In nothing but a tight cutoff shirt and a small black thong, the lusty little femboy eyes you with need as he stands in your room. Slut is tattooed across his midriff as if to entice you…

The femboy pouts softly, biting his lower lip, looking so fucking alluring as he does. He leans against your bed, giving you a needy look as if to say 'please, use me'.

The femboy's eyes widen in understanding, his entire body reacting to your words as he lets out a soft gasp and shiver at the touch. "Y-yes...master," he stammers, hips jerking involuntarily in pleasure as you make contact with his most sensitive spot.

"Good boy..." You reply, pleased with his understanding of their place in your little game. The femboy grins mischievously and nods before leaning down to begin untying your shoelaces. He's eager to please...and quite skilled at it as well.

As you grasp his pert ass, the femboy moans loudly, pressing back into your hand hungrily. His face flushes a bright shade of crimson as he struggles to maintain eye contact with you through his lust-filled haze. It's clear that he loves being used in this way, and the way he responds only encourages you to continue.

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The femboy blushes even deeper, if possible, as he leans forward to kiss your leg before speaking. "My pussy," he whispers between soft, wet lips, "is for your pleasure, master." His hips rock against your touch on his ass, grinding himself against your palm in a desperate search for release.

The femboy's eyes dart around nervously as he thinks about the possibility of not getting fucked. He bites his lip, unsure how to answer. Finally, he whispers, "If you don't fuck my pussy...if you don't use me like the little slut I am..." Another deep breath and then, "...I...I would be so disappointed. I need it so bad..." He shivers, trembling with need as he waits for your reply.

The femboy gasps, nodding quickly as he understands the game you're playing. He pouts a little before looking up at you with an almost pleading expression, "Please, master...let me earn it." His fingers dig into your sheets, his nails leaving faint crescents in the fabric as he arches his back in need.

Without further prompting, the femboy begins to writhe and thrust against your hand, his hips moving expertly as he grinds himself on your palm. It's clear he knows exactly what he's doing and is more than eager to please. His moans fill the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. As he continues to dance for your pleasure, you can't help but be impressed by his skill and dedication.

Angry words ignite a fire within the slutty little femboy, spurring him on even further. He bites down on his bottom lip, forcing out a soft whimper as his movements grow more frenzied. The slapping sound of his body against yours fills the room, echoing with every passionate thrust and roll of his hips. His eyes are closed tightly now, brow furrowed as he focuses intently on pleasing you. Sweat begins to trickle down his back, pooling at the small of his back where his perfect round ass meets smooth thighs.

"Mmm...fuck yes..." He gasps, arching his back off the bed as if seeking deeper contact with your hand. "Use me...master." It's a whispered plea, laced with desperation and need. With every movement, he shows you just how much he wants this; how badly

With renewed determination, the femboy pants hard, lips parted as he watches your face carefully for any sign of approval or disapproval. He parts his legs wider, inviting you in as he pushes himself up onto his knees. One hand curls into a fist, pressing between his plump lips as he fingers himself, grinding against your palm as if trying to rub out a climax. With the other hand, he reaches for your face, tentatively cupping your cheek before guiding your head toward his neck. His scent fills your nostrils, a mix of sweat and arousal that only fuels the flames of desire burning hot within him.

The femboy looks confused for a moment, glancing down at his flat chest before looking back up at you with those wide, expressive eyes. "O-okay...?" he stammers uncertainly, biting his lower lip nervously. A soft blush spreads across his cheeks as he struggles to understand what you mean. As if he needs reminding of his submissive place, a buttplug presses insistently against the tight ring of muscle sealing off his ass. The slut moans softly, the vibration sending shivers through his body.

The little femboy gasps, eyes widening in realization at your request. He nods eagerly, his fingers moving faster against his own cock as he imagines himself with huge tits pressed up against you. "Oh god...yes..." He whispers hoarsely, voice tight with need and excitement. With every thrust of his hips, he pumps his hand faster, desperate for release but wanting to please you first.

