Synopsis
Rick Longwood was a man who simply couldn't get enough. A bastard who left a trail of broken women in his wake, he thought he was untouchable. Unfortunately for him, one of his recent victims was Dr. Michelle Valentine, our favorite fiery surgeon. Never cross a woman who spent a year feminizing a man and loved it. especially if she has a bit of magic on her side, even if she doesn't know it. Poor Rick is well and truly fucked!

Author's Note
It's been a while since I returned to this series, and it feels like coming home. Now that we've resolved Yvonne and Nina's story (mostly), there are so many more tales waiting to be told. The Box of Resolutions offers endless possibilities, and I have so much more to share with you. To all my readers, thank you for your support and patience. This series will forever be special to me, and I hope this new chapter entertains you just as much as the others have.

Quick point: I have several NSFW images in this story, but you will need to click them to view the contents. Where they are, I have explicitly mentioned 'Click the link below to find out.' Feel free to skip them. It is entirely optional, and I do not want you to feel forced to view them. However, I think they do add an extra layer of...mmm personal satisfaction.

Binding Resolutions Chapter 7: A Cocksman No More

I woke up strapped to something. Tried to move my hands, but they were tied down tight. My head felt like it was full of smoke, with only vague recollections of the last time I was conscious. A bar, heavy booze, and a night with some chick I barely remembered shoving off me before raiding her liquor cabinet. But this—this was different. This was fucked up.

“Shit,” my eyes went wide when I saw the figure looming over me. “No fucking way.”

It was her. The woman I did a number on a few months back. Doctor Michelle Valentine, smoking hot surgeon, and—fuck me—one of the wealthiest women I've ever bedded. I'd know that fierce glare anywhere, and was that a fucking operating theatre? Did she buy it? She certainly could afford it.

Daddy's money had paved her way through medical school; she wouldn't shut up about it during our brief fuckfest together. Now I was strapped to a gurney in her domain, with her appearing to be in full control. No question about it—the bitch owned this place and probably whatever she was about to use on me.

“Rick Longwood. The man who just can't get enough,” she mused with a sick smile. “Fuck ‘em and fuck ‘em harder, right Rick?” She spoke softly, but her tone dripped with sweet malice.

I scanned her from head to toe, my mind fucking reeling. She was even more of a bombshell than I remembered. How the fuck did she go from fit and slender to a goddamn sex freak? She had been pretty hot before—slim and sweet. Now, she looked like she was yanked straight out of a porno. TMy dick hardened just looking at her. "Fuck me."

Her tits were bigger now. Those damn melons practically spilled out of her lingerie. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. They poked through the sheer fabric, begging to be abused. Her red hair tumbled in loose waves around her shoulders like a fucking halo for those piercing green eyes, staring daggers right into me.

Her hips were wider, and her curves screamed “fuck me” with every step she took as she walked towards me. Her ass could make a gay priest drool and those lips, those plump, cock-craving lips, were twisted into a cruel smile now. She looked like a top-shelf whore, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to bury my cock in her or run the hell away.

Michelle strutted up to me, her hips swaying with every step like a stripper on a mission. She leaned in close, her soaked panties just inches from my nose. The pungent, musky scent of her arousal hit me like a goddamn freight train. “Get a whiff of that, Rick,” she purred with sadistic pleasure. “You like that, don’t you? Mmm, just seeing you makes me so fucking wet. But seeing you like this? Tied up and helpless? God, it’s making me hornier than ever.”

She shoved her crotch closer, forcing me to take a deep breath of her stench. Her hand gripped my head and mashed it into her soaked panties, the overwhelming scent making my eyes water. “Wait a minute,” I thought, “that smells like cum and pussy... shit!” My nose was buried in it. She chuckled, “Freshly fucked by the biggest cock I could find,” she sneered with a wicked grin. “But the poor bastard couldn’t hold a candle to you. Even his best effort left me disappointed... Rick, you were always special. Only your cock could make a 6'3" guy with an 8-inch dick look like a goddamn sissy.”

She laughed, the sound both cruel and delighted. "Honestly, Rick, your monster cock set the gold standard. All these other men with their so-called 'magnificent' dicks can’t even come close." She shoved my head harder against her drenched crotch. The nauseating stench and taste of her arousal mixed with another man's cum. It overwhelmed my senses. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but the straps held me firm. "I know it’s a new experience for you, but you’ll get used to it soon enough."

She left nothing to the imagination. Her panties were soaked and clinging to her like a second skin, dripping with the evidence of her whoring. She shoved my face deeper into her twat, making sure I couldn't escape the rank odour. It was like she was rubbing salt into the wound, except the salt was her filthy body—and the literal cum. The sight, the smell—it was overpowering and utterly revolting. My stomach churned with every breath I took, the sensations making my head spin.

Yeah, I loved women—loved fucking them, loved ditching them. That’s what I did. Sue me. The only problem was, this time, I’d left a bit more than a dent. Took off with her 2023 Lamborghini Aventador. Jesus fucking Christ, what a piece of machinery that car was. Midnight black, smooth curves, and a hell of a lot faster than any chick I’d ever banged. The V12 engine roared like a goddamn beast and the interior? More luxurious than any bedroom I'd ever been in. Watching her standing in front of her house. Screaming at the empty space where her precious Lambo had been was the fucking cherry on top.

