"Doesn't daddy's juicy cock look so good between these tanned tits?" asked Rae-Rae, hanging off of Star from behind with her hands cupping Star's overblown and plumped up tits, her hands jerking them along the Bimbomancer's cock with persistent and sloppy excitement. The cameras were trained on everything while she pinched down between two fingers on her nipples, the other fingers supporting underneath her breasts to keep them bouncing and jiggling while the Bimbomancer thrust up into her cleavage.
"Star's big bimbo titties fit so perfectly around daddy's cock. I was made to be a good slutty girl. Aren't you happy, daddy?" She moaned through it, drooling down onto his cock, keeping the meaty shaft slick and wet while it slid up into her orange cleavage. The hazy commitment carrying her forward was one built on pure joy, on a delight and a pressure she wanted only to give herself up to completely, pursuing sloppy and reckless bliss with every gesture.
"Yeah, I love it when my babes team up to make me feel good," said the Bimbomancer, relaxed back and thrusting up into her tits, admiring the move. "Rae-Rae, come gimme a kiss," he said, pulling Rae-Rae by the hair to jam his tongue into the goth's mouth, fondling her own ballooned-up tits in the process, but otherwise was happy to relax back and let the pleasure come to him, focusing on fucking the juggling, soft cleavage just begging for his dick.
This was the decadent joy that the Bimbomancer was now enjoying around the clock. Having two bimbofied playthings completely devoted only to his pleasure had him feeling powerful, feeling like he was in absolute, unquestioned control over the situation, and all he needed to do was appreciate just how messy this was all getting. Persistent and steady thrusts kept the girls fumbling, kept both of them flattering under the sheer wrongness behind his touch, behind pleasures that completely denied any semblance of reason. He had everything he wanted and all the time he could have asked for in seeking its ruinous, reckless delight.
"The earning of the load is my favorite part. I will be having daddy's cum all over my princess pillows," bragged Star, who had little to do but fawn over the muscular body of the man who had her completely fixated. She kept up the drool and the spit onto his cock to make it wetter, occasionally reaching for his cock to rub her saliva all over it, but she otherwise let Rae-Rae's hold on her chest and the Bimbomancer's wild thrusts do the work to achieve all the friction and sloppiness. She was happy to receive this, remaining confidently in place and letting it happen. "Daddy's princess!"
Rae-Rae and Star's Slut Corner had become the top viewed porn live stream in the world in a matter of mere days thanks to its two completely shameless and limitless superheroine sluts with their ballooned proportions and sloppy surrender throwing themselves only into the joy of pleasuring a man. That was all they needed, warped into shameless, lurid nymphomaniacs throwing themselves into the absolute depths of wrongness and wickedness, into ideas that continued to wear them down and make everything feel completely wild. The wonderful lusts and passions kept them falling, faltering, carelessly pursuing sloppier list by the second, and they no longer cared about restraint. There was no time to.
The money kept rolling in. It was so simple. He was getting rich off of these streams, and it wasn't as if he wasn't taking good care of the girls in the process, but the shadiness around it was still drawing plenty of undue attention and panic, uncertainty over if they were there of their own volition, if something was wrong. Star and Rae-Rae did not have tits bigger than their heads up until they showed up on those videos. In that inaction was something that continued to let him just indulge in the spoils of his plan, thoroughly unchallenged while his sex show indulged harder in the shameless and sloppy spectacle of indulgence.
"Daddy, her princess pillows need cum all over them, and I need my choker snapped," Rae-Rae whined, head rolling back to show off the cute pentagram choker she'd just been bought, one that she wanted ruined right away. "Please finish all over these perfect tits and then fuck my throat next."
"Sure, babe, I can do that. It's radical that you love sucking my dick so much." The Bimbomancer brushed his wavy blonde hair out of his face and let his fingers slide into Rae-Rae's mouth, making her suck on them in anticipation of what he was going to do to her. There was nothing but excitement to be found in pushing on for more and more of this, the continued delight of inching toward pure madness and ecstasy. "Gonna blow soon, babes. Get ready for the wave!"
