Part 17
Part 17:
Kourtnee kneeled down and fished into the crate of flip flops, trying on a few sizes before finding the right fit. She had on women's size 5. Size 5! They were the smallest shoes in the box! Her cute little painted toes poked out the front.
Kevin 's hand fished into his pants and he started masurbating while watching her. His eyes were intense and lustful. Kourtnee could feel tension rising in the air. She didn't have much time! Her wristbanded hand hurriedly flipped through the box of jumpsuits until she found a size that may have fit her. She slipped it out of the box and froze. She could [i]feel[/i] Kevin's overpowering presence directly behind her.
His hands slapped down onto Kourtnee's shoulders and gripped tightly. She remained kneeling with the green jumpsuit in her hands. Her breaths were coming in ragged and a few wayward drops of natural female lubricant splattered to the floor. The door to the waiting room was directly behind her- just beyond Kevin. She had to get back there and find a way to regroup!
A momentary burning in her lower left leg caused Kourtnee to twist her shoulders and crane her neck to see what was happening behind her. She looked down to see a new tattoo crawling up from her foot. The flowery tattoo was black stemmed with red flowers. Again, this was definitely not the kind of tattoo any self respecting man would get!
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YWMIjIagbA0DnWUauylAXLu-U5TMWBnc/view?usp=drive_link
Kevin, however, interpreted Kourtnee's twisting as something completely different. His hands continued her twist until he had spun her around completely. Kourtnee was left naked, on her knees, directly in front of Kevin's groin. She stared up with vacant eyes and opened her mouth while sticking out her tongue. Strands of long blonde hair fell in her face as she waited. It was a behavior that she'd been conditioned to do through years and years of whoring. Her body [i]expected[/i] this, [i]anticipated[/i] this, [i]wanted[/i] this.
"I can't, I can't, I-" Kevin muttered, though his lustful eyes deceived him.
Kourtnee sat up, high on her knees, with a strand of slick fluid trailing from her groin to the floor. The war in her brain was quickly becoming one sided and the only thing that mattered was the heat between her legs. Cedric's remaining control was substantially diminished in such an aroused state, and he was barely a whisper. Every second spent on her knees, filling the role of the submissive whore, subtly altered Kourtnee's sense of self. Now, not only had new memories forced their way into Kourtnee's brain, but old memories were being changed. The school bus when she was a child in the late 70's shifted and became more modern, the teachers that had an impact on her went from wearing bell bottoms to modern fashion. A 'Terminator' poster displayed on her bedroom wall when she was a kid became a makeup vanity. Pounding protein powder and hitting the practice field to be the meanest defensive back on the team became refusing to eat and hitting the tanning bed to be the sexiest cheerleader on the squad.
Kourtnee bit her lower lip and rubbed her arms up Kevin's legs. Her long nails scratched along his uniform pants until she found his fly. A smile crossed her lips when she felt his manhood straining against it, begging to be released.
'So handsome' and a suit at her confirmation became 'So pretty' and a dress. A memorable night watching 'Back to the Future' and laughing with the other boys was now a memorable night watching 'The Notebook' and crying with the other girls.
Kourtnee tugged Kevin's fly and zipped it downward. Her vacant eyes stared up at Kevin who was still trying to talk himself out of it.
Getting head beneath the bleachers from a blonde bombshell and feeling her tight, wet mouth coaxing out his wad during senior year morphed into [i]giving[/i] head beneath the bleachers to the hunky quarterback and feeling his long, hard dick sliding in and out of her mouth during softmore year.
Kourtnee fished her hand inside Kevin's pants. Her delicate fingers snaked over the waistband of his boxers and wrapped around his warm cock. It felt gigantic in her little hand! She licked her shiny lips and felt her mouth watering as she lifted his manhood from his boxers. It sprang out and poked towards Kourtnee's face between the open zipper. She could feel his heat and manly musk cascading over her like a wave.
"I- I- shouldn't- I should really get back to the uh-" Kevin trailed off.
