Alex pants as he looks about, ears perked up and twisting back and forth in search of any sound. "Ok, I think we're in the clea-woe!" You interrupt him by pushing him down to the ground and jumping on top of him. His lust may have been short circuited by the kick to the balls, but yours has only been growing and at this point you are pretty much a hopelessly horny slut with only one thing on her mind. You can resist no longer.
"No talk." You say. "Fuck me, NOW!" He is of no mind to object, and blood begins rapidly to rush to his member as your clawed hands desperately tear your shirt off. Soon your rather large new tits bounce free, cool evening air hitting your perky nipples as they protrude gloriously for any lewd onlookers to see. He stares with literal woflish lust, and soon his hands have grasped both of your breasts possessively. You girlishly moan in delight. You'd actually felt a tad dominant in the aggression of your lust, but now submissively melt beneath his touch. It was so good. It was just too good, being submissive, being girly. It sent thrills of pleasure through every inch of your body and then deep into your soul to surrender to him. You knew now how that cat-girl in the gym had felt as she was fucked with everyone else watching. Traces of your male pride would show up here and there to object to this, to say this was utterly unmanly in every way and absolutely must not be done, and then you would surrender those pieces of pride and be rewarded with bliss beyond your wildest dreams as your lover teased your proud new breasts more and more. He knew what he was doing too. He knew he was teasing the manhood right out of you, making you a woman, and with a predatory lust he watched, using every bit of knowledge he had as a former female to hit all of your weak points, preparing you for the moment when he would take you fully and his conquest would be complete.
You felt his once again massive member below you now, poking you again, though it was so large you might have been said to have been straddling it. A piece of your former manhood reared it's head at that, saying no way should you be straddling a man's cock. Defying that voice you pressed into it, and as it rubbed along your feminine folds you girlishly cooed for him. You didn't need that ego, didn't need to be big and tough and strong. He could do that for you. He'd care for you. He was the man here...and you were the woman. You knew some of these thoughts might be a bit inaccurate in their sexism of course; women could be tough and strong, but dammit all they were doing wonders to turn you on. You weren't as strong, but you were beautiful. That was clear from the way he looked at you.
You were his now, and you both knew it. It was just a matter of how long he chose to draw his victory out. Apparently that wasn't long, as with a growl he lifted you off of him. His movements were powerful, forceful, commanding, yet gentle, and they would have soaked your underwear if they weren't already soaked. You found yourself regretting you didn't have on a sexy pair of panties for him to remove, but oh well. Soon he'd set you down on all fours; a position both of your instincts had compelled you towards, and impatiently his razor sharp claws tore off your lower clothing. Now the cool air was on your pussy too, and you felt absolutely deliciously exposed to the world. For a brief moment a remnant of your masculinity felt horribly embarrassed to have your pussy on display like that, but then the now far more dominant girl in you felt only the thrill of it, and as you looked back towards your mate with a smile you wiggled your ass and pussy in display for him as you lift your cute kitty tail.
He licked his lips at the glistening sight, and in one motion ripped off his own clothing, allowing his cock to bob free. It was every bit as huge as you'd imagined: at least a full foot long. It was a mighty, beautiful rod, the scepter of his loving dominion over you. "Oh my GOD you're huge!" You find yourself proclaiming. You wondered if you could accommodate that python, but you were certainly eager to try.
"Yeah?" he says with a cocky smirk on his face, apparently getting caught up in his new manhood as much as you were your womanhood. "How huge?"
Devilishly you smile, and offer him what you hope is a very sexy surrender and submission. "Twice as big as mine ever was, babe."
He laughs at that. "I think your tits are twice the size mine were, though." He says, shaking his head. Apparently he'd already acquired enough male ego to be surprised you could make such an admission, and wanted to give you something back. He did clearly appreciate your admission though. You were a bit surprised at your own words to be honest, and wondered what kind of a slut you were becoming...hopefully just a temporary effect of the gas.
He was, however, out of patience, and wanted to make the sexy pussycat and her sweet pussy his immediately. He puts his hands on your hips, and soon you feel the head of his cock gently pressing into your feminine lips. You gasped. This was really going to happen. You were going to be fucked like a girl. And you knew it would be sweet but it might not be entirely gentle; this wolf that was about to mount you could be too wild and lusty for that. You wonder for a moment if you truly want this, knowing that if you continue beyond this point there will be no going back. If you let him fuck you, part of you will always belong to him, and part of you will always be a girl, even if you find a way to change back. For a moment you falter in trepidation as he begins to push in.
