🔥👗 Clive’s Kinky Drag Dare:
│“It’s just… I’ve always had a thing for guys in drag. Won’t you try it for me?”
Clive asked. Those carefully delivered words from his boyfriend would change Ford Mesteno’s whole life. It didn’t seem like a huge deal. Look up a few online tutorials and binge a few seasons of Drag Race. Ford learned about ‘passing’ and how each queen’s goal was to be hyper-feminine above all else. What at first felt like an intimate joke between partners turned into something else entirely when the boxes started showing up, each filled with clothes, jewellery, makeup, and wigs. Holding a synthetic blonde wig in his hands, Ford felt a pulse of excitement deep within his core.
│“It’s massive,”
he uttered in awe.
│“You think that’s big.”
Ford whipped around in surprise, seeing Clive standing behind him. Hanging from his hands were a pair of large silicone breast forms and hip pads.
│“Girl when I’m done, every part of you will be massive!”
Feeling like a doll, Ford stood still as Clive dressed him. An adhesive allowed him to feel the first pull of gravity on his hips and his chest. His newly acquired curves were stuffed into a constricting pink mini-dress that pushed his breasts higher than he thought possible.
│”Now put this on, sit down, and listen,”
Clive said, handing Ford the synthetic wig from earlier and sitting him at the vanity. An hour later, beauty stared back at Ford Mesteno. Her style was loud, fierce, and supremely feminine.
│“Tell me who you are,”
Clive whispered in her ear.
│“I’m Porsha Bentley.”
she replied with a shiver.
│“Alright Mr… my apologies, Miss Mosteno. Looks like we’re in for quite a busy day today with lip, nose, and cheek injections is that correct, all with the goal of an overall more feminine face and appearance?”
│“Yes… that’s right,”
Porsha replied, squirming slightly in her reclined seat.
│“There’s no need to be nervous,”
the doctor said with a kind smile.
│“I’ve done this hundreds of times and you have your boyfriend right over there for support.”
He pointed over to Clive, who was watching with a smile on his face.
Clive smiled because he knew the truth, that Porsha wasn’t nervous at all. The truth was that she felt really good thanks to the remote vibrator he had placed in her ass before coming to the clinic. She almost came when Clive set it to max just as the needs pierced her upper lip.
(3 Hours Later)
│“OH YEAH! Just like that slut. Work those dickpillows daddy just paid for.”
Clive had barely let Porsha walk through the door of the apartment before he had pushed her down onto her knees and shoved his hard cock in her face. Mouth still numb from the local anaesthesia, it had taken Porsha a while to regain any confident amount of control. Thankfully the new size of her lips made up for the temporary drop in skill. All she had to do was suck and they seemed to make a perfect seal around his shaft. She couldn’t believe how many times he had cum; his lustful enthusiasm seemed supercharged. On and on it went. In and out, in and out, in and out. It became her mantra, her sole reason to exist.
(3 Days Later)
There was a chill in the air as the couple walked down the city’s red light district. Porsha felt the cold more acutely since Clive only let her wear thin, tight mini-dresses since becoming his big fake-breasted Drag Queen slut. They passed a long line waiting to get into one of the more exclusive clubs in town. Sluts dressed just like Porsha waited in line, hopping from one leg to another to try and keep warm. Clive pointed at one of the girls with a big ass and a floss thong. Without lowering his voice he said,
│“Oh look at her Porsha, you could use a fat ass like that.”
The slut turned around, and looked ready to kill until she caught a look at Porsha and paused. Judgement passed between the two of them…
(Continued on Part 02, you can read it on the Image below.)
Written by Bimbo Blarg
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🌟💄 Porsha’s Slutty Rise - Dive In!
Obsessed with Ford’s freaky drag-dive into Porsha Bentley, a lip-plumped, tit-stacked Jugg-Doll? 💋 That Bimbo heat burns! Grab “Student Life” for Manny’s trans awakening or “DSL Scene” for Miss Jugg’s cum-soaked lip riot—both in The Jugg-Store! More wild, cock-throbbing transformations await!
