I woke up disoriented, my head throbbing as if I’d been struck by a wrecking ball. The air was thick, almost syrupy, and carried a faint metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, weighed down by some invisible force. My body…something was wrong. My body didn’t feel like mine. Panic surged through me as I struggled to sit up, but a soft, melodic voice cut through the haze. “Don’t fight it,” it purred, smooth as silk but with an edge that made my skin prickle. “You belong to us now.”I turned my head, straining against the heaviness, and saw her—them. Three figures stood in the dimly lit room, their forms otherworldly yet irresistibly alluring. Their skin shimmered like liquid starlight, curves sculpted with impossible perfection. They were tall, towering over me, their eyes glowing with an ethereal light that seemed to pierce straight through me. “What…what did you do to me?” I croaked, my voice sounding higher, softer—wrong. One of them stepped forward, her movements fluid and predatory. She knelt beside me, her long, slender fingers trailing down my arm. Her touch sent a jolt through me, electric and invasive, as if she was probing deeper than just my skin. Oh God. I looked down at myself, and my breath left me in a shaky gasp. My chest…wasn’t flat anymore. My hands flew to my face, feeling delicate features where there had once been sharp angles. My hips were wider, my waist narrower. My body hummed with a strange, alien awareness, every nerve ending alive in a way I’d never felt before. “We’ve made you perfect,” she murmured, her lips curving into a smile that was both cruel and inviting. Her hand slid down my side, her nails grazing my new curve of hip. “You were…incomplete before. Broken. We’ve fixed you.” “Fixed me?” I echoed, my voice trembling. I tried to pull away, but my body betrayed me, arching slightly into her touch. Her fingers found the hem of the strange, silky garment I wore, slipping underneath to trace the sensitive skin of my lower belly. “Yes,” another voice chimed in, softer but no less commanding. The second alien woman approached, her eyes raking over me with a hunger that made my stomach clench. “You were a man. A weak, fragile creature. Now…you’re something better.” Her hand joined the first woman’s, both of them exploring my transformed body with a possessive curiosity. Their fingers danced over my new curves, tracing the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the softness of my thighs. Every touch sent a wave of heat coursing through me, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control. “Do you feel it?” the first woman whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “The way your body responds to us? The way it craves us?” I did. God, I did. My nipples hardened under their teasing fingers, aching for more. My core tightened, a wet heat blooming between my legs that I couldn’t ignore. I hated it—hated how good it felt, how much I wanted them to keep touching me. “Stop,” I gasped, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. “Why should we?” the third woman spoke for the first time, her voice low and sultry. She moved behind me, her hands sliding around to cup my breasts, squeezing gently until I let out a strangled moan. “Your body was made for this.” Her words sent a thrill through me, shocking in its brutality and truth. I was trapped—not just by their grip on me, but by this new body’s insistent cravings. Their hands were everywhere now, exploring every inch of me with a merciless efficiency that left me breathless. The first woman’s fingers found my clit—my fucking clit—and I cried out, my back arching off the surface beneath me. She circled the sensitive nub slowly, each stroke sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core. “So responsive,” she murmured, her breath hot against my neck. “Look at you—already soaking wet for us.” I couldn’t deny it. My pussy was dripping, slick and desperate for more. The second woman’s fingers dipped between my folds, sliding easily through the wetness before pushing inside me. I gasped, my walls clamping down around her as she fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’re ours now,” the third woman whispered, her lips brushing against my ear as her hands continued to knead my breasts. “Every part of you belongs to us.” I wanted to argue, to fight back, but my body was drowning in sensations I couldn’t resist. The first woman kept circling my clit, building the pressure until I was trembling on the edge. The second woman added a second finger, stretching me deliciously as she curled them just right inside me. “Come for us,” the first woman commanded, her voice laced with dark promise. I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat as my body convulsed under their relentless touch. They didn’t stop—not when I was shaking, not when I begged them to let me breathe. They kept playing with my pussy, fucking me until I was gasping and writhing, pleasure and pain blurring into one overwhelming sensation. “Good girl,” the first woman purred as the waves finally began to subside. “But this is only the beginning.”

I woke up disoriented and in pain, only to find three otherworldly beings standing over me. They had transformed my body into something feminine and alluring, and despite my initial shock and fear, my new body responded to their touch with intense pleasure. The three beings explored every inch of my new body, bringing me to orgasm and claiming me as their own.

I woke up disoriented, my head throbbing as if I’d been struck by a wrecking ball. The air was thick, almost syrupy, and carried a faint metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, weighed down by some invisible force. My body…something was wrong. My body didn’t feel like *mine*. 

