How is Sidney doing?

I awoke with a start, my eyes flickering open to an unfamiliar environment. Panic surged through me as I realized I was restrained, my limbs secured by heavy duty restraints. As I tried to move, an unfamiliar weight jiggled on my chest. My former A cups were gone, replaced with large, lewd, glistening tits. I tried to reach for them, to confirm their humiliating reality, but the restraints held fast. And they seemed sensitive, their jiggling causing unexpected pleasure. My mind raced with confusion. How had I ended up here, and how much time had passed since the abduction? The sterile room offered no answers.

As I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, the door swung open, and another anonymous, fuckable nurse entered with a smirk playing on her lips. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my newly enhanced bust.

"Well, well, look who's finally awake," she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How are you feeling, darling? Enjoying the view?"

I couldn't find my voice, my throat dry as I swallowed the fear rising within me. I tried to speak, but only a croak escaped my lips.

"Let's try 'em out," she said, reaching out and gripping my intrusive new additions. I was right about their sensitivity.

"JESUSFUCKWHY," I screamed, finding my voice. I thrashed violently in my restraints. The human body wasn't made to sustain the sensation being **** on me. I came explosively, and when the nurses hungry mouth inhaled one of my throbbing nipples and battered it with her skilled tongue, I came again, and again. The nurse pulled away, wiping her lips. She chuckled, her tone mocking. "Best not to get carried away. We've still got a lot to do. You've been requested by a very important customer. And now you've got a choice to make."

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I dealt with the aftershocks of the ****, multiple orgasms. How could this be real. I listened to her words. A choice? What did she mean?

Leaning in, the nurse revealed a small tray adorned with an array of lipsticks in vibrant shades of pink, red, and purple. My eyes widened in disbelief.

"You see, darling, you get to choose your new look. A girl needs to have some say in her own style, right?" The nurse laughed, her demeanor cold and calculating.

I stared at the lipsticks, my mind reeling from the absurdity of the situation. Lipstick color was the least of my concerns, but the nurse seemed to revel in the twisted power she held over me.

"Which will it be?"