Jean Thomas is just an average human man from Earth. Or, at least, he still is for the moment. Jean is, unfortunately for him, a debt-slave. He had an idea that he thought was revolutionary, took out a loan, dropped everything and pursued a small business on his homeworld. Little did he understand that Earth is a tough market, and that big business is constantly on the lookout for ideas to steal and profit from. A few years, a few more loans, and some poor managing later Jean finds himself in a fuck-load of debt. Well, several thousand literal fuck-loads given the situation he's currently in.

Large amounts of debt, especially when the debtor is unlikely to ever be able to repay them, are highly frowned-upon in galactic society. So much so, that galactic governments instituted a number of forms of debt slavery for debtors and bankruptcies.

Probably the largest problem with this process is that debt slaves must be purchased from the debt holders, who generally expect a full return on investment, if not including some of the expected profits from interest. This has led to a climate of debt purchase where the industries most likely to purchase expensive slave contracts are those where the labor is most needed, as well as the most likely to see a return.

Debts so large as the ones Jean held are typically only sought after by a handful of industries. All of them are exploitative, few of them a debt slave could be expected to survive through contract completion both whole in body and mind. The few industries such a debt slave could be expected to survive their contract "whole" simply have a different definition of "whole" than most galactic citizens.

Fortunately for Jean, his contract had garnered interest from several different industries. Even better, the judge of his bankruptcy case took pity on him. Jean was given his pick of the bad choices on offer. Only one of those industries offered contracts that guaranteed survival, healthcare, and a lack of dismemberment: the sexual services industry.

Making the easy selection, the bankruptcy court quickly sold Jean's contract to an unknown organization. He was knocked out and put in stasis. His court-mandated memory removal to prevent recidivism was performed cleanly and efficiently. Then, he was shipped off to his new owner.

Which is where we find him now: on an alien world, on the operating table of a local modder, naked, and just now waking up for the first time since his sentencing. A beautiful alien woman with faintly gray-green skin, horns, and a tail, presumably the modder or one of their staff, sits just inside his range of sight. Restraints hold him in place while tubes, sensors, and other devices seem to penetrate his every orifice. It would all be more alarming if the situation somehow didn't leave him feeling intensely horny.

A smooth, thin voice echoes out into the room from the woman, "Jean... nice to finally have you awake and aware. My name is Nijue, and I've been contracted by your new owner to mod you for your new profession. We're going to, at a minimum, give you a female body, but let you keep your dick. They want you to be a futanari, capable of copulating with any client of their choice. Outside of that, they have given me a number of options and a healthy budget to give you some initial modifications. I'm the best modder there is around these parts, so this is likely going to be a fairly long term relationship between you and me. You want something to increase your sales, maybe lower your debt a bit faster? You come to me. So, we can do this the easy way and I'll make sure you like what you become. Or, we can do this the hard way and I'll enjoy seeing just what I can make of you." The last was said with a hint of sadistic glee.

Jean gulped. "I... a f-female body? Why can't I keep my body, at least somewhat? I've got debts to repay. My body is valuable too, even if it's not the same as your money."

"Oh," said the lab coat-wearing alien with clear enjoyment, "But, then, not only would we have to be careful about what clients you end up with to keep the genital compatibility, your new owners are specifically looking for in a humanoid like you, but you wouldn't have as much sex appeal. Sex appeal, you see, is key in this industry. As such, I'm under orders to work in as much sex appeal as possible in the changes."

"New owners? What's that about?" Jean panted, the panic nearly overwhelming him. "What's going on?"

Nijue grinned widely, "Damn! Court got your memory that badly did they?" After waiting for an answer from Jean, and only getting confusion in response she continues. "You were hauled in to bankruptcy court." With those words, recognition dawned on Jean's features. He didn't have any personal experience with debt slaves, but he'd done his research as his debts loomed on the horizon. Thinking back, he couldn't remember how his debts got so bad, but he could remember the tension and fear of being yanked into bankruptcy court.

