Meet the parents. Part 1

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Characters are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction and is not to be emulated. This story is now a consenting boy. A mention of peeing inside Allison here of you don't like that skip.

As Allison stared at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of transformation. Gone was the boy who once roamed the forest, replaced now by someone entirely different. His reflection revealed subtle changes that hinted at a new identity. His slender frame seemed to have softened, curves beginning to form where once there were none. The contours of his face had grown smoother, his features taking on a delicate femininity that he found both bewildering and strangely enticing.

His gaze lingered on his chest, where he noticed the beginnings of small breasts beginning to emerge. They were tender to the touch, a testament to the changes taking place within him. As he traced his fingers over the soft mounds, a shiver of excitement coursed through him. He had always been girlish in appearance, but now, with each passing day, he felt himself slipping further into this newfound femininity.

Turning his attention to his hips, he observed with fascination as they seemed to widen ever so slightly. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but he could feel the difference in the way his clothes hugged his curves. And when he bent over to examine himself more closely, he was met with a sight that both thrilled and unnerved him. Between his rounded cheeks lay a slit, evidence of the countless times he had been taken by Ashina's big doggy dick. It was a reminder of his submission, a physical manifestation of the transformation he had undergone. Yet, as he gazed upon it, a sense of acceptance washed over him. This was who he was now, and he found himself strangely content with the changes that had taken place.

As Allison reflected on his past, he couldn't help but marvel at how far he had come. Gone was the naive boy who had once dreamt of becoming a hunter, replaced now by someone altogether different. He had shed his former desires and ambitions, embracing instead the role of Ashina's obedient omega. It was a transformation that had not come easily, but one that he had ultimately welcomed with open arms.

He slipped back into bed sliding her cock back into his hole as she prefers to wake up inside Allison.

Turning his gaze back, he watched as Ashina slept peacefully, her presence a constant reminder of his submission. Beside her lay Blair, also lost in slumber, bound to a post as he often was. Allison couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the other omega, knowing that they shared a similar fate at the hands of their Goddess.

As he shifted on the bed, he felt the familiar sensation of Ashina's cock peeing within him, obviously in her sleep. It was a sensation he had grown accustomed to, no longer feeling the anger or resentment that had once consumed him. Instead, he found himself embracing the feeling, knowing that it served a purpose in preparing him for the pleasures that awaited him. Much like  natural enema

And as he lay there, enveloped in the warmth of the bed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. This was his life now, and he had come to accept it fully. He was Ashina's omega, her devoted servant, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Allison smiled softly as she gently stroked her own flaccid cock, a sense of contentment washing over her. It had been some time since she had felt the familiar rush of arousal, her once eager member now dormant and unresponsive. But she didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed the change, knowing that it marked a significant shift in her relationship with her own sexuality.

Gazing down at her now limp penis, Allison couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought her to this point. No longer did she feel the need to assert her dominance or challenge the authority of others, particularly Ashina. She had learned the hard way that resistance only led to further humiliation, and she had no desire to repeat those mistakes.

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