This choice: Sam confessing to poisoning your old body, and loving your survival. • Go Back...Chapter #6Sam confessing to poisoning your old body, and ... by: Mr. George   Mind still spinning you arrive back home. Well, Miss. Woodrow's house. She corrects you rather quickly, Ms. Woodrow's house. This may have been your home, but it's now your former estate. Maximillion Gibbons is no more. The weight tugging at your shoulders a constant reminder, and the sloshing of your chest with the least movement, and the mile of cleavage. None of it gives you any chance of forgetting your new body and status.
"Please, Sam... I need a friend, right now." you tell her plaintively. The desperation colouring your words seeping through. You aren't strong, right now, after the procedure, and looking at your body, you doubt you'll ever feel that same sense of power and control from looking at your body.
Those scrawny arms aren't made for the gym, nor those juicy thighs for any activity beyond the bedroom. You shudder, as that image surfaces. Yourself skewered on some guy's cock. Riding it like a bucking horse. That immense arse bouncing and rippling, and your bust heaving and thrashing as you wail and shriek your pleasure at being filled.
Your cheeks colouring are hint enough for Sam.
"Oh, yes... That's your body." she assures you. "But you did like 'em busty didn't you."
She turns to allow the Sun to catch her profile. "You always wanted me to get implants... to get closer to ... that size."
You hear the anger in her voice.
Her hands grab your bust, mauling it, kneading the girls like baker's dough.
"Just think you can have these to play with any time you like..."
The anger and contempt impossible to miss as flecks of spittle fly over your shoulder. Sam's voice rasping in your ear, as she stands behind you. Your arousal mounts, as her hands proficiently work your body. Knowing when to tease, and tempt and when to apply more pressure. You gasp and moan, sometimes in pain, sometimes in frustration as she keeps you on the verge of cumming. Her nails dig into your tender flesh, leaving you hornier than you like to consider, and without warning... her mauling assault ends.
- - - - -
A groan of dissatisfaction spills from your lips, that she's leaving you unfulfilled.
"Your my dolly, to play with, to dress, to entertain me."
She playfully ruffles your hair.
"You are my victim." she says. The words send a chill down your spine. "A statusless drone. With no rights, and no identity."
She snorts, "Hah!" she walks around in front of you. "Who'd have thought, when I poisoned your pathetic body you'd end up like this..."
She sneers, as she lets her gaze linger in your cleavage. Your squirm, but can't escape... Surely it can't be true.
"When I did it, I thought I'd finally be free of your lecherous ways, your wandering eyes,... and cock!" she practically spits the word in your face. You hoped she hadn't picked up on the times you'd cheated on her.
"But, this... this, this is priceless." She gestures to your over-stuffed body, in delight, "Now, I can have my full revenge."
You manage to take her arm as she waves it up and down your body. But she easily slaps it away. As it lands back in your lap, you realise how desperate your situation is. Even if you tell the police of your murder, you'll just sound insane... an insane woman. If you don't tell them who you are... Hell!, You aren't sure yourself, and you have next to no ID for this body.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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