Buddy to Slut (TG Story) - Chapter 5

Buddy to Slut (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

Eric thought his brilliant but unhinged buddy Dexter was working on some harmless experiment to “make him a real man.” Bigger cock, taller frame, unstoppable sex drive — what loser wouldn’t want that? But when Dexter lures him into the chamber for Project Venus, Eric’s world collapses. The gas doesn’t make him stronger — it melts, twists, and reshapes him into Eva: a dripping, cock-hungry bombshell with massive tits, thick thighs, and a pussy built to be bred.

What begins as betrayal spirals into depravity as Dexter gloats, taunts, and finally claims his newly transformed friend. Cum, moans, and humiliation blur together in the lab as Eric dies and Eva is born — a slutty masterpiece who craves exactly what she was turned into.

A day neither of them will ever forget: when best friends became creator and cockslut.

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Chapter 5

Dexter straightened up, brushing dust from his lab coat, still chuckling. “You know what’s funny, Eva?” he said, tilting his head with a smug grin. “Back when you had that pathetic little cock, you thought you were a man. Now look at you—big tits, fat ass, dripping wet. And what’s left to crave in your rewired little brain?”

He tapped his chest with a gloved thumb, his grin spreading. “Me. I’m the cock now, Eva. I’m what you’re aching for. Not women. Not yourself. Me.”

Eva’s eyes went wide, tears brimming. “F-fuck youuuuuu~!” she spat, voice breaking into a whimpering moan. She tried to sneer, but her pouty lips trembled too much, glossed with spit.

Dexter laughed harder, friendly and mocking at once. “What was that? Sounded like you were about to call me hot.”

Eva’s tits bounced as she clutched them tighter, nipples stabbing hard through the thin fabric. Her body betrayed her, a moan ripping through her throat as she shouted: “Y-you’re not hot, you bastarddddddd! You’re not—ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn! You’re notttttttttt—ohhhhhhh Goddddddd you’re so hotttttttttttttt~!”

Her eyes went wide the instant the words left her, her dainty hands flying to her mouth too late. She shook her head violently, hair whipping across her face. “N-nooooooo! I didn’t mean thatttttttt!”

Dexter slapped his thigh, howling with laughter. “Hhhahahahaha! There it is! Straight from the slut’s mouth!” He leaned close, voice curling into a playful sneer. “You just called me hot, Eva. Your best buddy. Your mad scientist pal. The dick you crave.”

Eva sobbed into her hands, body trembling, pussy soaking through the ruined lace, her denials already sounding like begging.

Eva pressed both palms over her flushed face, sobbing into them, tits hanging heavy and obscene beneath her arms. But no matter how hard she shook her head, she couldn’t stop the images clawing their way into her mind.

Her breath hitched, her thighs squeezed together, her pussy pulsing hotter than ever. “N-noooo, fffuuuuuckkkkkk…” she whimpered, voice cracking. “Why… why am I thinking about… about your cockkkkkk?”

Her dainty hands slipped down to her throat, then lower, tracing the line of her breasts, her belly, her trembling hips. She could feel the heat under her skin, little electric sparks that made her moan every time they crawled lower.

Her pouty lips parted, glossed with spit, as she gasped. “Ohhhhhh Goddddd… it’s everywhere… these sensationssss… my whole body’s… it’s throbbing for youuuuuu~!”

Her pussy ached against the ruined lace, clinging tighter with every twitch of her hips. She pawed helplessly at her tits, nipples stabbing through her fingers, her moans spilling louder, higher, filthier.

“I-I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t want ittttttttt! But I’m… I’m imagining your cock, Dexterrrrrrr! Thick and hot, right hereeeeee!” She slammed her dainty hand against her cleft, the outline pulsing lewdly beneath her panties. “Ffffuuuuuuuckkkkkk! Why does it feel so goooood just to think about itttttttt~?!”

Her howl cracked into a sharp, pornographic squeal, echoing through the lab, her own words horrifying her even as her body melted in arousal.

Eva clutched her head with both hands, damp hair sticking to her cheeks as she staggered forward, tits swaying in heavy arcs. Her pouty lips trembled, spit dripping down her chin, every sob cracking into a filthy whine.

