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Her New Toy Chapter 2: Filling His Role for Faceless_Lord by Draconicon

Greg screamed as he went over the edge to another 'orgasm'. The immediate tightening of the rings around his cock, the way that he felt the swelling already hitting him, took away any of the supposed pleasure that an orgasm could bring. Even the slight mental relief that he'd felt days ago was gone; all that he felt now was the denial, the throbbing need that remained even after he'd been pushed over the edge.

The husky panted in his chains, whimpering, curling his toes as the magic spell set to work again, already sliding up and down his sensitive, needy cock. It was relentless, constantly pushing him to cum, to ooze, to leak, to shoot, to fucking GROW. It was like a pair of hands, a pair of feet, a pair of breasts, a pussy, an ass, anything that seemed to stimulate him most in that moment of time. It never was the same thing for long, and it always adapted itself to make him feel more pleasure, to push him further and harder than before.

He hated it. He hated the glowing thing, even as his body humped up against it again and again during his captivity. The husky groaned, his hips already moving to buck against the purple glow traveling up and down his cock, stretching the end of it as he ground the head of his shaft against it before he slumped down once more.

Gods, how long is she going to keep me in this trap?

His captor, a dragoness of sorts, had told him that he would be her toy. He had expected there to be...fun, yes, bondage and roughness. He hadn't expected this. Nor...nor the other things that she'd done to him.

Looking down, he watched as his chest rose and fell with his panting heaves, his breasts bouncing against his torso. They'd grown, and were still growing. Well into the B cup range, and he swore that they were getting up to the C cup size by now. His nipples had swollen massively, and they were almost getting pinched by the piercings through them now, the little hoops hardly big enough to contain them anymore.

One of his thrusts suddenly made him freeze, yelping as the piercing between his legs, just behind his balls, was caught and tugged by one of his chains. He pulled back, but the magic only followed him, teasing him, enticing him.

Magic...stupid...magic...

It was so hard to think with the purple light running up and down his cock. Even that had been changed dramatically from when he'd arrived. While he'd been well enough endowed for most people, the dragoness had dismissed him as too small, and had ringed his cock with a fair number of metal bands. Normally, he would have been fine with that. Even orgasm denial wouldn't have been too bad with the fun, kinky look.

The husky hadn't expected them to keep him pent up and grow him at the same time.

It no longer even looked normal on him. He was at least thirteen inches long now, and still getting bigger. The metal rings had expanded, somehow - magic, he presumed - but they dug into his shaft all the same, squeezing and taunting him constantly with the tight constriction. He was constantly gasping and whimpering, and the head of his cock in particular seemed sensitive to the slightest breeze, let alone the stimulation that the magic was putting him -

"GAH!"

Greg gasped as the light changed its tactics again, this time feeling like a pair of feet running up and down his cock, the head of his shaft trapped under a set of toes, squeezed, curled around. The husky whimpered, but couldn't hold out.

"Oooh - FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

His balls ached as another fake orgasm rolled over him, all that seed sloshing back into them. The weights that Drak - Mistress, a part of his mind corrected him - that Mistress had put on his balls at the start of his slavery were gone. They weren't needed anymore, not with how heavy and swollen his sac had become. The pent up seed from the days of edging, of constant fake orgasms and constant growth, had left him with a pair that the legendary tanuki would envy, keeping his legs constantly spread apart, constantly oozing pre.

The few times that the Mistress had been down, she had approved, even giving them a couple of kisses. He wondered if those kisses had been laced with magic.

Whatever thoughts he had on the matter were immediately pushed aside as he felt his cock growing again, and he looked down to watch as it pushed further, further out from his crotch. The long, meaty thing was almost as thick as his wrist now, and the rings dug even deeper into his flesh, trapping more blood in the shaft and making it even more sensitive. Greg leaned his head back, whimpering as the magic started up again.

"Mercy! Mercy!"

But, as usual, no one came.

He whimpered as he slumped back against the wall, even as his hips twitched in need again. His cock and balls were so swollen, so heavy. Fourteen inches long now, fourteen inches. It was a cock that would have set most of the men and women back home alight with need, and here, he couldn't use it for a damn thing. It couldn't even cum properly.

Out of habit, he tried to reach down for it, but his hands were stopped barely five inches away from his cock. The chains cut him off at that teasingly short distance, making him watch as his cock throbbed, as he was forced to be pleasured by some formless magic rather than anything physical. Yet another torture.

The only relief...

