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...

...

Finally, it was all over, the last unpleasant feeling like crawling small insects over the body or small pricks disappeared, and Brooklyn was finally able to calmly breathe, lowering his outstretched arms down and examining the unknown environment. Well, at least he thought so. In fact, the transformation has not yet completed, moving into a passive final form that mainly concerned a few elements of clothing and still growing and acquiring the final blonde hair color of Brooklyn

The first impression of the environment did not deceive the experienced Brooklyn gangster. He immediately realized that this was some kind of office of one of the big firms of "rich white assholes" as Brooklyn sometimes liked to call them. Although he had never been to such places, he still knew what the offices of large companies looked like.

Experiencing still a little hesitation reflected in his new chalky doll-like female face, Brooklyn decided to take a deep breath, feeling his heart feel like it was about to jump out. Filling his lungs full of air, Brooklyn with horror connected everything that he had already seen and felt, and in an instant the logical chain in his brain formed into one puzzle. The feeling of a huge heavy weight in the chest area, the touch of something that looks like long hair, a strange unaccustomed pressure from some kind of ropes on his shoulders and pressure from similar ropes in his ass and his skinny arms, which he noticed during this magical storm and many other factors indicated that

- Ohhh no!

Brooklyn's voice was no longer loud and menacing. In this empty room, even he knew perfectly well that he was squeaking like some kind of little princess. Catching confused thoughts, Brooklyn tried to find at least some explanation for this all, reflexively looking down to check his absurd version, because of which he had already managed to get scared

- AAA!

Brooklyn yelled, squeaking and looking at his huge boobs under a tight white blouse. He couldn't even see what was lower because of the sheer size of his boobs, but he could clearly see the huge cups of the bra that was visible under the fabric of the blouse and see that his skin had turned white as a fucking snow white.

*pshshsh

Some device near Brooklyn began to make a sound and, turning his face towards the sound, Brooklyn saw that the sound was coming from some kind of office intercom lying on the table

- Brooklyn, come to me.

- What...

Brooklyn began to pronounce, realizing that he no longer wanted to hear how his voice sounds now and recognizing at the same moment the sound of Frank's voice, so unceremoniously calling him to "his office", the door of which was in the same room not far from the intercom table . And when Frank saw the sign "CEO Frank Milligan" hanging on this door, he experienced a fit of anger and decided that he did not need an invitation to go to him. Feeling angry, Brooklyn clenched his small hands, feeling his long nails painfully clenched into a fist and headed towards the office.

...

- You fucking bastard!

Trying to make the most formidable look and clenching her fists out of habit, Brooklyn squeaked, looking at Frank, who was sitting at a large expensive table in a contented pose, putting both feet on the table and leaning on the back of a wide expensive office chair

- Whoa, whoa, whoa... honey, what's wrong with you today?

Frank said with a smile and a mockery, continuing to pretend that he did not understand why his sexy busty secretary was behaving so strangely.

- I'm going to fucking kill you! Can you imagine the trouble you've got yourself into?! You know who I am?!

Trying to take another step towards Frank's workplace, Brooklyn almost fell again, feeling the already disgusting dangling of her huge boobs. But she collected her thoughts again and kept her balance in the high heels she now wore. It was just some kind of nightmare. All this clothing practically fettered her movements. Because of the long, tight pencil skirt and high heels, she could not even walk normally and her steps, both now and when she first entered the office, resembled the attempts of a clumsy girl to walk normally. At the same time, with each of her movements, her face expressed some strange mixture of anger and fear, as she straightened her long blonde hair every time and tried not to notice how sexy she now looked.

- Oh... well, who are you? Maybe you can tell? (Frank snapped his fingers, continuing to look seriously at Brooklyn)

- I'm fucking Brooklyn Cutie aka Busty Princess! But for you, I'm your baby! (I'm fucking Brooklyn Delaware aka Big Bear! But I'm your death to you!)

- Ahahaha! God! Sorry! I couldn’t resist (Frank smiled without holding back his laughter, looking at the surprised face of Brooklyn, who just realized that she didn’t say what she wanted at all)

- What the heck?! Honey! Why do I say these lovely words?! (What the hell! Asshole! Why the hell am I talking this nonsense?!)

- Oh, Cutie, don't be upset, you'll get used to it. Okay, I think we can take a break from the show. I think you already understood that you should not have tried to do with me what you wanted with your stupid gang. I know people like you very well. Damn it, yes, I thought that this time I would sit quietly and do without magic... You have no idea how much magic power I accumulated and what I could do. Because of you, I had to spend almost everything...

