But apparently your sobs reached your attacker. Shaking his head he returned to his senses. "No! No, I can't! I won't do this to you, or anyone." Defiance shone in his eyes, and your own eyes filled with tears of gratitude, but then a voice came from behind him: "Then get out of the way, bitch." Another boy, dog-like in traits, pushed him aside and he fell to the ground. He stood and moved to fight, but magical tendrils grabbed him and held him back. The dog-boy smirked, and gave a nod to the principal. "Thanks for the assist, bro."
The principle smiled. "Oh, one who appreciates my gift?"
"For sure!" said the dog-boy. "Starting with my own father, males have always been shit to me. This is the greatest thing that could ever have happened. I can't wait to see my dad turned into a helpless slut. I'm gonna start with this bitch though."
"How can you do this?" you cry out. "What did I ever do to you?"
He laughed. "So, so many things. You ARE Jessie Williams, aren't you? It's a little hard to tell now that you're female, but you look like him"
Then recognition lights your own eyes, and you realize you're looking at your ex. "Jane?" you ask.
He chuckles. "It's Jason now, Jessica." You realize there's nothing that will save you now. Jane had been, well, unsettling. You realized now that it was probably due to an abusive father, but when you were with her you hadn't understood that and had only understood that there was something wrong with her, that she was potentially dangerous and you needed to get away from her, so you'd cut things off. Now she, or he, leered down at you with lust. He'd long since shed all feminine clothing and his cock loomed over you.
You begged and struggled, but it was useless. Then you felt his cock enter you. Your eyes widened in despair, but more in pleasure, for it felt even better than the tendrils, this masculine presence inside of you. You wanted to fight, but your pussy tightened around him with satisfaction. "Yeeeeees that's it!" He cried out. "I feel it! I feel the power! I'm going to take it all!" He buried himself to the hilt. Small as his dick was, that didn't leave him very deep inside of you, but then you felt an energy begin to flow from you to him. You felt the boy inside of you cry out in terror as his essense began to be sucked away. As he absorbed it, Jason's dick began to grow, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, which in turn allowed him to drain more of your male essense. He started thrusting, in and out, in and out, and with each thrust he went deeper and deeper inside of you. He was growing taller, stronger, bulging with muscle, and he groaned in satisfaction as you whimpered in defeat...and in pleasure. As your masculinity was sucked away, you eventually could do nothing but give in to the powerful male inside of you. He was looking deep into your eyes, watching your soul change, watching the defiance drained out as submission took over, and as you looked back into those eyes you watched them become powerful, confident, wild, and you found yourself entranced. You were overwhelmed by his presence, like an energy that flowed over and around and through you and grew stronger every second as you grew weaker, and then you were conquered by it.
It took only a moment for the shift to happen, for you to go from fighting him to surrender, but the moment struck like lightning and your whimpers shifted instantly from pitiable to purely pleasured, and then you were moaning like a shameless slut as he pounded your sopping wet pussy. The tendrils let go of your arms and legs and you wrapped them around your man, pulling him into you, urging him to complete you as a woman. Some tiny remnant of boyhood still cried out in protest in the back of your mind, but you pushed it back, kissing him deeply. All that mattered to you now was the absolute pleasure and bliss of being conquered by your new man.
Then you realized you could do better than push that maleness back, you could give it to him. You focused and moved your male energy down to your pussy, where he was penetrating almost to your cervix now. As his cock first kissed your cervix your whole body trembled, and you gleefully poured your manhood out through your vagina and into his cock. The willful surrender gave him a particularly large burst of maleness, causing his dick to grow violently, and you felt it clearly thud against your cervix. You swooned, and the world spun around you as you flew through forms of conciousness unknown to you. You felt the tide rising inside of you, and knew you were going to cum, but you were past not only resistance but also past the point of any willful acceptance, just an unthinking maelstrom of pleasure and femininity and surrender, unable to think or do anything for herself, and as the waves of orgasm finally struck and crashed over you, you felt him tense up, and then he was firing himself inside of you, his conquest complete. In a completely instinctual and primal way, free of any concious thought, you welcomed his seed deep into your womb.
Eventually, you came down from your high. You realized that Jessie was totally gone, and you were 100% Jessica. In a daze, you tried to figure things out, but when you looked into Jason's eyes you knew you loved him. You knew this could be dangerous, if he was as unstable as a male as he'd been as a female, but you didn't care. You knew that in the new order he'd have every ability to abuse you, but you didn't care. You'd stick with him and love him and heal him, if you could. You coudn't fathom doing otherwise. You were his, his property, and as you looked deep into his eyes you squeezed yourself around his cock to communicate that to him. "I love you." you said. It was true. You felt nothing but gratitude for the man who had given you this glorious gift of womanhood.
For a second, his face faltered. You realized he'd probably never been given love before, and for a moment your union had touched his heart, but he quickly covered his emotions. "Whatever." he said as he pulled himself out of you. "Just remember your place. That's what matters." As his cock withdrew, you hated to see it go, though the site of his cum flowing out of you was beautiful. You felt empty, incomplete, without manhood inside of you, and there could be no doubt that there was certainly not a trace of manhood in your being, other than when he penetrated you with his own that he had taken from you. "Yes, sir." You say dutifully. He rose to his feet, and you did as well, submissively stepping into place behind him.