He was not prepared for the challenge. He swears that all he wanted was to enjoy his fetish in peace, not bothering anyone, and running away from the police if they got called. Now he’s in bondage gear, inside his own mind, being teased by the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen. She purposefully chose a human form to show off, knowing that would make him cum quicker than her anthro form. He was struggling, suffering, having to endure the pain of being blue-balled through will and not because of growing pains. All he could do was watch through pained grunts and spasms as the lust-filled show played out before him.
Her human form was more than what he imagined her to be. She had at least F cup breasts, lean and toned abs, a tight but plump ass with wide hips, and melon-crusher thighs. It looked like a photoshopped model, with a head of hair that would’ve made the disco era jealous. The whole show she kept belittling him, laughing at him, taunting him with the same line, “Bow before your queen, peasant. Beg me to let you to touch yourself.” He couldn’t stand it, he felt like he was going to explode.