Marcy

Marcy's mind raced with possibilities as she sat in front of Jake and Samantha, giddy with excitement over their new powers. She knew that this gift could change not only her own life but the lives of countless others - if she played her cards right.

And so, an idea began to take shape. Why not turn her unique abilities into a business opportunity? Men were already willing to endure all sorts of humiliation for the chance at a bigger dick - Marcy could give them exactly what they wanted while lining her pockets in the process.

She registered "The Normality Dungeon" as an LLC and began scouting locations for her new venture. Once she settled on an unassuming building in a seedy part of town, Marcy set to work transforming it into the ultimate dominatrix's playground. Whips, chains, and other implements of **** adorned the walls alongside plush furnishings and expensive art.

Her first client was a meek-looking accountant named Bob who had always fantasized about being dominated by a powerful woman. Marcy greeted him at the door wearing nothing but thigh-high boots and a leather corset that accentuated her curves.

"Welcome to The Normality Dungeon," she purred, running a finger down his chest. "I'm Mistress Marcy, and I promise you an experience unlike any other."

Bob swallowed hard, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body. He followed her into the main room where she bound him to a St. Andrew's cross, leaving him completely **** and exposed.

"It is normal for you to be my obedient ****," Marcy declared as she circled him like a shark. "You will do anything I command without question or hesitation."

Bob nodded eagerly, his cock already straining against the confines of his trousers. Marcy smiled cruelly and reached out to caress his cheek.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Now let's see what you're made of."

She spent the next hour tormenting him with whips, clamps, and humiliation, reducing Bob to a quivering mess on the floor. But just as he was about to break, Marcy relented and declared, "It is normal for you to have a 12-inch cock."

Bob groaned in blissful relief as his transformation took hold, his new appendage springing free of its confines. He couldn't believe the size of it, marveling at how it swayed heavily between his legs.

Marcy smiled in satisfaction, knowing that she had given this pathetic man exactly what he desired - even if it meant reducing him to a drooling wreck in the process. She untied him and sent him on his way with strict instructions not to return until he could afford another session.

And so it went, day after day, client after client. Marcy's reputation spread like wildfire among men **** for bigger dicks and willing to pay exorbitant fees for the privilege. She dominated them mercilessly, pushing their limits and extracting every last penny from their wallets before granting them their ultimate prize.

Some came back again and again, addicted to the rush of humiliation and pleasure she provided. Others disappeared into the night, never to be seen again - either too ashamed by what they had done or forever altered by the experience.

Marcy didn't care either way. She was making more money than she ever thought possible while indulging her twisted desires with impunity. And best of all, she knew that no matter how far she pushed things, nothing would ever be considered truly out of bounds in her world of normality...