“Hello ladies” the big chested woman with the instructions in her hands said. “My name is Tiffany. I think you all know why you are here and why you are women. Therefore I welcome you to our group ‘Sentence DD’. And when I look at your chests, I think you are all right here guys” she added with a chuckle. “Are there any questions?”
The women in blue raised her arm. “What’s with all the other groups of women here in that building?”
“Good question … um, Steven, well Stephanie, right?” The woman nodded. “Well, the witches that transformed you gave you the huge tits for a reason. The witches have this Organization here to punish men in a more 21st century style. That also means indiviual courses for you all depending on what the sentence is. Isn’t that nice of them? The room next to us has the “Sentence: Bimbo except for the mind” group. Usually for men who told women that they’d look like one. And the group down the floor, the little girls, well those used violence against women. But let’s speak of us here. We have got the big tits. Is there another question?”
The women with the red shirt raised her hand. “You speak of the witches as ‘them’ not ‘us’. Have you been punished too?” “I knew someone would ask that, it always happens. Long story short. Yes, I was successfull 35 year old man who had a thing for women with big boobs. I left my wife for a bustier, younger girl. Then sort of forced my next girlfriend to get breast implants, but unfortunately she had a friend that was a witch and a day later I got these tits of my own. After I failed to get back my manhood I decided to stay here and gives these courses. Better then being a stripper or something. Well that’s it … and Michael, or Missy which is your name now, in case you haven’t noticed: Your top says where your eyes are and you got a pair of huge jugs on your own, there’s no need to look at my cleavage.” Missy blushed, but she couldn’t help it. She hated how she was treated after she has been transformed. Read more