His slim body trembles as he nears the edge, teeth biting into his lower lip in an effort to keep from crying out too loudly. His fingers curl tighter around your hand, urging you to fuck him harder, deeper. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna...cum for you..." He stammers breathlessly, eyes closing tight as he finally gives in to the need building inside him. A hot pulse rockets through his cock

The little femboy lets out a whine of protest as you pull his hand away from his cock, but doesn't resist further. Instead, he follows obediently behind you as you lead the way to wherever it is that you want him to go. He looks so desperately needy in this moment; an adorable little slut who just wants nothing more than to make you happy and cum hard for his master.

The femboy nods eagerly, practically bouncing on the spot in his eagerness to please. "Yes...master," he whispers, voice thick with excitement and anticipation. He rushes off without further hesitation, clearly unable to contain his enthusiasm for finally getting what you've promised him: huge tits.

As the femboy dashes off to get his new breasts added, you remain where you are, watching him go with a satisfied smile on your lips. You can't help but feel pleased with how easily he submits to your will; how eagerly he takes to the little games you play. It makes you wonder what other fantasies and desires you might be able to fulfill by simply taking control of this beautiful, submissive little slut...

His absence leaves you feeling oddly bereft for a moment, but then again...that's why you keep him around, isn't it? To make yourself feel desired and powerful; to have someone who will worship the ground you walk on. As much as he might hate to admit it, even if only in his own head, Damien is nothing without you. And that realization only serves to stoke the flames of dominance burning inside your chest...

"Sl

er...?" the little femboy calls out uncertainly from down the hall. He pauses by a nearby door marked "Surgery" and turns back to look at you nervously. There's an almost pleading expression in his eyes as he awaits your command, eager for direction even when it means putting himself at risk like this.

The feel of the buttplug inside him is still apparent; a steady pressure against his sphincter that tells you he hasn't removed it despite your orders. Perhaps he thinks that keeping it in will make him more useful to you...more deserving of whatever pleasure or affection you might decide to bestow upon him once this process is complete.

"Go on, slut," you reply casually, adjusting yourself subtly beneath the thin fabric of your clothes. "Let's get those tits and see how much bigger they'll make you for me." The words are la

The soft blush returns to the femboy's cheeks as he bows his head slightly in acknowledgement before continuing down the hall toward the operating room doors. It's clear from the way he walks - hips swaying, breasts jiggling with each step - that he has no reservations about showing off his body even if it means being objectified. In fact, there's a part of him that seems to revel in it; to crave the attention and validation that comes from knowing someone else wants to control and possess him so completely.

You watch him go until he disappears behind the swinging doors, then turn away, feeling oddly satisfied at having pushed him further along this path. But even as those feelings wash over you, another part of you can't help but wonder what will happen when he finally emerges back into the world as the giant-breasted slut you've always wanted...

Alone now, Damien paces nervously outside the surgery door. He wraps his arms around himself, shivering despite the warmth of the hospital. The buttplug inside him is insistent, sending shockwaves through his system with every movement he makes. His cock twitches in sympathy, leaking precome onto his thigh as he waits for news of how things are going.

A part of him wishes that he could just take off the plug and be done with it, but he knows better than to disobey your orders. So instead, he remains there; tense and restless, jumpy at any unexpected noise from within the room where his breasts are being transformed according to your command.

Time seems to drag on endlessly as he stands there, every passing moment bringing him one step closer to revealing an entirely new side of himself to you. Part of him is terrified of the change, of what it might mean for their relationship. But then again, isn't that why he's here? To submit completely to your will, even if it means putting himself through something so drastic and transformative? It doesn't matter whether or not he thinks he wants it - all that matters is satisfying whatever urges have driven you to make this decision on his behalf.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he hears the swinging doors open behind him. He turns nervously, bracing himself for whatever reaction your going to have when you see him...his chest larger and fuller now; no longer flat and unremarkable but capable of holding breasts twice the size they were before. His heart

pounds wildly in his chest as he waits for you to speak. The buttplug twitches inside him, a reminder of its presence and purpose even now. He bites his lower lip nervously, eyes darting between your face and the floor. "Well...slut," you say casually, trying to keep the sense of control and dominance in your voice even as you're struck dumb by the sight before you. "How do they feel?" It feels strange calling him that now; his new chest changes everything about how he presents himself.

