The faint glow of the television flickered across the cluttered wooden table in the back room of Kayla's pie shop, casting dancing shadows over half-eaten slices of cherry and the faint scent of warm cinnamon still lingering in the air. Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants, her petite 4'11 frame barely filling the chair as her wide hips pressed against the wood, her flat chest rising with each nervous breath. Across from her, Jess lounged in tight jeans and a thin white beater that clung to her slender Gypsy build, no hips to speak of but eyes sharp with hunger, stealing quick glances at the thick outline of Zeke's enormous cock straining visibly against his loose jeans even as he sat relaxed, the massive length curled along his thigh like a promise of dominance. The collar around Kayla's neck hummed to life suddenly, a warm pulse that tightened like invisible fingers, forcing her gaze between them as the magical bond activated with a whisper of ancient power.

Zeke leaned forward with a confident smirk, his hand brushing casually down his front to adjust the heavy bulge, demonstrating the sheer size of his endowment as it twitched and thickened further under the denim, the outline now unmistakable and throbbing with intent. "You feel it, don't you, Kayla?" he said, voice low and possessive, his eyes locking on hers while the TV's distant chatter about some baking competition faded into irrelevance. "Choose me as your owner, and this body—your body—becomes mine to shape. I could make those tiny tits swell into something that bounces for my videos, those boney hips curve wider for the camera, or even alter that sweet little pussy to grip me tighter while I film every thrust." Jess's breath hitched, her jealousy flashing as she tore her gaze from Zeke's cock, her fingers twitching as if already imagining later solitude where she'd touch herself to the memory of it, but her voice cut in sharp and seductive. "Or pick me, and I'll reshape you into something Zeke's empire can't touch—full breasts that ache for my mouth, a body that curves just for my fantasies, all while you keep your precious bakery image intact in public."

The collar's magic surged hotter, demanding the choice as emotions tangled in Kayla's chest—fear of her pastor father's judgment clashing with the forbidden thrill of surrender, her poor self-esteem warring against the heat pooling low in her core at the thought of either controlling her form so intimately. Zeke's massive cock twitched again under the fabric, drawing another stolen glance from Jess, whose jealousy simmered openly now as she leaned in, her beater stretching over small breasts. "Don't let his videos win," Jess murmured, voice dripping with seductive edge, "with me, I'd make your appearance my toy—thicker thighs, a dripping pussy that responds only to my touch, all hidden under that hoodie while you bake." The air thickened with tension, the TV's glow illuminating the raw chemistry, bodies leaning closer as the decision loomed, Kayla's heart pounding with desire and dread.

The collar's warm pulse intensified against Kayla's throat, syncing with the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat as she weighed the impossible choice. She loved Zeke deeply, her petite frame already aching at the thought of transforming into his every desire—those massive hands molding her flat chest into heavy, swaying breasts perfect for his camera angles, her narrow pussy stretched and reshaped to milk his enormous cock on command for endless videos. But his appetites felt bottomless, a possessive hunger that might never stop pushing boundaries, leaving her exposed in ways that could destroy the quiet respect she'd built at the pie shop. Jess, though, was her closest friend, the one person Kayla trusted not to exploit her body for selfish gain; even if the Gypsy girl's bisexuality stirred complicated feelings, Kayla could handle fending off advances while keeping their bond intact, all while holding onto the dream of someday marrying Zeke once this magic settled.

Zeke's bulge throbbed visibly again, the thick outline of his cock pressing insistently against denim as he shifted, but Kayla's gaze flicked to Jess instead, the decision crystallizing amid the swirl of fear and reluctant arousal. "Jess," she whispered, voice trembling with the collar's binding heat, "I choose you." The words sealed the bond instantly, the metal flaring with a rush of invisible energy that coursed through her veins like liquid fire, promising total control over every curve and crevice of her form. Jess's eyes gleamed with triumph and hidden intent, her jealousy toward Zeke's empire fading into a seductive smile as the magic locked in, while the air hung heavy with unspoken promises of future alterations—thicker thighs swelling obscenely wide against her thin frame, a body reshaped over months into something exaggerated and hidden beneath baggy clothes.