"Ah! I see that you understand now..." the modder giggles, "you're a debt slave, one that I hear has a fairly massive debt to pay off." She leans forward and caresses the man's face seductively, but with an air of danger as if the caress could turn to a scratch in an instant. "Lucky for you that the adult entertainment industry took an interest. I've heard that people with your kind of debt don't tend to survive their contracts in any other industry."

Nijue steps back and begins to work on a handheld tablet she picks up from nearby. A holo-display flickers to life in front of Jean's restrained form. "Now then," the modder's voice rings out in an almost singsong tone, "We need to get started on your initial mod package, gotta turn you into a pretty little dickgirl for your owners."

With the ease of practice and hours of study in her chosen profession, Nijue calls forth various models of 3D renders of what Jean might look like with different mod packages and displays them in the floating display in front of him. "I'll be a bit nice here, if nothing else to make sure our relationship starts off on the right foot." The woman turns towards Jean and gives him a sultry smile, "As such, I'm going to let you choose your base appearance when we change you into a futanari. However, you're going to get a single mod of my choice depending on which appearance you choose."

Jean nervously scans the different models, eyeing each one warily. There's almost twenty different starter options, although most of those are generic and easily distinguished. All of the options are clearly derived from Jean's genetic code and limited to human in appearance. It seems as though his owners don't want him to go xeno or cyber as of yet, probably something to do with his prospective clientele. All of the options, however, do seem to fit some kind of porn archetype that Jean is at least somewhat familiar with. Soon, he has it narrowed down to just five options, which he mentally lists out in detail to weigh the pros and cons of each of these feminine forms:

Option 1: Twink - The twink has a lean, yet masculine appearance with androgynous looks. While the muscle on their frame isn't prominent, it does show off their figure and carries the impression of an incredible athletic ability. The twink features more effeminate facial features and is noted for soft skin, good for the physical appearance part of their profession.

It's easier to move the body of a slim and lean model as well. If Jean is expected to work physically while having sex with their clients then being able to move their muscles in concert is probably important. This option seems to lean heavily on a mixture of dancer-like flexibility and the more muscular build of a runner or cheerleader. It would focus on ease of movement when shifting positions and for Jean to be able to move in physically strenuous positions.

Option 2: Domme – The domme body includes stronger legs, allowing easy retention of various positions with her clients. Jean's arms also remain rather muscular and strong. Even though it leaves a moderate amount of muscle across the torso, they have impressive bust. Perhaps similar to a B or C cup. In terms of size, their hips and ass are the next defining characteristics, standing out somewhat as eye-catching. Jean would have long nails, a particular fetish in many species in the galaxy, and would be sensitive to others touching their body

Considering what little he knew about his situation, this body struck him as probably being one of the better options. It strikes Jean as an enjoyable aesthetic and the appearance itself hits a few boxes his customers were likely to check off.

Option 3: Gidget - More of a girl-next-door, or rather porn-next-door, beauty. She's fuller figured than the other models, and has a very sultry demeanor, perhaps from constantly moving her hips. This body type seems to go well with a thick penis. Her body might bear some resemblance to various pop-culture depictions of Venus de Milo, having a relatively thin waist, wide hips, and big and thicc cheeks.

This feels like a body that comes from physical pleasure and has a submissive nature, a domme being its preferred partner. This body is also probably intended for the sake of bondage and may have a more intense and rough kind of sex.

Option 4: Femme Fatale - A body type dominated by its slim, accentuated features, the femme fatale has 'legs for days'. Its overall sense of tightness suggests sexual confidence, yet its tone is slinky and suggestive rather than forthright. An appeal that focuses on teasing is usually prevalent. She has relatively wide hips and a moderate bust size with thin muscular arms and long nails. She strikes Jean as the kind that's always flirting and teasing, yet never giving them what they want.

Option 5: Cheerleader - Bigger breasts, bigger cheeks, and thicc thighs make this model larger, softer, and all around more voluptuous. While a cheerleader is better to be known for having an exceedingly bubbly personality, not to mention thick thighs, and enjoys keeping their form well toned, but not ripped, the Cheerleader treats the shape of their body, with a broad bosom, plush rear, and fit body, as their most alluring trait.

