by Alyson Belle
“Please, Amy...” he panted out. “You can’t tell anyone...”
“Oh, I won’t,” she promised. “But you’re going to pay for my silence before I release you, little slave. First we’re going to have some fun.” She straightened up from her crouch and returned to her virtscreen. Mike whimpered at the dull ache her finger had left between his legs. His whole body shook with need to have her come back and finish what she’d started.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said. “I’m going to have my fun with you, and if you’re very good and play along very well, I’ll let you go and never tell anyone this happened. Deal?”
Did he really have a choice? He held her eyes and nodded, still quivering.
“Good girl,” she said, smiling faintly. “First things first. You do look cute in your sister’s avatar, but it’s a little too weird for me. Let’s get you into something a little different.” She was tapping and sliding at her virtscreen, but Mike couldn’t tell what she was doing. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet, hands and legs snapping out around him. He hung there spread eagle, breasts heaving, stuck in the position. He saw Amy smirk at him over the top of her virtscreen. He had the strangest sensation of his body changing, but he couldn’t say how or what had changed. It was definitely still a female avatar, whatever she was doing. Then he felt his shift melt into two different pieces, rougher and tighter than before. One of them bound and lifted his breasts while the other clung to his hips and tightened snugly between the cheeks of his ass.
After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked... well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.
“That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.
“How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.
“Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”
He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.
“I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out... Mikala.”
What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun... it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.
Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?
“Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.
“Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”
Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.
“I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.
“Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.
Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.
“Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic... just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.
“More...” she begged.
“What did you say?” asked Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”
“Pleaaase, more... harder...” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.
“My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it... But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”
Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on... She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across
Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.
“Whoa, hey...” she said. “I uh, I’m not sure we need to go there, Amy...”
Amy’s eyes shined. “Second thoughts, little slut? Don’t worry. I promise your pussy can take it. You’ll see. Who told you you could move, anyway?” She gave a little growl and twisted Mikala’s arm, forcing her to straighten out. Her face pushed back against the pillow. Mikala couldn’t see Amy at all now, but she could feel her leaning in, pressing her arm down against the small of her back to force Mikala’s bottom to tilt up. Panic shot through Mikala and she slammed her thighs tight, locking them shut with all the force her little body could muster. Amy was just playing, just threatening her, right? She couldn’t possibly mean to actually fuck her like this...
Mikala felt Amy’s firmly insistent knee push against the back of her locked thighs as the smooth skin of Amy’s new cock rubbed against the outside of Mikala’s leg. “Mmmm... you have such soft, supple legs,” Amy said, her voice straining with what sounded like poorly-concealed lust, now. Her free hand rubbed against Mikala’s tensed ass, stroking it softly as she played with the helpless girl.
“Amy?” Mikala squeaked. “Amy... you’re not really going to...”
Amy cut her off by forcing her thighs apart with a sudden push of her knee, prompting a squeal from Mikala. Her legs shuddered as she tried to squeeze them back together, and she bucked against Amy, but Amy just kept her knee where it was and forced Mikala back down. It was impossible! Amy was twice as strong as Mikala, easily. Now Mikala was really getting worried. She wriggled and squirmed and fought to try and get away, but Amy just laughed and kicked Mikala’s legs further apart with a quick knock of her knee against either thigh. Mikala lost her footing and felt her stomach slide down flat against the mattress. Her panic intensified. Her legs were splayed wide and her pussy felt cool in the open air.
“Amy?” cried Mikala desperately. “Amy, you’re just teaching me a lesson, right? Right? Lesson over? Amy?”
“Oh man,” groaned Amy. “Yeah, I was, but damn... you’re such a hot little slut. And the thing about giving yourself a virtnet cock...” Mikala felt the thick, warm length of it bouncing in the air again, slapping between her legs and against her pussy. “...is that you need to use it as badly as a boy does,” Amy said, dragging the tip of it down across Mikala’s sex, just like she’d done with her finger. Mikala shuddered and moaned as it parted her ever so slightly. It was a rich, achingly delicious feeling, and her body screamed for more even as her mind shuddered in fear. It was so big. She could hardly think about anything else.
“Do you want it, you little slut?” asked Amy, probing gently against Mikala with little jerks of her hips, torturing her mercilessly.
Mikala quivered and shook, tried to fight the rising tide of need that swelled up inside of her, but she couldn’t. She shut her eyes tight and put her face into the pillow. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips back against the teasing cock.
