“So you probably have some questions now,” the red head… Scarlett said.
Riot… Riot Queen ignored her, face scrunched up as she tried to think of a name that didn’t sound like a heavy metal porn star’s alias. And failed utterly.
“Yeah, sorry… it’s kind of weird and shit but-”
Weird?
No…
“Weird is ‘Hey, I didn’t know we had the same birthday’ or ‘Wow, that guy has a pet iguana he carries around everywhere’.” No. This was well past weird.
This was…
“Fuck you,” Riot said, standing up, unsteady in her heels, though more from the fact that she still felt a raging hard she-prick between her legs than for the fact that she’d suddenly found herself walking in them. “Fuck you both.”
“Hey that’s not-”
“Wait a minute you need-”
She shoved past them both, new muscles yearning to do more but her annoyance pushing her forward and out of the crowd. She wanted to be alone. Now.
“Wait, Riot where are you-’
“Break time Phil,” she said, glaring at the now shorter man which promptly shut him up. “You manage the register like a good boy… or else.”
Ugh, even her words were betraying her. Why was she talking like some kind ruffian… with a sadistic streak a mile wide and weird need to make everything sexual somehow. Thankfully Phil took the hint and stayed the hell away. Rufus had pulled himself out of the moat, again-
“Useless fat fuck. If he could fight worth a damn I’d still have pussy!” It was petty she knew, and possibly wrong, but her new gonads weren’t listening to anyone’s opinion but her own. And for a girl suddenly drowning in testosterone for the first time in her life she thought she was doing pretty good not to punch out anyone’s lights as she stomped into the employees bathroom and locked the door.
“MOTHER FUCKER!”
Before screaming as loudly as she could, kicking the tiled wall so hard she left a rather nasty hole in it. Glaring at the hole then at her foot before turning towards the mirror and sink. Cold water on and soon splashed against her face as she took in all that had… changed.
Taller?
Check.
Stronger?
Check and double check.
Tits…
Riot yanked up her top, not as easy as it looked even with the vastly reduced amount of fabric. Her massive new hooters seemed designed to fill the garment in the most lecherous way possible but also were so tightly packed in there that while she’d easily show some nipple through it, actually spilling out was harder to do even if she was jumping and cartwheeling all over the place like her differently dressed clones out there.
And she definitely had their measurements.
“Jeez, these things are just…”
She wanted to say ‘stupid’. Spherically silicone stuffed jumbo melons, but for some reason she couldn’t summon the contempt or hatred for her new tits no matter how big and dumb she thought they were. Or tried to think they were. Instead they were just making her hard again, looking at those perfectly proportioned dickmilkers, knowing that no man could look away, no woman could help but envy, her body screaming out that she was about sex and-
Looking down between her new melons Riot glared at another errant piece of new anatomy. Perhaps the most significant, given how the rest of her looked and even sounded.
Riot Queen indeed. Belt buckle undone her cock sprang out, an itty bitty thong the only undergarment she wore now, panties unmade and then remade into hot pink that matched her hair and shoes. While her…
“Eight inches… fuck me.” And how she wanted to. Looking at herself was making her so hard it hurt. And worse still was knowing she had those two bitches to blame. Each with big fake tits like hers, fat piece of she-meat the same as the one in her hand, big thick asses like the one barely holding up her shorts as she leaned back against the wall of the tiny bathroom. It wasn’t fair!
Those sluts were out there… and she was here. After they went and ‘recruited’ or ‘converted’ or whatever her into one of them. The least they could do was give her a reach around as they pounded her ass. Or maybe that chatty redhead could put that mouth to work, sliding up and down her shaft as she gripped onto her wild red hair and pulled her flush, fucking her face till her cock erupted and gave her a whole helping of Riot’s ‘special sauce’ straight from the tap.
Though going all in, bending one of them over a table, fucking the living daylights out of her as proper repayment for getting the shit (or more correctly, her ‘sex’) kicked out of her during that fight. That would be good… so good it-
“Ah… oh gawd damn,” Riot moaned, pumping her cock up and down faster and faster. Her fingers, topped with painted pink nails gripped the hot velvety flesh of her own precious penis, urging it further and further. Letting the new pleasure of her new sex drown out her worries and cares. She craved the release, the attention… part of her wanted to tuck it away, grab Phil, and make him watch! Make him beg… make him a real man who knew how to please a real woman like her.
“Once he’s had my ass he’ll never be able to look at anyone else the same way again…”
Eyes closed she tried to remember herself… she’d been shorter. Shorter hair. Red-head… brown? She’d had a pussy. Of that she was certain. A naughty little female cunt that Scarlet and Skies had kicked and kicked and beaten out of her as she’d become strong and powerful and-
Oh so damn hot!
“Yeah… take it… you want it don’t you. You want me!” She could see herself, or a shadowy recollection of herself, spread eagle and whimpering. Sex eager to be filled, taken… taken by the cock it now was. The cock it should be. Should have always been.
Memories betrayed her, as her altered personality wouldn’t seem to allow her to fully want to be someone else, least someone that she saw as weak, or repressed, or as not-a-totally-hot-and-badass bitch like Riot Queen. The sense that something had gone wrong, that her life had been altered along with her body couldn’t fight this overwhelming expression of rightness.
She tried to hold on, to picture herself again, to see that past self, that female sex as something other than another expression of her new sexuality hard and novel and on the edge but-
“Oh-OH~ gawd damn…”
But the crescendo of ejaculation, of her new orgasm… it made her feel like an entirely new kind of woman.
And damn her, she likedit.
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