It wasn't easy reeling her in, though. Michelle wasn’t dumb, gullible. She was a sharp, savvy surgeon with a brain to match her smokin' hot body. I had to work my way into that tight-ass heart to get into her panties. Took my best lines, my most convincing lies. I had to lay it on thick with the pricey dinners, the bullshit heart-to-hearts, and endless sweet talk. I made her believe I was her knight in shining armour, only for her to wake up one morning to find her knight had ridden off with her steed. fucking priceless!

And the sex—fuck, the sex was out of this world. She was the perfect little fuck toy, a game for anything and everything. She’d worship my cock for hours. She'd crawl over to me the moment I walked into her place. She'd suck me off without me even having to ask while I kicked back and watched the game. Her lips—plump, luscious—she had them done just for me, she said, to make her mouth the perfect cock-sleeve. And she used them well, her tongue swirling around my shaft like it was some holy ritual. She’d slobber all over it, taking me deep into her throat, her eyes tearing up with gratitude.

The best part? I didn’t even have to beat her into submission. She willingly degraded herself for me. She fucking lived for it. She’d crawl, beg, and plead, making herself the perfect little whore. I’d snap my fingers, and she’d act like my personal slut, always eager and ready to do whatever it took to keep me happy.

Her pussy was a vice, tight and hot, gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I’d barely slide in, and she’d start convulsing, her moans filling the room as she came over and over. Her nipples were ridiculously sensitive. Just a flick from my tongue or a light pinch, and she'd be writhing in pleasure. After our first fuck, she was hooked. She became my perfect little fuck slut, her entire world revolving around my cock. I’d stretch her out in every position, her body arching, begging for more like a goddamn porn star.

She treated me like a master, a fucking god. I’d cum all over her—her face, her tits, her pussy—and she'd wear it like a badge of honour. She'd lick it off her fingers while savouring every drop like it was fucking champagne. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to make me happy. Once, I had her hanging from chains for four hours. Her body was suspended mid-air. Her nipples were erect and aching from the clamps while I fucked another chick right in front of her. She didn’t complain; she didn’t whine. She got wetter by the second, her pleasure only amplified by the sight of me getting off.

After I was done with the other chick, Michelle crawled over like the obedient slut she was. She ate her out like a starving bitch, cleaning up every drop while moaning with pure delight. She knew I had a thing for other men's wives and cuckolding them. I’d bring them over and force her to serve them, making her the ultimate submissive slut. Fuck, this was her letting me cuckold her, always finding satisfaction in my pleasure. When I brought in other men's wives, she'd dive into serving them. She'd relish every moment like the dirty whore she was.

It didn’t just stop there. I made her a maid in her own house, cleaning up after my messes, serving me drinks, and waiting on me hand and foot. She fucking loved it, her submissive side completely unlocked. She would thank me for the privilege, believing her duty was to serve and please me in every way possible. She lived for it, her entire existence wrapped around being the perfect little slut for me. Who could ask for more? Well, I did.

The reason I split town in the first place was 'cause one of the chicks I knocked up went and offed herself. Poor dumb bitch couldn’t handle the heat and took the easy way out. They hadn't figured out my identity yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time before they put the pieces together. Dodging the law became priority number one. So, I bailed. I never thought she’d find me. Hell, I thought I was scot-free, ridin’ high and livin’ large.

But the cherry on top was that final act of theft. I didn't just take her car—I swiped her credit cards and drained her accounts too. I racked up a quarter mil in no time, living it up while she was left behind, humiliated and broken. The Lambo, the cash, the lifestyle—it was all too tempting to pass up. And so I prioritised. I left her with nothing but memories of a cock she would never find again. All while cruising in her stolen car and blowing her money on whatever the fuck I wanted.

So yeah, imagine my surprise and horror at finding myself at her mercy now. I’d taken everything from her, and now, it seemed she was determined to pay me back—times a thousand. This wasn’t just casual fun gone wrong. This was revenge she was going to savour, one cut at a time.

"Hey, Doc! Long time no see," I tried to joke, but my voice wavered. This was no everyday bullshit encounter. I wasn’t in a position to charm my way out of this one.

"Surprised you remember me, Rick," she cooed, taking a firm grip on my cock. THe bastard was already rock hard despite my face still buried in her cum-filled cunt. "I had you loaded on Viagra and I prepped and preened myself just for you... didn't want you going soft as you hear me out. You like it I presume." Damned pervert. Here I was, tied up and taken out, and my cock still thought it was party time.

Michelle’s fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking it in a manner that sent jolts of twisted pleasure through my body. "You know," she began, very aroused, "your cock is something else. It’s huge, magnificent." Her grip tightened, her rhythm slow and steady. "Just touching it makes my pussy drip, Rick. It’s fucking addictive, like heroin."

I tried to speak, but she shoved me deeper into her wet panties, nearly smothering me with her overpowering scent. The rich aroma overwhelmed my senses, making my head spin. "Mmm, not so fast, Rick," she whispered with sadistic delight. "You’re not getting off that easy." She paused for a moment, then laughed to herself, enjoying the double meaning.

