At the end of the whip is 5'4" 350lb Alma Doolittle in a dominatrix
costume. It's too bizarre, but you feel yourself coming under the
genie's spell. You lick your lips and drop to your knees. You realize
your knees are now bare, and that your entire outfit has changed into
a black leather harness and thong. Alma pulls you toward her. It's
with a weird mixture of trepidation and eagerness that she buries your
face in her leather clad bosoms. Your mind shrieks, but I have a
girlfriend. Another voice says, you find Alma incredibly beautiful
and powerful. You love big women, you love to be told what to do, and
you love Alma.
It's all too weird. She starts to feed you chocolate covered donuts.
You eat voraciously, and discover that her fantasy is not to fatten
you up, but the more fattening foods you eat the hornier you get. You
don't get fat around the middle instead you add millimeters to your
cock and balls, and inches to your lean muscles. By the time she drags
you off to bed, your cock is straining your leather pouch, and chest
hurts from the harness straps as it is now 4 inches larger than when
you were strapped in. She locks a steel collar around your neck. You
thank her vociferously in the hopes that she will let you come. You
beg to make love to her. She finally assents. She's just so huge.
Her fantasy completed. You find yourself feeling disgusted and used as
you sit covered in sweat with your leather pouch shoved under your
balls, and cum dripping from your now slightly longer cock. Then you
notice as it becomes flaccid that Alma's fantasy has given you a
foreskin. She snores. You turn to look at her sleeping body, and
feel slightly nauseous. You wonder if this is how a girl who has been
raped feels.
Your head is jerked around, and you are pulled to your feet. It would
seem like another of your admirers is about to have a fantasy come
true.