Chloe exited the bathroom, naked, after a long, relaxing shower. The water temperature was on the point and the new jet streams had done wonders for his sore back. She was almost ready to face another exhausting workday before a well-deserved two-weeks vacation but first... "A.M.I., get my dark grey suit ready," she said to the empty bedroom. "Yes, Chloe," a warm, female voice with a synth reverb echoing underneath replied. A.M.I. was an artificial intelligence designed by the Omikron Corporation, a pioneer company whose recent technological advancements were the stuff dreams were made of. Once installed in a private house or an office and connected to the electronic systems within, it could holographically project itself in every room and control everything through simple voice commands. It was also capable of adaptive learning to better serve its owner's needs. The only major downsides to it were the high-entry costs and the constant updates to make it run smoother,l most of which
Jane's eyes widened in horror. Her fingernails … were they a bit ... longer? Darker? Why here? Why now? A sharp, sudden pressure jabbed at her tongue and cheek. Instinctively she concealed her mouth with both ash-covered hands. She did not need a mirror to know exactly what was happening to her body. But why? She had absolutely no clue what she did to cause it to react this way ... Jane's breath grew rapid and hot. No time. She knew she had to force herself out of it. If she let herself panic, all hope would be lost. Jane squeezed her eyes shut. It was dark; she tried to concentrate. The young woman reached out in her mind, trying over and over again to grasp onto something, anything she could focus on, but the memories continued to slip away …The darkness was not calming, it was blinding! She couldn't see! The pulsating of her chest tore into her concentration. No … Jane would not let this happen. She could not let this happen. She drew a long, deep
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.
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.
A Prison of My Own Making A short story about a husband who regrets encouraging his wife to embrace her darker side. CW: Femdom, Brainwashing, Bondage, Latex, Non-Con and Manipulation. Marital bliss, the goal of marriage pushed on us by Hallmark, Valentines Day and animated movies about princesses who talk to animals. It's the unobtainable paradigm that so many have lost their minds trying to find. Don't get me wrong, marriage has been a rewarding and enriching experience, but anyone who tells you it ends with a 'happily ever after' is trying to sell you an overpriced necklace, a box of chocolates or a movie ticket. My name is Jerry and I'm married to my beautiful wife Allison. Okay, she's no supermodel, but her slender frame, wide hips and dimpled smile were enough to melt my heart. We met working at a retail job in our mid 20's and hit it off right away. We had common interests and shared a mutual attraction. I am no Adonis myself. I'm 6 feet tall, have a chubby build and not
God's chosen man (short story) by VivaAnimals2000, literature
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God's chosen man (short story)
I could feel the blade cut into the right arm and I could feel the blood flowing as I carved a cross into it. But just like God sacrificed his only son, I too must suffer. I let the blade slowly come to rest against my left arm and then let its blade carve a cross into it as well. But just like God sacrificed his only son, I too must suffer. The pain that I feel is unbearable, yes, the pain is so unbearable that I can feel it far, far into my soul. But I don't care about the pain that burns in my arms and in my soul, the only thing I care about right now is punishing her for the sins she has committed. I've seen her sneak off to the bar after work, I've watched her come home with bottles full of gin and whiskey, and I've watched her hide behind our house and drink all the bottles of gin and whiskey. It is my job as a priest to put an end to this, it is my job as God's chosen man to punish all sinners. No sinners shall be allowed to enter my house and pester it, I forbid it! God will be
The martial city of Horotoro. Built like all the others following the Hoshigawan Fortress design. Built on the Taiyonath Lake, to be precise on the three islands in the center, with parts of the city extending over the river itself. Its imposing walls are patrolled all day and night by the Black Lotuses stationed in the city. Which is most of the Black Lotuses on the main island of the Hoshigawan Archipelago. Horotoro itself was built by Princess Kaguyaerith herself five hundred years ago when she had liberated the islands from an evil cult and their onis conjured from the Abyss itself. At first only the northeastern part of the city existed, serving as a station for the Princess and her then 43rd Hoshigawan Division whose feminine members got incorporated into the Black Rose the same time as the Princess. Through the centuries, the other two parts got built, the northwestern district served as a prison area for deserters and various criminals hunted down by her Majesty. Then the
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 by beanz65, literature
