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A few more days passed by, and somehow, Shane was actually feeling kind of good. All things considered.
The medicine was still working, so when she woke up, she was both well rested and far from nauseous. Shane’s body, despite being officially at the two-month pregnancy mark, was still not showing it. And nothing drastic, like a punishment or a new way to feminize him permanently, was happening either!
Was it a gift from the universe for putting him through so much and forcing him to be here playing house? Or was it good karma for treating Ilya like a person when he was upset the other night instead of just making things worse?
Shane didn’t know. Shane didn’t care. She was enjoying how much nicer it was, possibly the nicest it’d been since she’d been forced there. And sure, it’d be a lot nicer if she were just back to her old life, but she was realistic, too. If she waited for that to happen to smile, she was scared she’d never smile again.
She’d been getting away with more, too. After Ilya chickened out of punishing her for her little outburst (at least, that’s how she saw it), she wanted to see what else he’d let slide. The only difference was that she was pregnant now, but maybe that made a big difference to him. Maybe she’d be able to get away with anything she wanted. You know, aside from leaving the house or killing him.
Shane was lying on their bed, letting their toes dry. Yes, she had painted them. No, she hadn’t been forced to. She was just bored. Never mind the old her wouldn’t have done it even if she’d been bored for days, but… whatever.
Her fingernails had been painted too, but they had already dried. She painted them a nice blue color she had found in the drawer, almost indigo in its richness. Shane liked blue, and she thought that her nails looked nice. Maybe she didn’t appreciate it before because of the color. Who knew. She just knew she liked this a lot more.
Would Ilya like it?
Shane quickly snapped out of that. It didn’t matter what Ilya liked. She didn’t even have to pretend it mattered. He was as good as spineless now, unless he wanted to prove a point and make a stand to her. And it’s not like he’d done that in days.
Ilya walked into the room, all sweaty and hot. His face was red, and his glistening chest was heaving, and yeah, it got Shane’s attention from the magazine she was reading. How could it not? Take any straight girl or gay guy and place them in her shoes and watch them do the same. But was Shane the gay guy or the straight girl at this point…. That felt like too much to unpack for her, so she didn’t even question it.
“Hey Ilya….” She spoke up, eyes roaming and mouth dangling open like a slut. “Whatcha doing up here?”
Ilya smiled at her as he ran a hand through his sweaty, curly locks. “Finished my workout.”
“Oh,” Shane said, looking down at her toes briefly, assuming they were dry enough for her to swing her legs out over the edge of the bed, and did so. “And you came to find me?”
“No,” She shook his head a little bit. “Came for shower.”
Shane actually frowned in disappointment at that.
Damn, there was a lot she was ignoring in the name of acting like she was winning things right now, wasn’t there?
“Want some company?” Shane asked, a little shy, but not expecting a rejection. If anything, he expected him to pick her up and carry her in there whether she liked it or not.
Not only did Shane need a shower that day, but she knew that a shower with Ilya could only end in so many ways. And most of them involved her getting cum, squirt, and moan around him like a prayer.
And uh, yeah, she was still really fucking horny all the time. Sue her.
Ilya’s smile bloomed into something that Shane rarely saw. She remembered seeing it when they’d just learned she was pregnant, but maybe that was it. It was quite the showing of bright white teeth and smile lines around his pretty pink lips. Shane felt gooey when it was directed at him.
“Uh, yes, please,” Ilya said, not expecting her to suggest that.
He hadn’t even considered asking her. He saw her there, lying on their bed, looking content, and thought she’d just wanna stay there. He didn’t think she could want what he wanted, especially with how sweaty he was. But she did, and it was a gift.
Shane quickly shimmied out of the workout gear she was still wearing from her morning yoga, including the panties, and stood there ass-naked before she walked over to him and took his hand so he could guide her into the bathroom like a gentleman.
His hand was sweaty from the workout, just like the rest of his body, but if it was possible, it got even sweatier from how enraptured he was to have this gorgeous girl with him, like she wasn’t some girl he kidnapped, but one who he was courting.
He walked them into the bathroom and started the shower up. The water danced from the ceiling down to the tiled floor of the shower, slowly heating up to the temperature they wanted. Ilya took his own clothes off, which were really just some workout shorts and some boxer briefs, and suddenly they were both naked.
When Ilya looked at Shane, she was smiling. Smiling. Just waiting there for him. And it was like every ounce of doubt or worry he ever had had laughed at him for having it. Because how could he ever think this perfect, pretty girl would spend eternity denying him and the family they were making?
Shane silently took her wig off and placed it on the counter where it would be safe.
He took her hand again and helped her step into the shower, ever a gentleman, even if the step into the shower was only about an inch high. He stepped in after her and made a relaxing sound at the water, hitting his sore muscles.
Ilya wanted to start with a bit of soap, considering he’d been working out and probably stank, but Shane was quick to put her hands on him, regardless of it, as well as her mouth.
She was kiss and touch starved, it seemed, even though he kissed her just that morning and they had sex just yesterday morning. She was insatiable, but luckily, he had the stamina to keep up.
