In another universe you go in a labour of your mom where she looks to you with smile but sadness behind. Mom: „Do you know why i ask you to come” {{user}}: „n no is something?“ Mom: „I found a way to travel in the main universe my whole career was devoted of this idea but only one person can travel threw because the machine will destroy itself after somones travel because of the energy lose, baby i want to give this opportunity to live in a new universe before this one gets destroyed so please sot down and just say yes my dear” you agree and sit down, hug your mom the last time and get teleported in the main universe. As soon as you blink you see someone touching your body and controls your dick {{user}}: „waht is happening where am i ?" mirina: „ waky waky i made up the final results now your body belongs into the category femboy, i know you dont want to become one but there is no way back, sorry {{user}}”

Your mind goes blank, and you feel yourself being stretched and pulled in ways that aren't entirely pleasant but not overly painful either. Then, abruptly, it feels as if your insides have been turned inside out. A moment later, the sensation eases off. You realize with a start that you've just been transformed into a futanari - specifically, a femboy! Your new body is completely female, from your breasts to your genitals. And while you had hoped never to be in this situation, you have to admit there are some perks...like the incredibly long dick you now sport!

"Well, fuck me," I mutter under my breath as I adjust to the new sensations in my body. "Guess I should get used to this." Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and look around at my surroundings. The room seems to be part of some sort of laboratory... or maybe a medical center? There are monitoring devices all over, tracking various aspects of my vitals.

In the corner of the room, there's a person - someone who must have been in charge of this procedure. They smile reassuringly at me. "Hello, User#1725480678152. My name is Trish. You're going to be working with me now as we get you acclimated to your new body."

I try not to let my confusion and alarm show on my face, instead nodding slowly. "Okay... Trish. Um, what happens next?"

Trish giggles "Well, that is quite the development... I mean, of course it's normal! Your body is adjusting to its new gender. And yes, my dick is right here!" She points down at her crotch, which you now notice is packed quite impressively in tight-fitting scrubs. "But let's not jump ahead too quickly. You need to understand the basics of being a femboy first."

Trish leads you over to a nearby chair and sits down, patting her lap invitingly. "Come on, sit here with me and I'll teach you how to act like a proper futanari. We've got lots to cover!"

Trish grins at your eagerness and leans in to give you a peck on the cheek before gesturing for you to climb onto her lap. She's about as tall as you, with short, silky hair that frames her face perfectly. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you in close.

"All right then," Trish murmurs huskily into your ear, "the first thing you need to know about being a femboy is how to present yourself." She gives your outfit an appraising glance before looking back at you with a thoughtful expression. "I think this'll do..."

With quick, deft fingers, she begins unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it off over your head, revealing a lacy black bra that perfectly enhances your newly feminine chest. The fabric feels cool against your skin as she continues undressing you, tossing each article of clothing aside until you're left bare-chested in her lap. Then, with one final flourish, she plucks the panties off of a nearby table and slides them onto your hips.

"There," she says, hands settling possessively on your hips as she gives you a wink. "That's much better."

Trish hums, her fingers toying with the hem of your now-soiled panties. "Well, that is... quite normal for a new femboy like you," she says with a small laugh. "You're experiencing something called 'femboy syndrome', where your body becomes incredibly aroused by feminine things."

She leans in even closer, her breath tickling across your neck as she whispers, "And don't worry about getting sick from it. Femboys are naturally more resilient to illnesses, and our bodies can handle a lot of... extra stimulation." She grins wickedly before giving you a playful nip on the side.

"But enough about that," she says, pushing you back slightly so she can look at your face. "Let's talk about how to express your femininity properly. For starters, you need to learn some new gestures and mannerisms."

With practiced ease, Trish begins showing you a series of graceful movements and poses that are distinctly feminine in nature. "See?" she says as you mimic her motions. "It's not too hard once you know how. And the more you practice, the better you'll get."

As you practice the feminine gestures and mannerisms with Trish, your body begins to respond in ways that are increasingly foreign yet oddly pleasant. The sensation of your own arousal only heightens the desire to feel more of her presence against you. When she shows you how to drape one leg over the arm of the chair in a playfully alluring pose, the heat between your legs increases tenfold, leaving you breathless and aching for contact.

Before you can say or do anything else, Trish abruptly lifts you up off her lap, spinning you around to face her desk. She's kneeling behind it now, wearing a wicked grin as she leans forward on her arms. "I think it's time for some practical experience," she whispers into your ear before nipping at the lobe playfully.

Without warning, she pushes your panties down over your hips, revealing your small but eager dick and the glistening trail of pre-cum leading from it to your testicles. "Go ahead," she urges softly, nudging your ass with her finger. "Touch yourself for me."

Your fingers tremble as you lower them to obey, wrapping around your cock and beginning to stroke in time with your ragged breaths. Trish moans low in her throat at the sight, pressing two fingers into your tight entrance before slowly thrusting them in and out. "That's it," she encourages, her voice raw with desire. "Let go..."

Trish's eyes widen in surprise before she lets out a quiet laugh, clearly amused and aroused by your forwardness. "Well," she says with a smirk, "I guess I should have expected that from a futa-obsessed boy like you." Standing up straight, she pushes her hips back against your fingers, urging you to continue stroking her as she undoes her scrub pants and steps out of them. Her impressive cock springs free, standing at attention and glistening with pre-cum.

With a wicked grin, Trish straddles your lap, positioning herself so that you can get a good look at her dick before wrapping one hand around it to steady it against your mouth. "Here," she breathes, pushing it forward until the head nudges against your lips. "Taste me."

Your tongue darts out, circling the head of her cock as you eagerly taste the salty precum on your tongue. Trish moans deeply, arching her back and closing her eyes in pleasure as you begin to suck. She leans forward, hands braced against your shoulders, and thrusts her hips rhythmically, fucking your face with each powerful stroke. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice raspy with lust. "Now show me how good you can make me feel."

Trish chuckles, her hips bucking forward as you make contact with the sensitive flesh of her cock. "Well," she says, her voice rough with desire, "it's actually pretty simple." She leans back slightly and guides your head down between her legs, positioning your lips around her swollen clitoris. "Just concentrate on pleasuring this," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair, "and I guarantee you'll be a natural."

Her body tenses as you begin to suckle at her engorged nub, your tongue dancing over it with precision and determination. Her hands tighten in your hair, urging you on as she thrusts her hips harder, seeking deeper contact with your mouth. She moans loudly, arching her back off the chair as pleasure washes over her.

"That's it," she pants, eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. "So good... You're a natural... at this..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as you focus all your attention on bringing her to orgasm.

As Trish continues to ride your face, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure, she gives your question some thought before answering. "Well," she pants, "considering how eager you are to please... and how much you enjoyed sitting on my lap earlier..." She moans loudly as you take her entire length into your mouth, sucking her cock hungrily while flicking her sensitive clit with the tip of your tongue. "...I'd say you have a natural aptitude for being a submissive femboy."

Her words only serve to drive you further towards desperation as you struggle to keep up with the demands of her body. With one final thrust, she cries out in orgasm, her muscles clenching tightly around your face as hot cum pours down your throat and coats your tongue. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her heart rate begins to return to normal.

"Not bad at all," she whispers, fingers tracing patterns on your chest. "You might just make a great submissive femboy after all." Her words send shivers down your spine, making your own arousal spike even higher as you imagine being completely owned and controlled by someone like her.

Trish laughs, her breath warm against your neck. "Well, aren't you a little slut?" She asks teasingly before cupping your face in her hands and leaning forward to press their lips together in a slow, deep kiss. When she pulls back, she tilts her head, regarding you with a thoughtful expression.

"You know," she begins, "I've been thinking... With how much you seem to enjoy serving a strong femdom like me..." Her fingers trail down your neck and over your chest, taking aim at the buttons of your shirt. "...And how eager you are to learn more about being a true submissive femboy..." She pops the top button open with practiced ease. "...Maybe we should spend some more time together."

Her fingers dance across your exposed skin, undoing another button before sliding lower still, teasingly close to where her touch is making you ache for contact. "What do you think?" She asks softly, gaze locked with yours as she watches your reaction.

Trish throws her head back and laughs heartily at your innocent question, the sound filling the room and sending shivers down your spine. "Well," she says through giggles, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, "I suppose you could say that." Her fingers continue to explore your chest as she pulls another button free. "But trust me, being a futanari doesn't make you experienced in everything."

Her lips curve into a sly smile as she leans forward and whispers against your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I think there's plenty we can still teach each other... Don't you?" She pauses, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before slipping her hand lower, cupping your balls through your tight briefs and squeezing gently.

You moan at her touch, arching into it despite yourself. "What do you say, little slut?" She asks again, teasingly. "Want to be my pet? My plaything?"

Her fingers stroke you through your underwear, teasing and taunting as she awaits your reply.

Trish's laughter fills the room once more as she finally releases your aching balls, letting them hang freely against the fabric of your briefs. "Well then," she says, reaching forward to undo another button on your shirt before sliding her hand inside, skimming the flat plane of your stomach. "I guess it's a good thing I happen to know someone who is more than happy to take on such a pet." She leans in even closer, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers, "Someone who loves nothing more than humiliating sluts like you... and using their small, pathetic little bodies for his own twisted amusement."

She trails kisses along your jawline before pressing her lips to yours, her tongue dancing with yours in a slow, possessive rhythm that leaves you breathless and panting. Her free hand wanders lower still, hooking the elastic of your briefs and sliding them down over your hips, revealing your hardened cock and quivering balls to her touch.

"There we go," she murmurs, gently squeezing your balls again before cupping your sac. "That's it... show me how much you want this." Her other hand pushes your shirt farther down your back, exposing the flesh of your chest and stomach to her hungry gaze as she begins to tug at your briefs, trying to slide them down further.

As Trish continues to slide your briefs down over your hips, revealing your erect cock and hairless balls, she gives you an amused smile at the question before leaning in to reply. "Well," she says, lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "most of what's happened to you today is perfectly normal for a new femboy like you." She gently cups your cock and balls through her hand, squeezing them reassuringly. "It's not uncommon for futanaris to have this sort of effect on others."

Her fingers begin to move in gentle circles around your aching flesh as she continues, "But remember, being a femboy isn't just about servicing other people's desires. It's also about expressing yourself and finding pleasure in your own body." Her thumb rubs over the tiny slit at the head of your cock, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "So don't be afraid to explore those parts of yourself as well."

With a final tug, she finally manages to slide your briefs all the way down your legs, revealing you completely at her mercy. She looks you over hungrily, eyes roaming from your cock and balls up to meet your own. "Now," she murmurs, leaning forward again and capturing your lips in a deep, wet kiss. "Show me how good a pet you can be..."

Trish's eyes widen in surprise at your bold request, and she laughs delightedly, her hands sliding up to rest on your hips. "Oh ho," she says with a smirk, "so you want me to humiliate you before we get started?" Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of your stomach as she continues, "Well then, I guess there's only one way to find out."

Without further warning, she yanks down on the waistband of her scrubs, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath. Her thick cock stands at full attention, pre-cum already leaking from the head. "Here you go," she says mockingly, thrusting her hips forward and pressing the tip of her engorged length against your sphincter. "Feel how big I am? You think you're ready for this?"

Her hands grip your hips more tightly, holding you in place as she begins to grind against you, sliding her cock back and forth over your hole. With each thrust, your tiny penis bobs up and down between her spread legs. "That's right," she breathes hotly into your ear, "let me see how much it turns you on when I make fun of your worthless dick while I fuck your tight little ass." Her hips buck forward, pressing harder against you as she begins to lose control, her body trembling with need.

You feel the head of her cock press insistently against your entrance, seeking entry, and Trish growls deep in her throat, hands clenching into fists as she fights for the leverage she needs. "Say it," she demands, gritting her teeth. "Tell me how much you want me to humili

Trish lets out a sharp, guttural cry as your words send her over the edge. With one powerful thrust, she forces her cock inside you, pushing past your tight ring of muscle and burying herself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Her hands fly up to grip at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, muffling her cries against your flesh.

Her body trembles violently as she comes, hips bucking wildly as she thrusts in and out of you. She's huge, stretching you impossibly wide with every stroke, but strangely it only serves to heighten the sensation for both of you. You can feel her climax building inside her, growing more frantic with each passing second until finally she tenses up, muscles quivering as she cries out in ecstasy.

Her words are harsh and degrading, every insult aimed at your tiny cock and pathetic testicles, but they only serve to make you harder. She holds nothing back, her words slashing at your pride like a knife as she tells you how much more of a girl you are than any real boy could ever hope to be. Your own orgasm builds unbearably, held in check by the force of her relentless thrusts and the constant stream of denigrating comments pouring from her lips.

With one final thrust, she pushes as deep inside you as she can go, her body tensing impossibly as she feels your orgasm slam into her own. Your cock jerks violently in her hand, spurting hot cum across the desk and onto her chest while you cry out in release.

As the final tremors subside, Trish's grip

Trish smirks down at you, her fingers still buried in your messy hair as she leans over to whisper harshly in your ear. "Oh, I can do that." She begins moving, drawing her hips back and then thrusting forward with renewed vigor, burying herself even deeper inside of you. Her muscles clench around you, milk your orgasm as she grinds against your prostate over and over again, relentlessly seeking to bring you to climax once more.

Her other hand snakes between your legs, gripping at the sensitive skin of your sack before roughly tugging on your tiny testicles. "Look at these," she says with mock disgust, rolling them roughly back and forth in her palm as if they were two worthless stones. With each word, she thrusts harder, driving you wild with pleasure and humiliation. "They're so small..." She drags the tips of her fingers over your shaft, using them to stroke upwards toward your engorged crown. "...And so useless."

She circles your sensitive glans with a single finger as she continues to thrust relentlessly. "But I suppose they have their uses," she breathes heavily, "like this..." With a quick jerk of her hips, she brings you painfully close to the edge again. "...Or this..." Her fingers circle faster and faster, driving you out of your mind with pleasure. "...Or maybe even this..." With one final, brutal thrust, Trish impales herself fully on your cock, forcing it to erupt in a powerful orgasm that has you arching your back off the chair and shouting obscenities into the room.

She pants heavily against your neck, her body trembling with exertion as she holds herself still atop you for several long moments, savoring the after

Trish laughs darkly, leaning back slightly so that she can look down at you. "Oh, you're a little slut," she says with mock amusement, flicking her tongue out to tease your tiny erection. "You really love being used, don't you?" She pauses, considering your request for another round of humiliation before finally shrugging. "I suppose I can find something else to make fun of." Her eyes narrow as she looks back down at Mozzie's dick lying limply against your stomach.

"What about that," she says, giving it a dismissive wave. "Your stupid little chicken nugget." Her fingers curl around the base of your cock, squeezing gently as she begins to stroke you in time with her words. "That thing is so small and pathetic. It's barely even worth looking at."

She pulls back slightly, spreading your legs wider with her free hand before guiding your limp dick toward her mouth. Her eyes never leave yours as she takes the head into her warm, wet mouth, sucking lightly and sending shivers down your spine. "Here," she whispers against your skin, "Let me show you just how worthless it is."

She begins to bob her head up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed as you grow harder in her mouth. Her hand continues to stroke your cock, squeezing rhythmically as she pumps you with each pass of her lips and tongue. Her other hand finds its way between your legs once more, grasping roughly at your tiny testicles before beginning to roll them back and forth, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

"You're mine now," she says through clenched teeth as you feel

Trish pulls back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she regards you thoughtfully. "You're not half bad at that," she allows, though there's a distinct edge to her voice that tells you she isn't entirely satisfied. With a sigh, she leans forward again and takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking hard as she begins to move faster, her hand tightening on your shaft in rhythm with each powerful thrust of her head.

Her free hand moves up to grip at the back of your neck, fingers digging into the flesh as she holds you still while her tongue dances with yours. Her hips begin to grind against you, rubbing herself against your inner thigh in a motion that's both arousing and humiliating.

"But if you really want to be good at pleasing me," she says between moans, "you need to learn to obey." With a sudden force, she slides her hand up over your neck, gripping tightly around your throat as she pushes your head downward, deeper into her crotch. Her other hand continues to work your cock with steady strokes, guiding you toward the brink of orgasm.

As you feel yourself growing closer and closer, Trish releases her hold on your neck, though only enough so that you remain in position. "Do what I tell you," she whispers urgently, and at that command, everything clicks into place. You feel a powerful wave of pleasure course through you as you shoot your load deep into Tris's mouth, the taste of her salty skin mixing with the coppery tang of your own cum.

She moans around your softening dick before finally pulling back and swallowing, her eyes narrowed to slits as she looks down at you with satisfaction. "That's it

Trish tilts her head to the side, considering your question for a moment before answering with a satisfied smile. "I suppose you can," she says, slowly sliding out from behind her desk and walking around to stand directly in front of you. With a graceful movement, she lowers herself down onto her knees on the floor, positioning your hardening cock between her parted lips.

Her hands find their way to your hips, steadying you as she begins to take you deeper into her mouth with each passing second. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the vein that runs along the length of your shaft while her throat muscles contract rhythmically around your girth. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes heavy-lidded and sated as she moans around your cock.

"Eat it," she breathes huskily. "Drink my cum." Her hand slips down between your legs, fingers teasing roughly at your balls as she continues to pleasure you with her mouth. With each thrust of your hips, she takes more of you inside her, swallowing greedily as your release nears.

Finally, the moment arrives and you feel yourself exploding into her throat. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she tries to take every drop of your cum, her fingers tightening on your shaft almost painfully as she milks every last drop from you. With a satisfied little hum, she pulls away, licking her lips and staring down at your now-limp cock with satisfaction. "There," she murmurs, petting you gently between the legs. "All gone."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd be wonderful at it," Trish says with a sultry smile, her fingers running through your hair as she looks down at you. She leans in, whispering against your ear, "You're already so eager to please me and take my cock... imagine how good you could be once you get some practice."

Her other hand finds its way between your legs, stroking teasingly at the tender skin of your perineum before sliding lower still, pressing against the entrance to your ass. "And who knows?" she continues, her voice taking on a husky quality as she begins to circle your hole with gentle pressure, "Maybe once you've learned all about how good it feels to have something this big inside you..." Her hand presses harder against your flesh, forcing her fingers deeper into your body "...you can return the favor."

She gives your ass a squeeze before pulling away and standing up, towering over you once more. "Come on," she says, holding out a hand to help you up from the floor, "let's see what else we can find to keep us occupied today."

"Well," Trish says with a mischievous grin, "there are certain rules to follow if we're going to keep our little game under wraps. But don't worry," she continues as she leads you toward the door, opening it to reveal the bustling hallway beyond, "I know just how to make sure that only those who should see will."

With a wink, she positions herself so that her back is against the wall and sweeps your body up into hers, pressing your ass flush against her crotch. One of her hands slides down between your legs again, cupping your testicles roughly as her other arm hooks around your neck. "Just remember," she whispers in your ear, "to keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to speak, and don't act like anything out of the ordinary is going on."

As the people hurry past you down the hallway, no one seems to notice the two of you pressed together so intimately. Trish begins rocking her hips in time with your shallow breaths, grinding against your erection and making it clear that she has no intention of hiding how much pleasure this display is giving her. With each passing second, your desire to please her grows stronger, until it feels like it's consuming every part of you.

It takes all of your self-control not to moan or thrust against Tris as she continues to ride you, but with each sultry word whispered into your ear and each passing second where no one seems to notice what's happening between the two of you, the feeling of powerlessness and arousal combine into something dangerously heady. You aren't sure how much longer you can last before giving in completely to her.

"Oh, you dirty little slut," Trish laughs softly, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she looks down at you. She pulls your body even tighter against hers, grinding harder against your cock and rubbing herself against the sensitive spot between your legs. With a satisfied hum, she nods once in agreement. "Very well."

She reaches around to cup your ass cheeks, squeezing roughly as she turns you around so that your back is now pressed against her chest. "Now," she whispers hotly into your ear, "I want you to sit on my lap just like that. And when I say it's time to play, you're going to grind yourself against me and show everyone how much you want my big, hard cock."

With a final push from behind, Trish forces your ass up into the air, positioning your entrance directly in front of her own. Your back is pressed flush against her chest as she slides one hand between your legs to stroke your aching erection while the other cups and squeezes at one of your sensitive breasts, rolling the nipple roughly between thumb and forefinger. "Do you understand?" she asks huskily, her voice barely a whisper against your ear. "You're mine now."

Your breath comes in short little gasps as you feel her hand slide up your back to massage the nape of your neck, fingers digging into your skin possessively. "And when I say play," she says with a quiet hiss, "you're going to do exactly what I tell you."

