“Eugine, you’re a growing boy, aren’t you?” Gothpunzel cooed as she stroked his hair.
He nodded and continued to suck her nipple.
“Mmmm, little boys who drink lots of Mommy’s sweet milk – mmhhh – grow big and strong.”
As Eugine drank, he got bigger and bigger, more and more muscular, and his cock got especially huge.
The queens stared at the incredibly muscular, well-tanned naked stud who’s fat throbbing cock was more than a foot long and whose huge balls churned with cum. His face looked strangely young, sweet and innocent, with his eyes closed as he continued to suck
on “Mommy Gothpunzel’s” nipple.
“MMmm, such a good boy,” she cooed and continued to stroke his hair as he squeezed her tit, trying to get more milk out.
Jasfar purred. Yes, it would be nice for this party to feature a few more studs like that.
She snapped her fingers and two figures appeared: Gaston, Cruella de Belle’s favourite beefsteak, and Jasfar’s own harem boy, that funny little Aladdin. Aladdin was naked as befitted a pleasure slave, though he wore a golden collar with a long golden leash,
and his nipples, tongue, nose, and cock were pierced with gold that marked him as Jasfar’s personal property.