“I-I shouldn’t be wanting thissss!” she wailed, voice sharp and girlish. “I shouldn’t be thinking about cocks, about your cockkkkkk!” Her thighs squeezed tighter, pussy stamping a darker stain into the ruined lace. “I was supposed to want pussyyyyyy! I was supposed to want womennnnnn!”

But her dainty hand slipped down anyway, dragging over her damp midriff, settling at the cleft between her thighs. The fabric clung so thin, so wet, that every twitch of her fingers made her whole body jolt.

Her head tipped back, eyes fluttering, as a scream ripped from her throat. “Ffffffuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk! Why can’t I resist thissssss?!”

Her moans spilled louder, uncontrollable, slutty and broken. She pawed at her tits with one hand, kneading the massive mounds until her nipples ached between her fingers. The other rubbed harder at her pussy through the lace, every drag sending her hips bucking forward.

Images stormed her brain, filthy and vivid. Dexter looming over her, shoving her down. His cock—longer, thicker, hotter than anything she’d ever imagined—stretching her pussy wide, pounding her until she screamed.

Her lips blurted the confession between sobs and gasps: “Ohhhh Goddddd, I can see itttttttt! You—thrusting inside meeee! My pussy splitting open, milking your cockkkkkkk! Fffffuckkkkkkkkkk, I don’t want thissssss! But I can’t stoooopppppp~!”

Her howl turned into a shriek, then into a pornographic wail that shook her whole body. She collapsed to her knees again, tits bouncing violently, ass quaking, every denial drowned beneath the tide of her own moans.

Eva clutched herself on the floor, tits spilling between her arms, her ass quaking behind her as her hips ground against the soaked lace. Her pouty lips hung open, spit dripping down her chin, every ragged breath turning into a slutty whine.

“I… I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t want thisssss!” she sobbed, but her body rocked forward, grinding her pussy shamelessly against the floor. “But I can’t… I can’t stoooopppppp!”

Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking down her cheeks as her mouth betrayed her. “Ohhhhh ffffuckkkkkkk! I-I want it… I want you to use meeeee! Spread me open, make me screammmmmm~!”

Her dainty hands squeezed her tits hard, nipples stabbing between her fingers as another howl tore free. “Breed meeee! Oh Goddddddd, why am I saying thissss?! Breed me like a dirty fucking whoreeeeeee~!”

Her hips bucked harder, pussy squelching wetly against the lace. Her voice cracked higher, filthier. “Fffffuckkkkkk me in the ass tooooooo! Make me beg, make me choke on ittttttttt!”

Her eyes shot wide in horror, but the words kept spilling, unstoppable. “Ohhhh Godddddddd! Tie me downnnnnn! Make me your breeding pet, make me beg for your cock every nightttttttttt~!”

She slapped her trembling hand over her own mouth, sobbing into it, but the muffled moans that bled out were even dirtier, filthier, broken by the sharp rhythm of her body grinding against the floor.

Her whole body shook, every curve bouncing, every denial drowned under the weight of the humiliating truths spilling from her own lips.

Eva’s body convulsed on the floor, tits wobbling in obscene arcs as she clawed at her own skin. Her pussy ground harder against the ruined lace, squelching audibly now, each wet grind matched by a sobbing moan.

Her swollen lips hung open, spit shining across her chin, her voice breaking with every ragged breath. “N-noooooo! I-I can’t—ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnn! I c-can’t stop saying th-these thingssssss~!”

Her dainty fingers clutched at her tits, kneading them until her nipples screamed with pain and pleasure. Her hips jerked violently, ass quaking, her thighs slick with wetness.

Then the words burst free, raw and filthy, sharper than anything she had blurted before.

“Ohhhhhhhh fffffffffffuckkkkkkkkk!” she howled, tears spraying from her eyes. “I want to get knocked up by every man in the cityyyyyyy! Line them upppppp, make me take every cock, fill me, breed me, turn me into a dripping little breeding sowwwwwww~!”