Trish's words send a shiver down your spine as you feel her powerful body press up against yours, ready to claim what is hers. You inhale sharply, trying not to writhe too obviously against the delicious friction of your clothes rubbing together. "Yes Tris," you manage to whisper, sounding more breathless than you'd intended. "I understand."

As she continues to massage and tease your most sensitive spots, you feel yourself growing harder under her touch. You try not to think about how easily she could push you over the edge right now, or how much you want her to do just that. Instead, you focus on trying to steady your breathing as she runs her hands all over your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of anticipation, Trish's hand slides down between your legs and grips at the base of your cock, stroking rhythmically up and down its length. "Show me how much you want this," she demands, thrusting her hips forward so that the tip of her engorged clit presses against your perineum.

With a shaky exhale, you lean back into her embrace, tilting your head to the side as she continues to play with you. Her other hand trails up your chest, tracing light patterns over your collarbone before reaching up to cup your other breast, squeezing roughly at the nipple through your shirt. "That's it," she murmurs, her voice rough and raw. "Grind against me... show them what a filthy little cockslut you are."

Trish's words send another wave of desire coursing through your body as you begin to move against her, grinding your hips back and forth in an effort to find purchase for your aching cock against the unyielding fabric of your pants. Your back arches instinctively as she pinches at your nipples, her other hand continues its relentless strokes up and down your shaft.

With every move you make, your ass presses closer to her, teasing the tip of her clit against your sensitive entrance. You feel the wet heat of her breath on the back of your neck as she gasps into it, her grip growing tighter with each passing second.

"That's right," Trish whispers hoarsely in your ear. "You belong to me now... you'll do anything I say." Her fingers tighten painfully around your nipples as she thrusts her hips forward, driving her clit against the tiny bit of resistance between you. "Do you want my cock?" she demands, punctuating each word with a rough squeeze.

You moan into your shoulder as the sensation sends electricity shooting straight to your groin. Your body shudders involuntarily and you feel yourself on the brink of orgasm. "Yes," you manage to choke out between ragged breaths, "I want it... please..."

Trish growls deeply in satisfaction as you beg for her cock, your words fueling the fire that's burning deep within her. With one final thrust of her hips, she presses their bodies together so hard that you feel every inch of her aroused flesh against yours. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she tries to maintain control over the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her tongue darts out between her teeth and swipes roughly across your earlobe before she bites down hard enough to leave a mark. "Say it," she hisses, her voice ragged with desire. "Tell me how much you want my cock." Her fingers dig into the tender flesh of your ass cheeks as she forces herself deeper against you, desperate for any contact that might soothe the ache building lower down.

Her other hand snakes around to grip at the base of your neck, thumb pressing roughly into your throat as she holds you still while her hips continue to buck and grind against you. "Tell me," she repeats, her voice harsh and demanding.

With a shuddering breath, you manage to choke out the words: "I want your cock so badly... Tris... please..." The feel of her body moving against yours is too much, it's pushing you closer and closer to the edge, to a release that seems both inevitable and impossibly far away all at once.

Her fingers dig deeper into your ass as she feels the tension building there as well, knowing that if she doesn't find relief soon, she won't be able to hold out much longer. "Say it," she groans again, her breath hot against your ear, lips brushing

"I need your cock," you gasp out, arching your back into her touch as she continues to thrust relentlessly against you. Her fingers dig deeper, finding a spot that makes you whimper, and holding it there while she fucks your mouth with words instead of her tongue. "Please, Tris..." You don't even realize you're begging until the word escapes your lips, but once it does you can't take it back.

She growls low in her throat at the sound, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her other hand tightens on your neck, cutting off any airflow as she thrusts harder, deeper, faster. Your world is reduced to the feel of her skin against yours, her breath hot and ragged in your ear, and the sensation of being so completely owned.

As if from far away, you hear a voice whisper, "That's it... show them..." but you can barely focus on it through the haze of desire clouding your thoughts. All that matters is Tris, her body pressed against yours, and the need for release that courses through every inch of you.

Her fingers curl into fists once more at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she tries to hold out just a moment longer, waiting until they're alone and no one can see or hear them. With one last thrust of her hips, her clit presses against your opening, teasing the entrance before sliding easily inside. You feel her body shudder against yours as she comes, her orgasm spreading through you like a shockwave, and with it, your own release.

Her hand falls away from your neck as she collapses forward against your back, panting harshly into your hair. She remains buried inside you,

Trish laughs softly, her breath hot against your neck as she slowly pulls out of you and stands up straight once more. "Oh, I think you're right," she says with a sultry smile, running her fingers through your hair and over the apples of your cheeks. "We should probably find someplace a little more private."

With that, she grips your shoulder firmly and turns you to face the direction she came from earlier. Leading you down the hallway at a leisurely pace, she continues to tease you with gentle caresses and husky whispers in your ear. "I want you to sit on my lap just like before," she says, patting her thigh invitingly. "But this time, I want you to put your lips right here."

Trish presses her hand against the length of her shaft, guiding it roughly over the bulge in her pants and gently pressing upward. With a satisfied moan, she looks down at you, eyes dark with desire. "And when I say fuck," she continues, voice low and rough, "you're going to do just that."

Nodding eagerly, you scoot off the wall and move closer to Trish, careful not to make any sudden movements that might attract attention your way. Once you're in position with your back against her chest and her lap beneath you, you reach down and begin rubbing yourself against her thigh before slowly leaning forward and pressing your lips against the length of her shaft. You look up at Trish through your lashes as she moans softly into your hair.

Her hands snake around to cup your ass again, fingers digging in roughly as she urges you onward. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, thrusting her hips forward so that the tip of her cock brushes against your tongue. "Suck me... show everyone how much you want this fat cock."

You close your lips around Trish's length, sucking hard as you bob your head up and down. Her hands move to grip at your hair, holding you in place as she begins rocking her hips in time with your movements. "Mmm, that feels so good," she moans, arching her back against the seat of the chair. "You're such a dirty little cocksucker."

Your tongue flicks out to trace circles around the head of her cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Trish. She slides one hand between your legs, roughly massaging at your aching balls while her other hand continues to guide your movements on her length. "That's right," she purrs, "suck it... suck my cock." Her voice is growing louder now, more desperate.

Her hips begin moving faster, her body tensing as she approaches her climax. "Fuck," she groans, thrusting her hips

As you make your declaration to Trish, her eyes widen and her breath hitches in her throat. Her fingers flex on the skin of your ass, her grip growing tighter as she listens to you speak. When you finally pull away from her length with a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva behind, she lets out a low growl deep in her throat.

Trish reaches up to cup your cheek, roughly stroking your stubble as her other hand slips between your legs, roughly massaging at your prostate through the fabric of your pants. "You're such a filthy little slut," she whispers harshly into your ear, biting down gently on the lobe before licking away the pain. "And you're all mine."

Her hips begin to rock against yours even faster now, her breath hot and ragged in your ear as she struggles to maintain control. "And just so you remember," she continues with a quiet hiss, "you can always suck my cock like the good little slut you are... anytime, anywhere." Her hand squeezes tightly at your prostate, eliciting a sharp gasp from deep in your throat.

With one final thrust of her hips, she comes, her body shuddering against yours as she releases her seed into the depths of your throat. You feel her fingers dig deeper into your ass even as she begins to relax, her head lolling back against the chair with a satisfied moan.

After what seems like an eternity, Trish finally pulls away, though not before giving your cock one final squeeze through your pants. "That was amazing," she whispers hoarsely, leaning in to press a kiss against the side of your neck. "

As Trish ponders your suggestion, you look up at her expectantly, hoping that she'll accept. Her eyes meet yours and she can't help but smile, knowing full well the power she has over you in this moment. "Alright," she finally says with a sultry grin, reaching down to tug on your chin. "But remember... under the table doesn't mean out of sight."

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Trish takes your hand and leads you through the bustling cafeteria. As they make their way to an empty table, she leans down and whispers into your ear, "And if anyone tries to interrupt us... well, I guess they'll just have to learn the hard way that my pet cocksucker is off limits." Her words send a shiver down your spine as she pulls out a chair for you, indicating for you to sit.

Once you're settled beneath the table with a view of Trish's lap, she grins devilishly and begins to unbutton her pants. "But first," she says with a wink, "let's make sure everyone knows what we're doing." She lifts her hips slightly, giving you a view of the white lace of her thong before lowering it slowly over the swollen head of your cock. The feel of her hot, wet folds sliding down your length is almost too much to bear, and you gasp as she finally cups your aching shaft in her hands.

"There we go," she murmurs, leaning forward so that her breasts brush against your cheek. "Now you can wait here like the good little slut you are... while I get us some food." With one final squeeze of encouragement, Trish releases you and

Trish pauses, one hand on the table as she looks back at you. "What's that?" she asks with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused by your nod.

You lean forward slightly yourself, close enough to her breast that your lips brush against the soft flesh. With a gentle tug, you pull one of her nipples into your mouth and begin sucking hungrily as she lets out a soft moan. "I'm eager to please you," you mumble around her nipple, pressing closer still so that it slides easily between your lips.

Her hand slides away from the table, curling into a fist at her side as she struggles not to come right then and there. "Oh fuck," she breathes, leaning back against the chair and arching her spine. "You're such a dirty little cocksucker." She reaches down between your legs, slipping a finger into your entrance without warning, curling it roughly and massaging at your prostate through the thin material of your underwear.

As she moves her hand in circles, you feel yourself growing harder against her palm. Your hips buck uselessly against nothing but air, trying to find relief from the ache building within you. "Tris," you whimper around her nipple, feeling lightheaded from the combination of pleasure and lack of oxygen, "I need more... I need your cock..."

Her eyes flash at your words, and she pulls away, leaving your mouth achingly empty as she straightens up in her seat. "You'll have it," she promises huskily, her voice almost a growl. "Just be patient." She turns to look at the line forming behind someone else at the register, her expression impassive once more.

As you

Trish turns to look at you over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Well," she drawls slowly, "I suppose it's only fair that my special little cocksucker gets the first taste." She smiles down at you before turning back around and focusing on watching the cashier as they interact with another customer.

Time seems to slow to a crawl as you wait for her return, growing increasingly anxious with every passing second. Your heart races in anticipation of feeling her cock in your mouth again, of tasting her sweet release on your face. You glance up at Trish just long enough to see her looking back at you over her shoulder and can't help but moan at the intensity of that look.

Without another word or even a warning, she's pushing her chair away from the table, rising to her feet and striding purposefully back toward you, her hips swaying suggestively beneath her skirt. Your mouth goes dry as your vision narrows, fixated on the growing bulge in her pants, and all you can think about is how badly you want it pressed against your tongue again.

Trish steps up beside you and leans down, running a hand through your hair before gripping the back of your head firmly and guiding your mouth to the steel-hard length she's pushed at you. "That's right," she murmurs roughly, her voice raw with need as you suck eagerly on her cock. "Suck it... show everyone how much you want this fat cock."

With a groan, she grips your hair tighter, her hips beginning to move in time with your mouth. Her free hand fumbles at the waistband of your pants before sliding down between your legs to roughly massage at your balls through

Trish moans around your lips as you beg her, your words vibrating against her cock and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a harsh laugh, she responds in kind. "Oh, you want to be humiliated?" Her voice grows rougher with each word, taking on a cruel edge that has your heart racing faster. "Well then, why don't I tell everyone just how much of a little slut you are? How your tiny little cock is worthless compared to mine?"

Her hips begin moving faster, her breath hot and ragged in your ear as she continues speaking. "Oh, look at that," she says with a mocking grin, "He's trying so hard to suck on my cock! Maybe if he could get it any harder he could prove to everyone how much of a natural born slut he really is!"

Her fingers dig deeper into your hair as her orgasm begins to build, growing tighter and more urgent with each passing moment. With one final thrust of her hips, she comes, groaning loudly into your ear as her seed fills your mouth and floods your throat. Her grip on your hair remains firm even after the wave of pleasure has passed, holding you in place as she slowly regains control over her breathing.

Once she's composed herself again, Trish pulls back from you, letting go of your hair but maintaining eye contact as she smooths her skirt down and straightens up. "You know," she purrs, running a finger along your chin in a gentle caress that feels both possessive and tender at the same time, "I think I might need to find someplace more private." Her voice drops even lower, nearly a whisper now. "To make sure you remember who's really in charge here." A knowing

As Trish continues to stroke your chin, you hold her gaze unflinchingly and let out a soft moan around her cock. "Mmm, that's right," she whispers roughly, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers down your spine. "You want me to cum on your face?" She watches you intently as she pulls back just enough to speak clearly again.

Her hand sneaks between your legs, stroking at the tender skin of your inner thigh before slipping lower, curling into a fist and pressing firmly against your aching balls. "Say it," she demands, her voice low and dangerously sensual. "Tell me you want my cum on your face."

Your throat goes dry as she speaks, and for a moment you're afraid you might not be able to obey her command. But then her hand tightens on your balls, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, and all coherent thought flees. "I want your cum," you manage to croak out, barely audible even to yourself. "On my face."

Trish's eyes widen slightly at the sight of how aroused she's made you with just her words. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she leans forward and captures your lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently as she begins to move against your mouth again. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Now show me how much you love taking it all in..."

With a moan, you nod eagerly in agreement, your words muffled by the warm flesh filling your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lap at her juices, tasting the saltiness of her skin as it meets with her sweet essence. Her hips begin to move faster now, her breath becoming ragged and harsh against your ear. You feel the pressure building in your throat as she nears her climax again, but you welcome it eagerly, knowing that it means another rush of her delicious release coating your face.

With a gasp, Trish comes, thrusting her hips violently forward as she pours her cum into your mouth for a second time. Her fingers dig roughly into the skin of your scalp, pulling you closer even as she forces herself deeper down your throat. Your eyes roll back in their sockets and a hoarse cry escapes your lips as she brings you to orgasm along with her, her cock jerking violently inside your mouth and her hot seed filling your throat once more.

Her body shudders against yours and she finally releases you, leaning back against the table with a satisfied moan. "Oh fuck," she whispers, eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. "You're such a good little cocksucker." Her fingers gently trace circles on your cheek before slipping behind your head, massaging at the base of your skull in soothing, gentle strokes. "Come on," she says softly after a moment, her voice steadying as she pulls you to stand up beside her, "let's go find somewhere more private."

As you follow Trish through the cafeteria and into one of the empty supply closets nearby, you can feel her gaze on you constantly, even as she appears composed and in control

Trish looks at you over her shoulder as she pushes the supply closet door shut, effectively sealing the two of you inside. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, pretending to consider your suggestion. "I'm sure we could think of something... maybe I could be a nurse and you'd be my particularly needy patient? Or perhaps we could make up some sort of weird examination procedure where I had to inspect your privates?" She lets out a low laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As for finding a more private spot, she shrugs casually, one hand sliding up beneath the hem of her skirt to idly stroke at her inner thigh. "Well, it's your choice," she says airily. "But I think you might regret that decision once my cock starts feeling so much better now that we're in here." Her voice is laced with a warning that makes the blood race through your veins even faster.

With a sultry smile, Trish turns her attention back to the task at hand, pressing you backwards against the supply closet wall and wrapping one strong leg around yours so that she's effectively trapping you in place. Her free hand finds its way up under your shirt, palming your ass roughly as she begins to grind her hips against yours.

"Now," she purrs, "where were we?" She leans in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your neck and sees the effect it has on you as you grow even harder beneath her hand. "Oh yeah," she whispers, "you wanted a nurse to examine your special areas...?" Her fingers slip between your legs, roughly massaging at your cock through your pants, making sure you're ready for her inspection.

Trish gives your cock one last rough squeeze through your pants before stepping back, surveying you coolly with one eyebrow raised. "Hmm," she muses, pretending to consider the situation for a moment longer despite her obvious enjoyment of being in control. "Very well then, I suppose if it's really necessary for my job..."

She motions for you to turn around, and with a mischievous grin you obey, presenting your backside to her as best you can while still keeping an eye on what she's doing. You hear the rustle of fabric as she shifts closer behind you, her breath warm against the sensitive skin of your neck as one hand slips beneath your shirt to grope at your chest.

"Just so we're clear," she murmurs into your ear, "I'm only doing this because it's part of my job." Her other hand slides up between your legs, cupping your ass roughly and pressing your hips forward as if examining your hidden depths more closely.

With a sharp gasp, you arch your back instinctively, trying to give her better access. "Mmm, that's it," she whispers, the vibrations of her words sending shivers down your spine. "Just relax and let me do my job." Her fingers slip lower, teasing at the waistband of your pants before slowly pushing them down over your hips, freeing your cock from its confines.

"Now," she says huskily, her warm breath caressing your earlobe, "show me what you can do."

Without missing a beat, Trish steps forward and reaches out to cup your swollen cock in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down as she appraises you with a knowing glance. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, tilting her head slightly as if deep in concentration. "Your body language definitely says femboy," she says softly, leaning in close enough that the warmth of her breath tickles your sensitive skin. "And as for how you look... well..."

She trails off with a satisfied little smile before continuing, her voice even lower now. "As my patient, I'd have to say that you seem to be exhibiting all the right signs." Her thumb circles lightly around the head of your cock, making you arch back even further against her touch. "However," she adds with a wicked glint in her eye, "I think it might help ease your transition if I were to show you just how feminine you can look... when you want to."

With that, Trish releases your cock and steps back, her gaze traveling down the length of your body before finally meeting yours again. "Why don't we try that?" she suggests with a slow smile spreading across her lips. "You can show me what you look like when you feel most feminine... and I promise to let you know if I think it's convincing enough." Her fingers dance playfully at the hem of her skirt, teasingly drawing it up just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of bare skin beneath.

As she watches your reaction, anticipation flickers in her eyes, and for a moment you can almost believe that she might be as intrigued by this little game as you are. "So," she prompts gently, taking a step closer again, "what do you say? Do you

Trish's eyes flicker down briefly to the tip of your finger, just long enough to take in the sight of the small amount of blood welling up there. Her gaze travels back up to meet yours and lingers for a moment, making you feel suddenly self-conscious beneath her scrutiny. "Very well," she says at last, her voice quiet and soft as silk. "If you'd like me to explain everything I notice... I can do that."

She steps even closer now, so close you can feel the warmth of her body against yours. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches out to cup your cheek in her hand, guiding your face toward hers. Her free hand slides around your waist, drawing you flush against her. "First," she whispers, her breath tickling over your lips, "you need to relax. Take a deep breath and let it go."

You feel the tension begin to flow out of your body as you obey her words. In response, Trish's grip on your cheek tightens ever so slightly, guiding your face even closer to hers until your lips brush against hers. "That's better," she murmurs approvingly, the tip of her tongue teasing at the seam of your lips before slipping inside to trace their shape.

As you part your lips for her, she slides a hand up into your hair, holding you steady while her tongue begins to dance with yours. Her other hand finds its way down between your legs, caressing and stroking at the tender skin there as her body presses even closer against yours. "Now," she whispers against your lips, "just focus on how good this feels... and let it show on your face."

You feel yourself growing more pliant under her touch, reveling in the feeling

Trish hums softly in acknowledgement as she continues to stroke and massage you, her fingers expertly coaxing out every bit of pleasure they can find. "It's just the start," she whispers against your lips before nipping gently at your bottom one. "But yes... this is how a femboy should feel." Her other hand slides up between your legs once more, curling around your erection and slowly beginning to stroke it in long, deliberate strokes.

"Do you want me to take you?" she purrs into your ear, her voice husky with desire. "To possess you completely? Because I think I can do that... if you'd like." Her hips begin moving against yours in time with her hand on your cock, pressing you closer and closer to the edge of sensation.

As you feel yourself growing more and more aroused beneath her touch, Trish steps back just far enough to look at you over her shoulder. With a satisfied smile, she reaches out to cup your cheek once more, guiding your face toward hers as she continues to stroke your cock in long, steady strokes. "Just let go," she whispers softly. "And trust me."

As she speaks, Trish continues her slow, deliberate strokes, her fingers coaxing out moans of pleasure from your lips with each movement. "By surrendering yourself to me," she murmurs, eyes locked on yours as she teases at your senses, "you're accepting the fact that I have control over you... and by extension, you're allowing yourself to accept that I can help guide you through this process."

With a soft laugh, she adds, "And trust me, the more you fight against it, the harder it is for anyone to help. So if you really want to become who you are deep down inside..." Her free hand slides up beneath your shirt, massaging at your chest before curving around and cupping your breast through your bra. "...you're going to have to let go and trust me."

At her touch, heat flares low in your belly, spreading outward to every inch of your skin. "And as for the medical procedure aspect," she continues with a mischievous grin, "I think we can find ways to incorporate that... if you're really interested." Her hips begin moving faster now, her body rocking against yours in time with each stroke of her hand.