Kourtnee giggled and leaned forward. Kevin's penis parted her lips and she tasted his salty tip. She reached her arms around his waist and held onto his Sam Browne belt while working him slowly into her mouth, inch by inch. Kourtnee's tongue piercing caressed each wrinkle of his length as she enveloped him deeper and deeper. Her wristband scraped along his belt and she watched the name of an arresting officer fill into the band.
A stinging pain exploded on Kourtnee's upper chest and collar bone area before quickly stopping. A new tattoo formed and this one was even more noticeable. She now had three tattoos on her body including a butterfly tramp stamp, a red flower crawling up her leg and, now, a flowery pattern near her collar bone.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hO8ZsEF8-KDBrljq7NO8lOW1DaNzf5Cr/view?usp=drive_link
Kourtnee worked his full length into her mouth until her lips and nose pressed into Kevin's sparse pubic hair and his balls rested on her chin. His warm member ticked the back of her throat and she expertly tightened her mouth and lips down like a hot, wet vice. A very weak, distant objection bothered Kourtnee in the back of her head, but she ignored it and continued her work. This was something she'd done a million times and it was obvious in her approach. More and more of Kourtnee's memories as a male were turning female- and a debauched, slutty female at that.
It wasn't long before Kevin's hands folded into Kourtnee's hair and held onto her head. His hips started thrusting back and forth in time with his hands which pulled Kourtnee back and forth. Kourtnee found herself in the familiar position of having her face fucked. Kourtnee made gagging and gurgling noises as saliva ran down her chin. Though her gag reflex had been completely overcome and eliminated years prior, she knew what men wanted to hear and even mixed in a few high-pitched, sloshing moans with her gagging; just for good measure.
A new burning sensations formed, this time centering on her upper thigh. She didn't have time to properly look down, though she figured there was new ink there. Around both her thighs was a tattoo of a black lace garter belt with a red ribbon that matched the red flowers further down her leg.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1oLDEDO6ckZOzoIFLVqVuPxngaQ9TELUQ/view?usp=drive_link
Kevin picked up his pace. Kourtnee's hair swayed back and forth and her fake tits bounced in time. He grunted and his legs started shaking. She knew he was getting close, so Kourtnee tightened her mouth around Kevin and rolled her vacant eyes into her head, really giving him the full 'girlfriend' experience.
Kevin's testicles slapped Kourntee's chin rhythmically. It seemed insane to her that she had these symbols of masculinity hanging between her legs just minutes prior. The concept of having external sex organs felt so foreign to Kourtnee now. She was MUCH more comfortable having balls slapping her than hanging from her. She wouldn't even know the first thing about having a penis and knew everything about having a vagina. The only way she would have testicles dangling between her legs now was while a man was actively fucking her.
Another burning, this time in her lower stomach. A star and flower pattern filled into her skin with black ink and ran up her side. It traced up from her pubic area and around her pierced navel.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1IwLxwouvU_ilqr8AjzvVYk0Tmd1JceCk/view?usp=drive_link
There were now five tattoos on Kourtnee's body (six if you counted each garter). Cedric had never gotten any tattoos and considered them trashy, but Kourtnee didn't seem to agree.
Kevin slipped his cock from Kourtnee's mouth with a *SCHLOP* and shook his head, "I can't- I'm going to- I'm gonna-"
Kourtnee giggled and wrapped her hand around his saliva coated rod, letting the jumpsuit drop to the floor. She expertly jacked him off with a rhythmatic flicking of her wrist while giving him a dripping grin.
"Ith's okay, baby, I want it!" She cooed.
A burning sensation in her wrist heralded another flowery tattoo. She watched it wrap around her wrist and bloom while she squeezed and caressed Kevin's cock. Small blue flowers were now adorning Kourtnee's wrist.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cxsK_6toaFoUakZWP2uaeejzLBOTb_yI/view?usp=drive_link
Kevin growled and suddenly lifted Kourtnee from the ground by her arms. She let out a high pitched *eep* in surprise and noticed that lifting her in the air had required almost no effort on Kevin's part.
"Oh, you 'want it', do you?" Kevin shouted, "I'll fucking give you something to 'want', [i]skank[/i]!"
