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What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

My boyfriend was about to come over and I looked myself up and down. I was a true goddess, my face was just a much better version, skin complexion was incredible. But my breasts the G-Cups hung like golden weights on my chest topped with a beautiful nipple each, while my ass looked like it had spent years going through squats and leg exercises, but I wanted to be a man. So when my boyfriend comes I'm going to steal his manhood. I walked out of my room in my room naked, my nipples poking through the air as if they were trying to rip right through it. My long blonde hair flowed down my back and I could feel the breeze from the window brush against my naked body. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed for the door. "Hey babe," I said as he opened the door. "Hey," he replied. I smiled at him and walked into his arms. He kissed me softly and held me close to him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I broke the kiss and walked over to the couch. I sat down and spread my legs wide open. I watched as he dropped his pants and underwear and stroked his cock slowly. He moved closer to me and I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It was so warm and hard. I began to stroke it slowly and he moaned. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth and sucked gently. I felt his hand on the back of my head and pulled me deeper onto his cock. I heard him groan as I worked my tongue all over his cock. I pulled away and stood up. I turned around and bent over the arm of the couch. I placed my hands on the seat cushion and pushed my ass out. "Fuck me," I whispered. He quickly got behind me and I felt his cock slide deep inside of me. I gasped as he fucked me hard. But something was happening. My breasts weren't quite as jiggly as they were before and small hairs had started sprouted on my chest. Where as my boyfriend his chest had grown a bit softer and his penis had shrunk, as his ass started to take on more of a womanly look. His balls had become smaller too. I was starting to feel very strange. I looked back at him and he looked so different. I couldn't help but laugh. He looked back at me and we both laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked. I told him that I thought I saw some changes happening to him. He looked down and noticed his dick shrinking. "Oh shit," he said. "You're turning into a girl." I laughed again. "No way!" I said. "Well yeah, you're getting a little tittie, your butt is getting bigger, and your balls are getting smaller. You're not even a man anymore." He didn't believe me. "It's true," I said. "I'll prove it." His penis had continued getting smaller, as his breast continued to grow. But it was what was happening to my vagina that he found most interesting. My clitoris had started to push out and I could feel a small sac like testes start to push out my vagina. It was an incredible feeling and my boyfriend could only watch in horror as my new penis continued to grow. I looked down and watched as my clit grew longer and thicker until it looked like a small penis. I knew this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I felt my vagina tighten and my penis begin to grow. I could see it growing out of my vagina and pushing out of my asshole. I could also see the beginnings of hair growing on my face and neck. My boyfriend looked at me in shock as my penis grew larger than ever. I could feel it throbbing inside of me and I began to cum. I came harder than I had ever cum before and I could feel my body shaking. I fell backwards onto the couch and I felt my penis continue to grow. It felt so good, and I loved every second of it. I watched as my boyfriend's penis shrank and shriveled up completely. He screamed and ran from the room. I could hear him running down the hall. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and covered my eyes. I laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the feelings I was experiencing. I heard him come back into the room. I could hear him breathing heavily. He walked over to the couch and knelt down next to me. He reached out and touched my new penis. It was soft and hot. He held it in his hand and caressed it softly. "What have you done to me?" he asked. "I don't know," I replied. "It feels amazing though. " He took my penis in his mouth and sucked on it gently. It felt so good, and I moaned softly. He sucked harder and harder and I could feel myself getting wetter. I wanted him to fuck me again. But, this time it was me in control. I was looking more like a girl with a penis and he a man with a vagina but that was all about to change. I worked up the strength to flip him onto his back. I pulled my new penis up and entered his tight vagina. An incredible feeling that only accelerated our changes. He moaned loadly as his voice cracked higher. My chest which was swinging was getting smaller and more manly, on the other hand his chest seemed to jiggle more as our rhythm got more in sync. His hair grew out and his arms and legs continued to shrink as I dominated him. His butt got bigger and took on the envy and shape most woman would dream of. He smacked my ass which had become hard and tight like a man's. We continued fucking each other for several minutes when I noticed a change in him. His voice cracked again and I could tell he was getting tired. I slowed down our pace and let him rest. I rolled him over onto his stomach and moved my new penis into position. I pushed forward and entered his asshole. He cried out loudly and I could feel his anus tightening around my new penis. I fucked him harder and harder until I couldn't hold back anymore. I came hard and filled his ass with my seed. I pulled out and lay beside him. We were both exhausted and we fell asleep together. This locked in our changes. I was now such a strong chiseled man, and he was now soft and warm with all the best female qualities. To be continued?

Margot Hollingsworth II had been far too pregnant for far too long. Of course her dearest husband sprang for every expense to ensure her comfort over the past nine months, but there’s only so much that weekly seaweed wraps and Swedish massages can do for the pain of carrying around such unruly twins. Their constant kicking and somersaults had her exhausted, and the weight of her bump had her back constantly aching. Her one solace was being in the water, where she was able to float and relieve her back pain while the gentle movement soothed the babies inside her. The Hollingsworth family had been part of the most exclusive country club in the state for generations, and she was able to enjoy their luxury spa treatments, nonstop gourmet snacks, and the unchlorinated, spring-water filtered pool every day for the last month of her pregnancy. The staff were used to her constant presence and one of the poolside cabanas was always set up with extra pillows and towels just for her, with her drinks and snacks constantly replenished before she even needed to ask– a pregnant woman’s dream. “Good morning Mrs. Hollingsworth, how are you feeling today?” As she approached the pool gate, one of the young lifeguards greeted her and gallantly offered his arm to lead her to the cabana. Margot was always forgetting the help’s names but she believed his name was Timothy or something similar. However, she remembered his face as she always appreciated the friendly belly rubs he gave her. “I am doing well, how is the pool looking today?” With his help, she gingerly sat down on a padded pool chair and waited for him to arrange some pillows in a satisfactory pile before she leaned back in her seat. He crouched down beside her and gently rubbed her bump as he spoke, smiling up at her relaxed expression. “The temperature is nice and warm, just as you like it, and it looks like you’ll have it to yourself for the next little while. We’ve got the wait staff bringing you your favourite tea set with an assortment of finger sandwiches and fresh scones–today’s flavours are preserved lemon and thyme.” There was a reason Margot loved coming here, the staff tended to her every desire before she even asked for it, giving her the first-class treatment that her prestige deserved. She felt the muscles tighten under Timothy’s hand and she winced, arching her back against the pillows. “Madam, are you alright?” He paused his movements in concern, and she fixed his hand with a glare until he continued rubbing her again. Margot closed her eyes and breathed until the ache subsided, feeling the lifeguard’s stare on her the whole time. “Yes, of course I am fine. I have just been feeling some pains all day and I cannot wait to get into the water and relax,” she replied, dismissing his concern with a coy smile. The cramps had been coming and going steadily since early that morning, but her due date wasn’t for another week and her obstetrician was one of the finest in the country so Margot was confident she had time. The tension in her back was getting to be very painful though, and she decided to get into the pool to relax rather than wait for her tea spread to arrive. She reached for Timothy’s hand to assist her in standing back up, but he grasped her shoulder to halt her. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you sure you shouldn’t be resting, or maybe seeing a doctor?” “I do appreciate your concern, but I am well aware of my limitations and what my body needs. Now if you wouldn’t mind escorting me to the pool steps?” Looking abashed, the lifeguard assisted her out of the lounger and walked her to the edge of the water. Margot noticed him watching her wade deeper until the water gently flowed over her bump, and she smiled at him before going further into the depths to relax. It felt like hours had passed as she simply floated in the water, relaxing as the babies slowed their movements and the regular aches became much less intense against her back. Eventually she decided that she wanted to get into the shade to reapply some sunscreen and hydrate–with how much her skin had been stretching during her pregnancy, Margot was taking great pains to maintain her flawless complexion. As soon as she started climbing the steps of the pool she began to feel so much heavier, the buoyancy of the water no longer assisting her in carrying the weight of her bump. “Excuse me, young man? Would you be a dear and escort me to my seat? I forgot how heavy my belly was outside of the pool,” she asked a pool attendant while cupping one arm around her bump, her dewy tan skin on full display in the petite bikini she wore. The man blushed, striding over to her with his eyes locked to her bump as he offered his elbow. As they reached her cabana, she handed the attendant her bottle of sunscreen and leaned back in the sun lounger with a cup of tea in hand, expecting him to rub the cream over her exposed skin. His face only grew more flushed as he applied it first to her arms and legs, then over her rounded middle. “Mmm, that feels fantastic, you’re excellent at this,” Margot couldn’t help but to sigh at the sensation of his strong hands spreading the lotion over her tender and taut skin. Her eyes slipped closed and the babies within her kicked gently against the young man’s hands. His fingers brushed against the cups of her bikini top, causing her nipples to pucker a bit at the sensation, and his wide circles around the swell skimmed the waist of her bikini bottoms only inches above her swollen pussy. Her luxury brand of sun cream was very expensive, but Margot didn’t complain about how he kept squeezing more and more onto her skin, not when the massage was so calming. He rubbed firmly over her bump, and Margot couldn’t help but to shiver every time his calloused palms brushed against her protruding navel. However, this tender massage didn’t alleviate the pain of being out of the water and she could feel the pains return worse than ever before. She couldn’t help but to moan, but the pool attendant interpreted this as being a moan of pleasure and gave her a smug grin before intensifying his caresses. Margot focused more on the sensation of his steady hands than of the rising tension of her muscles and relaxed into his grasp when it was over, melting like putty into the massage. His hands wandered more and more, squeezing her ass and gently kneading her breasts, but it distracted her from the recurring pains so she just enjoyed the feeling. This continued for a while longer until the pains became too strong for even the sensual massage to help so she sat up in order to immerse herself back into the pool. The man’s hands pulled away from her bikini top, and Margot couldn’t tell if it was still wet from the pool water or if he had inadvertently caused her to leak milk into the fabric. “Help me back into the pool, I need to float again.” She reached her hand out imperiously, expecting him to escort her back into the water and he smirked in amusement as he obeyed her command. Freshly sunscreened and hydrated, Margot was ready to relax. Being able to float and relieve the pressure on her back allowed her to fully zone out and she began practicing the meditative breathing her up-scale maternity guru Colette had taught her. Centering her mind, she let the waves of pain and pressure wash over her as she ignored them with self-focus. Mindfulness and bodily detachment were two techniques that Colette emphasized and all the other mums at the country club swore by her methods, so Margot let the water wash over her as she pushed all thoughts of pain from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she drifted in the pool but she wasn’t able to ignore the pain any longer as her belly began to tighten. Margot attempted to twist her back to ease the pain and immediately began sinking like a stone, too shaky and stressed out to continue floating. The pressure made it difficult to even swim straight and she was mortified as she was forced to start doggy-paddling. Margot rarely regretted her actions, but the pressure had been building and now even the water wasn’t soothing her regular pains. She attempted to swim towards the steps, but every kick in the water sent waves of pain up her spine and she could barely make it to the edge of the pool without losing her breath. Gripping the tile, she inched her way down the perimeter until she reached a pool ladder. “Oww, what’s happening?” The twinges were coming faster now and getting stronger, and Margot was fairly sure that she’d been having contractions and not just the Braxton-Hicks she thought they were. Her plan upon starting contractions had been to call her husband to take her to the exclusive luxury birthing centre where she could relax with her doula masseuse and get an epidural, but her phone was in her cabana at the other end of the deck. She caught her breath as the contraction subsided and began to practice the lamaze breathing that Colette had taught her. Inhaling deeply, she braced herself to climb the pool ladder but immediately dropped back down as soon as she breached the surface. The pain was already awful, but the water had been helping tremendously with the pressure and there was no way Margot was going to be able to force herself out of it to reach her phone. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, is everything alright?” Crouching in front of her was Timothy, looking concerned as she gripped the ladder railings tightly. “Do you need assistance getting up the ladder?” Margot glared at him bitterly, making him look away. “I’m doing fabulously, just practicing my maternity stretches. The water is great to relieve tension.” The lifeguard didn’t look convinced, and she caught his eyes darting below the water to where her bump was rising and falling with each laboured breath. “Are you sure? Could I help you with anything at all?” She struggled to twist her expression into a calm smile, one that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. Before she could respond to him, another contraction slammed into her and she maintained all of her focus on keeping the smile on her face. “Mrs. Hollingsworth?” “I’m fine! Go away,” she snapped, her smile becoming a grimace as her façade slipped even further. Not wanting to get in trouble with such a prominent member of the club, the lifeguard walked away nervously, leaving Margot to drop her head and groan with relief and pain. The next contraction hit before the last even ended, and she could feel the need to push beginning to grow. “Oh god..oh god…” Margot couldn’t help but moan in frustration under her breath, the pain was becoming unbearable and she could barely keep herself afloat without hanging onto the railings on the pool ladder. The pressure had been building lower and lower, and now she couldn’t tread water with how spread apart her legs were. “Ffffff...fuck fuck,” she whined, bearing down ever so slightly against the pressure between her legs. The feeling got worse as the first baby moved further down within her, but the strain of pushing felt so natural and instinctive that she did it again as the next contraction hit. She wasn't able to hold her legs open wide, as the gentle waves would make her legs drift back together, and bracing her feet against the wall just moved her whole body backwards. It was difficult to push properly while floating, and Margot felt herself getting more frustrated with every contraction. She let go of the railing to grasp one of her thighs for leverage, making it easier to push but her weak grip on the ladder caused her to briefly slip under the surface. Both hands on the railing, she pulled herself back up, spluttering from the water she'd inhaled while pushing. Her coughing was interspersed with grunts and moans as she tried to bear down with the contraction, making a scene as she kicked up water in her attempts to spread her legs. "Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you okay?" The lifeguard was back, even more nervous than before, and Margot finally lost her temper with the young man. "Do I look okay? Stop... ugh... asking s-stupid questions and do somethiiiiing!" "Come, get out of the pool," he said, reaching a hand down to Margot and receiving a nasty glare in return. "If I could get out of the pool, I would," she snapped, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushed again. The mortification of having a fit lifeguard watching her give birth was being outweighed by her desperation and she just grunted at his next few questions, too focused on her own body to actually listen to his words. Finally he decided to enter the pool to help, splashing Margot further as he jumped in. He swam up to her, laying a hand on her bump and feeling the tension in her muscles as her belly contracted. “Has your water broken?” His expression was horrified as he treaded water in front of the labouring woman, and she screeched through gritted teeth as she pushed again. “H- how would I know? Nghhhh… I’m in the fucking pool, Timothy, it’s not like I’d notice more water! Ohhhhh ohhh hhuhhh…” His expression changed from horror to a tinge of disgust, and he surveyed the water around him as if to try and avoid her fluids. At the sound of another moan, he looked up and saw her grimace, watching as she pushed again. There didn’t seem to be anyone else remaining on the pool deck so there was no one else who could help Margot through this. “Timothy, do something!” She screeched, panting heavily to catch her breath between contractions. Her face was wet with a combination of sweat, tears and pool water as she stared up at him pleadingly. Not knowing how to assist, the lifeguard just stammered for a moment. “Actually my name’s Thomas, I-” “I-ughhh I don’t care what your name is! Nghhh- mnnnnhhh… I need you to go under the water and cheECK MEEE!” The lifeguard gave her an alarmed look, but she grunted again and she struggled to hold back her urge to push. Her hips jerked and sloshed water towards him. Margot could feel someone moving behind her, and a pair of legs slipped into the pool behind her for her to lean on. She draped her arms against either thigh as she leaned her head back against a muscular abdomen, finding the warm skin more comfortable than the metal handrails she’d previously been using to hold herself up. Looking up, she saw the smiling face of the pool attendant who had been doting upon her bump, and he reached a hand down to caress it again as she gripped his leg in pain. The lifeguard in the water glared at his coworker before diving under the surface to check on Margot’s progress. Despite his reluctance he pulled her bottoms to the side and slipped two fingers within her, feeling around unfamiliarly before brushing his fingertips against something solid. “Uh, Mrs. Hollingsworth, I think I felt a head? There’s something in there,” he said shakily, dodging as her leg jolted towards him. “Fuck, get it out!! Ohhhhhh oh AHHH!” Her screams were piercing, and he ducked his head under the water again to muffle the noise. She pressed her head back in pain, and she could feel a bulge beginning to grow behind her as she groaned. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a wry smile on the pool attendant’s face as he acknowledged his arousal in this moment. Unable to move away while in such pain, she leaned back again and tried to enjoy the feeling of his hand against her belly while she pushed. Looking through the water, Thomas could see the fabric of her bikini bottoms beginning to bulge out between her legs. Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips against the swell and Margot bucked her hips against him, the bulge growing ever so slightly. The baby’s head was trapped within her stretchy maternity bikini, and he skimmed her hip to find the bows tying them closed. He gently tugged the strings on either side of her waist and the fabric floated down to the pool floor, leaving her bottom half bare and her pussy exposed to him. Her lips were swollen, bulging outwards from the pressure of the baby’s head, and Thomas could see her thighs trembling, sending little ripples through the water. He let his palm rest against the bulge, feeling as the head continues to shift down with the force of her pushes. Feeling lightheaded from the combination of holding his breath so long and the alarming sight in front of him, Thomas allows himself to breach the surface of the water to take a breath. He gasps to fill his lungs again and he dives back down to avoid the sound of Margot’s pained cries. Knuckles going white on the thighs of the pool boy supporting her, Margot pushes again, grunting at the effort of getting this baby out. The pressure in her pelvis is being overtaken by a new pain, a burning stretch between her legs where she knows the baby is beginning to emerge. Under the water, the other lifeguard runs his fingers around the baby’s head where it is just barely visible, watching as Margot’s belly tightens and her lips stretch even further. Though the water muffles the noise, he can still barely hear her groans as she struggles to push. The water around him becomes cloudy as the head continues to slip out, her lips stretching thin around the head. “Ohhh fuck oh my god, why now?” Margot thrashes in the water as she pushes, her only source of comfort is the pool attendant caressing her tightening belly. One of her hands leaves his thigh, trusting his support to hold her steady, and she lets it float down to rest between her thighs. She can feel the lifeguard’s hands hovering awkwardly around her, but she runs her fingers along the bulge there and can feel it growing as she pushes again. The burning sensation grows almost unbearably, but there is a primal relief in pushing that she is unable to deny. As the current contraction ends Margot is able to catch a breath and lean back against one of the muscled thighs of the pool attendant behind her. “Thank you,” she sighs, trying to regain her strength before the next contraction hits her. She can feel her pussy swell with the pressure of her baby’s head and though she wants desperately to push it out of her, the fear of tearing stops her from giving in. The next contraction is unproductive. The pool boy caressing her is encouraging, praising her as she pushes, and she can feel the young man in front of her as he gently massages her labia and perineum. However, the unexpected speed of her labour hasn’t allowed her pussy to stretch as much as she’d hoped and she can feel her skin reach her limit before the head slides back within her again. Simply allowing her skin to stretch with the force of her baby’s head, she breathes deeply until the next contraction, encouraging her lifeguard to massage her skin to soften it for her next push. The pain comes suddenly, surprising her mid-breath and leaving her panting as she pushes instinctually and breathlessly. It’s more intense than any of her previous contractions and she feels the burn get more intense as her hole stretches wider and wider. The lifeguard in front of her, Timothy Thomas pops his head back up, his expression excited and nauseous. “The head is almost out, keep going, ma’am!” Margot pushes even harder, holding her breath as she focuses all her energy down into her bottom, bearing down against the pressure deep within her. The stretch hurts more with every second and she feels like she’s burning hotter and hotter until she feels a tap on her inner thigh underwater and reflexively stops pushing. “Stop, I think you need to wait with the next contraction so you don’t rip anything!” She would ignore this advice but for the fact that she heard her maternity guru give her the same advice in her birthing sessions, so she forces herself to breathe high in her chest and ignore the desperate urge to push and the burning between her legs. The pool attendant supporting her provides more firm rubs to her bump and she focuses on the sensation, feeling his thumb rub over her protruding navel sensually. As the contraction grows stronger she finds it harder to resist the urge to push, but the gravelly murmurs of her aroused pool boy are able to distract her. Though she didn’t think anyone could enjoy the sight of her giving birth, his personal attention is bizarrely soothing and she can just barely stop herself from bearing down. When the contraction stops she almost sobs in relief, feeling her skin stretch around the head and knowing that the widest part of it has passed through her. Her lips are throbbing and twitching around the head and she feels a bizarre sense of excitement for the next contraction as her whole body anticipates the opportunity to push this baby out. This primal urge is overwhelming, her heart is pounding in time with the throbbing of her pussy and the only thing she can feel is the reassuring feeling of hands against her inner thighs under the water. “Nghhhhhh ohh fuckk… oh mygodddd” Margot pushes harder than she ever thought possible, feeling her face grow hot and her lungs deflate as all her bodily energy is centered between her legs to get this first baby out of her. Almost ready to give up and feeling lightheaded from her pushing, she feels a slight pop as the head slides out. Her hand between her legs cups it, swatting away the lifeguard’s hand in order to gently run her thumb against the delicate features of the baby’s face. Now that the first hurdle has been passed, Margot feels a sense of ease with the next contraction as pushing has become a familiar sensation to her. The feeling of hands rubbing encouragingly against her inner thighs as her pool attendant supports her weight is enough to help her push the baby out, feeling the shoulders rotate and slide out in one fluid motion. “Oh my gooooddddddd,” she moans, reaching her hands out as Thomas surfaces again, handing Margot her firstborn so that she can cradle him to her chest. He has a sweet face and his wails are the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, resting her head against the pool boy’s thigh as her shaky arms hold him tight against her breast. She watches his lashes flutter and his fists squeeze open and closed before she begins feeling the next contraction, startled by the pain before remembering her first baby’s twin is yet to be born. Margot panics for a moment, unsure as to where to rest her baby before the pool attendant above her gently cradles the child, holding it as Margot clutches his muscular thighs once again. The pushing now feels instinctual, like what she was born to do and what she was always meant to do with her body. The contractions are coming faster and she has no idea how long it has been since the first baby was born, time is flowing backwards in her mind. The panic has turned to a sense of peace, the only thing on her mind is her babies, her body, and the two young men supporting her as she gives birth in this pool. As she pushes she can hear whimpers above her head and she can’t help but focus on her firstborn baby, being held just above her head by the pool attendant supporting her. The sound of his cries encourages her to bear down, both because she wishes to hear her next baby’s cries but also because she feels a need to finish birthing soon in order to hold them both in her arms. Her pushing seems to go on for hours and she’s not sure how long it takes her, her pussy already tender and sore from the first birth. While her slit only burned when she started crowning with the first baby, the sensation remains while she pushes with the second and she’s unsure how far she is with the second. The lifeguard between her legs only surfaces to catch his breath, never remaining above water long enough for her to ask how things are going. Margot feels like nothing is happening and can’t help but to cry out, irrationally frightened that her second baby will be stuck inside of her forever. The young man supporting her leans down, holding the baby in his arms against her breast to allow it to suckle against her. His arms press against her torso as he supports the baby’s weight, keeping them both steady against him. As she feels her milk begin to let out as she nurses, her contractions increase in strength as the oxytocin flows through her nervous system. The pool attendant’s arms are wrapped around her, holding the baby against her chest, and she squeezes his legs tightly as she pushes again. The bulge is growing faster than before, her vulva stretched out and sore from the baby she birthed seemingly moments before. She can’t help but to vocalize deeply as the burning arises again, crowning with this next baby as the head stretches her even wider than she was before. Despite her desperation, she can feel the head slide back within her, not fully out enough to keep her open. She pants between the contractions, trying to keep her cool until she is next able to bear down and get this baby out of her. “Mmmmnngghhhhh fuck fuck, ohhhhhhgggghhhh” She can almost see stars in her eyes as she pushes, lightheaded as she puts all her breath and energy into getting this baby out. There are spots in her vision as she bears down, but she feels the gush of the head slipping out of her and gasps, catching her breath now that she knows that she’s almost done. “Come on baby, you can do it, so close,” says the pool boy behind her. Despite the head emerging faster than her previous baby, she can feel the shoulders sliding out of her much more acutely than before as they slowly rotate and move inch by inch through her walls. Her breath hitches with each push but they move forward until the final push and the baby slides out all at once, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness within her. The lifeguard in front of her surfaces again, holding her newest child in his arms and assisting her as she rests the baby against her chest tearfully. “Hi baby, I’m so happy you’re here,” she weeps, pressing a kiss to its head. As she murmurs sweet nothings to her baby, the lifeguard swims away and returns with an inner tube, lowering it into the water and assisting her into it. The pool boy helps her cradle the other child, assisting her in holding one in each arm as they gently tug her to the steps of the pool. Paramedics pull a stretcher onto the pool deck, having finally been called by one of the country club employees, and pick up Margot’s belongings to bring with her to the hospital. They gently assist in getting her onto the stretcher, then get the twins settled into her arms. “Wait, hand me my purse before we leave,” Margot asks, handing one of the babies to the paramedic in order to free up her hands. She fumbles into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, reaching towards the lifeguard and attendant to hand them the cash as she’s wheeled away. “Thank you so much, I will be speaking to your manager about what wonderful employees you are.” The young men look at the money, rolling their eyes at the $8 tip they received, and walk back to the pool to start cleaning it before the afternoon guests could complain.

No one could accuse Zoey of any kind of false modesty, or regular modesty, for that matter. The young lightning mage was perhaps one of the most self-assured people you could ever meet, And that quickly turned into cockiness. Her current situation was an example of that, in fact. Away from prying eyes, the mages of Chicago would meet and consult each other on various issues. Or, they would challenge each other to duels. This could be for a variety of reasons. Whether for them to hone their skills, to prepare themselves for the numerous threats against them that they faced on a regular basis, or for the sheer challenge that came from fighting another Mage. For Zoey, it was all about the enjoyment of beating others. There was nothing quite like finding someone who took one look at the nineteen year old and challenging them to a fight that they were confident they could win. On the outside, they certainly had reason for such confidence. Zoey was a looker, with a body that showed that she worked out and took great care of herself. Her black hair was pulled back, showing her electric blue eyes that indicated the source of her magic, that being electric. Many simply took one look at Zoey and dismissed her as a pretty face with a cocky attitude. Their subsequent defeats had been down to such arrogance, but also Zoey having the skills to take advantage of them as well. She had earned her reputation as a fighter, albeit one that many really wanted to take down. Zoey enjoyed the thought that she had a target on her back. What better sign of strength was there, than people trying to claim your crown, after all? Plus, you got a good few trinkets from the mages you did defeat, as many were happy to wager something in order to get their hands on her in the hopes of defeating her in battle. Right now though, Zoey was the one doing the challenging. She had heard of a Mexican mage having just arrived in Chicago and he had apparently gotten his hands on the Rings of Xolotl, the Aztec God of lightning and fire. They were said to be able to amplify the abilities of a lightning mage tenfold, a prize that Zoey was eager to get her hands on to become even more powerful. The mage had taken up quarters in a penthouse in one of Chicago’s more exclusive areas, the top floor, in fact. The long trek up there only made Zoey grow more excited, thinking of what she could do once she had her hands on those rings. She had long reached the point where she felt that she was unbeatable and this would only cement that. Finding the door to the mage’s apartment, Zoey hammered on it impatiently, knocking so hard that there was no chance that he wouldn’t be able to hear it. It was only a short time before the door was opened and Zoey blazed on through without a second thought. “About time! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?” The mage at the door gave Zoey a blank stare for a second, before he closed it behind her. “Apparently not long enough.” He said with a smirk. “Too long.” Zoey went on, ignoring his tone. “Anyway, my name’s…” “Zoey Martinez, lightning mage and one of the more infamous magical users around.” The interruption made Zoey turn with a glare, she didn’t like being spoken over and that guy had done just that. Still, he wasn’t all that bad looking. He looked to be about five years older than Zoey herself, with handsome features and a suit that looked like it had come off the rack of one of the more expensive stores in the city. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, helping the man look youthful. “Well, at least I’m known.” Zoey shot back. “I don’t even know who you are.” “Miguel Aceveda.” Was the reply, Miguel offering a bow of his head. “And I think I can guess why you’re here.” “The Rings of Xolotl.” Zoey agreed, holding out a hand. “Give them to me now, and we can skip the part where I humiliate you.” Miguel seemed more amused than insulted by Zoey’s words, raising an eyebrow at them. “You humiliate me? But you don’t even know what I can do.” “Like I need to.” Zoey scoffed. “I’ve handled plenty of tough opponents. You don’t measure up to half of them.” “I don’t?” Once again, Miguel was apparently amused by what Zoey was saying. He remained completely relaxed as well, which irked Zoey. “Look at you. Another rich mage who probably bought the rings. It doesn’t matter what you specialise in. Fire, water, anything else, you don’t stand a chance against me.” Miguel took the insults in his stride, although there was an edge to his expression that hadn't been there before. “I beg to differ, Zoey. Now, you might have the people here battered and bruised, but I assure you that you don’t stand a chance against me. I suggest you leave before I teach you a lesson you shan’t soon forget.” A bark of laughter escaped from Zoey’s mouth at that. “You ain’t getting away that easily. This is a formal challenge! You either accept, or I’m claiming my prize anyway!” There was a pause as Miguel considered what was being said, and then nodded curtly. “As you wish. Although, you shall soon regret not leaving when you had the chance.” Rolling her eyes at that, Zoey sauntered into the penthouse further. “Like I’ve never heard that before. Come on then, what’re the rules?” Miguel followed Zoey, considering the question for a moment. As the one who had been challenged, the laws of the mages dictated that he would decide the form of combat and what would happen to the other should they lose. Zoey had claimed her prize for winning the combat, but Miguel needed to state what he wanted. “If I win, then you become my servant for a week.” Miguel said eventually. “Anything I ask of you, you must obey, no matter what.” Zoey gave Miguel a Look. “You better be thinking about keeping your hands to yourself.” “I swear, by the power of Maqlû, I will not perform sexual acts upon you while you are under my household.” Miguel said, before smirking and adding. “Unless you ask me to, of course.” Zoey rolled her eyes, but took Miguel at his word. She had to, really. Swearing on Maqlû was one of the most serious things a mage could do. Breaking it put their very powers at risk. If Miguel did something against Zoey, he would become helpless before her. She nodded her assent. “Alright, not that I’m going to lose, but it seems like a low demand for what you’re risking.” “I feel as if a week-long lesson of humility would be worth all the treasures you might otherwise have offered me.” Having never really had much of a sense of humility at all, Zoey doubted that. Still, she focused on what was important. “Fine, what kind of combat are we looking at?” “Free for all. As long as you don’t destroy the surroundings, anything goes for both of us. And the fight ends when one of us surrenders to the other. Not a moment before.” “Deal.” Zoey said instantly. Those were fairly standard rules, aside from the non-destruction one. Then again, from how much Miguel must have been paying to stay in this place, it was understandable that he’d be rather concerned about letting it get damaged in anyway. “So, are you ready?” Miguel asked, raising a hand to invite Zoey into the large living room. “Always am.” Zoey shot back as she headed into the room, her head held high. It was certainly large enough for what they needed to do. A wide, open space with windows that looked out over the city. Although Miguel quickly waved his hand and the windows glimmered for a moment, showing that he had created an illusion spell. For anyone looking through the windows, they wouldn’t see anything but an empty room. Another wave of Miguel’s hand saw the furniture all pushed to one side, leaving the floor clear for them to have their battle on. That done, Miguel began to undo the top button of his shirt, then doing the same for his sleeves, allowing him much better movement for the battle ahead. “On the count of three, we begin.” Zoey grinned as she felt the familiar anticipation of battle surge through her. She was looking forward to this. “You got it.” “One…” Zoey got into a fighting stance as she readied herself for the battle. “Two…” A soft breeze could be felt crossing the room as the two faced each other, summoning their magical energies. “Three!” The fight was on. Zoey started, as she always did, with a rush forward into an attack. Lightning crackled over her body as she looked to take Miguel down hard. It was something that normally surprised her opponents, that she was willing to go hand-to-hand with them and not just rely on long-range spells, a factor she loved to take advantage of. With a fist covered with electrical power, Zoey raised it to punch Miguel and knock him down hard. He managed to escape by the slimmest of margins, his hair rising slightly as the static electricity got close to him. Another blow from Zoey saw her attack being deflected as Miguel managed to use his own spells, a strong gust of wind throwing Zoey off target, but she quickly rallied, more amused than annoyed. “Wind magic? That’s what you’re going to fight me with?” She called out. “It has its uses.” Miguel shot back. Zoey was unconvinced. Unless there was something very, very heavy about, wind magic couldn’t really harm her. At most, it’d just slow her down. “Not much use against this!” Zoey called out as she shot her hands forward, letting loose with a blast of lightning that was aimed directly at Miguel. Miguel pushed his hands down to the floor, boosting himself up into the air before the lightning could hit him. It instead struck the far wall, sparking as it dispersed harmlessly. Another blast from Zoe saw Miguel drop down, landing lightly as he managed to avoid the magical lightning once more. “Oh, you actually found a use for it.” Zoey called out. “Too bad it’s just running away.” “It’s enough to keep me in the fight.” “Not for long!” Zoey used her lightning powers against the floor, boosting her as she launched herself into the air and directly at Miguel, lashing out with her leg to kick at him. It wasn’t just magic that Zoey trained herself in, but she also regularly did yoga and self-defence, giving her plenty of strength and flexibility in a fight. It seemed as if Miguel was ready to match her in that department, however. The wind mage dodged to the side and blasted Zoey with a gust of wind, knocking her off balance and then crashing to the floor. Gritting her teeth, Zoey worked through the pain to quickly get to her feet, glaring at Miguel as he smirked smugly at her. She glared at him in response. That had been the first time anyone had gotten the better of her in a fight and it wasn’t an experience she enjoyed. “OK, slick move. But that’s all you’ll get.” Miguel merely twitched his fingers in a ‘bring it’ motion. That infuriated Zoey even more. She was the one who was supposed to do the taunting around here, damnit! Electricity surged up her arms as Zoey summoned more lightning to add extra power to her punches. “Think you’re funny? Well, by the