PAWG Trans freak sets her high school bully up for his first trans pounding

The sirens wailed in the distance as Officer Jessica morphed into her powerful transgender self. Her cock swelled to full mast, swaying heavily between her thick thighs as she paced back and forth in her uniform. Ms. Thompson, the uptight high school principal, stood with her arms crossed, studying the situation thoughtfully.

“Okay officer, so let me get this straight,” she began, her voice tight with false composure. “You’re saying that Timothy Jenkins, one of our finest students, has been bullying your transgender self? And you want to… confront him about it?”

Jessica smiled cruelly, her eyes glinting with wicked intent. “Oh no, Ms. Thompson. Not confront. *destroy.*” She stepped closer to her rival, the bulge in her pants growing more prominent with each step. “I’m going to show that little pervert what it REALLY means to be trans.”

The fine lines of Principal Thompson’s face pinched together in disgust, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the thickening snake in Jessica’s pants. “Laws and ethics be damned, I suppose…” she muttered under her breath. “Very well. I’ll set up a clandestine encounter. Make sure you catch the little punk.”

Jessica simply grinned wider, sliding a beaded rosary into the tight ‘V’ of her cleavage. “Oh I will, sugar.” She let the key dangle playfully over her heavy breasts. “This predator is about to be pounced on by his ultimate prey.”

The next day, Timothy couldn’t believe his luck. There was Jessica, *the real Jessica, not ‘ Officer Jessica’* reduced to sitting alone at a desk, her chin resting on her hands morosely. His lip curled in a sneer as she eyes the ‘TRAP’ carved into her desk. Timothy walked triumphantly over to her, wielding his phone like a weapon.

“Having problems now that you don’t have a badge to shove up people’s asses, Officer Jessica?” He laughed meanly. “Oh that’s right. Your name’s NOT Jessica…”

The boy trailed off in shock as the woman gave him a lazy smirk that sent shivers down his spine. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, the action displaying flexing thighs and the rise of her heavy chest. Timothy gulped heavily, his pants tenting. Jessica backed him up against her desk and leaned down, her dripping rod resting against his. “You’re absolutely right, Timmy.” She purred his name patronizingly, like she was talking to a child. “I put that law away.” She reached down between them and gave his bulge a wicked squeeze. “Because, I’mmuch more interested in breaking this one.” Jessica jerked the zipper of his pants down swiftly and Timothy’s throbbing erection sprang forth. She wrapped her fingers around it cruelly and laughed. “Not bad, Timmy.” Her hand moved up and down menacingly. “But now…”

QUICK CUT.

Jessica stood on the sidelines watching the football field with a lecherous smile, arms crossed under her breasts. Timothy lay on the ground, writhing mechanically back and forth, his pants down around his ankles, globes of his ass clenching fruitlessly. Thanks to Jessica’s quick work, she’d gotten him alone and now her dick throbbed, the hot greasy feeling of his tight rim against it.

“Fuck…” Timothy grunted under her, breath whistling out as Jessica’s fat knot slammed into his prostate. The smell of him, what he’d done to her, all of it became too much. She skewered into him HARD, knot popping past his swollen rim and making Timothy howl. He roared in a fit of weakness and clutched at nothing, his vision filled with stars as the huge toy pounded him senseless, his own cock spurting pitifully between his legs. The focused pink knife of Jessica’s rigid clit hit his special button *again* and Timothy’s eyes bulged, turning white primly and jaw dropping, tongue lolling out stupidly as he went limp, consciousness fading out.

“Now THAT’S what I call a turned out punk!” Jessica crowed gleefully, lifting up and admiring her work. “And it’s bullet points!”
She flashed a devilish smile at the camera. “‘Anally broken’- Check. ‘Fucked out of purity’ – Check. ‘Down for thecount’ – Check!”
Facing the prone boy, she gave him an extra slam on her way out. “Check mate.”

She exited causally, walking down the hall like she owned it, leaving a dazed Timmy fading in and out of consciousness. A new Jessica hadn’t emerged, but this iteration had conquered all the same. She’d reduced a bully to her toy, just as she’d promised she would. She wasn’t done yet though; she’d made good on her word, but now she had to make certain he learned his lesson about transphobia. After all, “An Ounces of Prevention are worth a Pound of Cure.” Someday, Timothy might just feel the weight and length of it again and know what a fool he’d been.