No way to treat a woman

“Where’s Greg?” Emily asked as she returned to the table from the bathroom. The music in the club was blasting pretty loud and it was hard to hear.
“Where’s Greg?” Emily asked as she returned to the table from the bathroom. The music in the club was blasting pretty loud and it was hard to hear.
My sister and I were at the club. I was having a terrible time. My sister changed my outfit from a leopord print dress to a tight black one with a gold chest, making my breasts appear more noticeable. Men kept hitting at me and groping my ass, the entire situation was super uncomfortable. One time a man pretended to trip and grabbed each of my breasts. It sent a shiver down my spine when he grabbed my breasts, but it was still super uncomfortable. My sister told me she was going to grab some drinks from the bar. I asked if I could go with her, but told me to go sit down in an empty booth. I did what I was told. After about five minutes, she came back with two drinks. Her’s looked like a normal cocktail, but the one she gave me was a strange pink color.
Dominik (15) war mit seinen Eltern in Spanien im Urlaub. Im Hotel gab es ein spanisches Zimmermädchen mit riesigen Titten. Als Dominik ohne seine Eltern zum Pool wollte, sah er das Zimmermädchen wieder. “Geile Titten” murmelte er und war sich sicher, dass sie kein Deutsch verstehen würde. Doch da hatte er falsch gedachte. Sie murmelte ein paar seltsame Worte auf Spanisch. In einem Spiegel sah Dominik was passierte. Innerhalb von Sekunden wurde aus dem dünnen Jungen eine dralle Spanierin mit riesigen Titten, breiten Hüften und langen, dunklen Haaren.
Das Zimmermädchen grinnste ihn mit einem teuflischen Lächeln an.
“Tell me. Does this look good to you? Tell the truth.” she asked.
“Look, Mister, um… Master… I-I’m sorry for not letting you in the club a minute ago. I swear I didn’t know who you were! I’m… I’m just a bouncer okay? I was just doin’ my job…”
Because the outfits I can wear are that much more skimpy and revealing, posting pictures online has become way more embarrassing. Sometimes, all of my breasts are covered and that’s kind of okay, but also there are other times when you can see almost everything. It feels so embarrassing to have to do this. It’s been a week since my last photo shoot with mom, and luckily I haven’t had to leave the house recently to do anything. Sadly, my mom just called me and that’s never good.
What the hell is happening to me? I mean, I know what’s happening. I’m being fucked! But why, how? I’m a man! At least I’m supposed to be! It’s just that suddenly I’m in a white room. Just me, this chair and this black man. I think it’s a man. I can feel the muscles ripple in his massive thighs, but why can’t I see his face? Just a torso and upper legs and that huge black cock! It’s like a metronome. Tick, tock, tick, tock, in, out, in, out. Never speeding up, never slowing down and never cumming. It feels nice, but what about those wonderful female multiple orgasms I’ve heard so much about? Tick, tock, in, out. How long will this last? Hell, I don’t even know how long it’s been going on. An hour, a day, forever? It’s like we are caught in an endless loop. Do you want to know the weirdest part? The weirdest is that every now then, not always, but every so often I could swear we’re being watched!
I never thought it possible, but for the last week I’ve been living as a buxom redhead bombshell named Susan, all because of a pair of spiteful secretaries.
For the rest of the day Martin and I got our, ugh, BOSSES drinks and took their calls as we learned about our new lives. I was Susan Reynolds, a 33 year old bachelorette with a mother in Connecticut and an apartment in Manhattan. Martin was Mary Hitchens with almost the same situation as I.