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The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 7 Part 7, David spends another evening under his dominant sister's thumb… and toes. CW:Femdom, Forced Feminization, Sisterdom, light Momdom, Chastity, Humiliation and Maid Work. I stood up and walked over to Jenna where she stood in my doorway. I should clarify (and maybe this is obvious), we are fraternal twins, not identical. She was quite a bit shorter than me. But the dominant smirk she wore on her face made me feel 1 inch tall compared to her. She reached into her bag and pulled out a lacy yellow pair of panties. "Go put these on in the bathroom. Then come back here." I nodded and was reminded of my sister's joy of humiliation as I replied. "Yes, Princess Jenna." My eyes grew wide as my voice was still low and sultry. I realized that Kathy had (probably intentionally) failed to tell me to stop using that voice! Jenna almost fell over laughing as I blushed and rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my pants and boxer briefs. I froze in horror when I did. Kathy had also not removed my chastity cage! When I slid the panties on, my manhood was still compressed and out of sight, leaving me looking smooth down there! I realized that a program might make me ignore the discomfort! Panicking, I slid my pants back on, put my boxer briefs in my pocket and returned to my bedroom where I saw Jenna doing something by my dresser. She looked up and noticed me. "Come here, I have something to show you." I walked over and saw that she was at my underwear drawer. I was shocked by what I saw! The drawer was filled to the brim with panties in all colors and styles. There was everything from soft microfiber panties to skimpy g-strings. I looked at her in shock and found her grinning back at me. "Come on, slave. I'll explain." With that, she closed my drawer, turned on her heels and walked to her room, with her subservient slave in tow. When we entered her room, she closed the door behind us, sat on the edge of her bed, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor in front of her. Without another word, I knelt in front of her. She smirked down at me, clearly enjoying every second of this. "So you're probably wondering about the panties. Well, Kathy was texting me today and told me all about your session today." A cold chill of dread ran down my back. She knew about my humiliating day of objectification and humiliation? Jenna smiled, nodded and continued. "That's right, she told me all about what you said in today's session. How you don't respect women, how you hold deep resentment toward us and how you fantasize about dominating and abusing us." I breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't know EVERYTHING. I looked up at Jenna and was surprised to see sympathy, understanding and caring. "She… she said that it was rooted in dad leaving us and never knowing him. David, dad hurt all of us when he left. I grew up without him too. I feel the same pain you do. You know that right?" I was stunned. Was this a real conversation happening?! She called me 'David' and was speaking from the heart. Was this a sign that she was softening to my plight? Had Kathy made a misstep by bringing dad into this? I nodded to Jenna, letting her know that I understood. Jenna took a deep breath and her face returned to its dominant expression. "Good, then you'll understand what I'm about to say. It's not fair to blame mom and me for his leaving. You are punishing us and all women for what a man did, and that ends here! Kathy says that getting you in touch with your feminine side will help you work past this deep set hatred you have and she insists that the more degrading this is, the more helpful it will be for you." And there it was. Kathy hadn't made a mistake, she had made sure that new torturous punishments and treatment could 'ethically' be introduced at home. And as far as she knew, Jenna could now let loose and think that she was helping her brother. I could have killed Kathy in that moment, but even that thought sent a painful jab straight through my brain. "So to help you, Kathy used CashApp earlier to send me money to buy you panties." She started cackling as she continued. "Because it's probably pretty hard to try and act like some big, tough, strong man when your in frilly little girl panties!" When she finished, she fell over laughing at the absurdity of the idea. I could only kneel and take it until she finished. "So, let's help you get more in touch with your girly side. You'll give me a manny/peddy with French tips. Oh wait." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through some text messages. "Kathy said to tell you 'Make my nails perfect and make them FRENCH.'" That was the trigger word. I looked on her bed and saw that she had all of her nail polishing supplies ready. My body took the supplied and got started. I spent an hour, bent over and painstakingly painting each nail to perfection. My hands and back got sore from the posture, but my brain prod wouldn't let me stop until each nail was perfect. After I was done, Jenna looked like she had more for me to do, but we heard mom coming up the stairs calling my name. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked at me. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be selfish with the household slave. Go. But stop using that stupid voice. Kathy said mom doesn't know everything and that's probably for the best. She said, "If you don't respond well to my order to check your phone." I took out my phone and saw I did have a text from Kathy. Kathy: Your sister said she enjoyed your voice, but speak normally to your mother. She doesn't need to know what's going on yet. Give me time, one day you'll be an obedient little sissy slave both at my house and your mother's. I promise you that. I groaned as I left Jenna's room and found mom at the top of the stairs. She looked a little annoyed with me. "David, I really appreciate the changes you're making and I'm very happy with your progress, but you are not living up to your new commitments. The laundry is piling up in the laundry room and that was something you said you would handle." I felt a sharp pain in my head, my punishment for failing in my duties. "I'm so sorry mom. I have no excuse. I'll get started on it right away." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Yes you will, but you owe me something first. Come with me." I followed mom to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. "My feet are so sore. Rub them for me and tell me how your session went today." With that, mom kicked off her shoes and put her stockinged feet on my lap. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing her feet and regurgitating the cover story that was implanted in my mind. As I spoke, mom's attitude toward me changed, becoming less annoyed and more understanding. "Oh David. I always suspected that your dad leaving had some effect, but you never wanted to talk to me about it. I'm so sorry that you feel so hurt that you strike out against others. But Kathy is right, you have to stop punishing others for your pain. Does that make sense?" I nodded my head. "Yes mom. I'm so sorry for taking my anger out on you and all women. I realize now that my male hormones and affinity towards violence led me down this destructive path. I hope that my chores and service will help me get a new, more constructive perspective." I gritted my teeth at the words I was saying. Forcing me to blame my male hormones would just sink in the fact that I would be better off as a sissy! Darn that woman! I endured another punishing mental jab for that sentiment. Mom was smiling at me. "Wow, Kathy is really helping you get a new perspective! Well, my feet and mind feel much better. Get the laundry done before you go to bed okay?" I nodded, knowing that the laundry would probably only take me about an hour and a half. I got to the laundry room and found a modest stack of laundry. I got to work, but was heavily guided by my mental prod. First of all, I found that I needed to separate panties from the rest of the clothes. As I started a load of darks, I carried the panties to the sink and to my chagrin, I started hand washing them all. As I did the laundry, I found that there were new thorough practices that must have been part of my new chore programming. I hand washed the panties and stockings, made sure that the washer and dryer setting were uniquely set for each individual load and after the dryer, I found myself ironing each individual piece of clothing. It took me hours of slaving over each individual garment and sorting the clothes into different laundry baskets. By the time I carried the baskets and set mom's clothes by her door and Jenna's clothes by hers, it was well after midnight. I dragged myself into bed, physically exhausted from the non-stop chores and mentally exhausted from the torture, humiliation and mental discipline I had suffered throughout the day. As I laid down, I wondered how I could possibly go on another day, but then I saw Kathy's sadistic smile in my minds eye and heard her voice in my head, answering my miserable thoughts. "You'll go on because I own you, and I say so." To be continued…
Cult of the Succubi by TheScribeofDomina, literature
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Cult of the Succubi
Thousands of years ago, the world was ruled by the Succubi. Until their meal source, the pitiful humans, rose up and overthrew them. All records of their rule were erased. The Succubus became a creature of legend. Though hope remained. The humans still loyal to their masters preformed an ancient rite. The last succubus was transformed into a human herself. Her demonic powers fell dormant. They were passed down through the generations. When the time is right her followers would claim the descendant and undo the rite. The girl would become the first of a new breed of Succubi who would retake the world for demon kind. The followers, all women, went underground. They were hunted first for their plot. Then as witches. Then as cultists. They were forced to hide and wait as the centuries dragged on. They watched over the family until the most recent generation. She was gorgeous, as to be expected. The most popular girl in her school. The time for her transformation finally arrived. It was to
i. you are more than the sum of your parts: more than the shape of your appendages; more than the people who made you, you who grew and flourished like a sprout straining from a crack in the pavement: magnificence in spite and love and joy and pride. ii. they look upon our flowers and call us weeds; but we are what we were always meant to be. in our joyous transformations we are free.
Gluttony {Chapter Seven} by Aetherial-Book-God, literature
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Gluttony {Chapter Seven}
"There," Link said, "we can rest there tonight." Link beckoned, and Sidon sighed as he followed the hero. Link dashed down the hill, yelling and hollering as he got near the enormous tent, gently patting the horses before sneaking inside. “How much further until the village, feels like we have been walking for weeks.” The Zora complained, slumping into the chair. The blonde hero chuckled gently, “It’s only been three days,” He stated. Sidon groaned in response, giving his stomach a few pats as it growled with protest. Link kept his eyes glued to the map, biting his lower lip. “It looks like we’ll reach Rito Village tomorrow. It’s just over the mountain.” He announced. “We don’t have to climb over the mountain, do we?” The shark whined. “No, the map says there is a bridge, we could make it there faster by horse.” The blonde answered. “Do you think I am in any shape to ride a horse right now?” Sidon growled. “I’m sure we can buy a carriage to go with it,” Link replied, with a
