"Fetish?" I squeaked, the word sounding alien and pathetic in my new, higher-pitched voice. "You call that a fetish? That's a war crime!"
"Hehehe," Beatrice simply laughed.
Gulp.
My mouth went dry, my new higher-pitched voice sticking in my throat like a lump of cotton. That thing between Beatrice's legs throbbed visibly, each pump of her hand making it swell even bigger, veins pulsing like rivers of lava under pale skin. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in a thick, endless dribble, slicking her palm and dripping onto my newly plumped thighs.
"You're... you're joking," I stammered, my eyes glued to the monstrosity. It was hypnotic. Terrifying. My tiny 4-inch cock twitched pathetically in response, leaking its own weak trail as if in submission. "That'll split me in half, Bea. Literally."
"Split you open in the best way," she purred, crawling back over me. Her shadow fell across me, blocking the soft light of the room. The heavy weight of her breasts pressed against my flatter chest, her nipples like hard pebbles against my skin. She took both my smaller hands in one of hers, pinning them above my head with an ease that was both humiliating and electrifying.
"Oh, sweet little wife," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Femboys are made for this. Stretchy. Greedy. Your ass is already clenching for it—I can see it quiver." Her other hand, the one slick with her own pre-cum, came down not on my cock, but on my plump, new ass.
SMACK!
The sound was sharp, wet. A jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure-pain shot through me.
SMACK!
Again. On the other cheek.
I yelped, my back arching, my tiny cock bouncing against my stomach.
'Shit.'
She was right. Traitorous body. My new, plush cheeks were parting slightly on their own, that cold, pink lube from her fingers still tingling deep inside, loosening me up like some enchanted whore-oil. I squirmed, but it only made my hips wiggle, accentuating the hourglass curve she'd sculpted into me. My mind screamed no while every cell in my body screamed YES.
"Beatrice, wait—" My protest was cut off as she grabbed my ankles, yanking my legs apart with effortless strength. The position left me splayed, vulnerable, my small cock bobbing uselessly against my soft belly. My new, round ass was lifted, completely exposed.
"No more waiting." Her free hand dipped between my cheeks, two fingers—now three—sliding back in without resistance. They scissored, stretched, the pink fluid making obscene squelching sounds that echoed in the luxurious room. "Fuck, you're perfect like this. Tight but yielding. Ready to be bred."
'Bred?' The word echoed in my mind, primal and terrifying.
"Ahhh~..." I moaned—high and girly, hating how it sounded but loving the sparks shooting up my spine. "Ahh~! Bea, it's too much... your fingers alone..."
'Fuck, I'm a man, for God's sake. I shouldn't be feeling this good from just fingers.'
She twisted them, nailing that spot again, and stars burst behind my eyelids. My cock spurted a pathetic dribble, not even a full orgasm, just a tease.
"See? Your body's begging. And look at this cute little clit-dick." She flicked my 4-incher with her thumb, smirking as I yelped. "Adorable. But it's not for fucking tonight. Tonight, you're my pretty hole."
With a wet pop, her fingers withdrew. I whined at the emptiness, hating myself for it. Then I felt it—the blunt, scorching head of her monster cock pressing against my entrance. It was huge. Hotter than a branding iron, slick with her pre and that same pink lube manifesting from nowhere.
"Relax, my little femboy," she whispered, leaning down to nip my earlobe. Her hair curtained us again, her breath ragged. "Breathe for me. Let Mommy Beatrice in."
I did. God help me, I did.
I sucked in a ragged breath, but before I could release it, she pushed.
The head of her cock breached me.
One inch. Two. My hole burned. Stretched so wide I felt my bones would crack. I wanted to scream, but my breath caught in my throat, coming out as a choked, high-pitched gasp. My vision whited out in agony and ecstasy. She was splitting me, reshaping me from the inside out. Inch after impossible inch sank deeper.
"AHHHH... BEA! IT'S... IT'S..." I couldn't finish. My body convulsed under her. Tears streamed from my eyes, but my traitorous ass was clamping down, trying to pull her in. "It's... it's so full..."
And she wasn't even halfway in.
"Fuller's coming," she grunted. Her hips pulled back, then thrust forward, harder this time. Another few inches disappeared into me. The bulge in my stomach was undeniable, and just seeing it made me horny. "Look. My cock's making room in your belly. A new womb for me to fill."
She was relentless.
"Fuuuck... so tight," she groaned, her hips finally flush against my plush ass. Balls-deep. Fourteen inches of succubus royalty buried in my femboy guts.
"Ahh! Bea, it's too big—fuck, stop!" My voice cracked, girly and desperate, but my hips betrayed me, twitching upward as if begging for more.
