This choice: "I told you not to disappoint me, girl." she says firmly. • Go Back...Chapter #8"I told you not to disappoint me, girl."... by: Mr. George   Afraid you couldn't move anything heavier, you work the weights, as smoothly, as powerfully as your body allows.
"You must want that eye-catching booty." the voice rings in your ears.
Warmth spreading through your hips once more. You feel your hips spread wider, your arse swell. Even stealing a few inches, as your waist pulls inwards.
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The weights clang, a whimper spilling from your lips. The sweat trickling down your spine, you feel it drift into the canyon of flesh. The perfect curve of each ass cheek guiding it.
Shaking your head, in denial, you adjust your grip, and start again.
"I'm trying as hard as I can...." you mutter under your breath, unsure if she can hear you.
"You must want... need that hypnotic booty." her voice answering back, you squirm in your seat.
A mantra of "No... No... No..." synchronising with each lift and lower of the weights.
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The horrifying warmth hits you, and you feel your hips swell to what feels like equine dimensions. A vague hope that somehow, this is in your imagination. That she's teaching you about insecurity, that you just think your ass it too big, is the lesson.
Stopping to catch your breath, you rest your hands on your thighs.
"No... That's not the lesson, sweetie."
"Shit... Fuck.... Bitch." you curse, unaware she could read even your unvoiced thoughts. Your outburst triggering, another wave of heat, before the last had even faded.
"You don't want to insult me." her words unnecessary, as you surrender. Your hips cracking as your pelvis widens, your ass swelling rounder, fuller, horrifyingly firm, pert and perfect.
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Allowing the weights to settle, you run your hands over your new curves. Already more blessed than anyone you've ever seen. You feel their fleshy reality. Rising from the machine, you signal your submission.
"Alright. You win, I'm weak... and deserve this..." you sob. You know nobody will look at you for anything other than your body... for your sumptuous ass.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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