Dickish Direction: Shemale

A prostate, a vesicle, a testicle. All birthing, ballooning within her. Preparing for the role that was now their right, their direction. A second growth only just beginning to sprout from the second womanly organ within her, the queer, unconscious orders from Ashley's obediently enslaved mind now relayed to it as well. As it, too, was drafted for Ashley's new-found duty. Its restructuring, too, beginning to start in earnest.

And, notably, as her potential for motherhood began to be lost. As Ashley's womb began to be made barren. Her changing body would simply soon not have cause to need it, nor space to house it. Not anymore.

And the directions, after all, were far, far more important than the life it might otherwise cradle, the babes it might otherwise bear.

So it began to fold, and to wither. To shrink and to shrivel, as each new structure, tissue, and cell grew larger and more numerous, began to clamor for housing of their own. Decaying down nearly to nothing, its flesh pathetically deflating, wilting, and falling. Crumpling lifelessly against the narrow, muscular opening at its own bottom. Melting together with it, flesh merging into flesh as it was unmade.

The merging flesh of her ruined uterus forever sealing her cervix shut. Deep, deep within her vagina, her flesh whitened, thickened, and finally smoothed, a permanent cap locking shut the inner gates of Ashley's womanhood forevermore. And, above it, what once was an ovary, ripened almost to fruition, began to lurch downwards towards that flesh. Nearly readied to be used

Nearly readied to be born.

Though, of course, Ashley knew none of this. She could neither see, nor truly yet feel, these changes within her. For all she could feel, all she could bear to feel, was the cockflesh that now blossomed from her groin, its bulbous head flowering happily in the waning light of the sun outside the window, in the ever-present lights above. Her mind, clouded and foggy, unleashing a mighty storm within her at the revelation.

It terrified her. It tortured her.

And, gods help her, it tantalized her. It felt simply sublime.

It was horrifying. It was heavenly. And it was HERS. HER penis.

Her cock. Aroused enough to fuck Malena by itself. As directed.

And so Ashley could only watch, paralyzed, as the tremors wracked through her penis, as fluid spurted sporadically from its tip. As it grew, as it throbbed, delightful, superb, orgasmic almost. Six inches long now, or nearly, its thickening, widening shaft showing no signs of stopping, the bonds of her clitoral hood around it seeming to have long-since been broken and melded with its uncontainable girth.

Only feel as it jumped and jerked upon her crotch, thrumming with energy, with NEED. The lips of her labia, shivering still with bloated sickness below it, seeming numbed in comparison.

Only stare as a hand crept into her gaze, the motion catching her off guard, the single word she shouted in her mind - each utterance filled out with profound, conflicting emotion - leaving precious little brainpower with which to react. Leaving her just as motionless as the hand crept downwards, its fingers splayed; crept towards her crotch, her cock, in fact, manicured, womanly fingertips spreading before her eyes, splaying, and beginning to wrap around -

"Aaah. AAH. AAAAHH..."

Beginning to grip the steely flesh of her prick, the palms almost burning against her impossibly sensitive loins. And beginning to tug. Malena's arm, her hand, reaching out to stoutly encircle Ashley's penis, the ridge between her thumb and forefinger pressing deeply against her cockhead as it began to run up, and down, from base to head and back again, squeezing and clamping against her accelerating heartbeat all the way.

And Ashley couldn't help but to moan. In fear, and confusion, and horrible, wonderful, overwhelming stimulation.

"That's right, girl, that's right. Moan for me. That feels good, doesn't it," the woman spoke to her, her voice both soothing and inherently sexual. Dripping with lust. The brown eyes Ashley now gazed silently up at, unable to speak or to plead, appearing only half focused. Malena's face, her lips, her very posture seeming nebulous, seeming to teeter on the very edge of lucidity, a dumbly contented grin cleaving her features.

But her motion, at least, was vivid. Her hand slickening with Ashley's juices, and ONLY hers, as she jacked the stricken woman off.

From bottom, to top. Lovingly, longingly. With undeniable desire, irrefusable purpose. Sending Ashley's eyes fluttering shut as she obeyed, was almost forced to obey. As she allowed herself to groan with sexual glee.

