Payment due

My body moans and pushes back on him in a semi convincing imitation of pleasure as he ploughs me from behind. My mind wanders back  to how this began.

How long has it been, hours? Days?

I can’t tell, it all just blurs together. I remember my life before clearly enough, being a man named John, my job,  my wife, they left me that much at least.

I was in town on business and as usual after more than a few drinks I decided to visit my favorite brothel to relieve a little stress. The girl they gave me was hot enough but not very skilled and when she couldn’t satisfy me I lost my temper and knocked her to the ground before storming out. I got maybe ten feet from the door before their security guy stopped me, trying to calm me down and telling me I still need to pay. Between the booze and my frustration I wasn’t in any mood to listen to reason and took a swing at him. I only succeeded in tripping over my own feet and sprawling on the floor. He looked down at me with a sneer on his face that made my blood boil. I was about to jump up and have another try at him when a woman appeared next to him.

“Last chance”she said a dangerous light flashing in her green eyes “Apologise, pay what you owe and leave.”

“Fuck you” I growled back “I’m not paying jack….”

My angry retort was cut off as I found myself suddenly unable to move at all. I felt a chill as my clothes vanished into thin air and whimpered in fear as I felt my skin began to crawl. Slowly,  impossibly my body began to change before my eyes. My body hair faded away along with my muscles leaving me with a slim almost girlish figure and smooth pale skin. Long hair tickled my shoulders and my bones creaked and popped as my hips widening my ass swelling as full breasts formed on my chest. If could have I would have screamed but I could only lay there watching my thick cock dwindling to a tiny sensitive nub nestling in the soft folds of a brand new pussy.

After my transformation was complete they put me in this room and I’ve been here ever since. Every so often they send a man in here to have his fun with me. I try to resist, at least in my mind but my new body seems to have a mind of it’s own and it only seems to think about one thing. Every time I tell myself that I will fight back, escape this place and reclaim my life. Every time I find myself on my knees or on my back moaning and begging for more while inside I am screaming.

I can only hope that one day they’ll decide I’ve paid my debt. Maybe then they will let me go. Until then all I can do is obey and wish I had treated that girl better.