Embarrassed

Embarrassment floods through your new body as you realize you've been caught masturbating to images of yourself. But the embarrassment is quickly overridden by a surge of arousal that makes your cheeks burn and your pussy throb. You're not just turned on; you're **** for sex. The collar around your neck feels tighter, seemingly axconstant reminder of your newfound sexual nature.

You swivel around in the chair to face Todd, eyes wide and pleading. "I-I'm sorry, Sir," you stutter, the submissive tone slipping out naturally. You're not sure if it's the collar or the situation, but you know you want to be punished. You want to be claimed, to be used, to be his. Jesus Christ who are you now?!

Todd's face is stern, but there's a glint of arousal in his eyes. "You know the rules, Jen. No touching without permission."

“I um forgot…” you say, looking up at him. He is so much taller than you now.

Todd’s stern look doesn’t waver. He approaches you, his nakedness stark against the backdrop of the room. His cock is erect, and you know he’s just as aroused as you are. He reaches out and takes your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “You forgot? You know better than that, don’t you?”

Your eyes dart to the floor, and you nod, feeling the heat in your cheeks spread to your neck and chest. “Yes, Sir,” you murmur, the words slipping out with surprising ease. You crave his dominance, his touch, his punishment. You want to be the submissive fuckpet he sees you as.

Todd's hand releases your chin, and he grabs the leather strap hanging from the back of the chair. You know what’s coming, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. He takes a firm stance behind you, and you lean over the chair, presenting your bare bottom to him. The cold leather strap makes your skin tingle, and you bite your lip, waiting for the first blow.

It comes swiftly, a sharp crack that echoes through the room. You gasp, the pain surprisingly delightful, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You feel your cheeks heat up, not just from the spank but from the sheer humiliation of your position. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this situation, but it’s the first time you’ve felt like this—like a bad little girl who desperately needs to be corrected. You’re soaking wet, your tiny body begging for more, nipples erect. You want him to fuck you from behind. The thought makes your pussy clench with need.

Another spank, harder this time, and you bite down harder on your lip to muffle the moan. Each strike of the strap sends a wave of pain that morphs into a delicious thrill, making your toes curl. You’re lost in the sensation, your mind a whirlwind of submission and desire. You crave his cock, his dominance, his ownership. The spanking continues, like a rhythmic beat of pain and pleasure that has you squirming on the chair. “Please sir, I…” you blush having been on the verge of asking him to fuck you. You. A man trapped in this porn stars body. You can see why she was a porn star. Your body wants it bad.

Your thoughts are interrupted by another smack. You’re his fuckpet now, aren’t you? His little slut to use and **** as he sees fit. You want it so badly you can taste it. You want to drop to your knees and beg for his cock, for his cum, for his punishment. The room seems to spin around you as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge of your sanity, or perhaps it’s just your arousal reaching a fever pitch.

You can feel the warmth spreading across your ass with each smack of the strap. It’s like a brand, a mark of his ownership. And you love it. You want more. You need more. You’re a greedy little whore, and you know it. You start to pant and whine, pushing your ass back into each blow, eager for the next. The pain isn’t pain anymore; it’s a delicious symphony of sensation that’s tuned your body into a finely strung instrument, ready to play whatever tune he desires.

The spanking goes on, each stroke harder than the last. You can feel the welts rising on your skin, but you don’t care. All you care about is pleasing him, making him happy. You know you’re a bad girl for touching yourself without his permission, but you can’t help it. You’re just so **** for his attention, his touch. The collar around your neck feels like a noose, tightening with every smack, reminding you of your place.

Todd’s hand moves from the strap to your hair, gripping a fistful of it and yanking your head back. “You want it, don’t you?” he growls, his voice deep and authoritative. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?”

You whimper, nodding fervently. “Yes, Sir, please!” The words spill from your lips like a **** prayer. Your body is on fire, craving his touch, his control. You know you should be embarrassed, but all you feel is a deep, burning need for him to claim you, to take you as his own.

Todd releases the strap, and his hand caresses the warm, red skin of your ass before smacking you one last time. The sound echoes in the room, and you let out a squeal of pleasure. He moves around the chair, and you feel his presence in front of you, his cock pressing against your cheek. You can smell the musk of his arousal, and it makes you even wetter.

"On the bed, slut," he commands, and you scurry to the bedroom, your heart racing. The large, comfortable bed that you've slept in so many times now seems like a stage for your new role. You get on all fours, your head down on the pillow, your ass up in the air, presenting yourself to him like the obedient little fuckpet you've become.

Todd doesn't waste any time. He climbs onto the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips. You feel his cock, hot and thick, nudge against your slick folds. He doesn't bother with foreplay; he's too wound up from the spanking and your eager submission. With one firm thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. You moan into the pillow, the sound muffled by the fabric as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. This is better than your thought.

Your body moves with his, your hips jutting back to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your whimpers and his grunts of pleasure. You're so wet that his cock slides in and out of you with ease, and the pain from the spanking has transformed into a deep, aching need for release. You're a vessel for his pleasure, a toy for him to use as he sees fit.

You can feel the tension building inside of you, your pussy tightening around his cock with every stroke. The collar around your neck seems to pulse with your heartbeat, a constant reminder of your submission. You want to scream, to beg for more, but all that comes out are muffled cries into the pillow. Your body feels like it's on the edge of something incredible, something you've never felt before.

Somewhere, distantly, you hear the DVD playing… the one that changed you into a slut… but here, in this moment, all that matters is the thick, pulsing cock that’s buried deep inside you. The pain from the spanking has transformed into a **** need, and you push back into him, urging him to fuck you harder. Your body feels like it’s made of liquid lust, and you’re lost in the sensation of his rough, aggressive thrusts. You look up and see two huge breasted lesbians on the tv as you both cum. Things shift.

You blink, and suddenly, you’re no longer looking at the mirror. You’re looking at a reflection of yourself, but with a set of massive, gravity-defying breasts that bounce with every movement. The room has changed again, and now it’s a dimly lit, velvet-covered lair that screams of sexual excess. And standing before you is not Todd, but a mirror image of yourself, just as voluptuous and **** for release.

The sight of your new form sends a shock of excitement through your body. You watch as your doppelgänger approaches, her hands reaching out to caress your new curves. Your skin tingles under her touch, and your nipples harden into tight buds. You’re not just any woman now; you’re a creature of pure, unbridled lust. You can feel the energy in the room shift, becoming charged with a raw, primal desire that’s impossible to ignore.