasts bobbing.
Finally, finally, the heat and tightness drew in to a bright white star and burst, and she let out a long, loud groan as she pulsed, hot fluid spattering across her stomach and the underside of her breasts, hand still frantically working herself.
Gradually, she came back to herself, staring at her image on the screen, flushed and sweaty, covered in cum, cock slowly softening in her hand.
“Quite masterful, I think,” remarked Xen. “The form is everything I'd hoped for. A big, thick cock to go with those perfect tits of yours.” She looked down at Miranda, head tilted. “Let us see if the function matches the form.” She turned again and addressed the wall. “VI, switch to live feed.”
The image on the screen dissolved and resolved. Miranda could see herself, cock and balls still on full display, breathing heavily, eyes wide, with Xen at her side, inspecting the image critically. Xen gave a sharp nod. “Good,” she said, and then, to Miranda's shock, leaned over and casually palmed her scrotum.
The sensation was immediate and shocking, and she let out a muffled gasp, smothered by the gag. There was no doubt that it was part of her. She could feel the weight of her balls on Xen's fingers and the warm, leathery texture of Xen's glove against her skin as Xen fondled her and they jostled against her inner thigh. And higher up, to her shame and panic, she felt a stab of heat and a twitch.
Xen chuckled. “You're insatiable, Ms. Lawson. I'd thought you'd have more self-control.” Her hand shifted, and on the screen, Miranda watched with mixed horror and anticipation as she clasped her hand over the base of her cock and gave it a long, feather-light stroke.
Miranda sucked in air desperately. Xen's touch was teasing, just skimming the surface of her skin, but there was a hard, hot throb, and she watched, transfixed, as the cock on the screen flushed and swelled. Xen repeated the motion two, three times, and Miranda moaned into the gag, feeling the cock pulse and harden, the heavy weight of it bobbing with the motion of Xen's hand. On the screen, it was fully erect, enormous and swollen, balls on plain display as she helplessly pushed into Xen's grasp.
Xen's hand lingered at the head on her next stroke, and Miranda let out a wordless mewl, shuddering as her fingers delicately circled the glans and then giving an involuntary groan as Xen's hand plunged back down and stroked her hard from base to tip. A distant part of her watched the image on the screen in horrified fascination as she gyrated in the chair, breasts swaying in time with the huge erection, but most of her was consumed with the white-hot throbbing tightness, desperate to get over that edge. She was close, so close…
And then, Xen stepped back.
Miranda moaned helplessly, the cock hot and hard and aching. Xen stood casually at her side, unconcerned, and delicately extracted a sterilizer pad from a pocket and began to clean her hand.
“You are shameless, Ms. Lawson. Look at yourself. You look like a cheap extranet performer, with that huge cock and those filthy noises. I had thought better of you.”
Miranda panted desperately, and, to her shame, moaned again as the edge of Xen's shawl, perhaps coincidentally, brushed her tip and her hips jerked involuntarily.
Xen tossed the sterilizer pad to the recycler and casually pressed something at the right side of the chair. “Finish yourself, Ms. Lawson, and get this display over with.”
The cuff around her right hand snapped free, and without conscious thought, her hand flew to the base of her cock. It was hot and hard, filling her entire grasp, and she nearly sobbed at the sensation as she gripped it and stroked, finding it already slick with pre-cum. She masturbated it desperately, with no delicacy or dignity, watching on the screen as she jacked herself, hips thrusting and breasts bobbing.
Finally, finally, the heat and tightness drew in to a bright white star and burst, and she let out a long, loud groan as she pulsed, hot fluid spattering across her stomach and the underside of her breasts, hand still frantically working herself.
Gradually, she came back to herself, staring at her image on the screen, flushed and sweaty, covered in cum, cock slowly softening in her hand.
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