Kayla felt the first subtle shift already, her wide hips tingling as if responding to Jess's distant thoughts, yet she clung to the belief that this path preserved her future with Zeke. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly under the hoodie, nipples tightening from the mix of dread and forbidden thrill, as Jess leaned closer to murmur about the collar's power granting intimate tweaks—altering her pussy's sensitivity or accentuating her boney frame for private pleasures only. Zeke's confident smirk faltered into possessive frustration, his hand still resting on that massive endowment, but the choice was made, the magic humming onward into the uncertain nights ahead.

The collar's warm pulse had barely faded when Jess leaned across the table, her eyes locked on Kayla with a hunger that made the air feel thicker, charged with the scent of cinnamon and something muskier. "Fuck, I can't wait," Jess breathed, her voice low and edged with arousal, her slender fingers already tracing the edge of the collar as if testing its power. "Start with her ass—make those boney hips spread wider, plump that tight little ass into something thick and jiggling, cheeks that clap when she walks, a pussy that gets slick and puffy just from my thoughts." The magic surged instantly through Kayla's veins, a hot, tingling rush that pooled in her lower body, her flat chest heaving as her wide hips began to swell subtly beneath the baggy sweatpants, the fabric pulling tighter over newly softening flesh, her narrow cunt lips throbbing and parting with an unwanted wetness that soaked into her panties. Kayla whimpered, the sensation of her ass cheeks expanding, rounding out obscenely, pressing against the chair with a new fullness that made her shift and moan softly, the stretch of her skin feeling intimate and invasive.

Jess's breath quickened visibly, her beater tightening over her own small breasts as she watched the changes unfold in real time, her jealousy toward Zeke twisting into something possessive and raw. "See? This is mine now—your body, your curves, every inch of that sweet cunt reshaping just for me while you bake pies like nothing's different," she murmured, leaning closer so her words brushed Kayla's ear, describing in filthy detail how she'd make Kayla's flat tits swell next, nipples fat and sensitive, or tweak her tiny frame to feel stretched and used in private. Zeke's smirk had darkened, his hand still cupping the massive bulge in his jeans, the outline of his enormous cock twitching as if responding to the tension, but he held back for now, letting the moment stretch with unspoken frustration.

The conversation lingered in the dim glow of the TV, voices low and charged, Jess pushing for more details on the collar's control—how she could command Kayla's appearance from afar, alter the depth of her pussy or the sensitivity of her clit to respond only to her whims, all while Kayla's public image at the shop stayed pristine under her hoodie. Kayla's poor self-esteem flickered through the haze of reluctant heat, her body betraying her with every pulse of magic, ass now noticeably thicker, the cheeks spreading wider, rubbing together with a new plush friction that sent sparks to her core. Jess's arousal was palpable, her thighs pressing together as she stole glances at Zeke's endowment but focused her words on Kayla, revealing how his videos had always made her jealous, how she'd longed to claim this power first.

Eventually the night wound down, the pie shop's back room falling quiet as Jess stood, her eyes gleaming with unfulfilled promise. "We'll play more tomorrow," she said, voice husky, before slipping out to her own room down the hall, leaving Kayla flushed and tingling with the lingering effects of her first request. Alone now with Zeke, Kayla moved to help him set up for his content, her degraded form on display as she stripped the hoodie and sweatpants, revealing the subtle new curves of her widened hips and plumped ass cheeks that jiggled with each step. Zeke positioned her tiny 4'11 frame on the bed, her flat chest bare and nipples stiff, her altered ass presented high as she knelt to make his enormous cock look even more massive by comparison, the thick veined length resting heavy across her boney back and new ass cheeks, dwarfing her petite body entirely for the camera.

Zeke's possessive hands guided her, making her arch and press her thickened ass back against the weight of his dick, the head smearing precum along her spine while she displayed herself degraded and small, her puffy new cunt lips visible from behind, glistening with the magic-induced wetness that betrayed her. "Smile for the likes, baby—let them see how this huge cock owns your tiny body," he growled, thrusting slowly to film the contrast, his balls heavy against her spread cheeks as the video captured every vulgar detail of her stretched, submissive pose, the sheer size making her look breakable and used. Kayla's heart raced with a mix of dread and forbidden thrill, her body responding with involuntary clenches as Zeke adjusted angles, her widened hips and jiggling ass on full display to rack up views and money, the collar's magic humming faintly as if reminding her the true owner was elsewhere, yet here she was, exposed and degrading herself for his empire.

The Collar's Binding Choice