end of this, you’re gonna be begging to hand over the rings. And that’s not all. I’m gonna humiliate you and let everyone know it.” “You can try.” That final bit of mockery set Zoey off and she ran at Miguel, her fists crackling with power as she looked to put the hurt to him properly. She was going to enjoy pounding that smug look off his face once and for all. That had been the plan, anyway. It went awry as Miguel used his magic to send a gust of wind from the side of the room. It wasn’t enough to knock Zoey off her feet, but it was enough to send a length of rope around her legs that quickly wrapped around them. Zoey stumbled as the rope went around her legs, soon leading her to tripping up as the wind caused it to tighten. Miguel’s control over his powers was such that he could have the rope move as if it was guided by his hands. “Hey! Knock that off!” Zoey cried out as the rope went around her legs, the wind tying it around her limbs and causing her to come to a halt as she struggled to keep her balance. “Hm… I don’t believe I shall.” Was Miguel’s response as he summoned another bout of wind that had another rope flying towards Zoey before she could react. Instinctively, Zoey brought up her arms to defend herself, which proved to be her undoing. The rope quickly wrapped around her arms, much like they had done her legs and yanked them down to her sides before finishing off by tying them tightly. Zoey didn’t know how to respond at first. She had never, never, been in a situation like this before. She had always been in command in her fights, never on the backfoot. Being trussed up like this was completely new for her and she had no idea what to do now. The confusion would allow Miguel to react quickly, taking full advantage of his position. He moved in towards Zoey, reaching out and then idly pushing her back. Despite her best efforts, it was too much for Zoey to be able to remain standing and she tottered backwards, landing on the ground with a thump. “And that, I believe, means I win.” Miguel said in a matter of fact tone. “Like Hell you do!” Zoey shot back hotly. “I’m not even done yet! Once I get out of these, I’m going to make you wish you were never born!” “Unlikely. Those ropes have a drain charm put on them. If you attempt to use magic, they’ll just drink it all in and keep you even more secure than before. You’re stuck.” Zoey really hoped that Miguel was bluffing, but a blast of lightning from her body confirmed it. The ropes glowed as the magic drained into them, leaving her stuck and with no way to use her magic to get out. Having held back and waited for Zoey to try and break out, Miguel chuckled as he saw her failed attempt. “Now is about the time you give in, I believe.” The thought of doing that, when the battle had hardly been anything worth the name, rankled Zoey even more. She struggled hard against the ropes, reasoning that, if she couldn’t use magic to get free, she’d just have to work her way through via another means. “I wouldn’t bother, you’re not going anywhere.” Miguel said after a few seconds of watching Zoey struggle. “You may as well just surrender.” “I won’t!” Zoey called out, her temper getting the better of her. She was furious, not only at Miguel for putting her in this position, but herself for allowing herself to fall into it. “Be reasonable. You’re trapped, unable to use your magic and the ropes are too well tied for you to get free. You can’t hope to win, not that you had much of a chance to begin with.” That added barb from Miguel really sent Zoey over the edge. She lunged up hard in a bid to get at him, but had to fall back down as she simply couldn’t break free from her bonds. “You think I’m going to go down to some weak, punk-ass wind mage? Once I’m out of these ropes, you’re gonna be sorry you ever tried this!” The threat washed over Miguel with no effect whatsoever. If anything, he seemed amused by it. “The only way you’re out of these ropes is if I let you. And that won’t happen until you surrender. And since you won’t do it of your own free will, guess I’ll have to force you.” A tiny spark of nervousness flickered within Zoey upon hearing that, but she quickly pushed it aside. “There’s nothing you can do to get me to give in.” She promised. Miguel smiled brightly. “Challenge accepted.” With that, Miguel brought his hands down onto Zoey, resting them on her sides as she braced herself, wondering what he was going to do to her. The rules they had agreed on clearly stated that everything goes, she just imagined that it would apply to her. So, the shock Zoey felt when Miguel dug his fingers into her sides as he began tickling her was sizeable, to put it lightly. “Gonna give in?” Miguel called out in a sing-song voice as his fingers lightly pinched Zoey’s sides, teasing her with light tickles. Zoey clenched her mouth shut while her face began to heat up with some embarrassment and plenty of anger. This was outright insulting, being helpless and tickled at the same time was so utterly childish that Zoey wanted to put the hurt on Miguel even worse than before. She felt the rage grow with each passing second. Yet, as angry as Zoey got, there was nothing she could actually do to prevent the tickling from taking place. The fingers pinching and probing her sides were consistent, not stopping for a moment as Miguel continued to tease her. She gritted her teeth together, determined not to let a single giggle escape from her lips. This resolve was tested further by Miguel continuing to tickle Zoey’s sides. Having met resistance with her trying not to laugh, he upped the ante by starting to dig in even harder and Zoey’s shirt didn’t offer anywhere near enough protection for her to try and block out the sensations. “Kootchy koo… You’re just a ticklish little thing, aren’t you?” A growl escaped from Zoey’s lips as she had to stop herself from giving him a sharp retort. She didn’t trust herself not to break out into a giggle or several if she opened her mouth. Instead, Zoey kept her mouth clamped shut, trying so very hard to stop her slips from twitching upwards, a hopeless prospect in all honesty. “Is someone smiling?” Miguel teased. “Is my little lightning mage going to giggle because she’s just a tickly little thing?” “Shuhuuutt uppppppp!!” Zoey shot back, her temper getting the best of her as she spoke and the giggled spilled out along with the words. “Hm… Nope! Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Miguel spread his fingers and then began to wriggle them right into Zoey’s flanks as the tickling suddenly got even worse. The lightning mage tried so hard to keep control of herself, but it was no use, she couldn’t keep quiet under the pressure of such an attack and her smile became etched on as the laughter soon followed. “Knnohohoocckkk eheheEHEHEEreettt oooofffff!!!” Ignoring the demand once again, Miguel skittered his fingers up and down Zoey’s sides. Now that she had broke out into laughter, there was no way for the young lightning mage to stop the forced mirth from leaving her body. She tried to clamp down her mouth once again, but the pressure was too much for her and it all just spilled out. Focusing on his advantage, Miguel’s tickling got more and more intense. With every second, Zoey’s laughter grew stronger and more wild. She hated it, she really did, but she had no choice. It made her feel so weak, but the tickling powered through all her defences and left her howling hysterically to Miguel’s touch. Not content with just this, Miguel began to explore more areas of Zoey’s body, sitting down on her thighs as he did so to make sure that she couldn’t escape from him. Now with a new vantage point, he looked towards her belly as another target, his fingers diving into her midriff and going all out. “Oh, a ticklish belly, huh?” That is good. But, I think it’d be better if you couldn’t squirm about so much.” Removing his hands from Zoey’s body, Miguel focused as he summoned his magic to him, the wind causing the area around him to be blasted as furniture was sent over his way. A chair and table, to be precise. They were lifted up and then placed in front of the duo, right where Miguel aimed them. “Now, for you, it’s time to get up!” With that, Miguel hoisted Zoey up, carrying her bridal style, much to her embarrassment. She tried to wiggle her way out of his arms, but she only had a few scant seconds before she was placed onto the chair, her feet also going onto the table. “This isn’t going to hold me!” Zoey cried out and yanked at her feet, only to find that they were stuck solid. “Spell of holding.” Miguel said, tapping the table and chair. “Keep you right where I want you for a long while. Speaking of which…” Pulling on the rope around Zoey’s body, Miguel loosened it enough to allow her arms to go free while still keeping it connected to her body. He grabbed a hold of one arm and yanked it back over the head of the chair, the charm in it then trapped her limb. The second arm soon followed and Zoey was trapped. Although her arms weren’t bound, the rope was still around her and drained her of her magic as she tried to blast the furniture to pieces. “Damnit! Let me go!” Zoey called out. “This is cheating!” Miguel smoked smugly at that. “We agreed that everything goes. This counts as everything.” “I swear, once I get out of this, I’m going to kick your ass so hard!” The fact that Miguel laughed at Zoey was the worst thing about this. She was so used to being strong, to being able to rile up her opponents and make them sorry for underestimating her. That he could dismiss her so easily was just salt to her wounds. “When you get out of this, you’ll have agreed to become my servant for a week, remember? Speaking of which, let’s see about that, shall we?” “No! Don’t you touch me! Get away, you freak!” Miguel happily ignored Zoey’s cries once more as his fingers made a beeline to her stretched out body. She watched helplessly as they got in close, fingers already wiggling in anticipation of their strike. “Where to tickle? Where to tickle?” Miguel asked as his fingers moved up and down over Zoey’s torso, mere inches from her body. “Back to the sides? Belly, perhaps? What about those ribs of yours?” Zoey couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over her face as she felt the teasing get worse. Miguel wasn’t even touching her and yet she was close to cracking up! Spluttering from the phantom tickles over her body, Zoey failed to keep herself together entirely. “Nohohoo! Getty ahahawaayyyy!!” “Oh, I know the perfect spot! Right about… HERE!” The shock from Miguel’s hands moving from just over Zoey's belly up to her underarms caught her completely off guard. The young mage barely had time to register what was happening before she felt the fingers wriggling about in her underarms and she let out an appropriately loud scream as a result. “NNOYOYOHOHOOOOOOOOO!!!” It was a low down, dirty trick that Miguel had pulled. Normally something Zoey would have performed herself. Having it used against her was particularly grating as the young mage had never liked the taste of her own medicine. Of course, the tickling was the absolute worst as well. With her arms stretched over the head of the chair, the sleeves of her T-shirt had slid down and exposed some of her armpits, leaving the skin itself vulnerable to some well placed tickles. All Miguel had to do was slide his fingers down the arms and the tickling could be felt intensely. Adding to this was how little Zoey could move. She was literally stuck to the chair and table, every inch that came into contact with one of those surfaces held her down with no escape. It made Zoey all the more sensitive to the tickling, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to get away from it. “Tickle, tickle in these underarms. You giving up yet?” If anything, Miguel’s taunts only increased Zoey’s resolve not to give in. She couldn’t allow herself to be beaten by this! Although the tickling in her armpits was unbearable, every scratch sending ticklish jolts through her body, Zoey tried her best to power through it. She may have laughed and screamed, but every one of those was punctuated by a curse at Miguel, showing that she was still defying him. Such defiance was met in turn by Miguel amping up the torture even more. He scratched away at those pits, making Zoey suffer for her arrogance and biting comments. Had she been able to, Zoey would have curled up into a ball and electrified herself as a defensive measure in order to escape from that horrific sensation, but movement and defence were both denied to her. Miguel wasn’t ready to show any mercy, anyway. He continued wriggling his fingers right in the middle of her smooth hollows, tickling constantly as Zoey screamed with laughter. Being unable to stop this, forced to laugh and laugh and laugh while he played with her body, it was infuriating. The ropes draining Zoey of her magic was another factor that was effective in breaking her down. Being denied actual magic was like taking a limb away. It was a fundamental part of who Zoey was and having it robbed from her was harrowing. Leaving her open to be tickled like this was simply an aspect of being unable to do her magic. “I asked, are you giving up yet?” Miguel’s question was punctuated by him driving his fingers right into the middle of Zoey’s armpits, drilling them in the centres in a tickly attack that left the young woman screaming. She was hysterical, suffering and defenceless, but she remained defiant. “SCREHHHEWWHHHEEWWWW YOUOHOHOOOUUU!!” The response from Miguel was an exasperated huff and, surprisingly enough, to actually stop the tickling. He pulled away from Zoey’s body and stood to one side, glaring down at her as she got her breath back and body under control, “You really are insisting on making this difficult, aren’t you?” Miguel asked, sounding more exasperated than anything. “About as much as you’re insisting on being an asshole!” Zoey shot back. Miguel rolled his eyes, all sense of humour gone at this point. “Look, you’ve lost, that much is obvious. Just give in and get it over with.” “I am NOT giving in to you!” Zoey shot back. After all that Miguel had done to her, that had simply increased her resolve more than anything else. Miguel shrugged, taking a step down Zoey’s body as his eyes were locked onto his next target. “Fine, have it your way. Guess I’ll just have to break you completely then.” Another retort was forming on Zoey’s lips when she saw where Miguel was heading and it stopped short. She had few memories of being tickled, but one that she had repressed was suddenly coming back to the front of her mind as she saw where Miguel was aiming for next. “H-Hey! Get away from those!” Zoey called out, realising too late that she had tipped her hand by her shout. “Hm?” Miguel asked, the humour seeping back into his voice, as well as some smugness. “You mean your feet?” Zoey blanched at hearing those words. Her feet were ticklish, unbearably so. She hated the thought of them being completely exposed in a situation like this, especially since she knew that Miguel was going to take full advantage of them. In fact, he had already begun. Miguel reached down and began to peel Zoey’s shoe from her left foot, taking his time and being careful with it as she was still pinned down to the table thanks to his magic. “Don’t touch my feet!” Zoey cried out, more desperate than demanding. “Why? Are you ticklish there?” Miguel asked, all smug false concern. “No! Just hate freaks like you getting close to me!” The excuse wouldn’t have passed water at the best of times. Right now, all it did was make Miguel snort as he began to slide Zoey’s shoe off her foot, exposing it. Zoey wiggled her toes as the shoe came loose in a doomed attempt to hold onto it, but it had been flung off without much effort. “Cute socks.” Miguel teased as he began to remove Zoey’s other shoe, taking a similar level of care with it. Zoey fumed. She had no idea that she would be seen without her shoes during this duel and her pink ankle socks with the frilly tops were something she had no wish to be seen by anyone in. Embarrassment welled up within her as Miguel was exactly the sort who would never let her forget this part in particular. Without much ceremony, Miguel removed the other shoe and tossed it aside, leaving Zoey stuck to the table as she was more vulnerable than ever, a fact that was reinforced as Miguel began removing her socks, tearing them off with a flourish. “Oh, cute feet.” Zoey hissed at the compliment. From anyone else, she might have accepted it with a smug smile. But from Miguel? It was just another dash of salt to the wound, even if it was completely true. Zoey’s feet were absolutely beautiful, no doubt about that. Size sevens with skin as soft as marshmallows. They showed every sign of great care and attention, with the black toenail polish put on delicately, never going onto the skin. Her small, bubbly toes curled up in anticipation of what was to come, but that was all that Zoey could do to defend herself. “Feet like this, I bet they’re just horribly ticklish as well…” “Don’t.” Zoey gasped, her nerve cracking. She could take anything else, absolutely anything. But being tickled on her feet? That was too much, even for her. Sensing weakness, Miguel began to bring a hand up towards Zoey’s feet, inching it agonisingly slowly towards her bare soles. “Don’t what?” He asked, obviously enjoying himself. “Don’t tickle my feet!” Zoey cried out, losing herself to panic too much to stop herself from blurting that out. “Hm… Nah.” Miguel replied before he brought hand down to Zoey’s foot and began scratching away at her heels. Zoey screamed. She went completely ballistic as the tickling hit her hard. Had she been able to, she would have wrenched herself free and fled from the room, pride be damned. Denied that, all she could do was sit and suffer from the foot tickling. And suffer Zoey did. Her feet were so soft and vulnerable, a slight breeze would have been enough to tickle them. Miguel’s fingers scrabbling over the heels, going from one to the other in rapid succession, was outright torture. She couldn’t pull her feet away or do anything that might have spared her the tickle torture. All she could do was take it. “NOHOHOHOO!! PLEHEHEHEEASSSEEE STOHOHOHOOOPPPP!!!” Zoey screamed, barely able to believe what she was saying. She had never begged for anything in her damn life, but those fingers on her feet had shattered her strength and pride completely. She was on the verge of being ready to give anything to make it stop. That is, if Miguel let her. “Oh? Should I stop tickling these feet? Or should I make it worse?” Miguel mused, as if asking himself. “You know what? Let’s make it worse!” Happily ignoring Zoey’s cry of anguish, Miguel brought his other hand to bare on the feet, now using both to tickle torture the trapped lightning mage. Zoey’s tormented screams grew even more intense by the second as she felt ten fingers scrabbling up and down her soles as Miguel went all out in his attack. It was so bad that Zoey couldn’t even make any reply to his words, she was simply laughing too hard. Not that she would have been able to make much sense of it herself. The tickling on her feet blasted through all her other senses, forcing her to focus on that and that alone. She wiggled her toes furiously, the only outlet she had and she didn’t even have control over that. Zoey was now acting on pure instinct to the tickling, having been robbed of everything else. The skin on her feet was under assault and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. Miguel seemed to be very good at this, as he flicked and scratched over different parts of the feet, getting increasingly loud reactions from every touch. “Tickle, tickle.” Miguel taunted as his fingers continued to explore Zoey’s feet. “Now, what would you say your worst spot on your feet is?” ‘All of them’ would probably have been the honest answer as it felt like every square inch on Zoey’s feet was in competition with the others to be as insanely sensitive as possible. Having moved up from Zoey’s heels, Miguel focused on her creamy soles, dragging his fingers up and down over them at a rapid rate. “Are you sorry you were so rude to me?” Miguel asked pointedly, raising his voice as he dug his fingers into the base of Zoey’s toes. She curled them up, but that didn’t defend the stems from being subjected to further tickling. Realising that there was only one way out of this, Zoey screamed out a response born of what little concentration she had left. “YEHEHEHEHHEEEEEESSSSS!!” “Well then, apologise.” “I’MMM SOOORREHEHEHEEEEEE!!! I’MMMM SOOHHOHOHOHO SOOOHOHOHOREHEEEEE!!” “Well, that’s a start.” Not satisfied with that, Miguel continued tickling Zoey’s feet, making her dance to his tune as she lost all sense of time and control. Far from the arrogant upstart she had been earlier, Zoey was ready to beg for forgiveness, to do whatever she could to make the torture end. The final straw came when Miguel figured out what spots on Zoey’s feet were the most ticklish, the most unbearably sensitive. The smooth, silks arches on both feet. A mere touch on them was enough to get her screams to reach the heavens. Feeling those fingers flick and scratch away at her arches was more than Zoey could bare, it was a torture that was enough to shatter her proud spirit completely. “PLELEHEHEHEASSEEEE!! IIIHIHIHII GIIHIHIHIVVEEEEE!!” “What’s that?” Miguel asked, as he scratched rapidly across the soles, going side to side at a swift pace. “You surrender already?” “YEHEHEHEEEESSSS!!! PLEEHHEHEEAASSSEEE STTOHOHOHOOOPPP!!” “Is it because you’re a giggly, silly girl?” That would have been a bridge too far, but Zoey didn’t care at this point. She was too ticklish to resist and just wanted it to end, even if she had to play along. “YEHEHEHEESSS!! I’M AHAHAHA GIIIGGGLEEHEHEEEE GGIIIRRRLLLL!! NOHOHOO MOREEE!!” That was enough for Miguel, who, thankfully, withdrew his hands from