The Long Con

Harvey Kline settled into the familiar booth at the back of the coffee shop, his usual spot where he could watch the door without drawing attention. He had chosen this New York City cafe years ago because the staff never bothered the regulars, and the corners stayed quiet enough for planning. It didn’t hurt that it also had the fastest wifi in the city. Today, he needed that privacy more than ever. His latest hustle had fizzled out, leaving him with just enough cash to cover the month’s rent and the coffee sat before him. He needed a new challenge.

The young man grew up scraping by in a rundown apartment with a mother who worked double shifts and a father who disappeared before Harvey could walk. That early resentment toward anyone with money fueled everything he did now. The rich were soft targets in his eyes, people with too much to notice when someone slipped a hand into their pocket. Over the years, he built a string of small cons that would have kept most men comfortable. However, Harvey had been rather careless with his own money management, another trait he put down to his poor upbringing, and he was always looking for the next scam.

His slight build helped. At five-foot-ten and lean, with fair skin and sharp blue eyes, the brunette photographed well. Women fell for his charm, and men trusted his easy confidence. He kept his hair dark brown in a wavy, spiked style that looked effortlessly maintained. Clean-shaven and youthful, the 25-year-old could pass for someone in their late teens if needed. Straight as they came, Harvey had used his looks to enjoy his fair share of casual sex; just another perk of the job, he thought to himself.

The bell above the door chimed, and Harvey’s friend, Katy Phillips, walked in. She spotted the good-looking man immediately and made her way over to him with that familiar bounce in her step. At 24, Katy had an athletic build from her regular gym routine, toned legs, and a firm waist that turned heads, despite her tomboyish attire. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed warm brown eyes, and she dressed in casual jeans and a dark, baggy t-shirt.

The girl dropped into the seat across from Harvey and flashed that easy smile he knew well. “You’re early for once,” she teased him.

Harvey shrugged and pushed his empty cup aside. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Katy raised an eyebrow before signaling the barista for her usual latte and turning back to him. “Why?” she asked. “Weren’t you working a job on that widow in Brooklyn?”

The brunette man scoffed and leaned forward. “I was, and it was all going great, until her stupid son showed up asking questions,” he narrowed his eyes. “The fucker had the old lady block my number and threatened to call the cops.”

The woman laughed heartily at the story. “That’s a shame,” she teased. “I always envisioned you settling down with a 76-year-old lady.”

Harvey groaned and narrowed his eyes at his friend, but didn’t bite on her teasing.

Katy sipped her latte and stared at her good-looking friend. “I heard something yesterday that might cheer you up.”

The young man tilted his head and waited for her to continue.

Katy glances around before lowering her voice. “Noah Wilding,” she said, as if Harvey was meant to know exactly who she was talking about.

Harvey shrugged obliviously. “Who?” he asked.

The dark-haired woman leaned in closer, as if she was about to spout the world’s largest secret. “He’s a billionaire. The man’s from an old-money family; his fortune goes back generations. He’s a weird recluse and stays entirely out of the public eye. You’d even struggle to find pictures of him online.”

Harvey nodded slowly. The name rang a faint bell in his mind, but he couldn’t recall where he had heard it. He was struggling to understand why his friend was bringing up the man. “What about him?” he asked. “Is he holding a cash giveaway or something?”

Katy continued with a knowing smile. “I heard from a close friend who works down at Belle Vue clinic that he’s terminally ill. The doctors gave him maybe a year left, tops. He also has no immediate family to hand his wealth down to. He has over a billion dollars just prime for the taking.”

The young man felt his interest sharpen. A dying man with no one to leave his money to sounded promising, but he was struggling to connect the final dots. “So? What am I gonna do with that information?” he paused, before chuckling lightly. “Is he gay or something?”

The woman smiled and shook her head as she took another sip of her coffee. “Not quite, but rumor has it he had a very specific taste in partners.” The woman paused for dramatic effect. “He prefers ultra-passing trans women. The kind who can pull off looking like absolute bombshells that no one would ever guess had a secret down below.”

Harvey froze for a moment. “Wait? You think I should dress up like some sissy?”

Katy laughed. “You’ve done it before,” she teased. “We both know you’ve dressed as a woman before to pull off one of your scams, and you look rather fetching whenever you do, if I must say.”

The man raised an eyebrow, but he couldn’t deny it. She was right. He had no interest in dressing as a woman in his private life, but he had done so on a number of occasions to pull off some of his latest cons. One trait about Harvey was that once he set his mind to something, he would do whatever it took to get the job done. He had spent hours watching online videos and practicing makeup techniques and etiquette tutorials until he could pull off passing as a woman perfectly. He made a better woman than half of the women in the city, he would often joke.

Katy watched her friend’s reaction with a knowing smile. “Exactly,” she grinned. “And as I said, the old man is terminally ill. He has no wife, no kids, no living siblings. Everything will go to whoever’s by his side when he finally croaks. I think you’d easily pull off acting like a woman for a year if the prize was a billion dollars.”

Harvey felt his pulse quicken. If what Katy said was true, this could be his retirement fund. A dying recluse with a billion-dollar fortune and a kink that narrow? It was set up so perfectly for the young man to take advantage of. He stared at his friend. “How reliable is this friend of yours?”

The dark-haired woman chuckled. “She works at the clinic where he was diagnosed,” she said. “It prides itself on confidentiality, but the women there gossip like nobody’s business.”

Harvey leaned back in the booth and let the idea settle in his mind. It was a crazy thought, but he was desperate enough to go for it. The man could already picture how it would go. First, he would track down Noah’s routines, find out where the old man ate or shopped alone. He would show up dressed to kill, elegant but amateur enough for the old man to know he wasn’t born a woman. From there, he could orchestrate a chance meetup and reel the old man in. Harvey knew he was charming enough to keep Noah at arm’s length while keeping him reeled in.

The young man certainly had the build for it, and he knew his way around a makeup palette. A few temporary hormone shots could soften things further if needed. He would become the perfect woman Noah craved, devoted and mysterious, the kind to make the old man feel alive again without giving up too much. Then, when Noah passed, the fortune would be his, and there were no heirs to challenge his claim. This was set up perfectly.

Katy chuckled as she watched her friend, lost in deep thought. “Well, I’ll leave you to think about it,” she said as she stood up from the booth. She grabbed her bag and turned to walk out, leaving Harvey alone with his cooling coffee and the fresh plan taking shape in his head.

❖

A male host in a well-ironed black suit led Harvey to a small table for one near the back of La Barbara’s, an exclusive French restaurant on the Upper East Side. It was the kind of establishment that Harvey would never voluntarily dine at, and definitely couldn’t afford, but he was playing the long game. The man pulled out the chair with a polite nod and waited until Harvey sat before placing a leather-bound menu in front of him.

The waiter approached moments later, a young man with a charming smile that could rival Harvey’s own. “Would you require any water to start, ma’am?”

Harvey’s bright red lips contorted into a pleasant smile as he replied in a well-practiced, refined feminine tone. “Water would be great, thank you.”

The waiter nodded and departed, leaving Harvey alone with the soft conversation taking place on the nearby tables around him. He noticed that no one was staring at him quizzically, which was a good sign. He scanned the room slowly, taking in the wealthy patrons dining in the expensive restaurant. Eventually, the young man’s eyes landed on what he had come for—a man in his late fifties with distinguished silver hair, dressed in a sharp suit, sitting alone and finishing his dessert.

Harvey grinned to himself. The target matched the scarce photos he had managed to find online, and the fact that he was dining alone showed that he was single and prime for the taking.

The feminized man looked down at himself and hoped he had done enough. The glued-on D-cup breast forms sat high under the neckline of his elegant black dress, and he adjusted them slightly to show just enough teasing cleavage. The dress hugged his slim frame with a subtle flare at the hips, the fabric soft against his freshly shaven skin. He had chosen a refined look tonight—knee-length hem, long sleeves, and a neckline that teased without screaming desperation. His makeup was subtle in a professional kind of way, except for the bright red lips that screamed ‘look at me’ to anyone who laid eyes on them. His long blonde wig fell in loose waves past his shoulders, framing his sexy face perfectly. Black stockings and low heels completed the ensemble, feminine without overdoing it. He passed as an attractive woman in her early twenties, exactly the look he was going for.

Harvey softly bit his lower lip and wondered if he should go through with this. The plan felt solid in his head, but sitting here dressed like this made him feel utterly ridiculous. The fact that women went to such lengths to impress men baffled the young blonde, but he couldn’t deny its effectiveness.

He shook his blonde-wigged head and stood up. It was time. He smoothed the sexy dress over his padded hips and started toward the restroom, timing his path to pass directly by the reclusive billionaire’s table just as the wealthy man rose to leave.

Harvey brushed close, and Noah stood at the exact moment he passed. The collision came perfectly as Noah’s arm bumped the feminized man in his side, sending the glass of red wine Noah held splashing across the front of Harvey’s dress. The conman had only planned to take an exaggerated tumble, but this worked out better than he ever could have imagined.

Noah froze in horror, his face flushed with embarrassment. “I am so sorry, young lady,” he said quickly, his voice deep and refined. He outstretched his hand to help Harvey up. “That was entirely my fault. Are you alright?”

Harvey accepted the man’s hand and stood, brushing at the spreading stain with exaggerated dismay. He kept his expression soft and alarmed, attempting to portray his vulnerability while exuding annoyance.

The wealthy man instantly grabbed a napkin from his table and stepped closer, dabbing gently at the wine on the front of the black dress. His touch stayed polite, but his fingers brushed the fabric over Harvey’s chest as he worked. The feminized blonde held still, letting the moment play out.