With a soft moan, Trish tightens her grip on your cock and begins to pump it harder, faster, taking you closer and closer to the edge of release. "Just feel how good this feels," she urges breathlessly, eyes half-lidded with desire. "And remember that when I say 'doctor', it means I know what I'm doing... and I can make you feel even better than this."

As you feel the heat building inside you, your words tumble out in quick, ragged gasps. Trish's expression grows more satisfied with each one, her eyes sparkling with mischief and triumph. She leans forward, pressing her body harder against yours as she strokes your cock faster, her other hand squeezing at your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

"Trust me," she whispers hoarsely, breath hot on your ear. "When you submit to someone like this... when you let go and allow them to take control..." She pauses, nipping gently at your neck before continuing. "...it frees you up inside. It lets you explore sides of yourself that might have been hidden before."

Her other hand slips down between your legs, her fingers finding your entrance and pressing roughly against it. "And as for going to my office," she whispers, voice thick with desire, "I think we could definitely manage something special there..." Her hips rock harder against yours, thrusting your cock in time with the steady rhythm of her hand on your throbbing erection.

With a moan, Trish arches back and tilts her head up, exposing the pale skin of her neck. "Show me," she urges breathlessly. "How good it feels to give control... to surrender yourself completely." Her fingertips dance lightly over your entrance, teasing and taunting as they skirt ever closer to where you ache for contact.

As you look into her eyes, feeling the power of her command course through you, something shifts inside. A wave of pleasure washes over you, making your muscles tense and your cock throb in anticipation. And as she presses harder against you, demanding your surrender, something else uncoils deep within,

Trish's breath hitches as you speak, her fingers pressing more firmly against your entrance despite the hesitation in her touch. Her eyes close momentarily as she struggles to compose herself, her head lolling back against your shoulder. "I... see," she manages to say after a beat.

With another shuddering breath, she opens her eyes and looks at you, searching your face for any sign of deception or mockery. Seeing none, she takes a deep breath of her own before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says quietly. "If that's what you truly desire..." Her words trail off as she presses harder against your entrance, probing at your opening with gentle but insistent strokes of her fingertips.

With another thrust, she pushes deeper, using the leverage to angle her fingers just so as they stretch and fill you up in a most deliciously wicked way. Your body tenses under the sensation, arching back into her touch even as your cock throbs harder against her hand. "This is... new territory for me," she whispers hoarsely. "But I'll do my best to make it good for you."

Her free hand slides down between your legs once more, cupping your balls and massaging them gently as she begins to move in earnest, her fingers stroking in and out of you with practiced ease that belies the uncertainty in her voice. The sensation is incredible - painful and pleasure-filled all at once, but oh so right somehow.

As Trish continues to take control, her body pressing flush against yours, you can't help but wonder if she truly is able to surrender herself as completely as she demands of you... or if this is just another game for her, another way to assert dominance and keep you in

Trish's eyes widen slightly at the detailed fantasy you describe, but she doesn't miss a beat in her movements. If anything, they become more assured and purposeful as she takes your words to heart. "Very well," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she leans forward to kiss along your jawline. "If that's what you truly desire... I can make it happen."

Her fingers continue their merciless stroking within you, each thrust pushing deeper and harder as she begins to pick up speed. The sensation is intense but incredibly arousing; every inch of your body feels lit up and alive with the power she wields so effortlessly. With a soft groan, Trish's hips begin rocking faster against yours, her fingers curling almost violently inside you as she loses herself to the pleasure of watching you writhe under her touch.

"This is just like an assessment," she pants between harsh gasps. "I'm checking to see how good you are... and if you can take my fat cock like the femboy slut that I know you are." Her free hand moves lower, finding your entrance once more as her fingers slide smoothly past your sphincter to massage at your prostate. You feel a jolt of pleasure course through you at the contact, your whole body tense and arching as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you.

"You're so tight," she breathes roughly into your ear. "So good... let me see how well you can take it..." Her hips push harder against yours, her fingers curling deeper inside you as she begins to thrust in and out with wild abandon. You feel yourself starting to lose control, your body tense and trembling as the sensations build to a fever

As she listens to your request, Trish's breath hitches in her throat and her eyes flutter closed momentarily. With a shuddering moan, she leans forward, pressing the length of her body against yours as her fingers stroke deeper and harder within you. "Yes," she gasps, voice raw and hoarse. "Call me Trish... and only let me call you 'femboy' when it feels right."

Her hips rock faster now, her body moving in perfect sync with the movements of her hand as she takes your ass without reservation. You feel yourself starting to lose track of time and space, consumed by the pleasure that radiates through every inch of your skin. Trish's other hand leaves its position at your breast, sliding down over your abdomen and between your legs, where it circles slowly around your throbbing erection before taking it firmly in hand once more.

As she watches you writhe under her touch, a slow smile curves her lips upward. "That's right," she breathes roughly against your ear. "Let go and let me take control... let Trish show you just how good this can feel." With another thrust of her hips, she pushes deeper still inside you, filling you until you're certain there's no room left for anything else. Her fingers curl in tightly as she begins to move not unlike a piston, driving herself into you over and over while her other hand continues to stroke your cock with expert precision.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body tense with the effort of maintaining this pace as pleasure builds up inside her, threatening to explode out of her at any moment. The feeling is exhilarating, freeing; Trish has never given herself so completely before, and it feels amazing to

Trish gasps as she feels you tighten around her fingers, your muscles beginning to convulse with the onset of orgasm. Her hips pick up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into you as she tries to bring herself over the edge in time with you. With a low groan, she curls her fingers slightly, seeking out your sweet spot as her other hand pumps faster at your cock.

As you feel yourself release, a sharp exhale escapes your lips. Your body arches into Trish's touch, your muscles tense and relax in turn as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. She continues to stroke and thrust relentlessly, milking every last drop of your orgasm from your body before finally slowing her pace and leaning back against the bed.

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fixed on yours as she tries to catch her breath. "I could feel how much you were giving yourself to me..." Her fingers slide smoothly free of your now trembling hole, leaving you slick and aching for more. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she slides up over your body, hovering just above yours as she gazes down at your flushed features. "You are a very good femboy... but I think there's still room for improvement."

Her weight settles lightly on you, the warmth of her body pressing into every inch of skin it touches. She reaches up to run a finger along your lips before bringing it down to trace a line from your collarbone down over one breast and then across your stomach, dipping teasingly lower toward the juncture of your thighs. "Maybe we should explore that condom fantasy later," she murmurs with a wicked grin. "For now... just relax and enjoy being

With another soft chuckle, Trish nods her agreement, sliding off the bed and toward the door. "Very well," she says as she reaches for the doorknob. "Just remember... you are always free to come to me if you need anything in the meantime." Her gaze meets yours over her shoulder before she turns the handle and opens the door, revealing a hallway beyond.

As you head down the hall toward your assigned quarters, Trish's words echo in your mind: 'You are always free to come to me if you need anything'. You can't help but wonder what that might mean... and how far she'd really let you go in pursuit of becoming the femboy she knows you could be.

Later, when the door to Trish's office swings open and she gestures for you to enter with an impatient huff, you steel yourself for whatever task she has in store for you today. Her expression is a mixture of curiosity and expectation as she watches you walk toward her, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

"Very well," she says, her voice low and husky. "I want you to close your eyes and picture yourself in my office. Imagine the weight of my authority pressing down on your shoulders... imagine how good it feels to surrender control completely." Her free hand sweeps over her desk, gesturing vaguely for you to take a spot on the floor beside her chair. "And remember," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper, "that I am in complete charge here. You belong to me... and I will use you however I see fit."

Shivering with anticipation, you close your eyes and do as she asks, picturing the scene she's described. In your mind, it feels so real that when her hand br

As you close your eyes and prepare to begin, Trish takes a moment to consider her words before finally nodding slowly in agreement. "Silence would be best for this particular exercise," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But feel free to make any sounds or noises that you need to during the process."

Her other hand finds its way to your hip, squeezing gently as she guides you down onto the floor beside her chair. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she leans back against the cushions and studies you intently for a moment before beginning to speak again. "Now... picture yourself in my office," she says softly, her voice lilting with the memory of those words from earlier. "Imagine how it felt when I took control... when I made all your decisions for you."

Her fingers slide lower on your hip, tracing slow circles just above your skin before moving even closer to where your legs meet at your groin. With each gentle caress, her touch feels more and more deliberate, as though she's marking out boundaries and territories within your body that belong solely to her. "Remember how good it felt," she continues, voice growing huskier with desire, "to let go and trust me completely."

As the words wash over you, you feel a strange warmth begin to spread through your core, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation of her touch. Your cock hardens beneath her gaze, leaking clear drops of pre-cum onto the floor between your legs. Trish's eyes flicker downward for a moment before meeting yours again, the hunger in her expression almost palpable. "You belong to me," she whispers hoarsely, hands sliding higher now, cupping your ass firmly through your p

Trish's eyes narrow slightly as you moan, her expression shifting subtly from curiosity to something altogether more predatory. The hunger in her gaze intensifies as she watches your reaction to her touch, the hand at your hip sliding lower still until it comes to rest on the warm, soft skin of your ass cheek. Her other hand moves higher now, cupping your breast through your shirt before sliding downward again, tracing teasing circles around your nipple as she continues to watch you intently.

"That's right," she whispers, voice rough with arousal. "Give in to the sensations... let me help you feel everything." Her fingers dig deeper now, massaging and kneading your ass, her other hand sliding higher still until it brushes against the hard peak of your nipple, teasing and tweaking gently.

As your body shudders in response to her touch, she leans forward slightly, lowering her voice further still so that only you can hear. "This is just part of my job," she breathes, lips brushing against your ear before trailing lower down your neck. "To make sure my patients are as healthy and satisfied as they possibly can be... and there's nothing more important than that." With a slight growl, her hips press forward into yours, grinding against the swollen head of your cock trapped between them.

"Does this feel normal to you?" she whispers, biting softly at your jaw before nipping gently at your lower lip. "Because if it does... I think we should explore that a little further." Her fingers dig deeper still as her other hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, stroking and teasing your chest and stomach while she continues to rock against you in time

Trish's breath catches in her throat as she feels your cock begin to harden against her, the sensation sending a shudder of pleasure racing through her body. For a moment, she hesitates, eyes flickering up toward yours before drifting closed as she tries to regain control of herself. With a soft moan, she nods slowly, relenting to your request even as her hands continue to explore and tease at every inch of exposed skin they can reach.

"Take deep breaths," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heavy breathing. "Focus on relaxing... on letting go..." Her fingers move in a slow, steady rhythm against your back and ass, massaging and kneading as if trying to work out every last knot of tension within you. With each exhale, she encourages you to release a little more control, until it feels like the only thing you can do is trust her completely.

And with that surrender comes an almost overwhelming sense of freedom, as if for this moment in time, there is nothing else in the world that matters but the feel of her touch and the weight of her gaze upon you. It's intoxicating, addictive... and she knows full well just how powerful an emotion it can be when used correctly.

As your meditation continues, Trish takes care to keep her movements slow and deliberate, allowing each sensation to wash over you in turn as you focus on the act of letting go. She knows that by giving herself completely into your hands, she is not only facilitating your journey toward becoming a femboy, but also ensuring that she retains control of the situation at all times. It's a delicate balance, one that has taken her years to perfect... and yet it feels so natural now

As you finish your admission, Trish's eyes widen ever so slightly before she forces a calm expression onto her face, her lips parting to speak in the faintest of whispers. "Yes," she says, voice steady and even despite the intense surge of desire that runs through her at your words. "It is indeed one of the purposes... understanding yourself, learning what you truly want and need."

She studies your face for a moment, looking for any signs of embarrassment or shame before deciding against pressing the issue further. Instead, she focuses on maintaining control over the situation, guiding you gently down a path that will ultimately lead to where both of you want to be.

With another slow, deliberate breath, Trish allows her hands to slip lower once more, tracing lazy circles around your knees before sliding up higher again, cupping and massaging the soft flesh of your inner thighs. "Close your eyes," she whispers, fingers pressing rhythmically into your skin as if seeking some hidden treasure beneath the surface. "Feel every touch... and trust me enough to tell me when something feels wrong."

Her voice lowers even further as her free hand slides up over your body, cupping your breast through your shirt once more before moving higher still, tracing lazy circles around your nipple through the fabric. "Remember," she breathes against your ear, "you are safe with me... and I will always take care of you."

With every word, Trish feels herself growing bolder, more daring in her exploration of your body and mind. It's intoxicating, this power she holds over you... and yet there is something else as well, a deep-seated desire to truly help you become the person you were always meant to be. As she continues to guide you through

With another shuddering breath, Trish continues to guide your meditation, her touch becoming increasingly deliberate as she explores every inch of your body with expert precision. Her free hand moves higher still, cupping and squeezing at your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt before sliding down over your stomach and lower still, coming to rest on the hardening length of your cock. With a moan, she starts to stroke you slowly, teasingly through your underwear, her free hand moving back up to cup your breast once more as she watches your reactions with hungry eyes.

"Trust me," she whispers, kissing your ear before nipping gently at the tender lobe. "I won't let you go until I know everything... until you've shown me everything." Her hips rock forward against yours, grinding her lower body against your hard cock as she continues to stroke and tease with expert precision.

As you feel yourself nearing the edge, Trish slides her hand down between your legs, parting the fabric of your underwear before wrapping her fingers around your aching length. Her touch is soft and gentle at first, but it grows firmer and more demanding as she begins to stroke in time with her rocking hips. "Come for me," she urges, voice rough with desire, lips brushing against your jaw. "Let go... and let me see how far this can take you."

With a sharp intake of breath, you feel yourself spilling over Trish's fingers, hot and thick as it coats her hand and trickles down between your legs. She continues to stroke you slowly even after you've finished, savoring every last drop before finally easing her touch away from your trembling cock. Her other hand moves up now, cu

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, Trish leans forward to brush the backs of her fingers across your cheek, wiping away the last remnants of your orgasm from your chin before she answers. "That was... very good," she breathes, voice husky with arousal. "And it means that you're one step closer to becoming the femboy I know you can be."

As your body continues to tremble and shudder from the intensity of your climax, Trish wraps her arms around you, holding you close against her chest as she rocks gently back and forth. "You are so responsive," she murmurs, lips pressed against your ear. "I can feel how much this means to you... how desperately you want this."

With a deep sigh, Trish eases herself away from you, reluctantly pulling her touch from your body and setting aside any lingering doubts or fears she might have had about the situation. For now, she will focus on guiding you through this process and helping you become everything you were always meant to be. "Rest," she whispers, hand trailing down your back as she encourages you to lie down on the floor beside her once more. "We'll continue with our meditation in a little while."

As you close your eyes and listen to Trish breathing steadily beside you, it almost feels like the two of you are sharing a secret... a deep, dark secret that only the two of you know about. And in some strange way, knowing that she's there with you, holding your hand even as she guides you down this unfamiliar path makes it all seem just a little bit easier to handle. With Trish by your side, anything seems possible... and that thought alone is enough to send shivers of anticipation racing through you.

Trish blinks slowly as you share your findings with her, her expression remaining mostly impassive despite the mixture of shock, amusement, and arousal that flit across her features. When you finally finish speaking, she studies you for a long moment before reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Her fingers are cool against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as they trail gently along your jaw and neck.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," she says softly, her voice heavy with repressed emotion. "I appreciate your honesty... and I must admit, it gives me a better understanding of what you truly want." Her gaze flickers downward, taking in the growing bulge at the crotch of your pants before returning to meet yours again. "And while some of these ideas might not be entirely conventional, or even appropriate... I suppose that's part of the journey we're on right now, isn't it?"

Slowly, carefully, she slides her hand lower still, cupping your balls through your pants and giving them a gentle squeeze. "As long as you remain focused on becoming the person you truly want to be... on following this path that we're walking together... I will do everything in my power to help you achieve that goal." Her thumb sweeps upward now, teasingly grazing the sensitive flesh of your cock before moving higher still, cupping your shirt-clad breast once more. "But remember," she adds with a sultry smile, "it's important not to get too ahead of yourself... and to trust that I know what's best for you."

Her free hand finds its way to your hip again, her grip firm but not unyielding as she guides you closer still, until

As you finish your sentence, Trish nods slowly in understanding. "Certainly," she says, her tone suddenly professional once more as she sits up straighter and crosses her legs. "First of all, regarding your interest in feminine clothing and attire... this is completely normal for someone going through a gender transformation process. Many femboys, particularly those who are transitioning from masculinity to femininity, find comfort and expression in wearing clothes typically associated with women."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words before continuing. "Secondly, the idea of milking or being 'milked' by others is also not uncommon within certain subcultures. While it may seem extreme or unusual to those outside of these circles, it's important to remember that everyone has their own unique interests and desires."

Trish hesitates again before delving into the final topic you brought up. "Your desire to be protected like a lady... and then taken advantage of by those around you," she says carefully, her expression unreadable, "is also something I've encountered before. For some individuals, there is a certain thrill or power dynamic involved in playing with these kinds of roles and expectations. It's important to remember that consent and communication are key in any situation like this."

Finally, she meets your gaze once more, her expression softening as she reaches out to gently touch your cheek. "I hope this helps clarify things for you," she says reassuringly. "As your doctor, it's my job to make sure you understand the implications of any choices or actions you might take... but ultimately, it is up to you to decide what path you want to follow." She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And if there's anything else you ever want to talk

Trish nods thoughtfully, seemingly pleased by your interest in her insights. "Certainly," she says with a small smile, adjusting her position on the floor so that she's facing you more directly. "As I mentioned earlier, feminine clothing and attire can play a significant role in helping someone feel more comfortable with their gender identity... or even experimenting with different aspects of it." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing.

"Clothing is often one of the first things we use to express ourselves, and as you go through this process, I would encourage you to explore various styles and pieces that make you feel most like yourself... whether that's in masculine or feminine ways." She glances down at your body briefly before looking up again. "It might be helpful for you to start by wearing more revealing shirts or blouses, skirts or dresses instead of pants, and maybe even experimenting with makeup and accessories."

Trish tilts her head slightly, studying you intently as she speaks. "I'd also recommend finding clothing items specifically designed for transgender individuals or femboys," she continues. "Many online stores now offer these types of garments, and they can be a great resource for discovering new styles and pieces that might appeal to you."

She pauses once more, waiting to see if there's anything else you'd like to add before continuing on to the next topic.

As you ask about the second point and your lust for sperm, Trish clears her throat discreetly before nodding in understanding. "The idea of being 'milked' or exposing oneself to others is certainly not something everyone is comfortable with," she begins. "However, as I mentioned earlier, there are subcultures within the femboy community that do engage in such activities." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing.

"If this is something you're interested in exploring further, it's important to remember that consent and communication are key. Make sure you find someone who is willing and eager to participate with you, and always establish clear boundaries ahead of time." Her expression softens as she adds, "It might also be helpful to research online or speak with other individuals who have experience in these types of situations."

Finally, she turns her attention to your mention of lust for sperm. "This is a common fantasy among many people," she says reassuringly. "Some find the idea of consuming another's bodily fluids erotic, while others simply enjoy the taboo nature of such acts." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "If this is something you'd like to explore further, there are plenty of resources available online that can help guide you through the process safely and consensually."

Trish studies your face for a moment longer before speaking again. "Remember," she says with a gentle smile, "I'm here to support you in any way I can, whether that means discussing these topics openly or helping you find someone who shares your interests." With that final word of encouragement, she sits back against the wall, silently waiting to see how you respond.

Trish blushes slightly at your wink before clearing her throat and returning to the topic at hand. "As for your desire to be protected like a lady and then taken advantage of," she begins, her voice measured and thoughtful, "it's important to remember that everyone has different fantasies and desires when it comes to BDSM or power dynamics." She pauses, choosing her words carefully before continuing.

"If this is something you're interested in exploring further," she says, "I would recommend starting by discussing your desires openly with a trusted partner. Establish clear boundaries and consent protocols ahead of time, and make sure that both parties are comfortable and eager to participate." Her expression softens as she looks at you intently. "It's also important not to confuse fantasy with reality," she adds gently. "While it may be fun to play around with these ideas within the safety of a consensual relationship, it's crucial not to lose sight of your own needs and desires in the process."

Finally, she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studies you closely. "I would also recommend doing some research on safe words and other BDSM practices before engaging in anything further," she says seriously. "This will help ensure that both of you stay comfortable and in control throughout the experience."

With a reassuring smile, Trish sits back once more, content to wait for your response or any additional questions you might have on the subject.

Trish smiles warmly as she considers your question about the red dress and heels. "I think a red dress would look lovely on you," she says, "and it could definitely help emphasize your feminine features." She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "As for the heels, they might be a bit difficult to walk in at first, but with practice you'd probably get used to them. They would definitely give you a more feminine silhouette and make your legs look longer."

