Jerked into Her (TG Story) - Part 8

Jerked into Her (TG Story)

From FemmeForge:

A Ritual. A Fantasy. A Transformation Too Hot to Survive.

Eli never felt at home in his body. Not in a tragic way—just in that horny, obsessive, aching way that builds in secret. In silence. In shame. Alone at night, jerking off to the women he envied more than desired, whispering the same question over and over:

“What does it feel like to be her?”

Not to live as a woman.
To fuck like one.
To be the kind of woman who moans, who clenches, who drips—who makes men lose their minds just by walking into the room.

When Eli finds a ritual online—a cursed rite whispered about in NSFW occult threads—he doesn’t laugh.
He lights the candles.
He draws the sigil.
He jerks off into the bowl.

And what begins as a filthy fantasy spirals into a full-blown, erotic, reality-breaking metamorphosis.

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Eighty Part

Eli slid down the glass until his knees hit the smoky floor with a wet smack. His whole front was glued to the mirror—chest heaving, cock still twitching uselessly against the cum-smeared surface, his forehead sticking to it as he panted foggy breaths.

His body shook in aftershocks, every twitch of his thighs dragging another tiny, broken sound from his throat. Not even words—just high, cracked little noises that slipped out on their own.

“Hhhhnnn—ahhhhhnnnn—oohhhhhh—Godddd…”

He could feel it dripping down him, his own cum streaking his belly and thighs as it slid down the mirror, hot and sticky. He whimpered at the sensation, voice cracking again.

“F-fuuuuckk—ohhhhhh… ohhh shit—nnnghhhhh…”

His head lolled against the surface, sticky hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He let his cheek drag across the smeared glass until he was face to face with the reflection of tits and pussy still pressed there, blurred through streaks of white. His lips parted, and a breathy, broken laugh escaped.

“Ohhhhhh… oh fuck, that felt… that felt so good—so fucking good…”

The words dissolved back into moans, his voice rising higher with every shaky exhale.

“Haaaaahhh… ohhhhhh yessss—mmmhhhnnn—God, I c-can’t… I can’t believe… ohhh fuckk—”

His hand twitched, smeared sticky from pawing at the phantom tits, and he lifted it just enough to stare at his own palm—shining with sweat and cum and slick. He moaned at the sight, a needy, whiny little sound.

“Look at meeehhhnnn—ahhhh, such a fucking mess…” He gasped again, then let it tumble into another filthy whimper. “Ohhh God, I came so hard—fuck, I never… never like this…”

He pressed his lips to the glass without thinking—just a soft, trembling kiss against the reflection, smearing more wetness.

“Mmmnnnnn—haaahhhh… ohhh yessss… I… I liked it… I fucking liked it…”

And the moans just kept spilling, his voice caught in that endless loop of whimpers and sighs, every word tangled in the afterglow.

The mirror shuddered under him as though it were alive. On the other side, the woman was just as wrecked—her body sprawled against the glass, tits mashed wide, nipples smeared in cum, pussy dripping so hard it ran down her thighs. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face as she laughed through ragged, porn-star moans.

“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk—ahhhhnnnnn—ohhh yessss, Eliiii—yesssssss!” Her voice cracked into a scream, then dropped into a husky whimper. “Goddd, look at youuuu—look at how much you caaaaame—ohhh my Goddd—”

Eli whimpered back, lips trembling against the sticky glass. “Hhhhnnn—ahhhhhh—fuckkkk—”

She smirked through the haze, grinding her tits harder into the surface so they squealed wetly, leaving streaks of sweat and cum. “You hear yourself? You moan like me now… nnnnnnnhhhhnnn—ahhhhhh fuckkk—mmmhhhhh—look at the mess you made…” Her hand slid down her own thigh, dragging wetness across the mirror right where Eli’s cum was smeared thickest. “You painted me with it. Painted yourself. Only someone who was me could cum like that.”

