Transformed Bully: Begging for Raw Creampie

Marco had spent months making the shared apartment feel smaller, and at twenty-two he still liked the way it worked. Weights in the hallway. Protein shaker left sour in the sink. A shoulder check when twenty-two-year-old Tobias tried to reach the stove. The nerdy inventor never swung back. He adjusted his glasses, gathered his notebooks, and lately he answered.

For weeks the answer had been the same vial on the high shelf, and the same filthy, precise description of what his experimental gender transformation serum would do to a body that asked for it. Massive breasts. A huge bubble butt. A beautiful woman. Marco had called it nerd bullshit and then asked another question, voice lower every time, eyes stuck on the glass.

Thursday night he stopped pretending.

"I want it," Marco said, both palms on the kitchen table. "Turn me into her. I know what that vial does. I've heard you say it enough times that I could recite it. I'm not guessing and you're not tricking me. I want the tits, the ass, the whole change, and I want it tonight because I can't stop thinking about it. Give me the form."

Tobias set the consent packet down without a smile. Every effect was written in plain language: voluntary transformation, informed and reversible only on a later signed request, enlarged breasts, pronounced bubble butt, a new fertile pussy, intense arousal, the name Noelle. Marco read each line aloud so the room would hold the record of his yes. He initialed the breast growth, the ass, the fertility, the name. He signed hard enough to crease the page.

"I'm sober. I'm awake. Nobody talked me into this," he said, meeting Tobias's eyes. "I asked. Pour it, and I'll drink it myself."

He took the vial, cold against his lip, and swallowed while Tobias watched. Heat climbed his hips and broke across his chest. His shirt strained as heavy, sensitive breasts swelled into his hands, nipples peaking, the weight of them obscene and immediate. His ass rounded in a rush, sweatpants hauled tight over a thick bubble that made him grab the counter and groan. His face softened. Between his thighs a slick, hungry cunt opened, dripping already, while the deep clench of his ass stayed wicked and alive, prostate throbbing under all that new flesh.

"Noelle," Tobias said.

She looked down at the massive tits filling her palms and the huge curve shoving at her waistband, and the air between them went electric. "That's my name now," she said, breathless and sure. "Don't look away."

The last of the change settled and horniness flooded her so hard her knees buckled. Noelle's nipples stung. Her new pussy drooled down her thighs. Her ass clenched on nothing and she whimpered, already shaking, already past pride.

"Tobias." She turned, tits swaying, and dropped in front of him because she wanted to be there. "I need the vibrating buttplug. The one we talked about. I need it in my ass, buzzing, while I lose my mind on you. I'm asking. Put it in me."

"Yes," he said, cock already straining his pants, reaching for the drawer they had agreed would hold the toy if she wanted it. "You want it seated in that bubble butt?"

"Buried," she said. "On my prostate. I want to feel that motor while I stroke your cock. Lube it. I can take it. I want the stretch."

She bent over the couch, cheek to the cushion, and shoved her ass back in a shameless offer. He slicked the plug and pressed the tapered tip to her tight hole. Noelle pushed onto it herself, moaning as the widest part opened her and the base seated flush. The switch clicked. Vibration slammed through her ass and into her prostate, a relentless buzz that made her cunt gush onto the floor.

She reached back between his thighs, wrapped her fist around his bare cock, and stroked him filthy and tight, thumb smearing the wet at his tip.

"Listen to it," she panted. "That little motor shaking my ass. I'm dripping. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you're going to do to the body I begged you for."

"I'm going to fuck that new pussy," Tobias said, wrecked. "I want those huge tits bouncing. I want to watch the plug buzz in your ass while I bury my cock in you."

"Then fuck me." She squeezed him harder, stroking faster. "Condoms first. That's what I agreed to, and I still agree. Roll one on where I can see it and get inside me before I start begging worse than this."

The plug hammered her prostate and her agreement frayed at the edges. She was still saying yes to the rubber. She was also grinding her empty cunt against nothing, frantic, imagining the latex gone and his cum where the condom would keep it from going.

They made it to the bed with the plug still snarling in her. Tobias rolled the condom down his cock in full view, and Noelle watched every inch disappear under the latex, nodding, wanting that first stretch on her terms. She climbed over him with her back to his chest, reverse cowgirl, and sank in one greedy drop. Her pussy swallowed him, tight and soaking, and the plug in her ass buzzed so hard her vision whitened.

"Watch it," she ordered, looking over her shoulder, hair stuck to her flushed cheek. "Watch that plug shake in my bubble butt while you fuck me. Don't close your eyes."