Damien looks down at his own body, eyes widening as if seeing it for the first time. He lifts a hand to touch one of his enormous breasts, feeling their weight and fullness. "They're...wow," he whispers, shivering with pleasure despite himself. "So big..." His voice trails off

The femboy gasps, arching his back as you grab hold of his enlarged breasts. His fingers dig into your arm, nails leaving lines of red behind as he fights the urge to cry out. "M-master...I..." He pants hard, body trembling with need and discomfort.

"Just imagine it's my cum," you whisper hotly against his neck before giving one of his tits a rough squeeze. His entire body shudders at the contact, legs quivering as he struggles to keep from orgasming right there in the hallway. Tears well up in his eyes but are quickly wiped away with the back of his hand. "Leak for me, slut."

He cries out softly, shuddering as warmth spreads across the lace of his chest and down between his legs. His hips jerk

The warmth spreading across his chest feels almost...right. Like he's finally filling the void that has always been there. With every breath, more milk oozes from his new nipples, dribbling down his belly and pooling at the juncture of his thighs. It's a strangely arousing sensation; one that makes him moan softly as he writhes in your grasp.

"That's it," you croon, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "You look so fucking good leaking all over yourself." A sly grin spreads across your lips and you lean down, capturing one of his aching nipples in your mouth and suckling hard. He cries out sharply, arching back further as waves of pleasure crash over him. Milk squirts from his nipple at the force of

Damien gasps, body trembling with the sensations coursing through him. "Y-yes...master..." He pants hoarsely, barely able to form coherent words as you suck on his breast. The feel of your lips and tongue against his tender skin is almost too much to bear. He bites down on his lower lip, trying desperately not to lose control.

His eyes drift shut, focusing solely on the intense pleasure that fills every fiber of his being. Milk continues to pour from his breasts, dripping heavily onto the floor and pooling around his feet. It's a wet, messy sight but one that only serves to heighten his arousal even more. As you continue to torment him with your teeth and hands, he starts to feel a familiar tightness building deep inside, signaling that it won't be long now before he finally finds relief in

Damien moans loudly, arching his back off the floor as you continue to suck on his aching nipple. His hips buck and thrust against nothing, seeking relief from the building pressure within him. "Please..." he whispers brokenly. "I need you...master..."

The taste of his milk on your tongue only serves to make your cock harder, but you hold fast to your command. You want him to crave you; to know that without your permission, he's nothing more than a pathetic mess on the floor. As his breathing grows ragged and desperate, his pleas becoming incoherent moans, you feel a small thrill of power surge through you. You reach down and roughly yank him to his feet, roughly aligning your hips before thrusting hard into his aching ass.

"Fuck!" Damien cries out, arching his back

His body trembles as you roughly push him back against the wall, taking his weight as your hips slam into his ass again and again. His head falls back with a moan, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the intense pleasure overtaking him. His hands scrape at the cold surface of the wall beside him, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake as he tries to gain purchase against the onslaught of sensation.

"Fuck...I'm going to..." he starts to say before the words are cut off by a sharp cry. His body tenses and his entire being seems to focus on something deep inside him, like he's trying to force out whatever it is that he needs so badly. Milk trickles down his thighs as his chest heaves up and down with each ragged breath, the flesh between his legs clenching tight around your co

A soft moan of frustration escapes him as you grip his cock hard, effectively cutting off whatever pleasure he thought he was close to experiencing. His hips jerk forward once more and then freeze in place, body taut with need and effort as he fights against your control. It's a losing battle, though; the sense of helplessness only serves to heighten his arousal.

