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Erik giggled breathlessly as Tom urged him through the front door of their condo, squeezing one of his plump asscheeks with a broad, possessive hand.
It was date night, which meant that Erik was dressed up in a marginally more elegant, less revealing outfit than usual: a tiny, red cocktail dress with a plunging neckline squeezed his melon-sized tits together to form some truly impressive cleavage, accented by dangling pearl earrings and a delicate seed pearl necklace. Paired with sheer pantyhose and tasteful black pumps, Erik could almost be mistaken for a mature, respectable person wearing a seductive outfit to entice his date… Until you saw the vapid little smile on his face and realized that he was just a brainless, big-titted bimbo wearing a convincing costume.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” Tom murmured in Erik’s ear as he guided him down the hall to their bedroom. “Our waiter thought so too. You could feel him looking at your fat, slutty titties, couldn’t you baby?”
Erik shuddered happily as Tom pushed him onto his knees on the soft rug in front of the bed, making his massive breasts nearly wobble out of their tight confines. “Yeah! I like, totally would have shown them to him if he’d asked,” he said, reaching up to tug on either side of his neckline until the edges of his puffy, pink areolae popped into view.
Tom chuckled. “I know you would have, sweetheart. But you were a good slut and only showed off a little, huh? Don’t think I didn’t see you pushing your boobies together whenever he came up to our table, you greedy little cockwhore.”
Erik pouted, bouncing a little in place so his tits jiggled enticingly. Made a bit perkier and a lot bigger by the various surgeries and supplements Tom had paid for, Erik’s breasts were the perfect, wobbly set of udders to match his bubbly, slutty personality (also courtesy of Tom’s generous intervention). “I’m sorry, Tommy.” Although he was visibly trying to look up at Tom’s face, his gaze kept unerringly sliding down to focus on the growing bulge in the front of Tom’s slacks.
“It’s okay, baby, I know you can’t help it. You’re just too much of a brainless, cockhungry bimbo to make smart choices by yourself, aren’t you?” Tom cupped the side of Erik’s face affectionately, tugging his plump lower lip down with his thumb until Erik’s mouth fell open, a thin trickle of drool already dribbling down his chin in anticipation of getting a nice, big mouthful of cock.
Tom slowly unbuttoned his fly with his other hand, smiling fondly at the way Erik’s breathing picked up in excitement. “Now Erik, I have something very special to ask you tonight,” he said firmly, using a tone of voice he knew would draw Erik’s attention no matter how distracted he was by the sight of Tom’s thick shaft twitching in his boxer briefs. That fixation on his cock was the reason why he had planned this evening out in the way he had, culminating with Erik on his knees in front of him in a lovely perversion of the classic setup for a moment like this.
“Erik Lawrence Harper,” he began, slowly drawing his cock out of his underwear as he spoke. “Will you marry me?”
Erik gasped, his eyes filling with happy tears as he saw the beautiful engagement ring hanging from the white ribbon looped just under Tom’s ruddy, dripping cockhead. It was a delicate gold band, set with an oval cut pink amethyst that was surrounded by a dozen tiny seed pearls, a perfect complement to the jewelry he was wearing that evening.
“Yes!” He squealed, leaning forward to press ecstatic, sloppy kisses on the head of Tom’s cock; his tongue wriggled greedily against the leaking slit, lapping up dribbles of precome like they were mouthfuls of the expensive champagne he’d been sipping at dinner. “Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Tommy!”
Tom grinned and undid the simple knot holding the ribbon in place so he could pull it away before it was soaked in Erik’s drool. “Give me your left hand, sweetheart,” he ordered, chuckling when Erik had to pull back a bit to make symmetrical Ls with his index fingers and thumbs and even then couldn’t quite seem to figure out which hand was his left.
“It’s this one, babydoll.” Tom crouched slightly to grasp Erik’s left hand in his right, then slid the engagement ring smoothly onto the correct finger before helping Erik wrap that same hand around the base of his cock. Erik needed no further prompting: he immediately took Tom’s cock back into his mouth and bobbed his head forward until his pouty lips were pressed against his hand, the ring sparkling to match Erik’s wide, adoring eyes as he gazed up at Tom’s face.
“My perfect bitch,” Tom said lovingly. “My cock is all you need to be happy, isn’t that right? Stay just like that; I’m going to take some pictures to include in our wedding invitations.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and lined up the first shot. Between the soft, intimate lighting, Erik’s blissfully cock-drunk expression, and the perfect positioning of the ring, it only took a few tries to get a photo that he was quite happy with.
“Good slut,” Tom praised him, pulling Erik’s hand away so he could sink his cock deeper into the tight, wet heat of his throat. “Now everyone who attends our wedding will know they’ll be witnessing the joining of a man and his bimbo fleshlight in holy matrimony. Are you excited to be my slutty little wife, Erik?”
Erik nodded enthusiastically, which conveniently allowed him to bob his head up and down on his fiancé’s girthy cock to underscore his excitement. Tom gently tugged him off with a hand fisted in his short, light-brown hair, and Erik immediately nuzzled his face against the red, throbbing shaft as it popped out of his mouth and slapped wetly against his cheek.