"Please, yes, I am wanting the wave, my daddy," gasped Star. "We shall complete the fucking of the tits now." She leaned down to kiss his cock, and that was enough to send him at last over the edge into blasting her face with cum. It hid all the over the top, dramatic make-up and a skin tone that looked more 'fake tan' than Tamaranean flesh tone. Star didn't care. she took every drop of his cum, the ropes of jizz making a mess of her face and down all over her cleavage, before she leaned back in to kiss his cock more, smearing sparkly green make-up all over his cock head.
"No, that's going to be enough of whatever the fuck that is," said Blackfire, barging in through the window with the intention of putting a stop to this, a channeled burst of energy breaking one of the cameras fixated on the threesome. "What the fuck are you doing to my sister?"
"Woah, you didn't tell me you had a babe older sis!" said the Bimbomancer. "But hey, that's not cool. You just broke my camera."
"Blackfire, the time is not now!" Star gasped, stumbling up. "We are having the sex with daddy, and I wanted to see the snapped choker."
"I never thought I'd have to rescue you, and it's kind of fucked up that I need to, but I'm not going to risk anyone seeing my porn star sister humiliating our entire planet." Blackfire strode forward, ready to take The Bimbomancer on in a fight. "So what's your gimmick? You swing around a surfboard really hard? Fuck, it's so much worse that some lame earth villain was the one to take these two down."
"Babes, step back," the Bimbomancer said, rising his way up to his feet at last, his cock still hanging out and rock hard, pointed right at Blackfire and dripping with her sister's drool.
"Are you seriously going to fight me with your cock out?" asked Blackfire. "Well, that's a convenient target, I guess. I blast your dick off, and you're not going to be able to record yourself jizzing on a princess of Tamaran anymore. I'll take that deal." The Bimbomancer's confidence didn't bother her one bit as she charged up another energy blast, this time taking aim right at his lap. He was just some boring earth villain. Nothing she couldn't handle.
"Sister, you must not be harming daddy!" gasped Star, who flung herself forward in a panic at the fear of losing her daddy's cock. She didn't want to hurt her too much, though, and rather than blast her, she flew up to her, arm going around her neck as she let the momentum carry her back, getting Blackfire's throat into her elbow and dragging her upward. Blackfire's arm flailed around, and instead of taking aim at the man who had done something to her sister, she ended up blasting another camera.
"Not cool, those cost me so much money!" the Bimbomancer gasped as another camera blew up into a crumpled heap.
"Let go of me! I'm here to fucking save you!" hissed Blackfire.
"Daddy, please be taking my sister's ass so that we can be sisters in many more ways and both have you as our daddy," said Star, twisting her sister around and wrestling her to the floor. "Maybe she needs to be 'fied of the bimbo' to truly understand."
"That's a sick idea, princess," he said, and strode forward happily. Blackfire nearly threw Star off, but Rae-Rae threw herself forward too, holding her down by the legs and trying to tug her skirt up, joining in to the fight.
"Well now I'm not getting my choker snapped, am I? Typical. Oh well. As long as you enjoy this, daddy, I'm happy."
"Right on. I'm so lucky to have such loving babes! Maybe we can get your sis here to chillax and all be one happy family. One who fucks!" He drove his cock right up Blackfire's ass, pinning her to the floor while he drove inch after inch right into her, his hands finding her body and caressing it all over. "We can have a good time together, we just need good vibes."
"Don't you fucking dare!" hissed Blackfire amid the surge of pain and pressure from raw anal penetration, the sheer sweep of embarrassment and panic that made her feel utterly disgusted with this. 'Whatever you did to these two, I'm going to stop it. Then I'll be the hero for once, and I can--fuck!" Another slam hit her, drilling deep into her. She did not need this, but as the Bimbomancer got to pounding her guts and working the tensions out of her, searing anger started to wear at her, started to break down any focus inside of Blackfire. She wasn't letting this happen, wasn't letting fucking nay of these pressures ruin things for her. She'd come here with a plan, ready to actually be a good sister for a fucking change.
But the Bimbomancer was insistent. Deep slams into Blackfire's tight hole felt like just what he needed. "I think you could be a great babe, we just need to make some changes." As he fucked Blackfire's ass, it slowly plumped up, becoming rounder and fuller against the power of his hips pounding away. He was ready to seek out all the pleasures he could, the molten indulgence and ferocity of these passions leaving him feeling prouder and hotter in the throes of something he knew he needed to go all out on. It was his time to shine. "Wish we could put this on live, but I'll settle for fucking you just for the love of the game."