Greg groaned as he reached up to his chest, his fingers slowly reaching over his nipples. He bit off a small moan at the first contact, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut as he started twisting and teasing his tits. They were still so new, so sensitive, that he could get some pleasure out of them. Genuine, real pleasure, even if it felt wrong. Even if it felt like he was making them bigger every time that he played with them.

But he didn't care. He needed some sort of relief, even if it was from a rather femmy style of play.

His fingers gripped his nipples, rubbing around the gold hoops that were pushed through them. A few little twists back and forth left him gasping, whimpering as he started to tug on them. His cock bounced, twitching and trembling from the stimulation, and he wondered if he could get a proper orgasm this time.

Please...please, let me finish. Let me finish just once.

They were so soft, his breasts, softer than he was used to having in his hands. Then again, he didn't often end up playing with that. He shivered as he tugged on the hoops, pulling on his breasts until they were lifted right off of his chest, only to let them fall back again. His nipples, already hard, seemed to get more and more pointed, heavier and thicker at the edges of his tits, and he blushed as he realized that they probably were growing. He was probably doing the transformative work of his captor in his desperation, and he tried to pull his hands away.

He failed. His desperation was too much.

Whimpering and gasping in pleasure as he tortured himself and his breasts, Greg looked towards the tunnel that led towards the other caverns. He knew that the dragoness would be coming soon; she never left him alone for too long. But perhaps, perhaps he could get off. He was close, and his cock was leaking for the first time in a long time. Leaking properly, showing how close he was. Just a little more...just a little more...

Gasping and moaning, feeling a little like his voice was going higher, Greg pulled and twisted the hoops through his nipples as hard as he could, pushing himself through pain and pleasure towards that edge. His cock was bouncing, twitching. His balls were slowly rising up. He was -

"Ah, ah, ah, Toy."

His hands whipped back, surrounded by more of the purple light, and the husky howled in disbelief. So close, and suddenly denied. His balls ached worse than ever, particularly as the purple light was taken away. Despite the torture, his body had believed it was getting close, and blue balls - apparently - were still a thing.

As he tried and failed to curl up around himself, the dragoness walked in. He panted as he looked up at her, his cock aching with need to have her even as he felt fear as well. Drakina, she was called, but Mistress was her name. At least, to him.

She leaned over, stroking one soft, purple hand over his head, and then down his cheek.

"My my, it seems like you were trying to break one of my rules again. What did I tell you about trying to cum?"

"I -"

"Toy."

"...Toy...Toy is sorry, Mistress."

"Sorry is not really good enough, I'm afraid. I think that we'll need to take some steps on that. If you can't keep from touching - and you obviously can't - I'll need to tie you up a bit more. A pity, too; your tits were coming in nicely, and now you've gone and hurried it up."

So he had been right; he was hurrying along the transformation she'd planned for him. He looked down, whimpering. They were definitely bigger than they had been, by at least a few sizes. He doubted he'd be able to cup his arms around them before long; who knew how big they'd be at the end of his time here.

The husky gasped as she suddenly grabbed his ringed cock, squeezing it around the base. It throbbed and bounced, twitching, but the rings only seemed to dig deeper into it, squeezing it to a point very near pain, but still on the pleasurable side.

"M-Mistress!"

"Hush, Toy. I'm checking your growth."

She was doing much more than that. Her hand stroked up and down his cock, teasing it and leaving it throbbing worse than the magic had. Each touch, he swore, pushed him closer to another orgasm, particularly as she didn't bother wiping away his pre. His cock was so slimy and slick that he was surprised that she even touched it.

Then again...

He remembered other days, when she'd come in and fucked his face, when she'd slammed his nose against her pussy, when she had given him the occasional relief - on good days - of turning him around and fucking his ass as hard as she could. Never did she show the slightest reluctance towards a bit of a mess, and more often than not, the depraved shemale joined in with licking cum off of him and off of herself, moaning as she fed on it.

Finally, Mistress pulled her fingers back from his cock, chuckling to herself.

"I think that we're almost ready to start the next stage of your transformation, dear Toy. You are looking almost long enough for me to use, and we'll need you properly pierced for that."

"P-please, Mistress...Just...I'll do anything...anything..."

"No. You won't do anything."

She smacked his cock, making it sway from side to side.

"Toy will follow my orders. YOU will be quiet, and just let Toy be the one in charge. Do you understand?"

Perhaps better than he wanted to, he did. Toy was what he was supposed to be, here. Mistress was kind enough to let him think that he had another part of himself that didn't have to do this, and he took that for all it was worth. This wasn't him. This wasn't the real him that was growing breasts, that had a cock that was throbbing and bouncing and bigger than anyone's that he'd seen back home. This wasn't him.