Her scream cracked into a pornographic wail that shook the walls, her body thrashing as if the fantasy itself physically overwhelmed her.

Her eyes went wide immediately after, horror crashing over her like a wave. She slapped both hands over her mouth, sobbing into them, but her whole body still trembled, pussy throbbing harder than ever, tits bouncing with every sob.

She whispered against her palms, muffled and broken: “N-noooooooo! I didn’t mean thattttttt! Oh Godddddddd, what’s happening to meeeeeee~?!”

But the truth was already out, hanging heavy in the air — Eva’s final, depraved confession, the one even she couldn’t take back.

Eva’s nails dug into her thighs, dragging red lines into her soft skin as her hips bucked against the floor. Her tits swung heavy beneath her, nipples stiff and leaking through the damp, ruined fabric. Her pouty lips hung open, spit dripping as her sobs tangled with slutty moans.

“I-I was supposed to be a mannnnnn!” she wailed, voice breaking high and pornographic. “Supposed to have a dick! Supposed to use it! Supposed to fuck women, notttttttttt—ahhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn!”

Her body jolted, pussy squelching wetly against lace, betraying her as she ground against her own hand.

Then the words tore free, filthy and raw: “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be wanting to suck your cockkkkkkkk!” Her dainty hand slapped over her own mouth too late, tears spilling as her eyes went wide in horror. “Oh Godddddddddd, I said ittttttttt!”

Her back arched, tits wobbling, ass quaking behind her as the confession poured on. “I shouldn’t be imagining you spanking my fat ass—ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk—spanking me as you fuck me from behinddddddd!”

Her scream broke into a shrill, slutty moan, echoing through the lab, her whole body convulsing as the fantasy ripped her apart inside.

She clutched her tits tighter, nipples stabbing between her fingers, sobbing through another scream. “I was supposed to be the one doing ittttttttt! Not this! Not a cock-hungry bitch begging for ittttttttt!”

Her howl cracked into another squeal, half denial, half orgasmic cry, leaving her trembling on the floor in humiliation.

Eva lay sprawled on the floor, tits crushed against the concrete, ass arched high, her pussy soaking through the last tatters of lace. Her sobs echoed sharp, but every denial came out moaned, dripping with heat.

That’s when Dexter barked out a laugh, loud and brutal, snapping through her breakdown like a whip. “Hhhahhahahahahaha! Oh, Eva… you really just said it, didn’t you?” He leaned against the console, goggles gleaming, grin stretched wide.

“You don’t want to fuck women anymore. You don’t even want your old dick. No, no, no—” he pointed at her trembling ass, still quivering in the air, “—you want my cock. You want me spanking that fat ass while I rail you from behind.”

Eva gasped, her face burning crimson, tears spilling as her dainty hands clutched her tits harder. “N-noooooo! Don’t say thaaaaaat!”

Dexter crouched closer, his voice dropping into that mocking, almost friendly tone. “C’mon, admit it—just like you admitted you’d call me hot. You’re dripping at the thought of me bending you over and pounding you. Your pussy’s practically begging for it.”

Her hips twitched forward, pussy squelching louder against the lace, betraying her completely. She sobbed harder, shaking her head, tits wobbling violently. “I-I hate youuuuu! You’re a bastarddddddd!”

Dexter chuckled, shaking his head like he was teasing an old buddy. “Nah. You love this. You love the thought of me spanking your ass, filling that brand new pussy. You love craving my cock, Eva. That’s who you are now.”

Eva howled, broken and shrill, the sound bouncing off the walls, her body trembling as her moans made his mockery ring true.

Eva was a mess on the floor — tits flattened against the cold concrete, nipples stabbing through the soaked fabric, her ass thrust high like her body was begging for it, pussy dripping loud through the ruined lace. Every sob that left her throat cracked into slutty moans she couldn’t swallow.

Dexter crouched close, his grin wide and sharp. “You know what I’d do, Eva?” he drawled, voice curling around her broken breaths. “I’d bend you right over that console. Press that fat, wobbling ass down, spread you open, and make you scream.”