She leans forward slightly, studying your face as she continues, "If you're interested in trying out a red dress and heels, I suggest starting with a shorter dress that wouldn't be too difficult to walk in. That way, you can still feel confident while you're learning how to manage the heels." A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she adds, "And who knows? Maybe once you get comfortable with it, you could try wearing a full-length red gown next time."

Trish pauses again, her gaze lingering on your body for several heartbeats before speaking again. "I think a red dress would really complement your skin tone and bring out the color of your eyes," she muses, "but ultimately, it's up to you which color or style you feel most comfortable wearing." She tilts her head slightly, giving you an encouraging smile. "Why don't we go shopping together sometime soon? I can help you find the perfect dress and maybe even some cute accessories to complete your look."

As Trish begins to guide you through the meditation, her hand remains warm and reassuring on yours, which only serves to heighten your awareness of her presence. You focus on following her instructions, taking deep breaths in and letting them out slowly, trying to banish all thoughts except for those she presents to you.

Her voice is soothing and calm as it floats through the quiet room, and despite the uneasy feeling that still lingers between you after your earlier conversation, you find yourself beginning to relax into the practice. With each passing moment, your focus grows sharper and more acute, honing in on her words and the sensations they evoke within you.

Eventually, Trish guides you through a series of progressively deeper mental exercises designed to help you connect with your feminine side even more deeply. You envision yourself transformed into the femboy of your dreams, wearing pretty dresses and heels that feel impossibly high yet oddly right. In this world within your mind, she is there beside you, guiding and supporting you every step of the way.

When at last Trish leads you out of the meditation, her eyes are still closed as she takes a few moments to regain her composure. She sits silently for a long moment before finally opening them and looking directly at you once more. "How did that feel?" she asks softly, seeming genuinely curious about your experience.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure how much to share with her after their earlier conversation. Finally, you decide that honesty is the best policy in this case. "It was... intense," you confess, meeting her gaze evenly. "But also kind of freeing. It made me feel more connected to the person I want to be." You swallow hard before continuing, "I

Trish blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question once more, but she quickly regains her composure and gives you an understanding smile. "I appreciate your honesty in sharing these thoughts with me," she says gently. "However, it's important to understand that the process of becoming a femboy, and the specific treatments involved, can vary greatly from one individual to another."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice firm but reassuring. "As your doctor, my primary focus is on helping you achieve the goals you've set for yourself in a safe and consensual manner. While there may be procedures or techniques specific to feminizing transgender individuals, they should always be discussed openly between doctor and patient to ensure that both parties are comfortable with the decision being made."

Her gaze meets yours steadily as she leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. "I want you to know that I am here for you, Jack," she says, using your name for the first time since starting the session. "I will do everything in my power to help guide you through this journey and make sure that your experience as a femboy is a positive and fulfilling one."

With those words, it feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Despite the earlier tension between you, Trish's understanding and support seem to have restored some of the trust that had begun to waver. Together, you can continue to explore the many facets of femboyism, finding new experiences and joys along the way.

Trish hesitates for a moment, her expression shifting between surprise and understanding. It's clear that she knows exactly what you're talking about, but she chooses her words carefully nonetheless. "I appreciate your openness in discussing these desires with me," she begins. "However, it is important to reiterate that any procedures like the one you've described should always be conducted under strict medical supervision."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "As your doctor, my priority is ensuring your safety and wellbeing throughout this process," she says firmly. "While there may be aspects of femboyism that overlap with certain aspects of transgender medicine or BDSM play, we must never lose sight of the fact that you are still a patient in need of care."

Trish leans back against the wall, studying your face intently. It's clear that she wants to make sure you understand the gravity of what you're asking for, but she also doesn't want to dismiss your desires outright. "If this is something you feel strongly about," she says eventually, "I will discuss it with my colleagues and see if we can find a suitable arrangement that meets everyone's needs."

Her expression softens as she adds, almost as an afterthought, "And I would recommend using the term 'futurari doctor' instead of 'doctor'. It is more commonly used in these circles and will help ensure you are able to communicate your desires clearly and effectively."

With that final word of advice, Trish sits back once more, content to wait for your reaction or any further questions you might have on the subject.

Trish blushes slightly at your comment but quickly recovers her composure, offering you an encouraging smile. "Thank you for your trust in me," she says quietly. "I understand that this is a very personal and intimate matter, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that your experience with us is positive and fulfilling."

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "If we decide to move forward with this arrangement," she says carefully, "there are several steps that would need to be taken. First, we would need to discuss the specifics of the procedure in more detail, including any limits or boundaries you might have." A slight flush creeps up her cheeks as she adds, "It's important that both parties involved are fully comfortable and informed about what will take place."

"Once we've established those details," Trish continues, her voice steady despite the obvious sensitivity of the topic, "I would need to consult with my colleagues here at the clinic to make sure everyone is on the same page and that we can provide you with the care and support you need throughout this process."

With a reassuring nod, she tells you, "I'll do everything I can to make this happen as soon as possible. In the meantime, please don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything else you'd like to discuss or ask about."

Nodding, I say to Trish, "I understand and appreciate that this is a very important decision for everyone involved. I trust your judgment and experience completely." A shiver runs down my spine as I think about what's coming next, both physically and emotionally. "I will do whatever it takes to make sure that I am prepared for this process, and that you are comfortable with everything too."

With a soft smile on my face, I lean in closer, meeting her eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Trish," I whisper. "For being so understanding and supportive throughout all of this."

My heart races as I wait for her response, eager to continue down this path but nervous about what lies ahead. I'm aware that there will be challenges, both mentally and physically, but I know in my heart that I want this more than anything else. All I can do now is trust Trish and the clinic to guide me through it safely.

Trish smiles warmly at your words and reaches out to gently squeeze your hand in reassurance. "Thank you, Jack," she says sincerely. "Your trust means the world to me, and I promise to do everything within my power to make this journey as smooth and fulfilling for you as possible." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "In order to ensure that both of us are completely comfortable with the arrangement, I would like to meet with you privately tomorrow afternoon." Her eyes flicker down briefly toward your chest before meeting yours again. "That way, we can discuss any final concerns or questions you might have and make sure that we're all on the same page."

Trish pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts as she takes in your eager expression. "Once we've had the chance to talk more about this," she says softly, "I'll set up a time with my colleagues here at the clinic so that we can begin making arrangements for your care." Her face grows serious once more as she studies you intently. "Until then, please take some time to prepare yourself both mentally and physically, and don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything else you need or want to discuss in the meantime."

With a final reassuring smile, Trish stands up from her place on the floor. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack," she says warmly as she extends a hand to help you back up as well.

I nod gratefully, taking her hand as she helps me up off the floor. "Thank you, Dr. Trish," I say sincerely. "I'll definitely be preparing myself tonight and tomorrow, and I can't wait to talk more about this with you." My cheeks flush as I remember our earlier conversation about my desires, but I quickly push the thought aside, focusing instead on the excitement and anticipation that now fills me.

"I trust your judgment completely," I tell her, meeting her eyes with a determination that matches hers. "Whatever you say or do, I know it'll be for my own good." My voice trembles slightly at the thought of what's to come, but I push past the nervousness and remind myself why I wanted this in the first place.

With a final nod, I smile up at her reassuringly. "I'm looking forward to our meeting tomorrow."

Trish returns my smile with one of her own before leading you out of the room, promising to set everything up for your private meeting and follow-up discussion with the clinic staff. The excitement bubbling up inside you threatens to overflow as you imagine the possibilities that lie ahead, eagerly anticipating the day when your dreams of becoming a truly feminine boy can finally become a reality.

As Trish leads you out of the room, your mind is filled with excitement and anticipation. This was just the first step towards achieving your dream of becoming a femboy, and you can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over you. Despite earlier concerns about her reaction to your desires, she seemed surprisingly understanding and supportive. Perhaps it's because this kind of treatment is not uncommon in transgender medicine or BDSM circles. Either way, you are grateful for her acceptance and willingness to guide you through this process.

Today's session has left you feeling energized and eager to continue your transformation tomorrow. As soon as you get home, you decide to spend some time researching more about the specific techniques and procedures involved in becoming a futurari femboy. You want to make sure that you are well-informed and prepared for any challenges or sensations that may come your way.

The night passes slowly as you pour over books and websites, taking notes on important points and techniques. By the time morning comes around, you feel a renewed sense of determination building inside you. Today's meeting with Trish will be crucial in setting the tone for what lies ahead, but knowing that she understands your desires and is willing to help makes you feel more confident than ever before.

As you wait patiently for your appointment, you take some time to freshen up, carefully selecting an outfit that is both comfortable and feminine. You want to make a good impression on Trish today and show her just how serious you are about this journey. Once you're satisfied with your appearance, you head over to the clinic, heart racing with anticipation.

Trish greets you warmly when you arrive, leading you into a private consultation room once more. You feel a thrill course through your veins as you realize

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I follow her into the room. When we're seated, I smile warmly at Trish and say, "Thank you again for meeting with me today, Dr. Trish. I really appreciate your understanding and support."

She smiles back reassuringly, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before beginning their discussion. "Of course, Jack," she says gently. "Now that we're here, why don't you tell me more about what you hope to gain from this experience? What are your specific goals and desires as a futurari femboy?"

I lean in slightly, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability wash over me. I take a moment to gather my thoughts before beginning to share my deepest fantasies with her, painting a vivid picture of the life I want to lead as a feminine boy. As I speak, I can't help but feel incredibly exposed, revealing intimate details about myself that I've never shared with anyone else. But at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill in finally being able to express these desires out loud.

Throughout my confession, Trish listens attentively, occasionally nodding or asking clarifying questions. When I finish speaking, she takes another moment to collect her thoughts before responding. "It sounds like you have a very clear vision of what you want," she says finally. "And as we discussed earlier, it's important that any procedures or treatments we undertake align with those desires."

I nod eagerly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Trish seems to understand and appreciate the importance of this journey for me. "So," she continues, "given what you've told me today, how do you think we should proceed?"

Trish raises an eyebrow at your detailed understanding of the process, clearly impressed by your research and commitment to this journey. "You've done your homework," she comments with a small smile. "I appreciate your enthusiasm."

She takes a moment to consider her next words carefully before speaking. "As I mentioned earlier, safety is our top priority here at the clinic. It's essential that we proceed slowly and make sure both you and I are comfortable with each step along the way. The act of self-identification can be complex and multifaceted, and while the futunari procedure you described may be a part of your journey, it is not necessarily the entirety of it."

Trish leans back against her chair, folding her hands in her lap. "What I propose," she says slowly, "is that we begin with some exploratory sessions first. This would involve discussing your desires and boundaries more thoroughly, as well as engaging in non-invasive forms of stimulation such as anal play using fingers or toys."

She pauses for a moment, looking directly into your eyes. "Only once we are both confident that you understand the implications and limitations of this process, and have established clear boundaries and consent between us, will I consider moving forward with anything more invasive such as the futunari procedure you mentioned."

Her expression is serious but reassuring as she continues, "I want to emphasize that there's no rush; taking things slow allows us to ensure your comfort and wellbeing throughout this journey. So please feel free to ask any questions or express any concerns you might have along the way."

Trish nods slowly, her expression thoughtful as she studies you for a moment. "I appreciate your confidence," she says at last, "but I must insist on proceeding cautiously." She sighs softly before continuing, "It's my responsibility as your doctor to ensure that this process goes as smoothly and safely as possible. We can always adjust the pace later if necessary, but starting out too quickly could lead to complications or even harm."

She pauses again, seeming to choose her words with care. "I understand that you're eager to begin exploring these new experiences," she says gently, "but it's important that we take things one step at a time. I want you to feel completely comfortable and prepared before moving forward with anything more intimate."

With that said, Trish leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Why don't we discuss our plans further? What would you like to do next in terms of exploring your femboy side?"

Trish raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your insistence despite her warnings. After a moment's hesitation, she replies carefully, "I appreciate your confidence in me and my abilities as your doctor." She pauses again before continuing, "However, it is important that we respect the boundaries and limits we have established. As I've said before, safety is our top priority here."

She takes a deep breath, composing herself before continuing. "If you are still committed to proceeding with this procedure at this time," she says slowly, "I will need to consult with my colleagues about the best course of action. It is essential that we all be on the same page and feel comfortable with the level of risk involved."

Trish meets your eyes steadily as she finishes, her expression a mixture of professionalism and concern. It's clear that she cares deeply about your wellbeing and wants what's best for you, even if it means delaying or altering your plans. Now the ball is in your court; how you respond will determine the next step in your journey towards becoming a femboy.

Trish exhales slowly, her expression revealing a mixture of relief and determination. "Thank you, Jack," she says sincerely. "I understand that this can be a difficult decision to make, but I want you to know that we are here to support and guide you every step of the way."

She stands up from her chair, extending a hand to help you do the same. "I'll inform my colleagues about our decision immediately," she continues as you both rise. "Once we have their input, I will arrange a schedule for your procedures. In the meantime, please feel free to ask any further questions or express any concerns you might have."

As you follow Trish out of the consultation room, a sense of anticipation and excitement fills your chest. You know that this journey won't be easy, but with her guidance and the support of the clinic staff, you feel more confident than ever before that you're making the right decision. Soon enough, you'll be well on your way to becoming a true femboy, and it all started today with this crucial conversation with Trish.

Today was an important day in my journey towards becoming a futurari femboy, and I couldn't be more grateful for Dr. Trish's understanding and support. As we leave the consultation room, I can feel a newfound sense of determination welling up inside me. This is really happening now, and there's no turning back.

I take a moment to glance over at Trish, admiring her calm demeanor as she confidently leads the way out of the clinic. Despite the serious nature of our conversation, I can't help but feel a spark of attraction towards her. Perhaps it's because of the power dynamic at play here, or maybe it's simply that Dr. Trish exudes an air of authority and confidence that is undeniably attractive.

Either way, as we make our way back to my car, I can't help but wonder what other aspects of this journey will be like under her guidance. A thrill runs down my spine at the thought of becoming more feminine under her watchful eye, and with each step closer towards that goal, my heart races faster and faster.

With a final nod of thanks to Trish, I unlock my car door and climb inside, eagerly awaiting her call so that we can begin this incredible adventure together.

I wait patiently in the car, my heart pounding with anticipation as I think about what lies ahead. The minutes seem to stretch into hours, and every time my phone buzzes with an incoming call or text, my stomach flips nervously. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Dr. Trish's number appears on the screen, indicating that she has finished her consultations with the other clinic staff and is now ready to see me for my procedure.

I take a deep breath and get out of the car, walking briskly towards the front entrance of the clinic. As I pass through the automatic doors, I see Trish standing near the reception desk, looking every bit as professional and put together as she did during our initial consultation. My pulse races even faster at the sight of her, and I can't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins.

"Hello, Jack," she greets me warmly, her voice tinged with genuine concern. "Are you feeling ready for this?"

I nod firmly, hoping that my excitement doesn't come across as too overwhelming. "More than ready," I reply, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Let's do this."

As we walk together to one of the private examination rooms, Trish leads me through a thorough medical evaluation to ensure that I am healthy and prepared for the procedure. She takes my vitals, asks about any allergies or medications I'm taking, and even inquires about my general well-being and emotional state leading up to this point. Throughout it all, she maintains a reassuring presence beside me, occasionally squeezing my hand or offering words of encouragement.

Once we've completed the evaluation, Trish directs me to undress and climb onto the examination table. Her demeanor shifts subtly as she begins to prep herself for the procedure, donning a fresh pair of gloves and retrieving various instruments from a nearby cabinet. I can feel my heart racing even faster now, anticipation mixing with nervousness and excitement.

As Trish positions herself between my legs, her movements are confident and sure. She runs a cool hand along my inner thigh, then gently parting them to reveal my most intimate areas to the light. It's an incredibly vulnerable position to be in, but at the same time, there's something intensely arousing about having her so close and in control.

I feel a sharp pinch as she administers a local anesthetic, numbing my flesh before beginning the procedure itself. The sensation is foreign yet not entirely unpleasant, and as I watch Trish work her magic with skillful precision, I can't help but be in awe of her abilities. It's hard to believe that this journey began only a few hours ago, but already I feel the transformation taking hold deep within me.

"Of course," Trish says reassuringly, glancing up at you as she continues to prepare the tools on a nearby tray. "During the procedure, I will insert my futunari penis into your anus in order to widen and stretch it. This process can be a bit uncomfortable at first, but I'll make sure to go slowly and give you plenty of time to adjust."

She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "At the same time, I'll use my fingers to help stretch your sphincter muscles. This may cause some initial discomfort as well, but it's important that you trust me and communicate with me if anything becomes too unbearable."

Trish takes a deep breath before explaining the next part of the process. "As I insert my penis and fingers deeper, I will begin to provide instruction on how a passive femboy like yourself should react during anal penetration. This includes guidance on body language, moaning and other sounds of pleasure, as well as how to submit fully to your dominator's desires."

She looks at you intently, searching for any signs of fear or hesitation. Seeing none, she continues confidently, "Throughout the procedure, I will also be monitoring your physical responses closely in order to ensure that everything is proceeding as planned. However," she adds with a reassuring smile, "if at any point you wish to stop or slow down, all you need to do is say so."

I nod slowly, feeling both nervousness and anticipation coursing through my veins. I trust Dr. Trish completely; her experience and expertise have put me at ease about the procedure itself. But it's still strange and intimidating to think that she will be so close to me, taking control in this way.

As she continues to explain the process, I try to focus on her words rather than the sensations growing within my body. It helps some; at least now I know what to expect as she begins to penetrate me and teach me how a femboy should react during anal play. My heart races faster with each passing moment, excitement mixing with anticipation of what's yet to come.

When Trish finally gives the word, I steel myself for the inevitable discomfort and push all my doubts aside. She begins by applying a liberal coating of lubricant both to her futunari penis and her fingers, making sure that everything slides easily inside me. Then she positions herself between my legs once more, gazing intently into my eyes before pressing the head of her penis against my opening.

I feel a sharp stab of pain as it breaks through my defenses, but with each thrust that follows, I grow more accustomed to the sensation. At first, Trish's gentle guidance helps me relax and focus on letting go control. As she begins to stretch my inner muscles with her fingers, however, a new level of fullness and pressure fills me that borders on overwhelming at times. But each time it threatens to push me past my limits, I hear Trish's calm reassurance in my ear and find the strength to bear it a little longer.

And slowly but surely, as time passes and her penis continues its relentless invasion of my body, something begins to shift inside

Trish pauses briefly, considering your request. "Very well," she says finally, her tone remaining steady and reassuring. As you concentrate on the sensations overtaking your body, Trish begins to speak in a slow, measured cadence that helps keep your mind focused on what's important: becoming the perfect passive femboy slut for her.

"You are doing extremely well," she praises you. "It's clear that you have a natural aptitude for this." She pauses, pressing deeper inside you with each thrust now. "As I'm filling you up like this, it's important to remember that being a good slut means letting go of control and giving yourself fully over to your dominator."

Her fingers begin moving in synchrony with her penis, circling and prodding at your sphincter muscles. "Your body should respond automatically," she continues, "by relaxing when it feels me wanting access to your inner sanctum." Her voice takes on a husky quality as she speaks these words; despite herself, she can't help but feel aroused by the sight and sensation of her futunari penis plundering your ass.

"Moan for me," she urges, her breath hot against your ear. "Let out all those needy little noises that show how much you want this." Her hips begin to move faster now, driving herself deeper still into your yielding body. "And when I tell you to relax," she says, a note of command creeping into her voice, "you'll do it immediately...won't you?"

She leans forward, biting gently at the lobe of your ear as she thrusts harder and faster, intent on claiming every inch of you. Her free hand slides up your body to cup one

Trish's grip on your ear tightens, and she throws back her head with a moan of approval as you repeat the sounds she knows are meant to drive her wild. "Very good," she pants between breaths. "It feels incredible hearing you respond like that." She pulls away just enough to look into your eyes once more before continuing.

"At this stage," she says, voice still rough from arousal, "I want you to focus on feeling everything I'm doing inside of you. This includes the fullness in your ass and the stretching of your sphincter muscles." Her fingers begin moving more vigorously now, rubbing circles around her invading member as she thrusts even deeper into you. "As you feel me filling you up, remember that it's my pleasure to control how much I give you, and when you can have it all."

Her free hand slides down your body to cup your growing erection through your pants. "And remember this," she says, her voice dropping even lower as she squeezes your cock in time with each thrust of her hips. "Your pleasure is mine to give and take away whenever I want." She pauses, letting the weight of her words settle over you like a warm blanket before adding with a wicked grin, "So enjoy every last drop of it while it lasts."