As Noah patted lower, his hand paused over the ‘woman’s’ cleavage. A faint discoloration against the edges of the breast forms caught his eye, visible only up close but undeniable in the older man’s view. Noah’s gaze sharpened for a fraction of a second before he looked into Harvey’s eyes. The longer he looked, the more his suspicions were confirmed. This beautiful woman carried a secret he found utterly intoxicating. His interest in Harvey deepened immediately, a quiet thrill running through him as he continued dabbing with renewed care.

Harvey noticed the pause and smiled gently. He placed a hand over Noah’s to stop him. “It’s really okay,” he said in that refined feminine tone. “These things happen.”

The billionaire straightened his back and met Harvey’s eyes, his apology genuine but now layered with something more exciting. “Please, I insist on making this right. Join me for the rest of your meal at least,” he urged. “Order anything from the menu, and I will cover it. I would feel better knowing I haven’t ruined your evening completely.”

The blonde tried to play coy and let a blush rise to his cheeks as well as he could manage. He glanced down at the stain again and back up at Noah through his lowered lashes. “I appreciate the offer, sir,” he said demurely. “But I can’t stay tonight. I have to meet with a friend soon.”

Noah nodded with understanding, though his eyes held a trace of disappointment. He stepped back slightly to give Harvey some space. “That’s a shame, but I understand,” he replied. “How about Friday night instead? I would love to have the opportunity to make this up to you properly.”

Harvey paused as though he needed time to decide. He tilted his head and bit his red lower lip gently, letting the moment stretch long enough to keep the man hooked.

Noah used the pause to extend his hand formally. “I’m sorry. I haven’t even introduced myself yet,” he said with a confident, warm smile. “My name is Noah Wilding. And you are?”

Harvey placed his manicured hand in Noah’s and returned the smile. “Hannah Kline,” he answered softly. “It is nice to meet you, Noah.” His tone was light and flirtatious, but he kept a refined edge to show he was a woman who belonged among the elite.

The wealthy man held the blonde’s hand a second longer than necessary before releasing it. “It is very nice to meet you as well, Hannah.” He then reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a business card, handing it over to the feminized man. The card bore the name of another upscale restaurant in elegant script.

“There is no pressure at all,” Noah assured Harvey. “But I will be at the restaurant at eight on Friday night. I would love for you to join me, though I will not be offended if you choose not to.”

He smiled warmly at the conman one final time, glancing at the blonde’s silhouette inside the black dress, and gave Harvey a nod before heading toward the exit.

The young man watched his target go and then looked down at the card in his hand. A wide grin spread across the blonde’s face as he read the script. He was in.

❖

Noah Wilding sat alone at the reserved table on a rooftop restaurant overlooking Central Park, glancing at his watch as the time ticked over to eight-oh-five. He had arrived early, as always, and ordered a glass of red wine to pass the minutes. The city sprawled below, but his attention stayed fixed on the entrance as disappointment crept in. Perhaps Hannah would not show.

The rich man took another sip and considered leaving. However, just as he set the glass down, he glanced up and saw her. A hostess guided the same woman from the spill incident toward his table. The blonde wore a long, knee-length silver dress that seemed to sparkle as she moved. The fabric clung to her curves in all the right places, and her dramatic makeup accentuated her features to maximum effect. Her long blonde hair was teased up in elegant volume, and long silver dangling earrings swayed with each step. She looked breathtaking, Noah thought to himself.

The hostess stopped at the man’s table and pulled out the chair opposite Noah with a polite smile. “Your date has arrived, sir.”

Harvey sat gracefully and smiled sweetly across the table. “I am so sorry for being late,” he said in his feminine tone. “Traffic was dreadful this evening.”

Noah returned the smile and waved away the apology. “Please, do not worry about it. I am just glad you came.”

In actuality, the late arrival was by design. Harvey didn’t want to appear too eager and knew the task would be easier if he controlled the dynamic early. The older man signaled the waiter for another glass of wine and turned his full attention to ‘Hannah’. “You look stunning tonight,” Noah told his date.

Harvey blushed as convincingly as he could and lowered his gaze briefly. “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.” Whilst the conman had been well practiced in dressing and passing as a woman, he wasn’t so well versed in flirting with men, and the idea repulsed him a little. He had spent the last few days watching video after video on how women flirt, and it made him sick to his stomach that he had to put it into practice. However, he kept his focus on the billion-dollar reward, and that kept him going.

The waiter poured the wine and left the pair with the menus. Noah leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving his date. “So, tell me about yourself, Hannah. What do you do for a living?”

Harvey had prepared for this and rehearsed an entire backstory for this very moment. It was dating 101 that you shouldn’t turn a first date into a job interview, but it was clear that Noah wasn’t very experienced in these situations. “I’m a freelance graphic designer. I moved to the city a few months ago for new opportunities. It keeps me busy, and I love the creativity.”

Noah nodded with interest, placing his elbows on the table and cupping his chin with his hands. “Fascinating. That sounds fun and fulfilling. What about family? Do you have any around here?”

The blonde shook his head as he sipped the wine. “No, I am on my own. My parents are back in the Midwest, and I don’t have any brothers or sisters. I wanted a fresh start in a big city.”

Noah asked more questions, drawing out details about Hannah’s supposed hobbies, favorite foods, and dreams. Harvey answered effortlessly, weaving lies that sounded genuine. He painted Hannah as independent yet vulnerable, artistic yet grounded. Noah listened intently, his gray eyes fixed on Harvey’s face.

The feminized man turned the conversation back when he could. “What about you? What do you do?” he asked.

Noah smiled faintly and kept his answers vague. “I have a lot of side hobbies that occupy my time. They keep me busy.”

The wealthy man steered away from specifics, mentioning travel preferences and favorite wines instead. Whenever Harvey tried to pry into the man’s personal life, Noah expertly swerved it back into harmless territory.

The pair ordered appetizers and entrees. Noah recommended dishes to his date, and Harvey accepted them to be polite. He had watched a video that explained how men loved it when they could take control of the ordering at a restaurant, and Harvey wanted to keep his target hooked. The conversation flowed easily as Noah shared stories of places he had visited in the last few years. This man certainly had money.

As dessert arrived, Noah took Harvey by surprise by reaching into his jacket and producing a small velvet box. He was receiving gifts already on a first date? Harvey had hit the jackpot with this one.

“I have something for you,” Noah told him coyly.

The blonde’s heart skipped a beat, but Hervey kept his expression curious. Whatever it was, he would likely be able to sell it for a pretty penny soon enough.

Noah opened the box to reveal an exquisite necklace, diamonds set in intricate platinum that sparkled with timeless elegance. “This belonged to my grandmother,” he said as he smiled. “It has been in the family for hundreds of years.”

Harvey gasped appropriately and touched the pendant lightly. That thing must have been worth at least $100,000, the blonde figured. “It is beautiful,” he said softly.

“I would like you to have it,” Noah told his date. “There are no women left in my family to enjoy it, and a piece like this was made to be worn. I’d be honored if you wore it for me.”

Harvey smiled sweetly and nodded. “Of course I’ll wear it for you.” If the artifact was truly as sentimental as Noah claimed, this piece of jewelry would tie Harvey to him for a long time.

Noah stood and moved behind Harvey’s chair. He leaned down carefully, his fingers brushing the nape of the blonde’s neck as he placed the necklace around it and clasped it in place. The metal settled cool against Harvey’s bare skin, and the blonde softly bit his lower lip.

The billionaire returned to his seat and admired the effect of the necklace sitting on his date’s chest. “It looks beautiful on you.” The man paused for a moment and met Harvey’s eyes directly. “In fact, you look so extraordinarily beautiful as a woman.”

Harvey felt taken aback by the man’s sudden directness as his pulse quickened for a second. He wasn’t actually sure if Noah knew he wasn’t born a woman, and the comment took him by surprise. “Uhmm,” was all he could say.

Noah noticed Harvey’s discomfort and backtracked immediately, raising a hand. “I did not mean to afford you,” he said. “You look beautiful in every way, even better than the majority of genetically born women. You should be proud of yourself.”

The feminized man recovered with a smile and inclined his head. “Thank you.”

Noah smiled and relaxed again as he continued. “In fact, I love a transwoman who is secure enough in her femininity that she stays dressed and presented at all times,” he commented. “Some only dress when they feel particularly feminine, but my favorite girls stay as feminine as possible even at home.”

Harvey paused and thought about the statement. It was a weird thing to say, especially on a first date. He had no intention of staying dressed as a woman outside of these meetings with the old man; he hated the constant prepping and primping and preferred the world to see him as a man. However, the more he considered it, the more it made perfect sense. Staying in the role full-time meant fewer chances for slip-ups and would give him more time to practice the mannerisms he needed to perfect. It made total sense to stay presented as a woman full-time.

He nodded silently and tucked into his dessert.

Noah smiled widely across the table. “I hope you will entertain me with a second date, Hannah.”

Harvey finished the bite of his food before returning the smile. “I would love that.” The old man was falling for him fast. This was going to be easier than he ever imagined.

The pair ate their dessert in comfortable quiet, the necklace resting against the blonde’s skin as the evening wound down. It was a successful first date.

❖

In an exclusive Italian restaurant in downtown Manhattan, Noah waited in a secluded booth at the far end of the room, smiling broadly as he watched his date totter through the entrance. Two weeks had passed since their first meeting, and he had thought about Hannah constantly. The memory of her beauty and that intriguing secret hidden between her legs kept him eager for more.

Harvey glanced around the room until he spotted the older man waving him over. He put on a wide smile and headed toward the booth, conscious of the eyes following him. Most of the men in the restaurant turned to watch as he passed their tables. He had grown used to the attention by now, but it remained unnerving. The constant stares made the blonde’s skin prickle in nervousness, and he hated it.