Eli shook his head weakly, eyes wide, but another filthy moan betrayed him: “Uhhhhhhhnnn—n-nooo—ohhh Goddd, fuckkkk—”

She laughed low and breathless, hips still rolling against the glass. “Yesss, baby, yes. Only a girl cums like that. Only a bitch in heat. Only a woman desperate to prove it.” Her words dissolved into another cry, loud and cracked: “AHhhhhhhnnn—ohhh fuckkkk, I feel it—I feel you—”

He tried to answer, but his throat betrayed him, moans tumbling out instead: “Ohhhhhh—uhhhhnnnnn—ahhhhhh, fuuuckkk—”

Her tits slapped softly against the mirror as she writhed, leaving lewd smears everywhere. “You see, Eli? You can’t even talk anymore without moaning like me. You came so much, you moaned so hard—nnnghhhhh—ahhhhhhh—that’s the proof. That’s who you are.”

She pressed her forehead to the glass, face smeared in sweat, lips parted. Her voice cracked into a desperate whine: “My moans… are your moans. My tits… your tits. My pussy… your pussy. And you just fucking proved it.”

Eli’s chest heaved, eyes rolling, lips parted as another slutty whimper fell out of him—wordless, broken, but agreeing all the same.

The mirror-woman pressed harder, tits sliding down the glass with a long, sticky squeak, pussy grinding where his cum was still dripping in thick trails. Her moans were wild now—half sobs, half laughter, all filth. “Ohhhhhh Eliiiiii—ahhhhhhhnnn—yesssssss—look at ussssss!”

Eli whimpered back, his body trembling, forehead smeared against the wet surface. “Uhhhhnnnn—f-fuckkkk—”

She cut him off with a shriek, voice shattering in lust before hardening into command: “Say it.”

Eli blinked, dazed. “W-what—ahhhhhnnn—”

Her tits bounced obscenely as she slammed them into the glass again, moaning so high it nearly pierced his ears. “SAY IT. Say what you are. Say you’re a woman.”

“I—I can’t—” he stammered, but his moans betrayed him, spilling out high and needy: “Hhhhnnnnn—ahhhhhhhnnn—ohhhhhh Godddd—”

Her face pressed so close he could feel the heat of her breath through the mirror, lips glistening, swollen, dripping words. *“You already proved it, slut. You moaned like me. You came like me. You begged like me. Now you say it. Out loud. Now.”

Eli shook, cock twitching weakly, cum still drooling from the tip. He tried to resist, but her voice moaned over him, grinding him down, sultry and sharp:

“Say you’re a woman. Say it’s who you are. Say it or I’ll make you scream it.”

His lips trembled, eyes wide, chest heaving. “I… I…” Another moan tore free, slutty and cracked. “Ahhhhhhh—ohhhh fuckkkk—”

Her laugh was guttural, triumphant. “Yesss, like that. Moaning like a bitch. Now say it with the moans. Say you’re a woman.”

He broke. His voice cracked high, words tangled in sobbing, filthy moans.

“I’m—ahhhhnnnnn—ohhhhhh fuck—I’m a womannnnnnn!”

The mirror-woman screamed back with him, voice breaking into wild ecstasy: “Yessss! Louder, Eli! Louder—say it again!”

“I’M A WOMANNNNNN—ahhhhhhhnnnn—fuckkkkkk—I’m a woman, I’m a fucking womannnnn!”

Their voices clashed in one endless howl, her taunting moans and his broken confessions echoing together until they were one.

She smirked at him through the smeared glass, her chest still heaving, tits swaying heavily as she caught her breath. Slowly, deliberately, she straightened—no longer writhing or pounding the mirror, but composed. Regal in her nakedness. Every inch of her gleamed, dripping with sweat and sex, yet she held herself like a queen satisfied after conquest.

Her voice, when it came, was low and purring, but edged with triumph. “Finally…” She dragged a hand up over one massive breast, cupping it with a lazy squeeze before letting it drop with a bounce. “Finally, you’ve said it. You’ve admitted it. No more denial. No more shame. You want to be me. You want to be a woman.”

Eli panted against the mirror, his chest sticky, his thighs trembling. “Hhhhnnn—ahhhh… f-fuckkkk…” His eyes were wide, scared and aroused all at once, caught in the way she looked at him now.

