Check on Candy(the other one)

Jake Trask's house patio area, at 4:12 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024(Candy's perspective)

My name is Candy now—used to be Derek—and right now I'm completely owned by Connor.

I'm still bent over the wooden patio table where he positioned me twenty minutes ago, my massive H-cup breasts squashed against the rough surface, my neon pink sports bra pulled up to expose them completely. My platinum blonde hair hangs in sweaty tangles around my face, sticking to my golden-tan cheeks. My sapphire blue eyes are unfocused, glazed with overwhelming submission.

Connor's eight-inch cock pistons in and out of my soaking pussy with mechanical precision. He's been fucking me continuously—barely stopping except to shift positions slightly—and my athletic body trembles with exhaustion.

"That's my good breeding slut," Connor growls above me, his tribal-tattooed shoulders flexing as he grips my hips harder. "Taking every inch like you were made for it."

"Yes," I whimper automatically, my voice hoarse from moaning. "Made for your cock—only yours—"

The words spill out before I can stop them. The Taste of Submission effect has completely rewired my brain since I swallowed his cum earlier. Every command he gives feels like divine law. Every degrading word makes my pussy clench tighter around his shaft.

"You're gonna let me breed you all fucking night," he continues, one hand releasing my hip to grab a fistful of my blonde hair. He yanks my head back sharply, arching my spine. "Gonna pump load after load into this tight cunt until you're overflowing."

"Please," I gasp, tears streaming down my face—though I couldn't say if they're from pain or overwhelming pleasure. "Breed me—use me—I'm yours—"

My Bimbo effect makes the words come easier, makes my thoughts simpler. I used to be analytical, observant. Now all I can think about is Connor's cock and how desperately I need to obey him.

"Damn right you're mine," he grunts, speeding up his brutal thrusts. The wet slap of his pelvis against my thick ass echoes across the patio. "My personal fucktoy. Gonna keep you like this all week."

Somewhere in the back of my degrading mind, I know my transformation only lasts eight hours—ends at 11:14 PM tonight. But the thought of disobeying Connor, of not being available whenever he wants me, fills me with genuine panic.

"Whatever you want," I moan desperately, my pussy clenching around him reflexively. "Anything—just keep using me—need your cum—"

The Hypersensitive Skin effect makes every point of contact feel magnified. His fingers digging into my hip. His cock stretching my walls. Even the rough wood against my H-cups sends electric shocks through my nervous system.

"Gonna fill you again," Connor warns, his rhythm becoming erratic. "Third load today—gonna knock you up for sure—"

"Yes! Breed me!" I cry out shamelessly, not caring that Candi just walked over from the bar area and is watching us now. "Put a baby in me—make me yours forever—"