It had been two weeks since the first date with Noah, and Harvey had poured most of his scarce resources into overhauling his wardrobe. He wore a tight red cocktail dress tonight, the fabric clinging to his padded hips and glued-on breast forms. The hem stopped just above the knee, and a deep V-neck showed a lot more cleavage than he was comfortable with. His makeup stayed bold with red lips, rouge cheeks, and smoky Egyptian-style eyes. His long blonde wig was styled in the same cute style as the previous date, and his manicured nails gleamed red. A pair of 4-inch strappy heels added height to the feminized man’s slight frame, and the gifted old necklace hung attractively around the blonde’s neck.

Harvey hadn’t dressed in male clothes since before that first date. He committed fully to the role after his date’s suggestion, figuring it would build trust faster. Every trip to the supermarket or quick jog outside his apartment drew unwanted advances from pervs who leered, catcalled, or outright flirted. It exhausted him. One afternoon, his next-door neighbor caught him in the hall and forced a conversation. Harvey introduced himself as Hannah, his own long-distance sister visiting her brother in town. The lie worked, but the way the neighbor stared at his fake cleavage the entire time made his skin crawl.

Still, he couldn’t deny the improvements. Practice paid off. The feminized man now walked in heels with growing ease, and his mannerisms felt more natural each day. The sway in his hips came without thinking now. He hated the effect it had on the men around him, but he reminded himself constantly of the end goal. A billion dollars waited, and he only had to endure this a little longer.

Noah stood as Harvey reached the table. He pulled the feminized man into a brief hug, his hands firm on Harvey’s waist, then kissed both cheeks in greeting.

“You look radiant tonight, Hannah,” Noah said as they sat together.

Harvey smiled as he settled opposite his date. “Thank you. This restaurant looks amazing. I’ve never been.”

Noah poured wine for both of them and leaned forward with genuine interest. “I wanted somewhere intimate for us,” he said with a smile. “Tell me how your week has been.”

The blonde sipped the wine and launched into prepared stories about design projects that had kept him busy. He kept the details light to prevent himself from being caught in a lie, painting Hannah as a busy woman whose time was precious. The billionaire listened closely, asking follow-up questions that showed real curiosity.

The appetizers arrived, and Harvey savored the rich flavors. Luxury like this felt intoxicating, a preview of the life he longed to own. Noah recommended the perfect wine pairing, and the feminized man agreed eagerly, letting the older man guide the choices.

Conversation turned to Noah’s travels again as Harvey tried to steer the topic into what the man did for a living. However, Noah seemed to be an expert at redirecting questions down a passage he felt comfortable with. Still, Harvey laughed at the right moments and touched his date’s hand lightly when the man was emphasizing a point. He had become enthralled by those tutorial videos, and he couldn’t deny that they worked.

The main courses followed, and Harvey felt the evening flow perfectly. Noah’s attention stayed fixed on him, and compliments flowed naturally about Hannah’s laugh and grace. The conman played his part well, and he seemed to have the older man in the palm of his hand.

As plates cleared for dessert, Noah placed a small wrapped package on the table without a word.

Harvey raised an eyebrow before carefully unwrapping the item. He hadn’t expected another gift, but if it was anything like the last one, he certainly wouldn’t say no. However, his eyes widened at the contents. A small, pink plastic chastity device lay inside, designed to confine a man’s penis completely and give him an entirely flat front.

“Ughhh,” the blonde stuttered. “I don’t understand.” There was no way he was going to wear something like that.

The billionaire leaned forward and placed a reassuring hand over his date’s. “I love the idea of a transwoman giving herself fully to her man,” he explained softly. “The way she’s prepared to lock away her own pleasures and focus solely on the one she’s with. That’s a sign of true devotion, and I think you can handle it.”

Harvey stared at the cock cage, fury rising in his chest at the idea of locking away his proud dick. He had always taken quiet satisfaction in his size, and the thought of confining it for a man felt like a disgusting insult. This went too far, even for the con.

However, the longer he looked at the pink plastic, the more the anger faded. Noah had a point. Devotion like this would prove commitment beyond words. It would make the old man trust him completely and speed everything up. He had no idea when he would drop dead, and he needed to do whatever he could to wrap the man around his finger as fast as possible. Eventually, Harvey nodded slowly. “I can do that for you,” he said sweetly.

He watched as Harvey excused himself to the restroom. In the private stall, the feminized man couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he resolved that it was for the greater good. He worked the device carefully over his cock, folding it uncomfortably into place until it was in a position where it could lock shut. The confinement felt strange and extremely uncomfortable, pressing everything flat and hidden. He knew this was the final chance he had to back out, but the blonde pulled his panties back up, lowered his dress, and headed back into the restaurant.

He returned to the table and sat. Noah held out his hand in expectation, and Harvey reluctantly handed the billionaire the key, giving him sole access to his freedom. Noah took it without hesitation and tucked it away, a wide smile spreading on his face.

“Good girl,” he said condescendingly before reaching into his jacket once more and producing a gold credit card, placing it beside Harvey’s plate. “There’s more. You look absolutely gorgeous, but a woman should never have to pay for her own beauty. A properly cared-for lady should pamper herself at her favorite salon at least once a week, as well as every time she goes on a date with her handsome boyfriend.”

Harvey’s blue eyes widened at the mention of ‘boyfriend.’ Did Noah already see himself as Hannah’s exclusive partner? The feminized blonde picked up the card and turned it over in his fingers. Something about the older man’s request made Harvey feel uneasy, but what he said made perfect sense. If Noah were going to pay, he should pamper himself on a weekly basis. Let’s see how his date would react when he found the young man running his card up.

Noah studied his date’s face with quiet appreciation, examining how the blonde reacted to his suggestions. He wondered how far he could push it. “Your lips look gorgeous, by the way, Hannah. I think they’d look irresistibly perfect if they were bigger, though.”

The undercover conman gasped at Noah’s suggestion and opened his mouth to retort. That was a disgusting thing to say, he thought to himself. However, the words halted in the blonde’s throat.

He thought deeper about the suggestion and pictured the women who had filled their lips with filler. He couldn’t deny that the effect always looked amazing. Fillers were temporary anyway and would return to normal after a few months. There was no harm in indulging the man. The feminized man didn’t reply. Instead, he silently tucked into his cheesecake.

Noah smiled widely across the table. “I hope you will entertain me with another date, Hannah.”

Harvey finished a bite and returned the smile. “Of course, Noah. How can I say no when you hold my key?” he joked, trying to keep the conversation light.

The billionaire chuckled and settled into the rest of his dessert in comfortable quiet. Harvey knew the man was now obsessed with him, and nothing would stop him from claiming that fortune.

❖

Another two weeks later, Harvey walked casually through Central Park with his date on a leisurely stroll, Noah’s hand resting on the blonde’s backside as they moved along the path. The touch felt firm and claiming, sending an unwelcome shiver down Harvey’s spine, but he resolved to endure it.

He wore a simple red tank top that stretched tight across his chest and tight black Lycra shorts that squeezed against his hips and thighs. White wedge heels completed the look and gave his steps a natural sway. The outfit left little to the imagination, exposing the smooth skin and curves the blonde had worked so hard to perfect.

A few days earlier, Harvey had spent hours at a salon Noah had recommended. The stylist removed every trace of body hair from the transformed man’s neck down, leaving his skin bare and sensitive against the calm wind. She had thinned his eyebrows into high, arched lines that completely adjusted the appearance of his face. The wig was no longer necessary after she suggested special platinum-blonde extensions. She explained the extensions could get smaller with each visit as his natural hair lengthened above them. Men loved their women having dyed hair, the stylist added, so she kept their roots dark to emphasize the enhancement. His nails extended into long stiletto shapes, painted glossy red with glued-on acrylics that felt more permanent than the stick-on nails he used to wear. His toenails matched the glossy shade.

However, by far the biggest change came from the conman’s lips. Harvey intended just one milliliter of filler to give his lips a subtle fullness as a gesture of compliance to appease Noah’s request. Once he was there, the woman convinced him that if his boyfriend was paying, he should go all out to impress the man. Harvey ended up agreeing to whatever the stylist suggested. Three milliliters later, and the blonde’s lips had swelled into huge, full cupid bows, made prominent by the bright red gloss coating them now. They dominated his face, and every man they passed stared openly at the conman, with each gaze twisting Harvey’s stomach with nerves; what had he done to himself? He knew the effect remained temporary, but the way people saw him made the young man feel sick.

Noah’s grandmother’s necklace hung around his neck, just as it had during the two previous dates.

The billionaire had treated Harvey to a beautiful gourmet lunch earlier, a succulent, expensive meal in a private garden restaurant. The meal ended with this romantic walk through the park. Noah’s hand guided the feminized man along the winding paths.

Noah squeezed the curved ass under his palm. “You walk with such natural grace now, Hannah, and you look gorgeous,” he told his date. “I love it.”

Harvey felt a strange sense of pride at the compliment and let out a light laugh. “Thank you. I’ve been practicing for you.”

The older man pulled him closer as they walked. “It shows,” he replied. “I appreciate the effort, and I know every man here wishes he had you on his arm.”

Harvey glanced at a group of joggers passing by, their eyes lingering on his exposed skin. “Well, let them,” he said, acting as if it never bothered him. “I am here for you right now.”

Noah didn’t respond, but his firm clench on Harvey’s rear told the blonde he had said the right thing.

As they walked through the park, they passed a bench where a couple sat together. The woman had striking red hair and a confident, sensual posture that caught Harvey’s eye immediately. He had a thing for redheads, and something about her lips and the way she leaned into her boyfriend stirred an old reaction in him. His body responded before his mind caught up, the blood inside him rushing southward.

