“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. “So wet and ready for me.” His thumb found my clit, circling it with maddening slowness, and I keened, my back arching as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.
The machine’s hum reached a fever pitch, its lights strobing wildly, and I felt like I was being pulled apart, rebuilt, remade by the sheer intensity of my arousal. I was lost, consumed by the fire raging through my veins, the only thought in my mind the desperate need for more, more, MORE.
Dr. Depravity’s fingers delved deeper, pumping into me in a relentless rhythm that had me seeing stars. I was a creature of pure sensation, my mind blanked by the overwhelming pleasure, my body a slave to the insistent throbbing in my core.
“Come for me, Lumina,” he commanded, his voice a dark, seductive purr. “Let go and give me what’s mine.”
I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping and trembling in its aftermath. Dr. Depravity’s fingers never stopped moving, milking every last tremor from my spasming body as he coaxed out wave after wave of pleasure.
As the aftershocks of my climax faded, I felt a strange, tingling sensation wash over me. It started at my toes and worked its way up, like a thousand tiny fingers tracing my skin. I gasped, my eyes flying open to meet Dr. Depravity’s triumphant gaze.
“What… what are you doing to me?” I managed to stammer, my voice thick and husky.
He smiled, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and dark amusement. “My machine, it’s not just amplifying your desires, Lumina. It’s reshaping you, transforming you into the perfect specimen.”
I felt it then, a subtle but unmistakable change in my body. My breasts, already swollen with arousal, grew even larger, straining against the torn fabric of my costume until the fabric began to rip. My chest heaved with each ragged breath as I watched in horror and fascination as my body reshaped itself under Dr. Depravity’s control. My nipples, already stiff and aching, grew longer and darker, pebbled with a sensitivity that made me whimper at the slightest touch. And my breasts, no they were really tits now, kept growing.
My tits, huge and heavy, bounced and swayed with each breath, the torn fabric of my costume barely containing them. I stared at them in shock, my hands automatically lifting to cup the impossibly large mounds. They felt so soft, so full, like two ripe melons in my palms. I squeezed gently, marveling at the way they yielded to my touch, the way my nipples puckered even harder, begging for attention.
When had my hands been unchained? Why wasn’t I running? Why wasn’t I fighting?
Dr. Depravity’s fingers trailed down my stomach, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through me. “Look at you now, Lumina,” he purred, his eyes me in. My hair, once a short, practical bob, now cascaded down my back in a tumble of golden waves. It felt silky and heavy, brushing against my breasts with every movement. I lifted a hand, running my fingers through the strands, marveling at the way they fell back into place.
As I explored my new hair, Dr. Depravity’s fingers continued their sensual exploration of my body. He cupped my ass, his palm pressing against the curve of my cheek, and I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of my skin stretched taut over the new, fuller contours. My ass was rounder, plumper, and the fabric of my costume strained against the swell of it.
“Your ass is perfect now,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the seam where my cheeks met. “So round and juicy, just begging to be spanked.”
