When Ren and Sae met.

Ren sighed in exasperation, his shoulders slumping as he muttered, "Yes, sir..." before trudging up the creaking stairs. Makoto followed with an eager giggle, her platform heels clacking against each step in a way that made his skin crawl. The moment the attic door clicked shut behind them, she was already peeling off what little fabric passed for clothing—her tiny skirt dropping in a heap, the cropped blouse unbuttoned with a single, practiced flick of her fingers. Her sandals flew across the room, one smacking against the wall with a dull thud.

Ren barely had time to react before she shoved him backward onto the lumpy mattress, her strength still intimidating despite her airheaded demeanor. His jeans were yanked down before he could protest, the zipper scraping against his hips, and his boxers followed in one swift motion. Makoto straddled him before he could even think to resist, her plush thighs squeezing his hips as she positioned herself with alarming precision.

Makoto's squeal pierced the attic's stale air as her hips slammed down, taking every inch of Ren in one slick, practiced motion. Her back arched violently, enormous fake tits jiggling obscenely as her first orgasm hit instantly—a gushing flood of arousal soaking both their thighs while her neon pink nails dug crescent moons into his chest. "Ohhhh Ren-Ren~!" she wailed, voice cracking with overstimulation, her blown-out pupils swallowing the amber of her irises whole. "Your cock feels sooooo good!" Her giggle dissolved into breathy moans as she began bouncing with jackhammer intensity, each upward stroke leaving him barely halfway out before she impaled herself again with a wet slap of flesh.

Ren's vision whited out momentarily as her vice-like inner muscles milked him ruthlessly, her transformed body operating on some grotesque autopilot designed to wring out pleasure. He gasped, hands flailing—one tangling in her hair, the other sinking into the squishy silicone of her ass—as she rode him with the single-minded hunger of a starving animal. Drool dripped from her glossy lips onto his collarbone, her breath coming in pornographic little "ah-ah-ah!" pants timed to each downward thrust.

"D-do ya wanna be my boyfriend!?"

Ren could only stammer, "I—you—" before her bouncing swallowed his words, each wet slap of her ass against his thighs punctuated by her high-pitched, whorish moans. Her inner walls clenched like a greedy fist around his cock, the relentless rhythm making his hips buck involuntarily as he felt the telltale twitch deep inside him. Makoto squealed, sensing his impending release, and slammed down hard, clamping every muscle tight to milk him dry while sealing her lips over his in a sloppy, nicotine-tinged kiss that tasted like cheap gloss and desperation, her tongue probing possessively as his cum flooded her waiting cunt.

Ren's consciousness swam in a thick, syrupy haze, the aftershocks of Makoto's violent riding still vibrating through his nerves. He drifted half asleep, vaguely aware of her weight lifting off him—the sudden cool air on his wet cock making him shiver—before her bare feet padded away towards the stairs. Her voice, high and squeaky with excitement, pierced the fog: "Sae-nee! Ya did HOW many!? Ten!? OMG you're like, such a slut~! Yeah, yeah, OH! I'm like, at my new BF's place! I like, found him today! His name is Ren-Ren! He's all sleepy but his dick's still like, super hard! Come over, come over! We'll double-team him like that one scene where ya deepthroated that baseball bat! Ya will!? KK I'll like, send ya the deets!" Makoto's giggle dissolved into breathy moans as she presumably touched herself while listening to Sae's explicit recounting of her gangbang shoot. Ren slipped back under, the sounds of her fingering and Sae's tinny, pornographic narration from the phone speaker lulling him into a sweaty, exhausted doze.

One Hour later....

Ren surfaced from his sweaty daze to the wet, obscene sound of slurping—two sets of lips working feverishly along his shaft. His vision swam into focus on Sae Nijima's face buried in his groin, her own inflated tits swaying beneath a sheer mesh top as she sucked his balls with noisy abandon while Makoto bobbed above her, taking his cockhead deep into her throat with gagging enthusiasm. Sae's vacant eyes flicked up, smudged mascara giving her a raccoon-like leer as she moaned around his sack, her tongue lapping broad stripes from base to tip where Makoto's lips sealed tight. "Mmmph! Sis like, finally showed up~!" Makoto gasped, pulling off with a lewd pop, spit-strung lips glistening. "Told ya she'd wanna like totally, taste Ren-Ren's yummy cumstick!" Sae just giggled, the sound muffled against his thigh, her neon-pink claws digging into his hips as she redoubled her sloppy efforts, her nose bumping Makoto's dripping chin.

Ren's groan caught in his throat—half from the overwhelming sensation, half from horror—as Sae suddenly pulled back, fishing a rhinestone-encrusted phone from her cleavage. "Say 'ahhhh~!'" she chirped, her voice high and vapid as she angled the camera up at their joined mouths on his cock.

The phone's flash erupted just as Ren's control shattered—thick ropes of cum splattering across Sae's inflated cheeks and Makoto's gaping mouth in pearly streaks. His face burned crimson under the lens, awkward shock warring with the electric jolts of release still coursing through his spent cock. "Oooh, perfect!" Sae squealed, licking a stripe through the mess on her sister's chin before angling the camera for a dripping selfie. "Gonna post this with #LuckyGirlsGetCreamed~!" Makoto just moaned, scooping the spillage from her silicone cleavage with two fingers and sucking them clean with obscene relish, her vacant eyes fixed adoringly on Ren's flushed face.

Before he could protest—or even process the viral nightmare brewing—Makoto shoved him flat, straddling his mouth with her dripping, swollen cunt while Sae sank onto his miraculously re-hardening cock with a guttural groan. "Eat me good, boyfriend~!" Makoto demanded, grinding her sticky folds against his lips as Sae began bouncing with piston-like precision, her inner walls already fluttering into another orgasm around him. Ren choked, nostrils flooded with the tang of sex and cheap perfume, tongue lapping instinctively at Makoto's clit as Sae's relentless rhythm milked another trembling buildup from his core. Every time any of them orgasmed her and Sae switched places.

Ren's mind fractured under the sensory overload—Sae's grinding cunt smothering his gasps while Makoto's greedy pussy milked his cock with rhythmic convulsions. A detached part of him screamed that this was wrong, that he'd warped these women into mindless fuck-toys with that cursed wish, but their moans of "Deeper, Ren-Ren!" and "Fuck yes, gimme that cum!" drowned out the guilt. He came again, vision blurring as Makoto shrieked her climax, her inner walls spasming like a hungry mouth around his pulsing shaft. Sae while on her turn on his face, pulled off his face turning around, her swollen pussy glistening with his spit, and crashed her mouth onto his in a sloppy, possessive kiss that tasted of her own arousal. "Mine......." she panted against his lips, her silicone tits mashing against his chest. "Nuh-uh! OUR boyfriend now~!" Makoto pouted and then giggled, collapsing beside them in a sweaty heap, her hand already wandering back to his sticky cock. "Forever an' ever!"

Exhaustion hit Ren like a freight train as the sisters cuddled against him, their transformed bodies radiating unnatural heat. Sae nuzzled his neck, murmuring about her next bukkake shoot, while Makoto sleepily fondled his balls, mumbling flirtations as she did so. His last coherent thought before darkness swallowed him was a dizzying clash of triumph and terror—he'd gotten his harem of adoring, hypersexual bimbo slaves, just as the glowing woman promised starting with them!