"Woah, where am I?" Christy exclaimed, blinking against the sudden light of an unfamiliar bedroom as she jolted awake to find Helen her neighbor sitting on top of her, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Easy now, sweetie," Helen purred, holding a finger to her lips. Her other hand grazed teasingly against the new appendage behind her. Christy's breath hitched as a rush of sensations flooded her senses, her heart racing. "What is going on-" Christy paused, her voice deeper and foreign, a thrill of confusion mixing with undeniable excitement as she glanced down at her massive arms and perfectly sculpted pecs and abs, the strength evident in her new form. Helen leaned in closer, her breath soft yet charged. "Let me explain," she whispered. "Your husband, George, came to me drunk the other day while I was in my garden, insinuating himself to me." "Is that so?" Christy replied, a swell of anger igniting within her. The new muscles in her arms tensed, as if preparing for a confrontation. "Yes, sweetie, but I obviously turned him down," Helen continued, her eyes glinting mischievously. "I don't condone that kind of behavior. So, I've decided to punish him-with a little help from you..." Christy's curiosity piqued, and she leaned in. "I'm listening." "In about 30 seconds, the spell I put on your husband will trigger, just like it did for you, swapping him with me," Helen said, a seductive edge to her voice. "As you can see, you're already hard and ready." She glanced down, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now it's time to decide where you want him to end up: pinned down, butt-fucked, or sucking your new balls, honey?" "Wait, really?.." Christy felt a mix of disbelief and excitement, her heart pounding as the implications settled in. "Yes, sweetie," Helen encouraged, her tone urging urgency. "Make a choice quickly. In the meantime, I'll decide what I'm going to do to Harold in your body. He hasn't been conducting himself properly either these days." With a sharp intake of breath, Christy felt the power shifting, her body brimming with new desires and a thrill of mischief. What would she choose? ••• Ladies, Where Do You Want Him?… Gentlemen, Where Do You Want To Be Put?…
"Woah, where am I?" Christy exclaimed, blinking against the sudden light of an unfamiliar bedroom as she jolted awake to find Helen her neighbor sitting on top of her, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Easy now, sweetie," Helen purred, holding a finger to her lips. Her other hand grazed teasingly against the new appendage behind her. Christy's breath hitched as a rush of sensations flooded her senses, her heart racing. "What is going on-" Christy paused, her voice deeper and foreign, a thrill of confusion mixing with undeniable excitement as she glanced down at her massive arms and perfectly sculpted pecs and abs, the strength evident in her new form. Helen leaned in closer, her breath soft yet charged. "Let me explain," she whispered. "Your husband, George, came to me drunk the other day while I was in my garden, insinuating himself to me." "Is that so?" Christy replied, a swell of anger igniting within her. The new muscles in her arms tensed, as if preparing for a confrontation. "Yes, sweetie, but I obviously turned him down," Helen continued, her eyes glinting mischievously. "I don't condone that kind of behavior. So, I've decided to punish him-with a little help from you..." Christy's curiosity piqued, and she leaned in. "I'm listening." "In about 30 seconds, the spell I put on your husband will trigger, just like it did for you, swapping him with me," Helen said, a seductive edge to her voice. "As you can see, you're already hard and ready." She glanced down, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Now it's time to decide where you want him to end up: pinned down, butt-fucked, or sucking your new balls, honey?"
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Ladies, Where Do You Want Him?…
Gentlemen, Where Do You Want To Be Put?…