Kevin manhandled Kourtnee around him and shoved her towards the waiting room door. She crashed against the cold metal. Her hands rested on the long exit handle. A moment of clarity broke Kourtnee from her 'whore auto pilot' when she noticed where she was standing. One push and she'd be in the waiting room completely naked. Her pierced pussy, her fake tits, her ridiculous fake lips, her tattoos- everything would be seen by dozens of people. She glanced down at her hand resting on the door handle. Her fingers were so thin and tiny while her skin was so smooth. Her long, fake red nails were tightly glued to each finger and the wristband around her wrist labelled her as somebody and something that she wasn't. She looked down at her spherical tits and the flowery collar bone tattoo situated above them. This was all wrong! Her head felt so foggy. She had to fight against the changes!
Kourtnee held her hands against her temples and closed her eyes. She tried desperately to remember who she was at the start of the day. She was...she remembered that she was excited about something...she put on her uniform and- of course! She was a police officer! She worked at the jail! A shallow stream of Cedric's memories trickled into Kourtnee's brain. Yes...yes she was a man with a-
Kourtnee caught herself on the long door handle as Kevin shoved her upper body forward with one hand and pulled her naked hips towards him with the other. Kourtnee's concentration was broken and her arousal spiked at Kevin's rough treatment. Her fat ass and wide hips unconsciously swayed enticingly and rubbed against his hard erection. She pressed against him and her vaginal lips flipped back and forth against his cock head, begging to be split. Kourtnee's body was moving on its own but her mind was swimming with desperate thoughts- she had to concentrate!
She was a- she was a- a- police officer? Did that make sense?
Kevin's hands squeezed Kourtnee's hips and he positioned his manhood directly against her womanhood. Kourtnee's breathing increased and the heat between her legs intensified. Her body was ready to be [b]fucked[/b], ready to be [b]bred[/b], ready to be [b]rutted and nutted[/b].
Kourtnee squeezed the metal handle and furrowed her brow while bending at the waist. She barely held onto the faintest, vaguest recollection of Sergeant Baxter. A sudden burning behind her left ear forced another loss of concentration.
A series of hearts tattooed behind her ear.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/17IjPUIA8GQsmMYx7zhoxCggdfqe-rHgX/view?usp=drive_link
Before she could attempt to regroup, Kevin pressed his hips forward and split Kourtnee's labia with his cock. Any hope of concentrating went out the window almost immediately. He buried his full length in one powerful thrust. Kourtnee took a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion that stretched her slick walls. When he withdrew himself, his mahood shined with Kourtnee's female lubricant. His hands squeezed her hips tightly and as he thrusted again. His pubic hair tickled Kourtnee's asshole and she let out a soft moan. He felt bigger than she imagined and her vagina tightened around his fat cock like a slippery vice. Kevin's hips slammed against Kourtnee and he started building a rhythm.
Kourtnee's cunt went to work tightening and relaxing around Kevin's manhood; pleasuring him and teasing out his cum. She didn't know whether her body was driven more by biological imperative or extensive whoring experience. His pace began to quicken and his hot breath washed along her back. A wet *squealch* gushed around Kevin's dick with each repitition and Kourtnee's legs started feeling weak. She barely managed to stifle a moan, worrying that a loud noise might penetrate through the door and into the waiting room. Kevin gave Kourtnee's ass a few loud spanks that echoed along the walls. The strong stench of sex filled the room and Kourtnee's pussy juice sloshed and dripped from Kevin's cock to the floor.
"Damn [i]bitch[/i]," Kevin panted, "You're a wet little [i]slut[/i] aren't you?"
Kourtnee nodded her head enthusiastically, gave him a muffled *mmm* maon, and pressed her hips back, impaling herself onto his length.
Kevin growled and suddenly pushed Kourtnee forward. She crashed into the long handle and the metal door flew open. She lost her footing and fell forward into the bright lights with a high pitched *eep* as Kevin's shiny cock slid out of her. Kourtnee's voluminous blonde hair fell into her face. Her knees hit the concrete and she felt the weight of her large, fake tits pulling on her back. She looked down to see her long, painted nails hanging off the ends of her delicate hands and supporting her on the floor.
Kourtnee's worst fear had come to pass! She was naked and about to be fucked in front of a huge group of people!