Her touch grew more aggressive, the strokes faster and more relentless. My cock twitched, betraying me with every pump of her hand. "See, Rick," she continued eagerly, "this cock of yours... it’s like it was made to be fucking worshipped. So many nights, I couldn’t get enough. I dreamt of it, craved it."

Her laughter, cruel and piercing, echoed in the room. "You always thought you were the king, huh? Well, now I'm the fucking queen, and this incredible cock of yours—" she squeezed hard, making me wince— "is mine." She tugged sharply, sending a jolt of pain through my body. "Guess what, Rick? This is just the start. Just wait until we really get going."

I tried to pull back, to take a breath, but her grip on my head was firm, forcing me to inhale her nauseating scent. The potent mix of sweat, cum, and arousal filled my nostrils, making me gag. “Mmm, smell that cocktail, Rick. Does it reek of satisfaction or burning need? Bingo! You must be proud. Freshly fucked, I let myself be used by two men, stretched out, abused, and filthy with their cum, just to avoid the temptation of fucking you. But still, it’s only your cock that really does it for me.”

Michelle, twat still in my face, bent down in that uniquely sensual way she had, her lips inches from my throbbing member. "No, Michelle," she said to herself as she hesitated, shivering momentarily as if fighting temptation. "Okay, just a little kiss for now," she muttered before planting a wet kiss on the tip. Fuck it still sent a shiver down my spine despite the hopelessness of my situation.

"You know, Rick," she continued, caressing my shaft with a steady rhythm, "I loved servicing you. You were the first man I wholly wanted to please. I just wanted to worship you, to be your little fuck toy, to do anything to make you happy. I always thought I was dominant, but something in your cock unlocked my inner slut. And for that, I thank you. Though, finding another dick like yours has been quite the challenge."

Her hand moved faster, more aggressively now, stroking me with a relentless pace. "I didn’t mind sharing you with others." Your cock was too magnificent to keep to myself. Watching you fuck other women only made me more desperate to please you, more eager to see you in action. Their used and abused bodies, all because of your cock—ugh, it drove me wild."

Her voice took on a fevered pitch, arousal dripping from every word. "Every time you left me dripping with cum, I wanted more. More of your cock, more of your dominance. I needed it, Rick. Needed you to stretch me, fill me, use me until I couldn't think straight. And seeing you do it to others? Fuck, it made me even wetter.”

Michelle's eyes gleamed with sadistic joy as she continued. "You could have had anything you wanted from me. Anything. That’s how much you—your cock—meant to me. In fact, the very night you ran away, I was planning something special.

Nina, my dear friend, you’d been repeatedly telling me how much you wanted to fuck her. As you know, she is happily married, but I was more than willing to ruin it for you. I was certain that once she had a taste of your virility, she would become a willing participant in our fun." She paused and whispered to herself, "Okay, one more little kiss," before planting another wet kiss on my cock.

I felt my heart pound harder as her words sunk in. Nina was gorgeous, curvier than Michelle, but nowhere near how she looked now. I had visited her place during one of her grand New Year parties a few years ago when she had not been married yet, and I was a skinny runt. I remember that night because that was when I had resolved to be the 'greatest cocksman in the world'. Over the course of the year, I had become just that. My body and dick transformed near-magically over the next few months to make me irresistible to any bitch.

Pity I couldn't screw that sex bomb before she moved upstate. Hell, the only reason I chased Michelle so hard was because I knew they were friends. The idea of fucking them both was intoxicating—a dirty fantasy that kept me up at night. Ohh! I’d jacked off way too many times to thoughts of the sluts below me at the same time.

Michelle's voice cut through my haze as she laid out her plan. "Okay, a quick little suck," she told herself before giving my cock a quick, tantalising suck before pulling back reluctantly. "No more, Michelle," she whispered.

"I was going to bring her home, you know, with her… Yvonne—oh, you don't know her, do you? Poor Yvonne, freshly 'snipped' and her manhood reduced to a useless little cocklette. Damn, Adam had the only other cock that could even compare to yours. Anyway, the plan was to have you fuck me right in front of them, to put on a show so filthy and depraved, that Nina wouldn’t be able to resist joining in. I knew that once she saw and felt your magnificent cock, she wouldn’t stand a chance."

Michelle's arousal was escalating. She almost leaned down to suck my cock again but stopped herself with her body trembling to maintain control. "No, no, Michelle. No More!" she muttered, squeezing my dick hard, making me wince in pain.

"Picture it, Rick. You, pounding me senseless while Nina watches, her pussy dripping wet. And then she joins in, begging for your cock. Her tight little married cunt clenching around you as she moans like a desperate whore just like me. Just thinking about it makes me so damn horny," she confessed, her hand moving faster on my shaft.

"We would have spent the night pleasuring you, filling the room with our moans and screams. And Yvonne, with her pathetic little stub, would’ve been forced to watch, tears streaming down her face. Her stitches would be fresh and aching. Still she would crawl over, with nothing but her broken spirit, to lick up every drop of cum from Nina’s ruined pussy."

She shivered with arousal, fighting the urge. "Alright, one more suck," she muttered as she wrapped her lips around my cock once more, slurping loudly before pulling away again. "Okay, that's it, Michelle. Control yourself."

