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On her knees, she struggles to stuff both her oversized breasts into a tight, form-fitting corset. The fabric digs into her flesh, but she perseveres in her attempt to force her curves into an unforgiving, constricting band. Sweat beads on her forehead and drips down the contours of her face, but she remains focused on her goal. She stands up and admires her new attire in the full-length mirror. Her breasts have been flattened, her waist narrowed, her hips accentuated. She’s a round, plump doll come to life, ready to be played with. As she adjusts her skintight skirt, a man enters the room. He’s clad in a leather jacket, tight jeans, and combat boots. She licks her lips, anticipating his touch. He approaches her from behind, encircling her waist with his strong arms. He presses his lips to her neck and whispers, You look incredible. She grins and wriggles in his grasp, begging for more. She wants to feel his hands exploring every inch of her curvy frame. He pulls her close and grinds his groin into her, causing a moan to escape her lips. She enjoys the sensation, the feeling of being toyed with, picked apart. He removes his jacket and rips her skirt off in one swift motion. She’s left wearing nothing but the tight corset and stockings. He runs his hands up her legs, tracing the lines of her body, mapping out her curves. He stops at her exposed breasts and grips them tightly, causing her to gasp for air. He squeezes them, manipulates them, making her feel alive. Their bodies intertwined, their desires aligned, they lose themselves in the pleasure of the moment. They dance to the rhythm of their own lust, lost in a haze of ecstasy. In this moment, there’s no need to fit into anything. She’s comfortable in the confines of her own body, cradled in the arms of her lover.
Date: April 13, 2025