He gripped her wide hips and thrust up. Her ass clapped against him, heavy and soft and obscene, the silicone base flashing with every bounce, vibration traveling through the thin wall so he felt it in his cock. Her massive tits swung forward, slapping, nipples drawn tight, the weight of them pulling a broken sound out of her throat. She rode him hard, palms braced on his thighs, grinding so the plug and his sheathed cock worked her at once. Slick ran down over the condom. The room smelled like sweat and sex and the faint chemical sweetness still on her tongue from the vial she had chosen.

"God, you feel good even with the rubber," she gasped, rolling her hips in a mean little circle. "That buzz is right on my prostate. Don't you dare cum. I want more of this. I want you watching my ass swallow that toy while your cock stuffs my cunt."

He fucked up into her, transfixed by the jiggle, by the way her hole flexed around the buzzing base, by the wet shine coating his condom every time she lifted and dropped. Noelle's thighs shook. Her tits bounced hard enough to ache, and she loved the ache, loved the filthy picture she was making for the man who had built the body she had signed for.

She pulled off with a wet sound, the condom shining with her, and dropped to her hands and knees, back arched, bubble butt high. "Doggy. Now. Keep the condom on and pound me. I want it deep. I want that plug knocked around while you fuck me."

He knelt behind her and drove in. The first thrusts were condom-covered, deep and mean, the wet slap of his hips against her huge ass filling the room. Her tits dragged the sheets, nipples scraping cotton, and she sobbed at how good it was, pushing back to meet every stroke. The plug buzzed without mercy against her prostate. Each thrust nudged it, a bright filthy shock that made her cunt clamp and gush around the latex.

"Harder," she said. "I can take it. I want it. Fuck that pussy. Use me. Look at this ass and don't be gentle."

He gave her several rough strokes, gripping the meat of her butt, spreading her so he could see the toy seated and shivering while his condom-shiny cock pistoned in and out. Noelle's mouth hung open. Drool hit the sheet. She was frantic, overstimulated, the agreement still holding and the hunger already past it.

She reached back, found the rolled base of the condom, and ripped it off his cock herself. The latex snapped free, slick and shining, and she flung it aside onto the floor. She looked over her shoulder and locked eyes with him, face flushed, pupils blown, voice shredded and clear.

"Raw," she said. "I know what that means. I read the form out loud. This pussy is fertile. If you fuck me bare you're going to get me pregnant, and I still want it. I am taking the condom off. I want your cum in me. I want the creampie. Breed me. I am asking. I am begging. Fuck me raw."

"You're sure?" he gritted, cock bare and dripping, the head nudging her soaked folds.

"I tore it off with my own hand. I'm sure. I'm not drunk, I'm not asleep, nobody made me. Flip me and fill me. I want to watch your face while you knock me up."

She rolled onto her back, legs spread wide, plug still snarling deep in her ass, huge tits splayed and heaving, pussy dripping and open and shining. Tobias lined up with nothing between them and sank into her bare. The heat of skin on skin punched a moan out of both of them. She was softer without the latex, wetter, gripping him in pulses that matched the buzz in her ass.

"Oh fuck, that's it," Noelle cried, heels digging into the mattress. "Bare. I can feel every inch. Every vein. Pound my dripping pussy. Don't pull out. Don't you dare pull out."

He fucked her deep, hips snapping, watching her massive tits bounce and the faint tremor of the plug travel through her belly. The sound was filthier now, no latex to dull it, just cock and soaked cunt and the low mechanical whine buried in her bubble butt. She reached down and spread herself wider so he could see himself disappearing into her, see the cream of her arousal coating him, see how badly she had wanted the rubber gone.

"Fill me up," she moaned, voice breaking. "Talk about it. Tell me you're going to pump this fertile cunt full."

"I'm going to creampie this pussy," Tobias groaned, pounding harder, balls slapping her plug-stuffed ass. "Going to flood you. Going to knock you up because you begged for it raw. Going to leave you dripping my cum."

"Yes. Fill me. Paint my insides. I want it so deep I taste it. I want to get pregnant on this cock. Fuck it into me. Don't waste a drop."

He folded her thighs back and drove down, bare and relentless, and she took every inch, sobbing yes, yes, breed me, the plug buzzing her prostate while his cock mashed her soaked walls. Her tits shook with each impact. Sweat slid between them. She locked eyes with him again and didn't blink, mouth open, begging without shame for the load she had chosen.

The plug and the bare cock hit together and Noelle came hands-free, cunt clamping in hard rhythmic squeezes, a broken shout ripping out of her as she gushed around him and soaked his balls. The grip dragged Tobias over the edge. He buried himself to the root and pumped her full, thick pulses of creampie flooding her pussy, hot and heavy, spurt after spurt while she held him there and milked him with her orgasm.

She kept her legs locked around his waist afterward, rocking to work every drop deeper, whispering how addicted she already was to this body and to his cum, kissing him hard between filthy breaths. "Don't pull out yet, nerd. Keep fucking that creampie back into my pregnant cunt until I'm overflowing and begging you for another raw load."