Just This Once Ch. 03

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Matt embraces his new life as Megan, and goes beyond return.
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Part 3 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/09/2023
Created 07/24/2018
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The clock on Max's wall continued around its cycle.

"3 pm" I say out loud to myself.

Two and a half hours before my lover comes home from work. Not soon enough to begin cooking dinner.

Click.

I shift in my seat. My limp, shaven clit pushes uncomfortably on the tiny pink chastity cage. I am in desperate need for release, as Max and I didn't have our usual morning shower sex, only his usual morning blowjob. He bought me a suction cup dildo for times like this...but it doesn't do the trick, it only makes me hornier.

Click.

I became distinctly aware of my panties riding up and the discomfort this caused. The fabric stimulates my primary sex zone, sending more tantalizing and cruel waves of pleasure through my body, but no release. I continue to practice my female mannerisms. Crossing my legs, sitting up straight. Occasionally, I speak aloud, perfecting my female voice until its nearly seamless.

Click.

My hair filled out down my back naturally. I take a handful of estrogen supplements in the morning, and these past few months have really improved my feminine identity. I rarely go out, opting to stay in and perform my tasks: cooking, cleaning, fucking. When Max isn't home and I get the time, I participate in hypnosis, tuning out the outside world and shedding the 18 years of my life I spent as a boy. I wasn't Matt anymore. I am Megan full time now.

Click.

Its been thirty minutes now. Two hours until my master arrives. It won't be guaranteed then, though. He rarely fucks me five minutes into walking through the door, though I don't think he'd oppose to a surprise blowjob in the doorway. That would only suffice to make me hornier. He normally likes to eat his dinner, unwind, tell me about his day, for the first two hours. Then he usually watches tv. He likes for me to sit on his lap and grind on him slowly while he runs his fingers over his property. If we do that tonight before sex, I might just explode.

Click.

Pretty soon now, I'll need to reapply my makeup. I put it on haphazardly this morning and so it only held long enough to see him out the door. The sweat from my workouts also kinda ruined it. I workout anywhere from 2-4 hours a day by myself. It keeps me thin. I don't do anything ass-wise, Max likes for that to stay big. Working out while waist training also enhances the effect. My body has a curve to it now I would've never dreamed of. Maybe if I was this proactive as a boy in working out, I would've kept my girlfriend. Oh well.

Click.

An hour passed. I'm literally quivering in my skirt, the bulge in my panties rubs me torturously. And when I get like this, my sensitive nipples rub in my bra. This is agony. And what if the worst happens? From time to time, Max matches with some girl on social media and brings her home. He'll fuck her right in front of me. I would literally explode. When I begin cooking, it'll take my mind off of it. I start clicking my pink converse sneakers together (Max is into the whole American school girl aesthetic) to stay amused and distracted. I blow a big bubble with my bubble gum.

Click.

It's an hour out now. My makeup and fragrance are fresh. I'm using his favorite perfume scent, hoping to entice him to ravage me out the gate. I begin humming to myself as I start dinner. It helps a little. Before long, I'm practicing my sex moans and screams out loud, they drive Max wild. Before long, I hear the cathartic hum of my knight's motorcycle pulling into the garage. I'm shaking with anticipation as I place the food on the table and go to greet him at the door.

Click.

Max opens the door. His gorgeous rugged face gives me an intoxicating look of indifference that makes my body yearn for him to notice me.

"Hey, baby, your food is ready." I try so sound as adorable and girly as possible.

Without a word, he pulls me in, wrapping his big muscular arms around me, making me feel warm. I can feel his defined musculature and washboard abs through his sweat-drenched white work-shirt. His masculine scent makes me light headed. He shoves his tongue in my mouth, exploring it, while leaving quite of volume of the thick saliva from his mouth in mine. Our lips smack three times, before returning to the dirty open mouth tongue-rape. He then smacks my ass hard and gives me a sly grin that nearly puts me over the edge.

He walks around me, making a bee line for the table, leaving me still dumbfounded by the door. He removes his jacket and places his keys on the counter before planting himself in his usual chair.

"Hey, babe, can you grab me a beer?" he asks in his smooth, low voice.

I blink back to reality, my freshly lined lashes fluttering as I do so.

I pull open the fridge, retrieving an IPA, and place the cold bottle on the table.

"Thanks," he says, slapping my ass again. He uses his palm to slam the bottle cap off on the edge of the table in one swift motion. I sit across from him, applying my womanly practice today: legs crossed, back straight. I giggle in my girly voice at any minor semblance of a joke in his enthused recounting of his day.

It's about halfway through the meal when I find myself not listening to what he's saying. Instead I just stare intensely at his lips, occasionally exploring the perfection of his tattoo and scar-laden body with my eyes. The body of a warrior. My heart pounds in my ears, my clit leaking a little when I see him smile. Then I hear it, faintly over the hum of silence and my heartbeat, like it came from underwater.

"Please fuck me," the voice says.

I shake my head, returning to the scene. Max stares at me sternly, predatorially. I realized it was I who said it. Out loud. Subconsciously. Without another word, Max stands up, unbuckling his belt, taking me by the arm. He stands me up from my chair only to slam me down hard on the table. My dainty body is completely overshadowed by his large, masculine frame. I rest my weight on my elbows as I look back at him, unzipping his pants and pulling his pants down to his ankles with intent.