Panic surged through me as I struggled to sit up, but a soft, melodic voice cut through the haze. _“Don’t fight it,”_ it purred, smooth as silk but with an edge that made my skin prickle. “You belong to us now.”

I turned my head, straining against the heaviness, and saw her—*them*. Three figures stood in the dimly lit room, their forms otherworldly yet irresistibly alluring. Their skin shimmered like liquid starlight, curves sculpted with impossible perfection. They were tall, towering over me, their eyes glowing with an ethereal light that seemed to pierce straight through me.  

_“What…what did you do to me?”_ I croaked, my voice sounding higher, softer—wrong.  

One of them stepped forward, her movements fluid and predatory. She knelt beside me, her long, slender fingers trailing down my arm. Her touch sent a jolt through me, electric and invasive, as if she was probing deeper than just my skin.  

_Oh God._ I looked down at myself, and my breath left me in a shaky gasp. My chest…wasn’t flat anymore. My hands flew to my face, feeling delicate features where there had once been sharp angles. My hips were wider, my waist narrower. My body hummed with a strange, alien awareness, every nerve ending alive in a way I’d never felt before.  

_“We’ve made you perfect,”_ she murmured, her lips curving into a smile that was both cruel and inviting. Her hand slid down my side, her nails grazing my new curve of hip. _“You were…incomplete before. Broken. We’ve fixed you.”_  

“Fixed me?” I echoed, my voice trembling. I tried to pull away, but my body betrayed me, arching slightly into her touch. Her fingers found the hem of the strange, silky garment I wore, slipping underneath to trace the sensitive skin of my lower belly.  

_“Yes,”_ another voice chimed in, softer but no less commanding. The second alien woman approached, her eyes raking over me with a hunger that made my stomach clench. _“You were a man. A weak, fragile creature. Now…you’re something better.”_  

Her hand joined the first woman’s, both of them exploring my transformed body with a possessive curiosity. Their fingers danced over my new curves, tracing the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the softness of my thighs. Every touch sent a wave of heat coursing through me, my body responding in ways I couldn’t control.  

_“Do you feel it?”_ the first woman whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. _“The way your body responds to us? The way it craves us?”_  

I did. God, I did. My nipples hardened under their teasing fingers, aching for more. My core tightened, a wet heat blooming between my legs that I couldn’t ignore. I hated it—hated how good it felt, how much I wanted them to keep touching me.  

_“Stop,”_ I gasped, though it sounded more like a plea than a command.  

“Why should we?” the third woman spoke for the first time, her voice low and sultry. She moved behind me, her hands sliding around to cup my breasts, squeezing gently until I let out a strangled moan. _“Your body was made for this.”_  

Her words sent a thrill through me, shocking in its brutality and truth. I was trapped—not just by their grip on me, but by this new body’s insistent cravings. Their hands were everywhere now, exploring every inch of me with a merciless efficiency that left me breathless.  

The first woman’s fingers found my clit—my *fucking* clit—and I cried out, my back arching off the surface beneath me. She circled the sensitive nub slowly, each stroke sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core.  

_“So responsive,”_ she murmured, her breath hot against my neck. _“Look at you—already soaking wet for us.”_  

I couldn’t deny it. My pussy was dripping, slick and desperate for more. The second woman’s fingers dipped between my folds, sliding easily through the wetness before pushing inside me. I gasped, my walls clamping down around her as she fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes.  

_“You’re ours now,”_ the third woman whispered, her lips brushing against my ear as her hands continued to knead my breasts. _“Every part of you belongs to us.”_  

I wanted to argue, to fight back, but my body was drowning in sensations I couldn’t resist. The first woman kept circling my clit, building the pressure until I was trembling on the edge. The second woman added a second finger, stretching me deliciously as she curled them just right inside me.  

_“Come for us,”_ the first woman commanded, her voice laced with dark promise.  

I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat as my body convulsed under their relentless touch. They didn’t stop—not when I was shaking, not when I begged them to let me breathe. They kept playing with my pussy, fucking me until I was gasping and writhing, pleasure and pain blurring into one overwhelming sensation.  

_“Good girl,”_ the first woman purred as the waves finally began to subside. _“But this is only the beginning.”_

A man is abducted by alien women who transform him into a woman for their pleasure, exploring themes of body modification, forced transformation, and non-consensual erotic encounters. The narrative delves into the protagonist's struggle with his new body and the intense, overwhelming sensations it experiences at the hands of his captors, highlighting the dynamics of power and desire in an alien setting.

Fucked into Feminine Ecstasy

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