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🔥👗 El Atrevido Juego Drag de Clive: (Version Español)
│“Es solo que… siempre me han gustado los chicos en drag. ¿Lo intentarías por mí?”
Clive preguntó. Esas palabras cuidadosamente dichas por su novio cambiarían la vida de Ford Mesteno por completo. No parecía gran cosa. Buscar unos tutoriales en línea y maratonear temporadas de Drag Race. Ford aprendió sobre ‘pasar’ y cómo el objetivo de cada reina era ser híper-femenina ante todo. Lo que empezó como una broma íntima entre pareja se convirtió en algo totalmente distinto cuando llegaron cajas llenas de ropa, joyas, maquillaje y pelucas. Sosteniendo una peluca rubia sintética, Ford sintió un pulso de excitación en su interior.
│“Es enorme,”
dijo asombrado.
│“¿Crees que eso es grande?”
Ford giró sorprendido, viendo a Clive detrás. En sus manos colgaban un par de prótesis de senos y caderas de silicona.
│“¡Cariño, cuando termine, cada parte de ti será enorme!”
Sintiéndose como muñeca, Ford se quedó quieto mientras Clive lo vestía. Un adhesivo le hizo sentir el tirón de la gravedad en caderas y pecho. Sus nuevas curvas fueron embutidas en un vestido rosa ajustado que elevaba sus senos más de lo imaginable.
│“Ahora ponte esto, siéntate y escucha,”
dijo Clive, dándole la peluca y sentándolo en el tocador. Una hora después, la belleza miraba a Ford Mesteno. Su estilo era llamativo, feroz y supremamente femenino.
│“Dime quién eres,”
susurró Clive en su oído.
│“Soy Porsha Bentley,”
respondió ella con un escalofrío.
│“Bien, señor… mis disculpas, señorita Mesteno. Parece que hoy será un día ocupado con inyecciones en labios, nariz y mejillas, ¿correcto? Todo para un rostro y apariencia más femeninos.”
│“Sí… así es,”
respondió Porsha, retorciéndose en su asiento reclinado.
│“No hay por qué estar nerviosa,”
dijo el doctor con una sonrisa amable.
│“He hecho esto cientos de veces y tienes a tu novio ahí para apoyarte.”
Señaló a Clive, que observaba sonriendo.
Clive sonreía porque sabía la verdad: Porsha no estaba nerviosa. Se sentía jodidamente bien por el vibrador remoto que él puso en su culo antes de llegar a la clínica. ¡Casi se corre cuando Clive lo puso al máximo justo cuando la aguja perforó su labio superior!
(3 Horas Después)
│“¡SÍ, ASÍ, ZORRA! Usa esos labios de chupar pollas que papi acaba de pagar.”
Clive apenas dejó que Porsha cruzara la puerta del apartamento antes de empujarla de rodillas y meterle su polla dura en la cara. Con la boca aún entumecida por la anestesia, a Porsha le tomó tiempo recuperar control. Afortunadamente, el nuevo tamaño de sus labios compensó la falta temporal de habilidad. Solo tenía que chupar y formaban un sello perfecto alrededor del eje. No podía creer cuántas veces él se corrió; su entusiasmo lujurioso parecía sobrehumano. Seguía y seguía. Adentro, afuera, adentro, afuera. Se convirtió en su mantra, su única razón de existir.
(3 Días Después)
Había frío mientras la pareja caminaba por el barrio rojo de la ciudad. Porsha sentía el frío más intensamente, ya que Clive solo le permitía usar minivestidos finos y ajustados desde que se convirtió en su zorra drag queen de tetas falsas. Pasaron una larga fila esperando entrar a uno de los clubes exclusivos. Zorras vestidas como Porsha esperaban, saltando de una pierna a otra para mantenerse calientes. Clive señaló a una chica con un culo grande y un tanga hilo. Sin bajar la voz, dijo:
│“Mira, Porsha, te vendría bien un culo gordo como ese.”
La zorra se giró, lista para matar, hasta que vio a Porsha y se detuvo. El juicio pasó entre ambas…
(Continúa en la Parte 02, léela en la imagen de arriba.)
Escrito por Bimbo Blarg