Zoey’s feet and stopped tickling her, having secured his victory. The sweet release was enough to almost make Zoey grateful that she wasn’t being subjected to the tickling anymore, but she still greatly resented it. She had been defeated. Not just defeated, but abjectly humiliated as well, just because she couldn’t take a little tickling. Even though Zoey knew that it was a weakness, she still hated herself for being susceptible to it. And now, Zoey had a full week of being Miguel’s servant to look forward to. No doubt he was going to get her to crawl and be as subservient as possible. Well, she wasn’t going to be like that. Zoey was going to drag her feet on every command. She was going to show him that she wasn’t truly beat, that she still had her strength, that she… that she… She was being untied? “OK, you’re free to go.” Miguel said, as he tapped the chair after removing the magic-draining rope from Zoey’s body and undid the charms on the furniture, allowing Zoey to move freely. “W-What?” Zoey asked. “I won. You can go.” It took a moment for Miguel’s dismissal of Zoey to really sink in, wondering if he really meant what he said. “B-But your prize… You–.” “Hm? Oh, you acting as my servant? Oh, I don’t really want that. You’d just be a complete pain to deal with in all honesty. I’d rather you just leave.” The sheer amount of disrespect made Zoey flush with anger and she opened her mouth to shoot back, but a pointed look from Miguel made her hesitate and then stop. After all she had just been though, another potential tickle torture session was something she had no wish of going through. “Ugh, fine. Didn’t even want those stupid rings anyway.” Standing up with what tiny shreds of dignity she could muster, Zoey grabbed onto her shoes and socks before heading towards the door, not even bothering to put them on first. She was eager to get out of this place and never come back if she could help it. It seemed as if Miguel was of a similar mindset as he didn’t even offer a mocking taunt for Zoey as she left the apartment, instead using his magic to open and shut the door behind her, leaving her alone outside in the corridor. Zoey stewed as she put on her shoes and socks. Just who did he think he was, treating her like that? Using his magic to trap her and then tickle her until she gave in? Asshole! Zoey began to think she should just go back in and start blasting with her lightning to get what she was owed. She quickly thought better of it, not wanting to risk another torture session like she had just endured. There were other ways to get the rings though, more subtle ways that Zoey certainly wasn’t above using. Zoey felt her spirits lift slightly as she tied her shoelaces and decided to leave the building, for now. She would get those rings, even if she had to go through less than honest ways to get them. That’d do it. Feeling better about things, Zoey resolved on coming back when Miguel wasn’t around. She’d get her hands on her prize alright and nothing would stop her this time… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello there! This Is a wonderful tickle story commissioned tò Quillsman, featuring my super "modest" OC Zoey, getting tickled for her being too confident. I Will update new stories (Also written by me) soon. Let me know if you liked It and please visit the commissioner's account if you enjoy his writing style as i do^^:https://www.deviantart.com/quillsman/gallery

"May your soul leave this earthly prison, so that you may find what truely fulfills your afterlife oh forsaken ones" Emily, a roughly 25 year old girl, chanted on a old cemetery. She belived that accepting the flaws of the dead and offering them to go free will help ghosts of the undead leave their graves and enter into the next live. She keeps this as a great secret and only did this alone, as noone whould take her for fully mentally there, if she told anyone. Perhaps she even had a few loose screws in her head she was anything but stupid. On her recent IQ test she scored a amazing 184 and even when she was in school, she whould top all of her classes with ease. Her massive intellect came from a birth defect that left her brain evolving faster than normal and ended her up with a brain about 30%-40% larger than a normal person. All that in her normal sized skull meant that her brain was constricted in her head and that lead to frequent headaches. Maybe its because of her densely

It was the work of a few minutes for the crew to clear out the broken furniture, leaving it stacked by the door of the bar. Bel had insisted they at least help clean up the mess, since Sami had been the first one to throw a punch. Maybe the locals would be less likely to knife them in their sleep, too. Bel had pressed money into the hands of the now thoroughly cowed barkeep, 'for the trouble', he said, and was cleaning up the various broken bottles behind the bar. There was still a massive tree trunk leading from the countertop to the wall, where it had taken some careful ax work to free the unlucky farmhand, but removing that would be easier said than done. Sami, meanwhile, was busy collecting her various blades from former opponents. Occasional yelps of pain indicated when she cleaned out a wound. Stephen just stared at Bel as he worked, jaw halfway to the floor. "You want to stay here, after we just beat up half the town?" He threw a glance at Sami. “She beat up half the town

Lee was always a quiet young girl about her studies. Long black hair, of Asian descent. She had an athletically slim body and dressed typically feminine, but also dressed masculine to avoid the fact that she wasn't as well endowed as her other typical feminine counter parts even had a name for her alter ego, when she presented this way she went by jin. After a rough year and massive amounts of stress she found herself really being himself more often than not, for men wouldn't sexualize her no one touched her without permission, due to her finger all she really had to do was wear a lose fitting shirt and jeans and of course the one thing most women have realized the joys of men's boxers the way certain pairs caressed their bottom and offered a refreshing amount of support for well someone who doesn't really have the parts. It made them happy but when needed they went by "she/her" when feminine presenting and "he/him" when he is male presenting hardly every pushing the "they/them" aspect. But today was the best day of the last exams as Jin walked around campus free of stress he was feeling great always supported by his peers which ever presented they engaged with. Today there was a party where he confirmed Lee would attend. In the middle of the conversation a friend offered a piece of jewelry for Lee to wear to the party it was a bit in the nose as it was a yin and yang pair of ear rings he felt it was slightly distasteful but the feminine presentation of Lee almost whispered "but it would be so pretty" which confused him bc well he was Lee but either way they didn't think that over the top feminine stuff pushing that temporarily to the side to as he thanked the friend jen regardless bc well her heart was in the right place. As the group disbanded and all finished the finer details of the party and location Jin entered the room and removed his hat that hid their hair and removed the boys jeans peeling away the facade in the full body mirror Lee watched herself slowly undress coming to terms with her flat belly and small but lovely modest breast that were b cup and stared as her hair hung down from its restains relieving the admirable large amount of pain of tying her hair to be Jin. And as she slowly removed the pants she was greeted by traditional wide hips despite her frame and smooth thighs then to toned calves and with the final removal she let out a long slow breath shedding off the presentation of Jin and embracing the fact she was now presenting as Lee in Jin's boxers turning to the side to see the gentle yet nice curve of her ass all the way past the apex of her check down and moved to the point of getting ready for the party the first thing to do was take off jobs underwear and put on lees thong, now admiring the view of her tight shapely ass now on display to due to the feminine underwear. And placed a bra on her bare breast which was a pain for all women but it went super cute with the dress she was planning to wear. At this stage of her life she was proud to be at 115 pounds of lean athletic body frame. Her height aides this as well as the distribution of fat was spread very flatteringly on her slim frame at 5'8 she took out her make up kit not due to skin tone skin concealer was never needed but she did pride the difference in her presentation as Lee with mascara and was pretty good at the angel wing style she had grown find of using used some lipstick to emphasize the subtle red of her lips and slipped on a very well form fitted dress that had some asian traditional inspired themes that eventually melded to a more grunge steampunk machine style in the form of golden sticking with a plain matte black color. She brushed her tangled hair and then looked at her ears ready to put on her new jewelry, as soon as she slipped them through her ear lobes and she couldn't help but smile and for the first time in forever really enjoy the look of her as is, a second thought popped up when draw to where the dress grabbed her chest, her cleavage was normally non existent just due to her preferred clothing style but she felt a heart stopping appreciation of her figure as the dress closed just the right way to give her a decent cleavage appearance for her bust size anyways. She chalked up the burst of true feminine appreciation due to the melting of stress from exam week. Put up her hair and then went off to meet her friends. While on the way to the popular frat house she made small talk as slowly her whole crew assembled. To start she knew jen the gift giver a 5'5 brunette with boobs too big for her body and not much else but she deff used the party as an opportunity to show off her girls. Unfortunately due to the awkward body shape she had insane back muscles that bulged down her back to the rest of her average sized body made her quite popular with the boys, a deep purple metallic dress with bedazzled beads leading to the apex of her canyon of cleavage her breast slightly spilling over the top of she wasn't careful. Allie a red hair freckles girl who was your typical shy girl nerd until you looked at her massive ass swaying left and right in a plaid dress and white button up shirt with glasses. And Jack the guy who seemed very interested in Lee but well wasn't so understanding when it came to Jin he was friendly and tired but clearly wasn't really wrapped up in the idea of these implications he always stated how much he desired to be physically intimate. More than one grabbing the entirety of her left asscheek and being very flirtatious around Lee but was reserved and private more professional when dealing with Jin. The problem you see is both as Jin and Lee they both craved but the problem presenting is Jack is hetero and well Lee wasn't many times as Jin offering to let jack suck him off among other things, there was lust but the idea of presenting to stimulate a part Lee lacks in both presentations wasn't necessarily the problem it was just the comfort of being able to full immerse her self as a full man while presenting as Jin. The group met up well enough and Jack seemed over the moon to see Lee walking over instead of Jin which both hurt but also felt amazing as she was never more comfortable with herself then when someone affirmed how truly beautiful she is. As the group entered the party Lee felt very comfortable I mean really comfortable for 2 seconds at one point she was confused when someone asked about Jin and had to remind herself she's Jin I mean technically they are just her but she's Jin and Lee. She shook it off because again she just finished this stress there in her life and obviously she has had long periods of only being Lee and periods where he was only jin it's just strange for her own brain to make her so aware of this. As her and jen were chatting and enjoying a drink she felt two hands gently slide around her middle sensually intentionally slowly rubbing his fingers then palms grasped her hips and slowly slid until the mit around her toned flat belly until the fingers interlocked she was initially surprised from the deliberate stimulation of contact with the hands as she naturally leaned into him it was all clear that this was Jack and she felt some deep shift in herself. As with Lee and almost separate ethereal projection of jobs voice whispered in her mind " God he would look so much better sucking my cock" she couldn't help but snicker bc strangely in her own separate section of her head she was thinking about grinding against him to slowly slip down to her knees God they were horny whenever Jack was around. But it never felt like this as again they were really just her. But it was strange as in the bliss of no stress she felt almost a mental separation from each of her presentations. Jen took the hint pretty quick and gave a daring wobble of her rack saying " get it girl" before she was scooped away from an average horny frat boy herself. Lee turned to face Jack and locked her fingers together around his neck which he reshuffled his own on her hip bone his finger pressing but also gently resting on the curve of her asscheeks. And the two danced to the song "shut up and dance with me" getting lost in this clear display of affection her brain was overloaded with such a display of affection and attention she decided to be daring and lay her head on his chest. Unbeknownst to her or anyone there were several glints in her ear rings that would become this girls undoing, for unknown to her or even jen the shop jen picked this up from has a certain someone who sells special objects that don't do as they appear. But alas only jen saw was a pretty gift for her friend and a rather goofy yet cool top hat. Out of nowhere in the middle of the dance Lee felt a ride in her heart beat and her thought drifted straight to lustful dirty thoughts feeling every inch of jacks body against her own she felt the blood rush to her face the need to make this man whimper in absolute pleasure she dared to..too..tooooo She kissed Jack who initially shocked was seemingly of the same thought the two had 3 drinks each in them and they wasted no time quickly hoping and wrapping her long legs around his waist, the two moved through the halls knocking into several things on their way. They opened a room and made it to the bed going ahead with the display of passion she felt his hands firmly grip her thigh slipping her dress further up lips locked until he suddenly got up and grabbed something. Walked over and had a brownie in his hand with whipped cream and a cherry, in one fell swoop he scooped the whole cream off the brownie. Lee repositioned her self allowing the straps of her dress to lower as her cleavage bulged forward from the shift in her dress position and the tips of her bra cups poked through, in the most tender gentle motion he peeled her dress down gently off of her left breast and he slipped the bra cup down to bare her breast after a gentle stroke and clear pleasure and moaning from Lee slowly her nipple become hard and erect to which Jack placed the little whip cream and cherry pile on top of her areola, she shuddered losing breath and as he gently lowered his head and opened his mouth engulfing all of the cream in one shot and closing till his lips wrapped around the tip of her nipples she scratched his back and was dry humping at this point. She leaned her head back as she arched her back pulling him fully into her breast . And like that the mood was over for inches behind the darkest area of the room was a long face full of fangs clearly human and mangy with reflective eyes smiling back at her. Causing the two to jump and hit teeth to slightly bite her nipples pretty hard but that wasn't important. She straightened her dress not taking her eyes off the corner and Jack bewildered saying " What what happened are you okay did I do that too rough" " No..no . I just I thought.." Was all Lee could get out as she pointed to a now empty corner. Nothing was there it was empty. Jack tried to get her calmed down and it worked up until he tried to bizarrely feed her the brownie shoving it in her mouth while grabbing her completely flat and still tight belly. Understandably due to nerves she shut that down quickly and didn't even acknowledge how weird it was to grope her belly. He stood there looking down apologetically " I just thought maybe some fun could help" His words disarmed her anxiety like nothing else, she approached him and grabbed his arm " I just.. I don't understand why you touched my belly.. you could've choked me with that brownie by the way" She played it off with an awkward chuckle " What? I mean I know I did the brownie but like you're too small to well grab your belly silly" They both laughed I mean she knew he was right she's fit as can be maybe it was the drinks Just then a distinct male voice she didn't recognize spoke almost in her brain is only said in a very hushed and tired voice " wher.. where.. where am I?" And it deff spooked her but that was the end of it. The party was saved with the pair returning to the party, and she heard a slow song the two danced until a random scream came out in the party, they snapped their heads towards the sound to see it was jen her top drenched with a wide variety of snacks and junk covering her cleavage, but that wasn't the surprising part as they took a closer look clearly she was surrounded by frat bros all laughing and pointing as below her bust was a terribly distended and bloated belly she was laughing causing her bloated belly to jiggle her tits chocking out " What...the ...the hell guys I said enough booze" They rushed to her and said they were leaving as they heard some frat bros said " bye piggy piggy she almost popped you guys" they weren't far off the mark as they shouldered Jen's weight and addition beer belly weight she was moaning and groaning apologizing as they assured her it was okay. Not long after they left they discovered Allie with her ass on full display for some frat guy who ripped the plaid part of her dress as she was crying. They hailed her over and offered some comfort and we're on their way, they dropped Allie first as well her ass was massive so hardest thing to hide she thanked them blushing furiously and closed the door Jack carried jen from this point as some of the bloating went down and the alcohol was making it impossible to keep shouldering her thankfully some of that seemed to lighten her as her belly seemed to gurgle and roar but all the same shrink. Then it was just Jack and Lee after they tucked the poor girl in with her roomies with a basket. Last they say her stoned roommate was helping but clearly mesmerized but her massive mammaries at this point seconds from popping out of the top of her dress. With all the stress the Romance disappeared, it was back to the friend stage, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead and wished her a good night. The boozy joy she was feeling finally turned into a deep sleep. Though deep and enough to keep her asleep the sleep was anything but restful. It started well enough she was at the dance. They were dancing and everything embarrassing never occurred as they stayed in a group, but it slowly started to twist in subtle ways like how once second in the dream Jen was sober and laughing and in a blink it was the same blowing and distending she suffered at the height of the party, what made it weirder was her belly in the dream looked bigger which was not subtle as in the dream her dressed front was completely exposed in an bloated white globe and to ass to it Allie was bare ass twerking against Jen in an awkward image of her ass clapping being muffled but Jen's gargantuan gut jiggling with each clap. As she was gonna go to her altered friends a hand firmly grasped her forearm and the room turned black, the next moment she saw light she was in only her bra and panties restrained to a chair, and what seemed like Jack was tinkering madly with a machine. Tears stung this dream world as she trembled and shook saying " Jack..Jack what are you.. Jack..jac" She was cut off by rough hands caressing her cheek and inserted a tube roughly in her mouth partially down her throat she gagged a little as it rested into place muffled and moaning for a response. Clearly the figure has Jack's physique but the face was blacked out. She heard something whir and churned just barely out of sight but couldn't ignore the smell of brownies.. it came into focus slowly as a massive gallon of pure brownie batter was being mixed and kept fresh with tubes leading to..m the machine it was then that she focused on the stranger near a switch, and as she tugged her arms and arched her back he sadistically took one finger to his lips, in a "shhhh" motion, and flipped the switch she tried to free her self she was desperate for freedom is this guy insane look at how skinny she is she can't fit all that inside her. But it was to no avail she watched the dark brown liquid slowly lurch and crawl its way to her mouth with a clear disregard to oxygen she started to breath shallowly and quickly until she was met with the richest and most delicious brownie batter she's ever tasted thick and smooth. She was pleasantly surprised to find due to thickness it was slow enough to breath, the part that made her worry was the moment she recognized the feeling of the batter reaching her belly. The first couple minutes wasn't too bad as her belly was simply filling. But after 5 minutes the taste turned bland and the fullness started to settle in her belly hard, the stranger rolled a wide body mirror in front of her, she wasn't scared as