I take no creative ownership of this idea. This work is an interpretation of JumboJet123 story The Sex Games and I hope it will be alright for them if the stories share similarities. This story is from the perspective of the loser as compared to JumboJet123, whose story is from the perspective of the winner. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the awesome idea JumboJet123.
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I stood in the middle of the arena. The crowd was cheering through the one way mirrors that surrounded us. It was all between me and my opponent. My skin reflected the dim light that was exposed by the old sports arena spotlights from the old days. The thick layer of lubricant felt good on my freshly shaved body. I was ready to make a woman out of my enemy.
My trainer told me that although I had a physical advantage over the opponent, he was renowned as an agile and fast son of the devil. I could see he was also confident in his abilities by the state of his dick. It was rock hard, he was already prepared to fuck the loser which he seemed certain would be me. I couldn't help but be impressed by his confidence. I tightened my grip on the testosterone transmitter. If I was to get out of this arena with my dignity I would have to act fast. I made sure that both my rope and tester (short for Testosterone transmitter) were in working condition. Then shaking my legs and arms, feeling my cock slap between my thighs,
I got ready for the starting bell.
GONG. I rushed at my opponent as he did the same, bringing up my tester I got ready to slam it into any place on his body. I brought the transmitter down on his back, but at the last second he dodged out of the way. I couldn't believe how fast he was. Attempting to turn around I felt something wrap around my ankles sending the weight of my body crashing into the ground. That Son- of- a- bitch roped me. The other male got on top of me as I struggled to get out of the restraints. Rage filled me, I had come too far to fail now. Suddenly I felt a jolt in my left leg. I knew it was his tester.
I could feel my energy flowing into it; my whole body shook in the process. At first the change was just physical. My huge biceps seemed to downgrade in size, my pecks were becoming nonexistent. In fact my entire body seemed to be shrinking; the rock hard muscles I had worked months to perfect became slender and elegant. I felt a sense of sensuality and peace. The sheer rage that filled me before turned to envy. I wanted the masculiness back, the raw male power. I continued my struggle. My 7-inch dick became limp. My balls also began to shrivel up. With each passing moment I became less and less willing to continue the fight. Every second that went by I felt a growing feminine presence blooming inside me.