I bet he'll taste delicious kentucky fried!

Poor guy. I do not think, he is enjoying, his position. X)))

Turn him into KFC or Popeyes XD

Baked or fried?

No, no. How about a GIANT chicken.

... uh-oh... he's in trouble :P

Two sexy ladies with a vulnerable guy all tied up and helpless. Always good! ...Even if they're going to eat him.

Stuff like this frequently inspires me to write femdom stories in the comments. Hope you don't mind.

"Hm. A chicken."

"Yeah, yeah! We can make him waddle around on the floor at knee-height, and we can eat the eggs he lays for us! Can you think of any funnier humiliation?"

"Yes. I think we should turn him into a toy. An inanimate object we can use together."

"A dildo? A dildo!"

"Better: a strap-on."

"Snap! You're right, that is better! We can take turns strapping him onto our hips while the other one of us sucks him! I've got some awesome tongue techniques that I can make him feel alllllll over his dildo-shaped body!"

[stroking their victim's hair]: "I can't get enough of turning helpless men into inanimate objects. Unlike frogs and chickens, they don't have any muscles to speak of, so they don't even have the option of trying to struggle. But their nerves work just fine. The psychological torture such a thing must be for my poor inanimate boys-turned-toys makes my mouth water, it really does. I imagine it must be absolutely awful to be flooded with intense sexual stimulation from two ladies and be unable to respond to it in any way. I just pray it's worse than what I imagine."

"I just think it's hilarious that you always hang them up in the cabinet with the rest of our kinky toys. Cuz they've been changed into property, and that's where they belong, right? [giggle]"

[victim begins sweating in fear; Red Scarf Predator leans forward, firmly nestling her breasts across his face]

"Oh, don't worry, my little plaything. When we hang you up next to all our other strap-ons and things, I'll mark you so we don't forget which one is a real person. We'll change you back into a man tomorrow morning. ...I promise."

[Victim is tremendously relieved. Rowdy, Bubbly Predator leans over to her girlfriend and whispers too low for him to hear.]

"You're gonna forget which one he is, aren't you? [wink]"

"I always do. He'll probably figure out sometime...maybe tomorrow evening...that what he goes through tonight is what the rest of his life will be like. I might transform his face back for a minute when that realization hits, just so I can see it dawn on him. It's always a treat to look them in the eye when they understand."

"Teehee! I really would pity our ever-suffering boy-toys if only the cruel things we do to them weren't so sexy and fun!"

"I'll turn him into a flea. A harmless little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box. And then I'll put that box in another box. And then I mail that box to myself. And when it arrives... I'LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!!"