Defiance

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Starting out mean. Probably gonna get meaner as the season progresses...

“Oh, come now, I know you like it really. Why else would you keep coming back to me?” Mistress Honeypot adjusted a long black glove and smiled wickedly. “Just embrace it. The more you resist, the harder I am going to make it for you!” And with a wrinkle of her nose her subject's breasts grew another size.

“Ohhhh!!” Sandro moaned as his knees buckled. The towering heels he was perched on caused him to lurch forward resulting in his brand new shiny round ass jutting up for his mistress's pleasure. Every inch of his ridiculous bimbofied body rippled with electricity and he had to fight to keep his mind clear. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes begging for mercy, but the tall imposing woman before him remained unmoved. The fire in his skin centred around a furnace between his legs and he fought with everything he had left to resist the urge to slip his slender acrylic tipped fingers beneath the pink spandex thong and work his throbbing clitoris.

“I will get you in the end,” Mistress Honeypot sighed and paused to listen to him pant. “I always get what I want. And once you succumb and rub that pretty little pussy into a frenzy, you will be stuck with the body you have when those sweet cries of ecstasy roll over those plump dick suckers you have.” She clicked her fingers and as if to prove a point, Sandro's already sizeable lips fattened even further giving him a permanent pout. “Ultimately you're only making this worse for yourself. If you weren't so stubborn, you would have had a splendid little female body to enjoy – now look at you! You're going to spend the rest of your life as a walking wet dream.”

“Hhhhhuuhhh,” Sandro gasped and tried desperately to stand up straight but the giant globes hanging from his chest weighed him down and he only succeeded in tilting his head back. A long bleached-blonde ponytail cascaded down his back and settled between his ass cheeks setting off a whole new level of desire from within him. His mind blurred and he found himself fantasizing about having his hair pulled as something long and hard parted his backside. “No!!” he cried, “FOCUS!” The dominatrix's laughter broke his thoughts and he realised in horror he had screamed out loud. Regret seized him in that moment. Why did he have to take his dirty little orgasm denial fetish from camgirls to the real deal? Hands off...hands on. Red light...green light. He wished he had given himself a hands off or a big red light the second he found Mistress Honeypot on OnlyFemmes and started typing out the DM to send her.

“I must say, I am impressed!” The tall woman smiled coldly. “No man has ever lasted this long before...” She snapped her fingers and Sandro's tits ballooned another three sizes until they heaved against the soft fabric that housed them. His face flushed with a cocktail of pleasure and shame. “But you what they say...the bigger they are, the harder them cum!” She placed her hands on her hourglass hips as her new bimbo collapsed onto the white leather sofa, tore off the pink thong and frantically jammed four fingers into a waiting, gushing mound.