Take everything, add some features

You snap Polly from her revelry: ”So… sandwich!”

”Wh- where’s the Lady Evellyn?” Polly asks, masking her concern.

You contemptuously wave your fingers: ”Oh, she’s fine, she’s on a little sidequest. With not a stitch to weigh her down I’m certain she’ll be home soon too.”

”Not a stitch, d-does that mea-“

”Sandwich,” you smile politely.

Polly swiftly turns towards the counter, rushing to prepare your meal. You are about to head out of the room, but halt mid-stride. You could see the exhilaration in Polly’s eyes… perhaps you should give her what she seems to crave. Resolving yourself to escalate the fun, you halt time and methodically strip Polly of all her clothing, admiring the deliciously plump and curvaceous figure which comes into view as you slip off each part of her uniform. Her body is a striking tableau of softness and pudginess, as you reduce her to total nudity.

You’re feeling particularly mischievous though, and should live up to the menacing aura you seemed to have exuded. Hurrying back and forth to acquire some suitable accessories, you now adorn her with a pair of high heels and fishnet stockings, which dig with a satisfying > snap < into the soft flesh around her lower thighs. Next you secure a black ballgag around her head, and tweak Polly’s large, saggy nipples a little bit.

When you resume time, Polly’s immediate reaction is a mix of confusion and mortification as she is left in a bewildered state, trying to balance on the heels while muffling incoherent protests through the gag. Her hands flit nervously between her mouth, breasts, groin and ass, desperately trying to cover herself or reach to undo the gag, while her legs teeter and shift to avoid falling over. You watch with a smirk as she wobbles and mumbles through the gag, clearly overwhelmed by the absurdity of her new attire. Her large breasts sway enticingly, as she spins around in inert confusion.

“Oh, Polly, I trust you’ll manage to whip up that sandwich pronto. You can remove the gag once it’s ready. I’m counting on you!” With a final chuckle, you turn to leave the kitchen, leaving Polly in her comically flustered state, heels clacking on the tiles.