Eva’s eyes went wide, her lips trembling. “N-noooooo! Don’t—you can’t—ahhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” The moan tore out of her before she could stop it, her hips jerking as if picturing it.

Dexter chuckled, leaning closer, his tone filthier, more taunting. “I’d spank you till those cheeks jiggle red and raw. Every slap making your pussy leak harder, every moan louder, until you’re crying for me to fuck you.” He gave the glass a sharp tap, as though to punctuate it. “And then I’d bury myself so deep inside you, you’d forget you were ever a man.”

Eva clawed at the floor, tits dragging lewdly beneath her, tears spilling from her eyes. “St-stopppppppp! Don’t say itttttttttt!”

Dexter tilted his head, smug. “Oh, but you’d love it. You’d squeeze me tight, milk my cock with that brand new pussy. You’d moan my name, over and over, begging for me to spank you harder, fuck you deeper. That’s who you are now, Eva—a wet hole aching to be used.”

Eva shrieked, high and broken, her moan echoing so raw and slutty it made her whole body quake. Her pussy squelched audibly as her hips bucked, betraying every denial.

Eva’s whole frame shook, every breath a jagged sob drowned under filthy moans. Her hips bucked against the floor in helpless jerks, the soaked lace riding up, her pussy throbbing openly now. Dexter’s words curled inside her head like hooks, and she couldn’t resist them anymore.

Her dainty hands dragged up her damp midriff, trembling, until they clutched at the edges of her ruined croptop. Her pouty lips hung open, spit stringing down her chin as she whimpered:

“Ohhhhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk~!”

With one desperate tug, the thin, strained cotton ripped apart, seams tearing loud through the sterile lab. Her heavy tits tumbled free in a violent bounce, nipples swollen stiff, glistening from the damp fabric that clung before.

“Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn! Ohhhhhh Godddddddddd!” she howled, the cry cutting into a shrill, pornographic moan.

Her trembling fingers latched onto them instantly, kneading the obscene mounds, lifting their impossible weight, squeezing until the stiff nipples throbbed between her palms. Each bounce sent her tits wobbling in wild arcs, slapping against her chest with wet, sticky sounds.

“Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh! Ffffuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk! So bigggggggg! So heavyyyyyyyyy!” Her voice rose higher with every moan, sharp, slutty, uncontrollable.

She pressed them together, moaning louder as the cleavage deepened, her tongue darting across her lips without thinking. “Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk! My titstttttttttt! My big, fat, slutty titssssssssss~!”

Her whole body trembled, fat ass quaking behind her, thighs slick and trembling as her moans spilled shamelessly, louder, higher, rawer than ever before.

Eva’s dainty fingers dug deep into the swollen flesh, palms sinking into her tits as if they were too big to hold. She squeezed them together, then let them fall heavy, wobbling in wild arcs across her chest, every slap of flesh drawing a scream that melted into a moan.

“Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnn! Ffffffuckkkkkkkk! They’re so softttttttttt! So bigggggggg!” she cried, throwing her head back, spit stringing from her lips. Her stiff nipples jabbed into her palms, so sensitive that every pinch made her shriek louder.

Her moans turned into filthy, broken babble as she pawed herself. “Ohhhhhh Goddddddd! My tits… my fat slutty titsssssssss! They’re bouncing for cockkkkkk! They’re begging for someone to grab them, to use themmmmmmm!”

Her hips writhed against the floor, pussy squelching louder, lace soaked through and clinging like transparent skin. Each grind made her ass clap lewdly, syncing with the slap of her tits as she fondled them harder.

Dexter’s smug grin faltered for a second as his cock stiffened in his pants, straining against the fabric. He adjusted himself with a sharp breath, eyes glued to the sight of his masterpiece moaning and kneading her tits like a pornstar in heat.

Eva’s voice rose sharper, sluttier, more depraved. “Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnn! Fffffuckkkkkkkk, I’m so hotttttttt! My tits are made to be sucked, slapped, covered in cumyyyyyy! Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd!”

Her cries echoed raw through the lab, every sound dripping with filth and surrender, her body completely enslaved to its new form.