Jean indicates the five narrowed down options to Nijue. "Any chance you could tell me what you're going to tag on to each of these?" He frowns, "There might be one or two that I prefer, but I'm willing to bet that you would 'monkey's paw' me with some kind of ironically sadistic mod for that choice."

Nijue's eyes start flickering through the individual 3D models before her. Slight tweaks and other external variables are played with until all the models have individually fitting traits associated with them. She works steadily for what feels like half an hour until at last she turns to Jean. "Hmm, cheeky boy," chuckles Nijue. "I like that, still, you should show more respect to your superior and the modder that will be servicing you." She leans forward, her cleavage on full display in Jean's view. Jean found it nearly impossible to look away. He'd spent however damn long he's been here being pumped full of drugs and looking at sexed up versions of himself. Having the real thing shoved right in his face was certainly not helping his attempts at making a logical decision during this crisis.

Nijue smirks as she spies where Jean's eyes are looking, "Don't think I haven't been watching your tracker, you really should take up your owners on that urge to masturbate. You'd probably not feel as flustered when trying to make a big decision like this."

Jean pulls his eyes off of her tits and glares directly into her eyes. "How the hell am I supposed to do that when you have restraints strapping me to this chair?" he spits out, "Whatever, just hand over the tablet or something so I can go through the details. After I've got a better idea of these models I can figure out my proper answer to this."

The modder grins wider as she leans in and presses her mouth to Jean's own and slips him tongue for a long moment before leaning back and taking the datapad with the models in her hand, but not passing it over. "Those are just the default descriptions, they can and will change. You'll find that the only answer we desire is 'Yes, mistress.'" The alien leans forward, her breasts pressing against Jean's as she sets her hands behind his head and pulls herself forward to where her lips just brush against his. "Those are the options that have been given to you. If you keep resisting and pushing for more information, then I'll make some changes that you definitely don't want."

Jean's mind spins as he desperately tries to comprehend the modder in front of him. During her threats, her voice becomes eerily quiet as she makes a very deliberate effort to lean further forward and practically whisper in his ear. The scent of her hair washes over him, flooding his mind and threatening to cloud his judgment, but through supreme willpower he keeps himself steady as she finishes her threat, "Trust me, there's a world of difference between what I'll be adding to the listed options now and what may be put there, should you continue to refuse me." She punctuates her words with a lewd kiss to the neck, right near the jugular, before leaning back into her chair.

Jean tries to think quietly as his hard-on rages from his restrained form. He tries to imagine just what this sadistic modder is likely to add to each of the five options. It's almost easier to imagine with his lust-fogged brain. His brain goes into overdrive, and he imagines far too many horrific, hot, amazing scenarios. He instead decides to toss caution to the wind and just pick, delaying any more at this point would only make things worse. Jean picks the option that feels like the best choice for the current situation. "Option four: I'd like to start out as a femme fatale, Mistress," the honorific slips out quite naturally at the end.

Jean tenses up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He knows that this particular modder isn't just going to let him slide easily. In fact, he's fairly certain his new owners want at least one exotic mod package from Nijue. At this point, he just hopes that picking an option that's more on the sexed-up end of things gives her less room to ironically fuck him over. The alien in front of him merely smiles a big smile and pushes a button on her datapad. There's a sound as she sends the results.

Nijue leans back and regards Jean for a long while. Jean stares back, mentally praying that his assessment of the modder was correct and she won't ironically find some way to enhance his suffering. Though with his raging boner, there's probably not much he can do to prevent some level of suffering regardless.