The blonde groaned inwardly as his cock immediately strained against his trapped cage. The plastic bit hard, stopping any growth from materializing and sending sharp pain through his body. The damn cage caused discomfort that Harvey wasn’t prepared for. The conman focused on the most unsexy thoughts he could muster, his old gran naked and in the shower, until he found the pain starting to subside. His tactic worked.

Noah noticed the sudden tension and chuckled low, turning his attention toward the couple on the bench. “You need to work on that, Hannah,” he teased. “You shouldn’t be getting turned on by every handsome man you lay eyes on. Learn to control yourself.”

Harvey blushed immediately. Noah had insinuated that the blonde was getting horny by the man rather than the gorgeous redhead. It felt gross to the young man, but he couldn’t exactly refute it, so he remained embarrassed and silent.

The billionaire looked more closely at the woman on the bench and nodded toward her. “Look at how his girlfriend dresses for him,” he said appreciatively. “She is completely unashamed of her femininity.”

Harvey followed his gaze. The redhead wore a low-cut pink top that showed an abundance of cleavage and an ultra-short skirt that rode high on her thighs as she crossed her legs. The feminized blonde instantly turned away before his cock could react again.

Noah continued. “The best girls always embrace their femininity at all times,” he tells his date. “Their body is a temple, and their outfits should always be designed to emphasize it. Don’t you agree?” He led Harvey away from the couple as he spoke.

Harvey felt shocked at the man’s words. He already hated the feminine outfits he needed to wear and the effort required for these damn dates. The idea of embracing femininity to a slutty extreme felt nauseating. However, as they continued to stroll, the more the blonde thought about it, the more Noah’s statement made sense. Harvey was playing the long game, and he couldn’t risk failing because of his damn pride. Noah was a billionaire with certain expectations around the women who surrounded him. It would look strange if the conman dressed like a slob around such an elite member of society. To avoid awkward questions, Harvey needed to lean into femininity to the maximum. It was a good idea. The young man nodded silently.

The wealthy man grinned at his date’s silent nod, and the way the blonde’s huge lips parted slightly in thought. That small enhancement made her irresistible, the man thought to himself, and he wondered silently if he could push the boundaries even further.

He kept his hand firm on Harvey’s ass as they walked. “You know, it’s a bit embarrassing to say this, but my perfect woman actually acts deferential around men in public,” Noah said a little nervously. “Like she is confident in her appearance, but she is naturally submissive. She giggles at a man’s jokes, no matter how crude she thinks they may be. She holds her tongue when she disagrees. She smiles, nods, and never argues with her man in public. The thought of that kind of woman warms me up.”

Harvey gasped sharply at Noah’s suggestion. What the hell was he talking about? They didn’t live in the 1920s, and that kind of view isn’t welcome these days. It was outdated and extremely sexist. Women were viewed as equals, and the blonde shouldn’t stand for this, he thought to himself. However, he thought further. Harvey considered the women he had interacted with in the past. The ones who had acted submissive in public seemed to have the most devoted partners, and that was Harvey’s ultimate aim. It kinda made sense. Noah was a billionaire, a powerful man who could choose any woman he wanted. If he wanted to stand out above those women, he would need to act appropriately. It just made sense.

Harvey softly bit his lip as the pair continued his walk, Noah’s words cycling endlessly in his mind. It just made sense.

❖

A week later, Noah led Harvey through the grand entrance of the Halliday Estate, the sprawling mansion alive with guests for Jack Halliday’s seventy-sixth birthday celebration. The Halliday and Wilding families shared close ties for generations, and Noah had never enjoyed these gatherings when his parents were still alive; he hated them even more now. The billionaire especially disliked Jack Halliday himself, a crude old man with too much influence who thought the world could bend itself to his whim. Still, appearances mattered in their circles, and Noah needed to show his face.

Harvey tottered nervously into the foyer, wearing a thigh-length pink sparkling dress that showed off his slight build to the maximum. A deep slit plunged to his navel, framing the generous cleavage from his breast forms in a way that threatened to spill them free. His long, wavy hair cascaded down his back, fresh from the salon session earlier that day. The stylist had expertly shaped his face with makeup, bold contours accentuating his features, under bright pink gloss that coated his huge, swollen lips. His long pink fingernails tapered to sharp points, glossy and dangerous, perfectly matching the feminized man’s outfit.

Noah glanced over with approval. “We only need to say hi to a few people, then we can slip out if you like.”

The pink-clad man nodded and forced a smile. Despite the gorgeous women scattered throughout the room in the most elegant, expensive gowns, the blonde felt all eyes fall on him from every direction. Men stared openly at his exposed skin and overinflated lips. The attention made his stomach twist, but he kept his posture confident as he knew his date preferred it that way.

They moved through the crowd, with Noah shaking hands with a couple of older gentlemen who offered polite nods and asked Harvey’s billionaire target what he’d been up to. The blonde stood silently beside his date as Noah fulfilled his obligations.

Soon, the wealthy man came face to face with Jack Halliday himself. The birthday man stood tall for his age and had a full head of silver hair, whilst looking sharp in a tailored gray tuxedo. Harvey could sense his date tense up as he saw the old man. Despite this, Noah extended his hand. “Happy birthday, Jack,” he said pleasantly.

Jack shook the hand firmly but paid no attention to the old family friend. His eyes fixed immediately on Harvey, his eyes raking over the pink dress and the plunging neckline with unabashed interest. “Yes, yes. Now, who is this exquisite creature?” he asked crudely.

Harvey felt a shudder run down his spine as the man stared openly at him. He felt slimy and self-entitled, and the blonde wanted nothing to do with him.

Noah placed a reassuring yet possessive hand on his date’s waist. “This is Hannah, my date.”

Harvey extended his hand without thinking. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said demurely. The words slipped out sweetly, catching even Harvey off guard. He had found himself acting more submissive since the last date, but it still shocked him how naturally it felt. It even worried him a little.

Jack grinned and took the offered hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly, a touch that made Harvey shudder again. “You have her trained well, Noah,” he said to the man.

Harvey felt offended by the insinuation. Is this how wealthy men talked about the women who accompanied them? The casual dismissal burned in the feminized man’s chest. However, a light giggle escaped his throat anyway, soft and submissive.

Noah agreed smoothly. “Yes, she is the perfect woman,” the man agreed.

The birthday boy slowly sized Harvey up and down. His eyes paused on the cleavage, and he rubbed his chin. “She definitely scrubs up well. Though she could use some bigger tits to fill out that dress properly. Those things are a travesty.”

Harvey gasped. He couldn’t believe how frank the man was being.

The old man leaned in closer as his eyes traveled up to the conman’s swollen lips. “I do love those lips, though. Look at their shape. Everybody knows exactly what lips like those are made for.”

The pink-clad blonde hated the interaction with every fiber of his being. The crude joke made his skin crawl, yet another giggle bubbled out of him despite the offense burning inside. It was important to giggle at a man’s jokes.

Noah nodded in agreement. “She is coming along nicely,” he said before placing his hand more firmly on his date’s waist. “It’s been good to see you, Jack. Maybe we will see you around later.”

The man pulled Harvey away gently and guided him further into the party. “Sorry about Jack,” he apologized quietly. “He can be a bit forward at times, but you acted perfectly.”

Despite his humiliation, the blonde felt a soft pulse of pleasure run down his body at the compliment. He forced another light laugh. “It’s okay, sir,” he cooed with respect. “He’s just being himself.”

They mingled briefly with a few more guests, Harvey staying close and playing the role. He giggled at jokes and agreed with the various compliments he received, the deferential behavior feeling more natural with each interaction.

Eventually, Noah paused near the edge of the crowd and nodded toward a woman from across the room. She stood on a suited man’s arm, her gown low-cut to show off her obviously fake breasts, large, round, and filled with plastic.

“You know,” Noah whispered as he leaned in close so only Harvey could hear. “Jack was right about one thing.”

Harvey followed Noah’s gaze and found the woman’s enhancements drawing open admiration from everyone around them. She was so unashamed in her beauty, and the conman needed to look away to stop his locked-up cock from punishing him again.

“Those breast forms you’ve been wearing are a little too small and obviously not real,” Noah said directly. “They are not too bad from afar, but they are way too obvious up close. I know Jack picked up on it. The perfect transwoman would unashamedly live her partner’s fantasy and get herself some big fake tits and a plump fake ass to show off those sexy outfits she’s always wearing.”

The blonde’s eyes widened. What the hell did Noah mean? Did he want Harvey to actually get implants? Those weren’t temporary, were they? He would never disfigure himself like that. Harvey was a proud man working a job, and Noah was a crazy old man if he thought Harvey would enhance himself for his partner.

However, as they walked through the room, Harvey thought more about it. The prize for success was huge, and he had committed too much to fail at the final hurdle. The man probably had less than 9 months left to live, and Harvey needed to be seen as the natural recipient of his fortune before it was too late. Implants can be removed, he was sure, and he would have all the money in the world to make it right. Getting implants at this stage just felt right.

Harvey nodded softly and giggled. “Okay,” he said sweetly. “I will do it, just for you.”

Noah smiled widely and condescendingly patted Harvey’s ass as they walked through the crowd. “That’s my girl.”

❖

Katy Phillips nursed a coffee in her usual coffee shop, waiting for her friend to walk through the door. She hadn’t seen Harvey in almost six months since she first told him about the reclusive billionaire who was on death’s door, and she wondered how the charming man was progressing. The dark-haired woman glanced down at her phone to check for messages, but there was nothing there.

The bell above the door chimed, drawing the woman’s attention. A sexy woman stepped inside, suddenly commanding every gaze in the room. Long platinum blonde hair fell in a tall ponytail, her dark roots visible at the part. Thin, dramatically arched eyebrows framed her smoky eyes that smoldered with sultry intent. Light pink blush dusted the blonde’s cheeks in a constant flush, giving her a permanently embarrassed appearance, and her huge lips glistened with wet-look pink gloss, shaped in a full cupid bow that seemed to take up half her face. It looked as though her lips had been drenched in liquid latex. Pink, plastic hoop earrings swayed as the woman moved, and a tight pink choker sat just behind an elegant necklace resting on her chest.

