Jules winces as one hand, then the other are forced behind his back, then up to be secured to his collar.  He gives a faint tug against the ring, sighing as his hands are securely held.<br/><br/>He turns back, facing her.  Him, standing there, hands connected to his collar behind his back, those straps holding his new breasts in their all-too-snug embrace.  Her sitting at ease on the rock.  Holding, he lets out an unhappy breath, seeing the thing in her hand.  Wincing mentally, having an idea of what that will be used for.<br/><br/>Jules' lips draw tight, hating her mocking laugh.  But, what can he do about it.  Taking a breath, his breasts jiggling, then steps towards her.  Moving to her side, he leans down, trying to lowering himself down to her lap, but, his balance is still off thanks to his new breasts, and he falls onto her lap.<br/><br/>