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Sslovebbc... Harley Quinn
🕑 Added 2024-09-15 04:17:41 +0000 UTCYou prepare yourself for breast surgery.
There are three thoughts running through your mind as you stand naked in Tyson's luxurious bathroom, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The first is excitement for the transformation that awaits you. The second is a flicker of doubt about the permanence of this choice. But the third, and the most potent one, is the anticipation of what will happen once you have the body of a woman.
Tyson walks in, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Are you ready for this, Harl?"
You nod, your heart racing. "Yeah, let's do it."
He kisses your forehead, his hands resting on your shoulders. "Good. I'm proud of you." His voice is firm, but there's a hint of something else in his tone. Possession, maybe. Or is it love? You're not quite sure, but it feels right.
The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. The doctor is the best in town, and Tyson has paid a hefty sum to ensure everything goes smoothly. He's arranged for you to stay in a private recovery suite afterward, where he'll visit you every day. You've seen the before and after pictures of the doctor's previous clients, and you can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.
They range from the best breasts you've ever seen, where you couldn't even tell if they were fake tits. Then to where, everyone could see the bolted on tits from miles away. You wonder what he'll pick for you, as you gave the choice to him and the doctor.
As you get ready for bed, the cold steel of the chastity cage pressing against your pelvis is a constant reminder of your commitment to Tyson. You lie there, contemplating the future, listening to the faint snores of the gang members passed out in the other rooms. The house is eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos from earlier.
The next morning, you wake up early, and the smell of breakfast wafts upstairs. Tyson has cooked a feast, his way of showing care before the big day. You sit at the table, trying to eat, but your stomach is in knots. He notices your nerves and reassures you, his hand squeezing yours gently.
"You're going to be the most beautiful woman they've ever seen," he says, his eyes filled with confidence. His mind is on how much fun he's going to have playing with his large-breasted sissy bimbo. The thoughts of seeing the new you after a few weeks of healing are driving him crazy with lust.
You swallow hard, trying to push down the fear. "Thanks, Tyson." You didn't know what the surgery would be like. A hint of turning back and trying to escape this life flashes in your eyes. Your breathing is becoming heavy as a new fireball of anxiety races into your system.
He stands up, towering over you. He recognized your fear. "Come on, it's time to get you ready."
He helps you into the shower, his strong arms guiding you under the warm spray. He washes you gently, as if you're made of glass. The water feels good on your skin, and for a moment, you allow yourself to relax in his embrace.
Once you're clean, he dresses you in a luxurious silk robe, the fabric gliding over your skin like a lover's caress. He leads you to the bed, where he lays you down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.
"I'm going to take care of you, baby. You're mine." You couldn't help but believe the gang leader's honey-sounding words.
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