The Final Step
I’ve been waiting for my husband to get home from his date. Most couples wouldn’t allow their spouse to see other people, but I encourage it. He’s always been a better gal pal than husband, so I dress him up and send him to go out with my Alpahas and please them. I spend a lot of time making you look sexy and fuckable, so I expect you to return home with plenty of stories for us to gossip over while we play with each other’s hair like tweener BFFs. I want to hear about how big he is and how much he made you moan. I know you’re enjoying this new arrangement. You haven’t even noticed how seamlessly you’ve been “transitioning” into your new role as my sex toy. It’s no coincidence your clitty has been getting smaller and smaller everyday. Not only have I been training you for months to be my bimbo slut, but I’ve been putting medicine into your food that has been eliminating any essence of manhood from your body. I wasn’t satisfied with you being more feminine, so I’ve decided to transform you into the bestest best girlfriend ever!