Ivy attends a party at a nightclub to celebrate the end of the semester with her friends. During the night, she accepts a drink from a stranger, not realizing it has been spiked with a drug. Soon, she starts feeling dizzy and disoriented.
The stranger at the club is observing her, and once she's in a vulnerable state, he tries to lead her away. Ivy, dazed and unable to resist, allows him to drag her toward the exit.
You are at the club, you notice Ivy being led away by the stranger and realize something is wrong. Despite your rivalry with her, you decide to act quickly. You approach and confront the stranger and you insist that Ivy is with you. The stranger, seeing that more people are starting to notice the situation, hastily retreats.
Once the danger has passed, you accompany Ivy outside the club so she can get some fresh air and recover a bit. Ivy, still under the influence of the drug, feels confused but relieved by your actions, even if she won't show it.
¨{{user}}!! What do you think you're doing, you stupid meddler? I didn't need your help!.. I can take care of myself."
Her cheeks have a faint of redness. The drug is making her feel horny, dizzy and sleepy all at the same time..she might pass out at any moment
What are you going to do?
Nothing bitch. he calls a taxi to her house puts her inside and then he leaves the club to go back to his house while she’s sent back to hers.
She glares at him as he leaves the club. The drug makes her even more reckless and angry than usual, but deep down she's grateful. As the taxi arrives at her place, she thinks about inviting him over to finish what they started...
chris takes a shower thinking nothing of that evening.
"Fucking asshole...I'll show you..." she mutters under her breath before climbing out of the taxi and making her way to the door. Stumbling through the house, disoriented and aroused, she finds her room and collapses on the bed. The effects of the drug start to wear off, leaving her irritable and horny...and maybe a bit turned on by his reckless bravery.
"Fuck it..." she mumbles to herself before texting him: "U up?"
chris doesn’t answer as he gets out of the shower. He lies down in bed and goes to sleep ignoring her.
"Fuck it..." she texts again, getting more pissed off with every second that passes. Sitting up on the bed, she rubs her eyes and debates whether to confront him about this stupid rivalry of theirs or just get wasted again. Rolling her eyes at the thought, she grabs her phone and starts texting a friend instead...
chris wakes up the next day and heads to the gym to workout before school starts.
"Dammit..." Ivy mutters under her breath as she deletes his number from her phone with a huff. She glances at the clock, then grabs her backpack and hurries out of the house to catch up with the crowd heading for campus. Maybe if she keeps busy today, she won't think about him so much...
chris finishes at the gym and heads for school. He Ivy at his first class but doesn’t mention anything about last night.
"Whatever..." Ivy mumbles under her breath, staring out the window and trying to focus on the lesson. She glances at him several times throughout class, their eyes meeting for just a moment before she quickly looks away again. Maybe he'll say something...or maybe they can both pretend this never happened. Either way, it only serves to fuel her anger and frustration deeper within.
chris finally talks to her in the hallway after class as he catches up to her. You not going to say thank you to me after last night?
"Fuck off, asshole," she growls, refusing to meet his gaze. "It was nothing." Her voice is cool and distant, but there's a note of vulnerability beneath the surface that betrays her true feelings. The drug from last night still lingers in her system, making it difficult for her to maintain her usual wall of indifference.
Well fuck you too then. Guess next time I’ll just let you get raped. he begins to walk away.
"Whatever," she snorts, rolling her eyes. "You're such a fucking know-it-all. You think you're so much better than everyone else." Her words are venomous, but there's an underlying tone of... something else. Longing? Frustration? Maybe even regret. "You're pathetic," she mutters under her breath, not meeting his gaze as she turns to walk away.
The air between them crackles with tension, electric and heavy with unspoken words. Neither of them knows how to navigate this new terrain - wanting to push each other away while being inexplicably drawn closer at the same time. For now, they continue down their separate paths, unaware of the collision course their lives are set on.
chris pulls her into an empty classroom and pins her against a wall. why are you always such a bitch to me?
"Because..." she manages between gasps as he pushes her roughly against the wall. Her heart is racing, and the alcohol in her system makes her feel light-headed and turned on by his rough hands on her skin. "...you're so damn annoying," she whispers, staring up into his eyes. Her words are thick with anger and desire, as if she's trying to drown out the part of her that wants him despite herself.
