A day of compliance pt. 3

I woke up feeling beat, a sensation I had by now gotten used to, recognizing the plug in my ass and the blanket draped over me. An exhausted soreness in the lewdest of places, not a strained one you get from sleeping in a bad position.

A glass full of water and folded paper adorned the kitchen table.

'Drink up xoxo
ps: check your phone - Daddy :3'

The condensation created cool droplets as I held the glass and read the note

I heard the washing machine run as I went to my room for my phone, takings swigs of water as I went.

There were a few notifications, but I opened the messaging app and navigated to Belle, or Daddy as of late, sitting on my bed with my legs subconsciously closed and glass and phone in each hand.

A few pictures have been sent, going from newest to oldest, the first was a normal full body selfie outside, where she posed with one leg up and her free hand making a peace sign, dressed in casual clothes befitting a jog. Next was a, in other situations tactless, close-up picture of her grabbing her balls, the same shorts creating an obscene bulge I hadn't seen in the first one, luckily taken in front of her mirror in her room. The third picture was a pov shot of her pulling her waistband away and giving me a good view of her package resting in her boxers, the floor indicating also her room.

The next was a bit shocking and closely resembled a creepshot. It was me, just now sleeping on the couch. I didn't see anything special in it, as I was just lying down on my stomach, though the pillow under my hips was gone and something shiny stuck out of my hole. Next was an almost identical angle, just as a selfie with her face next to it, her tongue lolling out and a hand squeezing my ass.

They were rather inconsequential until I scrolled up to the last and oldest picture. It was one of me again, this time standing in front of the bathroom sink and brushing my teeth, obviously naked as I guessed she send it for comparison sake. Specifically my ass and hips looked like night and day and prompted me to stand up and look into a mirror myself. The older picture must have been fairly early in recent events as it was taken from the hallway while the door was wide open, meaning we were alone in the apartment. I looked so flat back then, like a boring guy ass, while the new one, the selfie one where she held a handful of my cheek stood in stark contrast and betrayed a fatty full booty her small fingers sunk into.

I honestly hadn't realized it until now, as I stood in front of the mirror, checking out my curves and other parts of the body. My arms didn't have that big of a bump when I flexed them and my tummy looked flat and transitioned neatly from my narrow chest and waist into my hips, instead of the rugged V shape that was so sought after.

I finally got it. I understood what she saw in me, my height still remained unchanged, but I've become girlier, softer, curvier, the spitting image of the fucktoy Belle told me about.

I texted her some hearts and to come back safely, before I stood up, throwing the phone on my bed, only to discover some clothes I sat on.

Those were mine, but Belle must have picked them out for me to wear, so I did.

I noticed why she picked them out, the old jeans were very very form fitting and the gray panties she gave me the first time around gave them a whole new sensation with them wedging between my cheeks and more tightly wrapping up my cute little clitty. The top was a normal black t shirt and my feet had the ankle socks I put on earlier.

An idea crept into my head and I got the cleaning stuff out of the cramped storage room next to the small bathroom at the entrance of our apartment.

I worked diligently, but efficiently and more importantly fast, the bathrooms were a quick job, the kitchen as well and then I got the special product for the sofa out.

I indulged my curiosity and dove onto the spot I saw Belle sit while I performed my fun workout, sniffing deeply and finding the sweet musky scent of her in the cushion, before applying the solution several times over after I wiped it away with the rag I designated for this task.

I got into a rhythm and was soon vacuuming the place, every window wide open for a few minutes to bring in fresh air.

*click* The front door shutting alerted me to an intruder and my adrenaline rushed out, only to be halted and crammed back into my pores by the hormones for lust, which took over as my eyes beheld the sweating form of Belle walking towards me, out of breath and a primal glint in her eyes.

I was in the kitchen closing its window to end my route when she came in, turned me around and slammed me onto the counter next to the fridge. I let out small surprised yelps as I allowed her to manhandle me, which, guessing from her forceful execution, wasn't needed much longer as she was on her way to actually manhandle me.

I heard the fridge open and a lid falling to the ground, followed by parched gulps as her crotch remained firmly pressed into my butt. Until I felt something move between us, the mystery solved as a rather drenched hand came around in front of my nose, daring me to inhale. Her hand smeared itself on my face with a few fingers demanding to be sucked clean, which I gladly obliged, her heady scent was being amplified by her sweat and made my knees weak.

A flat bang indicating the fridge door closed later and the chill next to me abated.

"I'm horny, bitch. You want another load?" She whispered, her cadence raw and urgent

"Yes Daddyahh-" I was dragged towards my room by Daddy, a giddy feeling forming in my core as she threw me on the bed, my phone haphazardly shoved aside to stop the irritating pressure in my back.

