Tori's ankles ached in the unforgiving spreader bar, platform heels forcing his weight onto trembling thighs as the armbinder pinned his arms behind him. The new breasts—full, heavy, and still settling from the latest feminization—threw off his balance, nipples stiff in the cool air. A ball gag muffled any protest, while the glowing sigil on his lower abdomen pulsed with constant estrogen, smoothing his skin and rounding his hips. The shrinking chastity cage clamped his cock in a relentless squeeze, ready to tighten further at the slightest sound. He had racked up debts with the wrong crowd, and their hackers had traced every sissy latex and high-heel fantasy straight to his browser history. Now the collection had begun.
A tall woman in sleek black latex circled him, her heels clicking sharply. "Look at you, Tori. All that secret browsing, and here we are making it real. Debt's a bitch, isn't it? But you wanted this—deep down." Her voice carried sharp wit, eyes gleaming with amusement. "One moan and that cage shrinks another notch. Try me." Tori glared, chest heaving, but stayed silent. She laughed, low and throaty. "Good boy—oh wait, not for long."
She produced the attractor leech, its flaps twitching. "This little beauty feeds on semen and acts like a permanent condom. Signals will make you drip for anyone nearby, and that sigil? It loves fresh cum—pumps more HRT, turns you into the sex goddess your fantasies begged for." With clinical precision she inserted it into his scrotum. The flaps anchored, ring clasping tight. A warm flush spread; the sigil flared, sending fresh estrogen waves through him. His body grew hornier, skin oiled and sensitive.
The woman shed her latex skirt, revealing her own wet pussy, already glistening. "See? The leech is working. I'm dripping just from proximity." She stepped close, stroking his oiled thighs. "Witty enough for you? Your internet history screamed 'use me,' so I'm collecting with interest." Tori's cage twitched; the leech inflated subtly, releasing aphrodisiac that made his nipples throb and his locked cock strain uselessly. Panting through the gag, he felt heat build.
She pressed against him, guiding his bound form to lean on a padded bench. "Balance is hard with those tits, huh?" Her fingers teased his ass, then slid lower. The leech's ring tightened invitingly around her entering fingers, stimulating her to produce more for its meal. "Fuck, it's gripping—making me want to fill you." She replaced fingers with her strap-on, thrusting deep. The ring clasped hard, milking sensation while the aphrodisiac flooded the air. Tori's body responded; the sigil injected more, swelling his curves further as estrogen surged.
Sweating and panting, she rode him with strong, commanding rolls of her hips. "That's it—your pussy-ass is clenching for me. No submission from me, darling; I'm taking what I'm owed." The leech fed on every pulse, sending signals that hardened her clit and made her cum first, juices dripping around the ring. Tori's cage vibrated from the aphrodisiac; his own release built despite the lock, the sigil glowing brighter with each thrust.
She came again, hard, the leech extracting every drop to fuel more morphing. Tori's breasts grew heavier, hips wider, skin silkier as the HRT accelerated. The woman withdrew, panting, admiring the glistening mess. "One round down. Your debt's barely touched, but the leech will keep attracting collectors." She wiped sweat from her brow, eyes sharp. "Next time maybe a real cock to test that ring's grip."
Tori sagged in the bindings, body transformed further, the leech pulsing with fresh hunger as the sigil promised more changes ahead.
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