This was all Toy. Toy was the one that enjoyed it, not him. He...He just had to let Toy out for a while, and then things would be okay.

Just think of all this as Toy's actions, not yours. He nodded at her, and she smiled.

"Now, who are you?"

"Toy is Toy, Mistress."

"And what does Toy do?"

"Toy follows orders, Mistress."

"Good. And if Mistress says that Toy is going to be marked with a cock piercing, and he's going to keep it?"

"Toy says that he will happily wear the piercing for you, Mistress."

She nodded, and snapped her fingers. Just like that, all the chains were gone, and he was allowed to stand up. Not so easy with most of his blood trapped in his cock, particularly with it so much bigger, but he managed to get up with some help from the wall behind him. It was so hard to stay standing, though. He was dizzy, and the massive new weights on his front - his chest, his cock, and his so fucking heavy balls - nearly toppled him over.

Mistress chuckled.

"I think we'll need to add a few modifications to you after we get the piercing done. Then you'll be more counterbalanced. Come, Toy."

The dragoness gestured for him to follow, her cock slapping against her thighs as she turned and walked away. His eyes locked on her swaying purple ass as he followed along, his cheeks on fire as his cock continued to throb and bounce.

This time, she didn't hurry him along to one of her many playrooms. Instead, they walked slowly through her mountain, and he saw several different chambers along the way. He wasn't the only toy that was being trained, he knew, but seeing some of the others in their fixes....well, he had a front row seat to what he would become. Seeing an otter that giggled like a bimbo as she - no, he, it looked like it had once been male - was fucked by summoned monsters was...scary.

They passed by more than one, too. Otters, lizards, wolves, kobolds; the dragoness had captured many different species, and she seemed intent on turning them all into her personal ideal of perfect toys. All of them had breasts and cocks, and he had seen some of them turned around enough to have a pussy as well, spread wide around a toy in most cases. He shivered, seeing how most of them had already lost their mind to the pleasure, already completely surrendered to what the dragoness was doing to them.

I won't. Toy will, but I won't.

That was what he told himself, and he hoped, hoped to the heavens, that it was true.

They reached the playroom after a few more minutes, and he saw the usual collection of metal piercings laid out on a table. Several were missing, and he could only assume another toy had been marked as her possession. Others, however, were new, including rings, hoops, and crescent shapes that would likely hook through and -

No, no, don't even think about it. It'll only make it worse.

Greg still whimpered as he climbed into the chair at the far end of the room, particularly as the dragoness leaned over the table. Just looking at her was enough to send his cock twitching like crazy, and his body felt hot, warm with need. It was a little like how some of his friends had described being around a female in heat, smelling that scent and getting driven mad. If this was how it was like, he wondered how any of them managed to control themselves; he was barely managing by fear alone.

And that was only working so well, as he looked over that rounded, curvy rump. He wanted to touch it, to play with it. He wanted to bury his cock in that slick, wet pussy, feeling it squeezing down around him, rubbing his cock, pulling him further and further into her. He wanted to feel her whimpering and panting with need under him, the way that she had rendered him into a needy, lustful, whimpering shadow of his former self. It was driving him mad.

Then the view was gone, and she walked back towards him. Her towering figure loomed over him, her face almost hidden by her large breasts as she stood at his side. That, however, didn't stop him from seeing the look of need in her own eyes as she grabbed him, as her hands ran up and down his cock. Several golden piercings stuck out between her fingers, and he realized that she was just deciding which one she would mark Toy with. Not him, Toy.

After all, he had a normal cock. Toy was the one with the monster cock. Toy was the one with the constricting rings. He wasn't the one that was this freakish.

"Tell me, Toy. Do you like the piercings that you have so far?"

"Toy finds them pleasurable, Mistress."

"Does Toy think that he would like to have a piercing at the head of his cock? Or maybe Mistress should run a ladder up the bottom of it, weigh it down so that you will always have it heavy and thick between your legs. Or maybe I should just give you a heavy, thick bar right through the head, keeping it from ever getting forgotten."

Each option made Greg shiver, but he was sure that Toy would love any of them. After all, Toy was the pervert, Toy was the one that wanted this. He shook his head, but made sure to keep it slight, near invisible. Toy answered.

"Whatever you want, Mistress."

"Just as I knew you'd answer."

