I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

“You think this is just gonna pass with a simple apology?” Rose sneered, looking contemptuously down at Nick. He was lying on the floor of the Fashion Suite with the stacked punk girl standing over him, leather boot planted beside his head giving him a nice look up her short skirt, at her panty-covered mound.

How did Nick get into this position again?

Right, it was that.

They’d been settling things nicely with Rose; Carly and Marley had gone off on their own, while Vivian took Sylvia aside to experiment with their transformations. This gave Nick some time to be alone with Rose, which she had decided to take advantage of immediately.

Before she could seize the opportunity, however…

Scenes from a Hat: Punk Girl Bullies Poor Guy!

The effect was immediate. Rose threw Nick down to the ground before either of them realized what was happening, and stood looming over him like a tiger about to pounce. She licked her lips, blue eyes flashing as she ran her predatory gaze over his body like a hungry animal.

Nick decided he might as well go along with it. Gina didn’t seem like she had any intention of capitalizing on her day with him, and he did owe Rose a bit for keeping her waiting like that. So even if a transformation was responsible, he figured he might as well let her have her way. At least for a while.

It was only fair.

But Rose wasn’t interested in playing fair. She leaned over him until her boobs almost rested on his chest, staring deeply into his eyes. He could feel the heat of her breath rolling across his cheek as her flushed face drew closer to his, and part of him wanted to just lean up and kiss her right then and there.

“Coming into a girl’s room, after keeping her waiting for so long… naughty boy,” Rose crooned, slipping into her role perfectly. “That might work for a nice girl, but not someone like me. A girl like me… she takes what she wants.”

And anyone with eyes could see exactly what Rose wanted.

“This morning, you got a little taste of Gina’s mouth? How was she?” Rose’s eyes burned in accusation, and Nick felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He could sense the danger in that question, but he could also see the flash of playfulness in her eyes. She wasn’t actually being aggressive or possessive, this was all part of the dance.

“I-I don’t want to talk about her,” Nick managed to stammer out. “I’d rather… focus on you?”

He hoped that was the right answer, anyway. Rose pulled back and looked contemplatively at him, as if she was weighing his response.

Then she smirked.

“That’s a good boy,” she crooned, patting him on the head. She stood up straight and sauntered away, leather boots clacking against the floor as she approached the bed.

Rose paused about halfway there and turned back to look at him.

“Don’t go getting cold feet now,” she said, beckoning for Nick to come. “I prefer my sex to run hot… and steamy.”

Nick’s heart pounded in his chest. The way Rose was looking at him, it wasn’t at all like he was used to. While Rose definitely enjoyed the feeling of being in control, she always carried herself with a bit more hesitancy and tenderness when they were intimate together. It was as if the headstrong girl finally let down her guard, and allowed herself to be **** with someone else.

But there wasn’t any vulnerability in the way she was looking at him now, as she plopped down onto the bed and her eyes drilled holes into his. No, the punk girl in front of him was completely in control, and didn’t seem guarded in the least. She was eager for this- she wanted it. Maybe because of her Scenes from a Hat transformation urging her to play out the scenario, or maybe it was because her All Work and Role Play transformation was letting her play the part to perfection. Or maybe transformations had nothing to do with it, and Rose was really into this all on her own. Whatever the answer was, Nick didn’t really care, because the woman in front of him was a vision of sexuality, and she wanted to take her new breasts for a spin.

He felt the same way. So whatever fleeting hesitancy he might have had as a result of the sudden shift in Rose’s demeanor, it didn’t mean a damn thing because he was already on his feet, approaching the bed.

“Hold on now. What do you think you’re doing?” Rose’s sharp voice stopped him right before he reached her, and her piercing gaze froze him in his tracks.

“Huh? I thought-”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Rose cooed, slinking up to her feet and curling her fingers around his shirt collar. She pulled him in close enough for them to kiss. “This is exactly what I’m looking for. But I wanted to start things off a little more… personally.”

