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A strange night | The v | 11

 

You are tied down to the bed, legs and arms stretched out. A weight on your chest has you look to see two mounds of flesh that weren’t there last night. You pray it’s only that, but can’t confirm or deny any other changes.

She begins by gently playing with your new breasts. Her delicate fingers tweak your soft nipples, instantly bringing pain, but with a twinge of pleasure. Your nipples harden.

She leaves you longing for more, as she begins playing with her own breasts. You notice that she is getting very horny and she reaches a hand up under her witches’ skirt and makes an adjustment and then undoes the skirt.

With one hand on her breasts, the other hand reaches down and begins stroking her cock.

A shemale, you think to yourself. Has that bitch turned me into one also?

 

Are you a shemale, or worse?

 
 
 

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