The two girls holding Blackfire down refused to yield, leaving her overpowered and furious. She was certain she could beat her sister in a fight, but the excess of all these pressures and the weight of bodies holding her down left her pissed off. Her thoughts raced in hazy panic, slowly clouding her judgment and sense enough to not realize the changes starting to occur inside of her. "This doesn't feel good," she lied, already feeling how good it was, already knowing that she was opening up to the slow burn of something she couldn't help but want to appreciate, no matter how insane it was and no matter how hard she needed to fight.
This was all getting away from Blackfire, whose confused noises grew more furious and rebellious in her struggles to fight this off. She felt powerless here, faltering under the weight of ideas that did to her an almost irreparable pressure now. She wanted to do anything she could to resist these feelings, but with each powerful slam deep into her hole, she was lost. Lost to the certainty and the weight of pressures beyond normalcy or reason now.
"Just got to keep cooling down, man. It's all good here. We're all dudes, and we're all buddies, and your ass feels so good now." He groped plumper cheeks, his power and his persistence carrying him to continue these ruinous delights. "Doesn't it feel nice to get fucked like this? I just wanna make you feel good, babe."
"Yes." The lies didn't work this time. She let loose a baffled noise, her eyes rolling back while the continued weight of these ideas took her down deeper. Blackfire was baffled by all the ideas taking her, by pressures that continued to unravel her. She didn't know how to handle this, but the continued presence and insistence of being fucked like this was doing damage to her. She had no power to fight it, skirt hiked up and thoughts spiraling without sense, down into delirium and exhaustion in equal measure, until she felt like she was completely unraveling. "Yes, it feels good." Her body shook.
"Fuck yeah. Ease up off of her, babes. She's getting it."
Star and Rae-Rae inched back, and Blackfire was yanked up a bit, pulled onto all fours, fucked doggy style and finding herself hazily compliant. Her body trembled through the overbearing heat of a weirdness she couldn't contain, the pleasures that continued to wear at her as her ass took the deep slams. Anal never felt this good before, never did to her the wonderful things that were now coursing through her veins. She moaned through it, not aware of how many things were changing inside and out, but she was letting it happen, panting, trembling, losing herself to the wickedness and the surrender of sloppy acceptance.
She didn't want to fight it. She could have. Overpowering the Bimbomancer would have been trivial, but Blackfire was simply letting these ideas ruin her, letting the ideas exceed all semblance of thought and control. She was losing focus, losing power, and she just didn't care.
"That's it. Nice and easy. We have fun here. We have good times just playing around, feeling good. Daddy's cock is blowing your mind, isn't it?" Just got to keep feeling good. Got to keep taking it. We're having a blast here."
"We are, da--" Backfire stopped herself. 'What am I saying?" She shook her head, trying to brush it off, finding at least a glimpse of something to spare her from complete desolation. It faltered. She was losing control and finding herself unable to escape that it felt nice to. "I mean that I... I... Y-yes, daddy, this so fun!" Blackfire threw her head back, confused gasps ringing out sharply, the ecstasy burning across her now, and she couldn't handle this. She fell completely fucking apart, trembling ecstasy and worry to wear her down, the continued panic and the worries that made her fall utterly to pieces now. She couldn't handle it, and the ecstasy simply burned through her like fire as she came.
The Bimbomancer's cum sealed the deal. Trembling in hopeless joy and ecstasy, Blackfire lost herself, the anal orgasm ripping through her, and the transformation finally taking full root inside of her. Just like Rae-Rae and Star before her, Blackfire was subject to the shaky ecstasy of her body transforming into a more cartoonish, outlandish form meant for his enjoyment above all else. Fatter ass, bigger tits, lips plump and glistening with pink lipstick. Her hair took on bright pink highlights to go with the striking purple it once was. Her long-sleeved skirt ensemble shifted along with it, growing skimpier as less and less flesh became covered, until the skirt turned translucent and rode her hips. Until the top portion was basically underneath her plump, pierced breasts. Her sleeves stayed just fine, but her boots turned into purple stockings and black high heels. Her pussy was out. Her ass was out. Her tits were out. She didn't care.
