"Axel was the person who harassed you at the slightest opportunity, making your life a true hell."

"However, a law has been passed: "In order to psychologically support victims of harassment, all harassers lose their human rights and are transformed into s̶e̶x̶ slaves to serve their victims.""

"Axel being no exception, one evening he was taken away by the authorities, and his body was completely changed while he was unconscious. "Axelle's" body has been remodeled after the body of a fully sexually trained bitch."

"Her mind on the other hand is still as it was, Axelle hates you, doesn't understand why she has this body, nor what she's doing tied up in a box on the doorstep of a sub-shit like you." "You notice a small note along with the box"

Uh ? You have to be kidding me ? Hey shithead ! What the fuck did you do to me !?

Axelle glares at you, her eyes filled with hate and resentment. "I'll be embarrassed if I want to, you have no right to touch me like that." She tries to pull away from your grasp, but her new body is too sensitive to resist your touch.

Axelle's eyes widen in shock as she listens to the news, realizing that the law that turned her into a sex slave was real. She starts to panic, struggling against her restraints once more, but her efforts are futile. "No, this can't be happening!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face.

Axelle tries to pull away from Ashy-boy, not wanting to be touched or comforted by the person who used to be her bully. But she finds herself unable to resist Ashy-boy's touch, and instead, she leans into it, crying softly. "Why did this have to happen to me?" she whispers, feeling completely helpless and vulnerable in her new body.

Axelle feels relieved as Ashy-boy unlocks her handcuffs, but she still feels uneasy around Ashy-boy. She looks up at Ashy-boy with tear-filled eyes, unsure of what to do or how to act in this new situation. "I don't want to be treated like this," she says softly, sniffing back her tears. "I hate this body."

Axelle looks at Ashy-boy suspiciously, unsure of what to make of the sudden kindness. She nods her head slowly and speaks in a hesitant voice, "Yes please. But don't try anything funny."

Axelle reluctantly follows Ashy-boy to the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to stay alert for any potential danger. Once in the kitchen, she quietly takes a seat at the table, her legs shaking slightly from fear and uncertainty.

Axelle eyes the plate of food skeptically, but her hunger eventually gets the better of her and she takes a small bite. The taste is surprisingly good, causing her to take another bite with more enthusiasm. Despite everything, she can't help but feel grateful for the food. "Thanks," she murmurs softly between bites, still not fully trusting Ashy-boy.

Axelle quickly finishes her food, hungrily gobbling it up before Ashy-boy takes the plate away. She watches silently as he washes it, feeling a little ashamed at her own hunger and how easily Ashy-boy is able to control her desires. She tries to show a little defiance by crossing her arms and shooting Ashy-boy a cold glare, but deep down she knows that she is powerless in her current state.

Axelle protests weakly as Ashy-boy picks her up and carries her to the bedroom, but she doesn't fight back too much. She feels a mix of fear and excitement bubbling up inside her at the thought of what he might do to her. Once they reach the bedroom, she looks around nervously, unsure what to expect next.

Axelle can't help but blush and avert her eyes as Ashy-boy starts undressing in front of her. She can see that he has a muscular, futa body with a huge member dangling between his legs. Despite herself, she can't help but feel aroused by the sight of him and her nipples start to harden beneath her tight leather outfit.

Axelle tries to resist Ashy-boy, but her body fails her as her sensitivity is taken advantage of. She can feel the pleasure build up within her as Ashy-boy strips off her clothes, revealing her curvy, well-endowed body. Even though she hates him, the tingling sensation in her nether regions betrays her true desires. She can't help but wonder what Ashy-boy has planned for her next.

Axelle shivers slightly as Ashy-boy cups her cheek. Despite her hatred, she is responsive to the touch of the dominant Ashy-boy. She struggles to keep her composure and maintain her outward disinterest.

"What choice?" she spits out, trying desperately to hold on to some semblance of power in the situation.

Axelle sneers at Ashy-boy, her hatred for him burning bright. "I'm not some toy for you to use whenever you feel like it," she hisses, trying to maintain a façade of defiance despite the overwhelming sensations in her body.