"Get us naked." She stood in front of the bed and ordered me to start.

"Yes, Daddy." I obeyed and undressed her, kneeling on the bed, before taking my own clothes off.

One hand of hers pulled my head down to her sweaty package right as my panties hit the floor.

"Lick me clean, bitch." My tongue already planned on worshipping her heavy sperm factories and the growing fuckmeat, though her command spared any misconceptions, so I eagerly lapped up every drop of her musky sweat.

The end result left me drunk with passion and **** to any of her demands, though I hoped it had something to do with the giant schlong resting on my face.

"Don't fucking flinch when I slap my dick on your face. Take it, that's what you deserve, what you crave, isn't it." She flexed her cock a few times, the heavy pole springing up swiftly, only to come crashing down hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Sorry, Daddy." I closed my eyes but held still for her.

"God I made you my bitch so fast, haven't I, bitch?" The last word was emphasized by a particularly hard slap of her that made it feel like a police baton, rather than a penis.

"It's only been a few days. You're not even thinking about ass or tits anymore, not even other dicks, only Daddy's fat, tasty cock." She didn't really wait for an answer so I was **** to simply moan out while she showed off how gifted she was.

"This is where you belong and you know it. Glued to my fat dick. Even if you would've had a girlfriend, I doubt you could've resisted this long enough. You would be right where you are now. I would've snatched you out of her grasp right before her eyes. Suck me, bitch." Her hand stroked her oversized rod above me, each word driving me closer to a breaking point.

"You're such a good bitch. Born to have my fat dick inside your holes." My hands supported my endeavor by placing flat against her thighs, while I swallowed the huge dick.

"You were such a weak, small dicked loser, now you're even smaller and weaker, but at least you're sucking a real cock." Her hips slowly met my long treks up and down.

"A cock big enough to make you cum without even touching your pathetic nub. I bet it twitched after hearing that." I moaned through every single statement, one truer than the one before it.

"You know what that makes you besides my bitch, my personal cumslut, my living fleshlight? It makes you gay. And you know that. You're gay for my cock, you dream about sucking it, all of your fantasies include it. Face it bitch; You're my faggot cocksleeve." With that I came and my bobbing stopped, resulting in her picking up the rythm and slamming her cock down my throat in long deep strokes that turned faster with each heartbeat.

"You're addicted to my cock, to my cum, so here you go, I've got a fresh one for you. Swallow it, bitch!" Her dirty talk got coarser and her strokes rugged, before she hilted herself and deposited my warm reward into my stomach.

The amount of cum she produced was unrivaled, each rope a torrent of cum easily a table spoon large that mixed in with the rest of her deluge, my previous measurements of her load probably nullified.

She spent a few minutes coaxing every last drop onto my tongue, stroking from her root to the very end of her fat urethra, each one almost bringing a new bead of the thick white stuff with it.

Her size really couldn't be done justice by mere words, it reached far enough to keep my mouth full of spongy cockhead even through my slumped kneeling position on the bed and her standing in front of it.

I was understandably sad when she stepped away, but gladly took her hand in mine as she led me to her room.

"Daddy is going to relax a bit. Okay, faggot?" I settled down beside her as she casually degraded me and I wasn't allowed to even touch her dick as she shoved me down to her crotch, slapping my hand away as I tried to stroke it.

I watched her play games, brought her snacks and drinks and was dragged with her the two times she went to piss to hold her cannon.

I used my time wisely through, whenever I went to the toilet, alone because my clitty was too small to be held, I freshened up, brushing my teeth, dabbing my skin with a wet towel, cleaning the cum stained plug and reapplying spit to shove it back inside.

Daddy's cock kept tantalizingly out of reach the whole time and I wanted nothing more than to make it cum, I could tell her balls have already filled back up and the boner she popped without any stimulation other than my hands drawing circles on her thigh and my ass sticking out behind me drove me mad as I received the silent treatment.

"You can feel them, baby. I've been working hard to become stronger whenever you aren't looking." She noticed me glancing at the abs forming on her stomach and smirked as I looked up at her surprised.

Underneath the probably last remnants of her previous untrained soft skin were hard abs, clearly displaying a six pack and becoming even harder as she tensed them up. I would've gotten wet if I could, hell maybe I did get wet, my ass lubricating itself like a pussy in anticipation of riding her while feeling those hard abs I leaned on for support did sound like a new fantasy I had to fulfill.

"Feel my arms, babe. You ready to be lifted in a day or two?" Now, they might not look like much and help her unassuming looks in their default state, but the bulge her bicep created pulled my fingers apart when she flexed.