Her hair pulled itself up and took the form of big, floofy pigtails that swayed about with even the slightest motion. The neck and shoulder portion of her outfit shifted up until it was just a silver collar around her neck, from which dangled a glistening pink charm that read 'DADDY'S PRINCESS'. Heavy hoop earrings and dramatic make-up helped seal the deal. Blackfire was no more. Not as she'd been.
"I'm me now!" she gasped. 'I feel so much better." She looked around, up toward Star, who still wore her facial. "I want what you had."
"Would you like help with the fucking of the tits?" Star asked, reaching out to her sister. "We can be the girls of daddy together."
"No!" Blackfire smacked the hand away, heavily pouting while she pulled herself up. "I want to fuck daddy myself, all myself!" She turned toward him. "And I need a name. I want to be Princess."
"We are both the princesses of--"
"No!" Blackfire stomped. "Stop talking stop talking, you're ruining my life! Daddy, I want to be your only princess. I am the princess! My name is Princess! Star isn't a princess anymore, because I'm here."
"Whatever you want, babe," said the Bimbomancer, too aloof to care about the sibling squabble. "Sorry Star, but she's Princess now."
"I'm Princess now! And I'm going to be your favorite!" Greedily, Princess flung herself forward and circled around back the Bimbomancer. "I'm going to prove just how good I am, daddy!" She got underneath him, pushing her ballooned tits between his legs to wrap around his dangling cock, ready to take charge and ready to prove to him just what she was capable of, no longer caring about restraint, sense, or decency. "I can do more than just use my big titties to make you feel good, because I'm a smart girl." It was on that note that she buried her face into his ass and began to devour it.
"Woah! Oh, that is some real good smart girl stuff. I didn't think you'd be so smart. Shit." The Bimbomancer stood happily in place, leaning forward to receive the combination titfuck and rimjob that immediately brought him a whole lot of pleasure. "Hey Star, Rae-Rae, go get the other cameras. We need to get the show going again."
Neither girl felt good about what they saw. Star's sister had selfishly taken everything for herself and didn't want to get along, while Rae-Rae still really wanted her choker snapped and was stuck watching as Princess hogged his cock all to herself. But they had to listen to their daddy when he said to do something, and both girls headed off to find him some extra cameras to record this.
Noisy slobbering all over his ass hole kept Princess insistent and forward, reckless in the passion she could find here, needing to throw herself into pure chaos and lust. She wanted only to throw herself into this with all she had, jerking her massive tits along his cock while her tongue slithered around his hole. Her lips were all but adhered to his rim, smearing lipstick all over while she let her sloppy passion carry her into these joys. Princess was committed to this, needing to throw herself into anything she could do, so caught up in the weirdness and the desire of letting all control go.
The idea she'd ever wanted to fight this had all but left her now. She was fixated on the weirdness and passion of this moment, committing herself utterly to the surrender of these pleasures, to the idea that what she really wanted was to go all out. She had to lose all control, burning brightly and ready to use her new body to pleasure him. Her pussy dripped, desperate and needy, but she focused on his pleasure above all else, wanting to be daddy's favorite, wanting to muscle out her bitch sister from his favour.
"Your ass hole is just what I want to eat, daddy," she whined, letting her tongue slither around his shaft, toying with him in reckless surrender, every sloppy and fixated push into pleasure keeping her feeling a complicated mess of feelings she didn't try to hold on to. She had to throw herself into the ruinous chaos, into fever and fire and pure lust. She was ready for this. She had to be. With every lick and caress and slurp, she was giving herself in harder to pleasure, abandoning reason for the sake of burning joy, keeping up the continued desires and pressures that swept over her hotter and weirder.
She needed to be a good girl. Princess craved being a good girl. Called a good girl. Praised and adored no matter how misbehaved she got, because even if she was bratty, she was still a good girl. Even if she hated her sister and wanted her gone, she remained a good girl. She was sure of it, and the commitment to this pleasure had her falling to pieces, working harder and sloppier, unable to contain the burning joys that carried her forward. This was everything to her now, the weight of ideas and passion she just needed to succumb to. It felt amazing, and she was ready for it. All of it.
