You moan into Anthony’s mouth, tongues writhing in a euphoric dance of passion. Your lips move independently as Fred starts to stroke your hair, pulling the skin of your face lightly and massaging your entire head.  

“Please fuck me!” You beg the brawny men, melting in their arms as Anthony kneels before you.

You feel a sudden sense of authoritative power finally towering over such a big man, but then he starts sucking on your plush breasts. It sucks the confidence right out of your system, leaving you a whimpering slut begging for sex.

Fred laughs as you grip his cock, letting it throb into your palm as you feel him mistakenly pull the glasses off the top of your head. You had figured out that keeping them there stabilized your transformation, and now you can feel yourself deflate.

“My bad!” He chuckles, immediately placing the glasses back over your eyes.  

You instantly feel a rush, and shiver as you take a deep breath. It doesn’t stop you from smiling lustfully as your hips buck, mind treading through molasses as you feel the glasses are change you further. Your heart beats faster as you’re motorboated, Anthony unaware of anything happening between you and Fred as your mind plummets further down the bimbo rabbit hole than you’d been ready for.

What’s your response? ❤️

“Please, get these off me, Fred!”

“Thanks for the boost, Daddy!”