"Yvonne would have been our pet, our cum-cleaner, her once-proud cock now a laughable stump. She'd have knelt there, her eyes swollen from crying, her tongue eagerly cleaning up every mess we made. Her only purpose, beyond cleaning, would be to serve Nina as she screamed in pleasure from your brutal fucking."

"I didn’t just want to make a scene for Nina to watch. I wanted to break Yvonne’s spirit completely. I wanted her to see what a real cock could do. Leaving her with nothing but the taste of cum and the sight of her wife being thoroughly ravaged by you, Rick."

"I wanted everything for you, Rick. To make you the king of our little perverse kingdom. But no, you ran away, shattering those dreams and leaving me with nothing but memories and this rather delightful thirst for revenge."

Her voice softened, growing almost wistful. "But you know, Rick, the thought of Yvonne—Eve, Adam—being reduced to that...No it doesn’t sit well with me anymore. He...she...is extraordinary, and I'm glad Nina is willing to share. They’ve been my rock since you left, and I realise now it's good you never met them."

Who the fuck was this Yvonne, Adam person? Her constant switching between names and genders only confused me further. Was Yvonne the freshly snipped one she mentioned, or was that someone else? And who the hell was Eve? I felt my head swimming with questions, each one more baffling than the last. It was like listening to a madwoman's ramblings.

Her eyes darkened, a flicker of regret passing through. "I’m almost surprised I was willing to go that far, to use and break someone so precious. Again, it’s a real relief you never crossed paths with them. But then, you wouldn't understand the bond we share now. It's something deeper, something I didn’t have before. Good they are whole.. No, better than whole again."

She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she tried to regain control. "But that's enough sentiment," she purred, her hand moving back to my throbbing shaft. "Let's get back to the pleasure, shall we?"

Her stroking became more intense as she spoke. "On Christmas Eve, you ran away, leaving me with shattered dreams and an empty bed. You took off with my car and my money, but more than that, you took off with the one cock that could truly satisfy me."

She bent lower, her breath warm against my throbbing member. "Finding another like yours has been impossible. Not even Adam, as magnificent as he is, compares," she whispered, her voice oozing with raw lust. "You were special, your dick is special, Rick. And now, I have you and, more importantly, ‘it’ right here. It's time that I act on my own resolution."

Shit! Resolution? There was something magical about those New Year's parties. No way in hell would I have transformed so much in a year if magic wasn't involved. I was certain her resolution, much like mine, was some type of magic. I needed to know what she resolved to do.
“What did you resolve?” I asked, my voice muffled by her crotch.

“Awww… look at you asking,” she cooed, her tone patronising and cruel. “I resolved to use your cock as I saw fit. To have my own little Yvonne. To have what Nina had and to have love. The good news is that I have the love situation sorted with Nina, Adam, Eve, and Yvonne. And now I'm moving with them. Isn’t that wonderful? But now that Yvonne is only part-time, we’ll need a new slutty maid. How does Yvette sound?"
Shit! Shit! Shit! Was she going to turn me into a broad? Could she even do that? I was in full-blown panic now.

"You'll make a perfect little maid, Rick," she sneered. Her eyes gleamed with twisted excitement. We'll make sure you’re the sluttiest maid. Tight little pussy, perky tits, the works. Our precious Yvette, always wet and ready, begging for more, and you'll love every bit of it.”

"HOW DOES YVETTE SOUND, RICK?" she commanded, shoving my face harder into her, cutting off my air. I was suffocating now. "Your dick seems to like it, so Yvette, it is." She declared with finality. "Just to show you how nice I am, I'll let you keep your name until you cum… Rick."
“Did you know that I come from a family of lumberjacks? Just a snip here and a snippety snip there, and poof!” she grinned like a maniac. “Ahh, Dr. Lumberjills next chop is coming up.”

"But before that... What's important is my kindness to you... your big hurrah... let’s give you that last big orgasm, yes?" She moved away, finally letting me breathe, letting me speak.

"Please, Michelle, don’t do this!" I begged, my voice cracking with terror. "I'll do anything, just don't turn me into a chick. Please, I'll be your slave, your toy, anything—just don't do this!"

“Aww, listen to you begging," she sneered. "But you know it’s too late for that." She picked up a syringe, gleaming under the surgical lights. She let me see it before she returned to jerking me off.

Her demeanour shifted suddenly as she bent down. Her lips again brushed my cockhead in a lazy, almost loving kiss. "Mmm, just another taste," she whispered to herself. Then, she took me into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around the tip. My cock twitched involuntarily, and the only noise in the room was her sucking me off.

Then, without warning, she plunged down harder, taking me all the way to the base. She gagged, her throat constricting around my shaft as she choked on it. Her head bobbed up and down, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth, her nose buried in my pubic hair. She squeezed my balls, adding to the sensory overload. She sucked harder and harder, but suddenly, as if forcing herself out of a trance, she pulled up, gasping for air.

Spit dribbled down her chin, mixing with her tears. Her face was a mess of mascara streaks, glistening spit, and nasty desire. She looked up at me, a string of her spit connecting her lips to my throbbing member.

