Chapter 2: Building Tension
As Missy walked along the streets of New York City, her newfound body seemed to emit an irresistible aura, drawing in men like moths to a flame. The heat inside her pussy grew with each passing moment, spreading to every fiber of her being until she felt like she was on fire with lust. Her nipples hardened almost painfully against the fabric of her shirt, giving away her arousal to anyone who looked closely.
She wanted to scream in frustration. She could feel her new curves, feel how her new breasts jiggled with each step. How her ass jiggled as her wide hips swayed back and forth.
Each and every step was slowed down by the tension coursing through her body, a bubbling heat that coiled and swirled in a thick mass of primal lust just waiting for release.
She could feel it building inside her for the thousandth time since her transformation, her newly formed pussy aching with the need to be filled, to be overwhelmed with the sensation of a potent alpha male's seed.
Her attention was consumed by the sight of the many men that passed her by, and with each one, she allowed her mind to drift to fantasies of what could be.
How they would dominate her. How they would use her. How she would submit to their will, eager to feel their thick cocks filling her.
After what felt like hours of walking, Missy stumbled upon a small park bench hidden amongst the rows of trees. The soft pillows of her rounded ass settled onto the cold metal, and she closed her eyes, allowing the damp air to chill her heated skin.
Her hand inched towards the dampness between her legs, and she herself couldn't believe what she felt.
It was wet, it was swollen, and it throbbed rhythmically with the beat of her wild heart.
A wicked smile spread across her lips as she traced her damp folds. God, did she miss that feeling. Familiar yet so utterly strange. A shiver ran down her spine as she closed her eyes, reminiscing the intoxicating sensation of a man invading her, filling her to the brim with his warmth until she had nothing left to do but fall helpless into pure, utter bliss.
"No, I must not think this I need to get home and change back... " Missy whimpered softly to herself.
Each step back home felt like walking through an oven, the aching need in her pussy and breasts growing more intense with every passing second. It didn't take long before Missy's hips began to sway involuntarily, a hypnotic dance in time with her flustered heartbeat.
The moment she crossed paths with another man, something inside her just...snapped. Missy reached out and grabbed the stranger by his shirt, pulling him into a nearby alley and slamming him up against the cold brick wall.
His surprised expression quickly morphed into one of lust as she shoved her hand down his pants, gripping his throbbing cock with a hunger she couldn't contain.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little slut?" He growled, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair and yanking her head back. Missy let out a gasp of pleasure, relishing in the pain and roughness of it all.
"I need it," she panted, grinding her hips against him.
"I need your cock, please..."
The man's eyes widened as she spoke, and then he grinned wolfishly. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growled. "Always needing cock, always ready to spread your legs."
She nodded eagerly, still gyrating her hips against his rock-hard erection. "Yes, yes, I am... please, just fuck me already."
Without another word, the man shoved his pants down and grabbed her roughly by the hips.
Missy yelped as she was lifted off her feet and pinned up against the cold brick wall.
"Fuck, you're already soaked," he growled, sliding his fingers through her slick folds. "You really are a filthy little slut, aren't you? Always ready and willing to take cock."
She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider and moaning as he rubbed her clit in slow circles. The pressure was building inside her, a deep throbbing ache that only grew more intense with every passing second.
She needed to be filled, needed to feel the stretch and burn of a thick, hard cock inside her, needing to have this aching void inside of her filled. She squeezed her thighs together, her breath hitching in her chest as she tried to stifle her moan. The man smirked, his fingers still working their magic.
"You really want it, don't you?" he sneered, his voice low and full of lust. "You want me to fuck you right here, right now.
Like the dirty little slut you are," he grunted, grinding his hardness against her swollen pussy.
"Do it!" She demanded, squirming and rubbing herself against him with reckless abandon. "I need your cock inside me, now!"
He didn't hesitate, tearing her skirt down around her hips and shoving two thick fingers into her tight, wet hole. Missy screamed, a full-body shiver racing through her as his fingers hit the perfect spot deep within her. The sensation was so intense that she nearly came on the spot. But she wanted more.
She needed the sweet release that only a rock-hard cock could bring. Without warning, she bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to growl in surprise and pleasure. But it was Missy who laughed wickedly as she began to slide her wet, slick folds against his throbbing shaft.
She stared deeply into his eyes as she rubbed herself up and down his length, loving the desperate look on his face as he tried to resist the urge to thrust up into her.
"Fuuuck, you're so fucking tight and wet," he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're gonna make me cum like this, you little slut."
