The reaction from one Jill Valentine was immediate. Her eyes grow unfocused, a faint pink-purple gleam taking hold as the glow from Poison’s cock grew brighter. Each fevered thrust coming harder than the last, as her body, nay, her very soul was being thoroughly and utterly fucked.
And about to be rather fucked up, as the pistoning penis in her butt grew firmer, harder, larger even. Poison herself transported to hither unknown realms of pleasure and sensation as her already prodigious shaft swelled with the corrupting magic and gained inches of length and heft. A nearly footlong bitch breaker that pulsed to the tempo of her rapidly beating heart. Veins outraised and pumping hard as her balls quaked, dropping lower as the terrific power possessed her testes and bloated her ballsack. She only felt it, only knew this by the increased sway, as her shaven sack rocked back and forth, slapping against her thighs and Jill’s ass with each and every manic thrust she gave. Her lips were spread wide, tongue hanging out. Nearly drooling with sex induced madness as she reached the peak!
“Of god! Of god-fucking damn! I-I’m gonna… ah… ah-AAAAH!”
She slammed her rod upwards, lifting Jill off her feet, reaching around to old her arms and the police woman’s body close to her own as her cock drove deep, as deep as it could. The glow now visible even to Jill, who looked down and for the briefest moments had some awareness that something very, very wrong was going on.
And then those titanic twins shuddered, jerked up, and tidal wave of hot, searing hot cum pumped up and into her ass. She shuddered, the heat in her bowels unlike anything she had ever felt. Not just a bubbling tide of anal sex jism, but bizarrely hot, and crackling with power. It felt like static shocks running along the cock inside her, along her own inner walls. She cried out, a wordless moan as her sex pulsed to the tune of the ravaging rod that was so utterly conquering her. She knew she had to extricate herself, to pull out now if she wanted to-
“Oh! OH! I… I… ne-eeah… ah-aaah… oh fuck me…”
Not that her struggle mattered. It was already far, far too late. The corrupting magic erupting from Poison’s cock and filling her up with its tainted essence. Her limbs started to feel sluggish as time seemed to slow down. The pounding of her heart, the rush of blood, the only sound she could hear. Poison was crying out, screaming herself horse with vulgar meaningless expressions of desire and Jill heard not a one of them. She was sinking, drowning within herself…
Her m i
n d
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Slipping along the rain slick streets of Raccoon City, Jill Valentine moved like a shadow through these seedy alleys. Her target was close, and soon she’d have a source for the smuggler dealing in those strange drugs which were so common to the hills nearby and under research by some of the local pharmaceutical companies.
With her service pistol at the ready she was gonna make this bust and-
and-
and--
and---
THE MEMORY BURNED LIKE A FILM REEL SET TO A CIGARETTE LIGHTER. THE COLORS BLEEDING AWAY AS IT HER MIND FELL BACKWARDS AND-
-and she’d walk away with nice little bonus. These boys were dealing without her approval and she needed to make sure they understood how things worked around here…
Jill hope she wouldn’t need to shoot anyone… that would probably lead to questions from her stuck up supervisors. At least the ones she couldn’t bribe with under the table deals.
Or ‘services.’
She wasn’t too proud not to get on her knees if it resulted in some cold hard cash, and if stupid men too busy thinking with their dicks were willing to let her take even more off the top for little bit of fun with the rookie, well, she wasn’t gonna say no.
She had plenty of experience in knowing exactly what felt so good, and as long as they kept thinking about her as the slutty newbie they’d never think to check how much she was taking… or what else she might be packing.
“Shame I can’t afford to spend anything on those fine looking whores back there,” Jill said as she felt her not-so-little friend twitch between her legs. But she knew not to mix business with pleasure, least not while she was still getting the lay of the land. And until she had enough dirt on those around her to use as leverage she didn’t want it coming out that she was a very ‘special’ kinda girl. Shaking her head, Jill let out a soft chuckle and said, “Losers probably wouldn’t let me suck their dicks if they knew I had one.”
But that was only temporary. Soon this dirty dickgirl cop would have nice comfy position and enough authority (and cold hard cash) to get her way. She’d be the one sitting in the nice desk, making some underling suck her off...
Just as soon as she found these damn idiots and beat some sense into them. The herb trade was gonna be her personal business!
---
She writhed, twisting like she had a hot poker and not a cock up her ass. Which it was increasingly feeling like she did, even as the pleasure of that invasion, of this volition, continued to grow. Jill Valentine could feel her mind coming undone, bits and pieces of herself pulling apart and putting themselves back together again in new, more twisted ways. She couldn’t remember why she’d come to this club at all…
---
Gonna put the terror of me into these Skull gang punks. They don’t want to pay protection money? Well then they aren’t protected from me!
---
And when she could she felt disgusted by what she remembered.