Eva collapsed backward onto the cold floor, tits spilling across her chest in obscene arcs, nipples pointed stiff toward the ceiling. Her damp hair plastered across her flushed face, her pouty lips wet and trembling. The tattered lace panties clung to her pussy like a translucent veil, the ruined scrap of cloth the only thing left hiding her.

Her dainty fingers clawed at her tits, squeezing until the heavy mounds spilled through her grasp. Her hips bucked, thighs slick, ass quaking against the concrete as she let out another shrill, pornographic wail.

“I-I can’t… I can’t take it anymoreeeeee!” she screamed, her voice cracking higher and sluttier than ever. “Dexterrrrrrr! Pleaseeeeee! Ffffffuck meeeeeee!”

Her hands slid down her damp midriff, over the curve of her waist, clutching at her panties like she might tear them off herself. “Look at meeeeee! I’m naked—almostttttt! Just this… this pathetic little scrappppp~!” She tugged at the lace, making it cling harder to her cleft, every outline showing, every drop soaking through.

Her eyes, wide and wet, locked on him, her whole body trembling with desperation. “I’m yours, Dexterrrrr! I’m your Evaaaaaa! Just fuck me alreadyyyyy~!”

Her scream cracked into a shrill moan, tits bouncing with the force of it, her pussy throbbing so loud it almost echoed.

And Dexter… his chest rose hard, his cock straining visibly against his pants now, the grin on his face sharpened by pure, aching arousal. He had built her into this — his buddy, his masterpiece — now spread in full glory before him, begging.

Dexter stood frozen for a beat, chest heaving, cock throbbing painfully against his pants. Eva’s voice, slutty and broken, still rang through the lab — “Fuck me, Dexterrrr~!” — and the sight of her spread on the floor, tits spilling over her chest, lace clinging to her dripping pussy, shattered the last wall of his control.

A slow grin spread across his face as his gloved hands rose to his lab coat. With a deliberate tug, he slid it from his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor in a whisper.

Eva’s wide, tear-streaked eyes followed every motion, her pouty lips parting in a whimpering moan. “O-ohhhhhh Goddddddd… you’re really… you’re really gonna do itttttttt?”

Dexter’s fingers trailed to his shirt, unfastening button after button in maddening slowness. Each one popped open with a soft click, revealing the lean muscle beneath, sweat-slicked from his own building arousal. He peeled it off, tossing it aside, never breaking eye contact with her.

Eva’s tits bounced as she panted, clutching them like they were her lifeline. “Ffffffuckkkkkk! You’re teasing meeee! Strip faster, you bastardddddd~!”

He chuckled, voice low, taunting. “No, Eva… I want you to see every second of this. Every piece of me I kept hidden. I want you trembling for it.”

His hands dropped to his belt, unbuckling it with a slow clink. The sound echoed in the sterile lab, louder than anything else, making Eva whimper and squeeze her thighs together.

When the buckle came free, he drew the leather from the loops, letting it fall to the floor with a slap. Then he unzipped his pants, peeling them down inch by inch, the bulge pressing through his boxers obscene and undeniable.

Eva moaned sharp, high, slutty. “Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk! It’s bigggggg! Oh Godddd, you’re really gonna fuck me with thattttttttt~!”

Dexter’s smirk widened as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband, dragging his boxers low, slow, until his cock sprang free — hard, thick, throbbing, the very thing Eva’s body had been screaming for.

Her shrill cry filled the lab, pornographic and broken. “Yesssssssssss! Ffffffuckkkkk yesssssssssss!” Her whole body writhed, tits bouncing, pussy squelching against the last shreds of lace as she reached toward him with trembling, desperate hands.

Dexter stepped forward, slow and deliberate, every inch of his naked body illuminated by the sterile lab light. His cock jutted out in front of him, thick and heavy, throbbing with every step. Eva’s dainty hands reached for it, her pouty lips quivering, her tits bouncing obscenely as she begged.

But instead of giving her what she wanted, he stopped just short, looming over her sprawled form. He let the weight of his cock sway, then pressed it down against the soft swell of her tits.

