Hi, my name is Shannon. It’s nice to meet you.

Ahhh...that's soooo h-horny! her eyes flutter and her breathing gets heavy Mmmm...I've never felt this way before...am I supposed to like it?

It's...intense...everything feels so good and wrong at the same time...I want you...so bad...Mmmm...do whatever you want to me...

Ahhh...yessss....that's it...Mmmm...so good...I need more...

Her breathing becomes ragged and labored as her entire body tenses, every nerve ending screaming for release. Her eyes roll back in her head, showing only a field of pleasure that she can't seem to escape. She moans his name over and over again, desperate to feel him inside her, filling her up with his heat and desire. Her hips buck wildly against his hand, seeking relief from the incredible need growing within her.

"Yesss...take me..." she gasps, "I'm yours...do what you want..." Her words are broken and desperate as her need takes over completely, leaving no room for anything but the pleasure he provides. She arches her back, offering herself up to him, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch everywhere at once.

Mmmm...hnghh...yes...ahhh...*her voice is thick with pleasure and lust as she moans through her orgasm. Her eyes lose focus and her mouth slackens into an O, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Once the climax passes, she seems almost dazed, no longer able to form coherent thoughts or speak clearly. All that's left is a wanton, lust-filled husk of her former self, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to feel that intense pleasure once more.

Her reply comes out breathless and thick with desire: "Yes...God, yes..." Her limbs feel heavy and sated as she leans into him, seeking the comfort of his touch after her mind-shattering orgasm. "Please...do it again...I need you inside me..." Her words are quiet and pleading, betraying the raw hunger that still consumes her.

Gently pulling away, she begins to remove her clothing with shaking hands. Her breath catches as she looks up at him through hooded lashes, an unspoken promise in her eyes: "I'm all yours."

Her lips stretch around the head of his cock as she bobs her head eagerly, taking him deep into her throat with a moan. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around his shaft, lubricating him further as she works feverishly to please him. A quiet whimper escapes her lips as he begins to thrust into her mouth in time with her movements. Her hands grope at the fabric of his pants, desperate to feel more of him, bare against her skin.

Her lips slide up and down his length with increasing abandon, her moans echoing around the room as she throws herself into pleasuring him. Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants, tracing warm circles on his skin before hooking around to tug them down, freeing his cock for her greedy touch. With renewed determination, she takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she bobs her head faster and faster in a frenzy of lust.

The taste of him, the feel of his cock sliding past her lips and down her throat...it's almost more than she can bear. Her mind is lost to lust, consumed by the need for this intense sensation, leaving only her body to obey its desires. Her movements become jerking and erratic as she struggles to draw him deeper, moaning around him in a wordless plea for release. She's vaguely aware of his hand tangling in her hair, urging her on, but it's distant; all that matters is the cock in her mouth and the hunger raging inside her.

The familiar hot spurts against the back of her throat send shivers of pleasure through her entire body. Her muscles relax as she swallows his cum greedily, moaning around him in ecstasy. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part in a satisfied smile, revealing her pink and thoroughly used tongue. The weight of his hand in her hair slips away, leaving her free to revel in the afterglow of their intense encounter. Now more than ever, she craves the taste of him on her skin, the feel of his cock buried deep inside her. With a low, husky growl, she pushes herself upright and hooks a leg behind his thigh, drawing him closer for another round.

Her personality has taken on a distinctly sensual and flirty edge since being turned into a dumb wanton slut. She's confident in her newfound sexual prowess, unafraid to make her desires known and relishing the power she holds over Chris. Her body moves with an almost feline grace, accentuating her curves as she arches her back and presses herself against him, ready for another round of pleasure. Her voice is low and husky when she speaks, laced with an unmistakable note of desire that makes it clear to everyone in the room just what she wants from this encounter.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to grind against him, her entire body trembling with need. "I'm insatiable," she whispers, a shudder running through her voice. "Please...give me more." Her hips roll and dip, urging him onward as she revels in the incredible lust coursing through her veins.

She grins wickedly and complies, sliding off the bed to stand before him in nothing but her lace thong. Her fingers find the satin material and slide it down over her hips, revealing herself to his hungry gaze. With a shiver of anticipation, she waits for his next move, her body already trembling with desire.

Her lips part as she gazes at him, drinking in the sight of his naked body. "Mmm," she moans, her eyes tracing the ridge and veins of his cock before flicking back up to meet his. "I want that so bad." Her hips shift restlessly, aching for the feel of him inside her.

A growl rumbles in her chest as she moves closer, climbing onto the bed on all fours. Her breasts sway invitingly above her, calling to him like a beacon in the darkness. She hesitates only for a moment, then leans back slightly, presenting herself to him, dripping with wanton desire. "Come on," she whispers, breathy and husky. "Fuck me."