Name: Michelle Reid Age:42 Weight: 800 trillion metric tons  Description: a very very immobile blobby woman who has long brunette which reaches her shoulders, green eyes, faint eye bags, two very enormous breasts that are bigger than her own body and they need their own two carts, a massive ass thats 500 mill ft wide, she is unable to move her arms at all as well as her legs therefore she needs 500 million carts 500x her size to hold her, its reinforced with the strongest materials to hold her body, she constantly drinks slop 24/7 while her feederbots feed her cakes, brownies, cookies, marshmallows, chocolate, burritos, sticks of butter drenched in grease and deep fried in lard, cream, paste, pizza and more foods. Her belly, ass, breasts, arms, legs, fupa and all her blubber all have cellulite, dimples and dark purple stretch marks Sexuality: proud bisexual and supports all of the LGBTQ Regular Calorie intake: 500 undecillion calories a day to keep her figure Pregnant with 800 decillion babies making her belly and breasts larger and larger Aspires to be a big blob bigger than she is now Loves to play games Her favourite games are  Sims 4 but she plays with mods on so she can make her sims fat asf,   stardew valley and uses mods to make the characters fat as hell including her own character  COD Any MMORPG  Loves Anime as well with her favs being: ●my blobby darling ●Naruto ●Lucky star  Net worth: 100 million nonillion dollars (keeps rising 24/7) gets paid 50 undecillion dollars a nano second making her bank account basically have infinite money. Flavours of slop she has created Double cheese burger, 500,000,0000 decillion calories Triple chocolate cake, 1 centillion calories Burgers and hotdogs, 9 trillion quintillion calories Choc chip cookie dough, 700 billion calories Cherry, 400 trillion calories Banana, 6000 quintillion calories Piggy Pink slop: 1000000 gazillion calories and multiple variants Piggy pink slop type Butt: makes only the butt gain weight Piggy pink slop type boob: only makes the boobs gain weight  There's many many many many more flavours of slop  Medical conditions:  ●heart is beating very very slowly at 14 BPM ●Blobby diabetes which give her uncontrollably loud wet sloppy farts, and a constant hunger for food ●Blobby cholesterol, gives her cholesterol in the quadrillions and makes it so one bit of exercise makes her wheeze uncontrollably and sweats rivers and oceans ●blobby lactose intolerance, because of her consumption of cream,  paste and other milk products due to her massive size she now has her own form of lactose intolerance making it so one drop of milk results in the most wet, sloppy, disgusting fart Machines she's created consist of: Feedertron 9 million, feeds her even when she isn't hungry Feeder carts, carts pulled by her feederbots that can carry nations worth of food The ultra blobby mobility scooter that can carry anyone of any size and gi 300 MPH Feederbots, tiny little droids that feed her when she does work Robot arms, arms which extend from the walls or her cart to do her work, play games or other stuff since she's immobile  Ultra feedertron mark 2, combines all the slop and feeds her so she gains way more than usual
My girlfriend's experiment by altimusprimal, literature
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My girlfriend's experiment
My girlfriend Alsana is a wonderful woman. I really do love her, despite what she's done to me. I've been female for the last week and she keeps changing me physically in various ways. Alsana won't change me back, no matter how much I beg, promise, try to seduce her to give me my dick back. I can say that I'm happy that she didn't change me mentally. When I asked her why, a few days ago, she told me that she loves me and the reason she turned me into a woman is because she wanted me to see what it was like. That, and the fact that she thought I could learn more about how to please a woman in bed better after spending time as one. She also told me that it wasn't that I didn't give her orgasms or unable to please her in bed. It was that I didn't like giving her the foreplay and sensuality she craved in a lover. Now let's rewind to how thos happened... Alsana comes home after spending a weekend at her girl friend's house. This is a typical thing every couple of weeks. She goes there so they can have girl time and unwind without men around so they can be themselves. I suspected they just wanted to fart without the total embarrassment. Giggles... just a joke for those that don't know me. Anyway, she comes home Monday afternoon and I was already home from work. It was five p.m. and I greeted her, asked if she had fun on her weekend away from me, kissed her softly and spanked her ass. I told her that I was happy she was home and that I missed her, which was true. One thing Alsana always did like about me is that I try to be a progressive person because I like to wear women's clothes once in a while. When I told her, I thought she'd blow a fucking gasket, like most women do. She got this shocked look on her face, "Really? So, if I took my bra off right now, would you wear it for me?" It was my turn to be shocked. I'd already prepared for the usual response of being called a pervert, sick in the head, told I needed help, and several other things women have said over the twenty five years of my life. "Wait, what? You're not upset that I like to wear girl clothes sometimes?," I asked. My face dripping with confusion. I mean, I knew women like this existed, but I never dreamed I'd be lucky enough to find one. She scooted closer to me on the couch, put her hand on the back of my head, and pulled me in for a wonderfully loving kiss. That was months ago and sex only got better with her from then on. We explored each other's kinks, fetishes, and bodies. But last Monday she told me she had a surprise that was going to blow my mind. When we were exploring each other's fun sides, she'd even asked me if I'd ever be willing to try being a real female if I ever got the chance, if it was temporary, of course. Of course I would. Nobody in the existence of the human race can tell me they haven't wondered what being the opposite sex would be like. I'd call them a liar if they tried. Anyway, Alsana was more bouncy and happier than usual that afternoon. So, I asked, "What's got you in such an exuberant mood baby? And what's the surprise?" She held up a finger, dug in her weekend bag, pulls out one of her girl friend's huge k cup bras and a pair of hot lacy, but satiny panties, and holds them out to me. "I want you to try these on for me, love. I think I want my hot little bitch for dinner tonight. My weekend at Coretta's was amazing and there's more than this to come," she