Part 8

Part 8

A soft light clicked on revealing a small room dominated by a king sized bed. The bed didn't have pillows or blankets but was covered in a simple black sheet. The walls and ceiling were littered with mirrors. The image of Glen and Michelle stumbling inside bounced from mirror to mirror and reflected from every angle.

Glen first tore off his 'Female Body Inspector' t-shirt revealing his masculine upper body. He then removed and tossed the black mask away. His body was awash with masculine virility and he wanted to show it off! His face looked rather strange because it had a distinctly feminine shape, makeup and jewelry, but also contained a significant amount of facial hair. He pulled the pearl earrings from his ears and tossed them aside. He felt like they no longer matched who he was because earrings, pearls and all manner of pretty accoutrements were for women, and he was anything but. The pearls dropped to the carpet and dissolved. The holes they had come from closed almost instantly and there was no evidence Glen had ever had his ears pierced.

Michelle felt a minor sting as a line of pretty pearls suddenly hung from each ear. They were even more eye catching and feminine than Glens had been! The shiny, dangling earrings contrasted against her masculine face.

At this point, however, neither Glen nor Michelle gave a damn about their faces. Their attention, and the majority of their brain power, was devoted to the hungry genitalia between their legs and its opposite sex counterpart attached to their partner. To that point, Glen maneuvered his tights around his penis and pulled them down his legs. His heavy balls flopped out and dangled menacingly against his thighs while his musty, erect cock sprang forward. He kicked his athletic shoes and socks to the side leaving him completely naked.

Michelle waited where Glen had left her. Her gooey, swampy snatch was hotter and slicker than ever before. She traced a hand under her gown and touched her quivering pussy lips. Her finger probed between the folds which were swollen and desperate for penetration. A horny shudder coursed through Michelle's body as her finger brushed against the new clitoris nestled at the top of her slit. She bit her thin lower lip and inhaled sharply as her finger swirled around her new pleasure bead and she masturbated while standing. Her free hand twirled her long, blonde hair girlishly as she jilled off. When Glen had finally finished undressing himself, he turned his attention back to his horny, masturbating wife. They locked eyes and instantly understood the others desire. He yearned to dominate and she yearned to be dominated.

Glen snatched Michelle's gown by its collar and ripped it from her body in one aggressive motion. He tossed the torn garment aside and pointed to her shoes which she promptly kicked off. Her large feet would have been embarrassing, but neither party cared about them at the moment. Michelle trembled before her husbands superior strength as her curvy body was forcibly exposed. She saw her wide, veiny areola and erect nipples for the first time since they had transformed. She confirmed that they were every bit as 'baby-bottle' as Glen's had been, if not even more-so. On the tip of her dark, half-inch-long nipples were the noticeable bumps of active milk ducts.

Glen swiveled Michelle around causing her hair, breasts and earrings to sway before pushing her back onto the bed. She landed softly on her hair and opened her legs, baring her puffy, hungry vulva to him. She scooched to the end of the bed just as Glen approached with his massive cock laying in his hand like a weapon. Michelle's butt scratched against a crusty white stain in the black sheet. She glanced down and saw the evidence of a previous breeding session. She noticed that below the crusty stain was yet another white stain from an even earlier breeding session. In fact, the entire edge of the bed was littered with white stains of various ages. In her extremely horny state, Michelle reveled in the depravity of a situation that would have otherwise disgusted her. Here she was in the same position as countless other females, on her back pussy up, preparing to get penetrated by a fat cock. In that moment she wanted, desperately, to contribute another white stain to the sheet and to join her sisters in motherhood.

Glen aimed his erection towards Michelle's slit. He positioned the flared head of his member between her engorged labia and noticed a few milky strings of hot fluid connecting each side of her puffy lips. Michelle salivated as she stared at Glen over her tits. He wielded eight or nine hard inches of throbbing virility! The anticipation in Michelle's vagina reached an apex and it began to convulse like a heartbeat. Her feminine juices coated Glen's cock-head and trickled down her short, female perineum until it reached the sheet and a new stain began to form. The strong, yeasty stench of female arousal wafted from her pussy. It was an odor that a male body was simply incapable of making. Her vag stink swirled and combined with Glen's masculine musk and they filled the air with the unmistakable reek of heterosexual lust.