Amy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She pushed in with a hard thrust and a low, husky groan. Mikala cried out into the soft down of the pillow as she felt Amy’s smooth, hard cock slide past her outer lips and slam deep, deep inside of her. It did hurt a little, but she hardly noticed because it was also so thick and firm and wonderful, filling her up and stretching her out and throwing erotic sensations she’d never even known existed into her brain. She felt Amy push deeper and then deeper still. Her eyes watered, and then Amy’s hips smacked into her bottom with a satisfying thump that rocked her whole self forward, and she knew Amy had been right. Her tight little pussy could stretch to take all seven inches.
And then Amy was fucking her like a wild animal. That electrifying thump of solid crotch to ass contact lit a fire under both of them. Amy couldn’t seem to stop pounding into Mikala, pulling out and then pounding in again. Mikala’s whole body sang with the ecstasy of it all, the sweet feelings radiating out from her pussy and washing like warm ocean waves across her tightly held arms, her shaking legs, her tingling breasts, and her rocking hips, before finally bursting forth from her parted lips in a cry of utter delight. Every time Amy slammed into her with her own loud, oddly still feminine moans of pleasure, sensation coursed through Mikala like a riptide and threatened to wash her away.
And then a warmth started growing in her lower belly, like a great beast awakening, that made her grind and shake and wiggle her hips in an ever more and more frantic and desperate attempt to press in on the cock, push back against the thrusts, feel the satisfying friction of skin inside her oh-so-sensitive pussy. Amy had released Mikala’s arms now to get a better hold on her hips, but all Mikala could do, all she wanted to do, was to stretch her arms out as far as they could reach on the bed and luxuriate in getting gloriously, furiously fucked like the little slut she was.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” cried Amy, bucking against her. “God, you’re so into this! Oh, god, I’m going to come...”
At those words, the rumbling beast inside Mikala’s belly reared up with a fiery roar. It electrified her muscles in a series of soul-shattering spasms that shot down her legs and rushed up her spine and caused her to cry out in a wordless scream of ecstasy, even as she felt the head of Amy’s throbbing cock swell inside of her and pump burst after burst into her wildly-convulsing body.
When the shudders finally subsided, all Mikala could do was lie where she was on the bed, exhausted. She felt spent, wonderful. Every muscle in her body still sang with the tiny after-tremors of the experience, slowly fading like the vibrations of a violently plucked harpstring. Amy fell forward on top of her, breathing hard. She rubbed her face and breasts against Mikala’s back, ran her hands up and down her arms with a silken touch, kissed her neck. When she slowly slid out, still hard, Mikala squeezed her eyes tight and stifled another gasp.
“Good... slut...” Amy panted. She gave a long, satisfied sigh.
Mikala felt Amy push away from her. She pulled herself all the way onto the bed with shaking limbs and turned herself over to glare at Amy. Mikala’s body was covered with sweat, and she could feel long strands of her curly brown hair sticking to her face. Her avatar (her body?) was starting to feel sore from the intense fucking, now, and she winced at the pain and gently rested her hand on her still-wet pussy.
Amy smirked at her expression. She was tapping at her virtscreen, and her cock was already receding under the toga-dress to meld back into its original shape. “A little sore, Mikala?” she asked. “Yeah. That’ll happen the first time. Or any time your little pussy takes a cock that big, until you’ve gotten used to it.”
“Are we done here?” Mikala asked through gritted teeth. She tried to jack out again but ran into the same wall she’d hit earlier. The command did nothing. She was starting to feel sticky and dirty after their intense fuck-session.
“We’re done when I say we’re done,” replied Amy. She’d found a hand towel somewhere and tossed it at Mikala. It landed in her lap. “You’re a hot little mess right now,” Amy continued. “Clean yourself up.”
About the Author
Alyson Belle has had a passion for transformation and body swap stories for as long as she can remember. An avid early reader of TG captions, she particularly enjoys themes and story elements revolving around magical transformations, being stuck, and mild punishment, although she also loves a sweet happy ending where characters who’ve learned their lesson get their happily ever after. She now delights in sharing her passion with the world by writing some of the sexiest stories around, exclusively for your enjoyment.
You can see more of Alyson Belle’s work, get in touch, and follow her blog on AlysonBelle.com.
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