“I love you Tommy! I can’t wait to get married and… and show everyone how much I love your big, fat cock!” Erik said with a dopey smile.
“That’s right, baby. We can put together some nice vows for you to read so everyone knows how dedicated you are to milking my cock with all your tight little holes while bouncing your slutty udders. We’ll even put them on some nice cue cards to read so you get them all just right; how does that sound?” Tom smeared his cock all over Erik’s adoring face, leaving shiny streaks of saliva and precome in its wake.
“Thank you, Tommy! You’re so nice to me…” Erik laved his tongue over the wrinkled, hairy surface of Tom’s balls with a contented sigh, and Tom took the opportunity to lean forward and unzip the back of Erik’s dress.
“Get naked for me, sweetheart. I want to see those fat bimbo titties flopping around while I fuck your needy little cunt,” Tom told Erik, allowing him one last reverent kiss to the base of his cock before nudging him back so he could focus on his new task.
Although his beautiful, brainwashed bimbo’s mental capacity was much more restricted than it used to be, Tom had been sure to train him so he could quickly and seductively undress without fumbling or damaging his clothing. Erik shimmied out of his dress in a few efficient movements that also sent his newly unsupported tits wobbling uncontrollably; they were easily the size of jumbo watermelons, since Erik’s already prodigious breasts had expanded several cup sizes since the completion of his transformation into the hypnotherapist’s bimbo receptionist.
After toeing out of his pumps and peeling his pantyhose down, Erik was left completely naked except for his earrings, necklace, and engagement ring. His pussy was beautifully flushed and swollen with arousal, his puffy inner folds visibly shimmering from the constant stream of wetness drooling out of his greedy cunt. Tom gave one of his tits a squeeze and patted him on the rump to urge him onto the bed.
“On your back for me, there’s a good bitch. Spread and still .”
Already flopped in the middle of the bed with his head on the pillows, Erik’s limbs snapped into the right position to match the trigger phrase: spread eagle, his arms stretched above his head like his wrists were tied to the headboard and his legs splayed so far apart he was nearly doing a split, giving Tom full access to play with his slutty body.
“Perfect.” Tom crawled onto the bed and luxuriated in the feeling of sinking both hands into those soft, pillowy tits. With the ease of a lot of practice, he lined his cock up with Erik’s eagerly clenching hole and pushed in, using his tits as handles to hold him in place.
“That’s better,” he sighed in satisfaction, gazing down affectionately at Erik’s dazed, slutty expression as he squeezed and jiggled those unbelievably fat tits in time with his thrusts. “Open your mouth, baby.”
Erik’s mouth lolled eagerly open, just in time for Tom to spit a fat glob of saliva onto his waiting tongue. He shivered with delight, a spark in his eyes telling Tom that he was eager to close his mouth and savor the taste of his fiancé’s spit before swallowing every drop even as he obediently remained in position.
“Go ahead and swallow now, sweetheart,” Tom finally relented; he rubbed Erik’s swollen clit as a reward for being so patient while the little slut enjoyed his treat. Erik immediately shuddered his way through an orgasm, his eyes rolling back and his mouth going slack as his cunt suckled rhythmically at Tom’s ruthlessly pounding cock.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Tom murmured, picking up the pace. He didn’t feel the need to draw things out tonight, late as it was. Plus, they had a busy weekend ahead of them, as he had already lined up quite a few appointments to begin the process of planning their wedding.
Erik had only just recovered from his first orgasm when Tom cupped his chin, made direct eye contact, and said, “Now, be a good cocksleeve and squirt your brains out .”
Erik was a gorgeous slut to begin with, and he never looked more beautiful than when he completely lost himself in pleasure. Tom could make that happen manually, of course, but sometimes it was more satisfying to just say the right trigger word and let Erik’s empty little brain do the work for him.
Erik’s face lost any hint of coherent thought as he fell apart beneath Tom: high-pitched, nonsensical noises spilled out of his mouth, his tits wobbling uncontrollably with the rhythm of his heaving chest and his pussy spasming and spurting in an endless, immensely powerful orgasm. The sensation of that tight, wet hole rippling around Tom’s cock was absolutely exquisite, particularly because he had spent hours modifying the reflexive movements of Erik’s vaginal walls during orgasm until they felt like they were custom made to milk a cock of his exact length and girth.
“You’ll be my bitch forever,” he grunted, grinning savagely as he drove his cock home one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming himself, spilling his seed deep inside his personal whore’s greedy little cunt.
“My perfect, custom cocksleeve. Til death do us part,” Tom sighed, and pulled out of Erik’s pussy with a lewd squelch of pussy juice and semen. He rolled onto the bed next to Erik’s still-convulsing body, amusing himself by reaching over to jostle his tits from random angles just to watch how they wobbled and rippled wildly on his chest. Erik wouldn’t stop coming until he said the right trigger word, helplessly following instructions and almost literally squirting his brains out until Tom said he could stop. Tom slid a hand down the soft, hairless expanse of Erik’s stomach and hooked a couple of fingers into his drooling, pulsating cunthole, letting the sound of Erik’s soft, panting whimpers lull him to sleep.