She wasn’t like that! She was good, honest, decent-
She was tough, cunning, and took what she wanted because-
“Nnngh… st-ahp. Stop… I need to-oh. OH!”
The cock brushed against some spot within her, some new and perversely sensitive point and her whole body shuddered in response. Anal sex had never, could never have felt so good before…
“Before this pink-haired punk made me her bitch.”
“No, no that’s wrong!” Jill thought, shaking her head even as that point of pleasure expanded, swelling within her as a new organ, as a new purpose came upon her very biology.
Only for other thoughts to argue with her. “Right. I’m nobody’s bitch… nobody’s till now. Fuck this is a good fucking! Goddamn, I need to bend over and take it up the ass more often… wonder if any of the whores around here are packing?”
“N-no… I’m… I’m J-Jill Valentine and-”
“And nobody fucks with me… but that’s no reason nobody can’t fuck me right? Maybe I need to get a bit more action, blow off some steam and re-think things. It ain’t been easy since I had to move here after all.” Jill clenched her fists, twisting about like a worm on a hook as her insides twisted, terrible sense of wrongness possessing her sex as her whole body rocked from the force of Poison’s cock penetrating her, pumping long, potent, perversely corrupt loads of spunk into her. “Shit. I feel like I can finally think clearly for the first time in months! God, I needed an ass fucking like this.”
“Stop. Stop it. Stop thinking like that! Please,” Jill’s own mental voice was dwindling, this other version of herself growing stronger and stronger, louder and louder. She didn’t even notice her sex pulsing, swelling with vulgar new purpose.
Her clit protruding outward from her labia, growing erect and than growing more. Ripening purple plumb of feminine pleasure that seemed earnestly driven to reach a size far, far beyond what it should have. Growing and growing, lengthening upward and outward. The rush of blood and sensation as it stroke the rim of her black skirt like a bolt of lightning up her spine.
“HOLY SHIT?! Am I growing a cock… wait… is that why…” Jill’s thoughts tumbled over one another. As who she was and who she was becoming connected, drifting close and then separating again. Jill praying that the connection would give her the strength to escape.
Only for her hopes to be dashed.
Utterly.
“M-more… fucking more,” Jill said, moaning out as her eyes took on a glint of twisted lust as she gazed at the mockery, the disgustingly perverse inversion of her own sex which was fast taking place. “Fuck… come on. Make me real. Make this stupid slit having goody two shoes nothing but bad fucking dream I’m about to wake up from!”
Jill shook her head, trying to clear the alien thoughts which were fast taking over. Striving to remember herself, anything that she could hold onto!
---
“Come on Chris… I’m waiting.”
Jill waved her ass about behind her, like a red flag before a bull. This was risky, she wasn’t sure Christ had drank enough to ignore the stiff cock bobbing between her legs even with her panties pulled down to obscure it. But she wanted to just get fucking destroyed by dick tonight and her muscle headed partner was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Plus she felt like she owed the guy something since there last case had come up with nothing… seeing how the evidence needed to get ‘lost’ so as not to implicate her.
Letting him fuck her ass was the least she could do…
---
And finding nothing. Nothing but more and more memories of her perverse, twisted existence as some amoral shemale freak! A conniving cock sporting bitch that drank and fucked and whose greatest goal seemed to be squandering her talents on comfortable living and a large bank account.
And with not the drop of pride or shame she possessed that would stop her from dropping to her knees and prostrating herself for the sake of those goals!
“God, what fucking stick-up her ass cunt I used to be… come on Pinky! FUCK ME UP AND FUCK HER OUT OF ME!”
Her stomach, or somewhere lower, gurgled in complaint. Her body shivering new constantly as the heat made her feverish. She felt bloated and awful and like so much was wrong and-
Needed to go…
She clenched her fists again, her toes curling in her shoes as her bobbing three inch clit rose up and down like fleshy pendulum. And pushed…
Her cunt squirted clear liquid across the floor, five feet and then some in spray as it tightened impossibly tight upon itself. She could feel her womb withering, compressing about itself and pushed roughly to the side by the growing prostate that Poison’s cock continued to press against in her unkindly ministrations.
“No… stop. No more!” Jill cried out into her mind as the heat flowed through her body. Her breasts, freed from her top with by the force of the fucking bouncing upwards even further, even farther! She scarcely noticed it between the unmooring of her ovaries and the fastly masculinizing nature of her reproductive system… but her breasts were growing larger. Heavier. Rounder.
Her nipples pushed outward, more vulgar as the mounds on which the rested rose up from her chest. The sensation a slow, even swelling of flesh and fat, like oily cream rubbed under her skin and stretching them outward.
“Oh… what the fu-ck?!”