"Stop? Oh, sweetheart," she chuckled, her tone dripping with cruel amusement. "You don't get to decide that. Look at this pretty hole sucking me in."
She punctuated her words with a slow, deliberate grind, her hips circling to stir that monster deep inside me. Every ridge, every vein dragged against my walls, sending shockwaves that made my toes curl and my tiny clit-dick leak like a faucet. The bulge in my belly shifted with the motion.
"See? Greedy little femboy pussy," Beatrice taunted, her pink eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. She released my ankles, letting my legs wrap around her waist on instinct—traitor legs pulling her closer. "It's winking at me. Begging to be bred."
'Bred? Fuck, no—yes—shit, I can't think!'
My brain was mush, fried circuits sparking with overload. The stretch was impossible, a constant burn-pleasure that blurred into one endless high. I clawed at her back, nails digging into sweat-slick skin, leaving red trails that only made her growl.
And damn, she didn't even start moving, and I was already cumming.
I came.
Not an explosion. Not a spurt of satisfaction. A pathetic, continuous dribble from my tiny, useless dick. A full-body seizure that made me arch and shake, my ass clamping down on her like a vise.
"Now," she said, her voice low, promising. "the fun part."
She pulled out.
Slowly.
I felt every ridge, every vein of her cock sliding against my over-sensitized walls. It felt like I was being hollowed out, a vacuum of cold air rushing into the space she left behind. I let out a pathetic, needy whimper, my hips bucking instinctively to keep her from leaving.
"Wait for it," she growled, her muscles coiling.
Then, as the head was about to pop out—
PAT!
She slammed back in.
Hard.
"HNNG-AHHH!"
The impact lifted me off the bed, my back arching into a bridge that shouldn't have been physically possible, only her grip on my hips keeping me from sliding up the sheets. My scream was raw, high-pitched, and broken, echoing off the walls of the luxurious room as her fourteen inches buried into me again in one brutal thrust. The bulge in my stomach reappeared, even more pronounced, and the pressure on that spot deep inside made my vision explode into a shower of pink and black stars.
"Again," she commanded, her voice a husky rasp.
And she did.
Out. Slowly. Teasingly. Making me feel the empty ache. Then—
PAT!
In. Hard. Fast. Bruising.
Pleasure and pain became indistinguishable. Each brutal thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. Each withdrawal left me gasping and desperate. My body was no longer my own; it was an instrument she was playing, a percussion section of flesh and bone and moans.
"Ahh~! Bea! Mommy—fuck! It's hitting my guts!" I was babbling, drool leaking from the corner of my mouth. The honorific had slipped out unbidden, and instead of correcting it, it just fanned her flames. My small cock bounced uselessly, spurting another weak rope across my stomach with every brutal hit to my prostate. Sissy squirts, one after another, painting me like a used canvas.
"Mommy? Oh, you sweet thing." She laughed, wild and throaty, leaning down to capture my lips in a devouring kiss. Her tongue fucked my mouth in time with her cock, tasting of ozone and sin. "That's right. Call me Mommy while I ruin this perfect ass-pussy. Gonna pump you so full of royal seed you'll be leaking for a week."
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her pace turned feral. Sweat flew, tits bouncing wildly against my chest. She didn't give me a second to recover. She established a rhythm that was less like sex and more like a pile-driver. In. Out. Slam.
Each thrust buried her deeper, hitting my internal walls with such force that I could feel the impact vibrating in my very teeth. My stomach—the soft, pale belly of the femboy she'd crafted—surged and rippled with every plunge. I could see the shape of her head pressing against my abdominal wall from the inside, a terrifying, beautiful protrusion that marked me as hers.
A temporary womb, she'd called it. Now it was a sheath for her violent affection.
"Bea... I'm... gonna..." My warning was a gasp, but she knew. Her hand wrapped around my throat again, thumb stroking my Adam's apple—now softer, more delicate in this form.
"Cumming? Bullshit," she let out a sadistic giggle. "You're cumming without me even touching that cute little clit-dick. Look at it, dripping like a broken faucet. You love this."
She was right. Damn her, she was right. My body was betraying me completely, submitting to this brutal, exquisite violation. My legs wrapped tighter around her waist, my heels digging into her pumping ass, pulling her in. I was a willing participant in my own debasement.
"Fuck... look at that." Her eyes went wide as she watched me, transfixed by the sight. She paused for a moment and leaned her face inches away from mine. "You were made to be bred, weren't you?"
"I... I..." I couldn't form words. I could only nod. She literally had pink hearts swimming in her pupils.
"Don't worry, Aza. Before this week ends, you'll learn to love your new role."