The mirror-woman licked her lips slowly, knowingly, and leaned in until her tits brushed the glass again, though this time with teasing restraint instead of frantic need. “And because you’ve surrendered—because you’ve admitted every dirty, aching truth—I can give you what comes next.”

Eli swallowed hard, voice catching in his throat. “Wh-what… what do you mean…?”

Her smirk widened, her whole body aglow in her full, naked glory—hips cocked, tits spilling forward, pussy glistening with promise. “It means…” she moaned, almost singing it, “…you’re finally prepared for the final step.”

Eli’s breath hitched. He staggered, pressing his palm to the sticky mirror again, his voice weak and trembling. “Th-the final… step…?”

His words came out half as a question, half as a moan, because he already knew—at least some part of him knew—that whatever she meant was going to change everything.

The mirror-woman tilted her head back, letting a low, sultry purr roll from her throat. Her smirk widened as her hands slid up her sides, cupping the obscene weight of her tits. Slowly, sensually, she leaned forward—pressing them against the glass once more.

But this time, it was different.

The sound wasn’t the squeak of flesh on glass. It was deeper, wetter, almost… liquid. The surface rippled around her nipples as they flattened, smeared, then began to push through.

Eli’s breath caught. His eyes went wide, his cock twitching weakly as he stumbled back half a step, only to lurch forward again in disbelief. “W-wait—ohhh fuckkkk—”

Her moan deepened, long and throaty, as the glass bent and bulged around her breasts like water. The nipples poked through first—dark, swollen, rock-hard—and then more, more, more, until half the weight of her massive tits spilled out past the mirror’s surface. They jiggled as they broke free, slick and glistening, swinging heavy with each tremor of her breath.

Her voice purred, thick with filth and triumph. “Mmmmhhhnnn… ohhh yesss… can you feel it, Eli? I’m coming… to you.”

The rest of her tits followed, swelling out until they were fully on his side, dangling heavy, dripping trails of moisture from the mirror-world. She arched her back, shoving them forward even harder, moaning wildly as though forcing her body into his reality was as orgasmic as anything else.

“OHHhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkk—yes, baby… I’m crossing over… for you…”

Eli could only pant, frozen between terror and arousal, staring at the impossible sight—two perfect, obscene globes of womanly flesh swinging free from the glass, close enough to touch, their weight making them sway hypnotically. His lips parted in a shaky moan, and he whispered, “Ohhhh my godddd…”

The tits weren’t the end.

The mirror rippled wider around her chest, as though it had become a doorway made of liquid light. With a slow, deliberate moan, the woman pressed herself further. Her collarbones slid free, then the swell of her shoulders. Her long hair spilled through next, damp and glossy, strands clinging to her tits as they swayed forward.

Eli whimpered, breath trembling. “N-no way… ohhh f-fuckkkk…”

And then came the hips.

The glass bent around them like it couldn’t contain her curves, stretching, warping, until they burst through with a wet, obscene sound. Her wide, heavy hips jiggled as they emerged, thighs following close behind—thick, creamy, glistening with the same wet shimmer as her breasts. Each step she took was slow, sensual, deliberate, the mirror clinging to her body before letting go, like it didn’t want to release her.

Her pussy was the last thing to press against the barrier—fat lips glistening, clit swollen, already dripping. She gave a guttural, hungry moan as she forced it through, the mirror bending until it finally popped free with a lewd, slick squelch.

Now she stood before him.

Not behind glass. Not an image. Real. Naked. Her tits swung heavily with every breath, thighs rubbing as her wide hips rolled in a slow sway. Her skin gleamed, her lips curled in that same knowing smirk, and her eyes locked onto Eli with hunger.

She purred, voice dripping filth. “Mmmnnnhhh… you see, Eli? I told you… I’m coming for you. And now—” She stepped closer, her tits bouncing softly with the motion, her hand sliding down to stroke her own dripping slit. *“—I’m here.”