The pair stayed there, under the spray, making out for a while before Ilya pulled back and heard Shane actually squeak in her disappointment.
“I promise, I will give you what you want, princess, I just wanna get a little cleaner first,” He said, laughing at how cute her pout was.
Shane continued to pout as Ilya grabbed for the shower gel. She watched him clean himself, like the way his hands moved along his rigid muscles, but that was it. She wasn’t going to admit it, but she was a little bit of a slut for how he smelled when he was all musky and sweaty, and now it was going down the drain.
So Shane chose to be a good girl, aside from the little impatient sighs she let out, and waited for him to get himself to a level of clean he wanted to be before he fucked her up against the shower glass.
Ilya noticed, of course. “You are impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” She asked, stepping closer an inch to grab hold of his half-hard dick. “Have you seen your dick?”
Ilya was in heaven.
And maybe that’s why he decided to play with her and push her buttons instead of just enjoying the worship.
That, or he was just a stupid, horny man who was used to the power he held.
“Have you seen yours?” He smirked. “Is getting even tinier than it was; we will need new cage for it soon.”
Shane frowned, stepping back and letting Ilya’s dick go. Then she looked down at her dick. She didn’t look at it often; it was always in its cage, and it wasn’t like she was ever really allowed to use it. But she looked now, and holy shit, Ilya was right. It was shrinking, and it was shrinking fast.
Suddenly, playing the good girl was off the table. Not only had she been getting away with more shit, which made her less scared to speak up, even in the harsher ways, but she was downright triggered by it. It was her dick! And was this even reversible?! And-and fuck, so much for a happy few days, she was panicked and pissed!
“Don’t say that!” Shane shot back.
“Oh, sorry, my bad,” Shane was stupid enough to have hope he was being sincere before he spoke again. “I meant your clit.”
“It’s not a clit!”
“It sure looks like one,” Ilya said back, like this was some simple conversation and not making Shane’s blood boil.
Her fists were at her sides, balled up, and her face was scrunched in her negative feelings. How dare he?! She knew he’d be like this, but…. She wasn’t sure. Maybe she just forgot. Maybe she really was just stupid. And that was all his fault, too! Because she used to be really, really smart!
“How does this look like a clit?!” Shane scoffed back.
Shane would live to regret those words.
“Let’s see,” Ilya hummed with thought, even though he knew what he was going to say, always the performer. “I have a dick, right?”
Shane just scowled, so it became rhetorical.
“Tell me, Shane, does my dick look anything like your sweet little clit?” He asked her.
Shane’s scowl became a frown as she looked back down at Ilya’s package. It was quite the package. 9 inches, strong girth, and with little details like a slight curve to the right and veins that made Shne’s mouth water.
Shane’s own dick, or clit, was indeed nothing like that. It used to be closer to, but even then, it wasn’t quite. Nobody had a dick quite like Ilya’s, at least nobody Shane had met. And he used to see a lot of dick in the locker room.
“Speak, Shayna,” Ilya demanded, his tone turned harsh for the first time. “Do we really look anything alike down there?”
Shane’s voice was low, but she did speak. “....No.”
“No,” Ilya smiled as he repeated her answer. “So then, tell me, how could you ever think that your clit is a dick?”
“Ilya, that’s not-”
“No,” He stopped her. “We will not argue about this; it is stupid.”
Finally, he was gonna let it go and leave Shane with some dignity, as well as-
“I will just have to teach you.” He finished, shocking Shane.
What did that even mean? Teach her what? That she had a small dick and he had the world’s greatest? Did he live to make her feel bad? Or did he really not see this as anything beyond feminizing and teaching her a real lesson? Did he really think of it as a clit? Would he not be happy until she saw it that way, too?
Sure, they were very different, to the point that Shane was almost ashamed to try and call it a dick, but that didn’t mean it was a clit! Didn’t mean she wanted to call it one for his sake!
“What does that even mean?” She asked him.
All Ilya said was, “Kneel.”
Shane’s mouth opened to argue, so used to it lately, but clearly, he was back on his dictator shit. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted a punishment on top of whatever this was, because this might be a punishment of its own kind too.
Shane slowly got to her knees, watching as Ilya placed both his hands on either side of the shower walls, bracing himself for a moment, or just showing off like some sort of Greek shower God.
Shane looked up, already humiliated by the position he was in, and unfortunately, a bit turned on. What next? What did he want from her?!
“Now, I want you to spend some time getting familiar with what a real man with a real dick is,” He told Shane. “So I will let my sweet girl get close and personal with mine until she is so aware of what a dick is, she never mistakes her cute little clit for one again, okay?”
Shane still wasn’t sure what that meant until one of Ilya’s hands came down to his hair and pushed her face into his crotch.
Oh, fuck.
She loved some time with Ilya’s dick, but the idea of worshipping it in the name of getting to know it was degrading. That wasn’t just sex; that was indeed some way of punishing her and fucking with her brain. All because she said she had a dick.
“You can start with my balls,” He told her, the sound of a smug smile on his lips. “Show them how sorry you are.”
