This is not how I’d pictured this going at all. Eight months ago I drank a potion to help me live out my secret fantasy... to be a woman. However I didn't want to be just any woman, but another man's fuck toy, compelled to obey every command he gave me. The potion was supposed to last for 24 hours before changing me back to normal... but as I sit here looking up at my master and sucking his dick... my body very female, naked, and pregnant, with my bare pussy dampening the bed sheets below me... I can tell you that things didn't go quite to plan.
The day I swallowed the potion, it worked quickly to change me from a flat chested average guy to a beautiful chick with soft jiggly tits, some wide hips, and of course the cute little pussy between my legs. I took the time to admire my new form for a bit, sitting on my couch and looking at myself in the mirror. I stared between my legs, mesmerized by my lack of manhood… my dick and balls had been there my whole life till that point, but in their place was the fleshy folds that made up my newly blossomed feminine flower. My body had become so soft and small, and my face was pretty… I couldn’t find a trace of masculinity left in me. I was 100% woman now and ready for a man to dominate me. I made myself up the best I could with some clothes I’d purchased in preparation for tonight and hit a local club as the evening arrived. Part 2 of my fantasy was set to start when I found my would-be owner; someone who both desired me and I desired back. After that I would be at the mercy of their commands till they lost interest in me.
That person ended up being David... tall and sexy... rich and charming... definitely the man I wanted. Luckily the feeling was mutual, and it wasn't long before he had seduced me=and we were on the way back to his place. Once there, David didn't disappoint as he immediately took control. He fucked me in every room of his house, and stretched out every orifice he could slide his big dick into. He had me on my knees begging to suck his cock, then pushing me to the ground, my butt in the air so he could pound my poor asshole raw.
My pussy though was probably ravaged the most as he fingered, ate, and screwed my new female muff to multiple wonderful orgasms. My pussy didn't even get a break when he needed to take 5, as he ordered me to finger myself for his amusement as he recharged. His sexual appetite seemed almost insatiable, and by the end of the night his libido left my female body sweaty and spent, with cum filling my belly and leaking from both my lower holes. At this point he mercifully decided to end our sex marathon, and too tired to move, I found myself passing out.
I awoke the following morning lying next to David in his bed, slowly remembering I was currently a woman and all the things we’d done the night before. My body was sore from his roughness and the anal left my butthole aching so much that I was sure I’d be hurting even after transforming back, but still I smiled as I enjoyed every bit of it. I then did my best to quietly scoot off the bed and get dressed without waking him, preparing for my first walk of shame. I’d managed to place back on my panties and skirt, and started fiddling with my bra when I heard a voice commandingly say 'stop'. I found myself frozen, unable to move as David (now awake) moved into my line of sight. He ordered me to remove what little I had gotten on and my body, as if on auto pilot, listened and stripped me back down into the nude.
He then ordered me back on the bed, spreading my legs wide to expose my vulnerable pussy as he positioned himself to penetrate my sensitive twat once more. I soon found myself wet, horny, and begging for him to pound me harder... kicking off another day of getting my brains fucked out. I was enjoying my extended time as his sexual slave, but I was starting to feel trapped as well. It seemed my only escape from David would be for the potion to wear off. As the hours passed and David’s interest in me remained strong, I found myself wondering when I would change back… when I’d have my dick back between my legs and David would no longer have power over me, but that moment never came. As day once again became night, I found myself still a member of the fairer sex and alas the only dick between my legs was David’s.
Days passed, followed by weeks... but every morning I still awoke a woman. I couldn’t escape my female form either, since on our second day together David ordered that I never wear clothing without his permission, and so I couldn’t. I woke up every day naked, my soft feminine body still fully on display… constantly reminding me of my lost manhood, and the tits & pussy I was now stuck with. It also made me feel so vulnerable to be so exposed as a woman. I was now an object for David to ogle anytime he wanted, as if I were a painting he’d purchased. No clothing also meant my lady bits were always exposed, granting him full access to them anytime he wanted. I could be preparing a meal, or simply walking across the room, then suddenly I find myself bent over with my snatch deeply stuffed with his throbbing cock… leaving me grunting and moaning as he railed me from behind.
Additionally, I was (as you may have guessed) living with David now. He’d asked me to abandon my old life and pretend it never existed... to stay with him as his obedient pet and start my life anew as his woman. Since I still couldn’t deny him, I found myself quickly agreeing to his request… now magically unable to leave him or acknowledge who I once was. I began to wonder how much of my old life would be left if I did change back… though the reason why I hadn’t changed back soon became clear. Around 6 weeks into womanhood is when I started experiencing morning sickness, and David had me take a pregnancy test, which confirmed I was carrying his child. You see, I was told the potion I drank would prevent death or serious harm to any living thing. I hadn’t thought much of it at the time as my male brain didn't consider a living thing could be conceived if I was getting my pussy creampied non-stop... but here I am: dickless, female, and a mommy-to-be. I was forced to watch over the last few months as my bared tits swelled with milk and occasionally leaked over my naked body, while my belly grew heavier with a child I would eventually need to push out of a tight little slit I was never meant to have… all constantly reminding me of the consequences of my actions.
I’m stuck, now little more than a preggo sex toy… not permitted to wear clothes… unable to go back to my old life or mention that I was once a man… currently in my 3rd trimester of pregnancy, while still being fucked everday by my master. Funnily enough though, he loves that I’m pregnant… telling me everyday that my growing belly and chest just make me sexier. As I gaze up at him, his cock in my mouth, I can see in his eyes that he means it. After all this time he still desires me, is turned on by me, maybe even… loves me? When I was a man, no one desired me like this… but as a woman, I am his prized possession… his favorite toy… his cherished work of art… it was a bit degrading the way I was treated and scary to never be in control, but David was never intentionally cruel and took care of my needs. He even talked about how he’s excited to be a father, and planned on knocking me up again so we can start a big family.
To be honest, I don’t know what will happen next. Will I finally go back to being a man after giving birth, or is it too late? Sometimes I hope it is… that the potion has given up and decided that being an obedient sexy woman was best for me. Then I could continue sucking his cock while staring up at him and seeing the approval on his face of a job well done, or to have him plow my pussy from behind as he works to have me extend our family. Things didn’t go as I had planned… I’d been too afraid to live this fantasy longer than a day… but eight months in, I love what I am now. I’m a woman… I’m David’s woman… his sexy little fuck pet and mother of his future child… and I hope I get to stay that way for the rest of my life.