Brooklyn Cutie aka Busty Princess (Patreon)

- So. I take it you wanted to talk to me?

Brooklyn's voice boomed out in a menacing bass, which towered like a rock above all the other members of his gang in prison. Looking up, Frank Milligan and looking directly into Brooklyn's eyes only spat savoryly on the floor, thereby showing that he still did not care about all the threats of Brooklyn, even in such a situation. And the situation was far from simple, Frank was here alone and around him gathered several healthy, inflated bandits who decided that this new one would become their new "girl" here and now. And of course they were sure that everything would go right, Frank did not have any physical training and they could easily lead him to a secluded place.

- Hey, why the hell are you acting like this to the boss!? Want more?! I'll arrange it for you!

One of the Brooklyn gang members who was standing next to Frank and waving at Frank spoke loudly, but suddenly stopped as if someone unseen was holding his hand after Frank spoke loudly in a strange voice that sounded like a speech synthesizer

- STOP!

- Hey.. what the!? What the heck?! (spoken by a member of the gang)

- Why did you stop? I did not give the command to finish with him. We've only just begun. This cutie hasn't given us any pleasure yet

Brooklyn said with a smirk, who was about to come closer himself and began to stretch his hands to his fly in his trousers, looking at Frank, who seemed not to be afraid of anything

- We'll see who will give pleasure to whom and who is the baby here! KAMABARAKA!

At the end of his speech, Frank said menacingly

- What the hell are you talking about?.... Wow... what the...

Brooklyn, who was trying to make a formidable look, noticed how everything around him seemed to start spinning. It was as if some kind of magical whirlwind, similar to a funnel, was beginning to fill the entire space around him.

- HAHAHA-HA...HAHA...Ha..ha....ha.....

Frank's loud laughter sounded in the same electronic voice, but gradually became quieter and quieter, until a loud silence filled the sound space around the surprised Brooklyn, who felt as if he was being sucked somewhere, although he knew perfectly well that all this was impossible and still feeling firmly and clearly that he was standing on a hard surface

- What are you doing--o-o-o-o-oing?! He-e-e-e-e-e-e-ey!

Brooklyn shouted, noticing that his voice seemed to be becoming different, more boyish, as if he was becoming a child again. However, despite the fact that he felt wonderful that he was standing on solid ground, it was impossible to ignore and not notice the fact that his entire body seemed to be pricked at the same time by a thousand small needles, pricking him all over the area. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't pleasant either. At some point, this was replaced by a sensation as if thousands of small insects began to run over it, simultaneously with the sensation of the growth of some unusual new heavy weight in the chest area.

- Sto-o-o-o-o-o-op!

Brooklyn's voice was getting higher and higher, and now he knew for sure that he sounded not even like a guy, but like some kind of girl. Screaming, he no longer saw anything but an incomprehensible air whirlwind glowing around him, until finally the outlines of an unknown room began to suddenly appear around him instead of the usual prison walls.

Everything around became like some kind of office room and with every second it became clearer and clearer, as well as new unusual sensations from the heaviness of the chest and the touch of long hair. He barely caught a glance that his muscles had already practically disappeared and his body had become lean, while noticing that his skin was becoming lighter and lighter.

- Fu-u-u-uck! Eno-o-o-ugh! Fucking son of a bi-a-a-atch! Aaaahhhh

Already trying not to think about how he sounds, Brooklyn continued his cries, when suddenly at the end of the phrase he felt that his crotch at that moment, as if someone had grabbed it tightly and, bulging his eyes, spread his arms to the sides in surprise, seeing that everything had become practically just as clear as before and realizing that it certainly wasn't the walls of a prison, noticing that the changes were still not finished...

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To be continued...