Nijue starts spinning around in her chair, "Ah! You should have seen yourself when I told you what I'd do if you refused to work with me. It was well and truly delicious!" She stops spinning and grins at him. "I do so love to see that moment of fear and indecision! You even went and chose something of a looker, rather than trying to be androgynous or masculine." She leans forward in her chair, once again showing off her tits. "I think I can be kind this time..." She looks to the side, pouting and tapping her lips in thought. "How's about we give you something to make sure you enjoy things a bit more?" She turns back to Jean and grins with that increasingly familiar manic smile. "How about we give you an internal clit, the normal external one, and an extra at the base of your penis? That'll make sure you enjoy all the normal stuff we're equipping you for."

There is no going back.

Once Jean has the initial mods, the process is permanent. Her owners have spent a lot of money on him, so they won't allow him to refuse certain assignments that do not fit into the femme fatale archetype that Jean has chosen. Instead of being able to rely on the 'refusal policy' and simply leaving the customers that don't work for her, she'll be strongly encouraged to try and figure out an alternative.

Jean gulps, a bad feeling wriggles its way to the forefront of their thoughts. "Wait, it doesn't matter how I answer this question, right? Is that the real 'you're fucked' question that I need to say 'No' to instead?" Jean asks the modder a more pertinent question, "Just what does that internal clit mean anyway?"

Nijue giggles and shakes her head, a distinctly genuine reaction from the woman, "I'll admit that was one of the responses I was expecting, glad to see you'd rather cooperate than try and fight." She leans forward and swivels a bit in her chair. "It's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Your species aren't the only humanoids in the galaxy, and a few of the other races have different erogenous zones. One of the more common mods is a bit of a play on that. Essentially, we take the same structure of nerve tissue that makes up your little clitty, and we branch it out to some additional spots inside of you. The ones we put inside your vagina and at the base of your cock have a bit more flesh covering them than your standard clit. We do that to make sure that it's less likely to get oversensitive."

Jean sits, mulling over the information. A part of him expects this to be some elaborate ruse on the alien's part. Maybe they want to see how Jean will take this new information, but everything that Nijue has told him seems very honest. With so much effort to maintain his forced arousal and sedation, he's become far less resistant to any kind of sexual advance and her personal scent was becoming overwhelmingly heady.

Jean tries to meet Nijue's eyes, rather than any other assets she has on display. "I think I've gotten a good enough read on you at this point to know that the extra clits aren't exactly something I can refuse at this point." he sighs in resignation. "Is there anything I need to do to get this process started?"

Nijue's smile becomes the most genuine one that Jean has seen yet. "My, my, you do catch on quick! You're probably the most exciting job I've worked on in the last few years..." She turns to work at her computer a bit more. "Just for that, I'm going to do this the fun way. Make sure you get to enjoy the process of being changed..."

Jean watches as she manipulates her desk a bit more before walking over to him. She stands near his head and brushes her fingers through his hair and looking down into his eyes, her tits on display right in front of him. "Enjoy the view, because it's probably the last one you'll get that you didn't pick out yourself, at least for a while. I know that I'm going to love watching you squirm and cum through this whole process." Her motions become significantly more tender. "You're going to want to get more mods sooner or later. Give me a good show, come back to me of your own volition next time. Do that, and I'll make sure to take good care of you every time you come back to me."

She leans over and trails kisses down his naked form, leading all the way to his throbbing cock. The kiss she presses into his shaft sets his nerves ablaze. She trails down even further, kissing his ballsack then his taint. "Let's start getting rid of these balls for you, and giving you a nice little fuckhole to replace them." Her hands grasp his balls one last time as she turns and talks to her computer. "Go ahead and send in the slime with the adjusted parameters. I'm ready to watch a new hole be fucked into my little project here."

Jean turns from watching her to panic a bit when he feels the chair she has him strapped into raise up. Everything tilts and moves until Jean is held in a position similar to that used for a pelvic exam. His legs are held firmly in stirrups, and he can't see what is going on past his hips with the angle he is laying at.

An alabaster slime pours from some drain on the ceiling and slithers around just out of Jean's sight. His hands grip tightly into the armrests of the chair as he tries to get a handle on the situation. He feels the slime as it starts to lather itself between his thighs, and then has the wind knocked out of him when it suddenly pushes one of its tendrils through his anus.