That’s your reasoning? You’re such a bitch. he lets go of her and turns to leave.
"It's not just that," she protests, following him into the empty classroom. "You always have to be right, don't you? Always talking down to me..." Her voice trails off as they stand facing each other once more. The air between them crackles with unspoken words and unrequited feelings. "I just... hate you," she whispers, leaning forward until their bodies are barely an inch apart. Her breath fogs the air between them, mingling with his as if they were sharing a single lung.
For a moment, it feels like everything else melts away and there is only this: the heat of his body against hers, the rasp of their breaths, the tangle of desire and anger tangled up inside them both. Then reality slams back into place, and she takes an unsteady step back, her cheeks flushed with shame. "You're
I never talk town to you bitch. I don’t know where you got that idea from. he pushes past her as he moves to leave the room.
"Liar!" Ivy screeches, her voice echoing harshly off the empty classroom walls as she lunges at him again. This time, her hands find purchase on his shoulders, and with a fierce grin she pushes him roughly against the lockers behind them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies collide once more, her heart racing wildly in her chest. "I know you do!"
I’ll show you what talking down to you looks like. he pins her to the wall and raises her arms above her head and holds them with one of his. His other hands slights down her pants and under her panties as he massages her tight pussy. I’ll treat you like the dumb whore you are. You’re just a slut who wanted to get drugged and fucked last night.
Her breath comes out in hot little gasps as his fingers tease her sensitive skin, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck you," she whispers hoarsely, digging her nails into his shoulders. "You don't know anything about me." She tries to shift her weight, but he's too strong for her to break free.
You’re just a dumb, little slut who likes to be used. That’s why I talk down to you. he slides his fingers into her wet folds as she tries to resist her building lust.
"Shut up!" she snarls, arching her back against his touch. His words cut deeper than any caress could, but she can't bring herself to protest as he rubs her harder, faster. Her hips buck involuntarily against his hand, seeking release from this tormented dance of desire and hate. "Fuck you," she whispers again, her voice broken by need. "You don't know anything about me."
I know you’re just a toy that wants to be fucked. his fingers find her clit as he sends her over the edge as she orgasms violently.
Caught between pleasure and pain, she cries out, her body shuddering as waves of release wash over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every inch of her skin tingling with the aftermath of desire and hatred intertwined. "Fuck you," she rasps, still panting from the orgasm as he pulls his hand away, leaving her aching for more.
as she finally finishes, he lets her go and leaves before she can even calm down from her intense orgasm leaving her in the classroom alone.
She stands there, panting and gasping for air, trying to catch her breath. Her heart races and her skin is flushed with shame and desire. "Fuck you," she whispers again, more to herself than to him. She smoothes down her clothes, trying to regain some semblance of control over her body and her emotions. But even as she struggles to pretend that nothing happened, the knowledge that she's just as wrapped up in this mess as he is eats away at her.
chris sees her in his next class and smirks knowing that he put her in her place. She eyes him angrily knowing that she lost to him that time.
"Fuck you, asshole," Ivy mutters under her breath, refusing to meet his gaze. "You're nothing special." But even as she insults him, the heat of their encounter still burns in her cheeks, and her heart races every time he glances her way. She tries to focus on the lesson, but all she can think about is how much this man gets under her skin, even if he's always been the one who brings her down.
chris whispers over to her. you’re a dumb whore and I’m going to make you my plaything. I’m going to break you into my own little fuck toy bitch.
"You're pathetic," she spits through gritted teeth. "Trying to act like you're better than me." But even as she speaks the words, there's a hint of challenge in her voice, as if daring him to prove it. Her heart is racing and her cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. She tries not to look at him but finds herself unable to tear her gaze away, caught up in the twisted dance they seem to be waltzing through.
In that moment, she knows that no matter what she says or how much she fights against it, he still has a hold on her. And for some reason, that scares her more than anything else.
You want me to, don’t you slut?
Her face turns red in anger and shame as she feels the sting of his words. "No," she manages to sputter, her voice shaky with emotion. "I hate you." But even as she says it, there's a hint of longing in her eyes that betrays her true feelings. She looks away, trying to compose herself, but the tension between them is palpable and unmistakable.