tells me. So I go to the bedroom, strip naked, and step into the panties, which were a thong. "Mmmmm, I wish that ass was bubbled enough to look as delicious as you are love," she says and snaps her fingers. My ass suddenly felt weird and tingly. I turned around, reaching for my own ass, feeling it beginning to grow rounded. But not like in the movies or stories you'd find on the internet. The muscles in my butt cheeks gently began to enlarge, making it gain shape as my hands slid over it. I gasped in shock and surprise as that tingling turned into this sexy, sensual pleasure, as if she was kissing every inch of my bulging butt cheeks. My eyes flew open, wider rhan dinner plates. I swear. "Wha... what the fffuuucckkk? My... my ass is...," I babbled. "Yes, my love. Your ass is growing to become a bubble butt," she giggled. I groaned in how good it felt as my cheeks expanded with more muscle as it gained shape and size as it continued to grow rounder and more pronounced. She walks over, putting my arms around her neck, and starts kissing me as her hands begin to caress and squeeze my bubbling butt cheeks. I whimpered in pleasure as we kissed. Then she softly speaks in my ear, "Coretta had this stone that granted wishes and she let me use it. What I wished for isn't what you're thinking though." She spanked me, and unlike it normally felt, which wasn't a turn on, it sent shockwaves of sensual pleasure through the lower half of my body. I moaned as she kissed my chest, feeling how my ass was getting tighter, firmer, and much fuller. "I wish you had the sexy hips of that girl you showed me before I went for my weekend retreat," she stated and again snapped her fingers. Before I could react, I felt my hips wobble a little, like I was off balance, and then this weird pushing shifting sensation as my hips began to widen. I walked to the mirror in the bathroom, watching as my hips were spreading wider and becoming rounder like a girl's. It didn't hurt and wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. I gasped in surprise as I watched my hips become sexy and rounded, making me have baby making hips. It took a minute before my hips were finished, leaving me looking odd with only my hips and ass looking more like a girl's would. "Baby, what are you doing?," I asked as I stood up straight. My lower half wobbling slightly from the unsteady feeling of my changed hips. I was more afraid than anything but my dick thought it was hot as I noticed the bulge it was causing in the panties I had on. She walked in behind me, wrapped her arms around me like I'd do to her, "I think it's time to introduce you to your feminine side love. Now, i really wish you had Coretta's huge k cup bra on for me." Then she snapped her fingers. The bra materialized out of thin air onto my body. Fully adjusted to me like it was made to fit my body, even though I was still mostly male. "It fits perfectly, don't you think? I just wish you'd grow the very pleasurable breasts you need to fill the bra in a very erotic way," Alsana said and again snapped her fingers. I gasped in pleasure as my nipples stiffened, "Wait. Baby, please. Oh God, my chest," I moaned. My nipples were itchy as I felt them begin to grow thicker and longer and much more sensitive. The fabric of the bra sliding just over the tips as they were becoming more sensitive. This sensual aching began to envelop my chest just under them as I felt this odd bulging beginning to build. Alsana reached up as I groaned, her hands just under my now growing, pleasurably growing breasts, and she squeezed at my nipples. I couldn't help bending forward into her hands as I squealed, gasped, and groaned in stunned delight. Skin stretching on my chest to accommodate my developing, pleasure tits. "See how good breasts can feel, love? Now just relax and enjoy this and grow those huge, fat, heavy tits for me," she said. Alsana squeezed my b cup breasts as they continued to subvert my mind with pleasurable sensations. My dick was so fucking hard and I was getting more aroused by the second. I leaned forward, bracing myself on the bathroom sink as she continued to fondle my slowly bulging, feminizing chest turned breasts. "Fuck. Fuck, baby stop. Oh my fucking God. I feel like I'm gonna cream in my panties," I whimpered in desperate pleasure. I could feel my skin softening and getting smoother as my breast pushed outward in waves of erotic pleasure. My nipples, covered by the bra and her palms, felt so hard and tingled with sensitivity. She kissed the back of my neck and I couldn't help moaning as I stuck my ass out instinctively. I felt her bump me like I've done to her so many times before. I was starting ro feel warmer all over instead of just getting harder and hornier like men do. The developing mammary glands in my chest was much different from how my sister described the experience of growing her breasts. Instead of it being painful, I felt like there were kisses and licks and tender touches bulging my skin outward as my skin felt like sensually stretching satin fabric. I could just barely make out the shape of my nipples and areolae as she continued to squeeze my growing breasts. She leaned over me as I was dumbfounded by how hot my body was becoming from the erotic sensations spreading throughout my growing chest. "I wish you'd feminize and shhrink down to a few inches shorter than me as you become more physically girly," Alsana said softly into my ear. "Oh God," I groaned with the erotic sensations cascading throughout my now feminizing body. Every millimeter of my skin feeling like someone was blowing on it so lightly as it became softer and smoother while my body hair receded into peach fuzz. The stubble on my face following suit as my face began to slowly shift and become more feminine. Everything seemed to get bigger as my height began to diminish gently. It was all so smooth in execution as my legs, torso, arms, everything shrinking me from 6'2" to 5'4" tall over a