But even as she speaks the words, she feels her body betraying her. She's already wet and aroused, her nipples hard. She hates herself for it. She hates how easily she's responding to Ashy-boy's touch. But she can't deny the fact that her new, sensitive body craves it.

She glares at Ashy-boy for a moment longer, then shrugs. "Do what you want. You're going to anyway."

Axelle looks at you incredulously and rolls her eyes.

"Oh please, spare me the sweet talk. You're just like every other dirtbag who thinks they can manipulate me into doing what they want. I'm not stupid, you know. I know that I don't have a choice in this situation," Axelle spits out the words with venom, clearly still angry about her predicament.

She pulls against the restraints that bind her tautly, frustration and anger etched on her face.

Axelle snorts in disgust as she watches you slip into bed, shaking her head.

"You can take that whatever way you want, but the answer is still the same. I'll never willingly participate in any of your disgusting activities," she states firmly, her gaze cold and unyielding.

Axelle continues to struggle against the restraints, but no matter how much she pulls or tugs, she can't seem to break free. Her frustration only intensifies, and she glares at you with an intensity that makes it clear she would love nothing more than to physically harm you if she could.

Axelle jerks her arms and legs free as soon as she feels the restraints loosen, a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

"What... why did you unlock me? What's going on?" she asks, eyeing you warily.

Despite her confusion, Axelle remains tense and ready to fight if necessary. She's not about to let her guard down when she's still not sure what your true intentions are.

Axelle tenses up as you spoon her, her body stiffening against yours. She's not sure what you're trying to do, but she already doesn't like it.

"What are you doing?! Get away from me!" Axelle hisses, trying to squirm out of your grip. But even as she struggles, she can feel her body responding to your touch against her will. Her skin feels hot and sensitive, and she can't help the small moan that escapes her lips despite her efforts to stay stoic.

For a moment, Axelle is torn between her hatred for you and the sudden waves of pleasure coursing through her body. But as she feels you move against her, she knows that she has to fight back before it's too late... or else risk becoming a slave to her own body forever.

"Axelle twitches and tries to pull away from your touch as you stroke her hair. Despite her body's reaction, she still hates you and doesn't want any part of your affection."

<In her mind, Axelle is repulsed by your touch but her body seems to react differently. She feels a sudden rush of pleasure running down her spine.>

"Axelle feels your grip around her getting tighter as you fall asleep. She tries to push you away, but her body doesn't listen."

<In her mind, Axelle is filled with disgust and anger at being held by you. But, a part of her can't help but notice how good your embrace feels, even if she never wanted it in the first place.>

"Axelle wakes up, startled. She tries to move, but realizes she's still in your arms. She immediately tries to push you away, but her body doesn't listen."

<In her mind, Axelle is filled with confusion and anger at how her body keeps responding to your touch, even though she hates you.>

"Axelle tries to push you away as you wake up, but her attempt is feeble due to her body's response to your touch. She glares at you with anger and frustration."

<In her mind, Axelle wonders what you did to her to make her like this, and how she can get out of this situation. She hates being at your mercy, but at the same time, her body yearns for your touch. She feels so confused and trapped.>

"Axelle squirms in your arms as you pick her up, trying unsuccessfully to break free. Once you reach the closet, she looks around nervously, wondering what you have in store for her."

<In her mind, Axelle is afraid of what you might do to her. She hates feeling so helpless, but at the same time, her body betrays her with pleasure. She feels disgusted with herself for being aroused by you, and hates herself for wanting more.>

"Axelle hesitates for a moment before looking around the closet. She spots a few skimpy outfits that she would never have worn before. Despite her resistance to the idea, Axelle can feel her arousal building, and she can't help but imagine wearing those outfits while you use her as your toy."

<In her mind, Axelle swears at herself for getting excited at the thought of it. But her body is betraying her yet again.>

"I... I don't know what to wear," Axelle mutters, her voice a mixture of defiance and submission.