Eli’s knees buckled, his cock twitching in disbelief. “Ohhhh goddd… ohhh f-fuckkkk…”

She didn’t lunge for him. She didn’t pounce.

She posed.

Both hands slid down to her wide, glistening hips, fingers splaying against the curve as though to remind him just how obscene they were. She gave a slow, deliberate roll of her waist—hips swaying left, then right—making her thighs rub together with a wet, lewd sound.

And then she started toward him.

Step by step.

Each one a sashay, exaggerated, sensual. Her tits swung heavily with the rhythm, bouncing in soft, hypnotic arcs, nipples hard enough to catch the candlelight. Her ass rippled and clapped softly with every sway of her hips, each cheek lifting and falling like it wanted to jiggle just for him.

Eli froze. His breath hitched with every step she took, his eyes wide, locked helplessly on the obscene sway of tits and ass coming closer. His cock twitched pathetically, dribbling against his thigh.

She purred low in her throat, a sound like velvet wrapping around a blade. “Mmmmnnn… look at you. Can’t even breathe, can you?”

Eli’s lips parted, but only a cracked moan came out: “Ahhhhnnnn—ohhh Goddd…”

Her smirk deepened. She let one hand slide from her hip up across her belly, then over the underside of one massive tit, lifting it as she walked. The weight sloshed in her palm before bouncing free again, wobbling obscenely.

“This is what you begged for…” she moaned, her hips rolling harder, making her ass clap with every step. “And now I’m bringing it to you.”

By the time she closed the distance to arm’s length, Eli was trembling all over, knees nearly buckling, his cock twitching in time with her footsteps.

She didn’t close the last inch.

Instead, she veered sideways, hips rolling as she began to circle him. Each step was deliberate, predatory, her curves swaying in time with the motion. Her tits bounced with every sway of her shoulders, nipples pointing straight at him like they wanted his mouth, while her ass rippled with every pivot of her wide hips.

Eli turned with her, head twitching to follow, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. His knees wobbled as he tried to keep still, cock bobbing pathetically with every tremor of his thighs.

She chuckled, deep and throaty. “Mmmmnnnhhh… look at you, baby. Squirming, panting, dripping—just from watching me walk. Just from seeing what you could be.” Her fingers trailed down her hip, over the swell of her thigh, and she gave her ass a slow, smacking squeeze, the flesh wobbling as she rolled it for him. “This… all of this… is waiting. The final step. And you’re finally ready. You proved it when you let your inner woman scream free.”

Eli whimpered, eyes wide, chest heaving. “N-nnnhhh—wha… what d-do you… m-mean… by…” His voice cracked halfway into a moan, his words dissolving. “By… f-final… step…?”

Her smirk widened as she came around behind him, her tits brushing his shoulders in a near-touch, her breath hot at his ear. “You’ll see, Eli. Ohhh, you’ll see. But first—” She dragged her nails lightly over her own belly, moaning softly. “—I want you to beg for it.”

Eli’s throat bobbed as he tried to swallow, but it came out as a broken gasp instead. His lips trembled, words tangled with panting moans.

“B-b-beg…? F-for… wh-what…? Ahhhhnnnn—”

Before he could even finish, she moved.

Her body slid up against his back—hot, slick, undeniable. Her massive tits pressed into him from behind, enveloping his shoulder blades in soft, heavy flesh. He felt the weight of them spreading, smothering, her nipples hard as pebbles dragging across his skin.

He shuddered violently, a guttural whimper tearing from his throat.

She purred right into his ear, sultry and sinful, as one of her hands drifted down to stroke the curve of her belly—slow, sensual, teasing. “Beg… for me to let you see it, baby. To watch your body change. To watch yourself finally become what you moaned for.”

Eli’s eyes went wide, his whole body quaking as her words melted through him. His cock—sticky, drained, still sensitive—throbbed back to life between his thighs. It stiffened almost painfully fast, bobbing against his stomach, already leaking.

“Ohhhh f-fuckkkk—” he gasped, his voice pitching high, half sob, half moan. His knees bent as though the weight of his own arousal was dragging him down. “I—I… ohhh goddd, I… I need to…”

Her tits ground harder against his back, nipples smearing wetness across his skin, her breath hot against his ear as she moaned deep and low. “Yessss, Eli. That’s it. Let it out. Beg me.”