Glen's hands anchored onto Michelle's wide hips. His shining blue eyes locked onto her dark brown eyes. They knew this was the last moment the could back out, the last chance to stop what was about to happen.

"Breed meeee." Michelle moaned.

Glen grunted and thrust his hips forward, filling his pleading wife with cock. She took all nine inches without any resistance. His wiry pubic hair scratched against her smooth Venus mound when he was fully buried inside. A high pitched moan blasted into the mirrored ceiling. Being full of cock felt amazing! It was like a deep, primal urge was being satiated, a primitive itch was being scratched, and a biological imperative was being realized. Her body had evolved to love it!

Glen's manhood gleamed with feminine lubricant as he thrust again and again and again with a wet *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*. His pace increased and he began to pound Michelle just in front of her cervix. His length was absolutely perfect for Michelle's depth and it felt like their genitals were made for one another. She giggled and sighed, feeling the fire of her arousal burning and undulating around his rod.

Glen held onto Michelle's hips tightly as he stroked in and out. Sweat beaded on his brow but he had no intention of slowing down. He stared forward and saw himself in the far mirror. His feminine face was twisted in an aggressive snarl. His gleaming muscles were rippling with veins. He watched Michelle's fat tits flopping up and down with each repetition. He was in control of them- he was in control of her! He could see himself in the mirror mounting his wife and [b]FUCKING[/b] her. This wasn't regular, run of the mill sex, this was [b]FUCKING[/b]! His dick was thrusting the pleasure into her, giving her exactly what her slutty little body wanted. She was his little slut! He could see his penis sliding into her while simultaneously feeling it. The association between seeing and feeling the male side of heterosexual, vaginal sex worked to further solidify Glen's identity as a man.

He continued his rhythm while bending down to suck on Michelle's stiff nipples. She squealed with pleasure and they somehow got even harder. When he eventually stopped sucking, Michelle's hands snaked up to her engorged nipples which she twisted and tweaked. She saw herself in the mirrored ceiling and stared. She was panting and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth while her dark eyes were glazed over. She looked like an air-headed slut getting the brains fucked out of her! Each smack of their genitals sent a visible shock-wave through Michelle's jiggly thighs and ass. She watched her muscular husband slide his dick in and out and felt a pleasurable 'full' feeling whenever he entered her. The association between seeing and feeling the female side of heterosexual, vaginal sex worked to further solidity Michelle's identity as a woman.

Her eyes traced down the mirror and she saw her tiny, painted fingers pinching and pulling at her oversized tits. A web of pleasurable lightning arced from her nipples and coursed through her body. The combination of nipple play and rough vaginal sex sent Michelle closer and closer to climax. Her heart was pounding and her skin felt scorching hot.

Michelle opened her mouth to speak. She was delirious with arousal. Her high pitched voice was breathy and ragged, "Fuck me, Glen! Fuck me!"

in response, Glen grunted and increased his tempo. Michelle clutched the sheet of the bed for support and thrust her hips against Glen's speed. His sweat was really starting to drip, but he still wasn't slowing down. His heavy ball-sack, overflowing with supercharged sperm, slapped against Michelle's tight, pink asshole and short perineum with every thrust. He could feel his balls begging to unload a substantial wad into Michelle's reproductive system. It was a primeval, cave-man hunger that demanded he breed, demanded he spread his seed.

Glen panted and growled at the same time, "Does my [i]*pant*[/i] slutty wife [i]*pant*[/i] love getting her [i]*pant*[/i] pussy pounded?"

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

Michelle clenched her vaginal walls around his veiny length and screamed her response, "Yes! [i]*mmm*[/i] I love getting my [i]*mmm*[/i] pussy pounded!"

