Condesce/John, forcedfem wip

Condesce/John, forcedfem wip

	Nervously, John cleared his throat, unsure of exactly what he was supposed to do now. Although he had managed to outrun his sister for a while, he had slipped up and stuck around one place too long. Jade had been there within seconds, grabbing onto him and zapping away in a flash of nauseating neon green and yellow. Dropping him off in a cramped but decorated room, she gave a pleased bark before disappearing in another flash of bright green guardian power. John glanced around the room; a small table with two chairs, a wardrobe, and a vanity were the only pieces of furniture, each colored in shades of pink and yellow and speckled with floral patterns. One end of the room appeared to have an opening, however there was no handle or knob and it seemed impossible to open from the inside. With nothing more to be done, John plopped himself down in one of the uncomfortable chairs, leaning his elbow on the table while he pondered what to do.

	He had barely gotten comfortable when the sound of the door sliding open brought his eyes towards it and he stood up immediately, arms raising to a defensive position as he regarded the woman in the entrance way. Whoever she was, she was definitely a troll; the candy-corn horns and grey skin stuck out like a sore thumb, even in the low lighting of the room. John eyed her up and down for a moment, hands holding steady as she approached him. She stopped a few feet away, batting away his raised fists to stroke his cheek gently with the back of her hand.

	“...what are you doing?” His lips tightened into a grimace, the sound of her bracelets jingling stopping suddenly as she paused. A finely shaped eyebrow quirked, her fuchsia colored lips pushing out into a pout

	“john you sucka, don’t you rememba ya own mama?” She only pulled her hand back after she had spoken, her eyebrows furrowing when John shook his head. The annoyance only lasted a moment and once again the coy smile that she had entered the room with returned. Shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, the empress jabbed one of her sharp finger nails into the shorter boy’s chest.

	"whale shit, guess i'll have to show you how a good guppy acts." Brushing past him, Condy walked towards the closet, hips swaying and drawing John’s eye to her round backside. The wetsuit she wore clung to her figure indecently, stretched tight across her ass and making it so that John could see every movement of the fleshy cheeks. When she reached the wardrobe, she wasted no time in throwing open the double doors, gesturing towards the wide array of lacy, fanciful dresses and high-heeled shoes. Balking at the sight, John rapidly shook his head, backing up towards the door. He refused, absolutely, to indulge this crazy alien woman’s fantasies. Her once eager look souring, Condesce let her voice lower, her tone disgustingly pleasant despite the malice behind them.

	“john you listen to yo mama right now or i’ll skin yo hide child do not get me started!” Closing her hand into a tight fist and shaking it threateningly, she growling out another threat in the same artificially sweet tone of voice.

	“if you don’t do what I say, i’ll have to get bitch gurl to do another errand and I promise it won’t be betta than this.” Her eyes were narrowed but her voice was steady, so much so John almost thought she was bluffing. Still, the last thing he wanted was for any of the others to get caught up in this, and he still needed to figure out a way to fix Jade. Shoulders sagging in defeat, John lowered his head.

	“fine. i’ll do it.” He dropped his hands to his sides and began shuffling towards the buxom troll. Stopping a few feet away, he kept his head facing the light pink carpet, refusing to meet Condesce’s gaze. She clicked her tongue a few times before casually ordering him to strip. Though he reached for the edge of his shirt, he hesitated, hands gripping the material tightly while stalling for time. He could see her right foot slowly begin to tap, the sound of a low but feminine growl making up for the muffled pattering of her shoe. Gritting out another hoarse ‘fine’, John roughly yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground in a crumpled heap. His breath was coming out in unsteady gasps, his hands starting to shake as they approached the waistband of his pajama pants.

	“buoy if you don’t get on with it!” She raised her hand as if to strike him and John hurriedly shucked his pants down to his ankles, trying to cover his crotch while he stepped out of his bottoms. Her hand lowered and a grin graced her features, fuchsia lips parting to reveal sharp teeth. Kicking aside his pants, John kept his hands firmly over his crotch, trembling as the Condesce looked him up and down. She murmured something to herself and began to slowly circle around him, pausing to give an approving hum as she eyed his bare ass. She gave it a light slap, watching with glee as her son yelped, jumping in shock. Continuing on, she finished her cursory examination with a light 'tsk'.

	Watching in a tense silence, John kept his eyes trained on his captor. She paid his gaze no mind, however, as she began to sort through clothing. Shivering as he waited, John tried his best to keep from appearing too frightened. It only took a few minutes for her to turn back to face John, holding in her gray hands a light blue piece of fabric. Confusion set in only to be replaced near immediately by realization and John could feel the color draining from his face.

	“you can’t be serious! those are for girls!!” His eyebrows furrowed as Condesce advanced towards him, holding out the ruffled underwear like a menacing weapon. The woman rolled her eyes; he was resisting an awful lot but he still hadn’t made a move to strike her so he at least knew his place.

	"gurl shut the fuck up and put on these cuteass panties before i bust yo' ass," Bending down with panties in hand, Condesce allowed John to shakily step into them before tugging them up. The material was softer than he expected, clinging to his ass and bulging slightly in the front where his dick was stuffed. Snapping the waistband into place, Condy returned to the wardrobe, shuffling through the clothes for a moment before returning with an armful of material.