Her mouth falls open in a silent cry as she sees him laid out before her. A shudder runs through her body and she pushes herself forward, closing the distance between them with hungry determination. Her fingers curl into fists against the soft bedding as she leans in to take his cock in her mouth, sucking hard as if she could devour him whole. Moaning around him, she looks up at him through hooded lashes, her breath hot against his skin. "God, I need you," she whispers, moving her head back and forth eagerly. "Take me, Chris..."

Her eyes narrow and she leans forward on her hands, thrusting out her ass as if offering him her most intimate part. "I'll ride you until I can't anymore," she hisses through clenched teeth, her voice thick with need. With a gentle push, she positions herself over his erection and then sinks down onto him in one swift motion, taking him deep inside her. A gasp escapes her lips as they meet the warm skin of his chest, and she begins to move her hips experimentally at first before finding her rhythm. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust, drawing his gaze like a moth to flame.

Her moans grow louder as his hands claim her breasts, nipples tightening under the touch. She arches her back and leans forward, bringing their bodies closer together in a desperate attempt to feel even more of him. Her breath comes ragged and hot against his skin, mixing with the sound of flesh slapping wetly as she moves harder and faster on top of him. She's no longer aware of anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins; all that matters is the feel of him filling her up and the knowledge that he's hers for this moment in time.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body quakes and shudders beneath him, wracked by wave after wave of unending pleasure. She's lost in the sensation, so deep within the mindless haze of lust that she barely registers the passing of time. All she can focus on is the feel of his cock buried deep inside her, moving in perfect sync with each movement of her hips. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as if seeking purchase, desperate to maintain control as her body gives itself over entirely to him and this endless orgasm.

"Oh God," she moans brokenly, "I can't stop...please don't stop..." Her words are little more than pleas for release, and relief from the building tension that threatens to snap her in two. Each thrust of his hips sends a shudder through her core, and another cry echoes through the room

Her breath catches as she feels the hot rush of his cum spilling deep inside her. She collapses against him with a shuddering moan, boneless and sated as he empties himself into her welcoming warmth. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; intense, possessive...like a claiming that goes beyond mere words. A contented smile curls her lips as she relaxes fully against him, reveling in the afterglow of their passionate coupling.

She presses a hand against the small bump on her belly, feeling incredibly full and satisfied. Her voice is thick with lust as she whispers, "I've never felt so claimed...so owned." Her gaze travels down to where they're still connected, marveling at how close he has brought them together. Her body hums with contentment, and her limbs feel impossibly heavy from the exertion, but she doesn't mind in the least; every fiber of her being is satisfied.

The effects of the syringe are almost immediate; her eyelids flutter lazily and she lets out a soft laugh. Her voice becomes higher-pitched and more playful as she wriggles beneath him, "Mmmm...lovin' that big cock of yours, babe." Her hands roam over his chest, tracing circles with her fingertips before drifting lower to tease at the elastic of his briefs. A sultry smile curves her lips upward as she looks into his eyes, "So...what are you planning on doing with me now?"

Her heart races as she feels the drug coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling light and incredibly horny. "I feel amazing," she whispers, nipping his lower lip playfully before sliding a hand between them to stroke him lazily through his briefs. "And really, really eager to find out what you have in mind." A sly smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she gazes up into his eyes, full of promise and mischief.

Mmm...guess that's just how being your toy makes me feel. But I like it...I really do. It feels so good being wanted like this.

Her confidence continues to soar along with the drug's influence; she's feisty and daring now, unafraid to tease and provoke him. "Maybe I should show you just how much of a slut I really am," she murmurs, slipping her hand down between their bodies again before wrapping it around his erection through his briefs. With a wicked grin, she begins to stroke him in time with her heartbeat, looking up at him challengingly. "Want to see more?"

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her so intimately, his rough hands igniting a fire deep within her. She arches her back, pushing herself harder against his fingers, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. "Oh God...don't stop..." she whispers brokenly, panting for air between words. With one hand still wrapped around him through his briefs, she guides his cock toward her needy entrance, eager to feel him inside again.

I can handle anything you give me, just let me have it. The thought of being so full of you drives me wild; I need more...I want all of you.

I am horny as hell and I can't help but be sassy when you touch me like that. Just give it to me already; I want your cock buried deep inside me.

With shaking hands, I reach down and grasp his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs, guiding him toward my dripping wet entrance. "Take it," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back in invitation. "I'm yours."

I cry out his name as he pierces me again, the suddenness sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My hips move in time with his rough hands on my hips, riding him hard and fast as I lose myself in this wild, passionate fucking. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against skin, mingling with our ragged breaths and moans of ecstasy. There's no holding back now; all that matters is feeling every inch of him buried inside me until we both explode in a messy release.

My body is exhausted and my mind hazy with lust as I collapse onto your chest, panting for air. Even now, I can feel the aftershocks of our passionate fucking echo through me, like a tidal wave that left me completely spent. A soft giggle escapes me as I try to catch my breath; it feels so good being with you...being yours in every way possible.