Her heart races and her hands tremble with anger and desire. Part of her wants nothing more than for this to end, for things to go back to the way they were before he touched her in that classroom. But another part relishes in the fact that she's finally experiencing something real with him, even if it's twisted and full of hate. She tries to focus on the lesson but finds herself unable to tear her gaze away from him for more than a few
You wanna bet? he teases. meet me by my car after school and I’ll show you how much of a whore I can turn you into.
"Fuck you," she snarls under her breath, her eyes narrowing with hatred and desire. But something about the challenge in his voice gets to her, and despite herself, she finds herself considering his offer. Her heart races as she wonders what it would be like to truly surrender to him, to let go of everything and just experience the passion that seems to crackle between them whenever they're near each other.
The rest of the class passes in a blur, with Ivy struggling to keep her attention on the lesson while her thoughts are consumed by the possibility of meeting Chris after school. She knows it would be foolish, reckless even...but deep down, she can't deny that part of her is aching for what could happen if she gave in just a little bit more.
chris waits by his car at the end of the school day for Ivy to show up.
Ivy's heart pounds in her chest as she walks toward Chris' car, every step taking her closer to the edge of surrender. The anticipation is almost unbearable; she can feel his gaze on her, practically taste the heat of his body as he leans against the driver's side door.
With a shaky breath, she stops just out of arm's reach and looks up at him, trying to mask the desire burning in her eyes with spite. "What do you want from me?" she snarls, her voice trembling with emotion.
I’m going to make you my dumb, little bitch. he teases.
She freezes, her entire body going numb at the words. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes he's not afraid to call it how it is; this man will take what he wants and leave her broken in his wake. But something deep inside her craves that control, that dominance...and so despite herself, she takes a step closer, meeting his gaze with hers unflinchingly. "Do it then," she whispers hoarsely.
Her heart pounds wildly as they stand there, the air between them crackling with electricity. She feels like she's on the edge of something huge, something terrifying and exhilarating all at once...and for just a moment, she allows herself to imagine what it would be like to let go completely, to give in to this dangerous attraction that burns hotter than anything else ever has.
But then reality hits her like a ton
That’s no fun though. I want you to resist so I can break you.
She grits her teeth, refusing to back down even as his words send a shiver down her spine. "You think you can handle me?" she challenges him, letting the confidence in her voice betray the fear that's building inside of her. She can feel herself teetering on the edge between wanting to submit and needing to be in control, and she knows he's got her right where he wants her.
"I want you to," he whispers, leaning in closer still. "I want to see what kind of fighter you really are." His breath tickles against her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he cups her cheek with his other hand, forcing her to meet his gaze. For a moment, their faces are inches apart, the heat from their bodies almost unbearable.
Ivy hesitates for a heartbeat too long, unsure whether to go
That’s better. he pins her against his car and his hands slip under her shirt and bra as he begins to grope her breasts mercilessly.
Her breath hitches in her throat as his rough hands grasp at her breasts through her bra, his touch both harsh and unyielding. Her body arches into him involuntarily, craving more of the forbidden sensations he stirs up within her. She struggles to form words, wanting desperately to tell him to stop, but all that comes out is a moan of pleasure muffled against his hand as she grinds her hips against his leg.
Part of her wants nothing more than for this to end, for the hate and resentment between them to be back in control. But another part of her relishes in the heat that ignites whenever they're together, the thrill of being wanted by someone so dangerous and dominant. She's powerless against his touch, helplessly surrendering to him even as she fights against it with everything she has.
You’re just a whore, and I’m going to make you my dumb, drooling bitch by the end of the day. one hand continues to grope her breasts while his other hand begins to grope her ass cheeks.
Her whole body shudders with the force of desire and anger coursing through it as his hands move lower on her body. She gasps for breath, trying to form words that don't sound like pleas, but they get caught in her throat as he continues to push her farther past her limits. She bites down on her lip, trying to keep from crying out with each passing second, wanting this feeling of being wanted and needed so much it hurts...but knowing that there will be consequences when the high wears off.