Rose crouched down in front of him, splaying her legs to the sides in a lewd display that revealed her soaked panties to Nick’s eyes once more. But that was the last thing he was focused on, because her skilled fingers were already working his zipper down and fishing out his quickly-hardening cock from inside his pants.

The sexy blonde let out a pleased hum and smacked her lips together. “Mm, now that’s what I’m talking about,” she purred. “I can see why Gina is so addicted all the time.”

Before Nick could react she took him all the way down to the root, burying his burning rod in the steaming depths of her even hotter throat. Any discomfort Rose might have been feeling didn’t reflect on her face, and she bobbed her head back and forth as her tongue worked over the length of Nick’s erection, getting him all lubed up as she tasted her fill of him.

The satisfied hums she was making as she did so were music to Nick’s ears, and he couldn’t help but moan as he took in the pleasure of Rose’s succulent lips. His first instinct was to reach out and grab her by the hair, to help guide her the way he wanted, but he couldn’t. Not only did he respect the fact that Rose wanted to play this scene out her way, and pleasure him the way she wanted, but to be honest his hands weren’t even working properly at this point. The only part of his body he could concentrate on right now was his cock, and that was taking in so much pleasure that he was having trouble thinking straight.

All Nick could do was let out a series of moans that seemed to fuel Rose’s fire, and he twitched and bucked in her lips as his lower body shook, trying to thrust deeper inside her every time she pulled away from him.

Rose was a master of teasing, even in the bedroom. While Nick often turned the tables on her (much to her delight) when she was in control, she reveled in it. She knew just how to please that greedy and spoiled cock of his, making it feel all kinds of pleasure as her tongue danced over the most sensitive parts without hesitation. His groans and passionate moans were music to her ears, and she was careful to make sure he received pleasure that was out of this world… but only just so.

She was just getting started, and there was no way she’d let him off the hook that easily! So when she felt the telltale throb of his erection getting ready to burst down her throat, she yanked her head back, regretfully removing her lips from his head with a satisfied “Mwah!” and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing down tight.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she tittered, casting a teasing glance up at him. “We’re just getting started here. I’m not going to let you off the hook that easily.”

Rose maintained a tight grip on his erection, keeping all that **** sperm locked up tight in their prison until the frantic throbbing died down, and they passed the point of danger. No, she wasn’t going to let him spray his load however he wanted, what would be the fun in that?

“A blowjob is nice, but I’m the one calling the shots here,” Rose reminded him sharply, still in command even from her place at Nick’s feet. “And frankly, I think I’d be doing a pretty poor job as your girlfriend if I didn’t give you what you’ve been dying for ever since you set foot in here.”

“Wait, girlfriend?” Nick looked down at her in surprise. “I thought you were playing the role of-”

“P-punk girls can be girlfriends too!” Rose snapped, her face heating up as her façade cracked momentarily. “I’m playing the part of a sexy punk girlfriend giving her boyfriend a nice little reward for being such a good boy! That’s all!”

Sure, Nick could go with that.

Sensing his acceptance of this hasty scenario rewrite, Rose relaxed and her sly smile returned as she slipped back into her punk persona.

“Now then… this naughty old thing…” She gave his throbbing cock a little shake, feeling it pulse between her fingers. That sent such a nasty thrill down through her pussy she couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation! “Wanting to spurt-spurt-spurt down my throat… or on my face, perhaps?”

She gave him a single, torturous stroke that drew a squirt of precum out of the tip of his dick, an omen of things to come. Nick’s hips shook and he wished he could push for more, but he’d already agreed to let Rose take command, so that was what he was going to do.

“For being such a good boy, and not cumming when I told you not to, I think your dick has earned itself a reward,” Rose said, smacking her lips together suggestively. “So I’ll let you have a choice. Do you want to finish off inside my warm, hot, wet mouth…?”