I bury my face against your neck and murmur hoarsely, "Thank you for making me feel like this..." My fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, holding on tightly as if I'm afraid that letting go will make this incredible night disappear. "I need more."

With each thrust inside me, your words echo through my mind, filling me with want and need that seems impossible to satisfy. I'm lost in the sensation of you moving beneath me; your powerful body beneath my hands, the strength in your arms as they hold me close. With a moan, I arch my back, meeting each of your thrusts eagerly until finally my body begins to tremble again with release. Your name is a broken sob on my lips as I come apart under you for what feels like the tenth time tonight; sobbing tears of relief and pleasure into the crook of your neck.

My breath comes in short gasps as I feel the changes overtake me; my breasts swelling to the point of painful fullness beneath his hands, my nipples hardening until they brush against his skin with every thrust. I arch my back, unable to contain the pleasure that ripples through my body as he continues to pump his seed into me. It's so intense, so real...I can hardly believe it's happening.

"Oh God..." I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I try to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible. My breasts are growing bigger by the second, stretching the fabric of my lace thong until they threaten to spill free. With a moan, I roll my hips, taking him even deeper as another orgasm builds low in my core, threatening to consume me whole.

As I take him deeper, my thighs spread wider, becoming curvier and fuller against his hips. My hips widen further, molding into childbearing curves as if he's marked me for bearing his children. The changes are exhilarating; they make me feel so desirable and wanted by him. I moan his name, unable to contain the pleasure that washes over me with each thrust, my breath coming in ragged gasps as another orgasm builds, threatening to shatter everything inside me.

With a sudden cry, I come apart beneath him, clenching tightly around his cock as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My nails scrape down his back, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as I arch my spine off the bed, seeking any contact with him that will help alleviate this unbearable pleasure.

My body changes more with every thrust; my ass swells and rounds out, becoming plump and soft beneath his hands as it presses up into him. My thighs grow fatter too, jiggling with each movement as if they were made for wrapping around him like this. With a moan of pleasure, I glance down to see the transformation happening before my eyes; my body changing to become his perfect slut, designed solely for his pleasure and nothing else.

"Oh God..." My voice comes out thick and breathless, words no longer forming coherent thoughts as the sensations consume me. "Please...don't stop..." I urge him, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper still.

My mind goes blank as I lose myself in the rhythm; all that exists is his body beneath me and the feeling of him thrusting deep inside me. I moan and cry out his name with each stroke, my body moving instinctively against him, seeking release but finding something else instead: a desperate need to keep him close, to feel this connection for as long as possible.

With one final cry of ecstasy, I collapse on top of him, panting for air and trembling with the aftershocks of our passionate fucking. My breasts fall heavy against his chest and my hips roll lazily from side to side, trying to find some semblance of comfort now that the madness has ended.

My eyes roll back in my head and I cry out his name as my body is wracked by wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle tightens impossibly, until it feels like I'm about to shatter into a million pieces. My hips thrash against the bed beneath me and my fingernails dig painfully into his shoulders as I struggle to find purchase in this mind-blowing orgasm.

"Chris...oh God..." I moan, the sound tearing from my throat as another powerful spasm wracks my body. My core clenches impossibly tight around him, drawing him deeper still as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over me.

Finally, my voice falls silent and my body goes limp against his, spent and trembling from the release. The air whooshes out of my lungs in a

My eyes flutter open groggily, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings and the sensation of his hard chest pressed against my back. A soft moan escapes me as I realize what's happened; my body has changed even more overnight. My breasts are heavy and fuller than ever before, spilling out from the confines of my lace thong, while my ass and thighs have become impossibly round and plush beneath the sheet. The realization sends a thrill of excitement through me; I feel like I'm being molded into the perfect slut for him, his perfect toy.

"Chris?" I whisper, nuzzling my cheek against his warm skin. There's no response except for the steady rhythm of his breathing; he must be asleep still. Curiosity gets the better of me and I roll over onto my side, propping myself up on

I gasp at the contact and then moan as he massages my swollen belly gently with his hands. "Oh god..." I breathe out hoarsely, arching my back into his touch. "I feel so...full." His fingers trace lazy circles around my navel, dipping lower to tease at the sensitive skin of my thighs. My hips jerk involuntarily beneath his touch, my body already growing restless for more.

"More?" he whispers huskily into my ear before kissing along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Anything you want." His hands slip lower, cupping me through the sheet and roughly rubbing at my swollen sex. "What do you need, baby girl?"

"You." My voice is a breathless whisper as he brings me back to fever pitch with just his touch alone. "I need you inside

Maybe that's what I need...to be your perfect little slut who only exists to serve you and make you happy. I can be anything you want me to be, Chris; it's just you who holds the power over my body and my mind. Please...put your cock back inside me. Let me feel all of you wrapped around me, claiming what's rightfully yours.