But then the woman paused, retracted that hand. And Ashley's cock was left suddenly bare once more, untouched by flesh for the first time since its so recent birth.

And her body screamed, then, in abject indignation. Her pulse, of heart and penis both, only quickening in response.

*B-dmp.*

And at that moment, with that briefest of touches, Ashley broke.

No more. Stop. Let me leave. Don't change me, she wanted to say. Wanted to want to say. But she didn't. She couldn't. Her penis, pulling atop her groin was simply impossible for her to deny, to reject, or to stop.

Her penis. Left lonesome once more. Throbbing wildly, desperately. Emptily.

She needed to cum. She WANTED to cum.

She wanted to ejaculate.

Gotta spurt all my pretty semen out of me. Alllll over us both.

"No...no...don't...don't stop," she finally managed to croak.

"Oh, don't worry, girl. I don't plan to," came the amused response.

The woman's legs bumped briefly against Ashley's butt as she retracted them, moved them beneath herself, then behind, slouching down as she did. As she repositioned, began to lay herself low. And as she raised her slickened hand to her mouth, running a tongue along it with all the showmanship of a professional as she sampled Ashley's virginal secretions.

*B-dmp.*

Ashley simply couldn't help but to feel aroused by her partner's depravity, a particularly meaty pulse through her penis making sure to replace what was taken.

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Within her own mind, the older of the two felt its shape, its texture, its taste somehow novel.

The sticky, salty stringiness of the fluid. Not unlike a vagina's secretions to the touch, but sharper-tasting to the tongue. More acidic, saltier. A more...matured taste. A masculine one.

Never figured I'd be working with one of these. Not as bad as I'd have thought, she thought happily to herself.

But it's fine by me. A woman's cock is still a woman's, after all. Even IF she's not entirely female.

Speaking of, I'm supposed to make sure of that, aren't I~.

Malena let out a moan of her own as she felt her own crotch scrape against the sheeting below, pressed by her bodyweight as she laid herself down. Her increasingly shapely, increasingly cock-like clitoris shrouding itself in a cocoon of silk, hiding itself as it raced to finish its metamorphosis. The woman barely even giving heed to her breasts as she felt them also be buried.

All to better get a close look at that hole she was to service. She couldn't help but think it looked a bit comical, the engorged, purpling, meaty flaps of Summer's vagina spreading grossly apart, pressing tastelessly outwards. Displaying the single thrashing, gasping canal they housed, the flesh of the younger woman's penis having long since encroached and devoured much of the dried, sapless skin above. Having long since claimed her faded urethra's role for its own.

Obscenely malformed, distastefully dilated. Ugly, almost, though Malena certainly wouldn't say it aloud for Summer's sake. She hoped her own didn't look like that, flapping about beneath her clit.

Beneath my DICK. Mmnnn. That sounds much better.

Honestly, I can't even see why I ever even liked these ugly things. A penis looks MUCH sexier on her.

Oh, well. We'll both be getting rid of them soon enough.

The thought pleased her, spurred her on. She rushed her hand back to its place on the prick of her partner, eager to continue. Then licked her second, for good measure, coating her fingers with saliva.

A bit of lube to speed things up, she thought, sending it barreling towards and into the shuddering, shallowing organ that Summer still sported. I do still know my way around these things, at least.

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Up. Down. *Shlick. Shlick.*

Ashley feared she might soon die.

Her neck was weak, her head lolling backwards to stare upwards at the light. Away from the woman who seemed so unperturbed, so eager. The woman whose flesh Ashley could feel around her own.

The woman who was bringing her to two such terrible extremes.

Within, below, an unpleasantness. A dreadful, convulsing cramping, murmuring and shuddering within her. Accelerating, amplifying as she felt the fingers within her splaying, probing and pushing uncomfortably against flesh unfeeling, membranes numbed. Her vagina bereft of the nerve-wracking, head-spinning pleasure it had so recently been filled with as, instead, it was filled with...with something else. With what, beyond the fingers she barely could feel, she was not sure. But she knew she didn't like how it felt within her.