She chuckled, and he felt her bend his cock towards his stomach. The chair leaned back, the rocky panels of it supported by her magic as she made him recline. Her hand lingered around the head of his cock, and the majority of the piercings disappeared, leaving only a thick, curved piece of metal that he recognized as a Prince Albert from home. When he'd first arrived, that thick metal would have been almost as big around as his cock head.

Now...now Toy had a cock that was thicker than a horse's back home, and it was only getting bigger with each successive orgasm. It would look like a normal piercing, even a bit small on something his size now...

Greg tried to close his eyes. Toy kept them open as the dragoness suddenly flicked her hand down at him. A prick of her claw pushed through his cock, and a bit of purple magic seared through the flesh before he could scream. Her tail gagged him, keeping the sound from getting free as she started sliding the cool, golden metal through the gap that was left in his cock.

Even Toy whimpered at the feeling of having his sensitive skin pierced and stretched so much at the same time, and Greg wanted to just drop out of consciousness completely. He shivered, the husky barely able to keep staring at the ceiling as the curved bar was dragged through his cock, into his urethra for a moment before coming out again. He heard the rasp of metal on metal as something was screwed in, and then the drop of his cock. The new weight tugged on it hard, both stinging and pulling in a very new, very pleasurable way.

"Hmm hmm, it's a good look for you, Toy. Take a look."

"Mmmph..."

"Take a look, Toy."

Her voice sharpened enough to get him to sit up, even if his stomach felt like it had been left behind somewhere. The ache drew his eyes downwards, and he stared.

The tip of his cock was huge, the skin swollen outwards somehow by the length of metal pushed through it. His cock hung down from the weight, but even as he stared at it, it started pulling itself upwards again, the sheer rigidity enforced by the rings keeping him from ever going soft enough to matter. As his cock came up, the golden metal came into view.

It was thick. Almost as thick as his finger, but that didn't matter with his engorged, thicker cock. It swung in from beneath his cock, then came out barely under the urethra. Two dragon heads were locked onto the edges of the metal, giving bumpy, unpleasant-looking barbs that would keep him from sliding the piercing out. He shivered at the thought of it; no way was he going to mess with that.

Mistress smiled, giving his cock a few short strokes, and he gasped again at the sensitive feeling of his enlarged member. She smirked.

"Yes, almost sensitive enough for me. A few more blocked orgasms, and that'll be just about perfect."

"T-Toy...Toy is...happy...Mistress."

"I know you are. But we have a few more modifications to add, Toy, before we are done."

"Yes, M-Mistress...What...next?"

"Mmm, I think it's better for me to show you, Toy."

She released him, but he wasn't allowed to get up from the chair. A few splashes of purple light pinned him immediately, and he knew that she intended for him to watch for a little while. The Mistress chuckled at him, patting his head as she walked out of the room.

It was a blessed break for the few minutes that he was alone. No magic, no teasing, just a simple rest. Admittedly, the cock rings kept him hard for the whole time, but at least he was able to just sit there and not think about fucking for a bit. Okay, maybe a bit of fucking, but it wasn't an all-consuming need as it had been.

Why...why all the girly stuff? he thought as he looked at himself. It was the one thing that was driving him nuts. The sexy bondage, the fun play with his cock, the way that she treated him; all of that was something he could get used to, even enjoy. Seeing his body change, seeing it go from something so masculine to something so...not, was much harder.

And yet...

He blushed as he touched his chest, feeling how fat and round his breasts had become, so big and soft. They were...fun. And they looked sexy, particularly when he twisted his ni-

Don't...don't think about that. Toy thinks about that. You're not Toy, you're Greg...

He looked up when he heard the sound of footsteps, and blushed as he saw the Mistress bring someone along with her. It left him groaning, twitching, almost, as the dragoness laid the other toy down on the ground.

Greg realized that the newcomer was a panda, and by the look of the fat cock between his legs, had once been a male. But like the others in the cells throughout the mountain, he had been changed, altered to have more 'options', as the dragoness doubtlessly thought of it. Fat hips and a rounded ass made him look like a genuine female, and the breasts that flopped and slapped against his chest as he panted...

He blinked as he saw several white dots falling from the panda's nipples, and shivered.

"You...Mistress made him..."

"Her, Toy. This is a her. A toy for me just like you'll be. And all my toys are shes."

Shes. As in, females. The husky stared at the panda, watching as the 'female' looked back and forth, fat breasts hanging low as 'she' knelt down on all fours. More droplets of milk fell from them, and Greg shivered as he watched the dragoness pull out a few tubes. They seemed to clip over the pierced nipples, and then sucked tight over the panda's breasts.

