Jack awakes to find his arms and legs lashed down to a bed, a light filling his face. A voice looms out of the darkness, taunting him, and his horror grows as he recognizes it. The owner, Daniel, promises sweet revenge on Jack - and soon, Jack finds himself transformed into a woman as part of the man's plot. Tied down and changed, things start to get scary and steamy for the man - and he has no idea how far things will go.
Revenge is Best Served Steaming is a story for mature audiences, and contains scenes of gender change, oral sex, reluctant intercourse, gender swap sex. It is 4700+ words in length.
An excerpt of this story:
I froze. My arms, stretched out above me, went numb. My heart began to thunder in my chest. There was no way he’d said what I thought he’d just said. I stared at him in shock, unwilling to believe I’d heard him correctly.
“You…”
“I’m going to make you enjoy it,” he breathed. I felt a sudden flash of heat within me, a pulse of something like pure sunlight coursing through my veins. Sweat suddenly beaded across my exposed skin, and my arms began to tremble. No… no, no, no.
Crap, this couldn’t be happening. I pulled, testing at my bonds, but whatever he’d used to lash me down held firm. “My revenge is to make sure you crave the lust I’m bringing. I’m going to make sure that I leave you gasping and writhing, Jack. Pleasure. Bliss. Sweet release.”
I stared at him as my body began to shudder. The heat blossomed from summer sun to erupting volcano, surging through my bound arms and legs. I hissed at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure as it suffused me, my muscles rippling and shifting beneath my searing hot flesh. I could feel every bit of me changing, twisting, contorting.
Daniel watched with fascination from the edge of the light as my body changed before him. My back arched, throwing up off the padded surface, my chest billowing as breasts grew beneath my old t-shirt. I stared along my tied-down body, shock doing nothing to quench the fires of change within me. I saw my body growing curvier. Lither. Sexier.
I collapsed back in a panting mass. My mind was a hazy mess of static. I felt… different. I could see breasts… my breasts… rising and falling with the force of my labored breath. I saw reddish-gold hair, long and luxurious, falling about my shoulders.