Till there was sudden and indescribable spike of sensation, cool and hot. The rounding becoming more noticeable as her chest protruded with a now slight, but unmistakable firmness that had not been there before. Her ass fucking had just induced a boob job, and each tit ballooned outward with their, her, new implants filling them. Between the growth that had already occurred and the unceasing bouncing of her now strip-club worthy knockers, Jill wasn’t sure how much she’d grown, how much was silicone; but the fact that she sported some big fake tits was driven home each time they fell and the weight of them came crashing down upon her.
“No… this is disgusting! I’m not… NOT LIKE THIS!”
“Oh shut up! Do you have any idea how much these cost… or would have? Whatever. Be thankful we’re not some tiny-titted tramp anymore!”
The growth above her top took her attention from the one below her skirt, but the fleshy protrusion, now beet red and past six inches would not be ignored for long. It flopped from side to side, from thigh to thigh, rubbing unceasingly upon the lower rim of her tight black skirt. Which itself seemed to be growing tighter, shortening ever so slightly and letting her rod rise higher and higher. The material gaining a lacquer shine as it tightened upon her still penetrated ass.
Which had the unexpected side effect of putting pressure on the swollen mass that had been her womb. The churning, egg destroying furnace of soon to be testes, bloated and swelled with fervor, a passion for woman unmaking that announced each new abominable alteration to Jill. She felt the rough cramps as her womb wrapped about her once ovaries. She felt each quickening pulse as those orbs grew larger, riper. She trembled as her new sack, pushed, and pushed, and pushed-
Till it need push no more. And her eyes widened, terror/glory shining through as her cunt finally began to right itself. The birth of her old nature, the destruction of what had been finally coming to fruition.
She shook her head, trying to deny it even as a grin took over her features at points. The slow, inexorable passage of ballsack through cuntpipe erasing the later with every fraction of it that was traversed. Her feminine sex annihilating itself so as to create her new, better existence.
“No… I-I shouldn’t be a… I shouldn’t have a…”
“COCK! GIVE ME MY COCK AND SHUT THIS PUSSY LOVING WHORE UP FOR GOOD!”
Her clit-her cock, trembled as it crested seven inches and plumped in a most dick like fashion. The rounded cap pushing forth from newborn foreskin and a pissslit winking for the first time as her new urethra dribbled pre like a fountain. Spurts of it raining down upon the floor where her squirted feminine fluids had once spattered mere moments ago. While below it, her cunt spread wide, for one last and final time. A pale and hairless sack pressed agaisnt the entrance, the last egress of her womb turned testicles as her body readied the ejection of the old, sour, Jill Valentine at last!
“NNNGH!”
*POP*
It was loud and clear and could be no other sound but that of her balls pushing forth at last. Jill staring at them with horror as she realized that, if there had been hope, it was now and forever gone. Her cock was rising, her balls dropping low and swelling as her vision swam with spots. More and more of her was taken by, becoming this disgusting dickgirl perversion of herself and she couldn’t-
Remember
“Why… why is this wrong? It’s wrong.. It’s wrong, right?”
---
Jill Valentine felt a strange mental embrace about herself. Larger, heavier, firmer tits pressed into her back as she was kissed upon the cheek. A large cock poked between her legs and rose to attention. She turned as much as she could and beheld herself.
“Come on dickless… stop being so fucking down. I’m gonna take good care of things now. We’re going to live it large, fuck up anyone who tries to ruin our business… whether it be idiot gangs or zombie loving weirdos… and you’re finally gonna have the balls you’ve always deserved…”
Jill felt a vacant happy smile come over herself as she turned towards her doppleganger.
“Yeah… balls are nice,” Jill said, not even noticing as one dropped from her naked slit, joined by another a moment later in her fresh new sack. Her clit stiffening fast and hard, pressing against her partner’s rod in rapid motion of growth and erection that soon had mirrored shafts flush and together. Weeping streams of pre that dribbled down each stiff length of male sex they sported.
“And we deserve better tits… even if they’re fake…”
“We do, don’t we?”
Jill’s breasts inflated, quickly reaching the size of her… partner… herself.
Her true self.
She smiled, giddy, as she reached the glorious shemale state she was supposed to have.
And Jill Valentine stepped away from the mirror, blowing a kiss to herself and-
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Erupted!
A jet of cum that streaked heavenward and splattered against a hanging lamp. And then another and another! More and more as her balls emptied a lifetime’s of womanly nature in one fabulous male ejaculation that seemed to go one without end. Her eyes unfocused as every last memory and trace of her old existence faded finally from her conscious mind…
Though the look of adoration she gave as she turned and gazed at Poison showed that some part of her, some subconscious piece, remembered the boring cunt she’d been when she’d had one and felt neverending gratitude for Poison’s cock setting her free of that at last.
“Goddamn, did I need that ass fucking,” Jill Valentine, shemale cop (and wannabe hustler) thought to herself.
Mon May 06 22:50:41 2019
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