New Job

A few days had passed since the day I was used by all of those women.

I was so afraid to leave my house, I simply did not. That was until I received a phone call from my supposed job, telling me that I was late to work.

I guess when I was transferred into this world, I was given everything I needed to live. Some money, a home, and a job.

Not wanting to lose my job, I quickly got dressed and walked out of my apartment. This time, however, I was prepared.

You see, I'm a pretty skinny guy and I'm only 5'7" so from behind I could probably pass for being a skinny chick. So I wore an oversized hoodie with the hood on with sunglasses and headed straight for the Daily Bugle.

As I walked, I noticed that my disguise seemed to not be working too well. Sure it would throw them off for a second, but then I'd notice them all sniffing the air like freaks before their eyes would lock onto me.

Most girls would laugh and point at me, having seen the video that surfaced of me getting taken advantage of by all those girls. Others looked at me as if they wanted to recreate it with me

Luckily, stuff like that was still illegal, so as long as I stayed in public, I didn't have to worry too much about that.

Before long, I ended up inside of the Daily Bugle's office, and upon entry, the entire place went dead silent. "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT SISSY!" A stern woman's voice came from one of the back offices, prompting me to rush over.

As I entered, I found myself in front of a woman with grey hair, maybe in her sixties, with huge tits bulging out of her white button up shirt. Her name tag read 'J. Joanna Jameson', which I thought was odd.

"Good Morning, Ms. Jameson! Sorry I'm late." I apologized, but she wasn't hearing it. "Bring your ass over here!" She ordered me. Like an obedient dog, I walked myself over to her desk, only for her to grab me by the tie and yank me down to her level.

"Listen here, pussyboy. If you're EVER late again, I'll do what those ladies did to you in that video tenfold. Got it?" As she yelled at me, I could feel my penis pressing up against my pants. I don't know why, but her speaking to me in such a degrading way was turning me on.

I didn't necessarily enjoy being raped, but at the same time, I can't say that my body didn't love the way it felt having girlcock forcibly ramming my insides.

It was horrifying to me, yet intriguing.

God I'm sick.

"Yes ma'am, I don't do it again." I told her, though my voice could barely escape through my throat that was being choked.

As I apologized, I could hear footsteps approaching me from behind, high heels. I turned my head to see a woman who looked exactly like Jessica Drew. Brown hair, insanely sexy figure, pretty face, and all. However, her name tag said Petra Parker on it.

It was at this moment that I realized the reality of the situation. I was in a world of all women, one where the male characters were genderbent into female versions of themselves.

It made sense. Jessica Drew is a clone of Peter Parker, so the female version of himself would look just like her.

As soon as she entered the room, I could feel everything around me start to shift. She then started sniffing the air before grinning at me like a fucking Devil. "Oh, Parker. Good Morning!" Jameson spoke so politely and it threw me off. Why would she be polite to a Parker? What happened next would be even more odd.

"Don't care. Here's some more pics of Spider-Woman. I'd like my pay direct deposit by noon." Petra spoke with such confidence as she slammed the photos on the desk, grabbing a handful of my ass with the other hand.

"And who might you be?" Petra asked me in a seductive voice as she sniffed my neck and gave it a lick. "You're that man thing who let himself get raped on camera." Petra laughed before sliding her hand downward to grab my balls, nearly popping them with her grip.

"Y- yeah." I stammered. I couldn't even introduce myself at that point. My dick started to pulsate due to the absolute goddess touching me in such a way. "Do you like getting used?" She asked me. "You're really hard."

I said nothing as she started stroking me through my pants. "I'm taking this one with me, Jameson." she whispered as she gripped me by the balls and started dragging me away.

I could say no to her. How could I? She was so hot and those tits pressing up against her shirt and blazer had me hypnotized.

As she dragged me through the office, all of the other girls looked on with wanting eyes, though none would join us. It was as if they were afraid of her.

Before long, the two of us ended up inside of the bathroom of the office. She grabbed me by the collar and pressed me up against a wall using her superhuman strength before locking lips with me, moaning in my mouth as she did so.

Petra then unlocked her lips from mine and looked me in the eye with the eyes of a killer. "You're going to be the first man I've ever been with. Either you participate… which I believe would be much more fun. Or you can try and fight it. However…"

"I don't think you're gonna be able to stop me. So what'll it be?" she asked me.

"Well… you said it yourself. There's no stopping you, right?" I told her, pretending as if I didn't want her just as bad as she wanted me.

"Good boy." She told me as she slowly leaned into me and locked lips with me once again.