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I’m straddling Daisy, my newly transformed body a pulsating symphony of pleasure, every inch of my hypersensitive skin screaming with ecstasy. My massive breasts press against her, my gigantic cock leaks against her stomach, and my slick, aching hole throbs with need as I kiss her, my plump lips devouring hers in a filthy, **** dance. I’m Brianna now, a busty, cock-hungry sissy reborn in a body built for sin, and I’m ready for Daisy to fuck me into oblivion. But before she can pin me to the couch, another wave hits—not physical this time, but mental, a tidal surge that rewires my mind and soul, turning me into something even more unstoppable.

It starts as a spark in my brain, a white-hot pulse that blooms into a cascade of new instincts, desires, and knowledge. My thoughts shift, sharpen, and then melt into a single, blinding purpose: I’m a slut, a divine creature of lust, crafted to worship sissies and women with every fiber of my being. The idea of their bodies—curved, soft, hard, dripping—ignites a hunger so intense it’s almost painful, a craving to taste, touch, and fuck them until they’re screaming my name. My old hesitations, my fears, they’re gone, burned away by this new, insatiable need to pleasure and be pleasured. I don’t just want sex—I want to transcend it, to give my partners orgasms so earth-shattering they see God.

As my mind reshapes, I feel my body hum with a new power, an aura radiating from my feverish skin. Pheromones, potent and irresistible, flood the air around me, a primal scent that screams sex and promises ecstasy. Daisy’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she inhales, her cock twitching harder against my thigh. She’s not just turned on—she’s enslaved, her body reacting to me like I’m a ****. I can sense it, the way her pulse races, the way her skin flushes, and I know anyone—sissy or woman—would be the same, clawing at their clothes, **** to get in my pants. My presence alone is a seduction, a magnetic pull that makes thighs clench and breaths hitch.

Knowledge floods my mind, not learned but gifted, as if the virus itself has downloaded a masterclass in erotic artistry. I know exactly how to move, how to touch, how to fuck. Every curve of my body—my heavy, sensitive breasts, my plush ass, my throbbing, monstrous cock—is a tool, a weapon to deliver divine, out-of-body experiences. I can map a partner’s body with a glance, knowing instinctively where to kiss, lick, or press to unravel them. My lips can coax climaxes from a single suck, my fingers can tease nerves to the brink with a graze, and my tight, slick hole can milk a cock or tongue into blissful oblivion. I’m not just built for sex—I’m a fucking deity of it, every motion calculated to push my lovers past mortal limits.

And then there’s the touch. A new power surges through my fingertips, my skin, my very breath—a control over pleasure itself. I can make anyone cum with a brush of my hand, a whisper against their ear, and I can dial it up or down like a maestro. A light caress could leave them trembling, a firm grip could send them convulsing with orgasms so intense they black out. I test it, trailing a finger down Daisy’s chest, barely touching her skin, and she gasps, her body shuddering as a small, involuntary climax ripples through her, her cock spurting a weak stream. I grin, wicked and triumphant, and ease off, letting her catch her breath. I can control it, make them beg for release or drown them in it, and the power is intoxicating.

My mind is a kaleidoscope of lust now, every thought dripping with depravity. I see Daisy not just as my roommate, my friend, but as a canvas for pleasure, a sissy goddess I need to worship and ruin. I imagine women, their soft curves and wet cunts, and sissies, their thick cocks and tight holes, all writhing under me, their screams harmonizing as I fuck them into nirvana. I know how to angle my hips to hit every nerve in their core, how to suck a clit or cock until they’re sobbing, how to use my voice—now a sultry, hypnotic purr—to make them cum without touching them at all. My body and mind are one, a perfect machine of seduction and ecstasy, and I’m starving.

Daisy’s panting, her hands gripping my hips, but she hasn’t moved yet, still caught in the haze of my pheromones and that accidental orgasm. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a low, filthy promise. “You thought you were gonna fuck me, Daisy? Oh, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” I slide a hand down her stomach, my touch featherlight, and she moans, her cock jerking as another mini-climax hits, her eyes rolling back. I could make her cum fully, right now, with a single stroke, but I hold back, wanting to savor her unraveling.

My own body is a furnace of sensation, every nerve still hypersensitive from the physical transformation. My breasts ache, nipples so hard they throb, my ass clenches with that ****, slick need, and my cock—fuck, my cock—is a pulsing, leaking monster, dripping precum that feels like tiny orgasms with every drop. But now my mind amplifies it, every sensation filtered through this new, slutty psyche. I’m not just feeling pleasure—I’m living it, every pulse a reminder of my purpose. I grind against Daisy’s thigh, and the friction is so intense I moan, my voice a pornographic symphony, my pheromones thickening the air until she’s trembling beneath me.

I know what I am now: a slut for sissies and women, a creature of pure, unbridled lust, radiating an aura that makes everyone want to fuck me senseless. I can give them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams, make them cum with a touch, a look, a whisper, and I’m going to use every inch of my body to do it. I lean back, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gasp, the sensation rocketing through me. “Daisy,” I purr, my voice dripping with power, “you’re gonna fuck me, but I’m gonna make you see stars first. Ready to worship your new goddess?”

Her eyes are wild, her body already surrendering to my scent, my touch, my existence. I slide a finger along her cock, just a tease, and she cries out, another shuddering climax ripping through her. I laugh, low and wicked, my mind alight with endless ways to break her, to break everyone. Brianna’s here, and the world’s about to learn what a true sissy slut can do.