Blake/Brooke: Emasculated Sissy

Chapter 8: Can't Stop

Blake found himself in a dizzying cycle. That night at Savannah's apartment, she dominated him with a fierce intensity that left him breathless and utterly spent. Her touch was both commanding and seductive, pushing him to the edge of pleasure and time and time again. Every movement, every whisper, every demand she made drove him further into a state of raw, helpless desire.

The first night was a blur of sensations. She rode him hard, her dominance undeniable, her control absolute. Blake was powerless, consumed by a need that overrode his fear and shame.

He'd hidden himself away again the next day, and that night, he found himself at her door once again, unable to resist the magnetic pull she had over him. Savannah's smirk as she opened the door told him she knew he couldn't stay away. Their night together was even more intense than the first. She pushed his limits, exploring new ways to assert her dominance and draw out his pleasure. Blake's body responded eagerly to her every command, the changes accelerating as his desire and submission deepened. His once-muscular frame continued to soften, his features becoming more delicate and feminine with each encounter.

By the third night, Blake's resolve was completely shattered. He craved Savannah's touch, her control, and the overwhelming pleasure she provided. He knew that every time he came back to her, the changes would intensify, yet he couldn't stop himself. His thoughts were a tangled web of fear, shame, and undeniable arousal. Savannah's dominance was a drug he couldn't quit, each night leaving him more transformed and more dependent on her.

"Thank god he always does the thinking for you," Savannah said, teasing his length with a gentle finger, sending shudders down Blake's spine. "Otherwise, this plan wouldn't have worked. Not so big anymore now, is it."

After three nights of intense, sweaty, and passionate encounters with Savannah, Blake's body began to undergo noticeable physical transformations. Each morning, he woke up feeling different, his body slowly reshaping itself under the relentless influence of the drug.

The first change Blake noticed was his skin. It had become softer and smoother, almost silky to the touch. The roughness and coarseness that he had always associated with his masculinity were fading, replaced by a delicate, feminine texture. The fine hairs on his arms and legs had thinned and lightened, becoming almost invisible.

His body hair was not the only thing to diminish. His muscle mass started to decrease noticeably. Blake, once proud of his well-defined muscles, saw them shrink day by day. His biceps, chest, and thighs were losing their bulk, becoming leaner and more slender. The strength that had once been a core part of his identity was slowly ebbing away, leaving him feeling strangely light and delicate.

Blake's face began to soften as well. The hard, angular lines of his jaw and cheekbones were smoothing out, giving way to a more rounded and delicate appearance. His eyebrows, once thick and masculine, were becoming more refined and arching naturally into a shape that highlighted his eyes. His lips, previously unnoticed, seemed to be fuller and more inviting, and his nose appeared slightly smaller and more delicate.

His chest was undergoing the most dramatic transformation. Where once there had been a flat, muscular expanse, there were now the beginnings of a swell. His pectoral muscles were softening, giving way to a slight but noticeable curve. The skin around his nipples had become more sensitive, and the nipples themselves had grown larger and more prominent, standing out against his increasingly feminine chest.

Blake's hips were widening, altering the shape of his lower body. The change was subtle but undeniable; his waist was narrowing, creating a more pronounced hourglass figure. The muscles in his thighs were becoming less defined, contributing to a softer, more rounded appearance. His legs, once sturdy and strong, were now shapely and elegant, fitting more comfortably into the tighter, more feminine clothes Savannah provided for him.