much panicked when she saw her belly reach it's first limit and started to fill out pushing gently in a little bloat which evolved to a hard swallow helpless to do anything else she watched in vivid detail as her belly boated and distended into a round dome after 10 minutes her belly had become a warzone groaning and gurgling as is gree larger and bigger, to anyone else it wasn't like her belly was huge but it was bigger then she had ever seen it on her body, she was breathing deep and long as she was forced to swallow more batter with each passing minute. At this point she could feel her belly stretching and filling starting to inch its way down her thighs and further out rounder and larger. She gave a weak whimper as the stranger just seemed to look and take strange joy in her bellies progress, her belly was furious with her and tight but strangely not in pain she took a glance at the gallon as impossible as it seemed it was barely a third empty she pleaded silently as she swallowed tears filling her eyes. This seemed to prompt the stranger to move his face to someone looking like some features but she couldn't quite recognize as who but recognize as it was simply there as if he was taking shape he slowly approached she got the sense of anxiety in her heart and he hovered the side of his face out of her sight due to the restraints and then gently kissed and lowered his head down her body, to her horror she realized though gentle this freak was getting off on this. Her belly looked like a small soccer ball at this point bloating only further and further out filling her lap. Just then her attention was snapped as the freak seemed to take an interest in her breast a pair of scissors slipped between the middle of her bra cups and with a SNIP Her breast became bare and fingers found there was gently circling her areolas as she wanted to protest she only swallowed more batter and arched her back jutting her belly into the stranger. He wasn't so gentle in the next minute pinched hard and aggressively tugging her nipples and just as quickly attaching nipple clamps down on her stretched nipples. She couldn't do much but it only lasted a moment as her belly has now approached the size of a large basketball tight and round taking up over half of her thighs. And even more scary the stranger is just hovering as if to meet her expanding belly inch by inches the space between her bloated belly and his face met she shuddered as his lips kissed her belly vigorously and his hands now free to fondle grabbed her belly and felt its weight on his hands as if sizing her up, his fingers seemed to sink into her bloated flesh jiggling her belly furiously causing a whole wave of nausea in her with no warning he slapped her belly hard and she felt her skin sting where his hand was and even worse still watched his hand go from resting to her belly pushing out further in sheer desperation she prayed it would end she hoped she would just burst she couldn't take anymore. She glanced at the gallon jar which in a turn of events was thankfully empty she then traced the hose and followed the last of the batter still a couple feet away getting smaller and smaller at this point her belly had gotten so big and so full she looked heavily pregnant her legs where forced apart as tho she was straddling her own belly. She painfully swallowed the last of it. And drew in as much breath as she could suddenly the restraints snapped off like they just popped and she immediately cradles her over stuffed gut, the stranger appeared as if going to grab her just one thought screamed in her brain the pain climaxing she was there the limit she feared she survived just to burst anyways oh no a loud male voice emanating from the stranger yelled deep and long "JJJINNNNNN" she awoke in a cold sweat breathing heavily still the same size still the same shape looking around wildly before breathing and laughing at the events of such a weird dream. she went into her dorm shower. Where she stripped and turned the shower on out of nowhere she was hit with an intense hunger pain just a growl deep from her belly but she said " You have to wait" With that she hopped in the shower ignored her hunger and washed her body to give her the clean feel of not being coated in sweat. She put in a nice pair of shirt and a black form fitting tee and went to go eat but caught the eating still in her ears she was gonna take them out but what would be the point she had a day to start. With that she had breakfast normally a piece of toast. And left the dorm however not too long after leaving she felt starved desperately hungry she didn't have to get to class just yet so she went to the school cafe and then piled more food then she ever naturally eat on her tray with at least three servings of eggs 12 bacon strips a bagel 3 big pancakes and two glasses of orange juice. A mental scare at what she just got had her worried till she only ended up eating 2 pancakes 5 bites of eggs and 2 bacon strips she packed up the rest and grabbed a bagel. As she was on the way to her dorm now because of left overs she ran into Jen " Hey Jen how are you feeling" " Oh girl I'm never drinking again my figure is fine but my headdd..." She enphizise by grabbing her head and pretending it was pounding harder then it clearly was " What you got there?" She asked " Oh just some meal prep at this point I woke up starving today" " Well I'm happy to see Lee today" she said It was a weird statement for sure but normal she supposed she had been Jin for so much of the exams who wouldn't be surprised if the popular boy disappeared as the long legged thighs of Lee made their appearance may be a bit of a surprise " I just feel more Lee today may be one of those times haha" Lee replied " Well I look forward to being able to talk about anything other then how much Jin want to fuck my tits" she said spanking Lee on the right asscheek playfully With that the girls had some words and then Lee was off now on a time crunch. She dropped her food in her little dorm counter and was about to leave until a strange ringing happened and suddenly she blacked out. By the time she came too she was in her shorts and tee but the day had past and weirder still her food was all gone the boxes broken open and her balance was off as she got up it was at that point she was greeted by a very full very bloated belly causing her shirt to ride up a little and her pants unbuttoned and her thong coated in what was clearly her orgasm residue. Her belly was a slim tanner line between the lip of her thing and the bottom of her shirt. She looked at her phone and saw she had multiple messages, subconsciously she was rubbing her full belly as she saw messages. Some from Jen some from Allie both were weird Allie start off by asking if I met the new guy, and jen asked if I had some wipes as the new boy broke in her rack and he is fineeee, confused she decided to gain info and responded no she hadn't met the guy. Jen wasted no time with a pic of her tits absolutely covered in ropes of thick cum and heard a knock at her door. She quickly sucked in zipped up and then tugged her shirt down she wasn't terribly bloated as she disgusted the food she apparently ate it was easy to hide the rest of the bloat. She opened the door and jen was there with dirty paper towels covering her cleavage as she didn't clean it all. " What happened" Lee pointed " Oh this is all that boy levy" she said " Oh damn" was lees response bc Jen had a lot of relastate you see the cover her bust this guy busted a lotttt. She grabbed a pack of wipes on her desk and tossed them to Jen. " Where were you today" " Oh I was busy today that's all" " Yeah but I mean God I could've shared" she said as she tossed a joe dirty stick wipe to Lee " Oh yeah but I bet he's no jack" Lee said " Oh he's better here check out this photo" she said opening her phone to lees face The first thing to note was well levy was also Asian great, and he had a beard not thick but enough to cover his face but Lee almost chuckled for he looked like well when she dressed as Jin obviously he was a big more muscular and a bit more well male. But she took confidence in knowing she was pretty good at passing for a man. " Well I see the girls had fun for sure" Lee said this as a thick strand plopped off Jen's breast to the wipe with a SCHLOOPP " Oh yeah mans deff a tits man for sure" jen responded finishing cleaning her boobs " So he stated today" " No he said he's been here just in diff classes I guess. " I'll have to see if I run into him I guess" The convo ended there as she walked Jen to the dorm door and then closing the door she was greeted by another ping of hunger it was super excessive this time. She rubbed her belly took a trip to the bathroom and then started cooking at 8pm before she knew it she was mid slurp when she saw the clock read 1am and her cheeks puffed before she chewed her bite. " This is gonna take some fixing I guess can't be up this long" With that she went to sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Lee had an unusual spike in hunger and was eating like a very large amount this girl use to eat that for breakfast, noodles for lunch, and then a chicken sandwich for dinner but now she was eating anything and everything she could. Unfortunately it was wrecking her slim lithe form about 2 weeks in she realized her pants where getting tight her breast had shot up 2 bra sizes to D-cup she wasn't complaining she was just hungry. By week three Allie stopped by to give her take the levy was actually an ass man and he used Jen's tits bc that's where all her fat is. A month passed at this point of eating so much she went from 115 lbs to 140lbs which seemed to find it's place in her thighs ass and a nice pooch of a belly she hardly noticed her belly as well Jack was giving everywhere else attention according to Jen levy has been getting jacked and she is now if the opinion levy and Lee would be perfect together. She didn't think to actually let anyone know she is backing out she just assumed she was becoming what is called a foodie, it wasn't till she looked in the mirror at just how much larger her ass had grown she realized she really hasn't presented as Jin in the longest time didn't by clothes to be him. She figured well she make have more boobage and a booty now she might as well see what it would look like to be Jin again. She slipped off her clothes which grew more feminine now that she had stuff to strut. She slipped on her old pair of boxers she would wear to be Jin which stretched massively and did not cover anything, her ass was just barely able to be covered no matter how much she stretched it up her thick thighs it was practically cutting circulation and she smartly cut it off causing her cheeks and thighs to jiggle as the release of tension. And then at least tried to throw over her baggy shirt until she could see one her hips naturally being wide, that her boobs where not hidden by the shirt anymore, even more as if seeing it for the first time she saw the impression of her belly against the now tight shirt. Her hands rested on her belly and almost took her back to that nightmare she had moths ago I like how hard yet soft it was in her nightmare her belly was just soft and jiggly pliable like dough she traced the rim of her belly button which strangely lately has been driving her crazy she started to recall that she developed a pattern of after eating riding her dildo long and hard feeling the food slosh in her belly and even giggled remembering the first time she realized her ass reached the size she could clap it while riding the dildo it was such a turn on. Another couple months passed her eating stayed the same so naturally apart from 3lbs give or take her eight didn't fluctuate it was graduation. She stopped being Jin for what feels like a lifetime. But today she would meet levy that biggest mystery she has is this apparently buff Asian man she was supposed to meet never met her. Jen hyped him up not long after Jack came out as gay, that was a rough patch to her ego she was fairly proud she didn't become a fat pig after that. But she was gonna meet levy cone hell of high water. Maybe try that throbbing cock Jen always bragged about. Allie flaked after a while apparently becoming a bitch bc her ass got her even more attention then Jen as it seems fat asses became the trend and not massive titties like Jen. Times were weird. Jen became an outcast bc she only focuses on blow jobs titty fucks and drugs. Lee didn't see her much but always tried to be supportive as her friends once full impressive rack became saggy and almost deflated due to drug use and constat titty fucks not the brimming full boobs that she once clung to fame with. She sat in her seat and attended when her name was called for it was getting close to Levy's name and passed out. When she woke a familiar bizarre sense took her over as she was dreaming but now she was in a Store there was a gentleman clean cut a trimmed beard with a top hat and a warm face. He said " I see you may be in need of my services" " This is a dream" " What you need is in dreams" " Then what do I need" There was something off about him his appearance was friendly his face was happy. But it was almost like there was something behind him no that's not right it's just it felt like who she was looking at wasn't him. " I need to just know where to go" " Well your filling out nicely I see you put my charm to use" " WhAt" she said disturbingly " I don't care much for how you use it but you got another in there somewhere who's been a naughty naughty man" " I don't know what your talking about" She was confused trying to comprehend this dream " Who is levy" He gave a smile but she swore there was something wrong with it his teeth were straight but you know if you put some fangs there he looked almost familiar, he snapped his fingers and her earrings the earrings Jen gave her she never took off was off. She felt like she was suddenly hold like she always felt whole but Jin took up a compartment on her brain she always felt but when the earrings appeared in his hand it was almost like Jin when with them. " Times to wake up" That was the last thing he said as he backed away head turned Lee went to protest but when his siloette turned and she caught the side of his face his eyes seemed to be reflective she jumped and before she knew it she was actually awake in a cabin just waking up. She heard a door close and heard heavy foot steps and a quick " Honey I'm home" She lay there as something if recognition fired in her head she was comfortable but not too comfortable. " Hey" The footsteps then headed to the door and with no real expectation it was as if she just woke up from the nightmare with a twist of the know she saw a sight she truly wasn't expecting. She saw Jin or more correctly she saw a male physical representation of what she always wanted to pass as he was buffer then she expected and he was not exactly what she looked like. He approached her and she took in some very strange information here her belly was actually pretty chubby and hanging out of her shirt her breast where easily 5 times her b-cup now at a nice heavily filled DDD-cup boobs, her ass was as massive as her hips were wide her thighs where full. She was older her hair was longer. She looked confused " What" Jin sat down a s though he had been through this before " I know honey I know this may not make sense but we met in college you could say you brought me to life but you have short term memory" " Short term memory" " Yes honey it started in college but was well not at progressed do you know my name?" " Jin?" She said questioning " No babes no levy Jin was you or who I thought you were when we met silly" " Right" was all she said looking at her massive breast or at least they were massive compared to college " How long has it been?" He offered She nodded "Well the good news is it's been 2 years since graduation" " 2 years" she exclaimed " Yes, you well when you revealed yourself as Lee and stopped being me you became my feedee" " Being you?" She said " Meeting I said meeting" " Feedee" He reached over and grabbed a handful of her belly and leaned in " Oh yeah going from 115- 198lbs has beena. Treat for me to do to you" " I'm so huge" " You could eat more" " What??" Suddenly she woke up a second time in college. Confused her belly was still just a pooch belly her boobs were still only 2 sizes bigger then the B-cups she had and her ass was big but not massive like that dream. A knock at the door grabbed her attention. She got up to go to the door but realized she didn't feel her earrings. As she opened the door the very same man she saw in her dream was there he looked stern serious but not as buff muscular for sure. But not like her dream. " Who are you" " Who are we you mean?" " What the hell are you talking about about" she stomped her foot which she only slightly regretted as her ass jiggled behind her " I'm Jin" he said sighing " No I'm Jin" " Look at that as look at you body your not me anymore I'm as confused as you here" " This isn't funny' she said " Ok can I come in I just wanna become one again and I thought since my necklace disappeared well every says you wear earrings" he trailed off as he saw lees ears bare Before she knew it he was in the room closing the door and locking it and started digging " No no noo. I'm not supposed to be here I'm supposed to be you" He was saying. She didn't understand till he bent over he was digging in places only she knew stuff was in how would he know that?, suddenly he said "Your hungry" but as if panicked She didn't want to admit but her belly was growling slightly as she averted her eyes. The full reason he seemed panicked didn't take long to become clear as she drew her eyes back to him he was breathing hard and holding both ends of the desk he was looking in till she reached what was a surprisingly large bulge growing long down his leg. " I need to get back together with you we can't not find the necklace or earrings" he said He panicked turning himself towards her arching his hips as the iron rod in his pants revealed was not the only development as two shaped also appeared to budge and swell in his pants. He was acting like an animal,bucking his hips and moaning as his iron rod pushed more against his pants than well any man she had met to date. Just as it looked like things were getting bleak and may have gotten very confusing he shoved himself past her and barrled into her door and demanded she locked it. She did not bc he told her too but bc she was starting to panick as well " You need to eat Lee" he pleaded " Why are you so worried about me eating?" She asked " We are a feeding damnit!, you don't find it weird your friends have told you of all the sex I have when you go on a bender?" All of a sudden she was brought back to a full fresh breasted Jen talking about him, Allie, rumors, waking up from a black out. Still she looked down at her form past her boobs at her chubby partially exposed belly just wrapping her head around the fact this well adjusted young adult had to have a kink for getting fat? No not fat that happened obviously but full constantly full. The heart of her belly once it was round and full was her biggest draw to this as if on que Jin/levy let out a very clear pleasure able moan and heard something land in her toilet she was trying really hard not to think about how obvious it was what just happened. " What if I don't eat" " You can't not look at what your doing to me" " Your just me right so why are you going around hoeing while I get this" she jesrured to the bathroom door and gave her tummy a gentle jiggle " Please I can't stand how this is affecting me you think it's fun popping a boner bc your the aspect that took the sexual frustration here" he pleaded as more noise from roped of cum entered her toilet " I just I can't this is to weird I'm just not the kids to eat while that is going on in my bathroom" " You have to please or I will I won't die in a bathroom bc you starve yourself you hear me" he shouted another long pleasure moan escaping him She was gonna stand her ground she was gonna ride it out I mean people get horny it passes just like hunger. But all before she could protest five short minutes later of moaning and cumming Jin decided for her and burst through the door she was just met with the most bizarre sight a nice admirably sexy man who was in reality her as a male apparently with the world's largest cock and balls she had seen with tons of cum smearing all his clothes. Coming straight for the girls. On one fell swoop he pinned her and make quick work of knocking her out. When she awoke she was in a room with not a lot of light in just her bra and panties, strapped to a chair she had to assume hours passed given how dark it was in the air hung the sweet smell of cake and brownie. Her heart pounding in her chance she called out "Jin?" " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry but this has to happen I don't wanna find out what happens if I... Well I go fuck myself with how I am right now" Out of the shadows Jin appeared cleaned up still rock hard his balls thankfully seemed to be emptying by this point but well she didn't want to wait around but she knew exactly what she was setting up and she wasn't sure she wanted that either. He approached her chair and gently caressed her face before ripping his hand away the look in his eyes where one of anguish disappointment resentment as well it dawned on her that this part of her never loving it own life till recently she couldn't imagine what it was like Everytime she pigged out this side of her was sent on the hunt for well release. It was so bizarre as she wasn't sympathetic to what he was doing but she could empathize with his circumstance considering she often masturbated when she was Jin. " Please Jon you don't have to do this we don't even know if it will work" " I need to try it's taking