Eva gasped, shrill, the sound cracking into a moan. “Ohhhhhhh Godddddddddd! It’s hotttttttt! It’s real, it’s real, it’s really on meeeeee~!”

Dexter grinned down at her, smug and cruel. He dragged his shaft across her cleavage, letting it slide between the sweat-slick valley as her tits wobbled around it. “Mmm. Look at that, Eva. Your tits were made for this.”

Her hands flew to her breasts instinctively, squeezing them together around his cock, giving him a makeshift tunnel of flesh. She sobbed and moaned, eyes rolling back. “Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn! Fuckkkkkkkkkk! It’s throbbing between my titsssssssss~!”

Dexter chuckled low, thrusting slow, making her cleavage ripple. Then he slid higher, dragging the fat head up until it tapped against her pouty lips.

Eva squealed, her moan high and filthy as her mouth opened without thought. “Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnn! I-I can taste it alreadyyyyy!”

He smirked, pulling it away before she could suck. “Not yet. I want to see you lose your mind first.”

He shifted lower, pressing the slick head against her belly, grinding down until it smeared her damp midriff. Eva shrieked, clutching at her tits, every inch of her trembling.

“Ahhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk! You’re teasing meeeeee! Touching everywhere but where I need itttttttttt~!”

Dexter laughed, sliding even lower, dragging his cockhead across the soaked lace straining against her pussy. The fabric squelched under the pressure, her cleft outlined and pulsing.

Eva howled, body convulsing. “Ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk, it’s right thereeeeee! It’s pressing my pussy, it’s pressing my pussyyyyyyyyy!”

Her scream rose into a long, pornographic wail, her whole body arching, tits bouncing violently as she thrashed with need.

Dexter held his cock firm in one hand, the fat head pressed right against the soaked strip of lace. He dragged it slow, up and down her pussy’s outline, smearing wetness across the thin fabric until it shone in the light.

Eva’s scream broke into a shrill moan. “Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn! Fffffuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk! It’s rubbingggggg! It’s right there, ohhhhhh Goddddddd!”

He chuckled low, smug. “Feel that? Just a little cloth between you and what you’re begging for. I could tear it off right now… but I like watching you squirm.”

He pressed harder, grinding his cockhead into her cleft until the lace stretched tight, every ridge of her pussy outlined, her clit bulging against the soaked scrap.

Eva thrashed, tits bouncing, ass clapping against the floor as she clawed at her own thighs. “Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk! I can feel itttttttt! It’s splitting me even through the pantyyyyyyys! Dexterrrrrrr, pleaseeeeeeee!”

Her hips jerked upward, trying to catch him, but he pulled back just enough to let her miss, making her sob with frustration.

“Please what, Eva?” he teased, dragging his cock down the length of her slit again, slower, heavier.

Her pouty lips trembled, spit stringing down her chin. She shrieked, voice high and filthy. “Please fuck meeeeee! Please tear these panties off and shove it in meeeeee! I can’t—I can’t take it anymoreeeeee~!”

Dexter laughed, grinding once more into the damp fabric, watching it cling tighter as it squelched. “Beg louder.”

Eva’s scream cracked into a desperate wail, her moans raw and slutty, echoing off the walls. “I’m beggingggggg! I’m begging you to fuck meeeeee! Rip them off, Dexterrrrrr! Give me your cockkkkkkk!”

Her tits bounced with every cry, her pussy spasming under the lace, leaving the lab echoing with her pornographic pleas.

Dexter smirked down at her, his cock still grinding against the soaked lace, each drag making her whole body jolt. Eva’s pouty lips trembled, spit running down her chin as she screamed through sobs:

“Pleaseeeeeee! Tear them offppppppp! Fuck meeee, Dexterrrrrrr! I need it, I need it, I need itttttttttt!”

Her tits bounced with every desperate thrust of her hips, nipples stiff and leaking as she clawed at her own body in need.

With one sharp tug, Dexter hooked his fingers into the ruined panties and ripped. The fabric gave with a wet rrrrripppp, snapping apart and falling to the floor in tatters. Her pussy was bared, swollen and glistening, lips spread slightly from how hard she’d been grinding.