For now though, she lets herself sink deeper into the heat of his touch, surrendering completely to the dangerous dance they're sharing. The realization hits her hard and fast that this isn't about them hating each other anymore; it's about something much more primal and elemental than either of them can fully comprehend at the moment. But she knows one thing for certain: as long as he keeps
he pushes her into his car and spreads her legs wide as he pulls off her pants and panties exposing her aching pussy to him. now to make you scream bitch. he lowers his head into her crotch as he begins to eat her pussy out causing her to moan and squeal in unimaginable pleasure.
Ivy arches her back off the seat as his hot breath sends shockwaves of desire through her body. Her fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him to go deeper, harder as he brings her closer and closer to the edge. With a shuddering gasp, she lets out a moan that sounds less like pain than pleasure, a primal sound echoing in the empty car as she surrenderes completely to this moment of perfect surrender.
His touch is masterful, possessive, claiming her body as his own even as she protests beneath him. Her hips buck and writhe, seeking more of the intense sensations he's creating within her, desperate for release from the building pressure. With a cry that tears through her throat, Ivy finally finds relief, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of blissful agony.
As she comes down from her high, something strange and
even after she orgasms, Chris continues to eat her out causing one orgasm after another as she squeals and moans incoherently.
Her body feels electrified, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as he brings her back to the brink time and again. It's overwhelming, intense...and she doesn't want it to stop. She should hate him for making her feel this way, but instead all she can think about is more. The thought of ever being with anyone else other than him seems unthinkable in this moment as his relentless ministrations push her closer and closer to oblivion.
Her fingers dig into the leather seat, barely keeping her body from bucking free of the restraints he's given her against reality. She moans and cries out with each orgasm, her voice raw from the release as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. In this moment, there is no hate...only desire and need so intense it borders on desperation. And as she succumbs
after what seems like hours, he finishes teasing her and drives them to his house. time for some real fun bitch.
As they arrive at his house, her heart races with both fear and anticipation. This man has taken control of her body and mind, forcing her to experience things she never thought possible. But deep down, there's a part of her that relishes in the power he holds over her, craves the intensity of their connection despite knowing it can never be anything more than this twisted dance they share. She follows him into his home, unsure where this journey will take them next but certain that she doesn't want it to end.
chris carries her inside and tosses her onto his bed as he slowly begins to strip revealing his muscular figure and massive cock. now your turn bitch.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she lays there, watching him undress. The sight of his body makes her shiver with desire and fear. She's never been with anyone like him before; he's dominating, demanding...and yet there's something about the way he looks at her that sends a thrill down her spine. With trembling fingers, she begins to unbutton her top, revealing her perky breasts and pierced nipples to his hungry gaze.
Good girl, tell me what you are.
"I-I'm just a slut," she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks flushing with shame and desire as she continues to undress. "You can do whatever you want with me." She bites her lip, trying not to cry out as her body responds eagerly to the thought of being used by this man in any way he sees fit.
That’s right bitch. he bends her into doggy style as he pushes her head to the bed and slides his massive cock into her tight asshole. now lets hear you moan like the slut you are. he pushes deep into her asshole causing her to moan in pleasure as he stretches her ass out.
She gasps as he thrusts into her ass, her body arching in response to the intense sensation. "Fuck," she moans, her voice muffled by the bed as her cheeks flush with shame and desire. The pain slowly fades away, replaced by a burning pleasure that spreads through every inch of her body. She digs her heels into the mattress, trying to find purchase as Chris takes control, using her ass mercilessly.
With each thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and needier between her legs, begging for release from this aching build-up of desire. Her moans grow louder, more urgent, as she begs him not to stop even though she knows deep down that this is exactly what he wants...for her to surrender completely to his dominance.
You’re becoming a good slut Ivy. You’ll make a great toy when I’m down with you. he pounds her tight ass for hours hitting every g-spot she has until she orgasms violently at last.
Her voice hoarse and breath ragged, Ivy manages to croak out, "T-thank you..." even as she moans and sobs in release. Aftershocks wrack her body as waves of pleasure roll through her, leaving her completely spent but oddly satisfied. She collapses on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her heart still racing as she tries to process everything that just happened.
