Chapter 2: Building Tension
As I stand in front of the full-length mirror in the living room, I can't believe what I'm seeing. The reflection staring back at me is a fucking MILF. I mean, not that there's anything wrong with that – I guess – but for fuck's sake, I used to be a goddamn white bodybuilder.
I had muscles for days, a jawline that could cut glass, and a dick that could – well, never mind that.
My tits are huge, spilling out of this ridiculous floral dress that Jake must have conjured up with his magic remote control. I can see why he chose this form for me – I look exactly like the kind of woman that would make a teenage boy's dick rock hard.
But still. This is insane. I'm a man, for fuck's sake. I have a Y chromosome, and I like pussy, not cock.
I have always identified as a man, and I don't want to be a woman.
But while I'm freaking out, Jake just smiles and presses a button on his remote control. Suddenly, I feel a strange sensation in my head, like my thoughts are being pulled away from me.
"Listen to me, father," Jake says, and his voice sounds deeper, more commanding than before. "When I snap my fingers, you'll find it normal that you're a woman. You won't question how it happened, and you'll believe it with every fiber of your being. You'll also believe that as a woman, you have to obey my every command, because I am a man."
I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get the words out, Jake snaps his fingers.
Suddenly, everything makes sense. Of course I'm a woman.
It's perfectly normal that I'm Jake's father, and that I'm now a Latina MILF. It's natural that I would obey Jake because he's a man, and I'm a woman now. I don't remember how this transformation happened, but it doesn't matter.
I look at myself in the mirror again, and I can't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. My new body is so different from my old one, softer, curvier, and more feminine. I reach up and touch my breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. I feel my nipples harden under my fingers, and I let out a little gasp.
I look over at Jake, who's watching me with a smirk on his face. He can tell that I'm turned on, and he seems to be enjoying it.
I can see his cock bulging in his pants, and I feel a sudden urge to touch myself.
"Get on your knees, father," Jake says, snapping his fingers.
I do as he says, sinking to my knees in front of him. I reach out and pull his pants down, revealing his cock. It's long and hard, and I can't help but stare at it.
"Sniff it, father," Jake commands, and I lean in and take a deep breath.
The smell of his cock is intoxicating, and I feel my body reacting to it. My pussy is wet, and I can feel my clit throbbing with need.
"Suck it, father," Jake says, and I open my mouth and take him in.
He moans as I start to suck, and I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth.
I reach down and start to stroke his balls, feeling their heaviness and firmness. It's so different from anything I've ever experienced before, and I can't help but be fascinated by it.
"How does it feel, father?" Jake asks, and I look up at him, my eyes wide.
"It's so strange," I admit. "The texture, the heaviness of your balls. It's all so different."
"But you like it, don't you?" Jake says, and I nod.
"Yes," I whisper. "I do."
Being submissive to Jake is awakening something deep within me, something I never knew existed. I feel an overwhelming urge to submit to him, to do whatever he wants me to do. And I can feel my body responding in ways I never thought possible.
My pussy is soaking wet, and I can feel my clit throbbing with every stroke of Jake's cock.
"Beg me to impregnate you, father," Jake says, and I feel a shudder run down my spine.
"Please, Jake," I beg. "Please, fuck me and make me pregnant. I want to carry your child inside of me. I want to feel your baby growing inside of me."
Jake grins and starts to fuck me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust.
"This feels right, Jake," I say, my voice trembling with pleasure. "Being a woman, submitting to you, being your wife and the mother of your child. It's everything I never knew I wanted."
Jake groans and starts to fuck me even harder, his balls slapping against my clit.
I can feel the orgasm building inside of me, my muscles tensing and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Come for me, father," Jake says, and I can hear the strain in his voice.
He's close, too, and I want to make him cum as much as I want to cum myself. I reach down and start to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, feeling the orgasm building and building inside of me.
And then, suddenly, it crashes over me like a wave, and I'm cumming, hard.
Jake grunts and thrusts a few more times before he cums too, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. I can feel it spilling out of me as he pulls out, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and completion. I have never felt so alive, so desired, so loved.
"Good girl," Jake says, stroking my hair as I lay there, panting and sweating. "You're such a good girl for me."
I bask in the feeling of his words, his praise, his approval.