“Of course not! Who would…?” You reply

“I mean my breasts and ass are perfect!” You point at them. “Why would I want to cover them up? It pays to advertise so I get to tit fuck as many guys as possible,” you agree, filling in the obvious reason why you would want to go naked so much.

“One other thing… Jackie. Your favourite sexual position is doggy style. You love being on down your knees with your ass up, pussy presented all hot and juicy, face down and your big breasts cradled in your arms and bouncing like a fuck bunny as a thick manly cock fucks your cute little brains out. It pushes all of your buttons,” Jo reminds you.

You nod solemnly and imagine it. “Oh you betchya. Getting taken from behind is the best! We should do it now…”

“Of course it is. It aways has been and… if you ever feel yourself questioning any of this… your actions or urges then you’ll feel an uncontrollable urge to fuck me…” Jo says.

“Why would I ever question anything?” You wonder aloud.

“Good girl. Oh yeah. You love sucking cock!” Jo says.

“Yummy. Sucking cock rules!” You grin. Jo knows you oh so well.

“And last of all, who could forget that you want to be bred… you want to have babies… lots and lots of babies…” Jo reminds you.

“Bred…” you frown and nod slowly as the desire fills you. A baby growing in your womb. That is what you’ve always wanted.

“Oh, don’t forget about wanting a big wedding where you get married naked in front of everyone!” Kate reminds you.

“Married…”

“Oh yeah dressing up as a maid or a schoolgirl or in skimpy clothing is so much fun… and clit and nipple rings… you would look perfect with those…” Mark adds.

“Yeah… dressing up… clit and nipple rings...“ it’s getting hard to remember all the things you like. So many things.

“Ok. That’s enough for now…” Jo says as The Z-Chamber hisses open with a soft pneumatic sigh, and you step out again, blinking in the warm light of the resort suite. Your massive H-cup breasts sway heavily with each movement, the weight pulling pleasantly on your chest. Your boobs are huge. You can’t barely see over them. The air feels cool against your bare skin, because of course you’re not wearing anything. Clothes? Why would you ever bother with those? They just get in the way.

You catch your reflection in the mirrored wall and smile dreamily. God, you look good. That tiny waist flaring out into wide hips, those thick thighs that frame your mound, and those big, perfect tits bouncing freely. No wonder Jo thinks you’d be amazing at tit-fucking. You already can’t wait to try.

Jo is grinning at you, arms crossed, looking you up and down like you’re his new favorite toy, your chit drive dangling from his fingers like a little golden trophy. Mark’s in a twin of Jo’s body, less curvaceous than you, and is watching with that same mischievous sparkle in her eyes

“Look at her,” Kate laughs, circling you slowly. “Already such a good girl. No more protests, no more ‘I’m a guy’ nonsense. Just a happy little fuckpet with huge tits.”

You nod eagerly, your long hair brushing your shoulders. “Yeah… I feel so much better now. Thank you, Jo. I was being silly earlier.” A tiny flicker of something… confusion… old memory… tries to surface, but the moment it does, a warm, throbbing urge pulses between your legs. You need to fuck Jo. Right now. The thought of questioning anything just makes you want to drop to all fours and present yourself like a good girl.

You shift your weight, feeling the slickness already building. Your nipples are tight and sensitive, and your massive breasts feel even heavier when you breathe deep. The nipples are so damn big! You feel two hundred percent woman, weak, tiny, sexy.

“So… what now?” you ask, voice soft and breathy, eyes locked on Jo’s crotch. Is he hardening at the sight of you. You hope so… “Doggy style is my favorite… but I could start with my tits if you want? Or… anything. I’m yours.”

Mark, now looking exactly like the old you used to, chuckles and steps closer, running a hand over one of your heavy breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck, these feel even better than mine. I’m jealous. You’re going to be so much fun.”

You moan softly at the touch, arching your back to push your chest into her hand. Any last trace of resistance has melted away into happy, compliant fog. You’re not Jack anymore. Not really. You’re just… Jackie the big-titted plaything. And it feels right.

The three of them exchange glances, clearly enjoying how easily you folded.