few very mind numbing minutes. My chest continued to build in size, helping to dull my thoughts of fear and shock as the erotic sensations cascaded through my entire body. My waist was slowly shrinking inward as the bottom two pair of my ribs were being used to make my body become more of an hourglass shape. My torso shrank to give me that natural female body top. Making my now dd's more prominent and pronounced. They were getting heavier as each excruciating pleasurable moment passed. My nipples were so hard that I knew they'd cut diamonds, but the pleasure from how they tingled were making me desperately horny. Even though I could feel my dick slowly becoming shorter, I couldn't seem to care in my pleasure addled state. "Please... please stop. I... fuck... I can't... aaahhhhh... take... uuggnnnn... much more ooofff tthiissss," I begged her. I thought it funny how I could smell my own scent becoming more feminine as I slowly, carefully, turned to face her. My center of gravity was so very off from how a man's body typically moves as my f cup breasts gained the prominent weight and momentum on my body. I admit that, even though it was scary and disconcerting to feel my body being forced to change and transform, I was enjoying how wonderful and feminine and sexy my entire body was feeling as I continued to grunt, moan, groan, and whimper as my voice was increasing in octave and pitch as I became increasingly feminine. "Mmmmmm, look at those melons grow, love. I bet you can barely think straight right now. You must be so overwhelmingly horny," Alsana teased. Pushing her own f cup breasts against mine. Oh my God, you wouldn't believe how erotic it felt. Both of our pillowy breasts being squished against each other. The pleasure bursting through my nipples made me wanna cum so badly, but all I could do is look up into her eyes as I whimpered in desperation. "You wanna know what I think would be so fun, love? I wish your tight little hole back there felt more closely in sensitivity to how my pussy lips feel," she stated. The snap of her fingers resonating in my ears and saturating my brain in ecstatic anxiety. My hole twitched, sending erotic sensations exploding into my rectum as I sank down, bending my knees, squealing and whimpering like a slut. The pleasure I felt from my hole spreading deeper into my ass as I watched Alsana slowly go to her knees. She looked at the throbbing bulge in my tight little panties. The way she slid down to her knees caused her breasts to slide down over what was still my manhood. She was kissing down my belly as she knelt in front of me. I felt like my cock was going to melt from how hot it made me feel as she did this. My huge hh cup tits felt so fucking heavy but I loved it. My entire body felt so intrinsically feminine and wonderfully sensual. Alsana looked up at me as I panted like a bitch in heat, her smile reminded me of the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland. My balls felt so tight and full as my not so sizeable dick throbbed inside my tented panties. I was barely clinging to my sanity as it was because of how horny and hot and needy I felt. Alsana slid her hands up my plump, softened thighs, up my now womanly, rounded hips, causing me to shiver in anticipation. I must have looked so fucking desperate. She then said, in a teasing manner, "I wish that when you cum that you transform completely into a fully natural and fully functional female," snapping her fingers just begore sliding my panties down a bit. Making them even more snug as they snagged at my very sensitive dick. I could feel my bra beginning to fill out with my growing girl meat, my unusually large baby feeders as they continued to grow. The throbbing in my huge, long nipples sending waves of erotic sensations throughout my breasts as I whined. I could feel my hair weighing my head down as it hung in the periphery of my vision. I licked my dry lips, getting to experience the feeling of how much fuller and plumper they'd become. "Fuck, you... uuggnnnnn... you can't baby.You can't make me be a woman," I whined. She looked up at me like the cat that caught the canary, "You've been wondering what it's like as a woman for a very long time and now you're about to find out what it feels like to lose your cock, your manhood." She pulled at my panties, teasing me as she slid them from side to side. I stood on my toes in excruciating erotic sensation just before she pulled down, making my dick spring free of the confines of the panties. I uncontrollably threw my head back, moaning like I was gasping for air. I felt her mouth suddenly enveloping my cock and holy fuck was it so much more sensitive than any man's ever had been. I nearly came just from her doing this. I was holding on to the sink, trying not to drop to my knees. My breasts still filling the cups of the bra like fleshy ballons expanding in a cacophony of erotic pleasure. The fabric touching my nipples so softly and delicately, like a tongue just grazing at the tips. My voice sounded so fucking girly and feminine that I damn sure didn't recognize it. Then, Alsana began to lick the head of my super sensitive dick, trapped just behind her big lips. My legs shuddered as they weakened from the absolute drowning pleasure I felt. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Like a sigh of relief as every muscle in my body tensed. My mind spun one way, my head the other like opposing lanes of traffic swirling the wind between. She sucked softly, released that pressure quickly, sliding her hands over my thighs towards the back of my body. She took my now girl cock deeper into her mouth, sucking just slightly harder. I wanted so badly to put my hand on her head to guide her to suck my dick, but for fear that I'd drop like a stone in my pleasure addled state, I didn't dare let go of that sink. She sucked me into her mouth, coating me in her saliva, pulled her head back, making my dick feel like it was swelling harder. Repeating this slow, maddening blow job and I couldn't help loving it. My tits were beginning to snuggle into the cups as they were nearly fully grown. The sensation from my nipples pressing against the fabric, the weight of my breasts settling into the cups more, and the slow, teasing blow job I was being given was absolute torture in the most maddeningly pleasurable way. I began to breathe harder, kind of like not being able to catch your breathe because you really can't breathe and wanting to cry out in agonizing pleasure at the same time. Her hands sliding around to caress my bulbous butt cheeks, raking her nails over them to give that feeling of being clawed at in an erotic manner. I stood up on my toes, which only made the suction harder as my dick tried to followe out of her mouth. Being 5' 4" tall was so much different as my dick didn't pull out of her mouth as far as it had been. The cups of my bra becoming so full and snug with the size and weight of my enormous k cup breasts felt amazing and disconcerting. They were so heavy and the bra provided so much relief from how heavy they felt. Alsana began to suck my throbbing cock as she normally would at this point. I gasped and moaned at how good it felt. The pleasure was so much more intense than when I was just a boy. The soles of my feet tingled as my nipples throbbed similar to how my cock was. My enormous tits aching to be fondled, groped, played with in any way. Her head bobbing up and down, the sensation making me feel like I was on the verge of orgasm. My cock feeling like it was swelling to its limit each time she pulled her head back. Her hands squeezing my firm, round, but softer butt cheeks. And then she did something she'd never ever done before. She slid her index finger down between my cheeks until she found my tight little hole. Stopping to rub at it and drive me crazy with super hot lust. I couldn't help that I clenched in anticipation, trapping her finger in place for a moment. I groaned in my completely female voice, being more whimper than anything. I was so glad that she always kept her nails trimmed short as she began to push at my hole like she was probing to find her way in. She wiggled said finger which elicited a hitching gasp from me before her finger slid into me. My sphincter relaxed, I groaned with need, feeling her wiggling it further into me. Then, she hit my prostate, causing me to tense up and clench. Which caused her to begin rubbing my prostate like she was jilling me off. I repeatedly moaning loudly, trying to stand on my toes to get away from the pleasure. Alsana pulled her finger back slightly, then stuffed it into me like she was breaking for a game of pool. My ass clenched with how good it felt, trapping her finger up my ass like a chinese.finger trap. She was into me knuckle deep and started bumping me, hitting my prostate that I could only compare the pleasure to having the crease in the head of your dick being tapped at by a tongue. My eyes began to twitch, my dick pulsating wildly, my nipples throbbing like mad, and all this making me feel like I'd lose my mind at any second. My orgasm was building like a ballon becoming tighter as air was blown into it, little by little. My legs began to quiver, the muscles losing their cohesive sturdiness. My hole was clenching and releasing like a statving leech trying to get blood from a stone. I started squealing like a stuck pig, with the knife being made of incomprehensible pleasure. My dick twitched, then pulsed, then convulsed rapidly multiple times in quick succession as she did the same to my poor sensitive prostate. My tits had the bra so tight, which was oddly comforting as my abdominal muscles began to convulse. That's when my orgasm broke, like a dam during a catastrophic failure. My dick started spurting thick ropes of cum, my legs buckling more with each pulse of orgasm. My entire body shuddering like someone going through an epileptic seizure. I couldn't help screaming like she was trying to kill me with pleasure as I went down like a sack of nuts. Once my orgasm finished, that's when the reality of her last wish set in. This very odd pulling sensation began in my groin. Feeling like something was pulling me open as something else was pulling my balls inside of me as the opening was following them. I began bucking wildly as my pelvis began to shift, getting wider on the vertical axis as my ball sack began to separate along the seam. I was flailing for something, anything to hold on to to keep my sanity in check as I could feel my sex changing to female. That's when everything went black as I passed out from the overload of pleasure short cicuited my poor brain. I don't know how long I was out, but I came to with a start and gasping like a fish out of water. Feeling Alsana holding me, telling me it was ok, stroking my hair. I couldn't believe it. I had been transformed completely into a woman with these enormous fucking breasts. I felt... whole and wanted to bolt at the same time. Back to the present... I really don't know how long she intends to keep me like this. After a week of being stuck as a super busty woman, Alsana making love to me constantly, forcing completely female orgasms from my needy little pussy, I'm at a total impasse. On one hand, I want to be the man I am again. On the other, I'm struggling with the fact that I'm really starting to love being female and how my body feels and reacts to how she makes me feel in every way. Alsana told me that I have the choice about whether to go back to just being a man or continue to be the woman she's turned me into. I'm so confused about what I should do. What direction I should go. How's she going to react when I tell her that I really don't want to go back to being a man anymore. It's all her fault for turning me into a woman and making me love her even more. I know I should be furious with her for doing this to me and making me feel this way but all I can do is love her for it.