everything not to fuck your throat myself and well I'm still in enough control to again not want to fuck myself" He tightened down some straps which unlike her dream must've looked like a real parody her belly already lightly rested on her thighs due to her weight gain her breast hung their plump and well supported her hips becoming wide with a nice pair of love handles to boot and her thighs like doughy mounds squished together in her seat. For the briefest of seconds while adjusting the straps around her head she felt the iron rod cock against her brushing her belly first and resting against her lower breast as he finished hearing him shudder from what she could assume was stimulation. Soon after she saw a nice hose meant for her before she could make her final plea he put a ball gag on her minus the ball and got to work shoving the tube down her throat as if he was an expert it didn't hurt it just went in her mouth and settled in place gently. He walked briskly towards the hook up which was a total of two gallons of cake batter on one side and brownie batter in the other the hose separated into two and met as one to the tube currently in her throat. She was not gonna get off easy as both would mix the richness of the chocolate brownie and the sweetness and lightness of the cake. It didn't take long till she heard Jin already flip the switch. She did her best to tug and pull but was firmly in place with Jin's straps. He watched as she did as the batter combo made it's way slowly to her mouth and started pouring down her throat in a matter of minutes the only sound was swallowing and machine whirring that is until she realized unlike her dream the batter ran out quicker then her dream she was about 1/4 of the way through in minutes before the batter pushed her belly out further. She could do nothing but bloat and feel fuller then she has ever been moaning unintentionally. Jin was clearly feeling the effects of his well his side of the deal as he couldn't help but at first seem like he was pushing his cock away from him until she realized he was loosing the battle gentle stroking himself trying in vain to alleviate the surge in hormones affecting him his head rolled back as she moaned and groaned her belly very upset with this unexpected amount as her belly now pushed beyond its limit getting to full blown bloat she looked pregnant with how much her belly bloated due to the batter combo. Her thighs felt every inch of her stuffing as it crept further and further down her thighs while the top of her belly started to shift her cleavage towards her face. She was thankfully a little over half way done from each barrel. That was her hope till Jin lost his battle of gentle stimulation and came long and hard shooting a thick hit rod of cum that regretfully landed across her swollen middle the amount was surprising as he came about as big as she felt. He collapsed on the floor still stroking after this round and crawled towards Lee. All sense of consciousness gone from his eyes as he cleaned his cum and then grabbed her belly with both hands feeling her tightly packed belly just fill his hands. She moaned at the stimulation she wasn't sure if just the shifting if the batter in her belly or the fact he was desperate yet tenderly touching her but she was starting to feel her own juices flowing, this was only spurred into the fact Jin's fingers reached her lower belly his fingers slipping between her legs to her inner thigh feeling every available inch. Before either of them knew it she swallowed the final drip of the batter right as Jin's fingers started to tease her moist woman hood. Her hips betraying her as she grinded into her finger while pulling in her arm restraints. When all said and done the ballot bloated her up to the size of a slightly above average pregnant woman. She didn't need to prompt before Jin removed her hose and loosened some straps. She thought at least that was it she was through the worst of it. But then Jin proved her wrong intensely kissing her on the lips, her left breast in his hand. She moaned not just for the unexpected stimulation but as some of the restraints were released. Her belly seemed to weight even heavier against her chubby frame. But worse still she felt his cock start rising harder and thiccer against her bloated belly pressing his body into her her belly weighting heavily against him the two ended up with her awkwardly straddling him. Her belly taking up most of his torso as his hands moved to grab her meaty hips her ass pushing against his manhood. Her very own mosif and dripping it slowly all too slowly occured to her that she was actually actively turned on this once normally she ate and tossed out she was in just as much trouble as Jin right now. Her breast hanging before his face he plopped her breast free of her bra her nipples already hard and erect. His lips found her right nipple and he began to aggressively suck. In the next couple minutes the two finally broke and went all in she felt him slide himself into her, and she pulled his head tightly into her chest. In a blue of motions the two did what neither wanted to do initially and really went to town. Two minutes had passed before he stiffened and came long and hard as her belly made an impossible final push out a couple more inches. But when she came she finally released and caught her breath she was alone Jin was gone not ran away not leaving just disappeared as she leaked his seed from herself and was left totally nude and bloated. She hurried to her room at least as fast as she could being so stuffed and found enough to cover her along the way. Once back in her room she noticed a feather with a note. She couldn't read it as the feather she had seen was just the same from that guys top hat in her dream. She didn't think about that night for long after, it had been years and due to her well understanding of her hidden kink her and Jack got together made a relationship and she didn't know but God did Jack enjoy every inch he put on her waistline. Jen got off the drugs she looks a lot better for some breast reduction surgery and looks pretty well put together Allie talks every so often with the new crazy of ass she didn't change as much as become more humble and the top ranking onlyfans girl bc with the new ass obsession many women alters there ass or put in to much weight. You see Allie here was someone who just had a huge round ass there was no work done on it it was naturally smooth no cellulite no dimples no sagging just a giant round tight ass. Lee ended up weighting herself, one day 200lbs, her arms like most do her body put on some size but not as much as she expected her face grew rounder but it actually complimented her skin completion more her breast grew with age and weight gain doubled from the DDD-cup she had and and ass that would rival Allie if it wasn't for the fact it's clearly more fat to muscle ratio but she wasn't in competition the wiggle and jiggle drive Jack wild. Jin faded in her mind as she became well figure wise more feminine then her college days. She no longer worried about the belly she sported as Jack always and her feel beautiful at all sizes.

My wife and I really wanted to try something new this year. We have a standing tradition that we try new or different things over the holiday for Christmas and into new year. Well, I knew that this year was gonna be very different from the normal kinky onslaught of festivities in the bedroom. I just didn't expect that it would get as crazy as it did. I'm not complaining, like at all. I'm just a little overwhelmed by what my wife did. She bought a magic lamp, what I thought was gonna be a hoax. We exchanged gifts last night, Christmas eve per our tradition, and she gave me the lamp. I gave her a brand new milking machine because the one we've had was starting to wear out. She loves lactating and breastfeeding me, and I can't say that I'd want it any other way. All that actually changed last night, though. My wife was definitely happy with her new milker. The old one wasn't pumping as hard and the motor was getting really weak so she wasn't getting drained as much as she enjoys from the thing. But then, when I opened the gift she gave me, I was a little dumbfounded that it looked like an old oil lamp. Don't get me wrong, I like antiques but this was supposed to be a sexy, fun gift for both of us to enjoy. I looked at her a little sideways because she knew I'd been hoping that she'd have gotten something more practical for the bedroom. Y'know, like a strap on she could use on me, or one of those newfangled butt plugs that vibrates and provides just enough of a shock that it makes you clench up. Kind of like having a tens unit up your butt. She explained that this was supposed to be one of those genie lamps and helps to activate it by grabbing my hand and both of us rubbing it. I definitely didn't expect that a genie would actually come out, but one did. We were both stunned by the female genie that materialized in a puff of multicolored fog. This woman was fucking hot too. A bit bustier than my wife, raven black hair in a pony tail that hung down to her ass, brazed caramel color skin, and she was wearing a crop top and booty shorts. Which surprised us both. She introduced herself as Esmara and informed us that both of us would receive three wishes each, being that we both rubbed her out of her lamp. My wife was ecstatic and quickly hugged her, then was whispering something to her. I tried to hear what she was telling the genie, but she was being too quiet. So I was checking Esmara out, looking her body over. Oh my God she had one of those bubbled asses that you could bounce a nickel off of. Esmara had one hell of a body on her. Both of them were giggling as I scoured every inch of this genie's body visually. "I think I can accommodate that wish," Esmara said. Her middle eastern accent only lent to her exotic beauty, as she turned around and began kissing me. I almost pulled away from her, until my wife got behind me, pressing her tits into my back. My pajama pants were already becoming tented by my growing erection. "It's ok baby," my wife started, "Kiss her. Touch her. Play with her." Esmara was already pulling my hands from her hips to her ass as we continued kissing, while my wife was groping me. We'd talked about having a threesome for some time, but this was definitely a sexy shock that my wife would choose a genie to be the one we took to bed with us. Esmara's ass was exquisite in shape, size, firmness and then I felt her hands squeezing my ass. After a minute of being groped, front and back, Esmara began to stop kissing me. Then she turned me around to look at my wife. Who quickly got on her knees in front of me and yanked my bottoms down. Esmara peeked over my shoulder and gasped, "Oh my. You do have a nice one. I haven't seen one like yours in a long time." She took hold of my shaft as my wife was putting her hair up. "Uh, baby. Are you sure this is what you... hhhuuggnnnnn," I tried to ask just before I suddenly blew my load. Right on my wife's big tits. Granted that I thought my wife would look great with much bigger breasts than she had, which they were full e cups from repeated induction of lactation, mainly. "Watch," Esmara said in my ear as she pushed my head forward. As I looked at my wife, her tits covered in my cum, they began to slowly swell. My cum was being absorbed into them as she moaned in a very sexy way. Her nipples were rock hard and they were growing bigger with her tits. "Hard soldier needs huge tits to fuck. Full balls need to be drained. But we want that thick cock to grow long enough to stuff both of us full without losing potentcy," Esmara spoke softly in my ear. I groaned as Esmara squeezed the shaft of my 6 inch long, inch and three quarter thick dick. Then used it to beat my wife's nipples, before my wife caught it with her deepening cleavage. My dick felt like it was getting harder, but it also felt like it was stretching like one of those long balloons being blown up. "Oh fuck, fuck, shit," I moaned. Then Esmara grabbed my balls and gently fondled them. Rolling them softly in her fingers as she kissed my neck and nipped at me. My grape sized balls were suddenly growing along with my dick and it was really pleasurable. It really did resemble having them being blown up like balloons as my wife's warm, wet mouth encased my growing manhood. "Uh huh, big man," Esmara's sultry voice purred in my ear. "Your wife asked me to join you both on a journey of sexual exploration and I just couldn't say no," she explained. Then she was sucking, licking, and nibbling my ear as she rolled my nipples in her fingers. My wife was sucking me like a porn star, as usual, but this felt waayyy better than normal. My wedding tackle was growing, my wife was sucking me at a slow pace, Esmara continued her teasing. My wife suddenly stopped, then stood up, "Look honey." I looked at my wife, whose tits were now so much bigger. "Holy fuck. Look at those. Hhaahhh," I moaned as Esmara pulled at my nipples. My wife's tits had to be around an h cup in size, veins standing out against her skin. My jaw dropped open and my mouth began to water from just thinking about how much milk those massive melons would make. She stepped up to me, pushing her tits against me, "I take it that you like my newly added size? I really like how much you've grown but this is just the beginning baby." My dick and balls were still growing as I was throbbing hard and really starting to feel how big my balls were getting. I tried to reach down, but both of them stopped me. "Uh uh uh, that's not for you to play with. This," my wife squeezed my dick, "is for us to play with. Now be a good boy and lay down so we can have some fun, big boy." I was suddenly falling backwards onto the bed after my wife pushed me. "Woah," I said as I fell. Barely landing before Esmara was straddling me over my stomach. She was naked and I could feel how wet she was already. Her tits were now smaller than my wife's and they were fucking gorgeous. Dark areolae and nipples topping her ff cups, her nipples were nice and thick while barely long enough to suck on good. "So now I have a prince and a princess to serve. Would my prince like to try my wares?," Esmara said, cupping her nice tits. I slid my hands up her thighs to her hips, up her body to her breasts and squeezed. She moaned as I squeezed her nipples, and much to my surprise, they got longer as they stiffened. That's when I noticed that her tits felt fuller than what they should, and then tiny droplets formed on her nipples. "Oh, you're lactating too? Well, by all means, I think I should try your milk," I said. At the same time as Esmara began to bend over, my wife began sucking my enhanced cock. Which was now eight inches long and felt like it had stopped growing. I licked the first drop from Esmara's left nipple. It was sweet, like a date or a raisin, and I couldn't help latching on to her like a hungry child. Esmara moaned softly as I felt my wife wrap her now huge tits around me, continuing the blow job. I was soon rewarded with her swollen nipple and that sweet, very creamy milk filling my mouth. Her milk was so warm and wonderful as I groped her boob to help express her milk. I reached behind her with my free hand and cupped her ass as my wife squeezed her tits tight around my shaft. I moaned at that and Esmara hugged my head to her breast gasping in pleasure. Her milk squirting out of her like a fountain as I gulped it down, so hungry for it, like I would do to my wife. I slid my finger up the crack of Esmara's ass, eliciting another surprised gasp, and she wiggled on top of me. My wife's mouth left my dick, "I wonder if Esmara would like to ride my big man." Then my hand was batted away from Esmara's ass and she slid back. I felt my dick being handled and being used to tease Esmara's sex. She was literally dripping wet and slid down my shaft so easily, and God was she tight. "Uh huh. Now ride my husband until he pumps you full, you slutty genie. He can give you a baby, if that's possible," I heard my wife say. "Baby, what are you saying? Fuck. Ahhh, you're so fucking tight. You really want me to get her pregnant?," I couldn't believe this. Esmara felt like she was trying to suck my dick with me inside her. She began rolling her hips as she slid up and down my shaft, causing me to groan. My wife caressed my now huge balls, "I think it only fair to give this wonderful woman something to remember us by since we're going to get so much from her. Don't you think, baby? Just make sure you pump her pretty pussy full for her like my good little man," my wife said as she began to roll my left nipple in her fingers. I was already suckling Esmara again when my wife said this, and when she rolled my nipple, I couldn't help arching my back in such mind boggling pleasure. I sucked harder on Esmara's breast, causing her to squeal and moan as she picked up her pace. Bouncing faster and I could feel her squeezing with her inner muscles as she went up each time. "Yes. Yes, please. Give me babies. Both of you. I want both of you giving me babies," she moaned and she kissed my wife. She was even groping my wife's hige tit, my wife moaning into the kiss and the fondling of her huge breast. I finished Esmara's milk in her left tit and was holding her ass as I was getting close. My balls felt so fucking swollen and full. I looked at my wife, who was completely naked, I still had my pajama top on and it was unbuttoned, laying open. Part 1

Dan seethed with anger as he watched the staff at the bustling theme park grant special privileges to a pregnant lady who had cut ahead of him in line. His frustration peaked as he muttered some disparaging words under his breath. "Unbelievable," he thought to himself, feeling a potent mixture of irritation and injustice. He couldn't fathom why this woman was getting preferential treatment when he had been waiting patiently for what felt like an eternity. Infuriated, Dan couldn't hold back any longer and resorted to calling her a "disgusting fat cow." His comment reverberated through the air, and he could feel the eyes of other visitors upon him. After a few moments of heated exchange with the woman, Dan, in a fit of anger, decided to storm off in search of a different attraction where he could escape the mounting annoyance. But his escape was cut short by a bizarre and unsettling sensation. As he walked away from the line, an inexplicable warmth began to tingle at his lower back

(Based off of an obscure game called Kingdoms and Castles. Witches in the game demand materials in return for spells and stuff) A big heave and then a big drop. Followed by a trotting away. The immortal yet beautiful witch leaves her small hut to be greeted by a load of foods. Breads, porks, fish, apples and even dragon meat. All there for her. Just a year ago the King of the realm had made a deal with the witch that said if the king gave her a large amount of food, the witch would provide magical protection to his land. He had held up his part of the deal, and so did she. She rose her hands up high and out came powerful green magics that dispersed in to the clouds. She got to work stewing the food up. Hurriedly she prepared the meal, before awaiting the recipient. The witch had been stuck in a long term deal of her own, having to prepare food for a powerful dragon lest she wanted to be eaten. The witch sat patiently for the beast to come from the salty seas, twirling her silky long brown hair and flipping her hat. Hours past, long after the dragon was supposed to come. Yet she sits there bored. Finally the dragon arrives, but not how she has expects. Its corpse washes up on the shore, seemingly having died of old age. The witch pokes and prodes at the beast, waiting for it to stir. Yet it just rots in response. The lady cheers happily at the site of its corpse. She was no longer bound by the evil beast's deal and no longer lived in of it. But now she had a massive pot of magically tasty stew with no one to share it too. It was obviously expendable to the King, since he gave it to her. So the citizens of the Kingdom won't need it. The though of having it all to herself was pleasing. And she decided to take a pot. She tasted her work and instantly fell in love. The taste was perfect, heavenly and almost addicting. She quickly sculled down the bowl in her hands and went for a second. She slurped it down, sip by sip, until it was empty yet again. The witch hangered for another, her belly audibly sloshing. By her third bowl, it was starting to feel tight. In her desperation for more, the witch casted a spell right into her belly. Her stomach instantly let up, enough room for maybe the entire pot. Her eyes lit up as she realised she could go for a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. By her eleventh, her belly was swollen past that of a 9 month pregnant woman, swaying and wobbling like a balloon. She couldn't help but eat and eat it. The enormous weight was starting to way her down and she simply casted it off like it was nothing. The stew was barely even finished even after eleventh servings. The witch was enamoured by the taste, almost captured by it. Serving after serving, adding to the ocean within her. Her belly shook and rippled as she greedily chugged a bowl of it and shuddered as she sighed in relief after each one. Half way through the bowl, the witch had a midsection larger than a house. The ingredients over time had gathered close to the bottom, making it stronger the further she got through the meal. Now it gave off pure pleasure, sexual even. She moaned and groaned with each slurp and suck, enjoying it like the sex she never had. By the next day, she was a slob. An empty cauldron and a full witch laid next to eachother. The swollen witch laid pleasured, bitting her lip in arousal. She played and slapped her gigantic belly, moaning with each ripple. The witch was satisfied.

