Once and Future Bimbo Pt. 04

"Look at that. Very nice, Jasper."

I dropped the poorly fitting dress I arrived with from my shoulders to stand naked before him.

The effect was immediate, as Jasper ejaculated on my thigh.

"Oh, my!"

I grabbed his cock, thumbing his cum hole gently.

"Enough of that, Jasper, no wasting it."

I knelt low on hands and knees taking his cock into my mouth, finishing his orgasm lovingly.

"aaaaaAhh! Aaaaa ugh. Oooohhhhhhhhhhhuuughhhhhhh... Mmmmm fuck ... Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck!!"

I fellated every last drop of his cum. Looking up at him, I said, "I want this to stay hard for me while I try on my clothes, oh! But I'm all sticky. Will you fix that for me?"

I stood, and allowed him to lap his spunk from my leg, while I carefully placed the toe of my shoe upon his testicles.

"Thank you, Miss!" he said as he finished cleaning his mess.

"Mis-tress. Mistress Syn."

"Thank you, Mistress Syn!" I turned my foot a bit, and watched him squirm under the pressure of my toes. It occurred to me, that my new body held tremendous physical power and I was capable of absolute control of it.

"No cumming. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress Syn."

"Dress me."

I raised my arms, giving him a signal to start. Jasper brought a variety of garter belts to my feet, fitting the first to my hips, a black and silver accented spiderweb pattern that made the stocking clips look like strands of the spider web. Excellent. I touched his forehead, solidifying our mental connection, I could see through his eyes.

I looked... Fabulous. Now it only took a mental nudge to sort the things that I liked from the things I didn't. He worked his way through the next dozen or so garter belts. I passed on the lower quality work. Jasper, wide eyed, fought to keep his drool in check.

"Mistress, your breasts are too huge to be natural! I actually think they are larger now than when you walked through the door." He whipped a tape measure about an around me again. "You're 44-27-37 your breasts are at least 35 J now! "

"You are at least half right, Jasper. Maybe not so natural, but they're all me. Let's look at those dresses."

His thoughts, as chaste as he tried to keep them, started to jump around to the bondage gear. His poor tortured cock bobbed and leaked, dribbling down his balls and onto the floor.

"We will get to the naughty stuff soon enough, Jasper."

Jasper's mind wrapped my body in a transparent plastic tuxedo that hung in the back room, not on display yet.

"Of course Mistress, I did not mean to..."

"Of course you didn't silly man, I read your mind."

"Oh God!"

"All is forgiven."

Most of the clothing in the shop focused around the girls next door and the profession of stripping at best, and straight up prostitution at worst. The dresses had tear away sections for easy access to tits or pussy for fast fucking.

Perfect.

"That little black dress, that one. Yes."

"This one is made for ladies with larger endowments."

"Thank you, Mr Lee."

Leather, lace, spandex, some dresses got rejected on the grounds of terrible textures. My skin, so sensitive, irritated easily. All in all he had two dozen things I could wear every day, and twice as much for fucking. The black fishnet mini-dress I wore stretched hard around my curves, my thick nipples stood at attention through the material.

"I'll pick something later to wear out, let me think about it."

Stripping off the fishnet, I looked at the thoroughly kinky items Jasper had assembled in the next grouping.

"Let's try out the catsuit next."

The largely spandex catsuit fit like it was painted on my frame, with pho leather reinforcing the knees, elbows, and forearms. An underbust corset rounded out the costume, thankfully it didn't even try to contain my tits (I don't think that any corset had a chance of doing so.) My accurately measured 35J's hung proudly before my outfit, my shoulders, neck, and upper arms equally bare. My image in Jasper's thoughts was delicious.

I looked through the rest.

"I'm sorry Jasper, I won't be able to wear any mask but this one. All those hoods, and blinders are out."

He seemed disappointed.

"I completely understand."

The leather strapped bondage bra actually adjusted to the size of my breasts, if only just barely, still it looked good and matched one of the garter belts I'd liked before. I liked the way it squeezed down, cutting into my flesh, and emphasized the light blue veins in my massive breasts. The lock in the front meant I could still dress myself if I had too.

"That is perfect on you."

I nodded, accepting his help extricating myself from the straps.

"I like how delicious I look after the straps come off."

The leather bit deeply, leaving marks that were first red, then white.

"Now please, the shoes."

I sat upon a stool while Jasper fumbled open the first box. I crossed one perfectly smooth leg over the over, slipping off my shoe, I pointed all four of my slender toes in his direction. If I had any question if Jasper had a foot fetish, my questions would have been answered by the expression on his face when he saw what months of mutagenic manipulation had done to my feet. His mind filled with images of him sucking on my toes, I'd almost be embarrassed, if I were a squeamish person.

