Chapter 3. (You can read chapter 2 [here.]( )
“Sit.”
I remember the movement of her juicy lips, the way they parted and closed, curled with slight disgust.
Her arm was outstretched, pointing with a brass colored claw towards the edge of the bed.
The line traced by her pointing finger connected with a spot right in front of a full sized mirror.
Scattered all around the centre of her attention are clothes, specifically *my* clothes: the short black skirt and lacy black top that doomed my previous existence, and caught the attention of my goddess, who saw it fit to mold me from the pathetic boy I was into a blossoming goddess.
But my Mistress is not pointing at the clothes, no she’s not. And she’s not pointing at the mirror either.
In fact she is pointing at the object that will turn her order from simple task into a monumental quest.
Reflected in the mirror, it wobbles gently back and forth.
A large purple dildo, slathered in a thick coating of glistening lube awaits me.
My final challenge.
“Mistress… I’ve never…” I mutter pathetically, looking up at the instrument of my transformation.
My crimson painted lips quiver with anticipation, my eyes watery and pleading.
“You will take many, many cocks from now on, Luna.” She declares, looking down at me with those piercing hazelnut eyes.
Her pointing arm relaxes, and finds my chin, caressing it gently.
Her voice is sultry and mellow, yes, but it is as cold as ice. There is no kindness in these words, there is no love as she looks at me like a piece of meat to devour.
“The mouth is easy, and I’m sure you have more than enough experience with the hands. Your feet will need work, but you have the abs needed to slide them up and down efficiently.”
She stops for a second, admiring the dark red sheen of my toes, fingernails and lips.
All highlighted with the colour of passion, a deliberate choice on her part.
“But what sort of woman would you be, if you were not able to envelop a man with your warm, wet pussy?
It will take some effort before it is wide and warm enough to welcome someone’s throbbing manhood, but by the time I’m done with you I assure you it will be an instrument of pleasure the likes of which have not been felt before.”
Her lips part in a contained, arrogant laugh. Her supple tits jiggle softly, barely contained by the skimpy fabric of her robe.
“Now sit on it, slut. I have spoken long enough.”
I nod, and place myself in front of the mirror, willing to serve my mistress.
I look at my figure, reflected. My pale, naked body shivers slightly, but the throbbing, rock-hard erection that has taken hold of my perfectly shaven member betrays my excitement far too well.
I whimper softly as the ice cold lubricant touches my quivering asshole. The pressure of the rubbery purple tip against me is the thing of dreams, and it floods my mind with countless scenes of violent, intense sex, all of which have me as their protagonist, and a gaggle of muscular studs as the supporting cast.
Immersed in unspeakable fantasies I forget my restraint, and without the strength of my slender legs fighting against it, my violet plastic lover gets the upper hand.
Its wide tip spreads open the pale ring of muscles, and I begin slowly sinking on its girthy, mind-shattering shaft.
My lips part in a silent scream, and my eyes roll back as I start the painfully slow descent towards the heavy balls of the dildo.
I feel violated by it, but the way it stretches me aside makes me quiver with need.
My cock twitches as the tip continues its trip towards my prostate, and I lose all contact with the world around me.
I only barely register the feel of Aunt Lizzy’s cold hands gliding across my body, pressing my soft chest into the shapely breast shape of my top, and sliding the elastic of my miniskirt around the dick-shaped bulge forming in my lower abdomen.
I barely remember the clicking of the straps closing around my ankles, but the smooth transition made it easier to discover my balance.
When I came to, I was bent over with my face against the wall, and my aunt drilling my ass with her favorite dildo.
That was the first time I was fucked in high heels.
But it would not be the last, of course. During that same night I would lose my oral virginity as well, I would give my first footjob, my first handjob, even my first titjob. That night I learned how to talk like a girl, and how to moan like a bitch.
In the following months I would forget the face of Jessica, my girlfriend, as she had nothing to offer me anymore.
Memories of her relationship would be replaced by the meaty smacks of skin against skin, and the wet squelching of cum pooling inside of my high heels.
That day I, Luna, was born.
The End.
NSFW: yes