"What are you doing, Mistress?"

"The same thing I do to all of my toys when they get this full. They have to be milked."

"You...you leave them all lactating, Mistress?"

"Some of them. The ones that really need to learn a lesson."

I don't know if that's a warning or not, but I'm listening to it, he thought. He had very little in the way of real masculinity left. The last thing he wanted was to become...like that. To have a mother's breasts and leaking mother's milk.

But the longer he watched, the more he realized that the panda had lost more than his old body. He'd lost his mind. The glazed look in the naked bear's eyes, the wanton moans as milk was sucked violently from his breasts, the way that he giggled happily when the Mistress smacked her cock against his face; all of it was like watching a slutty girl from back home, rather than a man that just enjoyed a cock up his ass.

The husky shivered as he realized how much the pleasure of submission could mess with their heads. The idea that he was already fighting the urge to be like that, the fact that he was already imagining what that suction would feel like on her nipples -

Greg shivered again, shaking his head. His. He was not a female, was not a she. He was a male, a male that had been changed, but still a male.

The Mistress turned to him as the machine kept sucking away the panda's milk, laying her hand on his chest. The feeling of scaly fingers over his breasts left him blushing, particularly as she started drawing little circles around his nipples.

"Mmm, it seems my Toy is liking the view. Is she looking forward to being like my panda?"

"Mmmph. Toy is...Toy is male, Mistress."

"Incorrect."

She gripped one of the hoops, the one that went through his right nipple. Greg gasped, forced to arch his back as the dragoness started pulling on it, forcing him into a different position, his eyes rolling back in his head from the tension on the metal.

"Toy is exactly what I want Toy to be."

"Toy is...what you want him to -"

"Toy is what I want Toy to be. And I want Toy to be a she."

She twisted the hoop again, and Greg gasped, whimpering as his cock throbbed hard, twitching and dancing against his belly. His breasts were growing again, triggered by the pressure on them, the pleasure that was forced through them. Already he was slumping back against the chair, his breasts big enough to be stretched out by the dragoness' grip.

"Do you understand, Toy? You are mine...and you will become whatever I want you to be."

"Whatever...you want me to be..."

"Say my title."

"Mistress."

She yanked him up again, his nipples twisted and stretching from his weight hanging from them. He whimpered, even as the twisting pleasure brought his cock to a throbbing state of excitement.

"Again."

"Mistress."

"Again!"

"MISTRESS!"

She gave one last twist - almost turning his nipples all the way in a circle - and he screamed to the heavens. Another orgasm ripped through him - her - him through his nipples, and he swore he felt his breasts tingling and growing as he collapsed, knocked out by the extreme burst of pleasure. All he heard, as blackness closed around him, was his Mistress laughing, and the panda toy moaning at his feet.

He woke up with a sudden burst of heat underfoot, and jumped. Or, rather, tried to. The piercing around his cock was tied down to something, and he barely managed to get up to a squat before he was pulled to a sudden, jerking halt. Even that felt somewhat pleasurable, and he realized that the Toy mentality was still around.

Before he could so much as shake his head, the sound of snapping fingers brought his attention elsewhere. Purple light illuminated the dragoness on her throne, looking down at him with a smile on her face.

"There there, Toy. Don't worry about the pain. It's something you always enjoy, anyway."

He shivered, wiggling his toes as the heat seemed to get hotter and hotter under his feet. He wanted to look down, wanted to see what was causing it, but he worried more about what would happen if he looked away from his Mistress.

"Y-yes, Mistress..."

"Good Toy. See, Toy, I told you that you needed a little more transformation. Something to counter-balance you, so you could walk around. And something to make you a little more of an ideal toy. And I wanted to do something fun to make it happen."

The heat was getting worse, almost like he was standing on a grill heating up over a fire. The husky whimpered, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to keep from the worst of the heat, but it was getting harder and harder to deal with it.

"W-what's that, Mistress?"

"A little endurance challenge for you, Toy. A couple of hot rocks that will keep getting hotter, and will eventually burn you...if you don't keep up with your task."

She snapped her fingers again, and the husky groaned as he felt something thick, hard, and more than a little slick come out of the ground beneath him, the rounded, wide head rubbing against his ass.

"You'll need to be bouncing on this. For every orgasm you get, the heat will go back down to a more tolerable level. If you wait too long, or you take too long to get off, the temperature will keep rising until you can't do anything but collapse onto the shaft. And do make sure that you ride the whole thing; after an orgasm or two, you will need far more in you to completely climax."

