Yes (Remake)

Candy stepped out of the house onto the porch, her 15-centimeter red stripper heels clicking loudly with every step. Her massive 36G tits bounced heavily in the tight white top, almost spilling out with each movement. The thin black thong string completely disappeared between her huge, juicy ass cheeks, which swayed from side to side like two ripe watermelons. Her pigtails bounced playfully, and her plump bimbo lips were slightly parted.

"John, what are you still doing here? I thought you’d already left for school," she said in her new sweet, horny voice, tilting her head slightly.

John turned to her, still stunned by his father’s transformation.

"Sorry, Mom, I was just talking to Dad for a couple seconds..."

Candy giggled, stepped closer, and ran a long manicured nail down his chest.

"John, you know I don’t give a fuck whether you go to school or not. It’s completely up to you, hehe... You’re the man of the house now, Daddy. And this..." she nodded toward the cherry-red sissy slut standing in her heels, still holding the wet 10-inch black dildo, "...this isn’t your dad anymore. This is your sissy whore. And I’m Candy. You can call me that, Daddy..."

She licked her plump lips and seductively stepped right up to John. Her heavy tits pressed against his chest. Without waiting for an answer, Candy kissed him hard and deep. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and filthy — her tongue immediately shoved into his mouth, aggressively twisting around his. She moaned straight into his lips, sucking his tongue greedily like it was a cock. John couldn’t resist and grabbed two big handfuls of her juicy, bouncy bubble butt under the tiny top. His fingers sank deep into the soft, hot flesh, kneading her massive ass while they made out hungrily right on the porch. Spit mixed together, Candy rubbed her huge tits against him, and her thong was already soaked.

After ten seconds they broke apart, breathing heavily. A thick string of saliva still connected their lips.

Candy turned to her former husband, now a completely broken sissy bimbo, and commanded in a dominant voice:

"Put on your collar and gag, you cum dumpster."

The sissy lowered her eyes obediently, her tiny one-inch clit twitching again under the microskirt.

"Sorry, Mistress... I should have already put it on," she replied in a high, shy bimbo voice.

She quickly bent over (her enormous fat ass fully popping out from under the skirt), pulled a pink leather collar with "Cum Slut" written on it and a big red ball gag from her bag. She fastened the collar around her neck, then shoved the ball gag into her mouth and tightened the straps. Drool immediately started dripping down her chin.

Candy smiled with satisfaction, grabbed the long leash, clipped it to the sissy’s collar and gave it a sharp tug.

"Good girl. Now let’s go, Mistress Candy and her personal sissy whore are late for the club."

They both strutted toward the car, their heels loudly clicking. Two massive, round asses — one belonging to the cherry-red sissy, the other to Candy — bounced and jiggled heavily with every step. Their microskirts barely covered anything, so the thongs and bare, puffy pussy lips kept flashing openly. The neighbors who were outside at that moment (some watering the lawn, some taking out the trash) didn’t look surprised at all. They just waved and smiled like nothing weird was happening.

Candy turned her head toward John while walking, blew him a kiss with her plump lips and shouted:

"Don’t miss us too much, Daddy! Tonight Candy’s gonna drain you dry..."

John stayed standing on the porch, watching them get into the car. His cock was rock hard again.

"Fuck… Where should I go next?" he thought, feeling absolute power at his fingertips.