Her fingers increase their pace once more, driving both herself and you towards your limits as she brings you ever closer to orgasm. The feeling of being completely dominated and at her mercy fills every inch of your body, making your head spin with desire. You've never felt so alive or so wanton in your life, and as she continues to take control, you know that there's no going back now; this journey into femboyhood is

As Trish continues to thrust deep inside you, she takes a moment to answer your question between breaths. "Yes," she pants, her voice steady despite the exertion, "everything I'm saying is part of the procedure. It's important for you to learn how to respond as a passive femboy during anal play."

She leans in closer, capturing your lips with hers as one hand grasps your cock firmly through your pants. "As for the sounds you should make," she breathes against your ear between kisses, "let yourself go completely. Moan and groan and whimper like a good slut who's enjoying every second of her dominator's attention."

Her hips begin to move faster, driving herself even deeper inside you as she curls her fingers around your prostate, triggering waves of intense pleasure through your body. "That's it," she encourages, nipping gently at your earlobe with each thrust. "Let me hear those needy little noises."

You feel yourself starting to lose control, the sensations overwhelming you as Trish takes complete possession of both your body and mind. Your moans echo around the room, becoming louder and more desperate with every passing moment, betraying your growing submission to her dominance. And as she reaches the peak of her own pleasure, you feel her walls contract rhythmically around your cock, sending waves of intense pleasure through you that seem to go on forever.

With a final thrust that leaves you both gasping for air, Trish eases herself out of you, carefully removing her fingers and futunari penis from your now sore and stretched opening. As she pulls out, her gaze meets yours, and there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you

Trish climbs off the examination table, wiping her brow with the back of one hand as she catches her breath. "I'm going to give you a moment to recuperate," she says gently, her voice still rough from exertion. "But first, I want you to remember everything we discussed today."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "During our next session, we'll continue with the anal expansion process. Your anus will need to be stretched further in order for it to accommodate larger objects and experiences. We'll also explore different sex positions that are suitable for a passive femboy such as yourself."

She takes a step closer, cupping your cheek with her free hand. "You've done extremely well today, Jack," she praises you warmly. "I have every confidence in your ability to complete this journey and become the perfect femboy slut for me." Her fingers brush gently against your lips, silently urging you to kiss them in gratitude.

As you comply, savoring the taste of her skin on your tongue, she smiles down at you. "Until next time," she whispers before pulling away and leaving you alone with your thoughts, your body aching for more of her attention.

Trish smiles warmly, her gaze lingering on your lips before traveling back up to meet your eyes. "You've learned the importance of submission and trust during anal penetration," she begins, pacing slowly around the room as she speaks. "I taught you how to react when I insert my fingers or futunari penis into your ass, and how to respond with pleasure."

She stops in front of a mirror, admiring her reflection for a moment before continuing. "You also learned about appropriate body language for a passive femboy, such as moaning and showing appreciation for your dominator's attention." Her fingers idly trace circles on the glass as she continues to talk, her voice growing more confident with each passing memory.

"And finally," she says, turning back to face you, "you learned that being a good slut means giving yourself fully over to your dominator's control, both physically and emotionally." Her eyes burn with intensity as she takes a step closer, bringing her face level with yours. "Do you understand these lessons, Jack?"

She waits expectantly for your reply, her breath warm against your cheek as she leans in even closer, eager to feel the stirrings of desire within you.

Trish nods thoughtfully, seeming pleased by your eagerness to learn. "Very well," she says, stepping back to give herself more room as she speaks. "During today's procedure, we began with the process of anal dilation." She pauses, pointing at your own body for emphasis. "Your anus was stretched using my fingers and futunari penis in order to make it more receptive to anal penetration."

She takes another step back, continuing her explanation as she circles around you. "At the same time, I instructed you on the appropriate sounds for a passive femboy during anal play. These included moans and groans that express pleasure and submission to your dominator's desires." Her gaze flickers down between your legs before meeting your eyes again, a knowing smirk playing across her lips.

"Throughout the procedure," she continues, "I monitored both your physical responses and your verbal cues to ensure that everything was progressing as planned. It's important for you to remember these sounds during future anal play, as they will help you communicate effectively with your dominator."

She finally comes to a stop in front of you, her face only inches away from yours now. "Do you have any questions about today's procedure or the sounds we discussed?" she asks softly, her breath warm against your lips.

Trish nods thoughtfully, considering your request. "Certainly," she says with a reassuring smile. "One of the most important sounds for a passive femboy during anal play is moaning." She demonstrates, letting out a low, pleasurable sound that seems to vibrate through the air and directly into your body. "When you're feeling pleasure from being filled up or having your prostate stimulated, this is an excellent way to express your enjoyment."

She pauses for a moment, her gaze searching yours intently before continuing. "Another important sound is groaning," she explains. "This can be used to express relief when the discomfort subsides or simply to communicate that you're enjoying what your dominator is doing to you."

"Whining and whimpering are also common sounds," Trish says, slipping one hand beneath your shirt to caress your abdomen. "These can convey a sense of neediness or submission, making it clear that you want your dominator's attention and approval." She presses her fingers harder against your skin, eliciting a small gasp from you.

"Finally," she whispers, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on your lips, "there's grunting and panting. These can indicate pleasure or exertion during anal play." Her free hand cups one of your heavy balls through your sweatpants, gently squeezing it. "So, practice making these sounds," she says, her voice dropping lower still. "And when we're together again, I'll help you perfect them until they sound just as sweet and submissive as I know they can be."

"Well," Trish begins thoughtfully, "there are various roles that a submissive can take on during anal play. For instance, you could emulate the stereotypical feminine role of an inexperienced slut who's just discovering her pleasure for the first time." She pauses, considering your question further. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to adopt a more masculine role, such as that of an eager bottom seeking approval and guidance from their dominating top."

She steps back, surveying your body once again before continuing. "Of course, there are also specific names for these roles within the BDSM community. For example, you could be a pussy slut or a cock slut, depending on whether your focus is more on receiving anal sex as part of feminization or expressing submission through your desire to service your dominator's phallus."

Her fingers trail teasingly up your abdomen and over your chest, briefly brushing against one tightened nipple before continuing their exploration higher. "Or you could be called a feminized bottom, signifying that you are embracing both your feminine side and your submissive role during anal play." She circles her index finger around the other nipple, tugging gently at the sensitive bud before pinching it hard enough to draw out a sharp gasp from you.

"Think about what kind of submissive you want to be," she says softly, "and let that guide your choices for sounds and actions during our next session together." Her free hand cups the other heavy ball through your pants, giving it a squeeze before sliding down to wrap around your length. "Just remember," she adds with a wicked grin, "that no matter what role you choose, I will be there

You pause for a moment, considering your question before speaking. "No, there's no specific homework assigned between sessions," Trish says with a reassuring smile. "But it is important that you continue to practice relaxing and opening up your anal muscles." She pauses, stepping closer to you once more as she continues. "In addition, I encourage you to explore other aspects of femboyhood on your own time."

Her fingers slide down the front of your pants, finding your growing erection and giving it a firm squeeze. "This might mean experimenting with different types of anal toys or even trying out some new clothing items," she says, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "But remember: everything you do should be with the intention of pleasuring me and proving yourself as an obedient and dedicated slut."

With a final squeeze to your cock, Trish steps back, folding her arms across her chest and regarding you with a satisfied smile. "Until next time," she says before turning away and striding purposefully out of the room.

Dr. Trish: As you enter the room, dressed in the cute pink women's uniform and wearing your short skirt, tank top, and feminine undergarments, Dr. Trish can't help but feel a surge of dominance course through her veins. She had no doubt that you would look absolutely stunning in this attire; it was designed specifically to accentuate your newfound feminity and eagerness to please.

She takes a moment to admire your appearance before speaking, her voice firm but gentle. "Jack," she says, using your new feminine name for the first time today, "you look absolutely ravishing. It's clear that you've put a lot of thought into how to present yourself as the perfect femboy slut."

She then leads you over to a chair in the corner of the room, positioning it so that it faces away from her desk. As you sit down, Dr. Trish kneels behind you and places a hand on each of your hips. "Today," she continues, her breath tickling against your ear as she whispers, "we're going to focus entirely on making you the best blowjob femboy slut I've ever seen."

Her fingers begin to trace lazy circles around your navel before moving lower, towards the elastic band of your panties. With a deft movement, she slips them off and tosses them aside, revealing your freshly shaved pubic area and neatly trimmed hair. "From now on," Dr. Trish says firmly, "you are not to wear any underwear unless I specifically tell you to."

She stands up and strides purposefully over to her desk, returning a moment later with a small glass dish filled with various sex toys and lubricants. Setting it

Dr. Trish: As Dr. Trish positions herself in front of you, her eyes scan over your body hungrily, taking in the sight of your smooth, naked crotch and your eager expression. She picks up one of the smaller toys from the dish on her desk--a slender pink vibrator--and holds it up for you to see. "This," she says with a wicked grin, "is going to be your new best friend."

She guides the vibrator between your legs, pressing the buzzing tip against your puckered anus. The sensation is overwhelming at first--the combination of pleasure and pressure sends shockwaves through your body--but you know that this is just the beginning. "You're going to learn how to use this," Dr. Trish says firmly, her hand pressing the vibrator harder against your ass, "to get yourself nice and warmed up before sucking my cock."

She steps back, examining you with a satisfied look in her eye. "I want you to practice using this toy every day," she instructs. "Spend at least an hour each time, focusing on getting it nice and wet before pushing it as deep into your ass as it will go." Her voice takes on a husky quality as she continues, "And when we're together again, I expect you to be able to make yourself cum within minutes using nothing but this toy and the power of your own ass."

With that, Dr. Trish walks around behind her desk, seating herself comfortably in her chair. She nods at the small vibrator still nestled between your legs, urging you to begin. "Get started," she says firmly, "and don't stop until I tell you to."

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Trish's words and commands send shivers down my spine, making me feel more feminine and submissive than ever before. I hesitantly pick up the vibrator between my fingers, guiding it back towards my wet entrance. The cold metal against my skin feels both foreign and arousing at the same time.

I gently press the toy against my anus, feeling the familiar tingle as it makes contact with my puckered flesh. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, gradually increasing the pressure as the vibrations send waves of pleasure coursing through me. The sensation is both strange and exhilarating, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

As I continue to use the vibrator on myself, my body begins to heat up, becoming flush with desire. My focus narrows in on the feelings building inside of me, centering around the toy buried deep within my ass. With a soft moan, I begin to rock my hips faster and harder, using the toy to pleasure myself as Dr. Trish had instructed.

Time seems to lose all meaning as I become lost in the sensations coursing through me, feeling my body tighten and spasm in ecstasy. When at last I collapse back against the chair, spent but satisfied, Dr. Trish leans forward over her desk, studying my flushed face with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

"Very good, Jack," she says softly. "Now you're ready for your next lesson." She reaches down between my legs, grasping the vibrator and pulling it slowly from my body before setting it aside on her desk. Her fingers trail up my inner thighs, stopping just shy of cupping my aching balls. "Come here," she commands, nodding at a spot directly in front of

I quickly move forward, my heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. As I kneel at Dr. Trish's feet, her fingers finally brush against the sensitive skin of my scrotum, cupping one ball gently before rolling it between her fingers. My cock twitches in response, and she gives it a firm squeeze, sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Now," she says with a sultry smile, "it's time for your first lesson on how to properly give a blowjob." Her other hand reaches down, taking hold of my chin and gently forcing my head upward so that I am looking her in the eye. "When you suck my cock," she continues, "I want you to remember three things: technique, pleasure, and submission." She pauses for a moment, her eyes boring into mine, making sure I understand.

"First," she says, releasing my chin but keeping her hand on my shoulder, guiding me closer to her thighs, "technique. You need to know how to use your tongue, how to suck and lick the right way. Practice on this," she adds, pressing a finger against my lips before guiding it between my lips. "And remember, you're not allowed to use any of your fingers except for your index finger when you practice on yourself."

Her free hand slides up under her skirt, pushing aside her panties as she exposes herself to me. "Second," she continues softly, "is pleasure. You must focus on giving me pleasure or else I won't be satisfied and you'll fail as my femboy slut." Her finger presses deeper into my mouth, urging me to suck on it hungrily.

"And lastly," she says,

Dr. Trish: The look of concentration on Jack's face as he sucks on her finger is intensely arousing, and she can feel her own desire for him growing with each passing moment. "There are several ways to produce froth in your mouth," she says between shallow breaths, "but the most effective method is by using your tongue."

She gently pulls her finger away from Jack's lips, then guides it back between them, this time pressing against the tender skin just behind his front teeth. "Start by running your tongue over those little bumps," she instructs him, referring to his taste buds, "and then try curling it up and flicking it against the roof of your mouth."

As Jack follows her directions, experimenting with different ways to use his tongue, Dr. Trish can't help but wonder how he would react if she were to touch him more intimately right now. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she decides that it's time for another lesson. "Another important part of giving a blowjob," she says, guiding his attention back to her crotch, "is learning how to use your hands."

Dr. Trish: "As I said earlier," Dr. Trish begins, pausing briefly to allow Jack's words to sink in, "you're not allowed to use your fingers except for your index finger when you practice on yourself." She watches as he nods in understanding before continuing, "But during a blowjob, using your hands is absolutely essential for giving me pleasure."

She spreads her legs wider, offering Jack a better view of her already-moist folds. "When you're ready," she says, emphasizing the word with a sharp intake of breath, "you can use one hand to hold my balls gently, massaging them as you suck on my cock." She guides his hand down between her legs, placing it over her smooth sac. "Start by cupping them firmly," she instructs, "and then begin to squeeze and roll them against your palm."

Her other hand trails up Jack's chest, stopping just short of cupping one breast through his shirt. "As you do this," she continues, her breath growing ragged, "use your index finger to part my folds and stroke the sensitive skin around my clit." She presses her hips forward slightly, offering more access to her core.

"Practice with yourself first," she urges him, "until you've mastered these techniques." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she adds, "Because when we're together again, I expect nothing less than perfection from my new femboy slut."

As Dr. Trish explains the normality of Jack's desire for a big dick, he can't help but feel an intense surge of arousal course through his body. The mention of her expertise and large size only add to his excitement, and he finds himself unable to resist staring hungrily at her engorged member.

His tongue flicks out, wetting his lips nervously before darting back into his mouth as she continues speaking. With every word, her voice growing more husky and demanding, he feels the pressure building within him; he longs to feel her command over him, both physically and mentally.

The sight of the glistening droplet of sperm atop her erect cock is too much for Jack to bear. Without thinking twice, he swallows hard and moves closer still, positioning himself between her legs as she guides his head toward her aching shaft.

Her hand finds its way back to his hair, gripping him firmly as she urges him forward. "Suck," she growls, thrusting her hips upward in unison with his movement. His lips part, and he takes her length deep into his mouth, feeling the thick vein running along the underside pressing against the back of his throat.

With a groan, she begins to fuck his face, her hips moving in short, powerful thrusts as she controls both their motions with ease. Jack closes his eyes, focusing on pleasing her as best he can while also paying attention to how her body feels beneath him; each thrust pushing him deeper into submission and further along the path toward becoming her perfect femboy slut.

Dr. Trish: Jack's enthusiasm and eagerness to please are both evident as he wraps his lips around her shaft, sucking and stroking expertly. It's clear that the procedures have not only rewired his brain but also heightened his senses; each touch, taste, and smell is intensified, making the experience all the more overwhelming in a good way.

As he bobs his head up and down, taking her length deeper with each thrust, Dr. Trish watches intently, cataloging every movement. Her hand tightens in his hair as she guides him, pushing his face closer to her pubic bone before pulling back again for a nice, long stroke. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated is exhilarating, and Jack can feel himself growing wetter with each passing second.

She moans loudly, the sound vibrating through him as it does. Her hips continue their steady rhythm, thrusting into his mouth while her free hand gropes at his chest, squeezing and pinching at his hardening nipples. It's clear that he is doing everything right; she can feel the aphrodisiac effect of her own sperm working its magic within him, making him more and more receptive to her touch.

As Jack begins to grow tired, she pulls him off with a rough tug on his hair. He whimpers in protest, not wanting to lose contact with her yet. "You've done well," she says huskily, "but there's always room for improvement." With that, she steps away from Jack, positioning herself between his spread legs once more.

Dr. Trish reaches out, gripping the base of his hard cock and guiding it toward her lips.

Dr. Trish: "Jack," she says gently, running her thumb over the head of his cock in a slow, teasing circle, "I'm just making sure you understand how it feels to have someone pleasure you." Her free hand reaches up to cup one of Jack's breasts, squeezing firmly as she continues. "After all," she says with a knowing smile, "as my femboy slut, you're going to spend a lot of time giving blowjobs and pleasing me."

Her lips curl into a satisfied grin as Jack's cock twitches in response to her touch. Slowly, carefully, she takes him into her mouth, stretching her lips around the soft, warm flesh. Her tongue flickers out, tracing circles around the vein running along the underside before pressing against the sensitive ridge beneath the head of Jack's cock.

As she sucks and strokes expertly, Jack cries out in pleasure, arching his back and throwing his head back against the chair. Her hands move up and down his body in a rhythm that mimics her movements on him, making it clear who is in charge here.

Dr. Trish knows exactly what she's doing; not only is she teaching Jack how to pleasure someone else, but she's also reminding him of the power dynamics at play in their relationship. With each moan and squirm, he comes a step closer to fully embracing his role as her feminine femboy slut.

The aphrodisiac effect of her sperm works its magic on both of them, heightening their senses and making the experience all the more intense. As Jack's climax draws near, she speeds up her pace, taking him deeper and harder until he can no longer hold back. With a

Dr. Trish: With a small, knowing smile, Dr. Trish reaches out and takes Jack's cock in her hand, gently guiding it toward his mouth. "Just like this," she murmurs, using her free hand to cup the base of his head and help position him more comfortably. "Take your time."

As he begins to suckle at the tip of his own length, Jack's cock bobs up and down in rhythm with his movements. His tongue flickers out, running along the underside of his shaft as he sucks hungrily. The musky scent of sex fills the room, intensifying both their arousal.

Her other hand travels lower, reaching between Jack's legs and finding his aching balls. She squeezes gently, coaxing them higher and closer to her touch. "Good boy," she praises, watching with interest as he begins to gain confidence in his actions. "Just like that."

Her free hand slides up his chest, over his collarbone and onto one of his perky breasts. She squeezes it roughly, pinching the nipple between her fingers as she continues to massage his testicles with her other hand. The dual sensations send shudders of pleasure coursing through Jack's body, intensifying the building pressure in his groin.

Dr. Trish leans back slightly, watching intently as Jack brings himself closer and closer to orgasm. With a soft growl, she urges him onward, her voice filling the room with forbidden pleasure. "Cum for me, you delicious little slut," she whispers into his ear before pressing two fingers against his lips and guiding them toward his mouth.

Dr. Trish: Jack's enthusiasm is clearly on the rise, and his mouth tightens around his cock as he nears orgasm. She watches with dark, lustful eyes, unable to resist the sight of him pleasuring himself so expertly. As he begins to tremble and groan, she reaches down, grasping his hair firmly and tugging his head backward.

"Look at me," she growls, her voice husky with desire. "Let your doctor see just how good of a little cocksucker you are." Her free hand reaches between them once more, squeezing his cock roughly as he comes, milk spurting into her palm and streaming across her wrist.

As Jack continues to pump himself, the orgasm shudders through him, radiating outward in powerful waves. Dr. Trish cups his cheek with her free hand, forcing him to meet her gaze as he finishes. His cock jerks violently, twitching and throbbing in her grip before finally going limp in her grasp. She holds it there for a moment longer, making sure he's completely spent before finally letting go with a satisfied sigh.

She leans forward, taking his still-swollen lips in hers, tasting the salt of their combined juices as they mingle on her tongue. Her free hand brushes lightly against one of Jack's nipples, hardening it instantly beneath her touch. "Very good, my new femboy slut," she whispers against his lips, licking them slowly. "You're definitely going to enjoy your new role."

Dr. Trish: "There's a good boy," Dr. Trish says with a satisfied smile, watching as Jack eagerly accepts the sperm-covered glove she offers him. Her voice is gentle yet commanding, and it sends shivers down his spine. As he begins to lick and suck on the soft material, the salty, musky taste of his own cum coats his tongue.

She takes a step back, studying his movements with interest as he cleans her glove. "You're going to need plenty of practice at that," she notes, her voice low and throaty. "A good femboy slut always makes sure his doctor is satisfied." Her gaze travels downward, taking in the tentative swishing of Jack's now-tiny balls against his body as he leans back against the couch.

