Let's humiliate him some more

"Please don't do thi..."

"I wish you'd shut up, fucking hell."

You take a minute to look over your would-be ****-master, now lying naked, immobile, and with a little micro-dick that could accurately be described as cute. His mouth is clamped shut as he stares at you with pleading eyes.

"No use looking at me like that, dick. I'm gonna seriously fuck you up."

"I wish you always have a big butt-plug stuffed in your ass, and as your little hole gets used to it the plug grows bigger so it's always uncomfortable, even when your ass is so stretched and ruined it puts the sluttiest porn-stars to shame."

You watch, fascinated, as he panics first at the words, then at the sudden invader stretching his rear end. "Oh I suppose I wish that you don't have to shit, okay."

"What else?" You push your foot into his new anal adornment and giggle as his panic redoubles. "I wish that little dick of yours was always painfully erect, but no amount of pleasure can ever make you cum." His tiny dicklette grows as hard as it can, straining towards the sky. "Haha," you jump onto him to straddle his crotch, grinding your moistening pussy into his chaste form. His eyes tear up, begging with you. This power is maybe going to your head a little. You feel a little giddy.

"Should I give you tits?" You lean in with an evil smile. His pathetic cock throbs desperately underneath you. "Nah you'd probably enjoy that. I do wanna fuck with your nipples eventually though..."

You bend down over the shaking, silent mess of a man, pushing your clit piercing into him. Letting your perky little tits envelope his face. Feeling the wet of his tears on your soft flesh.

"Hmm. I wish that your body was obsessed with sucking cock. Your mind can think what it likes, I don't give a shit, but your body craves to wrap it's lips around cock. Any cock. And not just quick bathroom-stall BJs. I wish that you have to spend at least an hour worshipping every dick you suck; licking and sucking without using your hands. And don't forget the balls! Haha! And I wish that you always deep-throat when they cum and you stay down at the hilt until they are completely spent. I wish you had plump dick-sucking lips. I wish..."

You're getting carried away, but who's going to stop you. This asshole? Fuck'm.

"I wish your throat is replaced with a pussy so you can give all that dick as much pleasure as possible. No more breathing through your mouth - and no gag reflex!" You keep firing out wishes as they come to you. "I wish your new throat-pussy can orgasm but your little dick still never will. And the nipples, forgot about them, I wish... I wish that they had piercings that twist - slowly twist - when you aren't thinking about naked guys and their big hard cocks and cum and heavy swinging balls."

You look him straight in the eyes, grinning, bite your lip as you get off on what you've done to this asshole. He's trying to look anywhere else, and failing.

"You know what, I want you to actually suck dick, not get your ass kicked. I wish you had a... what is it? A phero... I wish you had scent that would make guys instinctively know that they can use your mouth."

You were a guy not an hour before - the room smells a little different now.

You reach down to prod at the plug in his ass again, and on the way back give his nuts a sharp slap. "Oh," you smile even wider and sit up, grinding your dripping pussy on his sissy-hood, "and with you spending soooo long on blowjobs, you'll build up massive loads from these guys. How about, I wish that every shot of spunk that goes down your throat is added to your blue-balls." You reach down again and grasp his testicles, tight. His hips try to move away against your wish, but it's futile. "I wish it would never cause you actual damage, like you won't explode or anything gross like that, but I wish the pressure builds and builds every time your stomach takes a load. Eventually your balls will start to actually swell bigger, and get bigger with every cumshot!" You laugh an evil laugh and jump up off him "That should do it!"

"Is it too much though?" You catch him trying to nod. He looks feverish. His nipples are slowly turning towards each other, what were horizontal bars now point towards his face, and still painfully creep round. "Tell you what. I wish that every thousand, no, five-thousand blowjobs you give to dick, you can have a ruined orgasm and dribble out all that built-up cum. It'll probably take like a week or something to get it all out by that point. God imagine the mess you'll make, you little blowjob machine. But at least it's something for you." You smile a huge fake smile at him, "Aren't I nice?"

The fake smile turns back to genuine laughter.

You, Amy Richardson, begin to walk out of the store-room, carelessly stroking your clit and grinning like a maniac. But you stop, your smile fades slightly as you realise that you didn't always have a clit. Or tits. Or piercings. Your memories are still fighting each other - you are not this girl. You turn back to the helpless excuse on the floor.

"I wish that you would do anything I say. Stand up."

He complies, looking no less panicked. His dick strains in agony as much as it's pathetic length allows. The piercings are threatening to twist his nipples into a corkscrew.

"Now listen very carefully. You are going to take the collar off. You are too put it on me, wish that am the man I was before I found the collar... with a bigger dick... then take it off me and put it back on yourself. Okay?"

You stare at him intently.