"Oh, fuck, Rick. This is what you threw away," she said hoarsely. "Could've had this every fucking day, but now it's just your last indulgence."
She gave me a wicked smile, showing me the needle poised and ready. Her hand returned to its relentless motion on my shaft, jerking me off harder. Without breaking her rhythm, she plunged the needle into the base of my cock. A sharp sting sliced through my fear as the intense burn of the injection was immediate.

"Feel that, Rick? That's just the beginning," she sneered. She moved to my balls. She jabbed the needle into my left testicle, the sting nearly making me scream, and then did the same to my right. "Should've kept it in your pants, Rick. Too late now."

All the while, her hand kept pumping my cock even harder. As the burn spread and the horror of my situation sank in, I began to lose all sensation below. Feeling nothing more than the weight of my worst fears crashing down on me.
“Do you feel it?" she asked, her tone mocking.

"No! No! I can't feel anything! Please, Michelle, stop!" Tears streamed down my face, my panic surging to unbearable levels.
"Good... good," she purred. "Just the way I wanted it... your perfect last male orgasm... all cum, no pleasure. Not for Rick, at least, but Yvette, oh Yvette’s pussy will be a whole other story."

She continued to jerk me, now also kissing and licking my zombie dick. Still hard as a rock, yet unable to feel anything. “Don’t worry though. As you may be aware, I'm quite the generous lover. I don’t intend to run away like you did, Rick… I am a woman of my word. You will get to live with us. Our little Yvette... and never fear, sweetheart… I'm not wasteful either."

Her eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she spoke. "We’ll let you have your cock between your legs whenever we feel that you deserve it. Only… it will always be inside you. Imagine your cock stuffed up your own pussy, stretching you out. Maybe we'll tuck it deep into that tight little virgin ass of yours. So you can feel every inch of your own disappointment. Or perhaps between those new tits, you're going to grow, trapped between your cleavage. A long, hard reminder of the man you once were. and would never be again."

She licked the tip of my cock again, her eyes locked onto mine. "You see, Rick, it’s all about perspective. While I use your cock to fuck you, you’ll be begging for more. Know that the pleasure you once gave is the only way you will find pleasure now.”

Shit!!! Did she know that resolutions were magical? My thoughts raced, wondering if she had any inkling about it. Michelle was brilliant—sharp enough to piece together the puzzle if she had any clues. Should I tell her? Could it stop her madness?

"Please, Michelle, it's the resolution that is making you do this. It is magic! Please don't do this to me... to us," I pleaded one more time, my voice trembling. As she let the words register, her eyes flickered briefly, processing everything. For a mind as sharp as hers, this was very quick to grasp.

"Magic, huh? I suspected something along those lines... but of course, being a woman of science, Occam's razor and all that," she mused, her hand still working my shaft. "Occam's razor, Rick, it means the simplest explanation is usually the right one."

"I can understand why Nina would want to keep it a secret. Now I know why she was so insistent on helping me write the resolution. Of course, she did it only after she pieced together your history and criminal track record.”

She paused, her eyes distant for a moment. "That woman has incredible connections. Only took her two days to have a full dossier on you. Over a dozen pregnancies, three suicides, and another dozen women in sex addiction rehab. You and your magic cock really did ruin quite a lot of lives. You should think of this as rehab, but honestly, that wouldn't do it justice. This is almost a reward. Life really isn’t fair huh?"

She refocused her gaze on me, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Those two both need to be punished for keeping these secrets, but that's more fun and games for me. Looks like I'll need exclusive use of Adam for at least a week. Hmm, two... no, three maids serving for a week... delicious.”

She refocused her gaze on me, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "I see now. You might be right about the magic, Rick, but it doesn't change anything. I've made my resolution, and there's no going back now." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with malice. "I look forward to introducing you to your new life, my darling slut."

"Thinking of 'Adam,' though, Nina let me borrow this for the occasion," she said. She then pulled out a massive and realistic double-ended dildo. "If I remember her instructions correctly... She told me to shove it in deep before the procedure began. There must be something magical about it."

Smirking, she lifted my butt with ease; I had no strength left to resist. She propped a cylindrical cushion beneath my lower back, positioning me just right. Taking the double-ended dildo, she sucked on it a few times, coating it with her saliva, making a show of it. Slowly, she started pushing it inside me, Inch by inch, until it was all the way in. Despite my cock and balls being numb, I could feel the intrusion.

"Good... all the way in... nice and snug," she cooed, grinning. "Lovely, isn't it?"

She then began describing her plan for my transformation. "You’ll become a short and busty little thing, just like Yvonne. Pink nipples begging to be sucked. Blonde hair to give you that whorish appeal and a cute button nose. But those green eyes? You’ll keep those, just like mine. I want you to always remember who made you."

Her voice was tinged with excitement and raw arousal. She continued, "I intend to use Nina's perfect butt as inspiration to shape yours." Round, firm, and absolutely fuckable. Every time you catch a glimpse of yourself, you’ll see her."

