Quintuple cross

Carly’s eyes fill with envy as she watches you and Harry reach climax together. She bites her bottom lip, her pussy clenching around Sam’s cock, desperately trying to hold out, to make her own orgasm match the intensity of yours. Her large breasts bounce in sync with each of Sam’s powerful thrusts, and you can see the leash in his hand, tightening with every push.

Submission has never looked so good on your twin sister. With each gasp and moan that escapes her lips, it’s clear she’s embracing her new role as a fuckpet, eager to be used and filled. The sight of her, bent over and at the mercy of Sam’s strong arms, is incredibly arousing. You feel a twinge of something - a desire to see her pushed further. To become pregnant.

You watch as Sam’s hand wraps around her neck, pulling her back towards him, making her back arch beautifully. Her breasts hang low and heavy, bouncing with each forceful thrust he gives her. The leash in his hand tightens and relaxes with every pump of his hips, a silent command for her to take it all. And she does. So eagerly. So obediently.

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she cums with a muffled scream around his cock. Her body quivers and spasms, her pussy clenching down on him like a vice. Sam’s grip on her neck tightens, and he slaps her ass hard. The sound echoes through the VIP booth, and you feel a thrill run through you. You’ve never seen your sister like this before. So wanton, so utterly lost to pleasure. It’s incredible.

Harry slows, his cock softening. Spent. His balls emptied in you.

You collapse onto him, breathless, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. Harry’s arms wrap around you protectively, his hand stroking your hair as you catch your breath. You’re so tiny now, so ****, so utterly at his mercy. It’s a feeling you never knew you craved. You can feel his heart beating against your cheek, his chest rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths. This is the best.

Behind you, Carly’s eyes are glazed over with pleasure, her body still quivering from her own orgasm. Sam’s cock is still buried deep inside her, and you can see the thick ropes of his cum spilling out of her pussy and running down her thighs. She’s a mess, and it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. The leash has dropped from his hand, but the marks on her neck are clear - a testament to his dominance. She’s his now, utterly and completely.

“Excuse me…” Carly says as slides off Sam’s cock with a contended and mischievous grin and goes toe the bath room. A minute later she exits, washed and clean.

“I think you guys can go now,” Carly says reluctantly.

“I don’t want to leave you here…” Sam objects.

“You can’t stay. Dredd get suspicious- you dont want to end up like us. I’ll be very cross if you lose your wonderful cock now I know what I’m missing. Plus, we have to work tonight. It’s part of the deal,” Carly explains, her voice still breathy from the intense orgasm. You lean back into Harry’s arms, feeling his strong embrace. You never knew how much you’d enjoy being this ****, this small, this submissive.

Sam nods, his eyes lingering on Carly’s body, the marks from the leash still visible on her neck. He seems torn, but the reality of the situation is clear. If they stay, they risk becoming the same mindless bimbo entertainment that you and Carly are now. You can see the understanding dawn on Harry’s face as he glances around the VIP booth. He knows the score.

“Take care of your twin sister. And don’t forget us. We’ll be back,” Harry says, his voice tight.

“I will, I promise,” you say, your eyes shining with excitement and … love.

With ****, Harry and Sam stand up, tucking their still hard cocks back into their pants. Harry leans down and kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, claiming you one last time before they have to leave. You can taste the saltiness of your juices on his lips, a delicious reminder of the pleasure he’s given you. Then they’re gone.

You and Carly are alone in the VIP booth, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. You both look at each other, the reality of your situation setting in. You’re now nothing more than bimbo pets, here for the entertainment and pleasure of others. But you’re not sad or scared. No, you’re filled with a strange, thrilling excitement.

“I wanna dance… go get cleaned up in the bathroom and then lets put our outfits back on…”

You nod, eager to follow Carly’s lead. The bathroom is small but clean, with a large mirror reflecting your new forms. There is a yucky smell. Like someone was sick. You shrug. You look down at your tiny body, marveling at the way your oversized tits and ass seem to dominate the space, even in the confines of the cramped room. You can’t help but sway your hips and pose, watching your reflection as you clean yourself up. The thought of going back out there, of being seen and used by more men, makes you wet all over again.

You clean yourself carefully. You go to put the paper towels in the bin and frown when you see a small, empty ziplock back. You take it out and stare at it. There is a plus mark and a B on it. Plus… Bimbo…? You exit to find Carly gone. Bimbo plus bag empty… the smell of someone being sick. You’re missing something… and where is Carly? You slip back into your catgirl outfit then head out into the VIP section of the club.

The music is even louder out here, the bass thumping through your chest like a heartbeat. You see Carly at the VIP bar, holding a tray with two whiskeys. It looks like the place is closing as there are no customers in the VIP area anymore. “Dredd and Luke were in the booth next to ours!” Carly says as she goes into the booth next door.

Dredd and Luke have just finished with two naked bimbos neither of you recognise. Strangely there are men’s clothes on the floor. “Daddy, did you give more men plus bimbo pills!”you asked in concern.

“Kelly and Golding. They were begging for it. Okay guys,” Dredd says to his crew. “Takes these three ex-cop bitches. You can have one each. Take them home and have some fun. I need you to get them some clothes and toiletries and shit. Bring them back tomorrow night for work…”

“Sure boss,” one says as the three crew each escort an ex-cop from Pussy Galore.

“Now then you two. Those men. The ones you were with. What did you tell them about Rogers and yourselves?”