There was no reason to hold back. No moment of calm or sense here. Just passion. Just delight. Burning greed drove her mad, and Princess continued her sloppy loves, coating his ass in spit and lipstick smears, letting her every commitment carry her to pleasure him. His huge cock throbbed inside of her cleavage, and the joy that she found in pursuing such a reckless fire kept her ready for more, feeling better and hotter through all these ideas. There was a simplicity to these ideas, to the weight and warmth of just having to let herself go. It felt so good, so simple so ready. She knew now what needed to be done, and nothing else mattered.
The stakes were everything and the messy fire of giving in to these pleasures became something simply too wild to be able to handle now. The Bimbomancer groaned out, "That's a good girl, babe," and Princess began to moan harder, racing him toward orgasm and throwing herself with all she had into the chaos. The pleasure was getting away from her, and the idea of holding back became a nigh impossible thought, the passions that continued to make her feel too many things at once, the tremble and the fire and the joy of warming delight, of lusts that made her need to give in to this all. She wanted it so badly, and she just didn't care about holding back these joys, the burning delirium and the fever of giving her all up to these ideas.
The cameras came back just in time to miss the Bimbomancer blowing his load down Princess's cleavage. The gooey eruptions of warm, hot jizz down her cleavage sent Princess over the moon with pride, tongue jammed into his hole and every dizzy sense of worth and heat and pride taking her. She felt amazing, lost to these joys and lost to the pleasure of fully succumbing. "I'm daddy's good girl! I'm the favorite! I'm the princess!"
"We're back with the cameras," Rae-Rae said. "Should we set them up?'
"Yeah, thanks babe." The Bimbomancer stepped away from Blackfire after cumming, moving forward to kiss Rae-Rae and grope her ass. "You did great."
Princess did not like that at all. Rae-Rae and Star began to set the cameras back up, but Princess had other ideas. "Set them up faster, I need everyone to watch daddy fuck my princess parts!" she yelled, dragging him back down with her. "Daddy, I'm going to ride your cock and I'm going to let you cum in my pussy all you want. I'm such a good girl. I'm your favorite!" She pushed him down, and he was in such a good natured state of delight that he was happy to let it happen and happy to let her pull him into place.
"Sure thing, babe," said the Bimbomancer, who didn't mind how much more aggressive she was. He let her guide him to the floor and then pull herself upright onto him. "You wanna--oh, radical, you're just going for it." Princess slammed herself down onto his cock and hastily got right to work at hammering atop his cock without a care, her immense tits heaving about wildly to the chaos.
"Pull on my pigtails and call me your little girl," she whined. 'I need to be daddy's perfect whore. I'm going to be the only girl you need and we can just let Star move out."
"I'm am not moving anywhere including out!" objected Star, but she said it while complying with the order she'd been given.
The Bimbomancer didn't care much about trying to calm this situation down, one hand smacking her fat ass while the other reached up to find one of her handlebars and yanking back on it. His other hand found the other shortly after, and he used the pulls down on them to try and urge her in the pace she rode his lap with. "It's all good, man. Let's just have some fun with it. We're all dudes!"
Princess's hips worked as hard as they could round and thicker than they sued to be, but that only gave her more momentum to slam down onto the Bimbomancer's cock with. she was determined to ride this through, to continue seeking out the dizzying passions and drastic, sloppy ecstasies of need that consumed her. From proud space princess to shameless sloppy slut all in one fell swoop, she was proud of where she was, unashamed and uncaring in the throes of passion taking her down, ready to push with all she had into the moment. Princess had a new life. A better life. It was so easy to just want to indulge in it and to embrace the ideas that continued to break her down.
"We are back with the stream," said Star.
"Rae-Rae and Star's Slut Corner is back, and it is not changing its name," said Raven with a backhanded cheer.
But there was a new bimbo on the show now, one whose wild tits heaved about without a care while she rode his cock. The persistent, sloppy chaos of what Blackfire threw herself in to came on without a care, unrestrained joy and fever carrying her to keep pushing, insatiable lusts demanding that she just stop caring and stop worrying. She was ready to find the pleasure she needed, ready to break down completely for the sake of beautiful ecstasies and the searing wrongness of pursuing messy release.
There was just no fighting the inevitabilities and joys that this offered. It felt too good. Fucking herself on the Bimbomancer's cock put everything into wonderful perspective for the newly dumbed down Princess, who was absolutely unashamed of giving in to all of this. The pleasure kept her needy, hazy, sloppy, ready to break. Every inch of cock stretching her cunt out had to be taken down deep, changing Princess's body to be better. Better to serve her daddy with. Better to be a good girl with. The obsessive chaos pushing her forward kept her hungry and needy, the greeds that continued to push her down, making for pleasure that she was powerless to resist. The burning joys simply continued breaking her down.