The bimbo’s body demanded attention. She wore a pink floral dress that ended at mid-thigh, with a window in the fabric exposing the massive cleavage from her obviously fake, round breasts that sat high and buoyantly on her chest. The material stretched taut around a big bubble butt, and Katy knew it was impossible for a woman to have that silhouette naturally without some cosmetic help. Pink plastic bangles clinked on the blonde’s wrists, and her long pink fingernails had a glittery finish at the tip. Thigh-high white stockings led down to pink five-inch stiletto patent pumps that forced an exaggerated sway into her walk.

Katy’s eyes widened when the blonde woman caught her eye and began tottering over to her table. No. No way. It couldn’t be. As the busty woman approached, Katy noticed the familiarity in her blue eyes. She couldn’t believe it. “Harvey?” she asked in disbelief.

The blonde sat across from her and adjusted the dress over his thighs. “Yes, but call me Hannah for now,” he said quietly. “It helps me stay in character?”

The brunette set her cup down and stared at her conman friend. What the hell had he done to himself? “In character? You look like a kinky pervert’s walking wet dream. You did all of this in six months?” She paused momentarily. “Those breasts look real. Well, super fake, but real. And those lips? Harvey, they’re enormous. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Harvey shifted in his seat and glanced around the cafe, conscious of the lingering stares around him. “I’m fine,” he replied, even as his high-pitched tone carried an edge of discomfort. “It took some work, but Noah is completely hooked now. I think the proposal will come any day now.”

Katy took a sip of her drink and softly bit her lower lip. “But look at you? Are you sure that’s all reversible? Did you actually get implants? That’s wild!”

Harvey looked down at his chest again, the massive fake breasts rising and falling with his breath. He felt the weight of them every time he moved, a constant reminder of how far he had gone. “They’re implants,” he admitted quietly. “But they’re removable. Once the money comes through, I’ll have the surgeons fix everything. It’s all part of my plan.”

His friend leaned forward and spoke, her voice dropping with genuine worry. “Harvey, don’t you think that’s too much?” she asked. “Look at you. I don’t think you can reverse all of this so easily. You look like an actual Barbie doll.”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed. He had been told that line a million times before since he received the implants, and he was tired of it. But he knew he had to keep going. “Don’t worry about me,” he assured his friend. “Noah’s obsessed now. He has a kink for a particular type of transwoman, and he thinks I’m his perfect girl. That money is mine.”

Katy paused and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “It does make sense, I guess. I did hear the old man had a freaky obsession with bimbos,” she said. “I’m kinda surprised he doesn’t have you talking like some ditzy teenage valley girl to match the look. That’s the kind of girl he enjoys, from what I’ve heard.”

Harvey scoffed and shook his ponytailed head. That sounded horrible, he thought to himself. He didn’t care how he looked. He wasn’t going to humiliate himself by sounding like some dumb blonde. No damn way!

However, as he considered his friend’s statement, it did make sense. The way Noah wanted him to dress, to look, how he wanted him to act submissive in public, it all pointed to a specific archetype. It made sense that Noah would prefer the dialect, too. How pleased would the wealthy man be if Harvey started talking about how he wanted, without any suggestion from the man himself? A smile spread across the blonde’s huge lips. It made sense.

As Harvey was lost in thought, Katy finished her drink before placing a hand on her bimbofied friend, squeezing gently. “Be careful, okay?” she told him. “And don’t be a stranger.”

The brunette stood up and left the coffee shop, leaving the scantily-clad busty blonde alone at the table with the new idea settling in his mind.

❖

A high-pitched giggle burst from Harvey’s painted lips, bright and uncontrollable after the off-color punchline Noah had delivered about a blonde and a locked door. Harvey had found these constant tasteless jokes to be old and tired, but he seemed to give them the same enthusiastic chuckle as he did when he heard the very first. He couldn’t seem to stop himself anymore.

The familiar rooftop restaurant spread around the pair once more, the same place where their first real date had unfolded months earlier. The city lights glittered far below the open terrace, as the waiters moved discreetly and professionally between the tables.

Harvey shifted in his seat, the hot-pink micro-mini dress riding higher on his thighs. The fabric stretched tight across his big, fake breasts, the cut of the neckline resting perfectly to show off both the blonde’s upper and lower cleavage, presenting his assets to the world. Clear platform heels lifted him seven inches taller and forced him to carefully totter around whenever he stood. They were far taller than he would have ever dared choose himself, but Noah had picked this outfit, and he couldn’t risk offending the man when he was this close.

Extreme makeup transformed the blonde’s face, heavy contouring sharpening his cheeks, false lashes framing his eyes seductively, and layers of glossy pink lipstick coated his enormous lips until they shone invitingly. Long blonde waves cascaded over his shoulders, framing the heirloom necklace that rested against his skin.

Noah leaned back with a satisfied grin, his eyes roaming freely over the display. “You find the dirtiest jokes hilarious, don’t you, Hannah?”

The blonde twirled a strand of hair around one glitter-tipped finger and let out another bubbly laugh. “Oh my gawd, yes! That one was, like, totally gross but super funny. You’re so bad.” Harvey internally winced at how he spoke. Whilst it had become easier than the first time he tried it, he never found it any less humiliating.

The billionaire reached across the table and traced a fingertip along Harvey’s exposed thigh, the touch bold enough to make nearby diners glance away politely. “I love hearing you laugh like that,” he told his date. “It makes those huge fake tits of yours bounce in the most delicious way.”

Harvey shuddered inside at the older man’s words. The way Noah had spoken to him had been noticeably different over the last few weeks. He treated Harvey less like a romantic equal and more like a dumb slut he was infatuated with. The blonde covered his disgust with another high giggle and a playful swat at Noah’s hand. “You’re, like, always noticing my boobs,” he said playfully. “They’re super big now, huh? And I did it all for you.”

Noah’s gaze dropped openly to the deep valley between those round implants, and he dropped his voice lower. “They’re perfect, doll. So round and high, spilling out of that tiny dress like they can’t wait to be freed,” the wealthy man licked his lips. “Every man here is staring at you, and they all know you belong to me. You love belonging to me, don’t you?”

The conman tilted his head and flashed a wide smile that made his obscenely huge lips part seductively. “Oh my gawd, totally!” he squeaked out. “I, like, love being yours. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

Noah squeezed his date's thigh as he paused to allow the waitress passing to deliver the desserts. He flashes a smile at the server before turning his attention back to the blonde sitting opposite him. “Good girl,” he said condescendingly. “And that plump ass you got for me. It looks incredible from every angle. I can’t wait to get my hands on it later.”

Harvey felt a humiliated flush crawl up his neck. The man was getting pushier and pushier by the day. The blonde wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold the wealthy man off. “Easy, tiger,” he said playfully. “You know I, like, won’t do any naughty stuff until I’m married. I’m totally traditional like that.” The idea of someone looking like him saving himself for marriage seemed absurd, but it had done enough to keep Noah at bay.

The wealthy man forked a bite of the rich chocolate torte and held it towards Harvey’s mouth, his eyes locked on those glossy lips. “Open up, doll,” he said commandingly. “Let me feed you.”

The blonde parted his lips obediently and accepted the bite, the sweetness exploding on his tongue while Noah watched every chew.

“That’s my girl,” Noah grinned. “Those swollen lips of yours wrap around everything so perfectly. I dream about them constantly.”

Harvey swallowed and giggled again, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin. “You’re like, so obsessed with my lips. But I love it. They’re super pouty now, right? All big and kissable.”

The suited man set his fork down and leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a sleazy murmur. “Big and perfect for so much more than kissing, doll. Although I think we could make them even bigger. You’ve turned into exactly what I thought you were capable of—a brainless little bimbo who lives to please her man.”

The conman batted his false lashes and let the words wash over him with another breathy laugh. “Oh my gawd, you say the naughtiest things!” he giggled. “But, like, bigger lips would be super fun. I totally wanna be your perfect girl.” Bigger lips? He certainly didn’t want that; they already looked comically obscene. But the old man would be dead soon, so what did it really matter?

Noah fed him another bit, his thumb brushing the corner of those glossy lips on purpose. “You already are my perfect girl,” he replied. “Submissive and empty-headed, built for pleasure. I love how you giggle at everything I say, no matter how filthy.”

Harvey accepted the chocolate and chewed slowly, forcing another laugh. “That’s because you’re, like, so funny and smart. Everything you say is amazing.” He hated how dumb and helpless he sounded. He sounded like the kind of woman he would try to trick into having sex with back when his cock wasn’t permanently caged.

The billionaire set the fork aside and signaled for the check, although his eyes never left Harvey’s body. “Dessert is done, doll, but the night isn’t. There is something important I need to ask you.”

The conman tilted his head. After everything he had gone through to get to this point, any question Noah asked him made him nervous. What did the old man want this time? “Oh?” he said sweetly. “Like, what is it?”

Noah pushed back his chair and stood. He walked around the table with slow purpose, drawing quiet attention from the scattered couples nearby. Harvey raised a thinly arched eyebrow. What was the man doing? Then, suddenly, the man lowered himself to one knee right beside his enhanced date, pulling a small velvet box from inside his jacket.

Harvey stared down at the rich man, his heart pounding hard enough to make those heavy implants shift with each beat. His moment hit like the final payoff he had chased for months. It was all coming together.

The older man opened the box to reveal a diamond ring so large it demanded every eye on the terrace. “Hannah, you have become the woman I always dreamed of having by my side. Since I accidentally stepped into you all those months ago, I have become infatuated with you. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?”

