An udder-ly deserved punishment

“Well, what the fuck are you gonna do?! It’s not like this can get any worse. It’s like I’m your fucking plaything, I-“ “You are.” Joanna cut off your tirade. “You’re mine to do with as I please. And I’m treating you so well! You get to be an adorable little e-girl for me, and all want in return is for you to play along! Isn’t that great?” “Fuck. You.” You glared at Joanna. “You fucking bitch! How can you stand there and act like you’re doing me a fucking favour?! I didn’t want to be like this, to look like this! Hell, you shrunk me down to four foot fucking eight!”

“Quiet,” Joanna said, tapping the device. Your throat caught in the middle of your rant. You tried to speak, but nothing comes out. Your eyes widened as your mouth opened and closed in a mimicry of speech, but no sound issued forth. You stood silently as Joanna slowly stalked towards you, your gaze locked to her. As she got closer your gaze was **** upwards, and you couldn’t help but shrink away from her towering figure.

You caught Joanna’s eye and saw a nasty gleam you didn’t like the look of. You were suddenly filled with a helpless fear, nervous as to what she might do. “I gave you a chance,” Joanna said in a low whisper. “You could have had such an amazing life, and all you had to do was play nice. I guess I’ll have to try something different.” Suddenly she reached down and grabbed your right breast roughly.

You gasped in pain as Joanna **** you into a kneeling position, her nails digging through your top into your flesh. “These are a little small still, don’t you think?” she said breathlessly, her voice unusually manic. “I think your behaviour has earned you an…upgrade, shall we say?” Still unable to speak, you shook your head vigorously. Whatever she was planning, you knew it would be so much worse than anything so far. “No? Well, my dear Lana, I’m afraid it’s not exactly your decision. What I say goes, and I say bigger!” You heard a gurgling sound as your breasts slowly began to grow in size, pushing your top out and filling Joanna’s hand. Your thighs and ass followed suit, filling with fat.

Looking down, you noticed that in addition to your steadily expanding figure Joanna had made another change. Your top was no longer all-black. It still had black splotches, but was mostly white. It also seems to have much less fabric than before, and looked almost more like a bikini top. Unbeknownst to you, Joanna had made other small tweaks as well. Gone was your over-the-top makeup. Your pink hair had turned a rich chestnut, and an adorable cow-themed headband was resting on top. Your eyes were larger, and a beautiful deep brown.

You had little time to muse over your wardrobe change, however, as the sensitivity in your nipples suddenly multiplied tenfold and a rush of sexual energy flooded your system. “Oh my god,” you moaned involuntarily, and you realised that you could speak again.