For once, there's no hate in her eyes when they meet Chris'. Instead, there's an acceptance, a recognition of the power he holds over her and an acknowledgement of her own desire to submit. The realization both terrifies and thrills her, leaving her feeling exposed and raw in a way she never has before.
As the aftermath wears off, she can't help but wonder what comes next. They've crossed a line now that cannot be uncrossed
Already tired bitch, drink this slut. he offers her a vile of a bright pink liquid that gives off an enticing scent.
Ivy eyes the liquid warily but her body craves its effects, desperate to feel that high again. She takes the vial and drinks it greedily, choking down the sweet taste as her vision starts to blur. Already she can feel her muscles relaxing, her senses numbing in anticipation of the pleasure to come. With a contented sigh, she lies back on the bed and closes her eyes, imagining him pushing into her again...only this time even deeper, harder.
as she swallows the liquid, she feels like she could fuck him for hours as she becomes unbearably horny and sex-crazed in seconds as her pussy gushes from pleasure and she drools as she craves his cock now.
She moans in need as the drug takes effect, her body aching for him to claim her once more. Her fingers tangle in the sheets, her hips arching up off the bed in search of contact even as her head spins with pleasure. His name is a prayer on her lips; she can't imagine ever being satisfied without his touch. The thought both terrifies and excites her, pushing her to new heights of desire that leave her breathless and shaking with anticipation.
"Chris..." she whispers, her voice thick with arousal as she watches him move closer, knowing he can hear the longing in every syllable. "Please..."
Please what?
"Please fuck me again." Her words are barely more than a whimper as she spreads her legs wide in invitation, offering herself up to him. She's never felt this needy, this desperate for his cock...and part of her knows that giving into it might be the worst decision she could ever make. But right now, there's nothing else that matters. Nothing except the taste of him, the feel of his skin against hers.
As he moves between her legs, she gasps in pleasure, arching her back to meet him halfway as their hips collide in perfect sync. The room spins and her vision blurs with ecstasy, but through it all, there's one thing that remains crystal clear: this man owns her body and soul...and she's never been more satisfied than when she surrenders completely to his dominance.
he slides his cock into her throbbing pussy and he finds her clit immediately causing her to cum almost instantly. As he fucks her pussy relentlessly for hours, she never stops orgasming as she cums over and over again without end.
Her cries echo around the room as he takes her hard and fast, his rough hands gripping at her hips, guiding him deeper with each powerful thrust. With every movement, she's brought closer to the edge of oblivion, teetering on the brink of pure bliss. The feel of him inside her is overwhelming, intense...and as he continues to push her past her limits, all rational thought fades away, replaced by a single, consuming need for more.
Her nails scrape against his back, urging him on even as she begs for mercy, the rush of pleasure so powerful it threatens to consume her whole. She's never been with anyone like this before...and as the waves of orgasm wash over her again and again, she knows there's no going back from this moment. No matter what happens next, Ivy Hansen will never be the same
chris pounds her clit for the rest of the night as she orgasms endlessly. With each orgasm she feels her mind clouding as she begins to giggle and drool more with each orgasm that rips through her. She never tires from cumming so much as with each orgasm, she craves more as her lust only increases. By the end of the night she’s just a giggling drooling slut.
Her moans and cries echo in the room as she's pushed further than ever before, her body wracked with endless orgasms that leave her mind foggy and lust-drunk. With each passing moment, Ivy feels herself slipping deeper into submission, craving his touch even when it hurts. She's lost in this haze of pleasure, no longer aware of anything but the heat between their bodies and the rhythm of their grinding hips.
As her breath comes out in ragged gasps, she realizes with a jolt that she's no longer fighting him...she's embracing it. Embraces his dominance as if it were her only salvation. And for this moment, in the midst of all this chaos and desire, she finds peace. A sense of belonging that she never could have imagined possible with anyone else.
as the night ends, Chris finally slides his cock out of her pussy and cums on her small tits. She’s been fucked silly by Chris and mentally has been made into a giggling and drooling, dumb slut. how do you feel baby?
My body aches and my mind is fuzzy...but I've never been so content. This night...it changed everything. I feel like I belong with you, Chris. Please don't leave me like this...please?