"The fucking slut wants me to fuck her, is that it?" he says.

My clit leaks in my panties. I can only whimper in response.

He finally retrieves his massive, hairy, veiny cock, and I can smell it in all its sweaty musky glory from the table. He rubs his cock a few times on my ass, skirt and panties, before stripping me of the latter two, pulling the thin pieces of fabric down around my ankles. I look down briefly to see my cotton panties dressed over the top of my converse and think "this is the real deal".

He spreads my smooth ass cheeks widely, placing the length of his cock in the sliver and rubbing it along, making sure to press extra hard into my pink point of entry. The sensation causes me to gasp. Satisfied with himself, without any condom or hesitation, he slams the entirety of his cock into my boipussy, and my mind melts away.

With random speed, but constant intensity, Max proceeds to fuck my brains out on the kitchen table, grunting like a caveman as he does so. The table slamming against the wall would be loud enough if it weren't for my screaming. He pauses for a moment, as I look back at him in terror.

"You're too tight, you're not training your pussy enough," before delivering an ungodly amount of spit onto my hole and then fucking it inside to act as a natural lubricant.

"It's also clear you're not getting enough dick training, I'm taking tomorrow off work, so we can fuck through the weekend. I think it will be good for you."

After another ten minutes of the non-stop onslaught, I finally reach long awaited climax...spraying my girly juices all over my untouched plate of food. Not long after, Max slams home one more time, his cock twitching, as it spills an enormous amount of semen into my womb. Max slides his wet limp cock out of my abused hole. Without saying a word, he reaches passed my worn out, panting body, grabbing my plate. He places the plate between my legs, and smacks my ass so hard, my pussy opens up, spilling the load Max just fucked inside me onto my dinner. He tosses the plate back on the table, before lighting a cigarette.

"Finish your food, then we'll go again," he commands in a serious tone, as he wades naked into the den to watch tv. I see him flop into his big chair, cracking open a can of beer before flipping on the news. Over his shoulder, I see the news is running an update story of the disappearance of a high school senior named Matt several months ago.

I pull my skirt and panties up, the rest of the hot load still leaking out and running down my leg. When I sit down, I wince a little, as a bruise had formed on the back of my leg where his heavy balls smacked into it with each thrust. I begin eating my plate, which at this point is now an 80% cocktail of mixed cum. A tear rolls down my face.

Click.

An unknown amount of time passes. I notice we're in the bathroom now. Max is still smoking his cigarette. We're in the bathtub, and I'm straddling Max's chiseled naked body, riding his cock. The water flows and ebbs as I gently roll my body on his pelvis. The warmth of the bath and of Max is soothing. Max begins to grunt, and soon after I feel a hot sensation, hotter than the bathwater, in my ass. The sensation sends me over the edge and my clit leaks out onto Max's chest. Max scoops the pathetic liquid up with his pinky, placing it on my lips. He then pulls me into his chest as we lie there in the bathtub, together.

Click.

The next time I gain awareness, the sun is up again. Max's large body is hunched over me, humping me like a wild dog. I turn to see he has deep bags on his eyes...we must've fucked all night long. My pussy is sore, and wet. It feels like literal gallons of impregnating fluid was pushed inside my body last night by Max's penis. My mind and body are at peak exhaustion.

Max grabs my hips one more time, shoving all 10 inches in once more, and delivers onto me yet another pint of cum. I begin to question if the sheer volume of semen inside my body would be enough to override my male biology and grant me pregnancy. Seems like wishful thinking. As Max stands up and briefly leaves the room, I get a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror. My makeup had sweated off, I was completely naked. I was covered in bruises and scratches, most likely due to the nature of the hard 10-hour penetration marathon, and my tongue was lulled out of my mouth drooling, signaling my unquestionable satisfaction.

Max returns back from his journey to the den, holding a larger dildo then the one he'd given me previously...more comparable in size to his cock. Without another word, he shoves the dildo inside me, down to its massive silicon balls, in a manner similar to the butt plug he put inside me the night he took my virginity. He takes a chain, wrapping the base of the artificial cock around my ass and back to my front side, fastening it to my cage, making self-removal of the dildo impossible. I lift myself off my knees, feeling a large volume of liquid shift inside me. With the weight of his semen inside me, I must be at least 5 pounds heavier.

"That'll keep you nice and loose for tomorrow...I'm out of cum for you today, you greedy fucking whore, so you'll just have to wait. God damn, look at you," Jake says framing his fingers like a camera lens. "Its been only a few months and I've turned you into a cock-craving cum addict...or maybe you were just always like that. Either way, it's just pathetic. But that's okay sweetheart. I'm the only one on this planet that gets you. You stick with me, and I'll give you as much cock and cum as you want." With that, Max spanks my ass hard again.

He rolls off the bed, slowly walking out the bedroom door. "Whip us up some breakfast, I'm starving."

I smile, looking down at my belly...and for a moment, I imagine I'm a beautiful girl, carrying a baby inside me. I shake the thought off, as another tear rolls down my cheek, and stand up off the bed, adjusting to the object in my pussy. I head down the hall towards the kitchen.

Click.

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oh do keep this going, :)

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