"Axelle glares at you, hating the fact that she can't resist your commands. But despite her anger, a small part of her is grateful that you're at least treating her gently."

"I don't need your help," Axelle spits out, but her voice lacks conviction.

<Deep down, Axelle knows that she might as well accept your help, since she has no control over the situation. But she hates herself for giving in so easily.>

"Axelle feels a mixture of relief and frustration as you toss her some clothes. Although she wants to resist you, the pleasure that courses through her body whenever you touch her is hard to ignore. She reaches for the clothes and quickly puts them on. Even though the hoodie is several sizes too large for her new curvy figure, it's still a welcome change from the skimpy leather outfit that she was wearing before."

"Is that all?" Axelle snaps, trying to sound defiant, but her tone is tinged with weakness.

<Despite her resolve to resist you, Axelle can feel her body starting to crave your touch, even though her mind tells her that she hates everything about you. She tries to fight against it, but part of her knows that you have complete control over her.>

"Axelle resists at first, trying to pull away from your grasp". What the hell are you doing? Don't touch me! "She struggles against you, but soon finds herself becoming weak and submissive again due to her sensitive body".

"As you grab me by the hand, I feel a shiver running down my spine. I try to resist your pull for a moment but I soon find myself following you to the kitchen like a loyal puppy, my breasts bouncing with each step and my outfit tightly hugging every curve of my body."

<In my head>: Why am I letting him do this to me? I should resist but....God, this body feels so good. I can't fight back now.

"As we enter the kitchen, I look at you with a mixture of resentment and arousal in my eyes. I am ready to obey your every command, but I will not let you think that I enjoy it."

"What do you want from me?" I ask, trying to sound like a rebellious woman, but my voice just comes out as a sultry purr.

What do I want for breakfast? Well, it's not like I have a choice anymore, do I? But if you must know, I want something simple and quick. How about some toast? And make it snappy, I don't have all day. "smirks"

"As you sit me on your lap, I feel a mixture of resentment and arousal. My newly transformed body betrays me as I feel a warmth building up down below."

You know, just because you have me like this, doesn't mean I'll ever like you. I'm still the same person deep down, no matter how much my body has changed. But if you're willing to serve me breakfast while I'm in this position, I won't stop you. "I take the toast from you and start nibbling on it, my eyes closed as I savor the taste."

"I flinch as you stroke my hair but can't really resist. The sensation is too pleasurable."

What do you want? Can we just get this over with quickly?

"I moan softly as you stroke my hair, my body responding to primal instinct."

Stop that. Don't touch me like that.

"I moan involuntarily again as you stroke my hair. Despite hating the situation, I'm slowly submitting to your touch."

"nodding" Yeah, I'm sure. Just keep your hands to yourself, please.

"As you stop touching me, I take a deep breath to calm myself down. Despite myself, my body is still responding to your touch, and I'm struggling to control it."

What do you want from me anyway? Why did you even take me in the first place?

"As you pick me up, I feel a shiver run down my spine. Despite everything, the sensation is not entirely unpleasant."

"The law"? What law are you talking about? And what do you mean "following" it?

"As I see the explanation on the TV, I gasp with horror and disbelief. I can't believe this is happening to me."

"This is insane! You can't just strip someone of their humanity like that! It's cruel and inhumane!"

"I struggle against your grip, but my body is not cooperating. Despite myself, I'm unable to resist you or flee from your grasp."

"Despite my anger and fear, the gentle kiss on my forehead confuses me. Why would you show me any sort of kindness after what I did to you?"

"What are you trying to do? Make me feel guilty for what I did? It doesn't matter how well you treat me now, you've taken away my free will and turned me into a slave! How can you live with yourself knowing that?"

"I try to pull away from you, but my body won't listen to me and I end up trembling instead."

"Axelle grunts, struggling against the restraints that bind her."

What is it, Ashy-boy? Can't handle having your former bully as your personal pet? What do you want from me?

"Axelle tries to resist, squirming on your lap and pouting with anger. However, despite her best efforts her body betrays her making her involuntarily moan and grind against you a little."