Jean gasps in surprise and pleasure as the thick, viscous ooze works to fill his insides. His cock twitches with need as it goes unmolested aside from its drug-induced state. Slowly, the creature seems to push further and further inside of him, expanding to fill what feels like every nook and cranny.

Little did Jean realize that the violation was only just beginning. Despite the way it felt, the slime had barely even entered Jean's ass. Perhaps the false assumption came from his fraying sanity, more likely it came from his chemically inflamed senses. In either case, it didn't take long for that first tendril to find what it was looking for: his prostate.

The slime needed to mold Jean's body, to move many of his inner organs. The functional portions of his penis needed to make room for the fuckhole that would soon join them. Now that it had a grasp on one side, it worked to find its way to the proper parts of the other.

Jean watched as another tendril reached up in between his legs, engulfed his cock, and thrust itself down inside his shaft. The texture surrounding his dick was pillowy, suspending his cock in a gelatinous cloud. What penetrated him was totally different, entirely unlike that of the appendage inside his anus, it felt thin and runny as it oozed inside of him. The tapered-end that still hung outside of him seemed to push, ever so slowly, impossibly deeper into his cock.

The sensations from both ends spread deeper and deeper into him. As the slime pushed into the base of his cock, the ooze inside his ass felt like it started to balloon inside of him. It grated against his prostate, pushing it up and forward towards his dick. It pushed against his hip joints, as if forcing them wider. It hurt just a little, but it hurt right. It hurt good.

With a lusty, deep-throated moan, Jean cums.

Not a single drop is allowed past the slime, as it absorbs all of the jizz. The slime keeps it inside of itself, consuming a source of DNA to change as it pushes deeper into Jean.

Despite Jean's orgasm, the tentacles within him continue to hump away as the rest of the body is inexorably shifting Jean's insides and dna to match the prescribed image of a femme fatale. The work is arduously slow and wondrously pleasurable as it shifts the bone structure of his hips to accommodate both a more womanly figure as well as the vagina that has yet to be formed.

The slime penetrating Jean's cock makes its way into the scrotum. The slimes pushing at both ends almost seem to vibrate inside him at this point. They are so close to touching, yet flesh still forms a barrier between them. All at once, the slime tendrils pull towards each other inside of him. The slime in his balls pulls tightly against his pubis just as the slime surrounding his prostate pushes up and towards the base of his cock.

With an odd tugging sensation, his balls are suddenly gone, pulled inside of him. The slime tendrils are connected inside of his flesh, bringing him even further pleasure.

It is at this point that another tendril of slime finds its way in between Jean's legs. This time, just on the underside of his cock, on his taint. It begins a slow push inwards at that point. The other tendrils drag out the slow grind on his prostate, focusing his attention.

Jean yelps and bucks against his restraints with the newly added stimulation, "Wait a minute! Where is that one going?"

Nijue crouches in front of Jean, now easily seen and even a bit less covered than before. She is clearly quite amused. "Just sit there and take it like a good girl. Focus on the feeling rather than the destination. I recommend enjoying this while it lasts..." she smirks before sitting up and rolling her chair closer to Jean's head.

A long, loud moan escapes Jean, and he clenches his eyes shut in an attempt to ignore what is happening between his loins. He continues to ignore as much as he can as the feeling of slime creeps atop his body. He moans again, his intentional ignorance only lasting until his moan is forced back into his throat unexpectedly. Without warning, a tentacle of alien ooze pushes eagerly into Jean's mouth. Jean breathes deeply, trying to intake oxygen before the slime invades his throat. It oozes ever downward, but Jean surprisingly finds himself able to breathe.

Just as he realizes that he can breath through the slime slowly forcing its way down his throat, Jean finds another new sensation tugging at his attention. Somehow, the tendril poking at his taint has moved into him, pushing towards his hips. It seems to be carving a new gouge in his flesh, between his colon and the base of his cock where his prostate has moved. This tendril pushes deeper and deeper, forcing a new hole into his loins.