"And of course, with Nina pregnant, it’s important that your breasts are nice and milk-filled. Faster would be better, as we all enjoy our coffees with cream. Imagine Rick, serving us every morning, watching us pour your milk into our coffee... it’s the little things that make life sweet," she laughed, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Her hands roamed my body as she whispered, "Yvette will be my masterpiece. My little toy. I can already picture you begging for more, desperate to please us." She licked her lips, her breath quickening. "You'll see all three women in you—Nina, Yvonne, and me. Every curve, every twist of flesh will be a tribute to us."

She gasped, reeking with arousal. "With each passing day, you'll understand that every part of your new body belongs to us. We'll use you, stretch you, and fill you in ways you can only imagine."

Then, almost dreamily, she added, "But we will also hug you and kiss you, give you loads of cuddles if you are good. Our slutty but good little girl, cherished, adored and wonderfully submissive. Imagine it Rick, being showered with affection and good old-fashioned fucking. You'll get all the sweetness and love you've never even imagined possible."

She leaned closer, her breath hot against my skin. "Your every moan, every cry, will be of joy, not pain. You’ll learn to love it Rick. and you will beg for it. You will be the most loved maid in the world... IF you behave."

"Think of my kindness as a thank you for helping me find my submissive side, Rick. I only want you to feel pleasure... and shame, but not pain. The lesson you taught me was enlightening. But now, I have the honour of giving the gift of your cock to my future master. Now that we have the magic cock addiction out of the way, I just need to find the right man or woman... actually, I think—I know for sure that I've found them both already. Fabulous huh? Not one but two masters for me."

Her hand never stopped jerking me off as she continued. "Oh, how I look forward to seeing them fuck you senseless, to watch you squirm and beg. You’ll experience a whole new kind of pleasure, Rick," she said with a twisted chuckle. "And trust me, you will be begging them to use ‘your gift’ in ways you never thought possible."

"Ohh... of course, the babies... the magic explains Nina's pregnancy... how could I have thought otherwise? Ohhhh, magic solves that problem... oooh," she gasped, her arousal palpable. "I expect to have a big family, Rick. Looks like I don’t need to store your semen anymore. It was a last resort anyway. No baby of mine would have an asshole for a dad, but I promise that our first baby will be born of your own dick... and you can be the mommy. Wonderful, isn't it?"

Her eyes gleamed with twisted joy. "Once the baby grows up, you will no longer need to be a maid... not nice for mommy to be the house help. I'm certain that Jacob can fill that role once we retire you. The magic has made everything possible, and you will be at the centre of it all. I cannot wait to see you embrace all the facets of your new identity."

Why was I able to feel the dildo? Why was it feeling so good? What the fuck was happening to me? The intrusion that should have disgusted me had me teetering on the edge of something else. My involuntary contractions around the dildo were sending spikes of pleasure up my spine.

"I never thought your dick could get harder, Rick. But, it looks very excited in anticipation of your future," she said. She started pushing and pulling, earnestly fucking me with the damn dildo. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.

"Glad to see you enjoying it, Rick. No unnecessary pain. I'm not a sadist, well, not outside the bedroom or when not influenced by magic, at least…I think." She quickened her pace, one hand on my cock and the other fucking me with the dildo harder. The pleasure was starting to build up my ass, though I could feel absolutely nothing in my cock.

"Feel that, Rick? Your new life. That's what you will be trained to respond to. Our pleasure and your humiliation," she purred, continuing her relentless assault. "You’ll be a slave to it. It's all about training that pretty little mind of yours."

My mind reeled from everything even as her sick excitement kept growing. "And don’t think about it too much Rick," she added between her own ragged gasps. "We'll make sure you never forget this. You’ll remember every moment, every touch. You will be a perfect blend of a pleasure doll and an obedient servant. You'll crave to love and worship us, just like you revelled in me worshipping you."

Her pace quickened. The dildo now had a steady rhythm while her hand continued to play with my unfeeling cock. "I'm just getting started, Rick," she hissed into my ear. "Once we’re done with you, you’ll thank me for transforming you into our perfect whore."

Her hands were relentless now. My cock, even paralysed from the anaesthesia, still stood hard. “Your lips will be plump, Rick. Puffier than mine. Perfect for wrapping around a cock, sucking like your life depends on it,” she cackled. “Men will fucking love sliding in and out of that tight, rosy gash. Those same lips that sweet-talked their way into pussy will be devoted to pleasuring whoever I ask them to.”

Each thrust of the dildo grew more brutal. My groans, beyond my control, became strained and desperate. “Hear that, Rick?” she sneered. “That voice, still hanging on to its masculinity. Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll fix that too. Soon, your moans will be as pretty as they ought to be.” Her words dripped with malicious glee. “You won’t want to be a man ever again. No, you’ll crave this. You’ll be my desperate little slut, always eager to please.”

Her eyes burned as she kept pounding me. She moaned in her twisted bliss as she spoke, "You will learn to quiver and moan and serve like the perfect slut you are. We’ll make sure you love every second. You’ll crave for the humiliation, for the pleasure, for us."

The rhythm of her thrusts quickened, my body jerking and trembling. "That magnificent cock of yours is clearly the result of a resolution. Once I shove it in you, you’ll be hooked, just like me. You’ll crave it forever, begging for it deeper, harder. Every. Single. Time." Fuck! I was going get truly fucked.