Greg could already feel how big the shaft was. Even though it just nudged his ass, he could tell it was as big as his own, if not bigger, and he could feel a piercing throbbing around the head. Was it one of her other toys? He couldn't help but think that it was.

Mistress smiled at him, and as she snapped her fingers again, he felt the rocks under his feet suddenly flare up with heat. Yelping at the burning sensations under the ball of his foot, he almost lost his balance.

He did, however, fall onto the shaft, and moaned at the top of his lungs as it filled him up. It was something so different from the toys that he had been on before, from the sensation of fingers inside of him. This...this was something that he'd missed, from having cocks in him back home. Even with how huge it was, he couldn't stop himself from shoving his ass back against it.

"Mmm, very good, Toy. Keep riding, and cum as much as you can."

He had every doubt that he'd get an actual orgasm, though there was a chance now that he was taking it rather than getting his cock stroked. That chance was all that he needed to think about, as he pushed back and rode on that cock as much as he could. His chest bounced and flopped, breasts bouncing and jiggling every time that he slid up and down, and he moaned as the hoops through his nipples were dragged along as well, tugging every time that he reached the top or bottom of the cocks.

Still, the pleasure was only a distraction from the growing heat underfoot. The husky whimpered, shifting back and forth as he felt the sudden spikes of heat, searing against one sole, then the other. He jumped from one foot to another, frantically balancing on it until he could no longer take the heat before jumping to the other.

This made bouncing on that shaft all the harder, and he whimpered as he nearly was on the edge of orgasm several times, only to lose the excitement with a sudden jump. He whimpered, whining as he rode it as hard as he could, trying to push himself over the edge.

It was harder than it looked, particularly considering how big that cock was. He wasn't precisely a stranger to taking things under his tail, but it had been a little while, and they'd never been...this big. Greg/Toy blushed as he pushed down, straining to take the thick shaft further into him, panting and gasping as he wiggled his hips from side to side, trying to ignore the constant bursts of heat under his feet trying to distract him.

He managed to take six inches, feeling his hole spread wide, feeling it stretch him out, before the heat got too much to take. He jumped, and it slid back out, and his pleasure dropped again.

"P-please, Mistress! Turn down the heat! It's so hard..."

"So's your cock. I thought you could cum from foot torture, Toy."

"I..."

He blushed, and she chuckled.

"Stop jumping. You are forbidden to jump any longer."

He groaned, but he couldn't deny the Mistress' authority. He settled his feet, feeling the soles starting to heat up again, as if on a hard summer's sidewalk, and then get worse and worse as he bounced. The undersides felt like they were burning up, and he whimpered as he bounced his hips.

Yet...despite the pain, there was a pleasure under it. His cock throbbed all the harder, bouncing with his hips, and he could see pre oozing out of it. His ass clenched harder and harder on the cock inside of it. The husky moaned, blushing worse as he realized just how much of a slut he was, how hard and horny he was from this.

His feet felt like they were on the verge of being cooked when he finally went over the edge, almost falling down from the sudden intensity of his orgasm. Greg/Toy gasped, having to flail his arms as his body spasmed and shook from pleasure, finally catching his balance as he panted and shivered.

The temperature went down under his feet, down to the temperature of a cool stream, but that wasn't what he noticed at the time. No, he was rather more concerned about the sudden swelling at his hips, at his ass.

It was part of the reason he hadn't completely fallen over, he realized. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw that his ass was bubbling out, getting thicker, rounder, wider as the afterglow of his orgasm settled in. His hips were doing the same, widening and becoming...becoming far more feminine, in some ways. He blushed heavily as he realized what the dragoness was doing to 'counterbalance' him, and groaned under his breath as she chuckled.

"A much better look for you, don't you agree?"

Greg didn't want to say anything, but Toy was the one in charge, and Toy started nodding. Not just affirmatively, but eagerly. The husky shivered as his cock throbbed all the more, and whimpered as he felt the heat coming back already. The Mistress nodded at him.

"Keep going. You have a good eight orgasms to go before you're sufficiently balanced; I'd hurry, as that heat is going to get hotter faster each time you do this."

Toy immediately started bouncing, with Greg along for the ride in the back of her head. Her hips bounced, and she smiled at the feeling of her ass jiggling along for the ride.

It took him almost a full minute of this to realize that Toy thought of itself as a different gender than he did. The thought that they were further apart than he realized, that Toy was slipping that far out of his control, left him feeling more than a little nervous.

The End