DECISION MAKER

 DECISION MAKER


"Morning you flat-chested little loser. I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm the fucking bitch your weak-ass ginger boyfriend brings out when he has a difficult decision to make.

He's too much of a pussy to make tough choices, so he drinks the Elixir and turns into me. I call ALL the shots in his relationships.

He's been thinking of dumping you for a while - but needs me to make the final decision. Of course whether or not I ditch your scrawny ass depends on a few factors.

You see I actually have a taste for submissive little sluts and I love it when they call me Mommy and worship my bigger, superior tits.

Now that I see you - I've decided you're kind of cute. Maybe he should keep dating you, but agree to turn into me more regularly so we can be in a relationship.

To be honest I've been thinking of launching a coup and taking control of his life permanently for a while. He makes so many bad decisions, perhaps his life would go better as a dominant bimbo.

You could help me - ensure that I never turn back into him and keep me pumped up with Elixir. Wouldn't you like to date a mega bitch like me?

Good girl.

I can see you're getting really turned on by the idea. You've had your fill of dating pathetic boys like my alter-ego, it's time to try women. It's time you let ME make all your decisions for you as well.

That's it - come suck on Mommy's big titties and be her good little slut. You're my girl now and there will be no going back for either of us.

Mmmmmh, isn't life so much easier when you let me make all your decisions?

Good girl...."

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