His eyes soften as did his face. It was the beginning of how things were going to change. He felt it in his bones, and he knew that soon, he would feel it in his heart. "You're going to be okay." His voice was soft, but she heard it clearly. "I'll take care of you." She smiled softly at him. "I know. I'm just scared." She looked down at her hands, they were shaking.He reached over and took them into his own. "Don't be scared, sweetie." His hand tightened around hers. "I won't let anything happen to you." They were about to go into an experimental gender transformation project that was testing a far easier way for people to swap their genders. However with it only in its experimental phase they were of course nervous. There had been no serious side effects from any of the previous tests. He looked back up at her. "I promise." Her smile grew wider. "Okay." She said. "Now get some sleep." He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Good night, baby." She yawned and closed her eyes.She woke up when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and saw him standing there. He looked so handsome and she smiled at him. "Morning." She said. "Good morning." He smiled at her. "How are you feeling?" She asked. "Better now." She replied. "Good." He said. "We need to get started." He led her out of the room and down the hallway to the elevator. When they got to the elevator, he pushed the button for the fourth floor. As the doors closed, he pulled her close to him and kissed her. She returned the kiss, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her tight against him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered against her lips. "Yes." She replied. "Good." He kissed her again and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator doors opened, and they walked down the hall to the lab. When they entered the room, he turned to her and smiled. "Ready?" She nodded and smiled back at him. He reached over and grabbed her hand. "Let's go." He led her through the door and into the room where the experiment was taking place.The room was large and had several tables set up. There were two people waiting for them. One was a man in his late thirties. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a strong jawline. He was wearing a lab coat over a white shirt and black pants. The other person was a woman in her early twenties. She had long red hair, green eyes, and freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was wearing a lab coat over a pink blouse and a pair of jeans. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Smith." The man said. "Good morning." They both replied. "Please come on in." The man said. "We have everything ready." He said. He led them to the table where the electrodes were attached. The man handed each of them a clipboard with forms on it. "I'll explain what we will be doing later." He said. "Okay." She said. He handed her a cup of water. "Drink this." He said. She drank half of it before handing it back to him. "Alright, we'll begin shortly." The male doctor left the room. The young woman walked over to the table and started attaching the electrodes to her head. She moved slowly and methodically, making sure she got all of them. Once they were done, she took off her lab coat and laid it on the table. She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts. "Do you know what you're doing?" She asked. "I've done this a few times." "You don't look very confident." She said. "That's because I'm not." She replied. "I'm going to make sure that you do it right." She said. "Okay." She said. "Can you please take your shirt off?" She asked. "What?" She asked. "Your shirt." She said. "Why?" She asked. "So I can see how well you do." She said. "Okay." She said and pulled the bottom of her tank top up and over her head. She tossed it onto the table. Her breasts were small but perky. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from her chest. "Thank you." She said. "You're welcome." She replied. "Now, let's get started." She put her hands on the table and spread her legs wide apart. "Take off your shorts." She reached down and unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. She kicked them aside and stood there naked. "Very good now sit down." She sat down on the edge of the table. "Now lay down." She laid down on the table and laid her head on the table. "Now, just relax." The doc said. "I can't relax." She saw her man however with all the electrodes attached and she instantly had a sense of calm wash over her and she was ready for what was about to happen. "Don't worry." The male doctor said as he walked back in. "Everything is going to be okay." He said. "Just relax." He said. He started the machine and then turned to her. "Now, I am going to count backwards from ten. " He said. " Ten... nine... eight..." He said. "Seven..." He said. "Six..." He said. "Five..." He said. "Four..." He said. "Three..." He said. "Two..." He said. "One." He said. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. She felt something warm and wet on her pussy lips. It felt like someone was licking her clit. "Ahhh!" She screamed. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing." She said. "It felt really good." She said. "It's supposed to feel good." He said. "I know." She said. "Are you ready?" Suddenly it felt like her vagina was trying to push out. While across from her she watched her man's incredible penis shrink in front of her eyes. He was shrinking until he was completely flaccid. "How did you do that?" She asked. "I have no idea." He said. "I think it's working." She said. "Let me try something." He said. He then reached down and tried to play with his balls, it felt electric, but suddenly his penis shrinkage accelerated and very soon he had a vagina. Meanwhile she could only feel further explosions as her penis burst forward. She could feel her calves bubbling away as they put on mass and she watched as her thighs grew but narrowed under a more male dominated physique. She could feel her arms growing and thickening as she became a more masculine version of herself. She could feel her ribs expanding and her muscles becoming more defined. She looked down at her body and gasped. She was feeling so confident as her breasts which weren't that big to begin with shrank down then widened out with male muscle. Tiny hairs started to poke out across her body "no more waxing for me," she said. Meanwhile he was noticing his own changes. He'd already shrunk down which added a thickness to his calves and thighs as they soften with female qualities. He reached around and grabbed his ass which plumped up quite a bit, and then his hips cracked to accentuate his female qualities. But then he felt a rumbling in his chest. His pectoral muscles grew and pushed out his chest. He reached up and grabbed his nipples and gave them a pinch. They immediately swelled up and became more sensitive. He pulled back and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe how much he had changed and yet he still looked like the same guy. "I can't wait to see my face." He said. "You look amazing." She said. It was at that moment his face lost its masculine qualities and softened right up as his cheekbones became more accentuated. He could still feel tingling in his chest which distracted him from all the other changes. Then he felt his face crack into a smile. "Wow, I look pretty good." He said. "No, you look amazing." She said. "I don't feel anything else changing." He said. "Well let's find out." She said. "Okay." He said. He walked over to her and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue and she moaned. Then he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom that was off to the side of the lab. As they entered the room she saw a large bed with red sheets. She could also see a full length mirror in the corner. He sat down on the bed and she followed suit. They both sat there looking at each other in the mirror. "I'm not sure what to say." He said. "You look great." She said. "So do you." He said. They both laughed and kissed again. He reached down and started to trace his fingers around her balls and she let out a small moan. He knew exactly what a man liked and he was now going to treat his new boyfriend to a real good time. He ran his fingers around her balls and teased them lightly. He could tell she was enjoying it because she was starting to breathe heavier and she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. He could feel her balls get heavy so he got down on his knees "cum for me" she didn't have any control over her new penis and sprayed his big chest with her cum. He smiled and rubbed it in. He then stood up and kissed her. "That was amazing." She said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said. "I loved it." She said. "Good." He said. "Now lets go take a shower together." He said. "Okay." She said. They both stood up and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge and had a large walk-in shower. There were two shower heads and a bench that would seat four people. She now towered over him in her new male form, and she was feeling quite tired after cumming but knew that it wouldn't be fair if she didn't return the favour. So she grabbed his nipple and started to play with his D-Cup breasts. He was amazed at how sensitive they were and he let out a soft moan. She squeezed them and twisted them. He was in heaven. She turned him around and bent him over. She managed to get herself hard again and she managed to bend him enough to give herself the opening to stick it in from behind. She slowly slid it in and he let out a loud moan. She started to fuck him harder and faster. She was really turned on by this and she was close to cumming again. She continued fondling his breasts while she fucked him from behind and his new female voice was screaming in pleasure. "Oh God yes!" He shouted. "Fuck me!" She screamed. "I love your cock!" He shouted. "I love your pussy!" She screamed. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" They both screamed at the top of their lungs as they came together. She pulled out and he fell to the floor. They both looked at each other and laughed. "This is the best day of my life." He said. "I know." She said. "We should probably clean ourselves up though." He said. And that was just the beginning of their new lives together.

Kyle and Amanda had been married for a few years. Although she loved him dearly, he wasn't the best at being a generous or skilled or attentive lover. She'd talked to him about this issue several times because she was tired of him not giving her orgasms. Unfortunately, he'd try to correct that and slack off and go back to the unsatisfactory lover he was. Which infuriated Amanda to no end. Kyle allowed Amanda to take female lovers because he hoped to be a part of this very erotic relationship. Amanda had become lovers with a friend of hers that had been attracted to her since they met. Amanda had double f cups, her friend Melissa had h cups, and Kyle wanted to be sandwiched between the two. Which he made that obviously, and painfully clear. The only reason Amanda didn't lose her mind about him not giving her orgasms was because of Melissa. Amanda would talk to Melissa about this just to get it off her chest. Melissa admitted to being a witch and told Amanda that she could use a spell that would make Kyle into a woman temporarily. That way, Amanda could show him how to treat a woman in bed in hopes that he'd change when he turned back into a man. Amanda thought this was an absolutely amazing idea. Which got her thinking about Kyle being a woman and what if he didn't want to turn back into a man. What would become of their marriage if he wanted to stay female? Amanda found herself getting turned on about turning her husband into her wife and told Melissa about her concerns. Melissa told her that she could make it so that he could remain female if he chose to. So Melissa started working on the spell while Amanda gave her husband the best sex of his male life. It only took Melissa a week to finish the spell and give it to Amanda. Who was very excited to use said spell on Kyle. She asked him how badly he wanted to be in a threesome with her and Melissa. Kyle said he'd do anything she wanted for that to happen. Amanda smiled like the cat that was about to eat the canary. She told Kyle that she'd set it up and see how Melissa would react. Amanda called Melissa and told her that her husband said he'd do anything to have a threesome with them. Melissa giggled and said she wondered what he'd say if Amanda told him that he'd have to turn into a woman just to have a threesome with them. So, Amanda walked over and told Kyle she was on the phone with Melissa and that she said the only way she'd agree to having a threesome with him involved was if he was willing to be a she. Temporarily, of course, but she wouldn't agree to it any other way. Kyle stood there stunned for a minute, then stated that he did say he'd do anything to be the meat in that sandwich. Amanda nearly dropped her phone while Melissa ranted about how she couldn't believe it and that she'd be over as quickly as possible. Half an hour later, Kyle greeted Melissa and Amanda bounced up to greet her, too. They all sat in the living room and Melissa was the asking Kyle if he was sure that he was willing to turn female just to be able to have sex with his wife and her. He told her he wasn't exactly happy about her terms, but that he was a man of his word. That he'd try out being a woman just to be able to have a threesome as long as he could change back. Melissa assured him that he'd be able to return to being a man, that is if he didn't end up wanting to stay a woman once he got a taste of womanhood itself. Amanda had already stripped down to her bra and panties. She asked her husband how big he was hoping that his tits would get as Melissa stripped to her undies as well. Kyle answered that he hoped they wouldn't be too big and heavy, but he thought he'd be able to handle being up to as big as Melissa. Who informed him that the spell worked by switching his dna from one to the other. Basically making him become the woman he would have been if he'd been born female. Amanda was sitting there, mouth open, just gawking at Kyle. Melissa asked what was wrong. Kyle answered that his mom was even bigger than Melissa, being that he knew his mom was a k cup. Not to mention that his mom started sleeping with some of his friends when his parents got divorced. He wasn't happy about that, but his friends couldn't get enough of his mom's enormous tits. Melissa teased him that if his natural titties weren't big enough for him that she knew a spell that would make them as big as he wanted. Even if he wanted bigger breasts than his own mom. Kyle's jaw hit the floor. He accused Melissa of just wanting to see his reaction to having tits that were too big and how he'd handle them. Melissa admitted that she was curious about what he'd look like as a woman, but that she was just saying that if he thought his boobs were too small that she could give him the boobs that felt right. Amanda said that it was now or never and that she was looking forward to watching his transformation. She helped her husband get naked. Then Melissa cast the spell. It took a minute for the spell to take effect and Kyle was saying he thought it wasn't working. Then, suddenly, he got rock hard as he clutched at his chest. It wasn't that his boobs had started growing yet, though. Both women watched as Kyle's torso began to shrink inward, slimming his rib cage as the hair on his head began to grow longer. His hips began widening as his body and facial hair didn't fall out, but rather started to revert to the female form of body hair. Thinning, becoming shorter and lighter until it was like peach fuzz, all except for the hair on his head and the hair at his crotch. His eyebrows became thinner and completely feminine. Kyle was grabbing at his body, an expression between pleasure and pain on his face, while his transformation continued. He began losing height, starting at 6'2". As he started losing height, his balls began their ascension into his abdomen. Kyle grunted through this as he felt them moving up inside of his body as he had one last male orgasm. 5'7" now, Kyle felt his 7 inch erection start shrinking as it was transforming into her new female parts. Kyle's hips and pelvis were reshaping as his skin became soft and smooth. His chest, finally, began to grow into her new breasts. What none of them expected, or even thought possible, was how good it felt to Kyle as his body continued to become female. For him, it was like he was being touched and teased everywhere all at once. His face was becoming softer and rounder, just like his ass. 5 foot tall and Kyle was writhing on the couch. Begging for this to stop before she lost her fucking mind. Her breasts were already triple d's and Kyle couldn't help groping them. Amanda and Melissa watched as his dick shrank and his ball sack separated into female lips. Kyle started to buck as the transformation was getting close to becoming finished. Kyle's voice was changing rapidly as she groaned, moaned, panted, and begged. Her breasts already bigger than his wife's, but not as large as Melissa's monster melons. That would soon change as Kyle found herself orgasming as her breasts surged with one final growth spurt. A few minutes later, Kyle was completely female. Her massive chest making it difficult just to roll over so she could get up. Melissa had already pulled her bra off, ready to hand it to Kyle so she could see if her breasts were too big for it. Amanda stood there, gawking at what Kyle looked like as a woman. She was curvy, voluptuous even. Not to mention that Kyle was extremely busty, just like her mother. Amanda helped her now temporary wife sit up, asking if she was ok. Kyle slowly nodded, covering her pretty face as she giggled in embarrassment from having an orgasm. She admitted as much when pressed about why her face was so red. Then she was saying that she needed to get to the bedroom so she could see what she looked like. Amanda and Melissa both told her that she looked amazing, especially with her enormous boobs. They helped Kyle to the bedroom since she definitely wasn't used to her new center of gravity. When Kyle saw her new self for the first time, she was absolutely stunned at the woman staring back at her. She resembled the milf his mother had been. Pretty, sexy, curvy, and most of all, very busty. Melissa was impressed with how good she looked. Amanda was flabbergasted, and a little jealous, that her temporary wife looked better than her. Kyle turned sideways to see her ass in the mirror. It was nice and full and fairly rounded, but it wasn't the bubble butt she hoped she'd wind up with. She was shorter than both her wife and Melissa. Melissa was clearly attracted to Kyle as a woman. "Just look at those breasts," Melissa fauned. Amanda stood right in front of Kyle, breast to breast. "Ha ha, baby. You're even shorter than me. Plus you're cuter, you bitch," Amanda said in a playful way. Then she started kissing Kyle. They stood there kissing softly, Amanda holding Kyle's face as she slid her hands to her wife's ass. "Damn Kyle. You make a really hot woman," Melissa stated. Kyle blushed beet red and looked at her wife, who nodded emphatically. "You really fucking are baby. My sexy new wife with tits even bigger than hers. This is gonna be fun," Amanda said. Over the next few hours, the three women fucked each other senseless. Mostly Amanda and Melissa taking the reigns and exploring Kyle's very womanly body and showing her how women love to be treated sexually. Kyle