Remove the chains

"What did you do?" She asks, stunned by her new lisp and breathy whine.

"I made you what you really are. A horny slut who was never fit to lead anyone, any-more than a breeding mare is fit to be ridden." You say, slapping her cunt and sending her into another fit of orgasms.

"Thtop it!" She cries out. "Pweath weave Kiki alone!"

She looks surprised and you grin.

"You can't refer to yourself except in the third person now." You inform her, giving her another smack and putting her at the mercy of another barrage of pleasure. "You'll discover the other little tricks I played on your mind, once we get you down from there."

She shakes her head and desperately swings back and forth in her chains, afraid that you are going to **** her.

"Don't worry, Kiki...there'll be no more pain in your life once you accept my gift. No more being **** to live up to expectations...no more trying to prove that you are something you are not." You explain as the chains gently lower her top-heavy form to the floor.

She staggers to her feet, her wrists and ankles wracked with pain and her whole body weak from lack of food. She puckers her ridiculous lips and tries to glare hatefully at you. You just rub the Reality Marble again and her eyes widen as her long, natural red hair becomes neon orange and her vaguely pointed ears become longer and conical, comical representations of one half of her ancestry that stick out half a foot to either side of her head. She reaches up to try to halt their growth and discovers how sensitive they are, letting out another involuntary moan.

"Now, you know that you can't defeat me. Submit to being leashed and I'll reward you with some more cummies, alright?" You command, as she removes her hands from her new erogenous zones, **** to squat by the weight of her ludicrous tits.

She tries to throw a punch at you, but even without using any of your infinite power, you step out of the way and allow her to fall across your lap. Kneeling in this dungeon doesn't sound like fun, so you conjure a chair to sit on, while you grab both of those hypersensitive ears and **** another hideously whorish shriek of pleasure out of her.

Draping her orgasming form across your lap, you decide to make her ass particularly sensitive as well, although without the same pleasure receiving nerves. Then you begin to spank her, reducing her to tears with only a few mild swats. It's only once she's sobbing, you realize that you have inflated her breasts, but not her posterior.

Of course, if you make it too big, she won't be able to stand up.