Missy smirked wickedly at him and increased her movements, loving the fact that she was driving him to the brink of ecstasy just by rubbing her cunt over his cock.
"Why don't you just give in and fuck me like the horny little slut I am?" She purred, swaying her hips seductively.
The man grunted, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He wrapped his arms around her thick waist and picked her up, slamming her back into the brick wall as he thrust his cock deep inside of her.
Missy screamed, feeling the burning stretch of his girth as it filled every inch of her. It was overwhelming. She felt tears spring to the corners of her eyes, but she bit them back, refusing to let them fall.
His thrusts were powerful, forceful, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the alleyway, mingling with their moans and grunts.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "I can feel your tight little cunt gripping me so fucking good.
Cum for me you dirty little slut," he demanded, his fingers digging deeper into her soft flesh as he felt her body tighten around him. He could sense that she was close, so close to cumming. But Missy had other plans. She bit down on his shoulder, hard, eliciting a growl of pain mixed with pleasure from the man. She grinned wickedly as she felt him thrust harder and faster into her, his hips slamming violently against hers as they fucked like animals in the middle of the alleyway.
"Yes, just like that, give it to me," Missy mewled, her legs tightening around him like a vice.
She wanted to feel him unravel inside of her, to fill her with his hot, sticky load of semen. She loved the way it felt, thick and viscous, the warmth spreading deep inside of her with each powerful thrust. She reached down between them, feeling the slick wetness of her cunt as she began to rub her clit vigorously.
As he groaned in pleasure above her, the man thrust harder and harder into her, his thick, throbbing cock filling every inch of her greedy pussy.
Riding the wave of pleasure that washed over his every nerve, the man held nothing back, grunting with the effort as he surrendered to the primal urges that stirred deep within him.
Missy reveled in the raw animal nature of their sexual encounter, as the heat and sweat from their bodies combined to create a small cloud of steam around them.
Her head tilted back wildly, letting out a series of wild moans and cries, feeling her body reaching the height of ecstasy as the man's pulsing cock filled her completely. Her tight walls clenched around his every movement, all while her swollen clit ached against his pelvis.
"Oh god, fuck, don't stop, don't ever stop!" Missy screamed, reaching out to grip his shoulders, as she ground herself into him with an intensity that matched his own.
She could feel him twitching inside of her, getting ready to cum. And Missy wanted it. No, she needed it.
The man grunted, his hands tightening on her hips as he felt the first wave of his orgasm crash over him. He held back a second before releasing his load deep inside of her, filling her to the brim with his cum. The feeling was indescribable, a wave of pure pleasure washed over Missy's entire being, setting every nerve alight.
The thick pulsing shaft of the stranger's cock buried balls-deep within her, the liquid heat of his come filling her up, bringing her to a shuddering climax that left her trembling and spent.
She clung desperately to the man, her limbs weak from the intensity of the orgasm, gasping for breath as he collapsed onto her, their sweaty bodies intertwined.
As they caught their breaths, Missy couldn't help but feel the distinctive burn of cum trickling down her inner thigh onto the damp fabric of her underwear. It was a feeling she had grown to crave, and she smiled carnally up at the man who had just ripped apart her body with his thick, throbbing cock.
He gruffly disengaged himself from her embrace and pulled up his pants, clumsily zipping them back into place.
He shot her a look over his shoulder as he walked away, a mixture of lust and disgust etched across his hardened features.
Missy arranged her clothing, pulling her panties up and buttoning her shirt, ashamed of not being able to resist the urges.
She needed to get home before she does this again!
I'm becoming an absolute whore for cock, Missy thought to herself, brushing a sweaty strand of blond hair off her brow. It was impossible to ignore the primal urges that coursed through her veins, making her crave the sensation of warm, thick, throbbing cock deep inside her. Missy felt a frustration bubbling up as she continued to walk, ignoring the pleading demands of her aching pussy.
She had a small goal in mind, to make it back home.
Though the moment she stepped back into Central Park, the situation only got worse. A cool breeze swept across her body, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Missy's steps faltered as the breeze seemed to ignite her senses, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.
With a sinking feeling, she knew that she was in trouble.
The moment the cool wind caressed her newly-sensitized skin, it was as though a fuse had been lit inside of her. The throbbing ache in her pussy increased tenfold, the hunger gnawing away at her insides urging her to find another release.
Just as she was considering whether to head home or continue searching for a release elsewhere, she heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. She turned her head to look and caught a glimpse of a muscular, well-built figure emerging from the shadows.
Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes locked with his, a powerful, dominating gaze that made her feel instantly submissive. She hesitated for a moment before spreading her legs wide and stepping closer to him, allowing him to catch a perfect view of the newly formed cleft in her rounded hips. He grinned wolfishly as he approached, a predator stalking his prey with ruthless intent.
"You're a beautiful sight," he growled, scrutinizing her with a ravenous look in his eyes.
Missy whimpered softly, her breath hitching in her throat as she realized what was about to happen. This man, this stranger who had just emerged from the shadows, was going to take her right there in the park, with no regard for who might see or hear them.
She didn't care. All she could think about was the burning ache between her legs, the need for a hard, thick cock to fill her and ease the fire that consumed her. And if this stranger was the one to do it, then so be it.
With a hungry growl, he lunged at her, pinning her against the cool bark of the tree as they both groaned in pleasure. His heart was pounding with a primal rage, his breath hot and harsh against her neck as his hands roamed over her curves, tracing the contours of her large, juicy behind, the curve of her rounded hips, the softness of her ample breasts.
She deserved nothing less than to be dominated, to be claimed by a man who could satisfy the insatiable desire that coursed through her veins.
She didn't even have time to give her consent before he yanked her panties down to her ankles and plunged his cock deep inside of her, causing Missy to scream in pleasure.
The feeling of his cock sliding inside of her was overwhelming, her body still sensitive from the earlier encounter. She could feel every inch of him, the veins along his shaft rubbing against the walls of her needy cunt, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Her hands reached up, gripping the bark of the tree for support as she felt him begin to thrust in and out of her, each stroke filling her with a new surge of pleasure.
"Oh god, just like that, don't stop," Missy moaned, her voice hoarse from the earlier encounter.
The man grunted in response, his hips slamming into hers with a primal force. His hands roamed over her curves, squeezing and groping at her flesh as though he owned her. And in that moment, she belonged to him.
The man's intense thrusting grew more frantic as he took her, pushing her up against the tree, his hips slamming against her. Their bodies glistened with sweat, a testament to the raw passion that flowed between them.
He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to him. His teeth grazed her skin softly, gently, before he bit down, marking her as his.
"Mine," he growled, before sliding his tongue along the wound he'd made.
A shudder ran down Missy's spine at the feel of his hot breath fanning against her neck, tickling her as he whispered indecent promises in her ear. His other hand slid down her body, settling on her hip before squeezing it tightly.
Missy couldn't control the moan that slipped past her lips at the feeling of his hand on her, the sensation of his fingers digging into her flesh. It seemed to only incense him more, his thrusting growing harder, faster, as he claimed her body with wild abandon.
He dove his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her agitated cries, as he drove her toward the precipice. The air was thick with sweat and lust, the sounds of their primitive grunts and thick gasps echoing throughout the quiet park.
Missy, lost in the agony and ecstasy of the moment, felt her submissiveness take over, allowing him to USE her as SHE should be USED. Nothing more than a cumslut, a fucktoy for real men to fill with SPERM!
Squealing and moaning, her pussy clenching his cock tight with each thrust, all she could do was beg for more!
She wanted to be used in every way possible, to be filled with his thick, throbbing cock again and again until there was no more sperm left inside of him to fuck her with! She craved the feeling of him breeding her, making her his filthy little whore!
"Please, please, fuck me like a dirty whore!" Missy screamed out wildly, loving the feeling of his hands gripping her hips as he took her from behind.
She begged, her voice muffled, as his thrusts grew more rough and demanding.
Missy couldn't control the sounds of her pleasure as she was filled with him in every single way possible. How she loved it! How she craved it! The feeling of the man's cock hitting her g-spot deep inside of her made her entire body tremble with waves of pleasure. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and heavy against her skin, as he grunted in rhythm with each drive of his hips.
With each thrust, he filled her to the brim, sending rippling waves of pleasure through her body like a shockwave. It was as if she had finally found something she had been missing her entire life, a hunger that could only be sated by the primal, carnal coupling with a dominant Alpha male.
He wasn't gentle, and she couldn't have wanted it more. Every bit of her being was consumed by her desire for him, the ache between her thighs nothing short of agonizing.
Her cunt ached for his cock, her hips moving on their own accord, fucking back against him with reckless abandon.
"Please, please, harder!" She cried out, a keening whine to her voice.
She wanted him to hurt her, to leave her bruised and battered. With each vicious thrust he gave into her sweet, tight hole, every ounce of rational thought flew out the window.
