March SS Reward #1 - Competition (Patreon)

She stared at your engorged member, while not herculean, clearly enough to satisfy any need she would have faced that night. But that wasn't enough. The plan to emasculate you had been weeks in the making, and you had finally been lured in by a 'titty fuck beyond your wildest dreams'.

She had been micro-dosing in oestrogen for weeks now, knowing the dose would all hit at this moment. Her trap was set, and she would become the boob goddess you could never hope to satisfy, the valley of cleavage you could never hope to fill.

But these games had been going on as long as you had known her. She was equal parts mad and sex demon and it was an intoxicating cocktail you just couldn't move beyond. 

So as much as she had planned this night, you had plans of your own. You timed your testosterone supplements to coincide with her own dosage and as you felt the effects kick in, you knew that this night would be the greatest - and horniest competition you two had faced yet.