Eli shook like a leaf in a storm, his body quivering against hers. Every grind of her tits into his back made his knees buckle, the heavy flesh sliding up and down his shoulder blades, nipples dragging fire into his skin. He tried to form words, but they kept breaking apart into moans.

“Wh-why… I-I don’t—ohhh fffhhhhh—ahhhhnnnnn—” His head rolled back against her, eyes fluttering, lips slack. “Wh-why would I… wh-why would I w-wishhh f-for… th-that…”

She chuckled, low and dirty, her breath brushing hot against his ear. Her tits mashed harder, wobbling with every slow grind as she rolled her hips behind him, making her ass clap softly against the back of his thighs.

“Mmmnnnhhh… silly little thing. Why wish for it?” Her voice curled around him like smoke, sultry and cruelly tender. “Why keep pretending it’s a fantasy, when you already screamed the truth out of yourself? Why wish… when you can simply be?”

Eli moaned loud, the sound cracking into a whine. His cock slapped against his belly, leaking freely now, twitching with every syllable she breathed. “N-nnghhhhh—ohhhhhh fffhhhnnn—” He clawed at the smoky floor, unable to ground himself. “I-I… I don’t kno-knowwww… ohhhh godddd—”

Her hands slid up his sides, cupping her own tits so that the swollen flesh engulfed his shoulders completely, nipples dragging past his collarbones. She purred as if feeding on his weakness. “You do know, baby. You’ve always known. Your cock knows—it’s betraying you right now. Your moans know—they sound just like mine.”

Eli’s breath hitched into broken fragments. “I-I—uhhhhnnnn—ahhhh—s-s-stopppp—”

“No,” she whispered, pressing her lips just shy of his ear. Her tits jiggled hard against him as she ground forward one more time. “Don’t wish. Don’t deny. Admit. You don’t want to dream it—you want to be it.”

His only response was another high, whimpering moan that cracked like a sob.

Her tits rolled harder into his back, heavy and wet, every grind dragging his body forward a few inches before pulling him back again. He gasped like he was drowning, chest heaving, cock jerking against his stomach with every obscene sway of her breasts.

“Mmmhhh, listen to yourself,” she purred, dragging the words out like honey. “Moaning, leaking, trembling like a bitch in heat. And still you cling to those scraps of denial. Still you pretend it’s just some dirty wish.”

Eli shook his head wildly, but it was weak, half-hearted. “I-I don’t—ahhhhnnn—ohhh fuuuckkkk—I don’t knnnowww—”

Her tits slapped against him, nipples dragging down his spine as she pressed even tighter, smothering him in softness. “You do know.” She moaned deep, hips rolling behind him so her ass clapped against his thighs. “You know it in your cock. You know it in your moans. And you’ll say it.”

Eli whimpered, nails scratching uselessly at the smoky floor. His voice cracked into a high, pornographic wail. “Ohhhhhh G-goddddd—nnghhhhhh—ahhhhhh—”

She laughed through her moans, grinding harder, tits wobbling against his back in lewd, rhythmic slaps. “Say it, Eli. Say what you want. Say what you came for. Say you want to see yourself change.”

Her hand slid around his hip, just brushing the base of his cock, not stroking, just letting him feel how close she was. The tease was unbearable.

He bucked forward helplessly, a sob tearing out of his throat. “F-fuuuckkkk—I-I—ahhhhnnnnn—I w-want itttttt—”

Her voice sharpened, sultry but commanding. “Say it right.”

His whole body spasmed, cock spurting a dribble just from the pressure of her tits crushing him. Finally, broken, he screamed it out:

“I w-wanna see ittttt! I wanna see me chaaaange!”

The words echoed in the oneiric room, soaked in moans, leaving him trembling and breathless.

Her smirk brushed against his ear, moan rumbling like a purr. “Mmmnnnhhh… there it is. The truth. Finally.”

To be continued...