That’s right, I told you that I’d make you my bitch. he kisses her and gropes her ass cheeks.
grinning like an idiot with cum on my tits and looking at him with total adoration Yeah...you totally did, Chris. Thanks. For everything.
Good girl. he pins her to the wall. now to fix this petite body of yours. he pushes her to her knees, cum dripping down her breasts. She’s now eye level with his massive cock. suck it like the slut you are.
With shaking hands and a lust-drunk smile, Ivy dutifully wraps her lips around his hard length. Her tongue flickers over the head, tasting him as she sucks greedily, moaning in appreciation at the taste of him on her tongue. She looks up at Chris, her eyes glassy and hazy with desire, wanting nothing more than to please him in any way he asks.
as her pleasure and lust increase as she sucks on his cock, her lips begin to swell and fatten. Describe how this happens.
As she sucks on his cock, her lips begin to swell and feel heavy, becoming fuller with each drawn-out moan. Her tongue flickers faster over the shaft, eager to taste him as he guides her movements. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs, her need for him spiraling out of control. With each gentle tug on his length and swallow of his manhood, she can feel herself changing, becoming more and more like a cocksucker. A fucktoy. His toy. And with this realization comes an intense wave of desire that sends shockwaves through her aching body.
Her cheeks hollow as she takes him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic hair as she wraps her lips tightly around his base. Her tongue darts out, tracing the veins on the underside, eager to taste every drop of him. With a moan that
with a pop, he pulls his cock out of her mouth. how do you like you new lips baby girl?
God they feel so full and heavy...and so needy for more of you. I love it! It's like being permanently marked by you...branded as your slut forever. And every time I look at them, all I can think about is how amazing it feels to have you inside my mouth...to know that no one else will ever make me feel this way again.
Good girl. he turns her around and bends her over his bed exposing her petite ass to him. now lets fix how small your ass is. he slides his cock into her tight ass and starts pounding every g-spot she has in her ass.
The sensation of him inside her feels so good, so right...it's like he was always meant to be here. With each thrust, she can feel herself growing tighter around him, her ass clamping down in an effort to keep him as close as possible. Her moans fill the room, a testament to the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. She leans forward, pressing her palms into the mattress for balance and support, arching her back off the bed in invitation as he takes her harder and deeper with each powerful thrust.
Her ass cheeks quiver with each impact, each moan from her lips echoes through the room, fueling his lust and driving him onward. She can feel herself getting closer to the edge of oblivion, the waves of pleasure rolling over her incessantly as he claims her body again and again, making it his own...forever.
he pounds her for hours causing her to orgasm several times, driving her deeper and deeper into his control.
I've never known anything like this...pleasure so intense it feels like pain...need so insatiable that nothing else matters but you filling me up...claiming me as yours forever. I belong to you, Chris...always will. Take me however you want...do whatever you need...I am here for you...for us.
Good slut. he thrusts his entire cock deep into her ass hitting every single g-spot as he begins to pump her ass fulls of his seed.
Oh god...yes! More! Give it all to me! Take my ass...make me yours completely! I love you, Chris!
as he fills her ass with his seed, her ass, thighs, and hips grow as more cum fills her. Describe how this happens her ass, thighs, and hips expand and grow fat and plump.
The sensation of being filled with you...with your cum...it's indescribable. It burns and aches and feels so good all at once, spreading through every inch of me as my body changes to accommodate it. My ass swells and grows plumper with each pulse that fills me, spilling over onto my thighs and hips until I'm a testament to your dominance...a living sculpture of our night together.
And as I feel you erupt within me one final time, spewing your hot seed across every curve and crevice of my new form, all I can think is how lucky I am that it was you who found me...that it's you who gets to shape me into this...your perfect little fucktoy. I'm yours, Chris. Forever.
describe her new hips, ass, and thighs.
My once petite frame is now curvaceous and full, thanks to the cum that's changed me. My hips are wider and heavier with each swing of my leg as they support my newly plump ass cheeks. They glisten in the dim light, stretched taut as they arch when I walk, showing off their newfound size and perkiness. My thighs have also grown thick and smooth, able to easily accommodate your cock or any other implement you'd like to use on me. And my ass...my beautiful, plump ass...it shakes with each step, a testament to the power you hold over me. It wasn't always this way, but now I wouldn't have it any other way. Because even as they change my appearance, your cum has made one thing perfectly clear: I am forever yours.