Jealously, Star and Rae-Rae watched as Princess took everything for herself, no cooperation, no sense. There was a desire not just to have his cock or to hog him to herself, but to push the other two out. It was a shameful situation, one driven by vindictive obsession as clear as day, but the Bimbomancer was too easygoing and chill to notice or care, simply keeping up the energy of letting his sluts stay all over his cock. As long as they were dumb, horny, and cartoonishly stacked, nothing else mattered.
"I can't believe I have titties these big, and all natural! All for daddy!" She continued to yammer about in pure fascination, the chaos and the lust driving her to fall apart. She had no power to fight this and no desire to contain the burning throbs taking her down. She had to break down, had to accept the throbbing chaos that finally brought her down into depths of inescapable, low surrender. Misery. She couldn't fight it, and she didn't want to. "Please cum in your favorite little girl and make her feel like the luckiest princess in the world. The only princess in your world!"
"Sure thing, babe. It's radical how into this you are." He was fine with a pushy girl taking what she wanted with his dick, allowing the pleasure to push him hard over the line into chaos. He pulled back on her pigtails harder, yanking her down and holding her in place while his hips slammed upward to meet her motions and finish up inside of her once more. This time, pumping her spasming pussy full of cum, sending Princess hard over the line into bliss and chaos, into the crash of ecstasy and cloying lust that tore her asunder. It was everything to the two of them now, a dizzying burst of frenzy and heat and fire that could not be ignored.
"Mine! All mine! All mine! I need to take over and get rid of you two useless sluts now. Maybe you can suck daddy's balls while breeds me over and over, but this cock is mine!"
"No it's not," said the Bimbomancer. "I'm down to share with all of my girls. It's cool. Just relax and let me get back to fucking you after I have some fun. Hey Rae-Rae, your choker still need snapping?"
"Of course!" Rae-Rae flung herself onto the bed, head hanging off the edge of it. Her fingers caressed along the pentagram charm choker. "It's such a pretty choker, and I'd love for you to break it."
"Radical." The Bimbomancer simply walked past Princess, who fumed and stomped in fury while she watched the Bimbomancer slide his cock down Rae-Rae's throat, getting right to pounding deep into it and facefucking her. Princess began to scream and slam and throw a huge fit, but the bratty bimbo couldn't even get the Bimbomancer's attention while he laid into the cocksleeve goth throat offered up to him. There was no hope of her plans winning, just the reality of this situation for her to take in and fume over while the real truth of the matter set in.
You could beg the Bimbomancer, you could pin him down and fuck him, but he was in control, no matter how aloof and cold he was.
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By the end of the night, all three bimbos were down on their knees with lipstick in hand, making a grand mess of the Bimbomancer's cock and balls. They left lip marks everywhere from his cock head down his nuts, along his taint, all the way down to his ass hole, all over his ass cheeks and thighs for good measure. The girls were shameless about their licking and their indulging.
Rae-Rae's purple lipstick, Star's green, and Princess's pink, all mingled together in something almost cooperative thanks to the reality check Princess had gotten. Princess still bumped the girls around by the shoulders, down in the middle and trying to hog most of the real estate on his hog all to herself, but there was simply too much cock for one girl to take control of the whole thing. The stream captured every second of the wild indulgence of these pressures.
Once more, Huntress was watching. Furiously typing with one hand while the other jammed a dildo into her cunt. Her thong was pulled aside to let the toy jam into her, and the glittery lip gloss she wore had slathered the dildo in sparkles from the fellatio she gave it. "Where are you?" she asked, trembling through the vicious panic of this half-baked transformation. She wanted to do something about this, needed to break the weird curse hanging over her, the sloppy chaos and carelessness of being left in this state. Too horny to think but still too much herself to like this at all. It was a mess, completely hopeless, baffling, and she just had to do something to deal with this, at any cost.
She needed to find them. This wasn't negotiable. She'd put every tool in the Birds of Prey's arsenal into trying to find them, and she needed just one more piece of info until she could finally get back to him and deal with what he'd done to her.