Fuck her, Bimbo!

As appealing as her idea may or may not be, you'll deal with boredom later, you want to fuck right now!

An idea springs to mind, you're not sure it will work but the words are already out of your mouth,

"Would you rather have both answers to any question I ask you happen simultaneously or one just after the other?"

Lizzie's eyes widen in horror as she realizes you've made your choice. She starts to mouth a word, whether an actual answer or just a wordless cry you don't care, you've already moved on to your next question.

"Would you rather have huge fake tits or a huge fake ass?" You ask, with about as much subtlety of a sledgehammer.

She makes a makes an explosive noise as her tits surge forth instantaneously. The already tight sports top stretches so far it's almost see through before it tears itself apart under the strain.

Lizzie grabs at her tits with both hands, trying to slow the growth of silicon and flesh but they soon spill out from her hands.

Within seconds she's **** to give up as her ass starts to expands almost as rapidly. Most of her ass overflows over the top of her yoga pants, exposing the top half of her cheeks.

Made of a slightly more flexible mateiral, the yoga pants don't rip but are stretched to their breaking point. They're so tight you can see the outline if her pussy in perfect detail.

Which gives you your next idea even as Lizzie tries to find her balance and interject.

"Wai-"

"Would you rather get twice as horny every time I change you or everytime I touch you?"

"Wai-oooohh!" Her hand sinks deep into her tit, despite the silcon as she involuntarily squeezes it. She arches her back, her legs buckling slightly.

Before she can recover you casually reach out and draw your finger acroas the fabric between her pussy lips. She squeals, eyes rolling as she backs away.

"Would you rather your body get twice as sensitive or your pussy and tits get ten times as sensitive?"

As you speak, you push harder into her pussy with your fingers, feeling the wetness of her pussy through the fabric.

She squeals, her pussy squelching under your fingers, she keeps backing away, stumbling over her unfamilair proportions as she tries to get away from your questing fingers.

She backs into the wall, her big ass cushioning the blow slightly but she's got nowhere to go to get away from your finger.

You push even harder, vigorously rubbing between her lips as she's slowly overwhelmed.

"Would you rather be fucked in the pussy or the ass? Would you rather fingers or a cock? Would you rather have no hair below the neck or a pussy that's always tight?"

You speed up your questions as you increase the pace of your fingering. Suddenly the tight sodden fabric of her yoga pants rip and your fingers slide straight into her soaking pussy.

The big titted redhead's words devolve into helpless mewles and moans as you start to fingerblast her smooth pussy, her folds crushing your fingers with their tightness.

"Would you rather love being fucked or live fucking people? Would you rather become dumber or sluttier with each orgasm? Would you rather always wear slutty makeup or slutty clothes? Would you rather be multi orgasmic or have a hair trigger?"

"Oh fu-fuck!" Lizzie cries, glossy lips parted and eyes wide as your fingers bring her to orgasm. You thrust frantically into her, your fingers a blur as you roughly reach up and tweak a nipple.

Her toes curl, her hands splayed against a wall as she cums again, not even half way through her first one. "Would you rather I know exactly how to play your body or would you rather you squirt everytime you cum?"

Knowledge floods your mind and you curl your finger inside her, massaging her G-spot while you flick her clit with your thumb.

She screams as she cums again, and again as you start chaining climaxes along. It gets easier and easier the more you do, your previous questions making her sluttier with each rolling orgasm.

You feel like you can actually see her inhibitions and intellect drain out her eys and through her pussy as she squirts them all over the floor. Her grey yoga pants are soaked with her own cum and her tounge lolls out, drool trickling out her mouth and onto her bouncing chest.

You lose count of how many times you bring her up but by the time you've finished her green eyes are cross eyed, her brain filled with lewd fantasies.

You extract your fingers and she slumps down the wall without your support. She lands in her own juices and immediatly starts diddling her quim, giggling and twitching in pleasure.

You hold your sopping fingers to her lips, "Would you rather love the taste of your own cum or love the taste of my cum?"

She instantly wraps her mouth around your fingers, slurping her cum off with gusto. You extract your fingers with a small pop of suction and Lizzie gazes up at you, eyes unfocused, "Silly! I love the taste of me!" She licks her lips before licking her own fingers and moaning, "but I've not tasted you yet..." She says, eyes hungry as she starts to crawl towards you, tits swaying pendiously.

"Hold on..." You say, holding up a hand even as you unbutton your pants with the other. She frowns and pouts but sits back on her large ass.

"Would you rather have perfect sick sucking lips or a perfect dick sucking tounge?" Her lips plump up to fat bee stung pillows, parting to give you a response.

You don't give her the chance.

Gripping her head by the hair with both hands you thrust your dick into her open mouth.

Instantly her new lips seal around your dick, hands tipped with bright red fake nails that weren't there before grip you by the ass, drawing you in.

You groan as her tounge, far longer than it had any right to be starts massaging your cock. She starts to bob her head on your dick enthusiastically and it's all you can do not to cum on the spot.

You may have overdone it...