	Stubbornly keeping his arms crossed over his chest, Condesce let out a low sigh. Digging her long nails into the flesh of his forearm, she hissed in his ear, whispering that she still had Jade at her beck and call and she was more than willing to put her to use. He bit back a swear and jerkily uncrossed his arms, raising them above his head with his eyes boring straight ahead. Straightening out her back, Condesce began pulling her chosen dress over his head. Periwinkle fabric, cool and soft, brushed against his skin and as his head popped out of the top John couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued. He’d caught himself before thinking, only once or twice of course, about what it would feel like to try on one of Jade’s old outfits now that she wore her God Tier clothes constantly. Jade always looked so pretty in her skirts and dresses and they were siblings after all so… maybe perhaps he’d look just as pretty? As she finished tugging the dress down, John could feel himself blushing

	Sitting him down in front of the vanity, Condesce gleefully began to mess with the multiple boxes and tubes scattered across the off-white desktop. Turning John around so he faced away from the mirror, she bent down to begin applying foundation to his face. Gritting his teeth, John tried to focus on anything other than the torture he was enduring, eyes wandering around the room only to rest upon the breasts nearly shoved into his face.

	Glancing at himself in the mirror, his eyes widened in surprise. She had carefully crafted his already soft features into a delicate, feminine visage. His eyes seemed wider, doe-like with pretty pastel eye shadow and dark eyeliner accentuating his features. A faint, pink blush was spread across his cheeks, his own natural flush only serving to darken it, and his lips seemed even thicker, painted an off-red color and glossed until shiny. He looked far more than just feminine, he looked like a girl; if he didn’t know he was looking in a mirror he’d say he was staring at a short-haired Jade. The way his lashes fanned out and his lips curved in a small ‘o’ shape, the way the front of his dress slopped so as to give the allusion of a bit of breast…he was absolutely breath-taking. Hand rising to shyly finger the collar of his dress, John could feel his heart beating faster. His tongue darted out to brush across his lips and it looked, uncomfortably so, like a young lady coyly teasing him in the mirror. He could feel his dick growing hard, pressing against the soft panties he had been forced into. John closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of himself and desperately trying to will away his throbbing erection. They didn’t stay closed for long, flying open when a pair of smooth, warm hands flitted down his chest and rested in his lap, atop where his cock was tenting the dress.

	"haha oh my fuckin cod are you searious right now? you got a fuckin boner?" Her laugh was high pitched and shrill, ringing in his ears and making the blood rush to his cheeks. Standing up abruptly, John turned to face the laughing empress, ass bumping into the vanity and knocking aside several bottles. Embarrassed, he tugged the hem of his dress down to his knees, trying to hide the way his panties and dress protruded forward. “good gills don’t get boners. tha fuck we gonna do about this, huh?” She reached for his wrists, wrapping her thin fingers around them and yanking upwards so that he was pulling his own dress up. Flushing hotly, John could feel the cool air on his lower half, his knees knocking together awkwardly as he unwillingly flashed the older woman. His dick was straining against the pastel blue material of his lacey underwear, the tip sticking out of the top embarrassingly.

	Under her scrutinizing gaze, John could feel his pulse racing. His cock twitched and a bit a pre-cum leaked from the tip. He squirmed, his wrists starting to ache where her nails were digging in.

	Sitting down on the chair, Condesce curled her finger, gesturing John towards her. Swallowing audibly, he complied, gingerly making his way towards her; the sound of his stockings rubbing together as he walked making up the only noise in the room. When he was standing before her, she lowered her voice and whispered a command for him to lay across her lap, tapping her thighs with her long nails. Though uncertainty was evident on his soft features, John nodded. Good girls listened to their mother and John wanted desperately for Condesce to call him her good girl. Climbing on top of her, the heir maneuvered himself to lay across the woman’s lap, head and legs dangling off the edges and his dick uncomfortably crushed between his belly and her legs, John anxiously awaited the Condesce’s next move. Because of his position, he had to rely on senses other than sight to figure out what she was doing; he could hear the jingling of her jewelry as she moved, feel her hands sliding up his legs. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as she trailed her nails along the stocking covered skin, stopping at the hem of his dress. She only paused for a moment before he could feel cool air of his backside; she had lifted the bottom of the dress, exposing him, and was rubbing her palm against him. She squeezed and groped each cheek, and more than once John found himself trying to hold back a moan.

	Dumping him unceremoniously onto the floor, Condesce rose from the seat. She glanced downwards towards John, who sat with his hands in his lap, blushing fiercely and fidgeting nervously. Rolling her eyes she ordered him to stand, but his movements were too slow and clumsy and she grew impatient. Bending down she grabbed his arm and yanked him up.

	Her palm pressed hard against John’s crotch, rubbing him through the silky material of his panties. He gasped, hips bucking and immediately she was digging the nails of her other hand into his shoulder.

	“good gills don’t move their hips without permission,” Wincing, John tried to steady his hips but her hand pressed harder against him. Slipping her hand inside the waistband of his panties, Condesce let her lips curve into a wicked grin. She ran her nails along the length of his cock, feeling the veins pulse and watching with glee as John’s eyes screwed shut. When she wrapped her thin fingers around him, he took a sharp breath, eyes flying open to see the look of feigned innocence on the troll’s face.

	He placed both hands in front of him, gripping the seat of the chair and biting his lip in preparation. Holding his hips steady with one hand, Condesce let her lubed finger rub gentle rings around his anus before roughly shoving two fingers into him at once. He sucked in a breath, clenching around her fingers in surprise, and felt his knees buckle.

	Pulling her fingers out quickly, John forced back a saddened groan. He could feel his hips shifting from side to side, begging for the insertion to return. Instead of the point of Condesce’s finger nail pressed against his opening, however, he felt something far firmer. A shiver ran down his spine be he kept from tensing up; he was too much of a good girl to do something like that, of course. Instead he eagerly bucked back against the dildo.

	“dat’s mama sweet girl,” Wiping her hand on John’s dress, she happily smeared the front with his still sticky cum. Giving him a light pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek, she stood up straight and made her way towards the exit. “try to clean yoself up young lady, we got a long day.”