Published: Jan 22, 2025

My one hundred and eighty-sixth caption, featuring the second part of my first two-part TransforLife entry!

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Davina coughed as she struggled with the salty taste in her mouth and throat, turning away from the Warden as he leaned back in bed, smiling. She couldn’t believe she had just done that, defiling herself like some kind of cheap whore. She picked one of his pubes off her face as he laughed.

“You’re pretty good at this, sweet cheeks.” He “complimented”, rubbing one of his coarse hands on her perfect ass. “How do you feel now?”

“I feel… used.” She groaned, unable to think of anything smart to throw back at him. “Why is everything so… sensitive? Is this normal?”

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? All inmates sent here have their tactile senses amplified. Mainly helps with ”corrective actions”, but can be used for… other activities.” He explained, pressing his body against hers as he dug a finger into the corner of her mouth. “Want me to show you, darling?”

Davina’s jaw trembled as his skin against hers sent shivers across her body. She wanted to punch him, spit on him, put him in the fucking dirt, but instead she licked his finger, leaning back into the bespeckled man. He pushed her against her back, pinning her hands up as he pulled down her beige panties.

The Warden thrust his dick, still slick with her saliva, into her, causing Davina to gasp for air like a fish out of water. Her whole body tingled from the explosive sensation as she reflexively squeezed herself down around him tightly. He seemed to find this quite pleasurable himself, beginning to thrust back and forth into her. Davina wrapped her arms and legs around the man, moaning loudly into each movement as he had his way with her.

“Oh God~… Oh God~… Oh God~!” She repeated each time, like music to the Warden’s ears even as she dug her nails into his back like an animal.

“Say you’re mine! Say you belong to me, that you’re an object to be… used by me and me alone!” The Warden demanded between grunts, looking deeply into her glossy, tear-filled eyes. “Say it, and I’ll… make you feel like this every day! Do it, darling! Say it!”

“I’M YOURS~…AH~, OH GOD! I BELONG TO YOU! I’M AN OBJECT WHO WANTS TO FEEL LIKE THIS EVERY DAY!” Davina finally gave in, screaming the words out loud as she squeezed down around him even harder. “PLEASE, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEE~!!!”

The Warden and Davina both came together, their skin pressed tightly together as he filled her insides with his seed. Davina could only pant, still holding herself against the Warden. Davina no longer cared about any sense of embarrassment or anger she held previously, consumed by the lust that came with her new form. The Warden smiled warmly at her, patting her head as they both laid with their backs on the bed, completely exhausted.

“Well doll, I think I’ve discovered the best method to rehabilitate you.” The Warden smirked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it with a puff.

From that day on, Davina would serve the Warden exclusively, staying in the manor house and sleeping with him every single night. The Warden would experiment with her, trying out all kinds of kinky techniques and toys on her all the time. Having been broken of any sense of shame, she’d walk around and perform her “light duty” in little more than an apron some days, on the orders of her new owner. Her screams of pleasure became a regular occurrence, one that would always annoy her “less-fortunate” fellow inmates. Eventually, this daily ritual had repeated itself for five years, just as Davina was eligible for her first parole hearing. She entered an office in the manor later that day, sitting in front of three parole board members.

Davina was quite frank and honest about her previous crimes, a far cry from how she had acted in court five years previously as David. She couldn’t help but blush deeply when they asked if she had “learned anything from her time being incarcerated”, as images and sensations flashed through her head. What really surprised the board members was when she requested to keep her new identity if released early, having grown attached to her new form. She was released that very same day, meeting with a TransforLife agent who finalized and sealed her in her new, horny form. She watched as the Warden, her owner, her master pulled up to the front gate in his car, ushering her inside. She did as he said, like the good girl she was.

As the pair sped away from the prison, Davina could do little but squirm expectantly in her seat, crotch slick with juices as she anticipated the night ahead. Arriving at his suburban house, he picked her up and princess carried her inside. This was her new home, where she’d be staying from now on. She wasted no time following him to the bedroom. This was different than before, of course. Her lovely Warden was going to marry her, but not before putting a baby inside of her tonight. The one thing she hadn’t done with him in five years. Her body craved it like nothing else in the world.

From that point, things moved quickly, with Davina even taking the lead a few times as she let go of what few inhibitions she had left, taking on all sorts of positions as he pounded her with his perfect cock. He was perfect, utterly divine. She knew she couldn’t live without him anymore.

“YES! YES! YEEEES~” Davina screamed, pulling at the sheets as he fucked her against the headboard. “Give it to me! Give me a baby! Please!”

“Your wish is my command, darling.” He smiled before releasing his seed inside her. She could practically feel her eggs being fertilized at that moment.

As she laid down on the bed, panting, the Warden, Neil, smirked as he looked into the girl’s soft features. He used to wonder if she was really capable of being a proper mother, able to raise children and live normally after what “he” did, but Neil was confident that his “treatment” had done the trick. She was so dependent on him that there was no chance that she’d ever relapse, after all. His girl, his doll, his perfect, obedient toy. All his, forever…