You struggle against your bonds. That whole 'last hurrah' bit is
kinda scary. It doesn't do much, but doesn't everyone struggle?
Anyway. You stop struggling when you feel her wet lips embrace
your giant throbbing penis. She gently rubs it up and down, and
you are in complete extasy. Just as you are about to burst, she
withdraws, and you fire all over a rack coverred in bathing suits.
"Well, in that case you had better be ready to clean up hmm?"
You don't know what she means, but you get the feeling it has
somethig to do with the french maids costume she's holding.
As she approaches, she waves her free hand at you, causing
your entire body to go limp. The panties covrring your mouth
slide to your feet, then up your legs. Even when they get to your
knees you feel a pressure on your manhood. When they reach
the top, you hear a loud pop!, and it feels like your hips just
shattered. But she doesn't seem to care.
You are lifted to your feet, and she slips a girdle around you. It
looks much too small, but your ribs shatter in a similar manner
to your hips, and you are in intense agony. You feel the tights
slide up your legs, and sure enough every bone they reach
shatters. Then, she puts the outfit on you. You feel every bone
stitch itself together, but it seems wrong. You notice yourself in
the mirror. At least your face, bu the body is not right. Even that is
wrong, as she dabs your face in makeup, making your face not
even your own.
"Yvette!" The woman yells at you "Go see if we have any visitors"
Your mind fights, but your body follows the order, and you hear a
voice not yor own escape from the lips on the face thats no
longer yours. "Yes Mistress"