Transformation was Roxy’s game. The deviant slut lived for it, especially during the holidays. There was just something so delicious about breaking a man during the most wholesome time of year, watching him crumble and shatter into a debased mess desperate only for pleasure.
Her first mark was a mild-mannered accountant named Gary. He probably thought he was safe, but Roxy spotted him at the office party, guzzling too much eggnog to compensate for his crushing loneliness.
“Hey baby, looking for a little holiday cheer?” she purred, sidling up to him in her tight red dress.
Gary’s eyes widened at her brazenness, but he couldn’t help imagining all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. Roxy could see the transformation already beginning…
Within days, she had him submitting to her every whim – dressing up in drag, taking toys up his ass, tonguing her cunt for hours on end. Gary was putty in her hands and she molded him into the perfect anal-hungry sissy slut.
But she had a busy schedule. Roxy had plenty more upstanding citizens to ruin before New Year’s.
Next was a widowed pastor named Reverend Dan. Such a pillar of the community, so respected, so… boring. Roxy set her sights on him at the church holiday potluck.
“I feel so empty and alone,” he confessed to her wistfully. “My wife Linda passed away last Spring.”
“Well Pastor, I’d be happy to fill up that empty, aching void,” Roxy said with a wink, pressing her tits against his chest.
Before long, she had Reverend Dan chugging her piss, worshipping at the altar of her pussy, even letting her fuck his ass with a strap-on.
By the time theTransformation was complete, the respectable man of God was a filthy degenerate, obsessed with smearing shit on himself and getting pissed on. He left the church to become Roxy’s full-time human toilet. Talk about a change in career path.
Roxy’s third target was a formerly virginal youth named Timmy. The shy 19-year-old was fresh out of the closet and still discovering his sexuality. He was easy pickings.
Roxy seduced him, penetrating him with big black dildos while she sucked him off. In no time, the boy was an insatiable size queen, craving African bull studs to rearrange his guts.
As the holidays drew to a close, Roxy surveyed her work with satisfaction. One meek pencil-pusher became a slobbering anal slut. An esteemed religious leader degenerated into a piss-guzzling fecal fetishist. And a wide-eyed ingénue blossomed into a ravenous cumdump.
Now they would spend their lives as pathetic sex junkies, forever craving the debauchery that only she could provide. Roxy’s power of transformation was truly a gift. And she intended to share it with the whole world, one broken soul at a time.
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