New POV

You wake up, headache pounding. You look down and feel both relief and anger. You are barely able to see your stomach as you slouch down. You are not pregnant anymore, but you have large breasts. And bare one. A moan left your lips, when you confirmed that you are both still female and naked. And denuded of your bush. You manage to help yourself to your feet. You look around, trying to figure out where you are. You are a naked woman in what appears to be a house. You notice toys on the floor. Transformer style cars, hot wheels, action figures. A young boy probably lives here. As you walk delicately past them, you almost walk into the boy in question.

The rage boils as you are about to yell at the brat, when he screams for his Mummy at full cry. “Crap.” you thought as two adults burst in, a blonde woman with a shotgun and a taller man wielding a baseball bat. The boy bellows, sobbing as the shotgun woman points her weapon right at you. She looks familiar, though the fact she towers over you and is armed with a deadly weapon, prevents any further recognition. “Alex, take Johnny with you. I will deal with the naked, tiny nympho psycho!” You wanted to defend yourself, but the shotgun was doing a phenomenal job at keeping you quiet.

Alex and the boy Johnny left, you swear the brat got an eyeful of you before he left. “Move that way.” she pointed before aiming back at you. You obey. “Faster, tight butt.” she threatened, poking you with the weapon. You squeal and moved fast. You entered the room, eyes wide. It was some kind of creepy sex dungeon. “On the ground in that corner, head down, ass up. NOW or else, I will have one hell of a cleanup.” The fear keeps you from reacting as you humiliate yourself. “Stay there, I have to make a call!”

You try to make sense of everything as you feel the barrel pressed between your butt cheeks. You are a tiny, big breasted woman. You are totally naked and being threatened with a blast to the ass. You doubt you would survive such an excruciating blast. You **** yourself not to tremble as you wait your fate in such a humiliating position. Time is painfully slow. You just do nothing but hope that you won’t die. You hear the door open, not that you can move much, the terror of keeping this position and somehow not shaking. “She’s hot. Who is she?” asks a female voice. “Help me get her in place…then we will find out!”

You would tremble if you weren’t held so tight. An X-Frame held you tight and horizontal. A few spins had almost had you throw up. And since you were blindfolded and gagged, you would have ended up, swallowing your own puke. “So should we call the cops on our nudist home invader or punish her?” asked the Blonde. “Well I guess that depends on her sensitivity.” suggested the other woman, a slightly older beauty.

Your gag came off as you took some breathes. Then squealed. “Okay, that’s a yes, for a ticklish left foot.” Shit, the amount of times you broke Alyson with that, you sure did not want it for yourself. “It was Bloodman!” you screamed. “Bloodman, the bald 5 foot man?” asked the blonde. “Yes! YES! I don’t know how I got here, the last thing I remember is that I was pregnant with my wife’s babies, he snapped his fingers and I woke up here!” “That’s impossible, my brother-in-law is fine, I called my sister Alyson and her husband Buck before I got here!” declared the other woman.

“Wait, GweehehenHahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “You’re lying, you ticklish little bitch! You’re not Buck! Tell the truth!” Nails were raking down your soles and spiralling in the centre of your armpits. If you could move, you were sure you would shame a bronco. “Talk ticklebitch or we break you!” threatens Gwen.