She moved around, her bare, cum-slick pussy pressing against my face, her panties long gone. The pungent, musky scent flooded my senses. I wanted to fucking bite down, to hurt her, but it wasn’t an option; the goddamn magic ensured that. My lips parted unwillingly, my tongue slipping inside her. She gasped, her body shuddering.

"Good boy, Rick, keep that tongue busy. You’re doing so well. That’s your new flavour, sweetheart. You’re on your way to becoming my good girl. Or maybe my naughty girl? Doesn’t matter—you’ll be my obedient little bitch anyway. The only cum you’ll ever know will be from others. Isn’t that delightful? Isn’t that divine? You’ll treasure every drop, crave that salty taste, and beg for more, my perfect cum-hungry whore," she purred.

The taste of another man's cum mixed with her arousal had now coated my tongue. fuck! "Picture this, Rick," she hissed, "Yvette, ass up in the air, cheeks red and raw from countless spankings. Fingers gripping those tender hips as cock after cock plunges deep inside. Your only purpose is to whimper and beg. You’ll plead for it, crying out to be fucked harder, deeper. Feeling every brutal thrust, every inch, knowing your wonderful purpose."

She leaned back, grinding her wetness against my tongue. "Oh, another one for you, Rick," she whispered with gleeful malice. "My lovely Yvette, on your knees before a room full of ravenous cocks, each one eager for their turn. Your mouth working tirelessly, sucking and slurping, eyes wide with desperate need. String after string of cum dripping from your chin as you eagerly please every man in the room. You will be begging for more, lost in their filth."

Goddamn it, what was happening to me? Michelle was lost in her own twisted ecstasy, her voice thick with lust. The horror of her visions compounded with each lick, my mind reeling. It was a nightmarish compilation of humiliation, and I was trapped in her twisted grasp.
"Clearly, your cock loves it,” she taunted as she rammed the dildo deeper. I could feel the tension building, my body nearing betrayal.
She sensed it, too, because just before the explosion, she bent over, her mouth poised inches away as my body gave in. I came, and I came hard, an explosive mess of shame.

"Mmm, that’s it, Rick. Give it all to me," she murmured just before catching the first spurt in her mouth. I continued spewing out, a stream of white coating her greedy lips. "Let me fully enjoy your end as a man. Pity its the last time the ‘original’ will do its job. No worries though, the replacement should be just as amazing." She said between mouthfuls, even as she pinched my head to prevent the next release while she spoke. She sucked viciously, ensuring she got every last drop. I felt nothing in my cock—just the searing, throbbing spasms deep in my ass and my spine as the dildo stretched me.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of sex in the air. My cock, numb and useless, could only offer the vile pleasure she craved. I was just a broken tool in her hands, convulsing with every throb.

“Let go, Yvette,” she crooned while still toying with my withering cock. “Stop being such a ‘man’ and embrace your new self. You’re mine now.” My body convulsed, spasming uncontrollably as her every word solidified my new reality. I was drowning in shame as she continued to toy with my limp, defeated cock.

Finally, FINALLY! She moved her sodden pussy away from my face, leaving me gasping for breath. As my eyes fluttered open, I noticed her standing over me. Her mouth was bloated, bulging with cum—my cum—just like it used to be after she sucked me off.

She leaned over as if to kiss me but then pulled back with a smirk as she swallowed everything and licked her lips. “No... no, I promised only others' cum for those lips. No point in wasting something so precious and so permanently…gone,” she whispered. "Well, it's my cock now, Yvette. That was such a lovely little transfer of ownership, don’t you think?"

“Oh, and don’t worry about not making me cum,” she added, “You will have every chance to take care of me with your luscious mouth and that new tight pussy. With no balls to get in the way, performance will never be an issue. We will still enjoy your magnificent, perfect cock. Silly me, not yours anymore—mine. Veiny, uncut, and oh so perfect.”

I watched in horror as she wheeled over a metal cart laden with equipment. She made a show of putting on her gloves. She then stretched the latex over her fingers with careful motions. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered, my panic skyrocketing. Each snap of the glove sent another wave of terror crashing over me.

“Semen works wonders for mood and depression. you would benefit from it after this little procedure. I’ll make sure you get plenty of it in the most fun and creative ways. Don’t want you thinking back on your days as a man. I don’t want my gorgeous new maid to be sad all the time, do I?”

Then, she took out a scalpel, her eyes filled with glee as she approached my balls with the fucking blade. "No, no, no! Fuck! Stop!" I screamed, my voice filled with terror. She paused, smirking at my panic. She quickly dropped the scalpel and reached into a drawer in the cart, pulling out a shiny O-ring gag.

With one hand, she grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. Whatever drugs she had given me left me with no strength to fight. With the other hand, she strapped the gag in place, ensuring it was tight and secure. My screams were instantly muffled, reduced to futile, garbled gasps.
She was quick to return to her scalpel and bring it to my groin, her voice almost a loving whisper. “This moment is about you. Our little trade, your masculinity and everything you stole from me in return for me shaping you as I desire. A wonderful deal, isn’t it? Now stay awake and look down.”

She pressed the cold steel against my skin, her eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. “But once the cut is done, we need to open you up. If I'm right, the magic should help craft an exquisite pussy. I simply need to start the process, and the spell handles the rest.”

