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“Wh-why do I feel so awkward and… submissive…?” My voice wavered, embarrassed and self-conscious about both my newfound lack of confidence and my increasingly high-pitched voice.

Vanessa simply stared as her lips curled into a devious smirk. The fact that she now intimidated me only made the knot in my throat grow. Not literally, as my Adam's apple was in the process of dissolving into smoothness. I felt tight, almost painfully so like every muscle was simultaneously being squeezed to its limit. Things started to look bigger - including Vanessa.

"Because I'm making you feel that way, dumbass," she replied matter-of-of-factly and pointed to the softly glowing amulet around her neck. "I know you like this." She chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with a predatory lust as she took another step closer. With each step, I felt myself press against my chair in new ways, getting harder to ignore my swollen chest and pinching waist. "You'll learn to love serving me."

Her fingernails tapped against my chest with a soft click-clack rhythm; it was driving me wild. My nipples stood taut, straining against the fabric of my shirt as if they were begging for more attention. They pushed forwards into her hungry grasp, titty flesh expanding into perky breasts that made me blush uncontrollably from their sensitivity. She ran a finger over my nipples - I huffed in arousal and stifled a moan. My gaze drifted down to her hands, wistfully watching them move slowly towards the hem of my shirt, teasingly tracing over my flattening stomach and curving sides before pulling it upwards with a sudden jerk. Her nails traced invisible lines, etching tattoos into my skin as I squirmed at the sight of my girly stomach moving with each breath. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of my pants, teasingly tracing circles around the erect bulge that was slowly shrinking. I could feel it beneath the fabric, almost pulsing as its length diminished and it folded in on itself. With a hand planted around my fattening thigh, she played with the loose fabric that used to be pulled taut by my dick as if she was waiting for my last vestige of manhood to vanish. My butt swelled, distinctly soft and larger with each second, filling the behind of my boxers with the heart-shaped ass of a woman.

It was all too much! I felt my cheeks heat up; even after everything she'd done to me already, I still reacted. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to make such a good little slut for me," she purred before her tongue gently flicked out to graze my lobe.

I twitched as moisture engulfed my pussy, making us both moan - a high-pitched giggle from her and a whimper from me. Smiling wickedly, she stood up straight once more, her hips swaying enticingly as she strutted towards her closet with a devilish grin. "Now, what should I name you?"

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“Wh-why do I feel so awkward and… submissive…?” My voice wavered, embarrassed and self-conscious about both my newfound lack of confidence and my increasingly high-pitched voice.

Vanessa simply stared as her lips curled into a devious smirk. The fact that she now intimidated me only made the knot in my throat grow. Not literally, as my Adam's apple was in the process of dissolving into smoothness. I felt tight, almost painfully so like every muscle was simultaneously being squeezed to its limit. Things started to look bigger - including Vanessa.

"Because I'm making you feel that way, dumbass," she replied matter-of-of-factly and pointed to the softly glowing amulet around her neck. "I know you like this." She chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with a predatory lust as she took another step closer. With each step, I felt myself press against my chair in new ways, getting harder to ignore my swollen chest and pinching waist. "You'll learn to love serving me."

Her fingernails tapped against my chest with a soft click-clack rhythm; it was driving me wild. My nipples stood taut, straining against the fabric of my shirt as if they were begging for more attention. They pushed forwards into her hungry grasp, titty flesh expanding into perky breasts that made me blush uncontrollably from their sensitivity. She ran a finger over my nipples - I huffed in arousal and stifled a moan. My gaze drifted down to her hands, wistfully watching them move slowly towards the hem of my shirt, teasingly tracing over my flattening stomach and curving sides before pulling it upwards with a sudden jerk. Her nails traced invisible lines, etching tattoos into my skin as I squirmed at the sight of my girly stomach moving with each breath. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of my pants, teasingly tracing circles around the erect bulge that was slowly shrinking. I could feel it beneath the fabric, almost pulsing as its length diminished and it folded in on itself. With a hand planted around my fattening thigh, she played with the loose fabric that used to be pulled taut by my dick as if she was waiting for my last vestige of manhood to vanish. My butt swelled, distinctly soft and larger with each second, filling the behind of my boxers with the heart-shaped ass of a woman.

It was all too much! I felt my cheeks heat up; even after everything she'd done to me already, I still reacted. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to make such a good little slut for me," she purred before her tongue gently flicked out to graze my lobe.

I twitched as moisture engulfed my pussy, making us both moan - a high-pitched giggle from her and a whimper from me. Smiling wickedly, she stood up straight once more, her hips swaying enticingly as she strutted towards her closet with a devilish grin. "Now, what should I name you?"