Lola blinked hard, her vision sharpening as the app's glow faded from her phone. She stood in the opulent foyer of a mansion that screamed wealth—marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, the air cool against her newly smooth skin. At 18 again, her body buzzed with unfamiliar energy, her mind foggy with fresh desires. Her once gray hair now cascaded in golden blonde waves, and she glanced down at her massive breasts straining against the tiny red dress that barely covered her ass. The fabric hugged her curves so tightly it felt like a second skin, making her nipples harden at the slightest brush. She felt wet already, a constant throb between her legs that demanded attention. This was her now—eager, submissive, ready to serve. Mark towered nearby, his transformation complete. He adjusted his sharp black suit, the fabric stretching over his broad shoulders and bulging crotch. Lola's eyes locked on the outline of his big cock, already hard and pressing against his pants. He looked every bit the dominant alpha, his jaw set with confidence, his rich new aura filling the room. She shivered, her pussy clenching at the thought of him taking control. 'Look at you, Lola,' he growled, his voice deep and commanding. 'You're fucking perfect now. Made for this.' She bit her lip, her huge tits bouncing as she shifted on her heels. 'Yes, Master,' she purred, her voice breathy and high-pitched, like it belonged to someone else. Inside, her thoughts raced—God, I need him to touch me, to use me. This body, these urges, they're all for him. They moved through the mansion, her heels clicking on the polished floors as Mark led the way. The place was a labyrinth of luxury: a sprawling living room with leather couches, a bar stocked with top-shelf liquor, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a moonlit pool. Lola's ass swayed with every step, the dress riding up to tease the curve of her cheeks. Mark grabbed her arm, pulling her into a lavish bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. 'On your knees, slut,' he ordered, his eyes dark with hunger. She dropped instantly, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, her gaze fixed on his crotch. 'I've waited too long for this,' he said, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, easily nine inches long. Lola's mouth watered, her pussy dripping down her thighs. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat pulse against her palm. 'Fuck, it's so big,' she whispered, stroking him slowly. Her mind swirled with submission—I'm his toy, his fuck doll. He wants me like this. Mark groaned, threading his fingers through her blonde hair and yanking her closer. 'Suck it, bitch,' he commanded, thrusting his hips forward. Lola opened her mouth wide, taking him in deep. His cock filled her throat, stretching her lips as she bobbed her head, sucking hard and fast. The taste of him—salty and masculine—made her moan around his length, vibrations sending shocks through him. She felt his hand slap her ass hard, the sting radiating through her cheeks and straight to her clit. 'That's it, take it all,' he snarled, pumping into her mouth. Her huge breasts jiggled with each thrust, nipples rubbing against the fabric of her dress. He pulled her up roughly, spinning her around and bending her over the bed. 'Time to fuck that tight pussy,' he said, hiking up her dress to expose her bare ass and soaked folds. Lola arched her back, presenting herself like the sex slave she was. 'Please, Master, fuck me hard,' she begged, her voice trembling with need. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red mark that made her gasp. Mark lined up his cock and plunged in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Lola cried out, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely. 'Oh God, yes,' she moaned, her walls clenching around him. He pounded into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The room echoed with their grunts and the wet sounds of fucking, her body rocking forward with the force. She clawed at the bedsheets, her mind a haze of pleasure and submission—He's owning me, breaking me in. I love it. 'Harder, please,' she whimpered, pushing back against him. Mark grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly through the dress, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. 'You're my little whore now,' he growled, his pace quickening. Lola felt the build-up, her orgasm crashing over her as he kept fucking, her pussy spasming around his cock. But he didn't stop, driving deeper, chasing his own release. As he thrust harder, her moans grew louder, echoing through the mansion. She craved more of his control, her body trembling under his dominance, but the night was far from over.

Mark's grip tightened on Lola's arm, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he hauled her from the lavish bedroom they'd just entered, dragging her down the hallway toward the master suite. The mansion's corridors echoed with their hurried steps, his suit jacket hanging open from their earlier frenzy, his big cock still slick and throbbing from being inside her. He could feel the power surging through him, this new alpha body craving more dominance, more control over his transformed bimbo. 'You're not done yet, slut,' he snarled, his voice low and commanding, the words spurring him on as much as they did her. They burst into the master bedroom, a palace of luxury with a massive four-poster bed draped in silk sheets and floor-to-ceiling mirrors that reflected their heated forms. Mark wasted no time, yanking Lola fully inside and slamming the door shut with his foot. His eyes roamed over her—those huge tits heaving under the tight red dress, her blonde hair a wild mess, and her ass cheeks peeking out from the hem. She was fucking perfect, a dripping wet toy made for his pleasure. With a growl, he grabbed the neckline of her dress and tore it downward, the fabric ripping violently with a sharp tear, exposing her massive breasts and bare pussy in an instant. Lola gasped, the sound mixing shock and excitement, her body arching instinctively toward him. 'Master, yes,' she whimpered, her voice breathy and eager, but Mark didn't give her a chance to say more. He shoved her against the nearest wall, the cool surface pressing into her back as he pinned her there with his body. His hands shot to her tits, gripping the soft, enormous flesh roughly, his fingers sinking in deep enough to leave marks. 'These are mine,' he growled, squeezing harder, feeling her nipples harden against his palms. His cock throbbed painfully, still wet from their previous fucking, demanding to be buried inside her again. He lined up his thick shaft with her soaked entrance, wasting no time as he thrust forward, slamming into her tight pussy with one brutal stroke. Lola's body jolted against the wall, her huge tits bouncing wildly in his grasp as he pounded into her. 'Take it, you fucking whore,' he commanded, his hips driving relentlessly, each thrust echoing through the room with wet, slapping sounds. Her pussy clenched around him, so hot and tight it made his vision blur, but he didn't hold back, fucking her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her. Lola's moans grew louder, turning into desperate cries that fueled his dominance. Her body trembled under the assault, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer as if begging for more pain, more pleasure. Mark could feel her dripping down his balls, her submission making him feel invincible. 'You're my bitch, my obedient slut,' he snarled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He twisted one of her nipples between his fingers, the sharp pinch making her gasp and clench tighter around his cock. The mirrors caught their reflection—her blonde hair flying, her face twisted in ecstasy, and him, the alpha male, rutting into her like an animal. 'Harder, Master, please—hurt me more,' Lola begged, her words broken by the force of his thrusts, her voice high and needy. Mark obliged, gripping her hips now, his fingers bruising her skin as he angled his cock to hit deeper, pounding against that sweet spot inside her that made her whole body shake. The room filled with the raw sounds of their savage fucking—the slick slide of his cock in her pussy, her frantic moans, and his guttural growls. He could smell her arousal, a musky scent that mixed with his own sweat, driving him wild. In his mind, he reveled in this—her bimbofied body, rebuilt for his use, her every whimper a testament to his control. He released one of her tits and slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing off the walls, making her yelp and grind back against him. 'Beg for it, you cum-hungry slut,' he ordered, his pace never slowing, his balls tightening as he neared his edge. Lola's eyes locked on his, glazed with submission, her lips parting in a silent plea before she spoke. 'Yes, Master, fuck me raw—make me your slave forever,' she cried, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy milking his cock desperately. Mark felt her tighten around him, but he kept thrusting, relentless, fully claiming her as his dripping, obedient bimbo sex slave. The intensity built, their bodies slick and entangled, but he held back his release, savoring the power, knowing this was just the beginning of their unleashed lust.