"Size 8 1/2 high heeled soft black leather thigh high boot. Or in your case, just above the knee."

He zipped the boots up the back, running his hands over the leather. I stood taking a few steps before sitting back down.

"I like them. Next pair, please Jasper."

He could barely take his eyes from my body, his tortured phallus never softened. He cradled my ankles in his lap as I rested shoe after shoe on his balls.

The high heels felt better to the new version of my feet, that and I just felt right to tower further over Jasper. He unzipped the boots, bringing a pair of 6 inch "glass" stripper platforms to my feet. I thought he was going to cum as soon as he seated the shoe on my foot. I've always wondered about why the little toes on my feet had been removed, finding this narrow shoe as comfortable as I did now I'm pretty sure I now knew. The heels were inflexible, tended to slide out from under me on the smooth floor, but damn sexy. Some boxes didn't even have shoes, some had anklets, other boxes had works of art that you walk upon. The last pair he showed me was a pair of 6 inch heel sandals that strapped up the back of my legs. The black leather on the pale skin was delicious to my eyes. As Jasper tied the leather of the second shoe, his face was closer than ever to the heat of my pussy. It took the smallest of nudges on the back of his head to bury his face in my pussy. He fucked my pussy with his face like it was his new religion. I don't think he took a moment to breathe, snorting up pussy juice in the process.

His poor tortured cock bounced between his legs, I felt it against my ankle every so often as he changed position, as he ate me out. I suppose it was as hard now as he had ever been in his life, he'd whimper when it made contact with me. With the toes of my left foot I grabbed the base of his cock, jacking him while kicking his nuts.

"You don't get to cum yet, Jasper, not yet..."

He knew how to eat pussy, or maybe he was more inspired than I thought, because I was getting ready to cum, my first orgasm since shedding Sandra's skin. I could count on one hand the number of times any man had gone down on her, and never had our body reacted like this. Sandra had never been able to cum without all the drugs and compliance Master and Sam had fed her.

"I'm going to cum soon little man," I told him as I crushed his balls against the ground. "You may cum after I do, but you will lick up all my juices before you are done.

He nodded furiously into my cunt, his nose circling my fat little clit. I knew I was hurting him, and that just made it all better for me. He made a tiny cry of pain, and the damn within me broke. It was my turn to cry out.

I gushed in his face.

This was a first again for me, and when I realized I fisted handfuls of his hair, forcing his mouth open. The force of my squirting shot my juices down his throat, I just about drowned him.

"Jasper! I... "

He drank my juices greedily and when I was done with my surprise ejaculation, he licked me clean as instructed. I never released my toe hold on his cock and balls, and he didn't cum, just like I ordered.

"Stand up Jasper."

As he stood, I let go of his privates.

His cock and balls were swollen throbbing, and jumping around like mad. His belly was actually rounded, full of the juices I had expelled. His eyes locked onto mine.

He was tiny, effeminate.

It actually looked right now like his nipples were hard and swollen. Not that he'd notice right now, His world revolved around the orgasm he couldn't have yet.

I reached under his sack, gripped him softly, separating his balls from his body. I licked the length of him with a tongue longer than his cock.

"You can cum now Jasper, but let me get every drop."

I let him slide up and down my throat, easily taking the knob of his phallus as his nut violently overtook him. He spasmed, and if not for the grip I had on his body, he might have fallen down, or over, or at least away from my lips.

I wasn't going to have that.

I took every drop.

At first I was sure that I was going to fuck him to death, then I knew that he would do anything to serve me, and now I knew that his cock wouldn't be enough to satisfy me. I knew it, but still, I had to have his cum.

Even without a master to direct me, I was servicing this man. Not that I didn't like it.

~Whore!~

The voice of my old self still roared at me, Sandra telling me what a whore I was, had I no self respect left?

Jasper lay collapsed on his back, splayed on the tile of the floor.

My tongue snaked out, capturing every last bit of semen. I probed the tip of his cock with my tongue while I mentally locked away what was left of Sandra.

Jasper smelled like me. More accurately, his scent was changing, starting to smell more like me.

"Just a bit more..."

I gripped his nuts tightly in my right hand while he mewed, his fingers and wrists curling in with pleasure, his cock dribbled out a few precious drops more.

I stood.

"Bag my things and have them ready for me by the door. Do clean yourself up first."

He slowly sat up, and in a trance like state, washed up in the bathroom. I changed into an iridescent black satin mini-dress, patent leather heels, and browsed the Gothy jewelry. A coffin shaped purse and pair of porcelain skull accented hair clips I decided I *Must* have.

The hair clips were a close match for my mask in color, and they glowed in the midnight black of my hair. A silly Elvira outfit, complete with dagger rounded out my must haves. All in all, over a dozen large bags sat by the door, and Jasper still naked, stood there waiting for my next command.