Nijue leans in and whispers to Jean, "This is my favorite part..." He looks over and finds her staring straight into his eyes, her hand clearly moving up and down within her pants.

"You haven't realized yet have you? Not fully at least." She grins at him, and with her free hand motions at his groin. The entire time her eyes never leave his, not wanting to miss the instant of realization.

"That new tendril, the one that's digging into your taint? That's the one forming your vagina! As soon as it branches to the sides and forms your womb, you are no longer the man you once were, and you never will be again..."

The shock from Nijue's reveal and her choice of words suddenly change the feeling Jean was experiencing in his nethers. The sensation goes from pleasurable to uncomfortable, the sensation turns sharp as it enters the deepest part of his gut, just below his navel. A hard pinch, a feeling spreading away from the central tendril, a pleasurable curling in an odd and familiar shape, and then it's there.

Jean moans as a new sensation floods her loins. The feeling of penetration is no longer uncomfortable or wrong. It's as if everything was suddenly right with the world, all four of her holes, her mouth, her ass, her cock, and her brand new vagina filled to bursting.

Right next to Jean's ear, Nijue moans lewdly in ecstasy. "That's it girl! Cum for me! Work your fresh little cunt and cum like the whore you're becoming!"

Without hesitation, Jean clenches as she always does. As if possessed, her muscles clench down on everything inside of her, her tongue, her jaw, her new vaginal walls. Jean realizes that she was about to cum before Nijue told her to, without her even realizing that she was getting close. The muscles in the head of her new, ever so slightly longer cock cum like she had not since she was a teenager.

Something is incredibly different from her prior ejaculation. Her pussy as the slime forcefully coaxes an orgasm from it, taking advantage of the rest of her body's activity. It flows down her legs as more and more of her cum is pulled from her body. The slime tentacle is like a flexible cup, sucking at the back of her, trying to pull even more from her. She wants to collapse into her chair, but can't do so since she is held in place by thick leather straps.

Jean is just in the middle of recovering when Nijue presses her lips to Jean's lips and forces her tongue into her mouth. Her eyes are lidded, full of lust and intent. Her hands both work to massage Jean's chest. A low growl builds in the back of her throat as she twists Jean's nipples to try to incite another orgasm from her as the slime moving down her throat seems to build just beneath Nijue's ministrations. With a start, Jean suddenly realizes that the slime seems to cover the entirety of the inside of her body. It pushes and pulls at her flesh and bones, warping the pain of the motion with the pleasure of her budding second orgasm.

Nijue twisted and pulled at Jean's nipples. The flesh seemed to follow her movements, bursting forth with new weight, heft, and sensation. Jean cried out and sucked heavily upon Nijue's tongue, eager for stimulation as the pressure began to build even more inside her. She had never considered having this much focus in this region before today. She could never have imagined how wonderful tits could feel on the receiving end in the past. She wanted more, another twist, a pinch, some pulling, even perhaps something heavier. Something that would make her chest bounce in a most satisfying manner.

Nijue abruptly pulled back from their kiss and abruptly withdrew her tongue, releasing the newest nub of Jean's chest. Just as before, she crouched in front of Jean just as she was getting close. The sudden loss of such intense stimulation had Jean whimpering in a near-instant, "What the fuck?! Don't fucking tease me like that! Untie me and let me get this fucking cum-blob of a monster out of me!"

A knowing smile played on Nijue's features as she gave a single laugh, "Now, now my burgeoning little futa... That cum-blob of a monster is doing its job, fucking your flesh into all the right places. When it's done fucking your insides, I'll let you fuck it out of yourself and into me. Then you can fuck and fill me."

Nijue shifted her grip, her center of gravity, and before Jean could even blink NIjue's hands slid under her ass cheeks and jerked her body forward against its restraints. She couldn't help but choke against the inside-out stretching of her flesh. The tentacle slowly slithered inside her cock, a pleasure that her old self would have never imagined. And worse, her pussy keeps a hold of the ooze, much like it ⁸would a cock. Instead of it sliding out from inside her, it was an excruciatingly pleasurable, ever so slow pull at her new vulva from within.