She knew she wanted it gone. Wanted it removed.

Down, up. *Shlick. Shlick.*

But without...oh, without. The hand dancing across her flesh, rubbing, twirling, shifting its grip on occasion. First a hard, taught, tight sensation, the skin of her penis being grabbed and shifted along her length, flowing about its core like water as it was made to glide.

Skywards, earthwards. The skin palpably bunching below the head - fuck, the head - of her penis, scrunching up in a delightful bundle, the hand gripping it, twirling it against that glorious, sensational ridge. Pulling it ABOVE it, even, her penis suddenly shrouded in a moist, slickened pocket of itself, its tip the only part allowed to peek out, to breathe, to pump.

Then suddenly being lowered again, the hand allowing itself to fall swiftly back down to her base, pulling her cockflesh back down with it, forcing it to reform, to stretch tautly around her prodigious length. Its growth now slowed, if not yet entirely stopped. Her penis beginning to settle into a finalized form, a comfortable, yet striking, seven - perhaps nearly eight? - inches of flesh.

More...more than enough for me to work with. A size befitting a porn actress. Like...like me.

A girl has to stand out in this field to earn her pay, you know. I...I'm sure I can learn to..learn to...

*Shlick. Shlick.*

Then the motion altering, the grip slackening, loosening. Leaving five dainty fingertips to service her member alone. Shifting and dancing around, teasing her with steady taps along it, light caresses around it, sharpened stabs upon it as a nail - only one - was pressed lightly against it. Made to almost gouge into her flesh as it was drawn, broadly, from the bottom of her bulging urethra. Her penis squeezed between two solitary digits as they drew heavenwards along it, scratching deep as they went - before finally flicking off the softened, springy tip of her member.

Ashley felt her hips jerk instinctively at that. And, as she did, she felt Malena's hand swiftly move to encircle her again. Allowing her to buck, to begin to whimper with need, as her penis was made to PENETRATE the twisting, fleshy passage formed by her fingers. Primal synapses within Ashley's brain beginning to fire, beginning to themselves direct. To send signals, induce desires that no true woman was ever quite meant TO feel, TO desire.

Then, within her, Ashley was suddenly made aware of a second sensation that no full female ever was meant to. As Malena finally found herself upon her goal, and as, within the deadened tunnels of her sex, Ashley thought she might, perhaps, feel something pleasant after all. Something warm, something sensitive still remaining within her canal, Malena's fingers stopping upon it, exploring it.

Ashley found her hips wiggling in apparent pleasure, rubbing the space against the probing digits. The cramping seemed duller, somehow, when she did. It helped free her to enjoy the flesh elsewhere.

Though the spot in question seemed a mite bit...shallow, to her.

"Ahhh, theeeere we go, girl. Just keep going. Keep doing what comes natural."

And Ashley did. The hand on her member had ceased its movements, its owner seeming to concentrate elsewhere. But that was fine. It no longer had to provide them.

For Ashley's body now provided its own motion, her hips bobbing up, down.

She bit her lip. Uppp, dowwwn.

*Shlick. Shlick.*

Upppp, dowwwwwn.

*Shlick. Shlick.*

Ow. A sudden pinch. Somewhere in her vagina. A weird, grasping sort of feeling, like Malena was trying to find purchase against something within her.

Not important, Ashley thought to herself, pushing her penis even harder against the hand. I need to keep going. I need to CUM.

Upppppppp -

Oh my god.

Oh my GOD.

"Oh my god, oh MY GOD, OHH, OHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH-"

*POP*

And, as Summer's hips rose unstoppably, as her penis jumped and jerked with glee, Malena's face almost glowed with satisfaction, her prize now extracting, extracted. Its rounded white flesh pinched tightly between her fingers as it swiftly descended in opposition to the woman's movement, was beaconed forth, and was finally bloomed with a forceful, fearful noise.

