Trisha stepped back so she could watch his total disgrace and humiliation. Her eyes never left his as he was driven closer and closer to completion. Then it happened. He exploded, and shot his gism out onto the floor. He turned a bright red as those watching his disgrace burst out into applause.

He was allowed to rest for a few moments. He became aware of something else which seemed to have changed while he was being turned into a mattress for horny guys.

It felt like heavy weights had been attached to his chest. He could feel them pulling down on his muscles, and when he rocked in his orgasm, they seemed to sway with him.

Trisha appeared again and told him he would be left in the fucking frame for two days. During that time, many many more men would be serviced by him. She also told him he would no longer need her stimulation to become excited. The men would provide all the stimulus he needed.

As the first of his new love poles was driven home, he discovered what she was talking about. Two hands slid up his back and around to his chest. He gasped as they cradled the weights and began to fondle them. It felt so good. Then he realized that this could only mean one thing. He had grown tits.

Trisha laughed as the penny dropped. His recognition was a delight to her, especially when she let him know he would continue to grow in size each day.

By the time he was released he would have a set of knockers any playboy bunny would have been proud to call her own.

He wanted to not believe her, but the evidence was all too certain. He felt his nipples being rolled between thumbs and fingers, and there was no doubt they were growing hard. Even now he could feel the increase in sensitivity she had promised as the hands began to massage his growing orbs. He was helpless, with no choice as his body began to respond. His own breath came faster and he began to pant.

He suddenly realized the order to cum had only been a sham. She had no intention of shortening his ordeal. He would become

toy

for however many men she could find for him during the next two days.

As the days past and he accepted and serviced man after man, his new tits continued to grow. As they became larger and larger, they also became more sensitive.

Now when they were cradled in grasping hands he would feel himself becoming stimulated. As they were massaged his hips would begin to rotate and provide pleasure for the man standing behind him, pressing his hot meat up into the waiting channel.

The process would continue as his tits hardened and his nipples became like two hot coals, signaling his excitement. At last he would feel the hands tighten and he would welcome the flash of pain just be fore the cock inside of him exploded, filling him with the evidence of male lust.

When he was released from the frame, he swayed about, trying to discover the new center of balance created by the additions to his figure. His boobs bounced about as he tried to keep his footing in those terrible pointed shoes. She laughed at his efforts.

He was lead to a machine of some sort and made to stand on a treadmill. He was held in place as his arms were brought behind him and tied, wrist to opposite elbow. This left him helpless with his hands and fingers waving about on each side.

A ring was embedded in each nipple and in the end of his cock. The process was simple but effective. A red hot ice pick was rammed through his flesh. It seared its way through, leaving behind a hole, but no bleeding.

Through each hole a heavy steel ring was inserted and then welded shut. It only took a moment, but when they were finished, he was left with three rings which could be used to restrain him.

Just how effective they were was quickly demonstrated. Chains were clipped to each ring, and when she tugged on them bolts of fire shot though his body.

Fearfully he watched as the other ends of the chains were attached to rings in the far wall. Levers, gears and clamps then were