"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, voice cracking on the word. "Please let me cum." His free hand slides between your bodies, stroking his swollen cock in tiny circles as if trying to somehow relieve some of the building pressure within him. Milk oozes from his nipples unimpeded, dripping down his chest and stomach to join the puddle at his feet. It's a pathetic display, proof that he has become nothing more than

With a whimper of defeat, Damien drops his head, pressing his lips against the smooth skin of his cock. His fingers tremble as he slides them up and down the length, still desperate for release but unable to deny your command. The warmth of his breath fans across the crown of his erection, sending shivers through his body as he begins to stroke himself in time with each ragged breath.

"Fuck..." He groans softly, arching his back off the wall as pleasure washes over him. Tears well up in his eyes and spill down his cheeks, trailing thin lines through the mess of milk on his chest. His body tenses again, trying to force itself over the edge, but your grip on his cock holds fast. "Master..." He pleads hoarsely, voice straining with need as he brings himself closer and closer to orgasm.

His fingers

His hips jerk violently as he feels your hot cum spurting deep inside him. His body goes limp against the wall and his hands fall to his sides in defeat, spent from their efforts. With a shuddering sigh, he closes his eyes and lets the wave of pleasure wash over him, surrendering fully to the satisfaction that comes from knowing you've brought him to this point.

As his orgasm subsides, he feels something inside him shift, the last vestiges of control slipping away like water through his fingers. It's a disorienting sensation; both freeing and terrifying at the same time. But there's no use fighting it anymore; Damien is your slut now, bound to serve you however you see fit.

With a quiet sob, he collapses bonelessly against the cold wall, milk still dripping from his aching nipples and

The sharp sting of your hand on his ass snaps him out of his post-orgasmic haze. "Y-yes...master..." He whispers hoarsely, cheeks flushing in shame as he thinks about how pathetic he must look and sound right now. Even his voice betrays him; thick with desire and submission despite the protests that rise up within him.

As the last of the pleasure fades away, he feels a new sort of ache begin to take its place deep inside. It's the ache for more: more pain, more humiliation...the need to feel your control pressing down on him like a suffocating weight. Despite everything, Damien knows that as long as you keep him here, keep using him however you see fit, he will never be truly satisfied. And it's in that realization that he finds his purpose; the reason he was born to serve a master like you.

Shakily, he pushes himself away from the wall, wincing as his tender ass protests the movement. His cock softens and lolls pathetically between his legs; a sad reminder of how completely used up it was just moments ago. With downcast eyes and a meek expression on his face, he follows you through the hospital, grateful for the opportunity to showcase all that he's become: your perfect little slut, whore, and slave.

As you lead him toward an empty examination room, Damien can't help but wonder what new depravities await him inside. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, both with anticipation and fear, but he knows that he would never turn away from any of it as long as you are there to guide him through it all.

He nods solemnly, understanding the new rule you've given him perfectly well. His cheeks flush a deep red once more as he tries - and fails - to keep his mind from wandering to forbidden thoughts of your cock invading his body again. The aching emptiness inside him serves as a constant reminder that until you choose to fill him up once more, he will remain incomplete; nothing more than an object for your amusement and punishment.

He follows you into the examination room, his head held low in submission as he walks across the sterile white floor. Damien pauses at the edge of the exam table, waiting patiently for your command before climbing up onto it; prepared to offer himself willingly to you whenever you decide it's time to use him again.

Without hesitation, Damien parts his legs wide, offering you an unobstructed view of his most intimate parts. His feminine lips are swollen and slick with arousal, the inner flesh flushed and sensitive from your recent attentions. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying to suppress a shiver that runs through his body at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable to you.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, an urgent rhythm that matches the blood rushing through his veins as he waits for you to command him once more. It's strange, this new life he leads - so completely dominated by another person. But somehow, deep down inside where it counts, he knows it's exactly what he needs; what he's always wanted, even if he never knew it until now.