As the woman's own sexual energy, her own upwards motion, bodily DRUG her freshly-formed sack out from within her. The flesh that had once been her womb, and her cervix, and so, so much more made to drop, made to BIRTH in and of itself, made to press against and forcefully sunder the passage that held it bound, its escaping flesh swallowing all it had been in its wake. The laboring labia that had guarded it finally submitting, stilling, shrinking, whitening, thinning, and fading away forevermore. The blood that had gathered to feed the changes in her mons and her mound finally whisking away, her flesh allowed to settle with terrible finality.

The organs that had once been Ashley's ovaries burbling and bouncing within their new home, the ducts that grew from them thickened, broadened, and connected, and ready.

Ready to pump all the wriggling swimmers that had once been her eggs out, to send forth her freshly-formed sperm in a wondrous fountain of male ejaculate.

All this, Ashley saw. And all this, Ashley could feel.

Terrifying, and torturous. Just as before. Far more so, even. Her lungs still shuddered for purchase on the breath within her, exhausted of all they had had in the sudden, unexpected shock of her genitals INVERTING. Of her womb plopping, popping wetly outwards below even as her penis soared slickly above.

Of the sickening cramps within her fading in a single horrific, magnificent, sexual moment.

Her testicles bounced weightily between Ashley's legs, each sized large, each perfectly proportioned to her penis. Her sack stretching around them in ways utterly unfamiliar to her, unfamiliar to ANY normal girl. The fingers of the woman who had captured them toying with each in turn, prodding each like a plaything, pressing each transfigured egg against her palm, seeming almost to ENJOY their distinct shape and texture within. To somehow APPRECIATE the smooth, creamy, feminine flesh of her sack.

The cool air against them sent shivers down Ashley's spine. She could feel it all. Them all.

And the woman below her, through it all, seemed utterly uncaring of what Ashley had lost in exchange. Unmoved by her own role in the loss of the flesh she had herself so recently desired, of the part she had played in the destruction of Ashley's very sex.

She seemed, to Ashley, the very object of professionalism. And she couldn't help but feel a certain admiration for that.

*B-dmp.* *B-dmp.*

Her heart, chest, penis, all continued their pulse. But they were joined now by her testicles, a certain subtle, subdued thrumming of their own moving to replace melodies now lost, to themselves join in song. A song similar, but fundamentally different, to that sung by the flesh of a female.

A burst of juices without, but a second one now also within. A flood of hormones from which her brain had no defense assaulting her consciousness. Bending her thoughts, her very MIND to the churning, masculine will between her legs.

Her change was frightening, yes. The losing of her womanhood. The gaining of her cock. Her balls. Her testicles.

But it was HOT.

And she was BETTER. Sexier.

She'd gone all the way. It felt GREAT.

She'd done well.

Directions.

Ashley could feel her penis jerk against the hand, pumping once more. But this time, it felt different to her. From her urethra, another spurt of fluid issued, a sizable one, drenching her cock anew. But this time, it had a subtly...milky tint to it. A cloudiness that matched that of her mind.

It glistened wetly in the lights, captured by the eyes of the cameras around her.

And by the crazed eyes behind.

"That's it! You've GOT it! Go for it, now - cum for me, do it together! Finish it off! Mash those things against each other, make an absolute MESS of yourselves. I need to see you two EJACULATE!"

The hand was removed.

*B-dmp. B-dmp.*

It moved to her chin, tilted it gingerly, supported it. The white, formless void of the lights burnt in Ashley's vision slowly coalescing into the rising face of her partner as the woman forcibly focused Summer's gaze on her own. The attractive brown eyes of Malena shining brightly and purposefully on her face, half-lidded in lust, half-hidden by the wild brown locks that poured from her head. Her attention undiminished since last their gazes met.

Summer could feel, faintly, the cool wetness of her unseeded ejaculate still clinging to those fingers, leaving a sticky residue on her cheek as they retreated.

*B-dmp. B-dmp.*

The woman's arms began again to curl around Ashley's body. Her legs, again moving to entwine. Her breath, again becoming noticeable, warmly panting against Ashley's face as it grew closer. As the hazy, heated aura that seemed to spill from every inch of her tanned form reached its hungry tendrils out to devour the younger woman.