"...Colin." Jack said.
The gamer's jaw dropped.
"I ain't tolleratin' violence towards any of these women, not even a bitch like her!"
Colin froze as he was drug off.
He had snapped, lost control, gone beserk, and now he was being carried to a fenced off patch full of bimbos.
Colin was not afraid. As a mater of fact, the gamer smiled an eager, beaming grin as he was tossed into the pit of diseased, horny women. He opened his mouth as bimbo cum splashed into it, jamming his tongue into the oozing clit. He did not care that his junk vanished. He did not care when his hips flared out and his ass inflated. She didn't care that she had DD boobs now, or
that her hair was long or that she had fat, cocksucking lips. She wasn't Colin anymore.
She was Cailin the bimbo, and more importantly, she was free...