I have to, i don't want to get hurt again

She dangles her right foot an inch away from your face, she's at least a size 11 by the looks of it.

You roll on your back, still sore, and as you try to press your lips on her sole you wince at its acrid smell. she laughs and presses down on you, rubbing her foot all over your face.

"Good boy. Now i know for sure you can follow basic instructions. I didn't squeeze that hard, but judging by how quickly you flipped on your belly for me, i'd say you never had much in the way of manhood, did you?"

with her toe she slowly traces a line from your chin all the way down to your groin, fondling your still tender ballsack; which has the almost mechanical effect of raising your battered member from its slumber, eliciting a groan of pain from you and a mocking giggle from Kim, as she starts to playfully pinch it between her toes, jutting out from a big hole in the sock.

"See? I knew you were a foot fucker. You and i will get along just fine..." she pinches harder, and you try your hardest to contain the pained moan rising in your throat. "Now get up footsie boy, It's time to talk business"

She sits behind the cluttered desk and leans back, putting up her long, slender legs and resting her feet on a thick book sitting in the corner as she gestures towards a flimsy office chair opposite of her; you comply and take a sit, watching her wiggle her toes.

"Allright foot fucker, eyes on me now" she snaps her finger a couple of times "that collar you have is designed to emit a low electric discharge if you speak, unless I allow you to; if you try to escape,harm me in any way, or tamper with it, your monkey brain will fry on the spot, so try to avoid setting it off while scratching your neck"

Your hand goes to your neck almost absent mindedly, as you start to realize how escaping was never a possibility, unless maybe you can get your hands on that remote she had before;

"You see, i'm in the body modification business, if a beta loser wants a monster dong to boost his sissy ego, or a depressed housewife thinks she can keep her husband from fucking sluts a third of her age by pumping up her saggy tits a cup or two, they come to me."

Kim grabs a loose cigarette on the cluttered desks, lights it, takes a long drag and puffs in your face;

"That's where you come into play, my personal guinea bitch; if you survive my new batch of serum i can put it into production and i have no more use for your ass. Simple"

She stands up and grabs from a nearby cabinet a vial filled with wine colored liquid and an empty syringe, she fills it to the brim and tosses you the empty vial

"Now watch" she comes closer to you until you are a couple feet apart; as you are currently seated, her crotch is now at eye level and, strangely, it seems... fuller than normal.

Kim then smirks and lowers teasingly her stained panties, revealing what is without a doubt the ugliest cock you have ever seen: it looks like a crumpled sock with an old plum stuck on the end, jutting out her pussy like a clitoris on steroids; no balls or hair to divert your attention from that lopsided skin accordion; then the awful pungent musk it wafts hits your nostrils, and you have to suppress a coughing fit.

"No worries love" she sticks the syringe right at the base of her grotesque attribute and slowly pumps the entire load in, moaning at every breath. "I'm a grower, not a shower".

As soon as she's finished, you can see the unsightly appendage throbbing slighlty, swelling and growing at a steady pace; you blink a couple times in disbelief at what you are witnessing, unable to avert your gaze from the body horror show she put up in front of your nose.

When you finally muster enough willpower to stop looking at her growing member, your attention falls on the empty vial, and as you read the label, your heart skips a beat;

This can't be real...