Eva shrieked, high and pornographic, her voice cutting sharp into a moan. “Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn! I’m naked, ohhhh ffffuckkkkkkk! I’m really naked for youuuuuu~!”

Dexter pressed his cock to her bare slit, the fat head sliding wetly against her folds. Her whole body arched, tits wobbling violently, her ass slapping the floor as she thrashed.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddd! It’s thereeee, it’s right thereeeee!” she screamed, her voice breaking into raw, filthy sobs.

Then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside.

Eva’s scream tore the air apart, guttural and shrill, collapsing into a moan so loud it rattled the walls. “AhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk!”

Her nails clawed the floor as her pussy stretched around him, her dainty body convulsing, sweat and tears dripping as she moaned again, louder, higher.

“Yessssssssssssssss! Ohhhhh Godddddddd, yes yes yes yesssssssssss!” Her howl cracked into sobbing moans, her tits bouncing uncontrollably as Dexter sank deeper.

Her voice echoed raw and filthy, every sound a mix of pain, surrender, and unbearable pleasure.

Eva’s back arched hard off the floor, her tits bouncing high and heavy as Dexter’s cock split her open. The stretch was brutal, shocking, her pussy spasming tight around him — but the sensation made her howl louder than she’d ever screamed in her life.

“AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn! Ffffffffuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkk! It’s—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn—it’s too bigggggggg!”

Her dainty hands clawed at her tits, kneading them as if gripping her own flesh could ground her. Every inch deeper sent another scream ripping from her throat, but the pain dissolved into filthier sounds, her voice cracking into shameless moans.

Her pouty lips trembled, spit glistening down her chin as she babbled through sobs: “Ohhhhhh Godddddddddd! It’s filling meeeeee! It’s really inside meeeeee! Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk, I can’t—I can’t stoooopppppp moaninggggggg!”

Dexter pushed deeper, grinding his cock until her ass lifted off the floor, her thighs trembling, pussy drooling down his length.

Her scream shattered into a pornographic wail: “Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhh! Y-yessssssssssssss! I-I’m—ahhhhhh fuckkkkkk—I’m cumming just from you being inside meeeeee!”

Her whole body convulsed, tits slapping against her chest, her hips jerking wildly as wave after wave of sensation tore her apart. Every denial she’d screamed before was drowned now in pure, shameless moans, echoing like music in the sterile lab.

She sobbed through the pleasure, gasping broken words between cries: “Fffffuckkkkkkkkk! My pussy’s—ahhhhhhhhhhhhnnnn!—my pussy’s made for your cockkkkkkkkk~!”

Dexter’s grin sharpened as he drew back, his cock sliding slick from her dripping pussy. Eva’s eyes fluttered, her pouty lips parting into a trembling moan. Then he slammed forward, hips crashing into hers, burying himself deep.

Her scream split the air, shrill and broken. “AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh! Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk!”

He pulled back, then drove in again — steady, powerful thrusts that made her tits bounce wildly, nipples stabbing sharp into the air as sweat sprayed from her chest. Every impact forced her ass to clap against the floor, the sound lewd and obscene in the sterile lab.

Eva’s dainty hands clawed at her tits, squeezing them tighter with every thrust. “Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddddd! It’s so deeppppppppp! Ohhhhhh fffuckkkkkkkkk, it’s pounding meeeeee~!”

Her voice cracked higher as he quickened, the rhythm relentless now — wet, slapping thrusts that left her body thrashing beneath him. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, trying to match his, her pussy spasming tight around him.

Her scream collapsed into a wailing moan: “Yessssssssssss! Ohhhhhh fffffffuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk! Harder, Dexterrrrrrrr! Pound me harderrrrrrrr!”

Each slam of his cock ripped another filthy cry from her throat, each deeper push breaking her voice into sobs of raw, desperate pleasure.

Her tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she wailed, shameless and slutty: “I’m yours, I’m your Evaaaaaa! Fuck me, break me, make me cum againnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

Her body trembled, tits jiggling wildly with every thrust, pussy drooling down his cock as her screams filled the room.