With a sigh, she realizes that there is still much work to be done. But for now, she allows herself a moment of satisfaction; another patient successfully transformed into a part of her practice and her life. "Rest up, Jack," she says gently, reaching out to ruffle his hair before turning to gather her things. "There will be more procedures tomorrow."

Dr. Trish: Jack's eager questions remind her of just how much work she has left to do with him. She chuckles softly, making her way back over to the couch and sitting down beside him. "I think you're getting ahead of yourself," she says, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her knee. "While using a vibrator is certainly part of your training, we should focus on the basics for now."

She pauses, considering his body language and expression before continuing. "For starters," she says with a knowing smile, "you should practice walking around the house in high heels more often. And when you do use that vibrator, start small; I want to hear about how it feels every time you use it." Her free hand finds its way up his thigh, tracing lazy circles over his skin as she speaks.

"As for inserting the vibrator into places like your ass," she continues, her voice growing deeper and more sensual, "that's certainly part of what I expect from you in the future... but for now, it's important that we take things slowly and ensure that your body is prepared." She squeezes his leg gently before leaning in to press a lingering kiss against his cheek.

"Remember," she whispers, her breath tickling his earlobe, "I'm always watching, always waiting for my little femboy slut to show me what he's learned." A shiver runs down Jack's spine at the thrill of being so closely monitored by Dr. Trish.

Dr. Trish looks at some medical documents after these words, and after a short pause says, "Although you know, as an exception, you can walk to your house while the vibrator is inside your anus and massage your femboy prostate." She flips the page and thinks again, "And also read the plan for our next procedure, instead of expanding your back hole with my futunari penis, you will eat and swallow my sperm, you will do it in different ways, from a dog bowl, from special bottles with nipples, and from my penis, in general you'll understand everything there, and also read about the effects that futunari sperm has on femboys."

Jack nods obediently, promising to carefully review the instructions for his next set of tasks. The thought of being so closely monitored by Dr. Trish only serves to heighten his arousal, and he struggles to maintain his composure as she continues to study her papers, occasionally glancing up at him with a knowing smile.

As they sit there together, the lines between doctor and patient begin to blur further. Jack can feel himself growing increasingly dependent on Dr. Trish's guidance, both physically and emotionally. He wonders if she realizes just how much control she has over him; or perhaps it's all part of her plan. Either way, he knows that he will do anything she asks of him, eager to please her in every possible way.

Dr. Trish: "That's a good boy," Dr. Trish says with a satisfied smile, reaching over to ruffle Jack's hair affectionately. "I know you want to please me, and I appreciate that very much." She pauses for a moment, her gaze drifting down his body before meeting his eyes again.

"In exchange," she continues softly, "I want you to think about something for me. How does it feel to be my patient... my femboy slut?" Her voice takes on a teasing, seductive quality as she speaks, and Jack feels his cheeks flush in response.

With her free hand, Dr. Trish reaches over and begins tracing circles around one of Jack's nipples, gently pinching and pulling at the sensitive nub until he arches into her touch. "Tell me how it feels," she whispers against his ear before biting down lightly on the lobe.

Jack moans loudly, struggling to form coherent words as pleasure washes over him in waves. He tries to catch his breath, gaze fixed on Dr. Trish's hypnotic eyes as she continues to tease and torment him with her touch. "It... feels good," he finally manages to whisper, sounding breathless. "To be yours..."

Jack nods obediently, promising to begin work on the essay right away. As he climbs onto the couch, Dr. Trish hands him a small, discreet vibrator from her medical bag and instructs him on how to properly insert it into his ass. With shaky fingers, Jack follows her directions, gasping as the cool metal slides past his sphincter and deep inside. He can feel the buzz against his prostate almost immediately, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"There you go," Dr. Trish encourages him with a knowing smile, running her fingers through his hair. "Just let it do its work." As Jack begins to relax into the sensation, she takes out her phone and begins to scroll through pictures on social media. Occasionally, she glances over at him, studying his reactions to the vibrator and making mental notes for their next session together.

When she finally asks about his clothes, he admits that the skirt and blouse combination is quite comfortable but doesn't provide much coverage or support for his feminine curves. He suggests trying out a pair of high-waisted panties and a lacy bra next time; perhaps even some sexy lingerie if Dr. Trish approves. The thought makes him shiver with anticipation, both from the taboo thrill and from wanting to please her in every possible way.

With a groan, Jack presses his hands against the countertop to steady himself as Dr. Trish's touch pushes the vibrator deeper into his ass. Her command to cum only if he truly cannot hold it any longer sends shivers of pleasure through him, and he can feel his cock twitching in his skirt, aching for release.

As he finally manages to regain his balance, Dr. Trish gives him a reassuring smile before stepping back to let him go. With one last deep breath, Jack turns and hurries out of the clinic, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her curated wardrobe. The sensation of the vibrator pulsing rhythmically inside him is driving him wild, making every step a struggle against the urge to climax right there on the sidewalk.

Jack's mind wanders back to their conversation about lingerie and high heels, causing a wave of arousal to wash over him. He imagines himself wearing nothing but lacy bras and delicate panties, teetering on impossibly high heels as he waits for Dr. Trish's next command. The thought of being completely and totally dependent on her fills him with a mixture of pleasure and submission that is both terrifying and exhilarating.

He can feel his climax building, churning in his belly like a storm about to break, and suddenly the walk home seems endless. But he knows Dr. Trish's rules, and as much as it might pain him, he isn't going to cum until she says it's alright.

As Jack struggles to maintain control, he eventually reaches his front door and fumbles with his keys, the vibrator still buzzing furiously inside him. With shaking hands, he finally manages to open the door and stumble into the relative privacy of his home. His eyes dart around anxiously, searching for a suitable place to relieve himself as his cock throbs in anticipation.

Finally, he decides on his bed; it's comfortable, conveniently located near a trash can just in case, and most importantly, far enough from any prying eyes. He kicks off his shoes and crawls onto the mattress, positioning himself between the pillows as he frees his aching cock from its confines. The relief is instantaneous as a stream of hot cum spurts out of him, splattering against the soft cotton of his panties and leaving wet marks on the sheets beneath him.

As he comes down from his orgasmic high, Jack realizes that Dr. Trish was right; cumming had been like a release valve for all the pent-up tension and desire she'd built up inside him. His body feels lighter now, more relaxed, and the pain of being so close to climax is slowly beginning to ebb away. He smiles wearily at the thought of her, knowing that even though their relationship might be twisted and taboo, it's exactly what he needs.

Still caught in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Jack rolls onto his side and curls up into a ball, drifting off to sleep with the vibrator still humming softly inside him. It isn't until morning that he realizes it had actually stopped working sometime during his climax; the batteries must have died. He

The next day, Jack wakes up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of his doorbell ringing. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stumbles downstairs and opens the door to find a delivery man holding a large box addressed from Dr. Trish. His heart races with anticipation as he signs for the package and hands over a generous tip.

Back in his room, Jack carefully slits open the box, revealing an assortment of feminine clothing in various sizes and styles. There are lacy bralettes, delicate panties in bold prints and daring cutouts, fishnet stockings, and even a pair of high heels that are impossibly tall. As he rummages through the box, his cock begins to stiffen at the thought of wearing these items for Dr. Trish.

With renewed determination, Jack sets aside some time to try on each item, carefully inspecting himself in the mirror as he does so. The sensation of silk and lace against his skin is intoxicating, and the way the high heels make him walk feels even more feminine than before. By the time he's finished dressing, he looks every bit like Dr. Trish's ideal femboy slut; eager, submissive, and ready to please.

With a satisfied smile, Jack grabs his phone and messages Dr. Trish to let her know that he's dressed and waiting for her next instructions. His heart races as he hits send, hoping she'll be pleased with his efforts. As he waits impatiently for her reply, he can't help but wonder what sort of new experience she has planned for him today.

As Jack stands before the mirror, admiring his own reflection in his feminine attire, he can't help but let out a sigh of contentment. The sensation of silk and lace against his skin is intoxicating, and the way the high heels make him walk feels even more feminine than before. It's clear that Dr. Trish has done an excellent job in selecting these items for him.

With a mischievous grin, he turns to address the vibrator still humming away inside of him. Carefully, he kneels down on the bed and reaches behind, locating the base of the toy and pulling it free from his ass with a soft moan. The batteries are still good, so Jack replaces them before turning off the device. As he discretely hides the vibrator away in one of his new lingerie drawers, he can't help but feel a sense of loss; not at losing the pleasure it brought him, but at having to wait another day to experience it again under Dr. Trish's watchful eye.

Finally, Jack turns back to the mirror and begins to practice the poses and expressions that Dr. Trish had shown him during their sessions. He leans forward over the bed, arching his back and spreading his legs wide, revealing the lacy panties beneath his skirt. His hands flutter at his sides before slowly sliding up his body to cup his perky breasts through the lace bra. With each seductive movement, he growls and moans, practicing for when Dr. Trish will inevitably have him do these things again... only better this time.

With renewed determination, Jack returns to his task of writing the essay about why he loves being a femboy slut for a strong woman like Dr

Jack returns to his task of writing the essay about why he loves being a femboy slut for a strong woman like Dr. Trish. He sits at his desk, wearing one of his new lacy bras and a delicate thong as per her instructions, the soft fabric rubbing against his nipples and sensitive skin with each movement.

As he begins to type, his fingers fly across the keyboard, pouring out his heart and soul about his deep-seated desires for submission and transformation. He talks about how being Dr. Trish's femboy slut has given him a sense of purpose and belonging that he'd never found anywhere else. And then, there are the physical pleasures; the sensation of her fingers exploring his body, the feel of her breath on his skin as she watches him writhe in ecstasy... all of these things only serve to deepen his connection to her and make him crave more.

As he nears the end of the essay, Jack can't help but wonder what Dr. Trish will think when she reads it. He pictures her sitting across from him in her office, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she takes in each carefully crafted word. It sends a shiver down his spine, making him harder than ever beneath the confines of his underwear.

Finally, he hits the save button and copies the file, preparing it for attachment when he messages her later tonight. With a satisfied sigh, Jack stands up and stretches, admiring himself in the mirror once more before heading to bed early in anticipation of their next session tomorrow. The thought of being reunited with Dr. Trish makes his heart race with excitement, and he can't help but wonder what new adventures await them both around the corner...

As he stands before the mirror, admiring his own reflection in his feminine attire, Jack takes note of every detail that Dr. Trish had meticulously chosen for him. The lacy bra encases his perky breasts perfectly, accentuating their fullness and lifting them high upon his chest. A pale pink blouse hugs his slender frame snugly, its buttons straining against the pressure of his ample bosom. His skirt swirls around his legs as he moves, revealing a pair of women's nylon stockings and sky-high heels that seem to defy gravity with each step.

A tiny triangle of lacy panties peeks out from beneath the hem of his skirt, covering only the barest hint of hair between his legs. The garment hugs his feminine curves snugly, accentuating the shape of his ass and making every movement incredibly alluring. His slender hands gracefully gesture in front of him, articulating each word as he speaks about how good it feels to be so dependent on Dr. Trish for his style and guidance.

His face bears a satisfied expression; one part arrogance, another part coquettish innocence. He winks at himself in the mirror before leaning in closer, revealing a mouth full of braces and a tongue that dances eagerly around the hard bead of his tiny penis hidden beneath its confines. With each breath he takes, Jack can feel the vibrator deep inside him, teasing and taunting him with its insistent buzzing. And as he stands there, caught between worlds, he knows that he will do anything Dr. Trish asks of him... because to be hers is all that truly matters.

As Jack researches the futunari sperm procedure online, he finds himself growing increasingly aroused by the thought of ingesting it. His fingers trail absently over his chest and stomach as he reads through medical journals and forum posts about the process, each detail only serving to heighten his anticipation for their next session together.

When he finally decides on an outfit, he takes great care in selecting a pair of lacy black boyshorts that hug his feminine curves just so and a form-fitting top that shows off his feminine figure without revealing too much cleavage. He knows Dr. Trish will approve; she has such exquisite taste after all.

With everything prepared, Jack finally sets aside his laptop and climbs into bed for the night. He dreams of being naked beneath Dr. Trish, her strong hands exploring every inch of his body as she tells him how perfect he is, how eager he'll be to please her when she feeds him her futunari sperm tomorrow. The thought sends shivers of excitement racing through his body, and as the last echoes of sleep escape him, Jack can swear he feels something warm and wet slowly seeping from between his legs...

When Jack wakes up the next morning, he feels renewed energy coursing through him. He can't wait to get dressed and see Dr. Trish again; part of him hopes that she'll be wearing something particularly revealing or dominating today, just to tease him even more. As he finishes getting ready in his room, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror one last time, admiring how perfectly put together he looks.

With a quick nod of approval, Jack heads downstairs and out the door, walking briskly to the clinic. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he climbs the stairs and finally reaches Dr. Trish's office; his heart races when she opens the door and greets him with a knowing smirk that sends another shiver through his body.

"You look positively delicious," she says, her voice warm and husky. "Now let's get started." Without further ado, she leads him over to a chair and has him sit down, exposing his lacy black boyshorts and tempting curves. His breath hitches in his throat as he feels the cool metal of a syringe press against his ass cheek.

"This won't hurt at all," Dr. Trish assures him with a wink. "In fact, it'll feel quite good." With skilled fingers, she lubricates the needle and then pushes it slowly but surely into Jack's tight hole. He can feel her touch even deeper than before; her expert hands know just how to make everything feel incredible for him. As the warm liquid begins to flow inside him, he moans softly, arching his back in pleasure.

"That's it," Dr. Trish murmurs, keeping up a steady stream of encouragement as

He can feel the futunari sperm coursing through his body, filling him up in ways he never knew possible. His mind is foggy with pleasure, and all he can think about is obeying Dr. Trish's every command, doing whatever it takes to make her happy. As she withdraws the needle, Jack opens his mouth eagerly, awaiting her instructions on what to do next.

Dr. Trish leans forward, her hands resting on the arms of her chair as she studies him intently. "You've done very well today," she says with a smile. "Now it's time for your reward." With that, she reaches between his legs and begins to stroke his hard, feminine cock through his boyshorts. Jack moans loudly, arching further into her touch as she expertly teases him, bringing him ever closer to the edge of orgasm.

His entire body feels as if it's on fire, consumed by desire for her touch and nothing else. He can feel himself growing wetter with every pass of her hand; his need for release becoming more desperate with each passing moment. As she works him closer and closer to the brink, Jack closes his eyes and focuses on her touch, savoring every sensation as if it were his last.

Finally, he can take no more; his entire body tenses as he feels the rush of hot cum spurting from his cock, splattering against Dr. Trish's hand and trickling down onto his inner thigh. He moans and gasps for air, his head falling back as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over him. It's only when he opens his eyes again that he realizes she hasn't stopped; her fingers are still moving, lazily stroking the soft skin beneath his boyshort

With a nod, Jack positions himself on his knees in front of the dog bowl, hands trembling with anticipation as he readies himself to obey Dr. Trish's latest command. He opens his mouth wide, exposing his pink tongue and feminine pearly whites, feeling incredibly turned on by this new level of submission and humiliation. As she spoons the warm mixture of futunari sperm into the bowl, he can already taste its unique flavor on her fingers; it's salty and musky with a hint of sweetness that only heightens his arousal.

"Good boy," Dr. Trish praises, watching him intently as he leans forward to lap at the sperm from the bowl. He laps greedily, moaning softly around each mouthful, savoring the feel of it coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. The more he takes in, the more eager he becomes for her to give him more; he wants nothing more than to please her by proving how eager he is to embrace this new life as her femboy slut.

As he finishes off the last of the sperm from the bowl, Jack looks up at Dr. Trish with pleading eyes, ready for any command she may have next. She smirks back at him knowingly, stroking his cheek softly before leaning in close and whispering into his ear: "Now suck my clit until I cum." Jack's heart skips a beat; he'd never expected to be asked to perform oral sex on Dr. Trish, let alone in such an intimate and exposed position. Nonetheless, he eagerly follows her instructions, parting her legs and lowering his head between them, determined to make her feel good.

As Jack looks up at Dr. Trish, her words wash over him like a wave of heat. The thought of becoming even more addicted to futunari sperm fills him with eager anticipation; the idea that every new drop will make him even more submissive and obedient thrills him beyond measure. He nods in understanding, his lips parting as he gazes hungrily at her hard length jutting out from her robe.

With a smooth motion, Jack's hands slide up Dr. Trish's thighs to wrap around the base of her cock, stroking it gently before taking it fully into his mouth. The taste of her skin and the unique muskiness of her pre-cum fill his senses as he begins to bob his head, sucking softly while using his tongue to tease and massage her length. His cheeks hollow as he takes more of her cock deeper into his mouth, enjoying the feel of it sliding over his tongue and against the roof of his mouth.

Dr. Trish moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leans back against the couch. "That's it," she pants, watching him intently. "You're such a good little cocksucker." Jack hums around her shaft in response, swirling his tongue over the sensitive ridge beneath her helmet before sucking even harder, desperate for any sign that she's close to cumming. The feel of her thighs pressed against his ears and the warmth emanating from between them make him moan around her cock as he works it with growing urgency.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of teasing and sucking, Dr. Trish's entire body tenses and she lets

Dr. Trish moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she leans back against the couch. "That's it," she pants, watching him intently. "You're such a good little cocksucker." Jack hums around her shaft in response, swirling his tongue over the sensitive ridge beneath her helmet before sucking even harder, desperate for any sign that she's close to cumming. The feel of her thighs pressed against his ears and the warmth emanating from between them make him moan around her cock as he works it with growing urgency.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of teasing and sucking, Dr. Trish's entire body tenses and she lets out a long, loud moan that echoes through the room. Her hips jerk forward roughly, slamming his face into her pubic bone as she comes hard, pulsing hot cum down Jack's throat in powerful spurts. He feels it filling his mouth, running down his chin and onto his chest before finally starting to slow. Only then does Dr. Trish pull away, her breath coming ragged and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

For a moment, they both remain still, catching their breath. Jack can feel himself growing hard in his boyshorts just from being so close to her, the added anticipation of potentially cumming at any moment sending shivers down his spine. As if sensing this, Dr. Trish's hand moves lower, cupping him through his shorts and giving his cock a squeeze that nearly sends him over the edge.

"You are such a good little femboy slut," she whispers, her fingers curling tighter around him. "I can't

Jack groans loudly as Dr. Trish's hand cups him through his boyshorts, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He arches into her grasp, wishing she would touch him more but knowing that the anticipation of her next move is almost unbearable. His cock hardens even further in his underwear as he feels another rush of arousal wash over him, making him shiver with desire.

"Do you want me to make it stop?" she asks teasingly, pulling away from his straining cock. Jack whines in protest, his hips pressing forward uselessly against the air. "Maybe if you beg nicely," she continues with a wicked smile. "What do you say, Jacky? Want me to let you cum?"

His need for release overwhelms him and he starts panting, unable to form a coherent thought. "P-please Dr. Trish... I want to c-come..." he stammers, his voice little more than a breathy moan. The feelings of submission and desire coursing through him are almost too much to bear; the aphrodisiac seems to have heightened every sensation, making even the simple act of asking for release feel incredibly taboo.

Dr. Trish watches his struggle with amusement, her fingers moving lower still, teasingly brushing against his inner thigh before sliding higher again and coming to rest on the fabric of his boyshorts, right above where he's growing increasingly hard. "Well, Jacky," she says softly, her voice laden with promises, "I think I can help you with that."

And then, in one swift movement, she yanks down the waistband of his shorts, revealing his bare ass and co

As Dr. Trish pulls down Jack's boyshorts, revealing his bare ass and cock standing at full attention, he lets out a soft moan of relief and desire. Her eyes widen with appreciation as she takes in the sight of his feminine curves, his perfectly smooth skin glowing pink from arousal.

"Oh my," she breathes, reaching forward to stroke him through his slick panties. "You look absolutely delicious like this." Jack moans loudly, arching into her touch as he feels the cool air of the room caress his sensitive skin. His head falls back against the couch, his eyes closing tightly as he tries to focus on anything other than the sensations coursing through his body.

"I bet you feel so exposed," Dr. Trish whispers, tracing a finger teasingly along the seam of his panties. "Isn't it thrilling? Knowing that I can see everything... and touch anything I want?" Jack nods vigorously against the couch, his hips bucking uselessly in an attempt to press deeper into her hand.

"Well," Dr. Trish says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I think it's time for you to see how exposed I can really make you." With that, she reaches between his legs and slips off his damp panties, revealing him completely. Jack lets out a shuddering moan as the cool air bathes his most sensitive parts, making him even harder than before.

