Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 3

Sitting up I finally dared looked down my chest and saw that I now had a pair of truly enormous tits. A pair of tits so huge they were vulgar. And utterly fascinating. They were not only huge, but also almost perfectly spherical with very large, very long nipples. I whimpered in defeat as I saw them, my tears falling on my new tits. Mistress grabbed my chin and forced me to look her in the eye. "Listen to me slave. The physical part of your transformation is almost over. Now comes the mental part, the hard part, and the sooner you submit, the easier it will be for you. No matter what you do I'll break you and turn you into a perfect little submissive sissy-slave. I mean just look at you. You are all slut now." She directed my gaze down my own body and to the changes made to it. Apart from the monstrous tits and the soprano voice, I now had tiny hands and feet. So small in fact, that I could scarcely believe it. My skin also looked much softer and when Mistress ran her hand over my body I could feel that it was indeed softer. As her hand touched my throat I could no longer feel my Adams-apple.

Sitting tied to the bed under the control of this cruel woman, I again felt myself responding to her against my will and to my delight I found that my cock had been left free. I didn't say anything, but when her hand grazed it, my cock rose to full mast, throbbing and needy, in an instant. Mistress chuckled at this and asked me: "Would you like to cum, my little slut? Do you want Mistress to give you a handjob?" I desperately wanted Mistress to jerk me off and instantly forgetting all the horrible things she had done to me, I started to beg her to please let me cum. She laughed at me and began manipulating my member, making me gasp with desire as my body reacted to her expert touch. Just as I was about to cum, she withdrew her hand and told me to beg harder. Loosing all dignity I started to beg her, to implore her to please let me cum. After laughing at me for a while, she resumed her manipulation of my member only to leave me hanging again. Again I started begging and soon I was locked into a cycle of almost ecstasy and tearful begging.