And then Nijue planted her face directly into Jean's crotch. Her tongue shot between Jean's folds like a piercing dart. The insatiable modder twirled her tongue against Jean's outer clit, working in concert with the tentacles pulsing inside her.

Jean could feel as her body changed and warped. She could feel as the slime traipsed through her ovaries and cock. She could feel it as her body shrunk in on itself with the exception of her ass, tits, and cock. Everything became lighter, smoother, more sensual. And then came the pleasure, and it came in ever-crashing waves, more intense with each crash. She felt the slime-cock ooze deeper inside her, thinning itself and reaching up into her newly-formed ovaries. There wasn't any pain as the slime stretched and molded her most intimate of places, only pleasure and the incredible tightness of her changes. Jean was completely drained of semen in mere moments, the slime consuming it and filling her insides.

However, while Jean was trapped in a constant state of climax, Nijue stepped back. She moved quickly and dexterously to unfasten and release Jean from her restraints. She continued to assault Jean with her tongue at different places across Jean's body. The slime, with its thick pulsing dick and thinning tentacles throughout her innards, continued to assault Jean's senses and body. .

But then Nijue turned to show Jean her ass, bending forward and exposing her pussy. She licked her lips with lust in her eyes, "Come on, I want your futanari cock. And I need it now, no foreplay."

In an instant Jean was in her, thrusting her cock as deeply as she could into Nijue's soaked nethers. Jean shoved her cock deep inside Nijue, her entire length shoved inside the modder in moments. She held Nijue still for a moment at the full depth of her thrust, reveling in how different the sensation felt from when she was a man.

It was at this point that the slime seemed to writhe and know up on itself inside the shaft of her dick. A small nub of the substance pushed itself against the underside of her cock near the base. Within moments, she could feel a soft nubbin of flesh push out from the base of her dick. It pressed into Nijue's pussy and that pressure was somehow so much more than anything she had ever felt with her cock.

"There it is!" Nijue purs, "I can feel your new little clit pressing into my g-spot!" She turns her head to look at Jean from her bent over position. "It's time, Jean. My creation. Fuck me, empty that slime from inside you back into me. Fall to the depths of pleasure that only a modder like me can give you."

And Jean began to piston her hips in and out as if in a wild race. As if she had much control to begin with, any hint of control was completely gone from her now. It became a rut, pure and simple. There was nothing left in Jean's mind but the pleasure and the pussy she intended to fill to the brim. And finally, finally, her first orgasm in her fully-changed new body crashed upon her. It wasn't as gentle as the orgasms of her last as a man. Each wave of pleasurable contractions felt like the tip of a needle and felt across the entirety of her body. Then, there was only one pulse, like a pounding fist that beat against her g-spot, her inner cock, and that final place where the new organs had just begun to take shape.

Inside her, the tentacled ooze seemed to finally slip free of her slowly tightening grasp. With each pulsing movement, she could feel the slime slowly pull free from her inner being. She could feel it as she forced it through herself and out her cock. It came out much like the semen she remembered, at least at first. Her orgasm started similarly, but somehow built within her rather than recede. As it built, the spurts of slime became a stream, then a river. By the time her orgasm had truly reached its peak, she was fucking a constant flow of slime into the modder's pussy.

Her first orgasm as a futanari might not have had as much semen, but it was far more powerful. She couldn't stop herself as the climax hit her. The forceful pressure that had been building inside her suddenly exploded. She'd never experienced anything even close to the sensation, and couldn't help but scream as the blissful explosion burst through her nerves.

Jean could not resist the urge to hug Nijue's hips tightly to her own. Her hands gripped tightly around Nijue's hips, forcing the woman's genitals against her pelvis. Her cock was covered in Nijue's copious juices, which sprayed and leaked freely down the woman's legs. Not a single drop of the slime could be seen, all of it somehow staying within Nijue's over-inflated cunt.

Still holding tightly to the modder, Jean passes out.