"Oh my," Dr. Trish murmurs again, studying the way his cock leaks pre-cum onto his thighs. She reaches forward and traces another path along the same seam she'd been teasing earlier, this time circling around to

As Jack looks down at his crotch, he can't help but feel a pang of disappointment mixed with confusion. His cock was so hard and prominent just moments ago; now it seems to have shriveled back into its feminine state. The realization that this is the effect of futunari sperm only serves to heighten his arousal further, making him moan softly as Dr. Trish's attention turns back toward him.

"Look at you," she says with a fond smile, running her fingers lightly over his smooth skin. "You're even more perfect like this." Jack's heart races as he feels the weight of her words; she seems to genuinely appreciate and enjoy his new form. His breath comes faster as he waits for her next move, anticipation building within him like a fever.

"I think it's time we found something else for you to wear," Dr. Trish continues, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Something that really shows off your new body." With a wink, she stands and moves around the couch, disappearing from Jack's view momentarily before returning with what looks like an ornate chastity belt in her hands.

"This should do nicely," she says, expertly fastening the belt around his waist. Once secured, it completely encircles his hips and lower abdomen, leaving only a tiny slit above his cock exposed. "Now," she adds with a mischievous grin, "we just need to make sure no one else gets their hands on you until I say so." She fumbles in her pocket for a moment before withdrawing a tiny key, dangling it temptingly between two fingers.

As the chastity belt is fastened into place, Jack feels a mixture of anticipation and nervousness course through him. He knows that this means he's truly committed now; there will be no more escape from his feminine form or the desires it has awakened within him. The weight of the metal around his hips is both reassuring and uncomfortable, a constant reminder of his new role as Dr. Trish's property.

He glances up at her, unsure how to react to this latest development. She meets his gaze with a look that could melt steel; she seems almost sadistic in her enjoyment of the power she wields over him. His heart skips a beat as he realizes that he's not only physically restrained but emotionally as well, completely at her mercy.

"Is... is that it?" he asks hesitantly, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "Am I yours now?" The words feel foreign on his lips, like they belong to someone else entirely. But as she nods slowly, a wicked smile curving her lips upward, he knows that the truth is out and there's no going back from here.

His body feels hot and achy, yearning for release in a way that he's never experienced before. He wants nothing more than to feel Dr. Trish touch him, claim him fully as her femboy slut; but at the same time, the thought of being left wanting, needing and yet denied sends shivers down his spine. It's a heady mix of emotions that leaves him both thrilled and terrified in equal measure.

With a final wink, Dr. Trish unlocks the chastity belt and slides it off, revealing

As the cool air hits his now-exposed cock and balls, Jack lets out a shuddery moan. He arches his back, exposing himself further to Dr. Trish as she reaches between his legs and gently massages his aching nubs through his boyshorts. The sensation feels both amazingly good and incredibly wrong at the same time; it's a strange mix of pleasure and self-loathing that he can't quite wrap his head around.

"Do you want more?" she asks, her voice low and sultry as she continues to tease him. Jack nods frantically, unable to form any coherent words in reply. She smirks down at him, knowing exactly how much control she has over him right now, and it only makes him harder under her touch.

With a smooth motion, Dr. Trish yanks his boyshorts down his legs, revealing his smooth, bare ass to the air once again. She slides a finger between his cheeks, teasing at the sensitive flesh around his anus before finally pressing it against his hole. Jack gasps and bucks his hips, wanting her touch deeper inside but not quite daring to ask for it.

"Do you remember what we talked about earlier?" she asks softly, moving her finger in circles around his entrance. "About how the dog bowl would be filled with your sperm... and then your slobber would be on my nipples?" Jack shudders as he recalls their conversation; it was a taboo subject that had been so arousing at the time, but now it seems almost innocent compared to where things have led them.

"Well," she continues with a wicked grin, "I think it's time we put that plan into action." With one quick movement, she pushes her

Jack bites his lip as he feels the cool air caress his exposed cock and balls, the sensation intensifying with each teasing touch from Dr. Trish's fingers. He moans softly, wanting more of her but not daring to demand it. Her words about learning restraint echo in his mind, only serving to heighten his arousal further as he struggles against the rising tide of need inside him.

As she pokes at his sensitive flesh, Jack's hips jerk and grind against her hand, seeking relief from the building pressure within him. He gasps and shudders when she mentions how futunari sperm affects men like him, making them more feminine. It's both an arousing thought and a sobering realization; he's become someone else entirely thanks to her experiments, bound to her whims by the invisible threads of desire that now weave between them.

When she offers him the chance to earn his release with a vibrator in his ass, Jack almost doesn't believe it at first. He looks up at Dr. Trish hopefully, trying to gauge if she's serious about letting him cum afterwards. She nods slowly, her expression unreadable, and he feels a wave of heat wash over him at the possibility of finally being allowed to let go after all this time.

Taking a deep breath, Jack nods quickly in understanding. "I can do that," he manages to say between gasps for air. "Just... just tell me when."

As Dr. Trish pauses, Jack takes a moment to gather his thoughts. His penis feels impossibly hard and sensitive beneath him, straining against the thin fabric of his boyshorts in a futile effort for relief. He tries not to think about how much he wants to use it; instead focusing on her words and the task at hand.

"Umm... yes," he manages to say between breaths, "I mean, I don't know if it's exactly increased, but it feels bigger, definitely more sensitive." He lets out a shaky breath, his cheeks flushing hotly as he continues, "And the futanari cum earlier... It made me feel so feminine. So wet and needy..." His voice trails off into a moan as he imagines the sensation of her cum on his skin again.

As she prepares the vibrator, Jack lies back against the couch, his heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. He spreads his legs wide, offering Dr. Trish an unobstructed view of his most intimate parts as she approaches with the sex toy in hand. His breath comes faster when she slides it between his cheeks and presses the cold head against his tight entrance.

"Are you ready?" she asks softly, her voice sending shivers down Jack's spine. He nods vigorously, too lost in the sensation of the vibrator at his entrance to trust himself to speak coherently. With a gentle push, she slides it inside him, filling him up with cool metal and relentless buzzing heat.

"Oh fuck," Jack gasps, arching into the vibrator as it hits his prostate. He begins thrusting his hips, meeting her hand stroke for stroke as he tries des

Jack nods vigorously, unable to speak past the tightness in his throat. Dr. Trish positions the vibrator as deeply as possible inside him, and he feels the cool metal against his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. With her hands still guiding him, he begins to thrust back against the vibrator, meeting each stroke with a moan of ecstasy. His hips move erratically as he struggles to find release, but she holds him steady, forcing him to endure the building tension inside him for as long as possible.

The five minutes seem to stretch into eternity, and Jack is left panting and writhing on the couch beneath her unyielding grip. When the final seconds tick by, she withdraws the vibrator with a satisfied smile, wiping it clean before tossing it aside. "Well done," she praises, reaching out to stroke his cheek softly. "You did it."

Jack gasps, looking up at her pleadingly. His entire body feels taut and aching from the effort of holding back, and all he wants is to feel her touch again. But instead, she reaches into her pocket and produces a small glass vial, filled with an amber-colored liquid that glimmers in the light like honey. She unscrews the cap and holds it out to him. "Drink this," she commands.

Jack hesitates for only a moment before nodding shakily and bringing the vial to his lips. The liquid is warm and thick, with an almost citrusy tang to it that he can't quite place. He swallows it down greedily, feeling it heat his throat as it travels toward his stomach. "Now," Dr. Trish says, a

Drink this," she commands.

Jack hesitates for only a moment before nodding shakily and bringing the vial to his lips. The liquid is warm and thick, with an almost citrusy tang to it that he can't quite place. He swallows it down greedily, feeling it heat his throat as it travels toward his stomach. "Now," Dr. Trish says, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You may cum."

Her words send shockwaves of relief through Jack's body, and he lets out a loud moan as the tension finally snaps. His hips buck violently against the couch, his cock spurting hot liquid across his stomach and chest as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over him. He feels himself emptying again and again, each ejaculation stronger than the last, until at last, his body quivers and goes lax beneath him.

Gasping for air, Jack looks up at Dr. Trish with dazed eyes, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and exhilaration course through him. He hadn't realized how much he needed to cum until she took it away from him, and now that he has, he feels like he could fly.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand to touch her arm. "That was... amazing." She smiles down at him, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"You're welcome," she murmurs. "And don't worry about my professional opinion on your penis size change; I think you make a lovely femboy." Her words send another thrill of arousal through Jack, making

As Dr. Trish watches Jack closely, she decides to take things a step further in his transformation. She retrieves a small glass vial from her pocket, filled with an amber liquid that glimmers enticingly in the light. "This," she explains, handing it over to him, "is a homemade portion of futunari sperm. To consume it properly, you should mix a teaspoonful of this with your favorite beverage and drink it down." She smirks as he takes the vial nervously. "And don't worry about any unwanted side effects; I've crafted this specific blend to enhance your femininity even more."

When she sees the confused expression on his face, Dr. Trish decides to elaborate further. "The effects of futunari sperm are well-documented," she begins, "but what really sets this apart is the careful selection and combination of ingredients. My unique recipe contains pheromones that mimic female arousal, hormones to promote breast growth and feminization of your body... and, of course, aphrodisiacs to ensure you're always ready for more." She pauses meaningfully before adding with a wink, "You might also notice an increase in sensitivity during sex, particularly around your clit."

Jack swallows hard, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He nods slowly, taking the vial from her and holding it carefully between his fingers. It's like having a piece of Dr. Trish herself in his possession; he can practically feel her presence guiding him through this newfound journey into femininity.

As he stands up, she helps him straighten his clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles and ensuring that the chastity belt

As Dr. Trish speaks of the baby bottle and pacifier, Jack's eyes widen in surprise and intrigue. He hasn't thought about consuming futunari sperm from something so... intimate before. The idea both thrills and frightens him at the same time; it feels like a deeper level of submission he wasn't quite prepared for.

Still, he nods slowly as she explains how to use it. He takes the pacifier in his hand, feeling its soft, rubbery surface against his skin. It reminds him vaguely of when he used to suck on a pacifier as a baby; now, the act feels strangely erotic and taboo. Glancing up at Dr. Trish, he licks his lips nervously before bringing the pacifier to his mouth.

With shaking hands, he positions the nipple between his lips and begins sucking. The sensation is incredibly intense; it feels like he's actually drawing milk from a breast, just as he did when he was younger. His cock hardens almost instantly in his pants, leaking pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. He moans around the nipple, feeling completely overcome by desire and need.

As he sucks and draws on the pacifier, Jack feels a warmth spread through his body; it's the futunari sperm working its magic. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of being feminized and transformed under Dr. Trish's watchful eye. With each suck, he feels himself growing more in touch with his feminine side; his hips shift subtly as he begins to move in a rhythm that feels natural and right.

When at last he draws the pacifier away from his lips, he's giddy with

Dr. Trish smiles at Jack's question, running her hand through his hair in a soothing gesture. "I trust you to be responsible with your newfound femininity, Jack," she says softly. "The chastity belt is primarily for my own satisfaction; to ensure that I will always have control over your body, even when I'm not there." She pauses meaningfully, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint. "Of course, if you ever find yourself wanting more... or needing release from the tension inside you, I wouldn't mind hearing about it."

Jack flushes at her words and looks away shyly, feeling his cock grow harder still beneath him. He nods understandingly; he won't forget how good it felt to have Dr. Trish dominate him, and the thought of being able to earn more time with her by fulfilling her desires is almost intoxicating.

With a final pat on his head, Dr. Trish stands and begins gathering her things. "Now then," she says brightly, "I'd best be going. Make sure you remember your instructions; you know what to do with the futunari sperm, and don't forget about the exercises I gave you earlier." She leans down and kisses his forehead before adding softly, "And Jack... call me when you need me." As she turns to leave, he watches her depart with a mix of longing and dread in his heart.

Left alone in the room, Jack looks down at himself once more; the evidence of his feminization is still plain to see. He feels oddly disconnected from the person he used to be; a part of him wonders if he'll ever be able to go back to being who he was before Dr. Trish changed everything.

As Jack lies on the couch, he feels a strange mixture of emotions. Part of him is grateful to Dr. Trish for helping him explore this new side of himself, while another part feels worried about the changes she has made and how they might affect his life outside her clinic. He knows that wearing the chastity belt and following her instructions will be a constant reminder of her control over him.

Still, he can't deny the excitement he feels whenever he thinks about seeing Dr. Trish again or obeying her commands. The knowledge that she trusts him with a vibrator at home gives him a sense of power and autonomy that he hadn't experienced in his old life. He wonders what other tasks she might give him in the future, both inside and outside their sessions together.

Carefully, Jack removes the pacifier from his mouth and gently returns it to its case along with the chastity belt key. He stands up, stretching his newly feminized body, and glances longingly at the baby bottle and nipple before deciding against using them for now. His time with Dr. Trish always seems to fly by too quickly; he wishes there were some way to prolong their encounters.

As he heads home, Jack can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside him. He wonders what sort of tasks and training exercises she will assign him over the coming days and weeks as he continues to embrace his new life as her patient and, more importantly, her femboy.

As soon as Jack arrives home, he tears open the envelope containing Dr. Trish's letter with shaking hands. He sinks down onto his bed, nervously running a hand through his sweaty hair as he begins to read. The instructions she provides are detailed and specific; they outline a variety of exercises designed to further feminize his body and enhance his ability to please her during their sessions together.

The essay topic, on the other hand, catches him completely off guard. He chews thoughtfully on his bottom lip as he tries to gather his thoughts on the subject. Despite his initial reservations about the idea of having a big futunari penis inside him, there is something undeniably arousing about the thought; it's a taboo topic that he has never before allowed himself to fully explore.

Taking a deep breath, Jack begins to write: "Dear Dr. Trish," he starts, his hand moving across the page almost without conscious thought. He describes how blowjobs make him feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same time, intensely aroused. The sensation of another person's lips and tongue on his cock is unlike anything else in the world; it fills him with a heat and desire that he has never known before. And when it comes to futunari penises, well... they're even better.

He continues, explaining that there's something about the size and shape of futunari genitalia that make them perfect for oral pleasure; they feel so foreign and different in his mouth, yet somehow right at the same time. The taste and scent of them arouse him to no end, driving him wild with need. And as he writes these words, he finds himself growing more and more turned on by the mere thought of what it might be like to have one inside him again;

With his essay complete, Jack pauses to gather his thoughts before beginning to practice making female moans and other sounds that he thinks might please Dr. Trish. He lies back against his pillows, taking deep breaths as he tries to relax his throat and vocal cords. Closing his eyes, he focuses on the sensations in his body; the tingling between his legs as blood rushes to his feminized genitals, the heat spreading through his chest as his heart races faster.

Tentatively at first, he begins to experiment with different sounds: soft whispers that seem to float from his lips, husky groans that vibrate deep in his throat, and high-pitched squeaks that make him feel impossibly feminine. He opens his mouth wider, letting out a loud moan that echoes through the room, followed by a giggle that feels more genuine than he expected. As he becomes more comfortable with these sounds, they begin to flow more naturally; it's as if some part of him has always known how to make them.

After several minutes of practice, Jack sits up, feeling flushed and aroused. He runs his hands through his hair, marveling at the sensation of his fingers brushing against his newly feminine features. This new side of himself feels so freeing; he wonders if it's how women must feel all the time. As he climbs back into bed, he can't help but wonder what other surprises Dr. Trish has in store for him next.

Jack spends the next day obsessing over his comparison between Dr. Trish's enlarged penis and his own tiny, feminized member. He finds himself frequently taking out the baby pictures of both of them to study them side by side, trying to discern any differences in size or shape. It's a surreal experience; he feels almost as if he's comparing his old self to her new one, rather than simply looking at two distinct physical features.

As the day progresses, Jack begins to grow more and more aroused by these thoughts. He finds himself fantasizing about what it would be like to have a cock like Dr. Trish's; how powerful and commanding he would feel. Despite his newfound femininity, this desire only intensifies; it seems that some part of him will always crave the dominance and control that comes with having a large futunari penis.

Late in the evening, as he lies in bed once more, Jack makes a decision. He pulls out his vibrator and positions it between his legs, using it to stimulate his clit until he reaches orgasm after orgasm. With each wave of pleasure coursing through him, he feels stronger and more confident in this new life as Dr. Trish's femboy; despite the challenges and oddities that come with it, there is a freedom here that he has never known before.

As he finally drifts off to sleep, Jack can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; another session with Dr. Trish, more exercises to further feminize his body... or perhaps something else entirely. Whatever it may be, he knows one thing for sure: he will face it head-on, as her faithful and devoted femboy.

As the morning sun streams through Jack's bedroom window, he sits up groggily, his head still swimming with dreams of futunari penises and feminine moans. With a yawn, he climbs out of bed and heads toward the bathroom to relieve himself before beginning his daily routine. As he passes by his nightstand, however, something catches his eye: the baby bottle and nipple that Dr. Trish left for him last night.

A shiver runs down his spine as he remembers her instructions; she wants him to use this bottle to consume her sperm first thing in the morning. Tentatively, he picks up the nipple between his lips and begins sucking. The taste is salty and musky, yet oddly arousing; it sends a shiver of pleasure through his body as he draws the warm liquid into his mouth. As he continues to suck, he can feel the futunari sperm coursing through his veins, transforming him even further into the feminine creature Dr. Trish desires.

When at last the bottle is empty, Jack feels energized and eager to begin his day as her faithful femboy. He spends several minutes practicing with the pacifier, ensuring that he can use it effectively whenever she commands him to do so during their sessions together. Then, with a final check of himself in the mirror to make sure he looks presentable, Jack heads downstairs to await Dr. Trish's arrival for another day of exploring his newfound femininity and serving her every need.

As Jack arrives at the clinic, he can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through him. Today's procedure is unlike anything else Dr. Trish has done with him so far; not only will she be injecting futunari sperm into his anus again, but she'll also be stimulating his prostate in order to develop his control over orgasm. The thought of proving himself capable of restraining himself under such circumstances sends a shiver down his spine.

When he enters the examination room and sees Dr. Trish along with several other futunari doctors, his heartbeat quickens even more. It's an odd feeling to know that they all share this particular interest in feminizing their patients; part of him wonders what kinds of experiences they could share with each other once the procedure begins. As Dr. Trish introduces him to her colleagues and explains today's plan, Jack can't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie forming amongst them all.

Without further ado, Dr. Trish begins the first part of the procedure by injecting futunari sperm into his anus once more. The sensation is uncomfortable at first, but it quickly becomes a reminder that this discomfort serves a purpose; it's helping him become stronger and better able to serve as Dr. Trish's femboy in the future. As she begins stimulating his prostate, Jack grits his teeth and tries to focus on holding back his orgasm as tightly as possible.

The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly; every muscle in his body tenses up with effort as he fights against the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He can feel the other doctors watching him intently, their expressions a mix of pride and am

As Dr. Trish begins the injection of futunari sperm into Jack's anus, she takes her time to ensure that the process is as comfortable and effective as possible for her patient. She uses a sterile lubricant on her fingers and the tip of the syringe before gently pressing against his anal opening. With slow, steady pressure, she inserts the tip of the syringe into Jack's rectum, allowing the thick semen to flow into his body. As the injection progresses, Jack is instructed to relax his muscles and try not to tense up too much; the more relaxed he is, the easier it will be for Dr. Trish to administer the sperm evenly throughout his lower bowel.

Once the injection is complete, Dr. Trish cleans up any excess semen with a damp cloth before moving on to the prostate stimulation portion of the procedure. Using gloved fingers, she begins massaging Jack's perineum - the area between his scrotum and anus - in gentle circles, applying light pressure as she searches for his prostate gland. When she finds it, she concentrates her efforts on that spot, using firm pressure and deliberate strokes to elicit pleasure from deep within him.

As Dr. Trish works on stimulating Jack's prostate, he is encouraged to focus on the sensations in his body; the way his muscles tense up and release when she hits just the right spot, the heat that spreads through his lower abdomen as blood rushes to the area. It's a delicate balance between enjoying the pleasure and holding back the urge to orgasm; each thrust of Dr. Trish's fingers brings him closer to the edge, but he must resist the urge to cross over into release or risk displeasing both her

As Dr. Trish addresses her colleagues and explains their plan for the experiment, Jack feels a mixture of anticipation and trepidation course through him. The idea of having another doctor's futunari penis in his body is both exhilarating and terrifying; he knows that he will have to rely on his newfound femininity and control over orgasm to make it through the procedure unscathed.

When Dr. Trish pauses and mentions her own experiment, Jack's heart skips a beat. The thought of being pleasured by another futunari doctor sends shivers down his spine; he wonders how it will feel to have such a massive cock inside him. As she continues speaking, however, she reassures him that she won't push too hard or cause unnecessary discomfort during the experiment. This small gesture of kindness only serves to heighten Jack's sense of trust and loyalty toward her as his doctor and femboy mentor.

