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Down the Rabbit Hole Part 2 (Preview)
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 20:44:03 +0000 UTCStory being reviewed. Art is basically done.
Down the Rabbit Hole – Part 2
The first thing Jack noticed was warmth. A deep, insatiable heat pulsing through his veins, seeping into every fiber of his being.
No. Not Jack anymore. The thing reminded him. And he wasn't a He anymore. He could feel it pulsing. Over and over with every beat of his... no... her heart.
Jackie’s lashes fluttered, the sterile glow above burning her sensitive new eyes. The memories hit like a dull ache—Lily’s voice, the needles, the whispers of what she was becoming.
She tried to move, but even the slightest shift sent an unbearable wave of pleasure rippling through her core. Her body responded instantly, skin tingling, nerves alight. A slow, creeping horror settled in. Something was missing. Something new was there. Something was wrong. But the warmth—it wouldn’t stop.
She sat before her reflection, wrapped in delicate lace that felt too perfect, as if tailored for this body. The curves, the softness—it was real. Her fingers drifted downward, hesitating over the spot that shouldn’t exist. But it did.
Wet.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, the first true confirmation of her undoing. The soft, yielding heat beneath her fingertips was nothing like before. The smooth, slick warmth welcomed her, responded to her. She clenched her thighs together, but it was too late. The body in the mirror wasn’t Jack’s anymore.
Training Begins
The instructor’s hands were firm on her hips, forcing her into a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Men want it to feel natural," she instructed, watching Jackie’s every shudder, every gasp. The toy beneath her pulsed against her, stretching, filling, teaching.
Jackie gritted her teeth, her legs trembling with effort. The pleasure was unbearable, automatic, and it horrified her how easily her body responded. She was being reshaped, molded—no, trained. The instructor tilted her chin, watching her eyes glaze over. "You’ll crave the real thing soon enough."
Jackie had to do this, over and over again, it was her job now, the only thing her body... her needy trecherous body, would let her do. She couldn't think right when she was this horny. All she wanted to do was end the need, but somehow
every time it got worse.
Breaking In
The first one wasn’t the worst. Neither was the second. But by the time the fifth man filled her, Jackie had stopped counting. There was no resistance now—only reaction. Every thrust ignited something deep inside her, something she couldn’t shut off.
Her body welcomed them eagerly, always wet, always tight, always ready. Their hands guided her, their voices praising her, claiming her. Her breath hitched as another hot release filled her depths. She should be disgusted. But all she could do was moan, beg for more.
She lived for it now.
One Year Later
Jackie’s reflection was perfect. Long platinum waves cascaded down her shoulders, her breasts perky, her lips plumped and pouty. She adjusted her corset, ensuring her curves were on full display. The men outside were waiting.
She tried to remember what life was before this, but it was so distant now. Books, ambitions, being a man—none of it mattered. What mattered was this. The heat, the pleasure, the endless cycle of being used.
Jackie giggled, running a manicured hand down her thigh. She belonged to them now. And she loved it.
Comments
Namel909
The picture name you uploaded is 1 soo identical to the first picture in this series sss buuut oddly enough an image file i have not yet seen sss Still nice work sss keep it up sss
