Dancing Queen

"No!" Melissa pleaded. "I know you still love me, Brock. Why can't we just be together again? You can -- you can make me forget all about this! We can be just like we used to be!"

Brock's fingers rapidly tapped on the silver device. And then they paused. Could it be true? Could he still love the woman that turned him into an idiotic sex-addict with insanely large breasts -- and a vagina? No. It was true that he loved the woman he thought he married, but obviously Melissa was never her. He could make her that woman if he wanted to, but did he?

Seeing his friend's internal struggle, Inglesias spoke up.

"Dude, she laughed while she watched me pound you with a twelve-inch dick. She deserves a little payback."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Ing," said Brock. "I mean, I know you are. A little payback, huh? Okay, let's start there."

As his fingers worked Melissa's slinky red dress suddenly deflated -- or more accurately, her bust did.

"Oh, that's mature," she said sarcastically. "You think I'm going to whine about having small breasts again?"

"Yeah, you used to be, what? An A cup?" asked Brock. "What letter comes before A?"

Another tap and Melissa's dress slipped off her shoulders, leaving a red satin C-cup bra hanging on a chest as flat as a ten-year-old boy's. The blond woman sneered at her ex and scooted back and forth on the couch in a vain effort to stand up.

"Nope, you stay sitting," said Brock. "Don't worry, I'm not turning you into a troll. As a matter of fact, I bet you love the new you."

Melissa's face turned ashen as she watched her former lover make more edits to her profile. She felt her ass deflate next, going from a sexy, round shelf to a barely-there bump. Then she felt a strange tickle in her crotch and any color left in her face drained out completely. Pressure built in her panties, then pain. She lifted her skirt to see an enormous cock and balls squeezed inside her red satin panties, and only after pulling them aside did she get any relief. After being freed, the ten inch dong between her legs flopped against her thigh with a wet smack.

"A-a big dick?" said Melissa. "You think that's a punishment? I bet I'm bigger than you now, aren't I? So, what, do you like feeling inferior? You want to see me hit some pussy with this?"

Brock just smiled and kept typing. With the physical changes done, he began working on the mental ones.

"Huh?" said Melissa. "You're doing something to my head now, aren't you? Think you're a big man, cuz' you have the, uh...the shiny thing? Mmm. I could use a big man. Oh! I know! Make your peepee real big! I love a big peepee! Not like my wittle clit! Please! I need a really big one in my ass!"

"There! That should do it!" said Brock. "Hope you enjoy your new life as a queen, Melissa! But not just any queen -- now you're both a size queen and a drag queen! Not quite as smart as Funbags was, but since you love stripping almost as much as cock, you should be able to get by."

"Hey, can I see the phone for a second, Brock?" asked Inglesias.

The dark-haired man laughed out loud after he made one last edit. When Brock looked at the phone he did the same.

"Okay, you can go now," he said. "Good luck in your new career -- I'm sure you're going to be a heck of a stripper, especially with a great name like Anally Lovesit."