Kyle considered the writhing girl on his dick. Even as a human, he'd been turned on by the idea of grotesque transformations, but now that he had the power to inflict them, his excitement could barely be held in check. He cupped Amanda's breasts with powerful clawed hands and gave a mighty thrust, eliciting a shriek of joy from the cheerleader as the first load of his vile seed poured into her.
"Do you know who I am, Amanda?" He had probably been beneath her notice all these years. He lifted her up briefly, though not fully off his cock, to turn her around and look into her eyes.
"K Kyle?" she barely managed.
"No," he said, thrusting again. "Your Master."
"Nnnnnooo. Ffffuck yooouhhhhh oooohhh,"
Kyle stood up and then drove her to the floor for better leverage, lifting her legs into a wheelbarrow position. He ripped off Amanda's shoes and socks and sniiffed her soles deeply.