As the confirmation left her lips, both Michelle and Glen felt changes beginning in their faces. Glen's jaw squared off, his nose widened and his brow expanded. He grew sideburns and his lips thinned and became chapped. His ears elongated and his eyes shrank and went from shining blue to dark brown. His hairline turned to a typical male 'M' shape and shifted further back on the skull making his forehead much more prominent. The final change was his neck which widened significantly, complimenting the hairy Adam's apple prominently displayed. The scruff and mustache already present only served to further entrench his masculinity. His heavy makeup now did very little to hide the fact that Glen was a biological male. The makeup looked totally out of place on his manly face.

Michelle's face, meanwhile, went through the opposite process. Her jaw thinned and rounded while and her chin receded. Her cheekbones rose and her brow became less pronounced while any hint of sideburns disappeared. Her ears shrank which made her pearl-string earrings look longer by comparison. Her eyes grew larger and turned from a dull brown to a shining green. Her nose thinned and shortened while her hairline shifted to a typical female, inverted 'U' shape and moved forward, diminishing the prominence of her forehead. Her lips inflated and thickened until they were juicy and kissable just like Glen's had been. They then expanded even further until Michelle was left with perpetually pouty love pillows. Finally, her neck contracted and slimmed down until it fit with the rest of her body.

Glen suddenly scooped Michelle's legs and lifted them straight up into the air. She gasped as her ass lifted off the bed and her tits fell into her face. Glen's penis exited her vagina with a soft *schlorp* and Michelle immediately felt the emptiness gnawing inside her once again. Anxiety and discomfort took hold and she squirmed.

Michelle panted into her cleavage, "W-what are you doing?"

Glen was standing on his tiptoes and looking down at his wife's freshly fucked snatch. His penis was resting just above it at a downward angle. He could feel heat emanating from her dripping womanhood alongside a strong, yeasty odor. However, with her legs in the air and his limited height, Glen wasn't able to slip back inside and fulfill his primordial desire.

"Dammit!" He snarled, "I want to pile-drive you but I'm not tall enough!"

Michelle felt an alarming coolness between her legs as she moaned, desperate to get him back inside, "Ma-maybe I'm t-too tall? I want to be shorter for you, but I need it back innnnnn!"

Michelle's body began to shrink. Her torso, arms and legs diminished inch by inch. The height was mostly subtracted from her top half, but her legs lost an inch or two as well. The loss of height in her torso rearranged the proportion of her body to give her an overall 'leggy' appearance. Her silhouette was even more feminine as a result.

Her body, and by extension her vagina, slowly moved down towards the bed as her height decreased. It meant the angle of Glen's pile-drive was increasingly doable. When it was finally over, Michelle knew she had shrunk quite a lot, but it was impossible to tell for sure with her legs in the air. While her frame was smaller overall, the width of her hips, the size of her butt, the weight of her tits and the length of her hair did not change, meaning that they were even more prominent than before.

Even with Michelle's significantly shortened stature, Glen was still unable to do as he pleased. The angle was close, but not quite enough. That was, until his body started to grow. His legs and torso shifted upwards. The growth mostly occurred in his upper half, but his lower half gained a few inches as well. The angle of his penis slowly moved down against his wife's crotch as his height increased more and more. Michelle whined into her tits as every second not spent with Glen's cock inside her felt like an eternity.

When his final height had been reached, Glen's dick was poised and ready to plunge straight down. He guided his manhood towards Michelle's slit and dropped his hips.

"Pile-drive!" He boomed.

When he re-entered her, Michelle squealed with girlish glee. The emptiness reversed completely and she felt elated, warm and full. Her vaginal walls clenched and massaged his pistoning erection, coaxing out his impending load. She watched and felt his heavy ball-sack crashing against her asshole as she imagined herself overflowing with cum. Her kitty wanted a messy finale! She managed to look at the mirror behind the bed and see her hairy, hulking husband in an extremely dominant position, pile-driving straight down into his submissive little wife like an oil well. She was that wife! She was being pile-driven! Her body had been programmed for this moment, she WANTED to be bred!