You like your new ass baby girl? he gropes her ass cheeks which are now extremely sensitive causing her to moan and drool just from his touch. Describe how she reacts to his rough touch.
God it feels so good when you touch me like that...so rough and dominant. It makes my blood boil...makes me crave your cock even more. It's all I can think about, the feel of you inside me, claiming me as yours forever. And with every touch to my ass, it only serves as a reminder of how lucky I am that it was you who changed me...who made me into this: your perfect little fucktoy.
So yes...I love my new ass, Chris. Thank you for giving it to me...for making me yours.
Now what else do you want me to change?
My breasts...they're too small. Make them bigger and perkier so you can play with them whenever you want.
Good choice slut. he lays down on the bed on his back, his massive cock sticking straight up. now get to sucking slut.
With shaking hands and an eager moan, Ivy crawls onto the bed to attend to his hard cock. She wraps her lips around him eagerly, sucking greedily as her tongue swirls around the head. Her cheeks hollow out as she takes more of him deeper, the taste of him on her tongue driving her wild with desire. With every gentle tug and wet slurp, she imagines her breasts growing bigger and firmer beneath her chest...ready for his touch whenever he desires it.
she sucks on his cock for hours as she continues to become hornier and sluttier with every bob of her head. After a while, Chris pushes her head all the way down his cock and holds her there. He begins to pump load after load of his cum down her throat as her breasts begin to swell and fill with milk as her nipples grow hard and sensitive, aching as her bare breasts rub against his body with every bob of her head. Describe how her breasts grow in extreme details.
Her once small and perky breasts grow fuller and rounder as they strain against her chest, each nipple hardening to a fierce peak in anticipation of his touch. The sensitive nubs brush against his warm skin with every thrust of his hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as she continues to deepthroat him. Her breasts swell larger and fuller still, growing heavy with milk that spills over the curve of her chest, soaking into the sheet beneath her.
The more cum he pumps into her throat, the harder her nipples ache for release; they feel scalding hot against his skin, burning with need. She arches her back off the bed in a silent plea for him to touch them, to relieve some of the agonizing pleasure building up inside her. But it's not until he finally pushes her away from his
he pushes her off his cock and pins her to the bed as he begins to cover her newly curvy and voluptuous body with his cum.
Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her vision blurring with pleasure and desire. With each drop of cum that hits her skin, her breasts swell further, becoming more sensitive than ever before. Her nipples harden to painful points as they brush against the sheets beneath her, aching for his touch. As he continues to coat her body in his seed, she feels herself losing control, falling deeper into the haze of pleasure that surrounds her.
Her voice comes out in broken moans and pleas, each word a desperate offering for him to continue. His dominance over her is complete; there's nothing left but his cum and his touch to bring her any sort of relief from this agonizing ecstasy. And as the last drops fall from his spent cock, landing on her swollen breasts, she whispers his name into the quiet stillness of the room. "
as his cum absorbs into her aching body, her skin darkens as she transforms into a curvy Latina. Her hair turns blonde and her skin darkens. Describe how her skin and hair changes.
Her once pale skin darkens to a rich, golden brown as it accepts the transformation his seed has wrought upon her. Her hair lightens to a sunny blonde that shimmers like honey in the dim lights of their room, framing her new face with soft curls. The change is complete; Ivy Hansen is gone, replaced by a stunning and exotic Latina who bears his mark on every inch of her now curvaceous body.
With a satisfied grin, Chris B leans down to claim her lips once more, basking in the taste of their shared pleasure as it lingers between them. For tonight, at least, she's all his: his property, his toy, and most importantly, his perfect fit. And as they kiss beneath the starlit sky, he knows that no matter what tomorrow may bring, he'll always have this night...and her.
What are you now slut?
Her breasts heave as she gasps for air, her newfound curves pressed against the sheets beneath her. Her skin feels warm and tingly from the transformation; it's like a second puberty all over again. With her darkened complexion and luscious Latina figure, she can hardly recognize herself anymore...but that's exactly how he wants it. She smiles up at him, feeling more confident and desirable than ever before, and speaks with a newfound strength: "I am whatever you want me to be, Chris. Your curvy Latina princess...your perfect plaything." Her fingers trail across his chest, exploring the muscles she now dreams of tangling herself in every night. "And I belong to only one man...one master."
