Grab him and take him into the bedroom with her

Before Tom could even open his mouth to ask what she was thinking, her hands were on him. Not in a sexual way, she wasn't groping, Sarah was lifting, picking him up and throwing him over one shoulder. "Don't squirm or you'll get punished," she grunted, and he obeyed without even having to think about it.

She carried him back inside, through the house, and into their bedroom. The entire way, he could feel how sticky her body was with sweat, and the smell coming from her was so strong it was blinding. He was tempted to take a deep breath of it, to really savor her, but...would that could as squirming?

Once at their destination, Sarah threw him onto the bed, where he crashed and rolled until hitting the collection of pillows, which protected him from being slammed into the wall. Still, he was dizzy, and it took him a moment to get his bearings straight. When he did, he saw Sarah staring down at him, looking entirely like a savage orc from out of a fantasy novel or D&D campaign. There was no civility, no niceties, she was here to take whatever she wanted and he was not to put up a fight.

"Take your fuckin' clothes off." It took a second for his brain to understand the command, still addled by the throw, and she took that as hesitance. "Fine, I wanted to do it myself anyway." She didn't disrobe him with her calloused, strong hands. She ripped his clothes off, tearing them in the process, until Tom lay on the bed bare naked, his destroyed clothing thrown on the floor. "Now..." she growled, climbing onto the bed...and onto him.

She pinned him to the bed, making sure his face ended up directly in her cleavage. The blouse was especially soaked through there, drenched in her sweat. Her boobs were huge, even larger than they'd been from the age change wish, and she showed as much care for her own clothes as she did for his when she tore them off herself, then **** his head into her boobs. "Sarah, wait!" he managed to say just before his head was completely smothered in her boobs.

"What was that?" she asked mockingly, scorn in her voice. "I couldn't hear you. Speak louder, you fuckin' worthless ant."

Tom's cock was near her cunt, the tip rubbing into her thick jungle of pubic hair, but she wasn't letting him in just yet. Taking as much of a breath as he could, he told her, voice muffled by titflesh, "Wait! T-those clothes you ripped, yours, were expensive!"

She moaned as he talked, though whether it was from her domination of him or the feeling of his talking jiggling her boobs, he didn't know. With one hand, Sarah pulled him out of her cleavage, and he immediately started gasping for fresh air that wasn't completely infused with her musk. "Wrong thing to say, puny human. I do whatever the fuck I want with what's mine. Which, if it wasn't fuckin' clear, is everything in this house, including you. I'm strongest, so it's mine." She smirked at him, the expression showing off her tusks clearly. "Now, time for your punishment for speaking up to me like that."