Wanted to Obey

You didn’t mean to breathe it in.

But now your legs feel weak,
your hips won’t stop swaying,
and your throat’s already open.

The first moan wasn’t yours.
It slipped out before you realized
who this body was becoming.

And when it praised you—
that deep, sweet “good girl” in your spine—

you begged.

“Please… more…”

And baby, it gave it.

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💦 Just One Breath…

It hit before he finished exhaling.
Warm. Thick. Sweet.
Like something was already inside him—
stroking the lungs from the inside out.

His knees buckled, not from fear,
but because everything felt good.

Too good.

Praise came without words.
Just that feeling—
a low hum of approval
curling between his legs,
rising through his throat
until he nearly moaned.

He should’ve run.
But his hands were already tracing his own waist,
already tugging the shirt tighter,
already lifting his hips into nothing.

The pleasure didn’t ask permission.
It rewarded obedience
he didn’t know he was giving.

“Good girl,” it whispered, not in sound,
but in meaning.

He gasped—then whimpered—
then begged.

“Please… again…”

And it did.
More praise.
More heat.
More changes.

Softness spreading across his chest
like lace threading through his skin.
Curves blooming
without weight—just rightness.

He wasn’t becoming her.
He already was.
And now the body finally knew.

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