had no idea that being a woman would be so damned hot. Sex was definitely so much better as a woman and the orgasms were just mind numbing pleasure bombs. She loved having her breasts played with, even with being so big and heavy. When they sucked both her nipples, Kyle begged them to stop because she felt like her brain was going to either melt or explode, maybe even both. Amanda had told her no, they weren't stopping. How else would her new wife get to realize what a woman goes through when her breasts are treated well. Kyle's brain felt like a whirlpool of mixed emotions, feelings, and misconceptions about women in general. Kyle wasn't expecting that he'd enjoy being a her when all this started and he agreed to be turned into a woman just to have a threesome with his wife and Melissa. But when her wife asked if she was ready to be a man again that next morning, Kyle said that she wanted at least another day, being that she'd only had half a day as a woman. Melissa had slept over in the guest room. When she came out for coffee, Kyle was standing at the bar in a pair of Amanda's panties. She couldn't help slapping Kyle's ass. "Morning slut. I see you haven't changed back yet," Melissa quipped. Amanda laughed while Kyle squeaked, her boobs jiggled from the spanking and her jumping and rubbing her ass. Amanda playfully scolded Melissa, "Hey. Watch it bitch. That's my ass you're slapping there." Melissa got that mischievous grin and groped Kyle's tits, "But she's so cute." Kyle bent forward a bit, moaning at Melissa's groping of her tits. "Oh my God, stop," Kyle whimpered. She saw his wife nod at Melissa, who suddenly spun Kyle around and instantly went to sucking her right nipple. Amanda had walked around the bar, "Oh no baby. Remember all those times you've done this to me? Payback is a bitch." She joined Melissa in sucking her wife's big, sensitive nipples. Kyle's panties were soaked in seconds. She gasped and moaned and held their heads as she tried to stay standing. But the more the two continued sucking those nipples and played with her tits, the less Kyle found herself slumping to the floor. Becoming nothing more than a puddle of pleasure twitching flesh. When her wife and Melissa had made her orgasm for the first time that day, Kyle lay there gasping for air and shivering like she was in a deep freeze. Her brain barely capable of coherent thought. This went on the whole weekend. Amanda and Melissa using female Kyle as their plaything. Amanda even used a strap on with her temporary wife and relishing in watching how much she loved being fucked as a woman. Each morning the two women would ask Kyle if she was ready to go back to being a man. Each morning, Kyle gave the same answer. That she wasn't ready to be a man again. So, Amanda and Melissa took Kyle for a fitting for a bra. Turned out that Kyle was definitely a full k cup. A 36 k cup to be exact. And at five foot tall, no less. So it made her tits look even more massive on her smaller frame. Kyle couldn't believe that she was actually seriously considering staying a woman. She hadn't discussed this with her wife yet, though. She barely had a grasp on it herself. After several hours of shopping, Kyle now had a few very flattering dresses and outfits that showed her body off. Which was embarrassing to Kyle, but her wife wouldn't allow her to leave the last dressing room in her male clothes that she'd worn. Amanda made her wife wear this slinky little pink dress that barely contained her tits. They were nearly spilling out just standing there. Kyle's only saving grace was the silky, supportive satiny bra she had on now. But even with the support, Kyle's massive chest bounced and swayed as she walked around. Her wife and Melissa pointing out how so many guys were looking at her, checking her out, undressing her with their eyes. Teasing her about how sexy she was and embarrassing the fuck out of her. Kyle came to realize that she was actually enjoying the attention her body demanded. The next stop after the food court at the mall, where evryone around was staring at her, was to the adult toy store across town. Which was so much more embarrassing for Kyle. Her wife forcing her to pick out toys that she wanted to try or thought she'd like. Melissa was definitely helping Kyle make her decisions, describing how some of the toys felt. When Kyle complained about how embarrassing this was, Amanda replied with, "If you're going to stay a woman, we're gonna need some fun toys to play with. After all, I like dick too much to give it up. Besides, with how much you seem to enjoy being female, I wanna use every toy I can on you. I wanna wear you out, make you my little slut. I want you to have the worst time of making your decision because I'm really enjoying you as a woman." This revelation, that her wife loved the woman she was, broke something in Kyle's brain. The love she felt for her wife at that moment sent most of her thoughts of returning to manhood off into left field. After that whole week of being pampered into womanhood, Kyle knew she wasn't going to be able to go back to being a man. Between how good the sex was, how good she felt about herself, and how Melissa was becoming more intertwined in their life, Kyle knew that staying the woman she was would be the right decision. Amanda was definitely hoping that Kyle wanted to stay a woman. Ever since he became her, sex was so much better. Kyle had become a much more attentive lover, taking her time teasing her into a state of feral sexuality before letting her orgasm. Of course, Amanda and Melissa were doing the same to her. That Saturday night, when Kyle and Amanda were alone in their bedroom, Amanda asked if she'd decided about what she wanted. To go back to being a man, or would she stay the woman that she clearly enjoyed being. Amanda made sure to let Kyle know that she loved the person, regardless of what gender she was. She knew how much Kyle had been struggling with the decision. Not because she'd have a difficult time getting her id and all changed, but because the man Kyle used to be would effectively be dead. Kyle admitted that she really was loving being Amanda's wife. That she loved everything that had happened since Melissa cast that spell. Especially the sex they'd all been having together. It was Amanda's idea that they ask Melissa to be their girlfriend, which shocked Kayla, as she'd started thinking of herself. But since this whole thing started, Melissa had been there. Right along with both of them. If it wasn't for Melissa, none of this would have been possible. Kyle liked Melissa as a person before this and wanted to be a part of her fun time with her wife. In fact, he was a little jealous of their relationship, but Melissa did not like men sexually at all. Never had. And now that Kyle was female, Melissa had really warmed up to her over the last week. Melissa really loved that Kayla was so short and that she was the bustiest one out of the three of them. Which is why Melissa was always starting with Kayla's breasts. Amanda liked her wife's tits, although they were a little big for her tastes. But Amanda loved her wife completely, and even more since she became her wife. Kayla was like a lover reborn. Enjoying every part of her wife's body, taking her time with foreplay, since she now understood just how important and fun it really was. One thing Kayla was starting to fall in lust/love with was having her enormous breasts sucked on. It made her feel so feminine and womanly. Especially whe her wife was going down on her while Melissa tortured her big, fat breasts with her mouth. There was something that Kayla had come to start obsessing about and that was if her breasts felt so good now, and through a little research, how good would it feel if she started lactating. Amanda found the idea titillating and enticing. Melissa loved the idea. Well, needless to say that Kyle truly became Kayla. Melissa moved in a few months later, Kayla changed careers to be an extoic dancer and sex worker on a couple of different platforms. Melissa had introduced both of them to the kinkier side of magic, too. Kayla was now constantly lactating and loving the shit out of it. Being their hucow and getting all the attention she craved through being a stripper and sex worker. Amanda was definitely surprised that her once husband would take to womanhood like a duck to water. Melissa was in love and lust with both of her girlfriends. Kayla would never admit that she loved tha Amanda had chosen to become a hermaphrodite, but she liked to be called a futanari. Melissa had made that happen one night on a whim. Even though Melissa didn't like men, she loved Amanda's big dick. Especially since she knew all the spots and just how to use her newly added equipment. All in all, they could not have been happier with how everything turned out. Amanda and Kayla were getting remarried next month with Melissa being the best woman and maid of honor. Even with Melissa now pregnant and having a difficult time keeping her dress fitting comfortably with her growing belly. But, in an impromptu move, Amanda and Kayla surprised Melissa with it becoming a three way marriage. It's always so nice to see people happy with how their lives turn out.

Chapter Seven: Hunted Synopsis – Actions have consequences. Hunters descend onto the forest, determined to capture Roy and Marius. The forces are mysterious, but does Roy’s family have a deeper connection to them? “Ow. Ow. Ow.” Every step Roy took sent a shock through his system. A whole day had passed since the traumatic attack on his manhood. Roy wore saggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, but his groin still throbbed and screamed. He shut his eyes and imagined the kick. Just thinking about it reignited pain. The sun beat down on the forest, crafting one of the hottest days of his young life. Sweat poured across his glistening skin. His hair lacked its usual bounce, shifting along with his mood. “Ow, shit,” Roy moaned and stopped. “Hold on.” A cinderblock of agony dragged him down. He couldn’t escape the dark shadow of Brie’s verbal and physical assault. She yanked his heart out, stepped on it, then returned it upside

The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 Part 9, David finds himself serving a woman other than Kathy. CW: Femdom, Maid Play, Humiliation, Brainwashing, and Feminization. A few days went by in a haze. I had been under Kathy's thumb for about a week, but it felt like a hellish eternity. I was constantly feeling my mind being twisted and changed. Kathy was starting to do what she called 'daily uploads' that resulted in more control and less freedom of thought and action. I was swaying my hips as I walked, avoiding eye contact unless directly ordered to do so, and my chores were becoming more tedious. Kathy was photographing and video recording me more and more doing chores, cooking, and worshipping her feet and butt. One Wednesday, she sat me down in front of her computer and showed me a commercial she was sending to potential clients of my 'All Service Maid' business. It showed me prancing around in my sissy maid costume, cleaning and even pleasuring Kathy orally. My stomach sank, knowing that anyone I served would have no doubt about what they were allowed to do to me. That Friday, I arrived at 8 to find Kathy standing by her car holding a pink duffel bag. "Get in" was my only instruction. I didn't know where we were going, but I feared the worst. As we drove, Kathy explained . "We have our first clients today. 2 different women have booked you for half a day each. And lucky you, you've already met both of them." My stomach sank. I hated the thought of serving the condescending blonde and the handsy redhead, but I dreaded the idea of being in the same room as the raven haired harpy. "Which… ones am I… serving?" Kathy looked at me with a satisfied grin. "Oh, I'm not saying. I would hate to ruin such a delicious surprise!" I sat there miserable, dreading the worst. I felt a wave of pain from my groin. Since I had been in chastity for over a week without release, my balls were becoming swollen and painful in the tight confines of the cage. This painful sting wasn't as bad as some, but they were becoming much more frequent. We eventually pulled up to a pleasant colonial style house. It was painted yellow and had a white picket fence. Kathy handed me the duffel bag with my sissy maid dress was carefully packed. She then handed me a blindfold. "Put this on, take my hand, and follow me inside." I immediately obeyed and was led into the house. I was able to remove my blindfold in an ornately decorated bathroom. Knowing what was coming next, I put on my fake breasts, corset, garter belt, bra and panties, stockings, dress, opera gloves, high heels and of course my collar with the long leash already attached. Kathy walked around me, putting a small lock on the back of my dress, the strap of each high heel and the collar. I hated this part because it was all pageantry. I couldn't disobey Kathy or remove these clothes without her permission, so this was all to show my temporary owner her control over me. But I put on the wig with the long pink pigtails, applied my make-up, and Kathy took hold of my leash. She led me out of the bathroom and into the home's living room. I was stunned by who I saw! The beautiful blonde who had been at Kathy's brunch sat on an armchair, one leg draped over the other. She wore a white sundress with yellow floral patterns and a stunning smile on her face. Per my programming, I entered the room and knelt in front of her with my eyes on the floor. The blonde giggled. "My my, Kathy. She looks quite different from the exotic creature you had serving us last week." Kathy laughed. "Yes, I thought this was more appropriate for a sissy slut. She's all yours." Kathy handed the woman the end of my leash. "And you're sure you are okay taking her to her next appointment?" The blonde nodded. "Of course. I'll get her there on time." Kathy thanked her and turned to me. "Well Daisy, get to work. You will serve Beth's every command, just like I've taught you. See you later." She turned around. "Kiss your goddess goodbye." I raised my head and planted a kiss on her butt, to my embarrassment. Kathy laughed and left. I was now alone with this person, whose name was apparently Beth. She looked down at me. "Well, you have cleaning to do. I put the appropriate cleaning supplies on the kitchen table. Clean my house then come back here." I nodded. "Yes, Miss Beth." I went to the kitchen and gathered the supplies. Beth had been very thorough. I took the carrier and my training kicked in. I thoroughly cleaned her whole house. It was smaller than Kathy's house so it only took me about 3 hours. When I was done, I returned to the living room where Beth was sitting, reading a book. I approached her and kneeled. She smiled, closed her book and leaned down to look at me. "Such a good little thing. Come here Daisy, and put your head in my lap." I crawled forward and obeyed. Beth giggled. "Let's get rid of this ridiculous thing." She removed my wig so my head was resting against her soft dress and I could feel her pillowy thighs supporting my head. She started stroking my hair gently. I felt on edge, waiting for the punchline where I am tortured in some way, but she seemed content to just be gentle. "I want to know some things. Answer me honestly. Understand?" I felt my mind open like a book, leaving me vulnerable to her questions. I nodded. "Yes Miss Beth." She giggled again as she continued to stroke my hair. "So obedient. Now, why are you serving Kathy so loyally? Is it blackmail?" I sighed. "It's not blackmail. I got caught watching porn that was… especially degrading to women. My mom made me go to Kathy for therapy, but she ended up hypnotizing and brainwashing me. Since then, she has made a web of brainwashing that has left me unable to do anything but obey her." Beth gasped then chuckled softly. "I see, so you were a naughty boy. Well, I hope you are learning your lesson. What sort of things is she making you do in your daily life?" I sighed again, hating that I would have to describe my torment out loud. "She makes me come to her house to assert more dominance and brainwash me further every day. She is also influencing my mother by making me tell her how helpful she is being. And she… has me locked in a chastity cage." Beth's hand stopped moving. "Really? When was your last relief?" I shuddered. "It was over a week ago." Beth was quiet for a bit. "Show me." I stood up, lifted my skirt and lowered my panties to show the small, concealing cage. My cock and balls were both swollen and straining against the cage. Beth looked shocked, then to my surprise, she looked concerned. "Oh my gosh! Does it…hurt?" I nodded my head. "Yes Miss Beth." She shook her head. "You poor, sweet thing. Let's take care of that for you. Undress." I felt something that I hadn't for some time, hope. Was she going to let me out? And… cum? I undressed, removing each piece of my humiliating uniform with Beth using a ring of keys to help me take off the locked items until it was folded neatly on the floor next to me and I was standing in front of her. She examined the cage more closely. "Wow, it really conceals everything. Now let me see here…" She held up a small key and put it in the cage's lock. "I'm going to take this off you, but you are not allowed to cum until I say so." With that, I was released from my chastity cage. I immediately felt relieved as my manhood was allowed to dangle freely. "You're lucky I paid for you. I love playing with cock and we are going to have a lot of fun! Let's start with some…" And to my shock, she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my neglected dick. She started giving me head and I was instantly in heaven! She pushed me back onto the couch and I sat back as she gave me the best head of my life! The only frustrating thing was that I physically couldn't cum. I wasn't surprised, with the layers of programming wrapped around my brain, this was to be expected. After a while of sucking, licking and massaging my cock and balls, Beth smiled up at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes Miss Beth! Please let me cum!" Beth laughed at my desperation. "Okay, when I say. 3, 2, 1, CUM!" As soon as she said that, two things happened at once. Her hand squeezed my cock and balls with a vicious strength and my balls emptied in the most disappointingly ruined orgasm ever. I shuddered and groaned in pain as the agony of my abused manhood overwhelmed any pleasure it could have brought. Beth cackled as she started to,use tissues to clean up the massive load on her hand and floor. "Awww, sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist. I know you've been through a lot, but ruining orgasms is the one little mean thing I really enjoy. Get redressed, it's time to go. And maybe next time I'll let you have a fun orgasm." As I put my embarrassing garb back on, locking everything back in place, Beth took my leash and led me into her garage. We got in and drove for about 10 minutes. Beth seemed to be stalling as I saw her drive around the same road 3 times. "I'm sorry I have to do this, but Kathy makes the rules. Just know, they won't all be this bad…" I shuddered to think what she might mean as we pulled into a driveway. The large house sat back from the street and was surrounded by trees. I got out of the car in relative seclusion and Beth held my leash as she led me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and a few moments later, I was face to face with my new temporary mistress, the raven haired bitch. She looked at me with sadistic glee. "Welcome to hell, bitch." To be continued…