Work, Boring old Work

MM woke to find himself in familiar surroundings – his small but cozy apartment. The dream fading away as it was unimportant, leaving an unsettling residue that clung like fog.

But reality beckoned: bills needed paying, and a 10-hour shift as mechanic loomed ahead. He dragged himself out of bed with **** .

The day passed slowly; MM found himself lost in thought more often than not – replaying the previous night’s events over again. But it wasn’t all bad news; he was still young enough to appreciate certain perks, like getting flirted at by female customers.

One girl seemed particularly keen on him - her cleavage spilling out of a low-cut shirt as she leaned against the workbench. MM tried to ignore it but couldn't help noticing how the fabric clung precariously close between those perfect breasts.

Another customer arrived shortly after – an older woman whose curves were more subtle yet no less alluring. She wore tight jeans that hugged her hips and thighs, making it impossible not to stare.

MM felt himself growing hard beneath his overalls, a mix of guilt shame coursing through him as he tried focus on the tasks at hand. It was like living in two worlds – one where Danielle’s transformation hung precariously close by another world that demanded normalcy and routine.

The whine of a car engine filled the garage as MM tightened bolts beneath its hood , but even that familiar rhythm couldn't drown out the persistent hum in back on her head . He was restless – bored by work yet unable to fully shake off feeling like something momentous hung precariously close.

A notification buzzed from his pocket, pulling him away momentarily: a message waiting for MM’s attention from Danielle

The timing seemed almost uncanny; as if she could sense the yearning in back of mind .

He quickly glanced at screen – her words were simple enough , just “Thinking about you…” followed by three heart emojis. But even those innocuous symbols felt charged with something more, a hidden urgency that made his pulse quicken

A wave guilt washed over him for ignoring earlier messages but he couldn’t help himself; the thought of Danielle growing larger and closer to fulfilling fantasies was intoxicating .

His fingers hovered above the reply button , torn between responsibility at work and this inexplicable pull towards her.

The wrench slipped slightly in MM’s hand as he fought back the urge to respond . He took several deep breaths , forcing himself refocus on task at hand – tightening that last bolt, getting this car roadworthy.

“Work first,” MM muttered under his breath more for own benefit than anything else.

He knew Danielle wouldn't disappear; the connection they’d forged was something beyond simple messages . It pulsed beneath the surface of things , a constant reminder that he held power over her very being

But there were other responsibilities, too – bills to pay rent that wasn‘t going away on its own. He needed stay grounded in reality for at least another few hours

The rest of his shift passed slowly; every female customer’s smile felt like a taunt. Even the smell of oil and grease couldn't fully mask scent that clung to him – Danielle, always present.

When finally clocked out for day he walked to his car feeling drained but strangely exhilarated – as if escaping some invisible trap only by sheer willpower

He was exhausted , both physically mentally; but there would be time enough later tonight .

The thought lingered in mind like a half-forgotten dream – the image of Danielle's breasts, full and rounder than ever before.

The moment MM stepped into his apartment, he pulled out phone – the familiar buzz of Danielle’s name on screen pulling at him like an anchor dragging towards depths unknown

He typed a message: "Hey…been thinking about you all day…"

His words felt almost timid compared to what was brewing inside him.

Danielle responded instantly with fiery enthusiasm, her messages growing more daring by the second : “I’ve been waiting for this,” she wrote , “thinking of ways we could spend tonight together…”

MM's breath caught as he read on:

" I want you all to myself," Danielle continued " Imagine me…completely naked. Just like that photo, but better…"

But then the words took a sharp turn into something darker : “I’ve been dreaming about becoming more than just beautiful for you…” she typed , her language laced with an unsettling intensity

“More powerful,” another message followed quickly after .

Then came what truly chilled MM to his core: " I want you…to make me complete. To give birth, not a baby but something new...something stronger."

Her words hung in the air between them - a terrifying mix of desire and submission intertwined with an unnerving ambition

MM felt both repulsed yet strangely drawn into this twisted fantasy she was weaving .

"A futanari," Danielle added , "with my own…penis, just for you…" Her final message left MM speechless.

He stared at the screen in disbelief - his initial desires now dwarfed by a fear he couldn't quite understand. He has always wanted to explore futanari sex, but they didn't exist. But now, he didn't even realize, he could make it real.

He has always wanted to explore futanari sex, but they didn't exist. But now, he didn't even realize, he could make it real.

The words hung in the air like smoke from an unholy ritual - "a futanari...with my own…penis."

A chill snaked down Matt's spine, yet his heart hammered against ribs with unexpected excitement . This was forbidden territory , something he’d only dared to fantasize about before.