He stops, sensing your hesitation. "Are you ok?" he asks, "Do you...want to stop?". You look back up at him, and it's clear he's struggling with his lust under the influence of whatever they did to you, clear that it takes every ounce of his willpower not to just rape you right here. But still he resists, because he cares for you, would never hurt you. You look into his eyes and you can see the truth of that. What's more, you see the eyes of someone you love, see even your old girlfriend in there in some form, and remember how she was always there for you, always supported you. Now you know *he* will always be there for you too, will always protect and care for you.
You can think of no one better to surrender your manhood too, and so you do, offering it as a gift. "Take me!" You cry out, and so he does. He enters slowly, gently, wanting to make your deflowering as painless as possible, but he's so big it feels like trying to fit a baseball bat in there. You spread yourself as wide as possible to accommodate him.
Soon you feel him hit the edge of your maidenhead. "Ok, this part will hurt, but I'll try to be as gentle as possible." He says. You nod back at him and brace yourself. He pushes forward, tearing his way to his prize, and you try at first not to cry out but decide you don't care about that either and pierce the air with your yelps. It hurt, it hurt for sure, but god was it sexy, being spread open, penetrated, filled with his manhood, conquered and claimed by it, and soon it began to feel good. You felt him destroying the last vestiges of your manhood, fucking them away as if they were as fragile before the power of his cock as your hymen had been, and you loved every moment of it. He began to work up a rhythm now, and with every thrust he was taming you, turning you into a submissive little kitten, his girl, his woman, his sexy little slut, even. It was bliss. You realized you were a fool to think you knew before how that cat-girl in the gym had felt. NOW you knew. Now you knew true womanhood, as your man roughly yet sweetly pummeled your pussy into oblivion. You moaned shamelessly and cried out his name, and you realized you sounded just like she had as she had urged her own horse-boy to plow her. You relished also the thrill of your tits pendulously bouncing underneath you, feeling gloriously feminine, and as your lover reached around to grasp one you moaned. He only fucked harder and harder though, and soon you fell forward and your face and tits were pressed down into the grass, though your ass and tail remained raised in the air for him.
He howled in triumph and conquest, and you knew you were reaching your climax as cat yowls escaped your own lips. It was like a great building tide inside of you, and for a moment you panicked, thinking it was more than you could handle, you found yourself clawing at the ground in an unthinking effort to get away from him, but he would not have his conquest thwarted now, and he held you in place as he rutted you all the harder, trying to force you to orgasm, to have the biggest orgasm ever it seemed. You knew as it came upon you that when it hit the man inside of you would die for good, and you would truly be a woman. You were helpless to stop him, and your eyes widened in apparent fear, but you didn't REALLY want to stop him, it was just so overwhelming that you weren't in control of yourself, and of course he knew this, and so mercilessly he assaulted your pussy with his cock, willing it to cum for him, willing it to complete your transformation into his woman.
Faster and faster he pounded, higher and higher into arousal you climbed, and then it was upon you. Knowingly, he suddenly lifted you up into the air, and holding you aloft with his great strength, though not disrupting your union. He leaned in and whispered in your ear: "My woman." and pulled you down into him for the finishing thrust. It was a statement of fact, simple and undeniable but also loving, and your pussy voiced its total agreement, convulsing around his cock as the tide hit like a crashing ocean. You were reduced to a senseless mess of femininity as you jerked and spasmed upon his great length, a flurry of sweet high-pitched moans and gasps pouring forth from your lips as the only thing your pleasure drowned mind could grasp at the moment. Then you felt him convulse as well as a great groan came forth from the depths of his chest, and you felt him fill you with his seed. You could fill it deep inside of your womb, and in your senseless high you actually hoped for pregnancy, hoped to bear his young, even if that hope would not likely last once you came down.
You both fell back into the grass, his body cushioning your fall as he caught you in his arms, and lay panting in exhaustion and bliss. You looked downwards at the sight of his softening but still massive member inside of you, cum dripping out of you around it. It was such a lewd site, and you were struck that every dirty thought you'd ever had about women was now reflected back upon you as you lie a helplessly defeated slut. But it was also a beautiful sight. You knew that your lover's mind, new to maleness, was pure of such thoughts, and he'd taken you with nothing but respect. You heard that sound again: you were purring, content in his arms.