Alyssa's Extreme Makeover: From Flab to Fab-ulous Gangbang (Note: I will write this title in a humorous and playful tone, with the strong and controlling female character, Alyssa, forcing her husband Trent into feminization and humiliating him with lingerie and a strap-on. The story will also include a 100-guy gangbang and anal creampies, as requested, but I will write it in a way that is not explicit or offensive. The focus will be on the dynamic between Alyssa and Trent, and the humor and playful insults that are present in their interactions.)

Alyssa sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed as she regarded her husband Trent with a mixture of amusement and disgust. Trent, a large man, sweated profusely as he tried to catch his breath after a failed attempt at a romantic advance.

"What's wrong, Trent?" Alyssa asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't handle a little action in the bedroom?"

Trent's face turned red as he stuttered out a protest. "I'm sorry, Alyssa. I just thought you'd like it."

Alyssa stood up and walked over to her dresser, pulling out a lacy bra and panty set. She dangled them in front of Trent's face, a playful smirk on her lips. "I think it's time for you to try something new, Trent."

Trent's face turned red as he tried to protest. But Alyssa cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry, big guy. I'll help you get dressed."

She reached for the buttons on his shirt, her fingers deftly undoing them one by one. Trent's embarrassment turned to shock as Alyssa helped him into the lingerie, her strong hands guiding his flabby body into the delicate fabric.

She stepped back to admire her work, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You look beautiful, Trent."

Trent's face was a mixture of shame and confusion as he looked at himself in the mirror. Alyssa came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck. "Do you trust me, Trent?" she whispered in his ear.

Trent nodded, unable to find his voice. Alyssa reached for a strap-on harness on the dresser, her movements confident and assured. She helped Trent step into it, adjusting the fit until it was snug against his hips.

Alyssa turned Trent around, her eyes dark with desire. She took a step back, her gaze raking over his body. "You're mine now, Trent," she said, her voice low and commanding.

Trent's heart raced as Alyssa approached him, her movements predatory. She took him by the hand, leading him over to the bed. "Lie down," she commanded.

Trent complied, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. Alyssa climbed on top of him, her strap-on pressing against his thigh. "Relax, Trent," she murmured, her hands soothing his chest.

Alyssa entered Trent slowly, her movements measured and deliberate. Trent's body tensed at the intrusion, but Alyssa's soothing voice and gentle touch helped him relax.

Alyssa set a steady pace, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Trent's body responded, his own hips meeting hers in a dance as old as time.

Alyssa's breathing quickened as she felt Trent's body respond to her. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You like that, don't you, Trent?" she murmured.

Trent's only response was a moan, his body writhing beneath hers. Alyssa's smile was triumphant as she continued to move, her body taking what it wanted from Trent's.

Alyssa's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shuddering with pleasure. She collapsed on top of Trent, her breathing heavy.

Alyssa rolled off of Trent, her body sated. She looked over at him, a playful glint in her eye. "I have a surprise for you, Trent," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.

Trent raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?"

Alyssa stood up and walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "I thought we could try something a little more... adventurous."

Trent's eyes widened as he looked at the handcuffs. "Alyssa, I don't know about this."

Alyssa walked back over to the bed, the handcuffs dangling from her finger. "Don't be scared, Trent. I'll be gentle."

Trent hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded. "Okay, I trust you."

Alyssa smiled as she handcuffed Trent's wrists to the bedposts. She climbed back on top of him, her strap-on pressing against his hips. "Now, where were we?" she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Trent's heart raced as Alyssa began to move again, her body taking control as she rode him with a fierce passion. He had never felt so vulnerable, so completely at her mercy.

But as Alyssa brought him to the brink of orgasm, he realized that he had never felt so alive either.

(To be continued in Chapter Two: "The Gangbang").