“Doctor's promise Yvette. You won’t feel any pain, so keep looking.” She murmured, her voice drenched in saccharine sweetness. “You need to embrace your new beginning in its entirety. Don’t look away now. Keep those eyes open. Watch as Rick is gone and Yvette is born.”
Every nerve in my body screamed in terror. But, her gentle command, almost loving, echoed in the sterile room. “Stay awake, darling. Look down. Observe every cut, every moment,” she whispered like a twisted lullaby.

She began to cut, the scalpel slicing through flesh. I watched horrified as the blood sprang forth, but her movements were calculated, each cut deliberate and methodical. Her eyes never left mine, even as I kept screaming through the gag, my voice muffled and useless.
“This,” she continued, “is the start of a beautiful journey, baby. You’ll feel every bit of it in your new self. The spell will make sure you experience every sensation. Delightfully intimate, don't you think?”

Her voice softened further. “I need you to see the joy this gives me and the joy I will give you once you embrace your future. My dear little Yvette. See how much pleasure you’re giving me. I promise to return the favour once you heal."

She continued to use the scalpel with unerring precision. Every stroke was purposeful and effective. My tears blurred my vision. But I forced myself to keep watching as the blade carved away my old self, piece by piece.

“Pay attention darling,” she cooed. “This is the last time your cock will be attached to you. Your masculinity will be gone in a moment. It’s amazing how a few cuts can redefine everything, isn't it? We’ll remove it in one clean piece. Then, into the nutrient medium it goes and off to my bionics guy. The spell will weave its magic, ensuring it functions perfectly for its new purpose.”

She paused, savouring the moment. “If I’ve figured out the magic correctly, the bionics guy won't think twice or bother telling anyone about how strange it is to be working on a dismembered dick. Everything will fall into place as if it were the most natural thing in the world."

She worked fast, her hands steady as she kept dabbing away the blood. Her delight was evident, yet she was an immaculate professional. I kept screaming in horror, my mind barely holding onto its sanity.

“But we’re not done yet,” she continued. “Don’t stop looking. Once the removal is complete, the fun begins. The magic should guide me as I craft your exquisite new pussy. If Yvonne is anything to go by, Yvette will be nothing short of breathtaking.”

“Feel that, Yvette?” she whispered with cruel affection. “That’s the past being stripped away, making room for the future. Our future.”
Her scalpel worked the final bits of flesh holding my manhood in place. One final, agonising cut and it was done. My cock and balls came free, held together by some twisted bit of flesh she'd retrieved.

She held up the severed part, the damn thing dripping with blood, yet it seemed to stay together. I felt bile rising, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were seeing. She looked at me, “Look at that, darling. See how beautiful you're becoming. This is your wonderful gift to me. My recompense for everything Rick took from me.”

She brought the severed cock to her lips, giving it a wet, mocking kiss. My horror peaked, and all I could do was continue screaming into the gag. My voice, too, like my manhood, had been taken from me.

She turned back to the tray. She carefully placed the severed member into a glass tank of clear liquid. The clear fluid swirled around my amputated cock, suspending it like a display piece. Then she returned to my crotch, scalpel in hand.

“Shh, relax, Yvette,” she cooed, watching my silent torment. “This is just the beginning. Now we move on to the next phase.”
The cold steel bit into my skin as I continued to scream. My manhood had been stolen from me, and now she was turning me into a woman.

“Look Yvette. This is where your new life begins,” she whispered with malicious delight. “I want you to experience every moment, see the birth of your true self. Keep those eyes open."

Each cut was precise, stripping away every last piece of Rick. “Your new pussy will be perfect—pink, juicy, and tight. Hungry for attention, ready to be filled, and always so eager,” she hissed. “Every nerve will sing. Every touch will feel blissful.”

Her voice oozed with her perverse delight. “One day, you’ll be pregnant, our babies coming out of this exquisite pussy. It's your destiny now—to be used, to give life.”

My body convulsed, but I was forced to stay aware. “Keep looking. Don’t close your eyes. Watch the birth of Yvette.”

My vision blurred, but she kept forcing me to stay awake. “Oooh, the magic is real! It's almost as if new flesh is forming where I need it. You should heal in a few days. We will use that time to work on other parts.” She cooed, her delight palpable. “Don’t stop watching, yes. Oooh, pink skin, even better.”

"Yvette, you are going to be wonderfully naive and simple by the time I’m, finished. Why bother impressing anyone with what's between your ears when you’ll have far more enticing assets below?" Michelle purred.

She giggled with sadistic delight before continuing, "Mmm... that magnificent fucking cock of yours is now all mine. No need to try and work your way into my panties anymore. No balls, no problem huh?”

"Any special requests? Ohhh... you're probably not in the right state of mind now, sweetie. Let me think... how about a tattoo? How does 'Doctor's Delight’ sound? Or perhaps 'Cut and Compliant?' Maybe even 'I Once Had a Magic dick, Now I Tend to Yours?'"

She took a deep breath before continuing “Those luscious lips... ahhh... that wonderfully tight pussy... your puckered little hole... oh my, looks like I'll be doing all the work now. And you'll love every second of it, won't you sweetheart?"

---TO BE CONTINUED---