The blonde froze for a long moment, his glossy lips parted in silence while he stared at the ring. Inside, calculations raced through his mind. He needed to play this perfectly. He needed to keep the old man hooked without seeming too eager. The pause stretched long enough for Noah’s confident smile to falter, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face as he knelt there under the watchful eyes of strangers.

Noah shifted slightly on his knees, his voice softening with a hint of nervousness. “Hannah?” he asked.

Harvey finally broke into a wide, breathless smile and let out an excited squeal that echoed off the rooftop. “Oh my gawd, yes! Yes, a million times yes! I, like, can’t believe this is happening!”

Relief flooded Noah’s features as he slid the massive ring onto Harvey’s fingers, the diamond weighing heavily against the appendage. The billionaire stood and pulled the blonde into his arms for a deep kiss, one hand pressing against the small of Harvey’s back while the other cupped a fake breast through the thin dress fabric.

Applause erupted from the nearby tables as the fellow customers congratulated the newly engaged couple. A waiter headed over and placed a complimentary bottle of champagne on their table. Eventually, Harvey pulled back from the kiss, giggling through the excitement while he admired the ring sparkling on his hand. “This is, like, the most beautiful thing ever! I’m gonna be your wife!”

Noah held his new fiancée close, whispering hot against his ear. “My perfect bimbo bride. You’ve made me the luckiest man alive.”

Inside, Harvey gloated fiercely. The marriage was locked in, the legal path to billions opening up to him, and the dying man’s fortune almost within reach. All the humiliation, the surgeries, the endless pretending, it had all led to this triumphant night. Soon, the old bastard would keel over, and everything would finally pay off.

❖

Harvey stared at his reflection with a blank, horrified expression while he sat motionless in the bridal preparation room of the grand church. The reflection in the mirror looked like a caricature designed for a teenage boy’s fantasy, and the latest alteration made everything worse.

Noah had followed through on his casual suggestion from that rooftop dinner where the blonde had accepted his proposal. He booked another appointment and pushed for even more filler, turning Harvey’s lips into thick, meaty cushions that jutted forward in an exaggerated permanent pout. They felt heavy and unnatural, and Harvey could not close them completely without deliberate effort, leaving his mouth in a soft, perpetual part that invited stares.

Harvey’s friend, Katy, stood nearby in her light pink maid-of-honor dress, watching her bimbofied friend stare back at himself.

The blonde turned his head slowly and glanced at his friend. “Is this outfit, like, a bit too much?” he asked in his high, bubbly voice. “It feels like super revealing for a wedding, you know?”

Katy placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and met his eyes in the mirror. “It’s exactly what your future husband wanted, Hannah. So it has to be perfect. At least, that’s what you told me.”

Harvey paused for a second, then giggled softly as the words sank in. “Oh yeah, I did say that. I totally wanna look perfect for him on our big day.” The way he blindly accepted it unnerved Harvey. Something felt extremely off. He knew he needed to marry the old man and wait for him to die before he could claim his reward, but why was he naturally talking like a valley girl even when his target wasn’t around? Why did he act this way?

The all-white bridal outfit pushed every boundary of decency into pure fetish territory. A tiny corset top in shiny latex cinched his waist impossibly tight, forcing his huge, fake breasts upward until they spilled over the edge in heavy, round globes barely contained inside their cups. The bottom half consisted of a tight latex skirt that ended just below his plump fake ass, with deliberate cutouts across the back exposing both fat asscheeks completely to the open air. Tiny silver padlocks secured every seam and zipper, gleaming against the white material—one at the corset laces, another at the skirt waistband, and more on the extreme white ballet heels that locked his feet in pointed en-pointe position with no way to remove them alone. Sheer white stockings rose to garter clips under the skirt, and a transparent veil attached to a headband framed by his long, platinum waves. The heirloom necklace he was gifted on that first date nestled deep in his exposed cleavage, the only familiar piece amid the kinky ensemble.

A makeup artist returned to Harvey’s stool with her kit. “I just have to make a few adjustments,” she said. “Mr. Wilding’s orders.”

The artist dipped a brush into a pot of crystal pink gloss and leaned in close. She applied another thick layer over Harvey’s already swollen lips, the cool substance spreading until they gleamed in a wet sheen. She worked carefully, building the shine until those meaty cushions looked even more inviting.

Harvey sat still while she finished, then watched as the woman produced a small bottle of sealant. She sprayed a fine mist over his mouth, the product setting quickly to lock everything in place.

“This will keep the gloss perfect all day,” she explained with a knowing smile. “It won’t run or smudge no matter what. Mr. Wilding was very specific; he wanted your mouth to be usable all night.” The artist grinned at her final comment.

The bride rolled his eyes at the crude implication, even as an automatic giggle bubbled out of him. “Oh my gawd, that’s, like, so naughty of him,” he said, the words tumbling out in his excited, high-pitched tone.

The makeup artist packed her kit with a satisfied nod and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Katy approached her friend from behind, her reflection joining Harvey’s in the mirror as she studied the over-the-top bridal look. “Are you ready, Hannah?” she asked quietly. The new name Harvey insisted on being called still sounded strange coming from the brunette’s lips.

Harvey sighed as he stared at his huge, fat lips one more time. He nodded slowly.

Katy nodded in return, her expression unreadable for a moment. “Your future husband approached me before I headed in here,” she explained. “Apparently, I have one final duty as maid of honor before I send you out there.”

The bride raised a thinly arched eyebrow in confusion as he started to turn his head toward his friend. However, before his head could twist, he felt something push tightly up against his lips, building pressure until his mouth was forced to open, pushing whatever it was inside.

Before Harvey could question what was going on, Katy was already strapping the wide O-ring gag around his neck, buckling it up before slipping the final open padlock in the clasp, keeping it in place. The thick ring held his jaw apart, those meaty lips stretched obscenely around the unyielding circle to complete the fetishized look.

The blonde’s eyes widened in shock as his hands flew up to his mouth, his fingers tugging uselessly at the locked strap. Why the hell had she gagged him? He couldn’t go out there looking like this.

Katy stepped back and admired the addition. “Sorry, hon,” she said. “You told me you wanted to please your man, and this is what he wanted.”

Harvey garbled out an unintelligible response as his friend helped him stand, steadying him as the ballet heels forced his weight onto pointed toes and made his exposed asscheeks jiggle with each shift.

The brunette maid of honor linked arms with him and guided the bride toward the door. “The music’s starting, hon,” she whispered. “Time to become Mrs. Wilding.”

Katy positioned Harvey just outside the main doors, adjusting his posture until he balanced precariously on those locked ballet heels. She reached up and lowered the transparent veil over his face, the thin material doing nothing to hide the gag or his stretched lips.

She gave her friend’s arm one last squeeze. “You look great,” she said softly. “Give ‘em hell.”

The maid of honor released the bride and slipped inside the church to find her seat among the guests, leaving Harvey alone in the corridor.

The organ music swelled dramatically, and the double doors opened to signal the blonde’s entrance. Harvey took a shaky step toward on his painfully pointed toes, the extreme heels making every movement a struggle as he wobbled through the doors and into the aisle.

The packed church turned as one to watch him, the faces registering shock at the sight of the bride in full fetish display. Whispers rippled through the pews while eyes widened at the exposed asscheeks jiggling as she tottered by.

Humiliation ran through Harvey’s veins as he struggled down the long aisle, forced to take tiny, mincing steps to keep balance, as if he was enjoying being shown off and on display. He caught the mixtures of reactions—older women frowning in clear disapproval, men staring with open lust at his bare curves, younger guests exchanging stunned glances.

One woman near the middle row visibly reached over and shielded her teenage son’s eyes just as the bride passed, turning the boy’s head away from the obscene bridal display.

Harvey’s cheeks flushed hot under the heavy makeup, drool already threatening at the corners of his gagged mouth while he focused on not falling. The padlocks clicked softly with movement, drawing even more attention to his locked state.

Finally, he reached the front. Noah stood waiting at the altar in a tweed green suit that somehow looked both eccentric and commanding for a man who supposedly hated the limelight, his grin wide as he took in his bride’s appearance.

The priest signaled subtly, and the organ music faded into silence.

The billionaire stepped forward affectionately, cupping Harvey’s chin with one hand to tilt his face upward. He slowly lifted the veil, folding it back over the headband.

Then, with deliberate care, Noah reached up to the side of Harvey’s mouth and pried the gag out with his fingers, pulling it taut as he forced it from the bride’s stretched lips and lowered it until it hung loosely around his neck like a perverse necklace alongside the heirloom piece.

The priest cleared his throat and began the service in a measured tone, his voice carrying through the hushed church.

“We are gathered here today in the sight of family and friends to celebrate the union of Mr. Noah Wilding and Miss Hannah Kline,” he started. “Marriage is a sacred bond, a promise to support and cherish one another through all the joys and challenges life may bring. It is a commitment built on love, trust, and mutual respect. Today, these two souls come together to pledge their lives to each other, to build a future filled with shared dreams and enduring devotion.” The priest paused momentarily. “We witness their vows not only as a celebration of their love but as a testament to the strength they find in one another. Let us remember that marriage requires patience, kindness, and unwavering dedication, qualities that will guide Noah and Hannah through all the years ahead.”

The holy man continued at length, speaking of the beauty of partnership and the divine blessing upon those who choose to walk life’s path together, his words filling the church while the guests shifted in their seats at the appearance of the bride before them.

Harvey stood frozen beside Noah, desperately trying not to roll his eyes at the lengthy sermon. He had expected a quick ceremony, not this drawn-out monologue that gave everyone more time to gawk at his exposed body.

