"Let him go," one of the other bunnies says.
All of them start laughing. Ricky looks at you with a very big grin. He's attractive, for a guy. "Yeah, that should be good for a few laughs..."
You don't understand what that means, are they going to release you naked? You notice Ricky bringing out a hot pink thong as the other guys undo your leather
straps. You also notice that these guys aren't wearing much themselves, you didn't really notice what they were wearing before but now you're noticing all kinds of
things you didn't before.
"Put this on," Ricky orders. You sit up, and for a moment you feel dizzy, but then it passes... it seemed like everything had changed for a moment, like you were
different, these guys were different, but you realize nothing is different. You're hanging out with your hot buds.
You take the hot pink thong. "Thankth, girlfriend," you say, putting it on - it barely covers your very nice, very big package. Somehow your very hot, tanned and
muscular body looks even more naked when you put the thong on. You run your hand through your long, blonde hair, you feel so beautiful. You smile at your
boyfriend Ricky. "I don't know how to thank you."
"I can think of something," Ricky says without missing a beat. He sheds his thong, the other guys snickering as they see the "new improved" you starting to drool
over Ricky's big hard member. Before you know it you're out on the beach sucking him, your bro's in a circle around you watching as you suck Ricky's balls... and
eventually you suck the cum right out of Ricky. You feel the lightheadedness again when you get the last drop of your boyfriend's cum. Then you stand next to him,
resting your head on his shoulder very girlishly.
You're a 6' beach bunny with the bronze body of a greek god, long blonde hair flowing down your back, hoops in each ear, soft baby blue eyes, and a girlish
smile. The body of a muscle man, and the soul of a lovesick girl hanging on his boyfriends arm. You giggle when Ricky whispers to you, "Good girl." He puts a pink
studded collar on you, you look at the doggy tag and it has your name, and Ricky listed as your master. You feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Aww Ricky," you tear
up, and kiss him gratefully. "I'm so proud to be your bitch, Ricky."