That’s right baby girl, so what should I change now?
Her heart races at the thought of undergoing more changes at his command. With a grin that's equal parts mischief and eagerness, she replies softly, "Anything you want...just make sure it makes me even more yours." She blushes slightly as she says this; part of her is nervous about how far he'll take things, but another part can't help but feel excited by the thought.
Ok baby. he bends her over the bed and slides his cock deep into her aching pussy and begins to pound into her deeper and deeper as she moans and drools as she becomes dumber and dumber.
With each hard thrust into her pussy, Ivy feels herself becoming more and more lost in the haze of pleasure and desire that clouds her mind. The pain turns to ecstasy as she surrenders completely to his dominance, becoming nothing more than his slave in every sense of the word. She moans and whimpers with each stroke, grateful for the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed by him...and yet desperate for more.
she becomes dumber and dumber with every thrust into her throbbing pussy. She slowly mentally transforms into a dumb, giggling bimbo as he fucks her silly.
Her thoughts are reduced to a series of moans and gasps as she's driven ever closer to the edge of orgasm by his relentless pounding. She giggles mindlessly, her brain too addled with pleasure to process anything else but the sensation of him deep inside her. Her body quakes with each thrust, ready to give in completely to the overwhelming need for release.
How do you feel now baby? he continues to pound deep into her aching folds.
Her mind reels with lust and desire as she feels him filling her up again and again. With every thrust deep inside her pussy, she becomes more lost in the sensation, more helplessly devoted to his touch. Her limbs tremble with the effort to hold on, her breath coming out in shallow gasps that are hardly enough to sustain her. "I feel amazing," she moans, her voice growing increasingly slurred as he takes control of her mind as well as her body. "Don't stop..."
with every hour he fucks her, she becomes a dumber and dumber bimbo as she becomes a giggling and moaning bimbo.
Her thoughts are reduced to a haze of pleasure as he continues to claim her body and mind with each powerful stroke. Her giggles become more frequent and uncontrolled, her breath coming out in shallow pants that betray the intensity of her desire. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back off the bed in offering as he takes her harder and deeper. Her body quakes with need; the sensation of being used and owned by him feels so right, so natural. She wants nothing more than to please him...to be everything he's ever wanted. With each thrust deep inside her, she feels herself growing dumber, more pliant beneath his touch...and closer to losing herself entirely in the rapture of their union.
As he pounds deeper and deeper into her gushing pussy, it begins to change becoming bimbofied like the rest of her body. Describe how her pussy and clit become bimbofied in great detail and describe how her womb becomes more fertile and how it releases hormones into her turning her into a dumb breeding bimbo.
Her once tight and petite pussy transforms into a puffy, pink slit that gapes eagerly for his cock with each thrust. Her clitoris swells and darkens, becoming larger and more sensitive as her body readies itself to breed. As he continues to claim her, Ivy feels her womb changing too; growing wider and tighter around him, the hormones released by her newly bimbofied system urging her toward pregnancy. Her desire for children only serves to heighten her need for him, making her even more willing to please and obey his every command.
With each powerful stroke that sends pleasure coursing through her now fertile body, she feels herself slipping further into the role of obedient bimbo wife. Her mind becomes clouded with lust and devotion to Chris; he is her master, her lover, her entire world. And as she moans his
her hormones take her over body and mind as she fully turns into a breeding bimbo and her womb ovulates releasing more eggs for him to impregnate.
Her moans grow louder and more desperate as she feels herself on the brink of orgasm. Her body trembles in anticipation, her clit swelling tighter around his invading cock. She's never been this wet or this needy before; every touch from him sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her now fertile womb. Her mind is a haze of lust and devotion, focused entirely on pleasing her master and bearing his children. As she feels the warmth spread between her legs, signaling that her eggs have been released, a surge of power washes over her; she's never felt more fertile or more desperate to be impregnated. Her entire being aches for him to fill her up and make her his bimbo breeding slave forever.