Rose parted her lips, exhaling onto the sensitive tip of Nick’s shaking cock. She tilted her head back, presenting her throat to him, steamy and soaked in saliva. Nick could see strands of spit connecting her lips together, and the way her tongue lashed about just past them… ugh, it was so tempting! But he knew that it was a fakeout, and Rose would be saving the best for last. Either her wet, sumptuous pussy, or…

“…Or…” Rose continued his thought, closing her mouth into a smirk that robbed Nick of the wonderful view of his potential first option. “Would you like… to try out my recently enhanced tits?”

She as she made her offer, she stroked him off with one hand and fondled his balls expertly with the other. But if that was some attempt to distract Nick and keep him from making the right decision, she was on the wrong track. Because the second Rose put that idea in the air, his cock started throbbing so hard he was afraid he’d cum then and there and miss the chance for either option.

Rose smirked and shook her head. “I should have guessed,” she tittered, withdrawing her hands and stripping off her leather jacket. Doing so gave Nick a better peek at her newly-enlarged breasts thanks to the tight top wrapped around them, letting him see every inch of the way they bounced before his eyes. Nick sucked in a gasp of air, and nodded dumbly. Sure, maybe part of him was playing along with Rose’s scenario, but he had to admit- what she was doing was definitely working.

Rose could sense it, too. It was why she’d put the offer out there. She leaned forward slightly, letting him get a glance at the peak of cleavage left revealed by her tight shirt’s collar, a teasing peek before giving him a taste of the real thing as she reached down to the hem of her punk top.

Nick and Rose both knew that she no longer had any power over him. If he wanted to, he could push her down to the bed (or more likely, the floor) and take what he wanted, but he remained rooted in place.

The sexy punk blonde flaunting herself for his sake… it was intoxicating.

Without any fanfare, Rose flung her shirt up over her head, letting her massive breasts spill out for Nick’s eyes to feast upon. The lacy black bra was a nice touch, especially as it failed to fully encase her magnificent mammaries. If anything, that made her look even bigger, and Rose wasn’t exactly small before this, either.

“I knew which one you’d pick before I even offered,” Rose teased, giving her breasts a generous shake as she reached back to unclasp her bra. “After all, you’ve always been a boob man, haven’t you? That’s what drew you to me in the first place, isn’t that right?”

“That, uh… that’s not…” It had been so long since Nick had actually used his voice, he forgot how words worked for a second. He tried to tell Rose that she was wrong, but he couldn’t help remember the way he was drawn to her in that hot tub the day they’d first met. In spite of his distrust towards the blonde, he had never denied his attraction to her.

Now, he loved Rose for a good many reasons. But it was clear that she only wanted to hear a “yes” to her question.

In fact, she didn’t even bother waiting for it.

“I love my body just the way it is,” she said, pretending to have trouble with her bra, to drag out the reveal as long as possible. “But you deserve a treat for making me cum like that this morning… giving me the chance to get ahead of that bimbo…” A moan shivered through her body as she recalled touching herself in front of Nick. It was quite an experience, one that almost made her want a repeat performance.

But first she had to give him some pleasure back.

“Mine were nice before, but now… mm, I can never be a classy actress with whoppers like these!” She shook her head and laughed cruelly. “No, I can only play the part of a bad girl now. The kind of filthy girl who knows her body is made for sex, and puts it to good use, stealing away a nice man from his loving wife, and not even caring because hey, if she wanted him so badly, she shouldn’t have let a filthy tramp near him!”

The picture Rose was painting sure was a filthy one. Nick’s image of a classy, sophisticated Rose (sure, that could happen, just go with it) was shattered and replaced with a sultry, skanky girl who used her bewitching, built-for-sex figure to entice and seduce good, decent, committed men.

Men like him.

Was that where she was going with this scenario? Apparently, “punk girlfriend” had gone out the window, to be replaced with homewrecking sex bomb.

Again, it wasn’t a complaint. Just an observation. Well, he did have one issue. The thought of sharing her with other men. It annoyed him, and his cock pulsed with indignation as he felt a surge of emotion, like his body wanted to prove to her that she should be satisfied just teasing and seducing him.

Rose could see the way Nick’s cock was throbbing, and it only made her hungrier. “Oooh, it looks like you’re a fan of that one… is it the thought of me being used solely for sex that gets you going? Or the idea that I’d go to the trouble of increasing the size of my boobs just so I could seduce decent, devoted men like you?”