His phallus bobbed in front of him once more, and now, I was positive I noticed a puffiness at his nipples.

"Jasper, go put some clothes on."

He vanished into the back office. Alone for the moment, I took the money Sam gave me from the paper sack leaving about $1500 and an angry looking pistol. I folded the bag around the gun and the cash, reached up and stuffed the package above an acoustic tile in the ceiling. Jasper returned changed into new clothes, but was still in disarray.

The lock of the shop turned, and Gordon, the man I had noticed earlier returned from lunch, or at least from stalking that heavy lady from before.

He approached me like a rival, the air in the store thick with my fuck-doll pheromones, he sized me up. Again, I knew instinctively that my charms had no effect on him for some reason. He turned away from me, snorting hard in derision around his huge septum ring. He walked to the back of the store in a measured lumbering pace.

Gordon walked passed Jasper, stopped, sniffed the air, and gave Jasper an elevator stare. He glared at me from across the room. Jasper looked so small standing in front of Gordon, his eyes still so very dilated and locked on mine. He was completely unaware of Gordon, and that monster of a cock that was snaking down his pants leg.

Something had awakened Gordon, and I don't think that it was me, directly. Gordon only had eyes for Jasper at the moment.

The blare of the horn outside, meant that it was time to leave. I made sure Sam's cash was safely inside my purse, and turned to the door.

"That's my ride."

I stepped back into the searing daylight, once again wishing that it was possible for me to wear sunglasses. Sam's convertible hummed in the parking lot. She looked at me over her shades impatiently. I looked at Jasper who was standing in the doorway.

"Jasper, my things?"

He brought my bags to the car as fast as he could with his poor cock straining against his clothes. He filled the trunk with bags and bags of shoe boxes. Lastly, he pressed into my hands, a business card. It had two separate numbers, the second, handwritten said, "for emergencies."

I slid into the passenger seat, sad that my time with Jasper was over. I didn't know if I would be able to be so dominant with a man ever again. I didn't know anything really. Over her shoulder, in the shadowed doorway of the strip club, stood the Uber creepy bouncer. He looked at me, then at Jasper, he made a small gesture of applause, tipping his hat knowingly.

Sam turned to me and said, "I'm really glad that clerk was a fairy. I forgot to tell you, not to have intimate contact with anyone until you finish your injection battery. Your body is bursting with mutagenic compounds and they could do all sorts of bizarre things to a normal person."

She hit the gas, Jasper's reflection becoming smaller in the side mirror, and not for the first time I wondered, oh God, what have I done?

***epilogue***

By the time I could get far enough away, it had been about a month. I used the phone number I had committed to memory with the last few coins I had. The line rang and rang, eventually, the memory buffer of the answering machine filled with empty space. Shaking the tears from my eyes, I held the thin wrap closed over my massive breasts and attempted to move as invisibly as I used to, in the direction of Jasper's shop in the hopes that he might hide me.

At that moment, Jasper sat chained to the floor while Gordon ruthlessly fucked his throat. Gordon drooled down his own chest and onto Jasper's matted hair, watching a compilation of recorded security footage of the heavy woman during her many visits to the porn shop.

"hurugh, ugh uh."

Gordon's cock fire hosed it's load into Jasper's gullet. Jasper, far from being passive or fighting to preserve his manhood, fought to keep sucking the massive beast that was Gordon's cock. Jasper's body had begun to change, but Jasper hadn't a clue. The full head hood covered everything but an opening for his mouth. He was quite unaware of the curve of his hips, the rounding out of his ass, and the perky set of c-cups that had grown in since the Amazon came to visit. The sheer mad panic racing through Jasper's mind, kept him from noticing the new parts of him that jiggled and shook, along with the rock-hard seven and a half inches of original equipment that leaked and sprayed his juices all over himself and the floor.

No. Jasper was desperately trying to survive. It was swallow or drown, and Gordon didn't care which Jasper chose.

Gordon's cock never softened with his mad bull pistoning. Jasper tried to keep hold of the memories of that Amazon Goddess that sucked his cock, her masked face, her stature, her curves, as the tip of Gordon's phallus rang the bell of Jasper's prostate again and again.

He didn't know who to worship at this point, his goddess, or the relentless fucking bull God named Gordon...

Gordon reached down and grabbed with his massive paw of a hand, squeezing Jasper's nut sack ruthlessly, crushing his balls like she might have done, and Jasper knew that his Goddess had forsaken him.

He was at the mercy of Gordon.

Jasper's jism sprayed the underside of the tits he didn't know he had yet, dripping down onto the cement of the storage room floor, as Gordon, oblivious to anything but the video security recording in front of him, continued to fuck Jasper against the floor like a rag doll.