It sure does

He was finally with his Mistress again, and once more they embraced and went on the rest of the day fucking and sucking, Erik was doing all the sucking while Clara did the fucking. What followed was another few weeks of the usual. Every morning he woke Clara up with a blowjob, something he had gotten quite good at after having done it more times than he could count. Later on he allowed Clara to dress him however she wanted which was usually in a very slutty way. Some days she settled for a professional secretary skirt and blouse. Then there were the days when she'd feel a bit more adventurous and clothe him in outfits that could make a stripper blush. Erik loved to walk around the office while his firm and fat ass was exposed for everyone to fondle and spank. When it came to work, well let's just say that when Erik had been put through enough conditioning and hypnosis he more or less began to lose a bit of his intelligence. He managed fine, but he did notice how hard it was to concentrate all of the sudden. What made him feel slightly off was when he'd actually pride himself on being able to put together a simple email. After work however came the most fun part of the day, as it was around this time when he'd be allowed to let go and be free. He pranced his way to the top floor, only to wait for his goddess. The afternoons were spent pretty much exclusively fucking, drinking and all sorts of debauchery.

He loved his new life, and his new purpose in 'said' life. However something that didn't go unnoticed was the changes made to his body. His mind was far gone, but every time he looked in the mirror there was a stranger looking back at him. Most of the time the face had spit and cum running down their chin or caked in girly make-up, but there was so much more. His hair was long and bright blond, almost white. His skin was as soft as silk and more tan than usual. His form wasn't too different from what he was used to, but his arms were now void of any muscle and his hands were thin and delicate. His chest had sprouted fleshy mounds, and his nipples were more sensetive and erect than they had ever been. Looking below his smooth stomach he noticed an old relic of a time which he had almost forgotten. His penis was almost non-existant. It was like an overgrown clit, and underneath hung his shrunken balls which had stopped squirting white cum and now only spurted and leaked clear pre-cum. Even lower and he saw that his legs were thick and juicy, his ass just the same. As he spread his ass cheeks to expose his now only sex organ. It was surprisingly tight and puckered, probably due to the supplements given to him by Dr. Harper,

The former Erik, behind bars, was screaming. He was nothing but his Mistresses toy. He was a doll, now only known as 'Princess', his old name wasn't mentioned anymore. He didn't complain, he'd do anything she asked of him, like a good pet. A smile crept onto his face as he twirled his hair. His belly churned, he was hungry and all the food he needed was in his MIstresses sweaty balls. In fact, food was now just a treat. As he had become his Mistresses accessory, all he had to sate his hunger was the sweet n' salty cummies that she gave him. He was happy to worship Clara, to do anything for her to feed him with her sweet nectar. He was her Princess after all, and a Princess does anything for her beloved.