Alright. If you want to see how massive my clit gets and how..

Alright. If you want to see how massive my clit gets and how swampy wet it becomes when fucked, the following several videos will do just that! Wait, Brooke, you say. What videos are these you speak of? Well...I got several videos you have never seen because I made them about half an hour ago. So, it would be kind of hard to have seen them before because of that. Just saying. They are a little peek into my bedroom and sex life with Scott. Yes, there is actual fucking and a massive plop of jizz some of you would probably love to slurp up. I'm going to split them up. Otherwise, it would be a 45-minute video, and nobody wants to watch a 45-minute porn. So, do me a favor, and try not to cum during the first video. Save it for the second one! I'll post part two later this afternoon or early evening.

I divided the second part of Paul's sissy transformation into multiple sections. He went from being a hunky trainer to someone who can only orgasm when wearing my panties and has a dildo in his anus. I'm pleased about this. Thrilled is a better word. Hope he doesn't end up with regrets because I won't. Of course, I'm not the one being transformed. Anyway, here is part 2 of 3.

We took a break. Talked about things. I asked Pual if he was gay now. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be a girl. He said he didn't know. I asked him if he wanted to be an authentic porn-style tranny. He said maybe but didn't think he could go through with it. I told him I was there for him. And I am. But for my selfish reasons. If I could get Paul to get fake tits, take hormones, and turn himself into a chick with a dick, I would love that. I know. Sounds horrible. But knowing I altered a man's identity and changed the course of his life in such a massive way all because I sexually owned him in such a powerful way almost makes me cum just thinking about it. A few years ago, I would have backed off. Now, I'm ready to drive him to the plastic surgeon for tits. It's very selfish because it's purely sexual for me. I want to parade him around as my sissy bitch with tits. In front of his family, co-workers, and friends. I know. Rough. But it makes me wetter than fuck. I don't even let him fuck me. I don't want him to. I want some guy he competed with and doesn't particularly like to slip his dick in his asshole and take whatever is left of his manhood with each deep stroke of his cock while he laughs at Paul. Holy shit. Why does that turn me on so much? I am getting more demented by the day now. Anyway, I'll stop now. I have worked myself up too much about something that will probably never happen.

Paul got hard while we were talking. I asked him if he would mind fucking himself for me while I watched. Paul was happy to do it. He suction-cupped the colossal dildo on his coffee table, lubed it up, and made all 11 inches disappear like it was nothing. His dick was so hard it stayed flat against his belly. It was such a hot thing to watch. I was dying to cum, but I held off. I did touch myself now and then. I had to. It was too much not to. After a few minutes, his dick looked seasick, and heaved cum all over his chest and floor. It never got touched. It just started pumping long ropes of sperm without warning. He came like a girl being properly bred.