Luke’s Reaction

Luke stood frozen in the backyard, hands gripping the railing as he stared out at the ocean. His shoulders were shaking.

Dorothy gently tugged your leash and led you outside to him. You followed obediently, your heavy DDD breasts swaying with each step, the thin pink dress doing almost nothing to hide your body.

“Luke,” Dorothy called softly. “Come speak with your stepmother.”

He turned around slowly. His eyes were red, filled with a mixture of rage, sadness, and utter disbelief.

He looked you up and down again — the long bubblegum-pink hair, the massive breasts straining against the dress, the visible collar, the feminine curves, and the unmistakable bulge of your steel chastity cage underneath.

“This can’t be real…” he muttered. “This isn’t you. This isn’t my best friend.”

You stood there silently, head slightly lowered, the little bell on your tongue jingling as you swallowed nervously.

Dorothy placed a hand on your lower back and pushed you forward gently.

“Go on, Slutcunt. Speak to him.”

You took a small step closer, voice soft and ashamed:

“…Hey, Luke. It’s me. Or… it used to be.”

Luke’s face twisted in pain.

“What the fuck did she do to you?!” he shouted, looking at his mother. “You turned him into a fucking girl?! With tits?! And that collar?! Are you insane?!”

Dorothy remained calm, stroking your pink hair lovingly.

“I didn’t turn her into a girl. I turned her into my wife. And she’s happier now. Look at her — she’s beautiful, obedient, and she lactates for me every single day.”

To prove her point, Dorothy reached around and gently squeezed one of your breasts through the dress. A small wet spot immediately formed as milk leaked out.

Luke looked like he was going to throw up.

“You’re sick. Both of you.”

He turned to you again, eyes ****.

“Dude… blink twice if you need help. If she’s forcing you, give me a sign. I’ll get you out of this. I swear.”

You looked at him for a long moment. The old version of you — the boy who used to play games and sneak out with him — felt very far away. That person felt like a distant memory.

You shook your head slowly.

“I… I chose this, Luke. Or… I accepted it. Your mom broke me… and I let her. I’m Slutcunt now. I belong to her.”

Luke’s eyes filled with tears.

“No… this isn’t you. She brainwashed you.”

Dorothy laughed softly and pulled you against her body, cupping your breasts from behind.

“Brainwashed? No. I simply showed her who she really was. A soft, submissive, cock-hungry little wife. And she took to it beautifully.”

She kissed your neck while still holding you from behind.

“Would you like to see how well she serves me?”

Luke took a step back, horrified.

“I’m not watching this. I can’t… I can’t stay here.”

He looked at you one last time, voice breaking.

“If you ever remember who you were… I’ll help you. I promise.”

Then he turned and walked back into the house, heading toward his old room.

Dorothy sighed and hugged you tighter, squeezing your breasts again until milk ran down her fingers.

“He’ll come around eventually,” she whispered. “Or he won’t. Either way… you’re mine now.”

She turned you around and kissed you deeply, the bell on your tongue ringing between your lips.

“Come, wife. Let’s go to our bedroom. I need to drink from you after all that unpleasantness.”