At last, the priest paused and smiled benevolently at the couple. “Noah and Hannah have chosen to write their own vows, which they will now share in front of all these witnesses.”

The bride’s eyes narrowed sharply. He had prepared nothing, and no one had mentioned custom vows to him. Panic flickered inside him as he glanced at Noah, catching the knowing smile that curved the older man’s lips. He had something up his sleeve.

The billionaire reached into his jacket pocket and unfolded a crisp sheet of paper. He lowered his eyes across his notes as he began to recite the vows.

“Hannah, from the moment you stumbled into my life—quite literally—you captured my heart. You are the embodiment of everything I desire: beautiful, devoted, and unashamedly feminine in every way. I promise to cherish you, to guide you, and to provide for you always. You complete me in ways I never imagined possible, and I vow to keep you as my perfect companion for the rest of our days.”

The guests murmured appreciatively as Noah finished, folding the paper with satisfaction before placing it back in his pocket. As everyone turned their attention to a stunned Harvey, the billionaire produced a second sheet and handed it to his bride, his grin widening.

Harvey looked down at the words scrawled in clear print, and his stomach twisted as he read them. The vows were written in his own ridiculous bimbo dialect, as if to mock him, each line more degrading than the last. Surely Noah couldn’t expect him to read this aloud in front of everyone.

He glanced back up, meeting the groom’s expectant stare and that unwavering grin. The blonde trembled with barely contained fury. He had endured too much to let his pride sabotage everything now. It was clear Noah wanted him to recite the words, and falling at the final hurdle just wasn’t an option now.

Harvey drew a shaky breath and began to speak in his high, bubbly voice, reciting the words from the page despite the rage burning inside.

“Oh my gawd, Noah, you’re, like, the most amazing man ever. I promise to be your super obedient bimbo wife and do whatever you want, whenever you want it. I love having these huge fake titties and this plump, juicy ass everyone can see just for you to play with. My big pouty lips are totally for pleasing you all day and night. I’ll giggle at all your jokes and act all dumb and horny because that’s what good girls do. I vow to stay locked up down there forever so I can focus on making you happy. You’re my big, strong daddy, and I’m your silly little doll. I can’t wait to serve you every single day.”

Silence fell for a beat after the last word as the color drained from Harvey’s face, or at least it would have if he weren’t made up so expertly. That rich bastard had made Harvey degrade himself in front of over 100 people for his own sick pleasure. Harvey couldn’t wait for that old man to die, he thought to himself.

The priest nodded and proceeded quickly to the rings, the exchange passing in a blur while the bride’s mind reeled from the public degradation.

Finally, the priest announced them husband and wife.

Noah pulled Harvey close without hesitation, one hand gripping the exposed curve of a fake asscheek while he claimed a deep, possessive kiss. Harvey responded on instinct, his big lips parting under the pressure as the church erupted in applause and cheers.

The couple turned to face the guests, Noah’s arm tight around his wife’s cinched waist while rice showered down. The newlyweds started back down the aisle amid thunderous ovation, Harvey mincing carefully on his heels with his bare ass on full display.

Inside, Harvey mentally hung on to his triumph. He had succeeded. The marriage was now sealed, and the inheritance was now his. The old man would drop dead soon enough, and all this nightmare would end in riches.

❖

The door to the lavish New York hotel suite burst open with a forceful kick, Noah striding through while he carried Harvey across the threshold in a traditional bridal hold. The billionaire laughed triumphantly as he crossed the threshold in three long steps before tossing his new bride onto the enormous king bed.

Harvey landed with a bounce among the plush pillows, his locked heels kicking up briefly as the short latex skirt rode higher on his thighs. His exposed asscheeks pressed against the cool sheets, and the gag still hung loosely around his neck from the ceremony.

Noah kicked the door shut behind them and turned with excitement lighting his face. “I have a surprise for you, my perfect wife,” he said dramatically. “I booked us an extended honeymoon in Bali. Our flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.”

The bride pushed up on his elbows, his heavy fake breasts shifting with the motion while fake excitement bubbled out in his high voice. “Oh my gawd, Bali?” he exclaimed. “That’s, like, totally amazing! I can’t wait to be on a beach with you!”

The older man moved to a side table where an ice bucket waited with chilled champagne and two crystal flutes ready. He popped the cork smoothly and poured the golden liquid, bubbles rising fast in each glass.

Harvey sat on the edge of the large bed, his stockinged legs dangling while the locked heels kept his toes pointed. Noah handed him a flute, the stem cool against his manicured fingers. “To our future together, Mrs. Wilding,” he grinned, raising a glass and clinking it against his new wife’s own.

The blonde took a delicate sip, the bubbles tingling across his tongue while he tilted his head with a practiced, playful smile. “I, like, love the sound of that,” he cooed. “It sounds, like, super romantic.”

Noah drank deeply from his own flask, his eyes raking over the latex-wrapped body with open possession. “You know what’s romantic?” he asked rhetorically. “A bride who knows how to laugh at her man’s jokes.”

He leaned in closer, his voice an inch away from his wife’s ear. “Why do dumb blondes make terrible secretaries?” he asked before pausing. “Because they’re always on their knees taking dick-tation.”

The busty blonde instantly burst into high-pitched giggles, finding it impossible not to laugh at his new husband’s jokes. The sound was automatic and bright despite the internal cringe bubbling up inside the feminized man. “Oh my, that’s like, so bad! But totally funny.”

The billionaire grinned and set his glass aside before pulling out a small ring of silver keys from his pocket, dangling them with a wicked smile. “You’ve been such a good girl all day,” he said condescendingly. “I think it’s time to free my beautiful bride from that delicious outfit.”

The man started with the gag hanging around Harvey’s neck, unlocking the padlock and unbuckling the strap fully, and letting it fall to the floor.

Next came the ballet heels. Noah knelt at the bedside, lifting one stockinged foot at a time, inserting his keys into the tiny padlocks until they clicked open. He slowly slid each shoe off, his fingers trailing along the pointed arch and massaging the strained muscles as the feel emerged.

The blonde flexed his freed toes, a mix of relief and vulnerability washing over him while the groom worked.

The billionaire moved to the skirt, unlocking the waistband padlocks one by one before peeling the tight latex down over Harvey’s jiggling fake asscheeks, exposing his caged cock fully as the material fell to the floor.

Noah grinned as he saw the confining flat cage, running his hand along it, prompting Harvey to twitch involuntarily. He teasingly placed a key near the lock that had kept him locked away for months on end, but he then moved his hand away. “I don’t think you’ve been good enough for that thing to be free,” he teased with a chuckle.

Noah turned his attention to the corset, his keys turning in each lock until the laces became visible, allowing the man to loosen the confining piece. The wealthy man tugged the shiny top away gradually, letting those heavy, round tits spill free, his hard nipples peaking in the open air.

Harvey lay back naked now except for the sheer white stockings and garters, the chastity cage still denying any arousal between his thighs, and the latex choker and heirloom necklace continued to wrap around his neck.

The groom then focused on his own outfit. He shrugged off his jacket and let it drop to the floor before loosening his tie and pulling it free. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad chest with a slight pudgy mound from the belly of a man who was letting age start to get the better of him. The garments joined the pile as he stood in just his pants, his arousal already evident.

The older man took Harvey’s champagne flute from the blonde’s manicured fingers and set both glasses back on the table. Then he pushed forward, falling onto the bed and covering the smaller body completely, his weight pinning his bride down while his strong hands kneaded those massive fake tits roughly.

Noah’s fingers pinched the hard nipples, twisting them until Harvey gasped in a mewling tone. The billionaire’s mouth claimed the blonde’s in a passionate kiss, his tongue forcing past those meaty lips to plunder deep down Harvey’s throat while his hips ground down against the caged crotch.

Harvey moaned softly into the kiss, his body responding despite the revulsion twisting in his gut. He had been affectionate with Noah before, but every occasion felt disgusting and nauseating. He just couldn’t get used to it. The silver-haired man’s tongue dominated, while his rough palms squeezed the blonde’s fake breasts hard enough to elicit another whine.

The groom broke the air for a kiss, trailing his wet lips down Harvey’s neck toward the necklace.

The blonde seized the brief pause to speak, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Noah, since we’re, like, married and stuff now,” he said, his dumb dialect grating on his nerves. “Maybe it’s time to be totally honest with each other,” he said between lingering kisses.

Noah paused, raising an eyebrow as he hovered above. “Oh?” he asked quizzically. “What do you want to tell me, doll?”

Harvey giggled lightly as he batted his long, dark eyelashes. “I don’t mean me, silly,” he said sweetly. “I was, like, talking about you.”

The older man looked visibly confused for a moment. “Me?”

The naked bride nodded eagerly, his meaty lips parting in that permanent pout as he traced a long pink nail along Noah’s chest. “Yup. Like, you don’t have to protect me from it anymore,” he cooed. “I can, like, totally take it.”

The gray-haired man’s confusion deepened, his brow furrowing while he propped himself up on one elbow. “Protect you from what, doll?”

Harvey let out a soft, automatic giggle. “I, like, already heard about your terminal illness,” he said, his voice high and concerned. “That’s totally so awful, baby. Is there, like, anything more the doctors can do?”

Noah raised an eyebrow again, before chuckling a low and rich sound that vibrated against Harvey’s bare skin. “Terminally ill?” he asked humorously. “Where did you hear that?”

The man cupped Harvey’s chin gently, his thumb brushing those glossy cushions before leaning in for another deep kiss. “Don’t worry your pretty little head,” he murmured against the swollen lips. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I may be getting older, but I’ve got another thirty years left in me easy. I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

Harvey’s eyes widened in abject horror. That couldn’t be right. Katy’s information had always been rock solid, and this couldn’t have been any different, she swore on it. His whole con rested on the man’s health.