Probably (definitely) a combination of those.

“...But no need to worry, lover,” she breathed sensually against his shaft, “You’re the only one for me.”

“Rose, fuck, stop teasing!” Nick groaned. He was already so worked-up he was liable to cum just from being squeezed between those wonderful melons of hers. He gazed at the creamy, sweat-glazed canyon of cleavage hung tauntingly close to his cock, and yet just out of reach. Still encased in their lacy prison, there was nothing Nick could do but leer, and lust.

Rose smirked. She had him right where she wanted him. The time for games was over.

“Well… since you asked so naughtily…” she moaned with a throaty purr.

And just like that, her bra was unfastened, and her boobs practically leapt out of their confines, bouncing teasingly on her chest as they relished in Nick’s lust.

“Fuck! Rose!” Nick groaned. He wanted to bury himself inside those titties yesterday, but he held back. She wanted this to be perfect, and that’s what she would get. Even if it was agony for him.

They looked so delicious, naked like that. Nick had seen their growth already and he knew intellectually that they were bigger than they had been prior to Vivian’s transformation. But seeing them bared like this really made it sink in. They weren’t bigger than her head, but they were damn close, and it was an investment well-made. It took everything he had to not reach out and sink his fingers into them, and start humping away like a monkey.

Even though he could see in Rose’s eyes that part of her wanted that herself.

With a triumphant smirk, Rose slowly separated her breasts, revealing the steamy depths of her cleavage as they wobbled enticingly in her hands. Before Nick could let out a moan of desire she had already leaned forward and encased his cock in her soft and silky prison, and began her ****.

“…Fuck! Fuck! Rose… you feel so… fuck!” Pleasure surged through Nick’s skull as he felt her wrapping around him like the dirtiest of hugs, almost smothering his cock in miles of titflesh as he felt her **** from every direction at once.

Not one to take things slow, Rose pressed on the sides of her tits with her hands, forcing them up and down along the length of Nick’s shaft. She squeezed and caressed him with adoration, to the point he could practically see hearts flashing in her eyes. But all through it she maintained her tough, proud demeanor, pleasuring him to her heart’s content.

“Does that feel good?” She crooned. “Before, your cock was so fierce and manly I couldn’t fully engulf it between my tits… but now look… I’m so big, you can’t even see the head!”

Shit she really knew how to get his motor running. Alluding to her breast expansion like that was playing into Nick’s fetishes, and apparently hers, as well. Wet slapping sounds echoed through the room as Nick’s cock began to spurt precum deep into the valley of Rose’s cleavage, getting her soft and loving tits nice and lubed up with his juices as he felt himself already nearing the end of the line.

Rose licked her lips as she looked down at her glistening tits, reveling in the feeling of pleasure she got from dominating Nick like this. “Are you almost done?” She crooned, picking up the pace. “It’s okay if you can’t last long… I’d consider it a compliment, actually. So go ahead, please… if you feel like letting go, I would love for my new tits to get a blessing from your magnificent cock. A nice, warm, creamy note of approval!” She moaned, her hips shaking as she felt herself almost cum just from the thought of it.

Nick couldn’t hold on. Her tits felt too good, and her teasing was top-notch. And after that amazing blowjob…

“Shit… I’m cumming!” He groaned, unloading all over her wobbling tits as he let himself go. A shot of semen burst out from between Rose’s melons and sprayed all over her face, drawing a moan of approval from her lips.

“Ooh, so much… you must have wanted this so badly…!” She crooned, delighting in the feeling of Nick’s warm gift covering her pleasure-stricken features.

Any sense of the half-dozen role play scenarios they’d played out had fallen by the wayside- in that last moment, they were so lost in each other that everything took a backseat to the pleasure shared between them, as Nick and Rose.

So lost, they didn’t even realize that the door to the Fashion Suite was wide open, and the room’s other occupant was standing in the doorway, mouth open in shock.