Brooklyn peered into Frank's face, not understanding what the hell this white asshole was talking about, but unable to overcome something and say even a word. It was like someone inside him was holding back the ligaments of his mouth and every other muscle, making it so Brooklyn just stood there and watched while Frank continued to talk.

"...I can become the fucking president of the world!" But anyway, it doesn't matter... Yes, you probably want to say something, but I don't want to hear it. So don't be surprised. You are now completely under my control and will be until I decide that you have fully adapted to your new role and these huge milkings .. Yeah, I don’t know how you will live with this ... Although, however, it does not matter . So where did we end up? What did you say to me then? Oh yes...

-... This cutie hasn't given us any pleasure yet...

Brooklyn's bass echoed throughout the room as Frank paused for a moment, shifting his gaze somewhere else, and then looked back at Brooklyn with a smile.

- Um... So, then Cutie. So your last name is Brooklyn

- (gulp) I don't...

- What are you not? Tell me what you wanted to do, Cutie? (Frank said, unzipping the width of his trousers). Am I remembering correctly? Is it still the way you wanted it? Honestly...

- I want to fuck you and become your bitch! (I wanted to fuck you and make you my bitch!)

Brooklyn said, covering her mouth with her palm, already really feeling frightened.

- Oh... Well, I think we'll start with something simpler. I think you're good with your mouth, and judging by your dossier, which you'll be reviewing shortly, you've worked in movies that adults have seen before. Although I have not seen, but I think you can show me everything live. And don't be afraid Cutie everything will be fine, you already know perfectly well how to do everything, and it's better not to resist your new desires, you won't change anything anyway... So... come to me

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Epilogue

...

Brooklyn glanced in dismay at her phone, which had been ringing several times already, interrupted by silence interrupted by the sounds of incoming messages. She knew that it was Mason who called and did not want to answer his messages until the last moment.

It was a big mistake when she met a familiar face on the street one day and decided to try again to tell the truth about herself, in the hope that a member of the gang she once led would recognize her and help her change what Frank had done to her.

But damn it, Frank's magic was stronger this time too. Although Frank, a month after she had already worked for him as a secretary and did everything that he demanded, said that he had removed the spell that made Brooklyn tell lies. And she checked with Frank that day they really worked and she was finally able for the first time in such a long time to tell the truth about who she used to be. However, of course Frank said that the spell would work again if she "behaved badly". Brooklyn understood this perfectly and, of her own free will, with a smile on her face, gave him a first-class blowjob, already planning how she would then take revenge on this arrogant sorcerer.

She didn't remember any phone numbers and couldn't get in touch with any of her gang, and it seemed to her such a lucky coincidence that she immediately decided to tell Mason everything when she accidentally saw him that day.

...

- Hi, Mason, I'm so glad to see you!

- Oww. Baby! Do we know each other?

Mason's gaze at that moment devoured Brooklyn's eyes and he did not even hide that he was staring at her curves and huge boobs, which frightened Brooklyn a little, but she remembered who she was a month ago and said with confidence at that moment

- No we are not familiar. I'm Brooklyn Cutie aka Busty Princess! (Of course we know Brooklyn Delaware, better known as Big Bear!) I need your help...

- Oh ... and how can I help such a beauty

- ....

- Are you silent?

- I just...

- Something happened, baby?

- Yes, this bad job and my...

- Oh... it seems I can help you.

- I don't think so

- I think yes. Give me your phone number and I think I can think of something for you

...

It ended worse than Brooklyn could have imagined. Or rather, she immediately guessed what kind of help Mason was talking about and wanted to leave right away, but damn it, how difficult everything was at that moment and in confusion she left him her phone number. Mason, as an inveterate scoundrel and who immediately realized the benefits of meeting such a beautiful buxom blonde, immediately decided to take advantage of this.

He made it so that Frank himself found out about their conversation. Despite Brooklyn's assurances that this is all nonsense, Frank decided that it was time to let Brooklyn go, especially since he was already a little bored with this circus. Now Brooklyn was really out of work and obsessive Mason pestered her more and more with his calls and an offer to go to work for him in a strip bar.

And she has already given her consent... She herself was in shock after talking with Mason, realizing that Frank's magic is still working on her. She told him everything, even about her past work in adult films, which intrigued Mason even more. And now, having locked herself at home, not knowing what to do, she was even afraid to answer the phone, realizing that if she read the messages, she would 100% answer Mason and most likely even go to meet him for an "interview", in which she had already promised to show that she can do...