After a few more downward thrusts, Glen knew he was getting close to orgasm. He dropped Michelle back onto her ass, squishing it against the wet stain on the sheet. He held her legs up and out which kept her vagina angled upwards. He didn't skip and beat and jumped right into a 'mating press'. Doctor Frank had described it as the ultimate position to conceive and Glen's mind was determined to do just that. With her legs out of the way, Glen faced no resistance or hindrance to the deepest possible strokes. Michelle could feel his pumping was deeper and harder, stretching her walls and ramming her chemically softened cervix. Michelle's body tightened and her pussy shuddered as she moaned into the ceiling. Her orgasm was imminent and her body sensed Glen's was too.

A concentrated twitching coalesced into Glen's groin and his strokes became shallower and faster. His body gleamed with sweat and his dark eyes stared down at his mewling wife, gushing around his cock.

He squeezed her supple thighs and grunted, "Are you [i]*pant*[/i] ready to be my [i]*pant*[/i] preggo slut?"

"Y-yes! Yes! [i]*mmm*[/i] I'm your preggo slut!" She screamed in response.

Glen growled and his short strokes intensified alongside the feeling of concentration in his cock. The makeup covering his face thinned and began to disintegrate. The gloss, eye shadow, mascara, foundation and blush were wiped away as his sweat dripped and his face contorted in sexual bliss. He was left with an angular, hairy, male face with no hint of makeup whatsoever.

He slammed all the way down into Michelle and snarled aggressively into the ceiling. His fingers dug into her thighs and a rush of orgasmic pleasure shot through his body as his cock shuddered. Michelle shook uncontrollably and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her swollen lips released a high-pitched moan and harmoniously joined her husband's growl. A rush of electricity reverberated all across her body before exploding in waves of warmth and pleasure. She clamped her walls down and massaged around his girth, desperate to be fertilized. Michelle finally felt a strong contraction within Glen's balls and a powerful jet of semen blasted against her cervix. Her fluttering eyes managed to find herself in the mirrored ceiling and she watched herself become pregnant.

She watched her bright green eyes grow bolder with the addition of makeup. Eyeliner traced around them while glittery pink eye shadow applied liberally to her lids. Foundation and powder layered on next, smoothing out any blemishes and imperfections while blush followed up to enhance her already round, feminine features. Her bee-stung lips gained a creamy, matte, fuchsia lipstick. Her face had already been womanly, but the addition of heavy makeup made her a caricature of femininity.

Glen felt each cum-shot as a pleasurable shudder. His hips gently rocked while his balls contracted and emptied into his wife's hungry cunt. He panted and his chest heaved as his faculties slowly returned and his orgasm tapered off. He slowly withdrew his member and squeezed out the last few drops, ensuring they found their way into Michelle's gaping, quivering vagina. When he finally removed his softening cock completely, Glen noticed a torrent of seed overflowing from Michelle's vulva and spilling down her gooch onto the sheet. There was no doubt Michelle was leaving the largest, messiest stain the bed had ever seen.

Michelle took ragged, shallow breaths and gently rode the afterglow of her full-bodied, female orgasm. She felt a cool wetness between her legs and the sloshing of Glen's seed as it rushed out of her like a river. It was sticky and the odor of cum was intoxicating. Michelle's head swam with visions of a full, pregnant belly protruding past her heavy tits. A feeling of happiness, fulfillment and warmth caused a dopey smile to cross her creamy, fuchsia lips.

Glen grinned down at his wife. Her pretty, made-up face smiled blissfully while his sperm oozed out of her. He had claimed her, she belonged to him now.

He approached the side of the bed and jumped onto it with his knees. He flopped his glistening, softening cock towards Michelle's face. Her head was still swimming, but she recognized what her handsome stud wanted. She opened her mouth and accepted his manhood. Glen gently rocked his hips back and forth, sliding himself in and out. A few residual beads of semen were coaxed out by Michelle's dick sucking lips and she swallowed without a second though. The taste of heterosexual sex filled her mouth as their combined juices were cleaned by her tongue. Glen got deep, but didn't go so far as to choke her. His cock sprang to life and became hard once again in her mouth. Michelle bobbed her head up and down with a tight, wet seal. Glen collected a handful of Michelle's golden hair and used it as an anchor to better control her face.

*Knock* *Knock*

Metallic click.

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