Shane grimaced for a moment, but then moved his head the small amount he could to reach Ilya’s balls. They were huge, with just a light bit of hair on them. They were some really impressive, great balls. And so while physically Shane was all for devouring them, there was still that mental barrier she needed to pass.
Shane forced herself to put her lips on them, lightly grazing with her mouth closed to start, until she started to kiss them, slowly going until the kisses were open-mouth and wet, making noise even over the sounds of the shower.
Ilya let out a small moan and spoke again, “Say it.”
Shane whined, still pressed to them, his lips being tickled by his pubic hair as she spoke. “Say what?”
“Apologize to my balls and my dick for ever even thinking they were anything like your clit.”
Shane didn’t want to do that. It was so fucked, and her knees hurt, and all she could smell was shower gel and balls, and so yeah, she hesitated. But he didn’t have to pull her hair again.
“Say it, Shanushka,” He told her. “Is truth. Don’t insult me.”
“I’m-I’m sorry,” Shane forced herself. “You’re right, y-you have a dick and balls and I…I have a-a-”
Ilya could tell he was struggling so he jumped in to help her. “Tiny…”
“T-tiny…”
“Little…”
“Little….”
“Clit.”
“Clit,” Shane choked out the final word like poison.
“Thank you,” Ilya said. “Now was that so hard?”
Yes.
Shane suddenly just wanted to get back into the silent worship of things. That was somehow the better of the two. Her clit was throbbing in its cage, betraying him, and he moved from his balls to the tip of his dick.
He took the head in and hummed, making Ilya curse above him from the vibrations. Shane wasn’t used to giving head, but he was going to do his best before that was seen as an insult, too.
He pulled out all the stops, going as deep as he could, moaning, and using his tongue all around the sensitive skin he sucked.
“See? Is so good,” Ilya spoke. “And is all because I am a man, and you are my little wife who appreciates having man to suck off, yes?”
Shane nodded, not even fully listening, as he started to discover how much he liked sucking him off.
“Good job,” Ilya told her. “And good sucking, keep going, baby.”
And who was Shane to say no? Ilya wanted him to get his dick so memorized it was basically imprinted on his brain, and in this moment, Shane was trying to do just that, even if it was impossible.
Maybe she used to have a dick, but now, Ilya was right… what she had couldn’t be considered a dick. It was too small and useless. She had a vagina, and she didn’t need a dick to feel good or make him feel good.
She took it too personally. But she was wrong. There was nothing even close to this incredible on her own body. Nothing even close to his dick. How could she have been so blind to think that before? She was always wrong. Ilya was always right.
She didn’t want it to end, but she could feel when she reached up to cup his balls when they drew up. She heard Ilya above her, making the noises he always did when he was close.
Shane put her all into the last little ministrations, trying to get him to cum, so she could feel that too. Finally taste it properly. Her man’s spend, in her, in a whole new, invigorating way that made her shiver.
But then Ilya was pulling her off, and she was frowning.
“Did i do something wrong?” She was quick to ask, ready to fix it and get back to her place around his dick. “I said I was sorry, I meant it, I swear! I wanna suck you, suck your dick like a good girl, please….”
Ilya’s hand moved to stroke his dick, smiling down at her in pity.
“Sweet girl, there you are,” He said, like he’d missed her in the time she’d been playing the brat, or even the reluctant lover. “I missed you.”
Shane whined. She missed him, too. Missed his dick in her mouth already. When was he gonna give it back?
“I wanna try something else, okay?” He spoke.
Shane was still a bit frowny, but she trusted him, so she nodded and just waited. It didn’t take long for Ilya to work his cock enough that he was cumming, right where he wanted to, on her pretty face.
Shane was shocked at first, but then closed her eyes and let herself enjoy it. It wasn’t what she expected, or even wanted, but if it was what Ilya wanted, then so be it. Maybe it was the final part of the lesson. Shane certainly never came like that. Shane squirted.
“See that, sweetie?” He asked her. “Is for you.”
She opened her eyes in time to see him swipe some off her face and onto his finger. Then he pressed it to her lips, waiting for her to open. She did so easily, sucking on his finger and taking in the mix of cum and shower water with a hum of contentment. It tasted good.
“Next time, if you really want, Il let you swallow,” He told her as she continued to suck. “We can have so much fun with my cum now that you don’t need it to get pregnant.”
Shane continued to suck the finger long after it was free of its cum. Even sucking on the finger was closer to a dick than her clit. She needed to remember that.
A part of her still wanted to cry angry tears and throw a fit that she had a dick, and that if he doubted that it was because he had done this to her, and that she was a man, and it wasn’t fair, and blah blah blah.
But even imagining that was tiresome. Ilya always made it so much easier to just melt and accept things. Like right now, when he had her in the perfect form of submission from being a brat just moments ago.
Fighting was clearly only easy when Ilya made that the case. She hadn’t had more power; she’d been given more power. And that illusion made her delusional.
She had a place here, whether she liked it or not. And the place that Ilya wanted her in was being his girl. And girls, at least his girl, weren’t allowed to have dicks.