His disinterest and apathy as he manhandles your body is palpable. Even as your lashes flutter, his rough handling is beyond arousing to you. The casual disregard for your pleasure only adding to your humiliation.
As you wonder how such degradation and indifference will shape your new bimbo life, you have a worrying insight into the woman... No!... No woman will look like you. Your body screaming Bimbo! at deafening volume.
Wondering why you were manhandled, you suspect and dread those same fears. But, as your escort manipulates your head, you spot a mirror, and get to... have to watch, your rump swell, and swell.
No possibility for denial exists, as you watch. You hear the soft cracking of your pelvis as it shifts, widening as it grows. Incapable of looking away, you feel an alien pride take root.
"Perfection!..." you hear yourself moan and mewl your appreciation of this magnificent body, a blessing from head to toe. The pinnacle of feminity and yours to allow you to worship at the feet of any man... (and a few select appreciative women...)
You giggle in delight, as the fantasies of all those you'll please dance across your mind. You don't notice as the paralysis flees. Your naughty fingers instinctively going to tease, tweak, plunge and pleasure your intimate depths. You can only glory in being given such a divine fate.
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