Dexter’s hips slammed into hers again, the wet clap echoing sharp through the lab. Eva’s back arched hard off the floor, tits bouncing in wild arcs, nipples stiff and glistening as she screamed.

Her moan cracked into a sob just as Dexter leaned over her, his voice curling smug and cruel. “Listen to you, Eva… just a few days ago, you were my loser buddy on the couch. A man. Pathetic. Useless.”

He thrust deeper, making her body jolt and howl. “And now look at you—” another sharp thrust drove her tits wobbling, her pussy squelching loud, “—a hot little chick with the biggest fucking tits I’ve ever seen, and this delicious pussy squeezing me like it was made for my cock.”

Eva shrieked, voice splitting into pornographic moans. “Ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn! Don’t say thaaaaaaaat! Ohhhhhhhhhh ffffffuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk~!”

Dexter laughed low, pounding her harder, each slam punctuating his taunts. “You traded your useless cock for this dripping hole. You traded being invisible for being a slut I can’t stop fucking. You’re my masterpiece, Eva. My horny, moaning, cum-drunk masterpiece.”

Her eyes rolled back, her pouty lips spilling a cry that was half sob, half orgasmic moan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd! I’m cummmmmminggggggggggg! I can’t stoooooppppppp~!”

Her tits shook violently as her body convulsed, pussy spasming around him, milking his cock in waves of desperate, filthy pleasure.

Dexter drove himself deep, his hips slamming into her with a wet clap that echoed through the lab. That last thrust broke her—Eva’s whole body jolted like a live wire, her tits flying upward before crashing back down in obscene arcs.

Her pouty lips parted wide, spit spraying as her howl ripped free.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”

The sound was raw, primal, so loud it rattled the metal walls. It wasn’t just a moan — it was a scream of surrender, broken into something pornographic, a howl that announced her climax to the world.

Her pussy clamped down violently, spasming around his cock like it was trying to pull him deeper, milking him with desperate waves. Her thighs thrashed, slick with wetness, every spasm sending more squelching gushes down his length.

Her dainty hands flew to her tits, squeezing them so hard her swollen nipples slipped between her fingers, her scream breaking into guttural moans. “Ohhhhhhhh ffffffuckkkkkkkk! I’m cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg! I can’t stoooooopppppppp! Ohhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddd!”

Her back arched off the floor, forcing her pussy tighter around him, her ass quaking lewdly against the concrete. Her whole frame convulsed, tits slapping against her chest with wet sounds, her howls cutting into shrill, high-pitched cries.

The orgasm rolled through her again and again, each wave breaking her voice into more filthy moans until she collapsed back to the floor, sobbing and gasping, her body still twitching around him.

Even in her broken state, her pussy clenched, refusing to let him go, her body betraying her with more needy squeezes as her voice cracked into a trembling whimper: “Ffffuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Moreeeeeeeee~!”

Eva collapsed beneath him, sweat dripping from her flushed face, spit shining down her chin. Her tits wobbled violently with every shallow breath, nipples stiff and glistening, her pussy still twitching tight around his cock as wetness streamed down her thighs.

Dexter leaned over her, his grin sharp and triumphant. “You feel that, Eva? You just came harder than you ever did in your whole pathetic life. And not with your little cock.” He thrust once, hard, making her scream sharp and raw. “No… with this dripping pussy.”

Her pouty lips quivered, eyes wide in disbelief as tears streamed down her cheeks. “N-nooooooo! I… I came from my pussyyyyyyy!” she sobbed, her tits bouncing with every convulsion of her trembling body.

Dexter laughed, smug and cruel, grinding his cock deeper into her spasming slit. “Look at you now. A hot chick with tits too big for your arms to hold, hips built to ride, and this perfect, delicious cunt that milks me every time I move.”

Eva wailed, her voice breaking into another pornographic moan, hands pawing helplessly at her tits as they bounced in her grip. “Ohhhhhhh Godddddddd! I lost my dickkkkkk! I’m cumming from a pussy, ffffuuuuuuuckkkkkk~!”

Her howl echoed through the lab, shameless and broken, as her body trembled and squeezed around him like it was begging for more.

To be continued...