reward

Taylor and Candy once two of the most vocal voices in the local lesbian activist scene are now unrecognizable. Their transformation is written in every impossible curve of their bodies. Through expensive surgeries and months of conditioning, their hips have been widened to impossible proportions, their asses transformed into two massive, gravity defying mounds of soft, trembling flesh that seem to possess their own consciousness.

They stand facing away from the camera, positioned before the throne where 'Daddy' sits. He is a mountain of midnight skin and absolute authority, his legs spread wide, a thick, dark cock already straining against his silk robe.

"Are we ready to show Daddy how good we've been~?" Taylor coos, her voice a breathless, airheaded trill. Her raven hair swings as she glances back over her shoulder with a dazed, glassy stare.

"We're so ready~" Candy echoes, her platinum blonde ponytail whipping as she bounces on her toes. "We're such good little cunts~ Aren't we, Daddy~?"

"Show me," Daddy's voice rumbles like distant thunder, vibrating through the floorboards.

On his command, the performance begins. The two ex lesbians begin to jiggle, a synchronized display of pure, mindless physicality. They shake their hips in slow, undulating waves, sending massive ripples through their ass cheeks that catch the amber light like liquid satin. The sound is wet and heavy a rhythmic thwack slap as their flesh collides with itself.

Then, they drop low.

They sink into deep squats, their enormous asses hovering inches above the polished marble. Then, they begin to twerk. The motion is violent and hypnotic. Their asses become a blur of motion, bouncing and shaking with such ferocity that their entire bodies tremble. The sheer mass of their enhanced rear ends creates a hypnotic rhythm that fills the room.

"Look at us~" Candy gasps between grunts of exertion, her face flushed crimson, her eyes rolled back in a state of permanent, brainless ecstasy. "No more thinking~ No more fighting~ Just... jiggle~ jiggle~ jiggle~"

"We're so straight now~" Taylor moans, her hips working faster, her ass cheeks quivering like jelly. "So empty~ So ready to be used~ We're just... pretty little toys for Daddy~"

Their movements become increasingly desperate as they sense his arousal growing. They aren't just dancing; they are worshipping. Each thrust of their hips is a prayer to the god of their new reality. They are proud of their debasement, proud of the fact that their only purpose is to be a visual feast for the man who broke them.

"We deserve it~" Taylor pants, her breasts bouncing wildly as she works her ass. "We deserve our reward~"

"Please, Daddy~" Candy whimpers, her ass cheeks quivering in a frantic, begging motion. "Fill us up~ Make us stupid again~"