Carly smiles at the memory of being fucked for her first time by Sam as she serves Luke and Dredd their drinks. You join them, kneeling down between Dredd’s legs happily, hoping he wants you to give him a blow job.

“Sam and Harry,” you confess. You can’t not tell Dredd. He is your daddy after all. “Samantha was Carl’s ex. I used to fuck Harry before I lost my… I mean gained my pussy.” You wished you didn’t have to tell them.

Luke raised his glass. “Two more loose ends we have to tie up. I’ll get their addresses and make them into bimbos… it’s going to be a busy night. But it will all work out fine. Here’s to you and your harem,” Luke said.

“May they have big boobs and tight pussies! And here is to your black market pill business, keeping my Harem well and truly stocked,” they downed their whiskeys.

Carly watched them drink their drinks with amusement then turned to you and said apologetically. “Sorry mistress. I had to do it.”

“Mistress. Didn’t this little slut… Carly… imprint on Jackie?” Luke asked.

“No. Becky made me cum in the back of the Humvee. She’s my mistress. I fooled you! But can I make a toast too. I’d like to make a toast to the Shag quintuplets, and to assholes getting their just desserts,” Carly said. “But I don’t have a drink. Actually, those drinks weren’t anything I’d want to drink. Not with those plus pills in them!” Carly giggled. “Surprise! I’m pretty sure you’ll both have big boobs and tight pussies soon too!”

“What…” Luke asked as his body spasmed and he started to change. “What… the fuck!?”

“Oh shit! Oh fuck no!” Dredd muttered as he stuck his fingers down his throat. He frowned when he couldn’t make himself sick.

“Oh Dredd… bimbos don’t have a gag reflex. It makes us really good at sucking cocks… you’re gonna be a good cock sucker! I just know it!” Carly observed as Dredd started to shrink, his skin growing paler.

“Oh no Carly! What have you done today?” You ask in shock. “Did you give them those plus bimbo pills!? But… but… Dredd’s cock. You knew how much I loved his cock! Carly, you’re such a meanie!”

“No!” Dredd staggered as he changed. He knew he would become a big breasted, petite, horny and submissive bimbo. Luke would too. “No!”

But it was too late. Dredd felt his body shrink. The fabric of his clothes loosening, excepting where it was tightening around his bulging chest and curving hips. His face softened, his nose grew smaller and his lips plumper. His body was now the epitome of female sexuality, all thanks to the potent pill Carly had slipped into his drink. He quailed in horror as his cock disappeared and was replaced with a wet, pink pussy.

"Oh, it's working," Carly said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she watched Luke and Dredd's transformation. "You know, I've always like seeing bastards getting a taste of their own medicine."

Dredd's voice grew higher, a **** squeak escaping his now-feminized throat. "Carly! You can’t do this!" His words were barely coherent. He stared at the blonde hair that had sprouted from his scalp, cascading down to his now narrow shoulders.

You found yourself frowning. You were imprinted on Dredd but this wasn’t Dredd anymore. She was just like you… a slut. “Hey. I think I’m free! I’m not imprinted on Dredd anymore... wow, how does that work!?”

The transformation is swift and brutal, stripping them of their masculine power and leaving them both panting and trembling in their new, smaller bodies. Luke and Dredd are now two stunning big breasted bimbo women, their fear and panic palpable in the air as they stare at their new forms in the mirror. You and Carly watch, a mix of amusement and satisfaction on your faces. They had done this to you, and now they knew exactly what it felt like to be at the mercy of a plus bimbo pill.

“I’m gonna make Luke imprint on me…” Carly said as she climbed atop a bewildered Luke and slipped her hand into Luke’s pants to finger the new bimbo’s pussy.

“Dibs Dredd!” You say as your hand slips into Dredd’s pants.

Dredd’s eyes widened with horror as you both claimed the new harem members. You can see the struggle in their eyes, the fight against their newfound subservience. But it’s futile. They’re bimbos now, and all they know is pleasure and servitude. “I’m going to make you imprint on me Dredd. I’m going to make you the lowest slut in the harem, you’re going to have to obey all your former working girls… As Amanda Shag!”

You lean in and whisper into Dredd’s ear, “You’re mine now, you little cunt. You’re going to love serving me, and all the other sluts here. And who knows, maybe I’ll have Harry breed you…”

The mention of Harry’s name sends a shiver down Dredd’s spine, and you can feel her body respond to the idea of being breed by a man. You grin, knowing that she’s already lost to the bimbo haze, unable to resist the power of the transformation. “You’re gonna cum and then it’s all over…” you promised.

As Carly starts to finger fuck Luke, you push Dredd’s legs wide. You lean in and whisper promises of future degradation to her, your voice a siren’s call that promises nothing but pleasure and submission. Dredd’s eyes try to focus, but it’s moot and in moments she leans back, letting you take control.

Your other hand makes it way up her body, tracing the curves that have so dramatically changed. Your rub her new pussy, already slick with arousal. You slide a finger inside, feeling her tighten around you. She’s so wet, so ready. You curl your finger, finding that spot that makes her squirm, and start to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. Dredd’s breath catches, her hips jerking forward as you explore her. She’s no longer black and muscular. She looks just like you. The tiniest of fuckpets, just like you.

Her eyes are wide, staring into yours with a mix of fear and need. You can see the battle raging inside her - the need to resist, the desire to give in. But it’s no use. She’s a bimbo now, and all she wants is to be filled and used. You add another finger, stretching her open, making her whimper. Her legs spread wider, giving you better access. You can feel her pussy pulsing around you, begging for more.