“Are you, like, totally sure?” the blonde asked, the words coming out breathy and worried even though the worry was aimed at himself.

Noah kissed his new bride again, his tongue sliding between those shocked parted pillows. “I’m certain,” he said. “I had a routine appointment last week, and the doctor said he’d never known a 57-year-old so fit. You have nothing to worry about.”

The wealthy man squeezed one of his wife’s heavy fake breasts hard, rolling the nipple between his fingers until Harvey whimpered into the kiss. The older man pulled back with a satisfied smirk. “Hold that thought, babe. I need the restroom quickly.”

Harvey nodded automatically, watching Noah roll off the bed and disappear through the side door.

The second it clicked shut, panic materialized across Harvey’s face. This couldn’t be right. He didn’t do all of this to himself to marry a perfectly healthy man. That bastard had to be playing tricks on him. However, Harvey knew from the look in the man’s eyes that he was telling the truth. He was as fit as a fiddle, and all of this had been for nothing.

Making a quick decision, the busty blonde scrambled off the mattress in frantic silence and snatched the discarded latex corset and skirt from the floor. He clutched them against his naked chest and hurried toward the suite door on his stockinged feet. He didn’t want to be seen like this in public, but he didn’t have time to get dressed before the damn old man would emerge from the restroom. Freedom waited outside. He could change later, vanish, and do whatever he could to reverse this horrific transformation.

His manicured hand turned the handle, the door cracking open in the quiet hallway.

However, before he could step out, the bride heard Noah’s voice call out casually from the bathroom doorway. “You know,” the old man said. “My perfect woman would always satisfy me sexually whenever I want, however I want, and I’d love a sloppy blowjob from my new bride right now.”

Harvey felt sick and disturbed. That gross son of a bitch! There was no way in hell he would put that man’s cock in his mouth, or any man’s cock for that matter. No fucking way.

And yet, as sure as he was in his resolve, a new thought entered the blonde’s mind. It was a good idea for a bride to keep her husband sexually satisfied. A bride should please her man however and whenever he wants. That just made sense.

Harvey knew something was terribly wrong, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. He was married to Noah, and it was his job to keep the man satisfied. He couldn’t skip out on his duties. Against his better judgment, the blonde closed the door softly before dropping his clothes back to the floor and approaching Noah, who now sat on the edge of the bed with his pants open and his cock hard and exposed.

The blonde walked up to his husband with slow, seductive steps, the sheer stockings whispering against his skin while his breasts bounced freely. He dropped to his knees between Noah’s spread thighs, the carpet soft under his skin as those big lips parted in anticipation.

His manicured hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft with a gentle grip. Harvey began stroking the man’s member slowly at first, the skin warm and veined under his palm as he pumped up and down in a steady rhythm. Precum instantly beaded at the tip, slicking his strokes while Noah groaned in approval.

Repulsion twisted deep in Harvey’s gut. He hated the thought of touching another man like this, and hated the feeling of hard flesh throbbing in his hand while his own cock was locked away uselessly. No matter what he thought internally, his body seemed to move on its own, speeding up the strokes and twisting lightly at the head to spread the slick fluid. The action disgusted the blonde. There was no way he was tasting that!

Noah watched with hungry eyes before one hand rested on Harvey’s platinum-haired head. He gently guided his wife’s head toward the waiting shaft.

Harvey opened his mouth wide without hesitation, those thick, glossy lips stretching around the swollen head as he took Noah deep inside. The taste of salty precum flooded the blonde’s tongue immediately, prompting him to stifle a gag reflex, before he swirled the tip eagerly, sucking hard while his cheeks hollowed.

A perfect wife pleases her husband like this. It was natural, right, exciting even. Harvey’s head bobbed forward, taking more length until the cock bumped the back of his throat, gagging him slightly but not stopping the rhythm.

The naked blonde worked with lewd enthusiasm, his tongue pressed flat along the underside of the dick as he pulled it back to the tip before plunging down again, his throat relaxing to swallow deeper. Wet smacking sounds filled the room, mixed with Noah’s low groans and the occasional gag when Harvey pushed himself too far.

The busty feminized man’s free hand cupped his husband’s heavy balls, rolling them gently while he sucked like a starving slut, spit coating everything in a shiny mess. His overfilled lips stretched obscenely, his gloss staying perfect along the surface just as the sealant had promised.

Something gnawed at the back of Harvey’s mind. This was wrong. This was twisted and gross. He would never suck another man’s cock, until the compulsion drowned it out. This was what wives did. This was perfect.

Noah’s fingers threaded lovingly through his bride’s platinum strands, stroking with affection while his hips rocked gently into the warm mouth.

“That necklace around your neck has been in my family for generations, Harvey,” the older man said calmly, using Harvey’s real name for the first time. The sound of his masculine name prompted the cocksucking blonde to raise an eyebrow in alarm. “But it’s far more special than a simple heirloom. It carries special suggestive properties. It eventually makes the wearer open to ideas and molds their behaviors gradually over time.”

Harvey tried to pull back at hearing his real name, a muffled protest vibrating around the cock. “Mmmph—nooo—thmmph’s nmmph trmmph!”

However, Noah’s hand held the blonde in place. The billionaire chuckled at his bride’s attempted garbled speech as he thrusted deeper to silence the muffled words. “You’ve become my perfect bimbo wife because of the necklace. Every suggestion I made took root, and you happily accepted each one.”

Harvey’s eyes watered harder, muffled cries escaping around the thrusting cock as he tried to speak again. “Plmmph stmmph—lmmph mmph gmmph!”

The wealthy man revealed more while his bride continued to suck his cock despite the protests. “I’ve known about you for years, Harvey,” he said with a sadistic grin. “I’ve known about you ever since you scammed my mother out of her priceless jewelry set months before she died. I was furious, and planned to have you put away for a long time, but after some thought, I figured you deserved a far more fitting punishment.”

Noah’s hand stroked Harvey’s long hair in slow, condescending circles, the touch almost tender while his cock slid deeper between those stretched fake lips. “It was a happy coincidence when I found you were good friends with my niece, Katy,” he chuckled, looking down at the wide open eyes of his bimbo bride.

Harvey garbled another protest at the sound of his friend’s name, the vibration humming along Noah’s shaft. “Kmmph—Kmmty? Whmmph hmmph shmmph dmmph?”

The silver-haired man thrust a little harder to quiet the muffled question, grinning wider. “Katy actually did have genuine feelings for you once, doll, but she detested your predatory tactics on vulnerable people,” Noah said. “She needed to put things right if she ever wanted a share of my fortune. So she jumped at the chance to help me trap you.” The man grinned menacingly. “It’s amazing what decisions money can lead people to make, isn’t it, Hannah?”

The bimbo’s muffled screams grew desperate around the invading cock, spit bubbling at the corners of his stretched lips while he tried to shake his head. The revelations crashed over him like waves, but his mouth stayed busy, sucking harder on instinct, his tongue lapping greedily at the underside as his husband’s thrusts picked up the pace.

The billionaire groaned louder, his fingers tightening around the blonde’s platinum hair. “Katy fabricated the terminal illness story because she knew you couldn’t resist a jackpot payout that large, and I guess she was right,” he chuckled. “Once the necklace was around your neck, its hypnotic power did the rest.”

Harvey thrashed weakly as another garbled wail vibrated along the cock. mmph—Kmmty nmmph—stmmph thmmph!” However, the words dissolved into wet slurps as Noah fucked the throat deeper.

The older man’s hips bucked faster, his balls tighening while he watched those meaty cushions stretch obscenely around his girth. “That’s it, doll. Take it all.”

Noah’s hips jerked forward one final time, burying himself balls-deep in Harvey’s throat as the orgasm hit. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight down the blonde’s gullet, flooding his mouth with salty bitterness while Noah held him pinned in place.

“Swallow it all,” the wealthy man growled through gritted teeth. “Don’t spill a single drop, my perfect wife.”

Harvey’s throat worked frantically, gulping down every spurt while the disgusting load coated his tongue and slid down into his stomach. Revulsion churned inside of him. The taste was foul, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing obediently, taking each strand as the last pulse ebbed.

Noah kept his softening cock buried between his bride’s huge lips for a long moment, savoring the warmth while he caught his breath. “That was fantastic, doll. Here’s to a long, fruitful marriage,” he grinned down at the busty blonde. “Ohh, yeah. A perfect wife always thanks her husband for feeding her his seed,” he added calmly, his voice mocking.

The bride swallowed the final remnants of cum, the sticky residue clinging to his throat as Noah slowly withdrew. The spent cock slipped free with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum bridging from tip to glossy lips.

Noah looked down at his wife expectantly, one eyebrow raised. “Well, doll,” he said. “Do you have anything to say?”

Harvey licked his swollen lips clean without thinking, the taste lingering thick and bitter on his tongue while his body stayed kneeling obediently between his husband’s thighs.

The words that escaped his sex doll lips came out automatically in a high, bubbly tone, sweet and grateful despite the horror screaming inside of him. “Thank you so much for feeding me your yummy cum, daddy. It was, like, super delicious.”

The blonde’s eyes widened the instant the sentence left his mouth. He had not meant to say that. He had not wanted to say that. The gratitude felt forced from somewhere deep, overriding every ounce of disgust.

Noah threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and mocking while he patted Harvey’s cheek condescendingly. “That’s my girl.”

The full weight crashed over Harvey in that moment—the necklace’s power, Katy’s betrayal, the decades ahead trapped in this body and mind, married to a man who had orchestrated every step. No inheritance coming. No escape possible. The surgeries irreversible. The bimbo behaviors permanent. The compulsion unbreakable.

He was Noah’s perfect bimbo wife forever, and there was nothing the former conman could do about it.

He had been hustled.

The End.