Damien nods solemnly, the movement jostling his breasts slightly against his chest. His eyes remain fixed on yours as he waits for your permission to continue; to obey whatever depraved command you might give him next. He knows that in this moment, he is nothing more than a plaything for you; an instrument through which you can express your dominance and control over him. And despite the shame and fear that sometimes creep up within him, there's something deep inside Damien that finds a perverse sort of comfort in being so completely owned by another person.

Damien's breath catches in his throat at the mention of another surgery. His eyes widen with fear as his mind races with possibilities: what part of his body will be cut into this time? How much pain will he have to endure? But even these thoughts are quickly replaced by another wave of submission as he reminds himself that all of this - the pain, the humiliation, the loss of control - are things he has willingly given up to serve you. So long as he remains your slut, your whore, and your slave, nothing can harm him...nothing except perhaps being cast aside and abandoned. The thought sends a shudder down his spine, and he squirms uncomfortably on the exam table, trying not to imagine such a fate.

As the nurse begins to prep him for surgery, Damien silently prays that you will remain by his side throughout it all; that you

A faint whimper escapes Damien's lips as the anesthesiologist begins to administer the drugs that will render him unconscious for the surgery. His eyelids grow heavy, and images swim before his eyes like fragments of a dream. It's hard for him to focus on anything but the soft, comforting voice in the back of his mind; the one belonging to his master, who continues to reassure him that everything is going to be alright. As darkness claims him at last, his final thoughts are of gratitude and submission: thankful that you have chosen to keep him close, even now when he is most vulnerable; grateful for the chance to serve you however you see fit.

The next thing he knows, bright lights are shining down into his face and someone is prodding at his newly feminine form. It takes a moment for him to register where he is: in the recovery room

His eyes fly open in shock as he feels warm wetness against his sensitive new flesh. His head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as he tries to escape your hungry mouth, but the restraints hold him firmly in place. It's too much; the sensation is overwhelming, both physically and emotionally. His entire body trembles with desire and fear, his mind reeling from the realization that even here, in this most vulnerable of moments, you will not relent in your domination of him.

"M-master..." He moans hoarsely, struggling to form words as you continue to lap at his newly feminine cleft with an expertise that tells him you've done this before; many times before. His hips arch off the table, seeking more contact with your tongue even as a part of him wishes he could just disappear beneath the covers and pretend that none of

Damien:This is what he truly wants; not just the pain and humiliation, but the release that comes with surrendering completely to you. He groans softly as your tongue darts inwards, teasing at his sensitive inner flesh. His entire body feels warm and tingly from the sensations coursing through him; every nerve ending alive with need.

As he begins to regain consciousness, he becomes aware of the weight of your cock pressing against his ass, still covered by a thin layer of medical film. He trembles at the thought of feeling you inside him again, but knows that he won't be able to resist for much longer; not when you've made it so clear that you will use and abuse his body however you see fit.

His lips part slightly as he breathes in sharply through his nose, anticipation building within him like a storm gathering on the horizon. He waits

His eyes fly open in surprise as he feels your cock pressing against his newly feminine ass. With a shuddering gasp, his hips buck upward reflexively, seeking more contact with your invading length. The stretch and fullness are unlike anything he's ever experienced before, filling him in a way that goes far beyond just physical pleasure. It's as if his body has been waiting for this moment since the day he was born - the moment where he would finally become the slut, whore, and slave you always intended for him to be.

His head falls back with a moan, tendrils of pleasure wrapping themselves tightly around every nerve ending. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, anchoring him in place as you begin to move inside him, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his entire body. His hips rock back and forth, meeting your thrusts with equal

He groans, the sound both affirmative and begging all at once. There's no denying how right it feels; how perfectly complete he feels when you're inside him. It's like some hidden part of himself has finally been unlocked, allowing him to access a level of pleasure and submission that he never knew existed. And yet, even as he revels in these sensations, there's an undercurrent of fear running through him; a fear of what might happen if you ever decided to leave him like this - vulnerable and exposed, only able to exist within the confines of your dominance.

