Watching Miss White
Steam rolled over the glass shower door, blurring the outline of Angela’s voluptuous body until she pulled the curtain aside, exposing herself, skin slick and luminous in the low light. Water traced over her breasts, those massive, high-set domes bouncing subtly as she tilted her head back, raven hair plastered to her shoulders. The bathroom door cracked open with the softest whisper, just enough for her “innocent” watcher to drink in the forbidden spectacle. Angela already knew she was being watched; she had seen the dilated pupils in the mirror’s reflection, heard the muffled breath on the other side. She let the voyeur stare while she lathered soap between her hands and massaged it over her nipples, letting them pebble before she turned off the water, grabbing a thick towel, wrapping it lazily around her waist, leaving her tits freely swaying for the final performance.
She stepped out of the shower and caught the little peeper with a single cold stare. “You really thought you could watch Mommy without permission?” Her voice dripped like honey with venom underneath. She seized him by the wrist, yanked him fully into the bathroom, slammed the door shut, and pinned him against the tile with the weight of her curves. “Dirty little boy,” she growled, palm wrapping around his throat, thumb pressing into his Adam’s apple while her other hand dug into his crotch. “If you wanted to see, you should’ve asked to serve.”
He stammered, already shaking, cock rock-hard against the towel she pressed against it. Angela smirked, let her tongue glide across her lip. “You like watching Mommy shower? You like seeing what you’ll never be?” Her grip tightened at his neck while she reached down and squeezed his cock, bruising pressure and breathtaking control. “Say it,” she ordered. “Tell me how badly you want Mommy while you stand there disobedient and useless.” He whimpered out the confession, voice breaking, and she rewarded him with a stinging slap across the face, nipples swaying just inches from his mouth. “That’s right. You’re nothing but a little pervert who needs consequences.”
She yanked off her towel, threw it aside, and pushed him to his knees. Her slit glistened; the musky scent of her arousal flooded his senses. “Clean me,” she ordered, holding him by the hair. “Earn forgiveness with your tongue.” He dove in, lips parting obediently, tongue tracing her labia. Angela let out a throaty “Mmmnnnh,” as she forced him deeper, grinding her pussy over his face, smearing slickness across his cheeks. “Don’t you dare slow down, suck every drop, lick every fold,” she hissed, riding his mouth like a saddle. “Mommy’s going to drain every ounce of disobedience out of you.” His nose pushed against her clit, tongue swirling along the hood, and she moaned louder, fingers tangled in his hair, yanking hard, forcing the rhythm. “Suck my pussy,” she panted, “make Mommy cum and maybe I’ll show mercy.”
She climaxed with a shivering groan, “Ooooh fuck yes,” spilling juice over his tongue, grinding in circles until every wave of pleasure passed. Then she pulled him up by the chin, slapped him again, and spat into his open mouth. “You thought you were going to sneak a peek without giving me anything extra? No, baby. Mommy’s going to fuck that boyish pride right out of you.”
She shoved him against the vanity, yanked his pants down, and lashed his cock with a few sharp strokes. “Pathetic little thing,” she taunted, “so easy to make you leak.” She stepped between his legs and ground her wet slit along his shaft, rubbing her clit across his head, using him like a toy. “You want to fuck Mommy? Beg.” He cried out, begged to be inside her, but she cut him off with another slap, nails biting into his chest. “Keep begging. Louder.” He finally descended into sobbing pleas, promising anything for a chance to be in her. Angela smirked, spread her pussy lips with two fingers, and guided his cock into her slick heat inch by inch. “That’s my good slut,” she purred, tightening around him. “Feel how hot I am? How I swallow you?” She slammed down, hips rolling, tits bouncing in his face, her voice a mix of snarls and sighs. “Oh fuck… yes… give it to Mommy, let me squeeze every drop from that cock.”
Her walls milked him relentlessly, squeezing with deliberate pulses. “I’m going to steal every bit of masculinity out of you,” she whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Every thrust you give me makes you smaller inside, weaker, and feeds me.” He whimpered at the sensation—her pussy felt like velvet and vice combined, drawing his orgasm closer while she moaned, “Haah… haah… keep fucking me, little boy, keep losing yourself in me.” She pinned his wrists above his head, stared into his eyes with ruthless dominance, and rode him faster, cunt sucking him inch by inch. “You belong to me. Your cum belongs to me. Your manhood is mine to siphon.” His cock pulsed dangerously, and she slammed down one last time, screaming, “Cum for Mommy!” He exploded deep inside her, “Nnnnh fuck,” balls emptying, cock drained, while she shuddered with a matching orgasm. “Yesss,” she hissed, “give me everything.” She reached around, grabbed a handful of his ass, nails digging hard enough to break the skin, keeping him buried as she absorbed every drop.
When she pulled off him, the air changed. A shimmering aura wrapped around her breasts, swelling them even larger before his eyes. They inflated from already huge to impossible, nipples dark and jewel-hard, tingling from the influx of stolen virility. Angela cupped them approvingly, letting them bounce as weight settled into the new volume. “Look at what you’ve done,” she teased, smirking down at his shaking, emasculated figure. “Mommy’s tits grew because I sucked the man out of you.”
She circled him, eyes gleaming while he stared at his own body. Muscles softened, hips curved, skin glowing the same porcelain sheen as hers. His waist narrowed, ass rounded and lifted, lips plump and pouty. Breasts sprouted from his chest, full and heavy, matching Angela’s earlier shape before she drained him. Only his cock remained untouched, jutting awkwardly from the otherwise female form. “There,” she said, voice thick with satisfaction. “A mirror to Mommy, except for that little imperfection you’re stuck with. A cock that exists only to serve me.”
Angela pressed her new pet against the wall, one hand clamping around his throat while the other massaged his transformed tits. “Feel how soft you are now,” she whispered. “How much like me you’ve become?” She dragged her tongue across his lips, suckled his mouth, then slid down to his neck, biting into the fresh flesh to mark him. He moaned—“Aahhnn Mommy”—voice high and feminine, and she chuckled darkly. “You’re mine now. Every part of you designed to please me.”
She shoved him to the floor, sat on the vanity with legs spread wide. “Come here,” she commanded. “Milk me.” He crawled on hands and knees, sank his face between her thighs, licked with newfound hunger, nails scraping the floor as he slurped orgasm after orgasm out of her. She tugged his cock mercilessly while he ate, coaxing him into another dribbling climax that she captured in her palm and smeared across her tits, rubbing it in to feed their newest size. “Perfect,” she purred. “Whenever I need a boost, you’ll suck my pussy dry and pump out whatever male energy is left in that sad little cock.”
He looked up, eyes hazy, lips slick, desperate to serve. Angela smirked down and tugged his hair. “From now on, you’re my slave, my mirror, my milking girl. I’ll call, you crawl to me. I’ll snap my fingers, you latch onto my tits or my pussy and give me what I want.” She pushed his face back between her thighs and bucked her hips forward. “Now drink,” she ordered, “and don’t stop until Mommy’s satisfied.”