She squeezed her legs together around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust, urging him to claim her as his own.
He grunted, balls slapping furiously against her clit. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips, pinching and kneading at her fleshy curves as he drove into her.
With a guttural roar, he slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside of her womb. Hot, thick streams of cum filled her up, a welcome warmth that spread throughout her core as she moaned in blissful satisfaction.
Her body, already sensitive from the countless orgasms, tensed around him, the walls of her pussy clenching and releasing as she rode out her high.
His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back further as he growled against her sweat-slicked skin.
"Take it, take every last fucking drop of my load." His voice, harsh and demanding, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her.
"On your knees, whore. Now."
Missy didn't hesitate, dropping to her knees and looking up at him with wide eyes. The man loomed above her, a giant of muscle and strength. His cock jutted out, stiff and throbbing, begging for release. Missy, kneeling before an alpha male. Missy the weak, soft, cum hungry whore, the former man, now desperate cumslut.
"Open your mouth," he growled, gripping her by the hair and pulling her forward.
Missy obeyed, her lips parting to take him in.
She could taste herself, the musky sweetness of her own arousal and the salty tang of cum, mingling on his cock. The man groaned as she began to lick and suck, cleaning every last drop of his essence from his throbbing shaft.
"That's right, whore," he murmured, his grip in her hair tightening as he fed her every inch. "Clean every last fucking drop. You know you love it."
Missy couldn't argue with that, her mind clouded with a haze of pleasure and submission.
She eagerly sucked and licked at his cock, cleaning him up as he watched her with a mix of possessiveness and lust. The taste of his cum lingered on her tongue, and she found herself craving more of it.
Once he was satisfied, the man pulled out of her mouth with a pop and tucked himself back into his pants. Missy, still on her knees, looked up at him with a pleading gaze.
"Please, more," she begged, her voice husky and raw. "I need more."
The man chuckled deeply, running his fingers through her hair.
"I can see I found you at the right time." He leaned in and whispered into her ear, a sultry voice that sent shivers down Missy's spine. "Do you want it, Missy? Do you want me to take care of your needs? I know just the place... " the man grinned.
Missy saw the leash and collar come out of his pocket, and he put it on her with a lock. He looked around the dark park, making sure no one else was around, and started walking to the parking lot.
To a van.
Missy whimpered, "I don't think...."
"Shut the fuck up whore, you don't get a say in any of this anymore..." he laughed at her as she looked up at him.
"You don't have a say in anything anymore, whore. You're mine to use and play with as I please."
With that, he opened the van door and pushed her inside, where she landed on a dirty, stained mattress. She heard the van door slam shut behind her, and the engine roar to life. The van jolted into motion, sending Missy tumbling onto the mattress.
Her heart was racing as she looked around the van. It was dark, but she could make out metal hooks and chains attached to the walls and ceiling.
"No please sir, please... it's not what you think... I don't understand what's happening, I used to be a man!!! I need to change back, I have family, friends, a job! I'm not like this really I'm not!" Missy yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks as the van sped through the dark, unknown city streets.
"Shut up, whore. You love it. You wanted this. You need it." The man snarled back, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as the van hit a pothole.
Missy whimpered in surprise and fear, looking around frantically for a way out. But it was too late. She was trapped.
The van came to a stop in front of an old, dilapidated warehouse.
The man led Missy out by the leash, her tears still streaming down her cheeks. He yanked her roughly towards the entrance, opening the heavy metal door with a loud creak. Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the worn concrete floor. The smell of oil and grease filled the air.
Missy feared for her life, but also felt an odd sense of excitement building within her. Desperate to be taken care of, to be used and denied, this strange new world of domination was calling to her.
The man dragged her into the warehouse, pulling her towards a makeshift room. She could hear the grunting and moaning of other men, other women, all eagerly submitting to their dominant males.
Inside the room, there were large cages lining the walls. The man pushed her into one, locking it tight with a loud click. She could see other women, some crying, others looking as if drugged, looking at her from their own cages.
The man gripped her chin, looking her deep in the eyes. "I know someone who is going to take care of you, little one. He's been looking for someone like you, an eager little slut, so submissive. You will never go hungry or thirsty again, and you will never be without a man to see to your every desire."
Missy shivered at his words, unsure of whether to be relieved or afraid. She had never been one to submit to anyone before, let alone a stranger in a seedy warehouse in the middle of nowhere. But as she looked up at her captor, she could see the fierce determination in his eyes. He would not be swayed from his path, and Missy knew that she was now nothing more than property.