not a hope

Chichi stood up tall, balancing on one foot gracefully while pulling her other foot behind her head in an arc. It looked lovely, but her full weight was now utterly crushing Timmy’s balls. He screamed in a shriller pitch than Chichi could have if she tried.
“STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU’LL POP THEEEEEMMM!!” she sobbed.
“Good! I should tear it right off you, you little turd! Slap some tits and makeup on you, find you a good pussy to pop on there instead, and maybe THEN you’d be more of a man than you are now!” she laughed.

She jumped up and crash landed her ass on his sac, making him cry in pain. She sliced her nails painfully over his nipples and leaned in his face, clenching her tight little butt on his balls to **** them some more. “Say it! Beg me to make you a woman!”
“PLEASE!” he screamed shamelessly. “Make me into a pretty girl!”
“With makeup?”
“Makeup! Yes!” Timmy cried.
“And a nice frilly dress?”

She went on leading him until Timmy was just repeating her.
“Yes! A pretty dress and a wet pussy for you to fuck every day and a tattoo that says ‘cum dumpster’ over it! I’ll beg for your strapon every day and suck your pussy til you have a hundred orgasms every night! I’ll be a good bitch! I’ll be a total slut and fuck whoever you tell me!!!”

"And people wonder why I pick on you so often," she giggled.