The end of Ron as we know him

You should have seen the look on Ron's face when I entered the room.

He looked at me with those new big and beautiful eyes of his, begging me to help him:

"Please, Adam, stop this man from doing this to me!

"He has turned me into a woman, and now he doesn't stop fucking me. I have tried to get away, but I see to be unable to move away from him."

"That's the magic potion speaking, baby," Raymond grunted behind Ron and started to rub Ron's clit. "You cannot get away before you surrender and accept your new life as a woman."

Ron let out a small yelp, as Raymond thrust his dick deeper into his tight pussy.

I could see from the look on Ron's face, that he was trying hard to control his feelings, but when Raymond started to caress his left tit, Ron unconsciously started to rub his right nipple, getting more aroused by the minute.

"Oh, Adam, why aren't you helping me?"

"Lady," I said. "Do we know each other?"

"I am Ron, damn it. I am your best friend. This man used a book of spells to change me into a woman and now he is controlling me!"

"You cannot seriously expect me to believe this," I answered. "There is no such thing as magic, and if you really don't want him to fuck you, you can just leave. I know Raymond, he is not the kind that forces himself on anybody."
Now Ron's face was flushed, and I could see that he was struggling hard to stop the orgasmic waves that threatened to break through and obliterate his resistance.

He probably sensed that such a breakthrough of raw sexual passion would weaken his old personality and give him a new soul more suited to this beautiful shape of voluptuous womanhood.

His heavy tits swayed as Raymond thrust his dick into him, in and out, in and out. My oh my! Ron had become a very sexy woman, indeed. I could feel my cock stir in anticipation.

"Adam, Adam, pleeeeease help...."

"I don't think you need help, baby," I said. "It seems to me that Raymond here is giving you all the help you need.

"Doesn't it feel good to be filled up with hard cock? Doesn't it feel good to be a beautiful, sexy, curvaceous girl being worshiped by a stud like Raymond. I mean, this is your true purpose in life, isn't it? You were meant to play with boys us like us.

"You are a beautiful girl. Why don't you hold those heavy breasts of yours? Why don't you rub that nub and dive off that cliff? You know you long to! You know that deep inside you really want it!"

I could see his eyes dart from side to side, looking for a way out. Then they slowly started to lose focus, and he closed them.

He was like a man hanging by the end of his fingernails at the top of a steep slope, getting so tired in the process that death by fall seemed pleasurable in comparison.

Then he surrendered. Then I could see his body starting convulsing in a long series of orgasm, ending in a long scream of pleasure.

"Yes, Rhonda," I said. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want to suck your dick, Adam," Rhonda replied. "I need your big cock now!"

Rhonda is going to be a very good friend, indeed.

Click on images to enlarge!

The pictures of "Rhonda" is fetched from Brazzers, a wonderful source of erotic imagery.

This story is dedicated to RMP42661 over at Rachel's Haven.