[The first push of the toy inside of him sits just at the excruciating line of bearable, slow enough to force muscles to give, allowing silicone to slide those inches deeper with the aid of lubricant. He feels the way his body is made to accommodate; the stretch is dull, an aching fullness when he's plugged to the flared base. Then it slips out and Cy thrusts it back in, simulated fucking to the way his hips are held by both hands, speared down onto the dildo while kept in that rigid and uncompromising position. Another humiliation — and this one he cannot help but gasp into, unable to stifle, every limb bound to the bed leaving him defenseless.
You're going to be the mother of my children. It serves a purpose — fear flashes as the toy is fastened into place, fixed so that he is unable to ignore how it feels buried in his ass. Mismatched eyes follow the man off the side of the bed, questioning, almost frantic. Not a parlor trick this time, but—
Of course it requires the bend of his chakra, the will of his own power. But the role he plays does not know that, and his horror is easy to find, because once he might have truly thought this abhorrent. Under other circumstances, in someone else's hands, he would not have wanted to be changed into a woman.]
You — bastard, [hissed behind teeth, flinching from the pinch to a sensitive nipple quick to shade cherry-red.] Stop. Undo it now. Change me back!
[It's a panicked snarl, all strength poured into the way he thrashes in his binds, yanking at the shackles regardless of the damage to skin. He is too aware of the heaviness of breasts, a tapered waist down to wider hips, restriction of rope perfectly suited for the altered anatomy. He's never transformed with something inside of his body before, but the experiment succeeds as he feels the hard wedge of the dildo still nested in his ass, unyielding.]
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You're going to be the mother of my children. It serves a purpose — fear flashes as the toy is fastened into place, fixed so that he is unable to ignore how it feels buried in his ass. Mismatched eyes follow the man off the side of the bed, questioning, almost frantic. Not a parlor trick this time, but—
Of course it requires the bend of his chakra, the will of his own power. But the role he plays does not know that, and his horror is easy to find, because once he might have truly thought this abhorrent. Under other circumstances, in someone else's hands, he would not have wanted to be changed into a woman.]
You — bastard, [hissed behind teeth, flinching from the pinch to a sensitive nipple quick to shade cherry-red.] Stop. Undo it now. Change me back!
[It's a panicked snarl, all strength poured into the way he thrashes in his binds, yanking at the shackles regardless of the damage to skin. He is too aware of the heaviness of breasts, a tapered waist down to wider hips, restriction of rope perfectly suited for the altered anatomy. He's never transformed with something inside of his body before, but the experiment succeeds as he feels the hard wedge of the dildo still nested in his ass, unyielding.]