Chapter 22

One year later...

The Aphrodite Baths at The Celestial Palace

“Your ass feels incredible, you know!” Joey laughed as she buggered Jerry yet with her futa cock.

Jerry didn’t reply, no doubt due to the ball gag in his mouth. By now, he was used to taking it in the butt, of course. He was also used to being fucked down his throat and swallowing many loads from men and futas alike. He had practically forgotten what it was like to actually penetrate another person, of course. He had been in chastity for over seven decades now, not even permitted to cum once during this time. He would fear that he would be impotent but for his constant painful erections. What he feared was that he would never get to empty his balls ... ever again.

Sure enough, Jerry’s dick strained against the steel cage that encased it while others continued to sodomize him. He wore a dress by now and lacked any body hair whatsoever. He wore only crotchless panties beneath that dress and sometimes stockings with garters. He also wore his hair long in flowing tresses and enough makeup to convince everyone that he was a tart. He also lost a lot of body weight, particularly lean muscle mass so that he had breasts now as well as plenty of cellulite.

I was increasingly in favor of the idea of taking the sissification and feminization of Jerry even further, of course. I loved humiliating the guy, including by making him drink an increasing amount of piss. I also paddled him and let the ladies do so when they weren’t pegging him. By now, his cornhole gaped permanently and the butt-plug lodged back there made things even worse for him.

“What will he do to get to cum at last? What will she do, I mean?” I mused aloud.

I then spoke his name before adding, “futanari.”

Suddenly, without warning, Jerry’s body began changing, even as Joey stayed inside his ... or was it her bottom? I then took the key and released Jerry’s futa cock from its prison. Just like that, she spilled a massive load all over the marble floor on the edge of the bath. I roared with laughter as Joey flooded Jerry’s bowels at last. Jerry now had the curves and sleek skin of a woman ... except that she also had a man’s genitals as well as a lady’s.

“Yep, you’re a lot prettier now, Jerry. Or Jenna. Yes, that’s you now. Jenna. Folks, her name is Jenna. The good news is ... no more chastity. The bad news is ... you’re not a man anymore. You’re a futanari girl. You’ll never be a man again! Then again, that might not be such bad news after all. At least not to me. A lot of the menfolk would agree with me ... and more than a few of the girls, too. You’re much more ... alluring as a futa girl!” I laughed as I slapped Jenna on the tush.

“Tell me about it!” I heard Jessica Alba as she slid in next to me and began kissing my mouth so hungrily.

Yes, she was pregnant to me again ... with our eighteenth child. She had given other men babies, too, of course ... and more than a few futas. Even so, watching her swollen belly, full with my seed, even as her namesake, Empress Jessica, stood next to her and kissed both of us, well, you get the idea. Two very sultry ladies with golden complexions. Two luscious women, fresh from a film where both of them twerked, dry humped, scissored, and even sixty-nined in the nude. Yes, it was outright Sapphic porn, of course. Done to the soundtrack “Honey,” which was covered by Jessica Simpson while they coupled.

The line between adult and mainstream films was now basically gone. The time when Emma Roberts and Emma Watson rimmed each on a Hollywood lesbian love story called “The Two Emmas” was a recent example of that. No, it didn’t get an NC-17 rating, because the only rating was Mature, which applied to all films which were only displayed after one’s fourteenth birthday. That was it. “The Two Emmas” was definitely worthy of a Mature rating, as was the moment at the Oscars when the two rimmed each other and then made out in front of the audience.