Scarlet Weekend

You never knew why you woke up one day in that strange, new world. You didn't know anyone, had no money, no skills, didn't even know the language. You thought you would die like this, until she picked you up. Pixxy, you learned her name was, a small goblin woman who clearly had no hesitation in showing off her amazing curves, as well as her tantalizing bulge She took you in, cleaned you up, fed you, even helped you learn the language and all you needed to do was simple tasks for her, cleaning, cooking and other things like that. And, of your new language, the first words you learned were 'Good boy'. She told them to you every time you accomplished a task or did well on your lessons. She whispered them to you when you went to bed together on the only bed she owned, as she pressed her breasts and bulge against your back, you growing hard from it, but unwilling to do anything about it, to risk upsetting her. And each time you heard the words, a secret thrill went through you.

Eventually, Pixxy's instructions paid off and you managed to learn enough to get a simple job, nothing big, but enough to allow you to move out and live on your own. And yet... you didn't. You kept finding new excuses to stay, new excuses to go to sleep feeling Pixxy snuggled up against you, new excuses to have her call you a good boy. And she seemed to pick up on that as the nature of your tasks started to change. You started to be asked to do your task wearing particular clothes, clothes that grew more feminine and more revealing over time. Sometimes you were called in to wash her back, which slowly grew to wash more and more of her, or to give her massages, which eventually became more than just massages.

Before long, you were being called to masturbate her to orgasm or to grope her breasts for, well, for as long as she wanted, or to strip for her as she masturbated to you, calls of 'good boy' being interspersed between her moans. And still, you stayed, still, you wanted more. And, clearly, so did she. When she asked you to kiss her, you did that, too, awkwardly, inexpertly, but she taught you to be better. Trained you. And that training soon turned to other things. Training you to cum just from having your nipples teased or just from being spanked, for example. Scent training, where she put your face into her hefty balls, forcing you to breathe in her musk until your mind melted, or edging training, which... wasn't particularly effective. Night after night of being kept rock hard from her presence had made you more than an expert already, so she instead trained your endurance, so that you could stay hard after cumming, then cum more than once. More than twice, more still... And slowly, ever so slowly, your body began to respond to your training. Your nipple training made your nipples thicker, more sensitive and started to put some fat underneath them. Your spanking training helped to fatten your ass and give you an enticing sway as you walked. Your scent training seemed to leave you just a bit more submissive every time. Your cock and balls, too, were growing from your cumming training, in size and in production, your loads becoming thicker and heavier each time. Even the way that she taught you to let out cute, feminine moans whenever you came seemed to be changing your voice. You loved your changes, each of them, because Pixxy seemed to love them, because she kept telling you you were a good boy and because they felt really good.

And yet, despite all of this, and despite how much you wanted to, never did Pixxy use her cock in your mouth or in your ass. Not until the day when she presented you with a collar. You knew what it meant even before she explained. To accept the collar would be to become hers fully. You didn't hesitate. "Good girl," she told you, for the first time of many, when she put it on you. And you couldn't disagree. You looked like a woman now much more than a man, despite that your cock and balls were now nearly as big as your new mistress's. And from that day on, your training changed, was added to. In addition to the ones you already performed were new ones, cock sucking training, where you finally tasted the cock that had tempted you for so long, anal training, where you learned the pleasures of feeling Pixxy's cock in your ass until your learned to cum just from it and, your new favourite, bondage training, where you learned to take pleasure in the many wonderful ways that you could be bound or gagged or caged, one or the other or in combination with each other or with your other training.

And as you followed this new training, you began to understand why your mistress had waited so long to let you pleasure her cock, because as you drank her delicious cum, you began to change more still, your skin becoming a beautiful green, to match your mistress's, and your hair blue. And, under your balls, a new, sensitive spot began to grow, one that was teased, encouraged and trained by your mistress until it started pushing in deeper, until it turned into a proper, needy pussy, another way for her to use you and to bring you pleasure.

And still, your training continued, continued even as your breasts and your cock grew bigger than your mistress's and as you became ever more submissive to her. "Good girl," she told you after a particularly intensive fuck session, the words feeling as good as ever, no matter how often she repeated them. "I love you," she added, which surprised you. She'd given you plenty of words of praise before, but never ones of love. This was when you knew you were finally complete, a perfect pet for your mistress. But she wasn't done surprising you. "I'd love to have a hot, submissive girlfriend like you. Would you like that?" This, you realized, was a real choice. You could keep just being her pet and her your mistress... or you could allow yourself to go a step further still. It was a real choice and no choice at all.

"Good girl," she said again when you agreed, tugging at your leash to make you moan.

"To celebrate, how about I invite some friends over? I want to show off my new girlfriend and to see them worship your perfect body." To that, you didn't even need to reply. The moan you let out at the thought, as well as the fresh glob of cum coming out of your cock, were all the confirmation your mistress and girlfriend needed.