This choice: He frown lightly, it's not enough. He changes you once more • Go Back...Chapter #8He frown lightly, it's not enough. He chang... by: Zeronominous   He's holding your rubber panties form into a tight clutch as his grin fall lightly, he move in the hallway after having put Jennifer's dildo back where it was and made sure her room look undisturbed. And walk right past the twins' room. He tap his foot impatiently.
"You know... I don't think I'm satisfied yet, I mean... I feel like I could do worst to you then that..."
He pace the hallway a little more, deep in his thought when his foot hit the master bedroom door and he find himself peering into your parent's room. He stops in his track, lightly tapping his foot.
"You know... maybe I was going about this the wrong way, maybe instead of trying to make you feel bad about being wrapped around young innocent girls' crotches..."
He doesn't finish his sentence, before slipping into the room and closing the door behind. He start rummaging around, something he hasn't done since he's been little and got chastised by your mom. It takes a moment before he really find anything, but eventually he let out a low whistle, that you know can only mean troubles for you. He unclench his fist on you and let you dangle, and as you slow from the wild release. You can see a drawer full with all kinds of sexual pleasure toys, for woman, man and both.
"Aha... ha... did you know the parents were such freaks? Oh well, that'll serve me well. One more, one less, they won't know any better"
You wanna say that he's a bit foolish, but there's easily two dozens various toys in there, making you feel less then stellar. He push the rubber brush to you and start to change your form even more tremendously, as he work on you, he only keep a hold of one bit of your rubber strap. Slowly, you grow longer, heavier with coatings after coatings being applied yet to you. It's the most alien shape he's put you through so far. You're all in one part, yet almost feeling like you're made of parts. When he's done, he chuckle and make you bounce a couple of times, your bulbous ball parts making firm rubber clucking sounds as they hit each other. He go over to your mother's vanity, and let you dangle loose in all your changed glory.
A string of six rubber anal beads! Each ball part of you, easily the size of a tennis ball. He sways you slowly in the air, whistling a funeral tune for you. As you nearly shiver down to your soul, at the perspective of being shoved up your mother's ass.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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