Pulp Feminization!: A femdom look at men who want to be women! by Grace Mansfield

Author:Grace Mansfield [Mansfield, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Gropper Press
Published: 2022-11-08T00:00:00+00:00

In the basement of the laboratory building Lingi Ping Po read the email and trembled.

She had failed. Winston was about to make his breakthrough discoveries and she had had nothing to do with it. She had to be involved with Winston’s break through. If she wasn’t…her family would be sent back to the fields.

And she would be returned to the military, where she would have to fuck fat generals and hope for a promotion.

Her fists clamped tightly, she walked up the stairs and headed for Winston’s lab.

Winston was bent over a table, trying to figure out what the fuck you formula meant. in the back of his mind he thought it had something to do with increasing IQ, but that made no sense.

And all the fantastical algorithms of days gone by were like so much mist, disappearing under the hard sun of truth.

What did it all mean? It had all been crystal clear before…but now…crystal…crystal…he remembered holding a crystal ball, and then…and then…

Lingi Ping Po walked across the lab floor. She made no noise because she didn’t want Winston to see her coming. She was going to wring the truth out of him.

Winston stared at the window, there were beakers and bunsen burners on the counters around him. There were charts and microscopes, and it had all been aimed at something that no longer made sense, that no longer…

“Hello, Win-stone,” Lingi Ping said as she pulled up his dress and stuck her thumb right where the sun didn’t shine.

Winstone screeched and went up on his toes, then he realized something. Her thumb felt good!

“I want to know what you’re doing here, Win-stone! She reamed his rectum with her thumb and he groaned, and his ass started pressing back. He had not felt any sexual pleasure for months, his dick just hung down uselessly. But now he was feeling the sex. Now he was having reactions of the anal kind. He was enjoying his first encounter with pleasure in many, long months.

Lingi Ping rammed her thumb in and out. She could feel his prostate bump. She reached around and grabbed his limp dick. Now she had him ‘spitted.’ One hand on his penis and the other hand, or thumb, up his heinie. She began to move her hands back and forth.

Winston began whining helplessly. He had always wanted sex and never gotten it, and now it was like he was getting the best of both worlds, bot the male and the female worlds.

Lingi Ping moved her hands back and forth, and Winston’s balls slapped back and forth.

“Oh…my…God!” yelled Winston.

“You tell me now!” yelled Lingi Piing Po. “You tell me or else!”

Fauci walked into the laboratory. His mouth opened in shock, his eyes opened in wonder. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Winston had a dick!

Technically, he had known this. He had read the state sponsored reports.

But…he had never seen it, and Winston always presented as a she or a her, but never a he or an it.

“You tell me now!” screeched Lingi Ping, shaking the poor capitalist between her fists.

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