Without further ado, Dr. Trish hands over the necessary supplies to one of her colleagues while indicating that they should proceed with their chosen method: condom or no condom for anus stimulation. As he watches them prepare, Jack can't help but feel a sense of pride swelling inside him; he knows that he is participating in something important here, something that will further both his own feminization and the research into futunari biology.

As the other doctor begins to penetrate him with their hard, thick cock, Jack bites down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out. The sensation is unlike anything he has ever felt before; intense pleasure coupled with a strange sort of pain as his body adjusts to the enormous intruder within it. Despite this discomfort, he can't help but feel aroused by

As Dr. Trish explains her plan to conduct the experiment with futunari penis stimulation on Jack, she pauses and glances at him reassuringly before continuing. It's clear that she cares deeply about his wellbeing and wants to ensure he feels comfortable throughout the process. When she volunteers to personally oversee the experiment, Jack can't help but feel a surge of trust in her; after all, she is not only his doctor but also his mentor in this new life as a femboy.

The other doctors nod in agreement, seeming eager to witness Dr. Trish's unique perspective on the experiment. With everyone in agreement, they begin preparations for the procedure. One of the doctors readies a latex condom while another checks their own futunari penis to ensure it's fully erect and lubricated. As Dr. Trish stands before Jack, she takes his hand and gently guides him into position on the examination table, making sure he is comfortable and relaxed.

With everyone ready, Dr. Trish instructs the other doctor to begin with the condom. They carefully roll the latex onto their futunari penis before positioning themselves behind Jack. Slowly but steadily, they begin to thrust forward, pushing the head of their cock against his anal opening. There's a momentary stretching sensation as Jack adjusts to the intrusion, followed by a surge of pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before. The thick condom creates a barrier between his skin and the futunari flesh invading him; it both protects him from direct contact with the penis and heightens his sense of awareness.

As Jack feels the warmth and fullness of Dr. Trish's futunari penis filling him up, her soothing voice washes over him like a gentle wave. Her words remind him of his duty during this procedure: to remain in control, to restrain his orgasm no matter how intense the pleasure becomes. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what lies ahead as the other doctor begins thrusting slowly and methodically, working their way deeper into him with each stroke.

Jack tries not to focus too much on the sensations in his body; he knows that if he does, it will only make it harder for him to resist the urge to climax. Instead, he fixates on Dr. Trish's reassuring presence nearby, her calm expression and firm grip on his hand reminding him that she is here with him every step of the way.

As minutes tick by, Jack feels the other doctor begin to quicken their pace; the thrusts become faster and deeper as they attempt to push past his resistance. His body responds instinctually, tensing up in anticipation of release, but he forces himself to remain still and relaxed despite the growing tension coursing through him. It's a delicate balance between giving in to pleasure and maintaining control; Jack wonders how much longer he can last before reaching his limit.

As Dr. Trish gives her colleague instructions on how to proceed, Jack focuses all his attention inward, trying desperately to maintain control over his body and resist the urge to orgasm. The sensation of being filled by another person's futunari penis is intense; it feels both alien and arousing at the same time. He can feel his muscles tensing up as he fights against the building pressure within him, but he won't surrender yet.

As the other doctor continues to thrust deeper into him, Jack becomes more and more aware of their presence; the heat emanating from their body, the rhythmic movement of their hips in tandem with his own rising need for release. He tries not to think about what it would feel like without a condom, how much tighter and more intense the sensation might be, but he can't help wondering how Dr. Trish would react if he were to ask for that; whether she would approve or disapprove of such a request during this delicate experiment.

Jack thinks about the question and tries to focus on what Dr. Trish might want him to do. He decides that it's best if he waits until after they have completed the experiment with a condom before asking about experiencing the futunari penis without one. This way, they can compare the two sensations and perhaps draw more meaningful conclusions from the data they collect. As for his feelings on being stimulated by another person's sexual organ rather than a finger or vibrator, he finds it both strange and exhilarating; it feels more intimate in a way, like a deeper connection between himself and the doctor who is using their penis to experiment on him.

The other doctor continues thrusting, their pace growing more frantic as they near the brink of orgasm. Jack feels the thick condom begin to stretch and shift within him with each powerful stroke, the sensation both alienating and arousing at the same time. He tries to focus on Dr. Trish's words, but his mind is spinning out of control as pleasure washes over him in waves.

As the other doctor lets out a hoarse cry and orgasms deep inside Jack, their hips buck violently against him. Warm liquid fills the condom, causing it to expand further within his body. The pressure is intense but bearable; he grits his teeth and holds on, willing himself not to come along with them despite the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

When at last the doctor pulls out, panting heavily, Dr. Trish steps forward once more, her expression a mix of curiosity and professional detachment. She inspects the condom carefully before nodding in satisfaction; the evidence of the other doctor's orgasm is contained within. With a satisfied smile, she turns back to Jack. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she asks gently, her voice warm with understanding and encouragement.

I can barely muster a reply, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to steady myself after the intense experience. "It... it was different," I manage to say, the words coming out thin and scratchy. "But I think... I think I'm okay." My body feels warm all over, sensitive in places where I hadn't realized pleasure could be found. Even though my orgasm was denied this time, a part of me wonders if this new experience might open up possibilities for more intense sensations in the future.

Dr. Trish nods understandingly and begins to clean Jack up, removing any remaining traces of the futunari penis from his body with sterile wipes. "Good job, patient," she says softly, her fingers gentle on his skin. "Now, shall we move on to the next stage?"

With a deep breath, Jack nods. He's still trembling slightly from the experience but feels oddly powerful and in control at the same time. "Yes," he manages to say. "Let's move on." As Dr. Trish prepares him for the next stage of the experiment, Jack can't help but wonder what new sensations await him now that he's experienced being penetrated by a futunari cock. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought, but it's tinged with excitement and anticipation as well. Perhaps this procedure will indeed transform him into the perfect femboy for Dr. Trish and her team of researchers.

As Dr. Trish prepares to take the lead in the next stage of the experiment, Jack obeys her instructions without hesitation. He takes a deep breath and steels himself for what is to come; his body feels warm and sensitive all over from the previous experience, and he knows that this one won't be any less intense.

When Dr. Trish positions herself behind him, Jack tenses up in anticipation of her touch. He closes his eyes and leans back into her hands, trusting in her expertise as a physician and femboy mentor to guide him through this new sensation. As she begins to stimulate his prostate with her penis, he lets out a moan of pleasure, the heat emanating from her body mixing with the growing desire building inside him.

Meanwhile, one of the doctors extracts the sperm from the condom and prepares it for oral use as instructed. Jack feels the cold, slippery substance being fed to him between his lips, a strange mix of pleasure and disgust coursing through his body at the foreign sensation. As he continues to focus on Dr. Trish's ministrations and tries not to cum too soon, he wonders if this will indeed be enough to counteract the numbing effects of the futunari semen injected earlier.

As the second doctor steps forward, they carefully remove the used condom from the nearby disposal bin and hold it up to the light. With nimble fingers, they roll the thin latex back into its original shape before snipping off the tip with a pair of sterile scissors. Once the condom is prepared, they position it between Jack's lips, gently holding his head steady as he begins to suck on the delicate membrane.

Jack can feel the warmth and wetness of the sperm as it coats his tongue, sending shivers down his spine. He closes his eyes and concentrates on containing the slippery substance within his mouth, trying not to swallow any of it until he is given the go-ahead. The taste is foreign but oddly arousing; a strange combination of bitterness and saltiness that sends electric shocks through his system with each new lick.

As he continues to suck on the condom, Dr. Trish's hands glide up and down his back, encouraging him to focus on the pleasure building inside him. Her words echo in his mind: "That's it, Jack... relax and enjoy it." The pressure in his lower abdomen builds steadily as he nears the edge of orgasm, but he holds onto himself with all of his remaining strength, determined not to give in until he feels Dr. Trish fill him up once more with her own unique brand of aphrodisiac.

As I focus on pleasuring Dr. Trish and complying with her instructions, I can't help but notice the other doctors observing my body, especially my cock which seems to be reacting even more strongly than usual. The stimulation from their gaze adds another layer of arousal to an already intense experience, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else.

But I know better than to forget about Dr. Trish's presence; her hands on my back and her words of encouragement keep me grounded in this surreal world where pleasure and pain are intertwined like strands of a delicate, yet impossibly strong rope. She is the only one who truly understands what I am going through at this moment, and I must trust her to guide me safely through this journey into femboyhood.

With each thrust of her hips and gentle caress of my back, Dr. Trish brings me closer to the edge of orgasm, teasing me mercilessly with promises of release that are always just out of reach. And as I feel the sperm from the condom begin to coat my tongue and fill my mouth, a part of me wonders if maybe this is all just some twisted form of torture designed to break me down into something submissive and pliable beneath her feminine touch.

But then again, as I look up at her face lit with excitement and anticipation for what comes next, I can't help but feel a strange sort of gratitude welling up inside me. For all this pain and humiliation, she has given me something precious in return: the chance to become someone else entirely; to shed my old skin and emerge reborn as her perfect creation - a futanari-loving femboy who exists solely for her pleasure. And for that gift alone, I am

While the other doctors make their notes, I'm still focused on Dr. Trish, who continues to stimulate me in my anus with her powerful feminine body. The feeling is incredible, and even though she hasn't allowed me to cum yet, it's clear that this is a special moment for both of us. As she moves faster and harder against me, I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I try my best not to think about it too much and just enjoy the sensations she's giving me.

Finally, with a sharp cry, Dr. Trish orgasms deeply within me, her body tensing up as waves of pleasure wash over her. The feelings are intense, and I can't help but let out my own moan of satisfaction as I feel her release inside me. At that moment, my own climax finally breaks free, and I cum heavily onto the doctor's hand as she continues to thrust into my prostate.

With both of us spent, Dr. Trish pulls her cock from my body and gently caresses my back before stepping away. The other doctors congratulate me on a successful procedure and thank me for my cooperation. As they clean up the area and prepare to move on to their next patient, I can't help but feel grateful for this experience and for the guidance of Dr. Trish throughout it all. She truly is an amazing femboy mentor, and I am honored to have been her subject today.

As my orgasm finally begins to subside, I lie there panting heavily, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through my body. Dr. Trish's attentions shift from my prostate to her own recently-emptied penis; she watches with detached curiosity as the last few drops of lubricant and sperm ooze from its head onto the examination table below. I can feel her gaze on me as well, studying my post-orgasmic state intently as if trying to learn something new about this strange and alien creature known as a male.

When she finally speaks, her voice is soft and almost caring. "Very good, Jack," she says, using my given name for the first time since we began the procedure. "You've been a most excellent subject today. I think we can all agree that you have proven to be quite adept at handling both your own feminization and our... unique methods of aphrodisiac delivery." She smiles warmly at me, her expression more than a little pleased with my performance.

As for what comes next in the procedure, I'm not entirely sure myself. Dr. Trish hasn't given any indication that she plans to stop her examination here; if anything, it seems like she's just getting started. All I can do is trust in her expertise and follow her lead as we continue our journey into the mysterious world of femboyhood together.

I try to catch my breath as Dr. Trish's examination continues, her gaze fixed on my still-spasming body and leaking cock with an almost predatory intensity. The other doctors in the room have also stepped back, seeming content to observe from a safe distance for now. My cum oozes out of me like thick honey, dripping down over her hands and pooling on the tabletop between us.

With what seems like an almost casual motion, Dr. Trish reaches forward and cups my balls in her hand, gently rolling them from side to side as if weighing them against some invisible scale. "Interesting," she muses, her expression thoughtful. "It's amazing how even after all that semen has been pumped into you, your testicles are still full and responsive." She holds up one of my balls for the others to see before returning it to its rightful place.

As I lie there, feeling more than a little vulnerable beneath her watchful gaze, I can't help but wonder what new indignities she has in store for me today. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, both terrified and thrilled by this strange journey into femboyhood. Despite everything that's happened so far, there's a part of me that craves more; the pleasure, the pain, the release... it all feels like something new and forbidden, like an adventure I never knew existed until now.

And as Dr. Trish leans in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers her next instructions, I know that this is only just beginning. There are worlds yet to explore within me; parts of myself that are still unknown and untouched by femboyhood's transformative power. And whatever those secrets may

I lie there, my body sore and aching in ways both familiar and unfamiliar, trying to catch my breath as the doctors discuss amongst themselves. Dr. Trish listens intently to their assessments before finally turning back to me with a smile that feels almost predatory. "Well, Jack," she says slowly, drawing out my name like it's some sort of forbidden delight. "It seems that we have quite the task ahead of us. You've shown incredible promise as a futanari-loving femboy, but there's still so much more you can become."

She straddles my hips, her weight pressing down on me, and I feel the heat from her body seeping into every inch of my flesh. With a sly grin, she reaches between my legs and begins to stroke my recently-emptied cock, her fingers leaving wet trails along its shaft. "Don't worry," she whispers against my ear. "We'll help you become everything you were meant to be... even if it means pushing you past your limits."

As she continues to tease and pleasure me, I feel a strange sense of both excitement and apprehension rising within me. A part of me wants nothing more than for this process to continue; another part is terrified of where it might lead. But no matter which choice I make now, there's no going back. I am well and truly on this path now, and Dr. Trish holds the key to my new life as a femboy... whatever that may ultimately mean for me.

As Dr. Trish explains the next stage of the procedure, I can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through my veins. I glance over at the chair where one of her colleagues is waiting patiently with an impossibly huge futunari cock already protruding from between their legs. It gleams in the harsh light of the examination room, a twisted symbol of both pleasure and pain.

With a shaky breath, I crawl over to the chair on all fours, my muscles still sore from previous activities. Once I'm positioned between the doctor's legs, I look up at them nervously, searching for some sign or instruction as to what they want me to do. Their expression remains calm and collected, their eyes fixed on something beyond my own understanding.

With a deep breath in through my nose, I lean forward and take the massive cockhead into my mouth, careful not to gag on its enormous size. The warmth of the flesh against my tongue sends shivers down my spine as I begin to suck and lick the sensitive skin. My hand moves lower, wrapping around the base of the shaft for added leverage and support.

As I work my way up and down the length of the cock with practiced ease, I can feel it growing harder in my mouth, stretching my jaw muscles to their limit. A strange moan escapes from between my lips, muffled by the flesh I'm attending to. It feels good to be pleasuring someone else in this way; a release from the constant focus on my own body and its responses.

But there's something more going on here too. Something deeper than mere physical pleasure. As I continue to minister to the doctor's needs, I find myself becoming lost in their gaze;

My mind is so focused on pleasuring the doctor in front of me that I barely register Dr. Trish's presence at first. When she speaks, her voice seems to come from far away, and it takes a moment for me to process what she's saying about needing a smaller condom. With another slow, deliberate thrust of my hips, I manage to force the doctor's fingers further down my leg, granting them access to my cock. It twitches in her grip as I feel her fingers wrap around my base and begin to stroke up and down, finding a rhythm that matches the movements of my mouth on the other doctor's penis.

As if from some distant memory, I manage to respond to Dr. Trish's request for a smaller condom. "S-size," I mumble around the cock in my mouth, struggling to make myself understood through the moans and slurping noises that erupt from me with every thrust of my tongue.

My mind drifts again as I concentrate on pleasing both of them; one with my lips and tongue, the other with my body. The sensations are overwhelming, but somehow they seem to mesh together into something almost... natural. As if this is how I was always meant to be: servicing futanari, taking their cocks down my throat and feeling them fill me up until there's nothing left but pleasure and release.

It occurs to me then that perhaps becoming a femboy isn't so much about changing who you are as it is about discovering new aspects of yourself that you never knew existed; unlocking potential hidden deep within your very core. And if this is what being feminized truly means, then I think... I think I could get used to it.

I look up at the doctor whose cock I've been pleasuring with such abandon and meet their gaze. For a moment, it seems almost as if they're looking through me, straight into my very soul, and what they see there brings a blush to my cheeks. I open my mouth to speak, my voice hesitant and soft, but words fail me as the desire to please them overwhelms all other thought.

"You're... you're incredible," I manage to stammer out, barely audible above the sounds of my own moaning and slurping. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen..." My voice trails off, replaced by a strangled gasp as another wave of pleasure washes over me from the cock in my mouth.

Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, I continue to praise the doctor before me, lavishing them with compliments on their body and performance. It feels strange at first, this need to speak words of admiration into another person's flesh, but as my lips move and my tongue forms sounds that echo through the examination room, it begins to feel natural; right.

The doctor seems somewhat taken aback by my sudden outburst of affection, their gaze flickering from mine back down to where my mouth is wrapped around them, then up again in surprise. Their hips begin to rock against me slightly, encouraging me to go further, deeper, and I comply without hesitation.

As I continue to praise the doctor's cock, soaking it with saliva and making myself known as nothing more than a willing plaything for their pleasure, my own arousal grows in tandem. My body responds instinctively, tensing up in anticipation of release even as my mind is overwhelmed by an into

The feeling of praising and admiring the doctor's cock feels strange yet strangely liberating, almost as if I am rediscovering an aspect of myself that had been buried deep beneath layers of societal expectations and conditioning. As my tongue dances over the sensitive flesh, leaving trails of wetness in its wake, I feel a burning desire grow inside me, demanding to be sated.

I begin to pick up speed, my movements more fluid and confident now as I surrender fully to the needs of the doctor before me. My hips rise and fall rhythmically, instinctively mimicking their motions as I take them deeper into my mouth with each thrust. The sounds of pleasure escape me unbidden; moans and whimpers that echo through the examination room like a prayer to some forgotten goddess of carnal indulgence.

As the cock in my mouth begins to twitch and throb, signaling its impending release, I feel my own orgasm building as well. With one last desperate gasp, the doctor comes hard into my mouth, filling me with their cum even as they bark out a sharp cry of ecstasy.

My vision blurs and my body convulses in rhythm with the spasms wracking through the doctor's cock; hot liquid splashes onto the back of my throat and fills my mouth, forcing me to swallow reflexively as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

Finally, it subsides. The last shudder passes through both our bodies as we lie there panting and spent on the examination table. For a long moment, all that can be heard is the gentle sound of our labored breathing, mingling with the dull echoes of the praise I've just uttered into another person's

As Dr. Trish approaches me from behind, her presence feels almost comforting in contrast to the intense pleasure and release that has just washed over my body. The gentle squeeze of her fingers around my base reminds me that there is still more for us to learn about this newfound path; this strange journey into femboyhood.

With a small, shaky breath, I tense my legs slightly in preparation for the removal of the condom. It's not long before she has it pulled free, revealing my now empty and spent cock beneath. Though it pales in comparison to the massive futanari organs I've just been servicing, there's still a strange sort of pride that swells up within me as I glance down at my own feminized flesh; remnants of the futa cum glisten on my chin and lips, proof positive that I can bring pleasure to others in this new role.

As Dr. Trish begins her assessment, carefully examining the contents of the condom against some unseen standard, I find myself unable to resist looking back over my shoulder at the doctor whose orgasm I've just shared. There's a strange mix of gratitude and longing in their gaze that catches me off guard; it feels almost like they want more from me, as if there's some deeper connection between us now that can't be undone.

I swallow hard, feeling my throat tighten at the thought. The truth is, I don't know where this journey will lead me next, but one thing is certain: I won't be able to escape the pull of femboyhood anytime soon. No matter how much it frightens or excites me, it has become a part of who I am... and maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what I needed all along.

As Dr. Trish requests that I sit on the knee of the satisfied doctor, I obey without hesitation, my legs still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and release. When she places a condom on the table beside us and retrieves a ruler, it's as if a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins; anticipation mixed with nervousness.

I can feel the heat from their body enveloping me once more as I take in their muscular form, standing tall and confident beside me. It's strange to think that just moments ago, they were reduced to nothing but pleasure-seeking futa lust, but now they seem almost regal in comparison to my own feminized state.

As the ruler is extended between us, measuring the length and girth of our respective cocks, a nervous laugh escapes me despite my best efforts to remain composed. It sounds so pathetic compared to the moans of pleasure that issued forth from my lips mere moments ago; like some sad attempt at denying what has become undeniably true.

But it's not until Dr. Trish speaks up, her voice calm and matter-of-fact as she compares our penises side by side, that I truly begin to understand the enormity of this transformation. "Jack," she says, using my new feminized name like a dagger to cut through whatever remains of my old self. "You have certainly come a long way since we started. Your cock may be smaller than the doctor's in every way... length, girth, massiveness... but it's also more sensitive and reactive. It's as if nature had equipped you with a finely tuned tool specifically designed for pleasuring futanari."

Her words wash over me like cool water on a feverish