Lunar Gooner

 Lunar Gooner


The moon amulet nestled perfectly around my neck. It was incredible to see how it had changed me. The bulky muscle I'd once possessed had gone, replaced by toned feminine skin and an athletic build. I was now smaller, with a slender girlier shape and swaying hips. I looked like I had always been a girl.

My formerly cross cropped hair was now a silky blonde wave down my back and my jutting jawline and harsher features had become softened and sexier. I was fucking hot and I liked it.

I tossed my hair back, a gesture I'd watched girls do millions of times, but never thought I'd be replicating. My dress was short, my nails red, my skin smelt of Chanel. I had MAC lipstick and mascara on. Once I wouldn't have even known what those things were.

In short I was a fucking babe and I loved it.

I didn't miss my masculinity at all. The moon medallion had taken time to rid me of my maleness, but the day I woke up to find my dick was finally gone had been the happiest of my life.

I was finally free of the disgusting addictions that had ruled my life for the last few years. The urgent need to jerk my cock and goon to porn was gone. This was why I had wanted to wear the amulet. Once I was female I thought I'd be free.

But I thought wrong.

It only took me a couple of hours to learn that my new pussy felt even better to touch than my cock. Soon I was urgently finger-fucking my tight cunt and moaning like a little slut.

After that my descent was rapid...

Porn... endless porn. Watching big massive cocks pistoning into tiny tight pussies. White girls getting stretched out by massive black cocks... butt plugs, cum shots, latex and squirting.

I would lie in my room playing with myself, groaning like a little bitch as I fell deeper and deeper into addiction. Being a goonette felt even better than being a gooner.

I lived for porn now and as a girl I could BE porn. This body was even better for depravity. This life could give me everything my wicked young mind could crave.

The next day at school I found the hottest boy I could. I told him I wanted to suck his cock and his friends cock. I told him I wanted to be his dirty cum slut.

I'd never sucked dick before but I knew I could do it just as good as the girls in the videos. I could be a little porn whore, just like them.

"Fuck my slutty mouth and use me," I moaned happily as the boys took turns to use me and I drank their cum like it was fine wine.

After that it was only a short journey to being the biggest slut at school. Boys would fuck my tight pussy and ram their cocks into my ass. I would encourage them to use me, to cheat on their girlfriends and satisfy themselves deep within my body.

I got fucked daily and when I wasn't fucking I was busy playing with sex toys or watching or recording porn. I lived the goonette life style now and there was no going back.

I loved my lunar medallion - but it had just made me worse than ever. Not that I cared about that anymore...

Being depraved just felt so fucking good.

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