That night. Chris had both my mother and I at the same time. We were both under his and his father's infernal curse. When I went downstairs to greet them both I immediately saw my mother now sporting two fake breasts. I saw confusion in her eyes as she saw my new form. Confusion turning to horror as it dawned when my stepfather explained how much better I looked.
My stepfather immediately started ordering me around. My body responded immediately, the same as it had to Chris's order. I was lying on the ground exposing myself before I knew it. Wasting no time his dick was already inside me. Plunging in and out of my new hole. He forced my mother to watch naked, as he made comments on my tightness, and flexibility. It was a relief when he finished and sent both my mother and I upstairs.
The relief didn't last long for either of us. We both spent the night with Chris. He took his time over both of us. I got more familiar with my own mother body than I'd ever wanted to be. We were forced to watch as Chris took his time with both of us. Forcing us to perform sexual acts with him as a pair. We were both stuck in this humiliation as he used and abused us throughout the night. Catching my mom's eyes, I saw a defeated sorrow that I was sure was reflected in my own.
I went to bed with the taste of my own mothers’ snatch covering my tongue. Chris had forced us into a 69 position, and I had licked and sucked at her. Hearing her moans from below as her own tongue entered and teased my hole eliciting shameful groans from me. Eventually exhausted, the nightmare ended, and we collapsed asleep.
The next day at school my new reality started to really sink in, as I entered the schools’ halls in the short pleated skirt Chris had ordered me to dress in. I felt my previous male friends undressing me, leering at my exposed legs. The other girls avoided me, and I heard a couple choice words being muttered under their breaths as they stared disdainfully at me.
In my first class of the day, I came face to face with my new reality. It was Mr. Gaff's math class. Even as a male I disliked Mr. Gaffs lectures, finding them boring. When called upon in math for a question my voice rang out high and ditzy " Like, umm... I don't know". My face burned at my teacher’s resigned disappointment, and the sniggers echoing from my classmate. I wasn't called upon for the rest of class. I handed in the end of class pop quiz having not answered a single question but had doodled a big juicy cock along the edge of the test paper.
Before I left class Mr. Gaff called me back with a gruff "Daisy, dear stay back for a moment." and the rest of my classmates trickled out of the room. A few girls looked back over their shoulders at me and smirked.
Mr. Gaff and I stood there just a moment as we were left alone, and the door to his class closed shut. Stepping forward I felt him grab me into his arms. I briefly panicked trying to yell before his lips locked over mine drawing my breath into his mouth. His hand reached up to crudely fondle my breast over my shirt. I felt my body start again working on auto-pilot as I responded to his advances. In my new reality memories started flickering in my head of our meetups in the past.
I knelt down and he pulled his massive cock out of his pants. My eyes locked on his erect member, and I leaned forward and took his length into his mouth. This was my second cock that I had sucked. The novelty was worn very thin. Mr. Gaff only had me suck his cock for a minute, before he sat me on his desk, and stripped the rest of my clothes off except my skirt.
I felt his hand reach up and tighten around my shim throat, as his dick entered me from behind. His cock entered me roughly from behind as he pinned me onto his desk. I realized my body was warming up despite my internal disgust. The nipples on my chest felt like hard diamonds. I felt his cock grow slick in my juices, allowing him to push deeper in. My body was moaning and crying making sultry moans in response to his cock. I felt myself arching my back urging his cock to hit deeper into my pussy. The pleasure
With a grunt I felt his body tense against me as he finished. Inside I felt a spurt of warmth as his seed hit the walls of my womb. Mr. Gaff drawing his dick out quickly composed himself and got dressed. I felt a brief pang of emptiness without his length filling me, but I scrambled to put my clothes back on feeling cum drip down my leg. Clapping a hand crudely on my ass Mr. Gaff sent me out of his class.
I felt myself regain control stumbled out into the hallway. Finding a bathroom, I stared at the girl in the mirror as tears welled in my eyes as I considered my new life. I had to find a stall to relieve the pressure in my bladder and also clean my panties, which had some of his cum on it. Author Page Chris's Bitch part 1 Similiar Story