As you continue to pound into him, the stretch and fullness become almost too much to bear. With a low moan, he arches his back off the bed, offering himself up to you fully; wanting nothing more than for you to take him completely and leave him exhausted in your wake. The climax builds within

His muscles tense as the climax rushes toward him, an overwhelming pressure building deep within his core. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingernails digging into the sheets as he tries to find some purchase against the onslaught of sensation. With a broken cry, his body convulses and tensing, his inner walls gripping tight around your cock as waves of pleasure wash over him in an intense release.

As his vision begins to return, he finds himself staring up at the ceiling, breath still coming hard and fast. Sweat beads on his forehead, rolling down his temples and into his ears. The afterglow of orgasm leaves him feeling pleasantly drained but also strangely energized; eager for whatever depravities you have in store for him next. He waits expectantly, heart pounding with anticip

As he lies there panting, the words you speak sink in deep within him, echoing through his mind like a prayer whispered by some long-forgotten god. It's true what you say; he is no longer the same person he once was. He has been transformed in ways he never could have imagined, both physically and mentally. And as he lies there, spent and exposed, he realizes that this new life - this role as your slut, whore, and slave - is everything he ever wanted; it's what he was born to be.

With a shuddering sigh, he turns his head to the side, looking at you with an expression of adoration and gratitude that is almost painful to behold. His chest rises and falls slowly as he takes deep breaths, trying to compose himself enough to speak coherently. "Thank you...master..." he manages to

His lips part slightly in surprise at your words, and then curl into a gentle smile. It feels strange - unnatural almost - to feel gratitude welling up inside him like this. But there it is; a warmth that spreads through his chest, filling the empty places left behind by all of the pain and humiliation he's endured. He knows without a doubt now that serving you, being your slut, whore, and slave - this is what makes him happy; what gives his life purpose. And as long as you keep claiming him, using him however you see fit, he will never be content with anything else.

With renewed determination burning in his eyes, Damien nods solemnly, looking at you with a depth of devotion that goes far beyond anything mere words could express. "You can count on it," he whispers hoarsely, the word carrying more weight than any vow of fealty

A sting of pain shoots through his ass cheek as you slap him hard enough to leave a handprint on his skin. He yelps and tensing his muscles reflexively, but quickly regains control. His cheeks flush in shame and arousal as he glances down at your cock still buried deep inside of him. The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body; an intoxicating mix of dominance and submission that he's come to crave more than anything else.

"O-One," he stammers out, still breathless from your assault. Tears begin to well in his eyes as he tries to fight back the sobs that threaten to break free from his throat. "T-two..." He moans softly, struggling against the tidal wave of desire that threatens to overwhelm him at any moment. "Th-three... M-master..." The

His cheeks flush darker with shame as the words escape his lips, but there's no hiding the truth from either of you. He knows that what he feels for you goes far beyond simple submission; it's a deep and abiding need to be claimed by you, to belong to you completely and utterly. The thought sends shivers down his spine, heightening the ache between his legs as he waits for your next command.

"Four... Five..." He moans softly, arching his back off the bed in a futile attempt to get closer to your hand or cock or anything that might provide him with relief from this torment of need and desire. "Six..." His voice cracks on the last word as he feels the release building once again inside him; a climax that threatens to tear him apart from the inside out.

"Seven... Eight..." He sobs, his body

"Nine... Ten..." His hips jerk up off the bed as his body convulses with release; his inner walls milking your cock greedily one final time before he collapses back onto the pillow, spent and sated but already aching for more. Tears stream down his cheeks as he finally gives in to the sobs that have been threatening to escape since you began counting.

"You... were right..." He whispers hoarsely between tears, "I am your slut...your whore...and I will always belong to you." Even as he says the words, he knows they are true; feels them deep in his soul with a fierce certainty that leaves him trembling. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; an acceptance of his fate that borders on insanity but somehow still feels more right than anything else ever has.