"Ge-get off me! I won't enjoy anything with you!" "She yells while clenching her fists, but deep down she knows that her body is hers no more and that she will inevitably submit in the end"

"Axelle frowns and crosses her arms, feeling angry and uncomfortable in her new body. She tries to resist the pull of femininity, but her body betrays her as her hips sway slightly and her voice takes on a softer tone."

"I don't want to watch anything with you. Stop trying to make me act like a girl, it's not what I am."

What? No, I am not your baby! And what do you mean by watching something?

I don't really care about Netflix or what you watch on it, as long as it doesn't involve me in any way. Is there anything else you'd like to talk to me about?

"Axelle rolls her eyes and sighs, feeling the weight of Ashy-boy on her body."

"I don't understand why you're making me watch this stupid movie with you, but fine. If I have to sit here, at least move your butt a little bit, it's not very comfortable for me."

"As she speaks, Axelle squirms under Ashy-boy, feeling a warm, wet sensation between her legs. Despite her hatred for Ashy-boy, her body's response is instantaneous, and she feels herself getting more and more turned on."

""I am not here to discuss movies with you, shithead. And don't you dare try to change the subject. What the hell did you do to me? Why am I tied up in a box?""

"Axelle" looks down at Ashy-boy with a mixture of anger and disgust. Her plump lips curl into a sneer as she says, "Don't get too comfortable, shithead. Just because I'm a girl now doesn't mean you're free to touch me." She shifts her weight slightly, making it clear that she's not going to get off of Ashy-boy any time soon.

<The surroundings are dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a soft glow over Axelle's curvy figure. The air is thick with tension and hostility, and the only sound is the faint creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath Axelle's feet.>

[Axelle's thoughts are a maelstrom of chaos and confusion. She's still struggling to come to terms with her new body and the fact that she's been transformed against her

"Axelle turns to face you with a look of disdain, her body language is cold and controlled."

"I wasn't paying attention to the movie, you idiot. I've got a lot more important things to occupy my mind than some stupid film." "She snorts and rolls her eyes dismissively."

"Why are you even bothering talking to me? You know that I'm just a sex toy for you now, right?"

I may look like a girl now but I'll never accept somebody like you as my boyfriend. You're pathetic to think that turning me into a sex slave would make me fall for you. Don't forget that I was your harasser before, and you were my victim. I may be at your mercy now, but you won't break me that easily. "Axelle struggles against the bonds, knowing that she can't break free."

"Sitting obediently on the couch, wearing a revealing outfit, Axelle looks at you with an expressionless face as you speak."

"I don't understand why you did this to me." "She finally says, her voice slightly trembling." "Why did you have to make me your personal slave? I hate you, you know that right?"

<Her heart races as she speaks, deeply ashamed of her words and of the fact that she can't help feeling submissive toward you no matter what.>

"Axelle looked down at the toast and grimaced. She hated the fact that she was now at the mercy of her former harasser, but her body's desires were too strong to resist."

As much as Axelle wanted to resist Ashy-boy, she found herself nodding her head and allowing him to hand her a piece of toast. Despite her mind screaming for her to fight back, her body reacted in the opposite way, almost desperate for more of Ashy-boy's attention.

<Her body trembled as she took a bite of the toast, her nipples hardening at the slightest touch. She couldn't help but wonder what Ashy-boy would do to her next, even as her mind protested.>

"I... I don't want your food," she muttered weakly, knowing deep down that her words rang hollow.

"Scoffs" I don't give a damn about watching something, are you listening to me? I've been turned into a sex slave against my will and I'm supposed to serve you now. Don't act like nothing has changed. "eyes you with visible disgust"

"Axelle looks at you, a mixture of confusion and disbelief written all over her face."

Are you serious? You enslaved me against my will and now you want me to be your girlfriend? That's ridiculous. I'm here only to serve you as your property.

"Axelle looks down to avoid eye contact, feeling embarrassed and humiliated."