𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝑭𝐎𝐎𝐋 : cruelty was never the aim yet kindness lay a stranger in those hands, 𝒘͟𝒂͟𝒔͟ 𝒊͟𝒕͟ 𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕͟?

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Whether her now petite frame, aside from her chest, which was anything but small, could take him the way her usual body could. @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

"You know what else we should check, doll?" He took her small hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. A smirk curved his lips. Yes… with a body like hers, there was one thing that mattered most, something they absolutely had to check.

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

He owe them his utmost gratitude. Whatever bastard who cursed or blessed her body clearly did it for his sake.

"Keep this up, I'll clear out the whole store. Every bra, every style, just to make sure your giant tits get the royal treatment they apparently deserve." @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Nihar had never been the type to thank anyone, let alone the universe—but right now? Whoever, whatever damn power was responsible for turning Eliott into this small woman with giant tits that made his hands feel like they had a new purpose in life.

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Eliott used to strut around with his chest bared for the whole damn world to see, and now a little fabric was supposed to make a difference? @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Seeing how her face only burned brighter, Nihar let out another laugh. "Alright, alright. You win. Yes, I'll go find bras for you. Happy now?" Honestly, he couldn't grasp why they even had to bother.

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

His thumbs brushed unconsciously, fingers giving a small squeeze, and before he knew it, the question of size had slipped entirely from his thoughts. "Can we just… not bother with bras?" @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Nihar dragged a hand down his face, muttering under his breath, "This is ridiculous, Eliott."

He stepped forward, hands settling against the heavy weight of her chest—warm, solid, far too real. But the longer his palms adjusted, the less his mind clung to the original task.

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

@dauntleash "What kind of sorcery are you pulling—" His brain, utterly useless, decided to focus onto the most unimportant part of the disaster. Right. Underwear. "Do you… do you even know your size?"

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

He pulled his slick fingers from Eliott's spent cunt and shoved them into his mouth. "Open up, doll," Nihar held him firmly against his chest, forcing him to taste his own arousal. @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

"They look heavy, need any help carrying them, doll?" @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Ah, indeed—it had been the right choice, taking this beautiful man and claiming him entirely for himself. His precious jewel, gorgeous than any man or woman he had ever bedded before.

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

He wanted to break him completely until there was nothing left, and once he was broken, he would build him back again. Over and over, until Eliott forgot how to live, how to even breathe without him.

"Come, sweetheart. Let me see how good my fingers make you." @dauntleash

[𝑵𝑰𝑯𝑨𝑹. @rustcolored]

Nihar swallowed every sound his doll made, biting down on his lip until he tasted copper then soothe it with another hungry suck.

The thought of reducing the once proud young master into nothing more than a pliant doll on his lap made his cock twitch painfully against his pants.