Futanaris – beings of both sexes combined in a way that defied nature - had always existed solely within the realm imagination but now...now they could be real

His mind raced, conjuring up images Danielle transformed : smooth skin stretched taut over new curves , her once feminine body becoming something more feminine yet undeniably alluring with a nice cock.

And then came his own desires taking center stage – a primal urge to possess this creation of power . He envisioned Danielle kneeling before him with that magnificent six-inch cock, slicked wet from anticipation

He could practically feel the heat radiating off it as she writhed beneath touch , begging for release

"A measuring cup worth," he typed back into phone without hesitation.

It wasn't just about sex anymore; this was a power fantasy taking shape before his eyes - the ability to mold someone else’s body, their very essence

"I wish Danielle is a futanari with a 6 inch cock that can cum a measuring cup worth of cum each ejaculation" he said out loud with fervor.

The phone buzzed in MM’s hand, vibrating against his palm like an eager heartbeat . He looked down to see another image from Danielle - this time it was even more shocking than the last.

There she stood , naked once again but something had changed drastically : where her womanhood lay before now protruded a thick shaft of flesh – smooth and undeniably masculine in its fullness

It pulsed with life, nearly six inches long as MM’s own mind envisioned . A dark stain bloomed at base suggesting that it wasn't just an image; she was truly experiencing this transformation

But the caption beneath sent shivers down his spine : "Ready for you to worship me," Danielle wrote , her words dripping with a sadistic delight. “This is only beginning.”

MM’s breath hitched in throat as he stared at the screen, unable tear himself away .

He felt both repulsed and strangely aroused by the sheer audacity of it all – this power she wielded over his own desires

The image was too real to ignore; Danielle wasn't just playing a game anymore. This had become something darker , more primal - an exploration into forbidden territories that threatened consume him entirely

How could he resist? How long would be able stand against the tide of her will ?

This new reality, where his fantasies were coming true at such disturbing cost – was it worth sacrificing everything for this twisted pleasure

The answer hung heavy in air like a poisoned chalice.

MM’s hand trembled as it reached out, fingers tracing the outline Danielle' s new form on screen . His gaze was locked onto that burgeoning erection , the promise potent even through pixels

He didn 't try fight it anymore; years of pent-up desires surged to surface like a tidal wave. He let himself fall into oblivion - his own needs dissolving in wake this newfound obsession

The world shrank down to Danielle's image, her face contorted with an almost predatory glee as she sent photo after picture . Each one more explicit than the last – showcasing every inch of that new body , those burgeoning curves

His mind reeled from it all: a perverse symphony played out in his own private theater.

And then came the command - sharp, demanding yet laced with an undeniable intimacy :

"Cum for me," Danielle typed . "Make this real."

There was no question of refusal; MM obeyed without hesitation , spilling himself into the void created by her words

As he climaxed a wave satisfaction washed over him but it wasn't pure pleasure. There was something unsettling, almost predatory about his own response

The image that followed solidified those feelings: Danielle in another selfie - this time with breasts even fuller than before . They strained against fabric of some flimsy lingerie , overflowing like ripen fruit

A dark chuckle escaped MM’s lips as he typed back "Good girl," the words tasting like ashes on tongue. He knew it was wrong, but couldn't stop himself from wanting more

What had started with a simple desire for power now morphed into something darker - an addiction fueled by Danielle ' s increasingly disturbing transformations

He felt like puppet master in this twisted game , pulling strings of her body and soul - yet he wasn’t sure if she was playing him just as much, or even more so.

The weight of what he’d done pressed down upon MM like a physical burden . He needed escape – something familiar yet different enough to cleanse his palate after the raw intensity Danielle's transformation

He opened up a web browser, navigating to a website filled with digital fantasies - cartoon futanari porn, an art form that had always enticed him to jerk feverishly.

His eyes scanned across rows of images: women with cocks of various sizes.

He clicked through various videos, watching scenes unfold with a horny curiosity. It was almost clinical; a study conducted from safe distance behind the veil screen.

But something lingered beneath that surface - an unsettling echo of Danielle's transformation.

His gaze fell upon one image: a woman standing tall and proud – her form lean yet powerful as she held her thick cock , easily fourteen inches long and glistening with lube, pulsating like a throbbing vein.

The size was obscene - almost comical even. Yet MM found himself mesmerized by it; the sheer scale of its presence both terrifying and alluring

He lingered on that image for far longer than he intended , his mind replaying Danielle's words echoing in ears: "Ready to worship me?"

He came once more and fell asleep.