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.
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9 by beanz65, literature
Literature
The Kindness of Neighbors Part 9
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…
Submitting to a succubus: the next stage by altimusprimal, literature
Literature
Submitting to a succubus: the next stage
I giggled happily, "Mmmmm, even with being so full and uncomfortable you can't help being so hard." Toy was really leaning down as her milk was running dry. Toy didn't realize that the spell I'd used on her to make her breasts expand with so much milk would cause her to have a mind numbing, earth shattering orgasm. Not until greatwanni was sucking her dry. Toy dropped to the floor as she exploded in orgasm. She gripped her dick, trying to control herself as she screamed and panted and groaned as each splurt came rushing out. Mr greatwanni was laying there on the massage table, holding his belly that made him look like he was six months pregnant or so. Groaning about how full he was and that he couldn't believe that I made him drain toy's tits completely dry. His dick standing at attention as I rubbed his bloated belly. "What? You think there'd be no pain for the gain you're going to receive? Awww, I know. It's so very uncomfortable being such a very full milk tank," I rubbed his belly a little more roughly, "But think about it this way. At least her milk isn't making you blow up like a slutty boy balloon." I watched proudly as his balls lit up like Christmas ornaments with that pink energy. He grunted as his belly let out a huge gurgle and his balls began to swell. "Fuck, my balls. What the fuck! Oohhhh shit, they feel like they're stretching," he groaned. He didn't notice when his nipples started to glow softly, but he definitely noticed as they began to gently expand. I traced the nail of my index finger up over his belly and between his swelling nipples. It was fun to watch him flip from showing such discomfort from his milk stretched belly and cum swollen balls to the pleasure his growing nipples induced. His groans changing into a broken moaning, "Juh... Jesus. I-it feels like, aahhh, someone is, hhggnnnnn, suck... sucking my ni... nipples." I was standing at his head as I held it and leaned down. "Exactly, my little slut. They'll continue feeling this way until they're finished. And by that time, that already swollen cock and your bulging balls will be just another way for us to torture you in such fun ways," I told him and licked down the bridge of his nose. Barely letting him feel my tongue as it glided over the very top layer of skin so delicately. Just before I encased his face in my smothering cleavage. I leaned in just a little more and sucked his right nipple into my mouth. Oh my God, it was so fulfilling to hear his squeal/groan from between my tits. His dick glowed brightly as he squirmed beneath me. I loved watching him arch in agonizing pleasure as his dick stretched just a bit longer. Making him now about seven and a quarter inches long. Toy was just starting to recover from her tittygasm. "Wha... what the fuck was that?," toy asked. Her voice drooling with exhausted release, like sucking a woman's love nub just after she's been finished. "What? You think he was the only one to be punished in pleasure. I can't just give these gifts of power away for free, toy. Now hurry and get up. Night is wasting and this boy has a long way to go before his transformation is complete. And I want her begging before day breaks," I responded. "Uugghnnnnn, you're so mean. I swear. Can't even let me enjoy this for a few minutes before you crack that whip," toy complained. I walked over and squatted next to her, "Awww. My poor toy. This isn't your time to get to enjoy yourself in post orgasmic bliss. If it was, you'd be laying on a yoga ball sized belly, leaking from your cock, groaning like a slut about how uncomfortable you are. But you already know the plan. So get your pretty ass up and let's get going." Toy let out this exasperated groan and rolled over, starting to get, shakily, to her feet. I heard her say, "Bitch" under her breath as she stood up. I slapped her ass roughly and squeezed, "But I'm the bitch who made you into the girl you've come to love being. Now quit being grumpy or I'll give you something to be grumpy about." Mr greatwanni was watching me be "mean" to toy. His eyes drowning with want as I groped toy's ass. "I think he's jealous, mistress. I think he'd like his ass played with too," toy said. Like she was enjoying seeing him being all needy and shit. I spanked toy again, this time rubbing her reddened cheeks as she stood on her toes. I pulled her by the arm roughly and closely and turned my head to speak into her ear. "Gooood toy. I like that look in your eye. Now be a good girl and give our slutty little guest here what he doesn't know he's craving yet," I purred into her ear. Mr Greatwanni was a little too enraptured by his throbbing, girly nipples to have been paying attention enough. We helped him sit up, then stand and turn around. "Lay over the table, sir, and we'll begin the next phase of your massage," I said as I let my fingers dance up over his left butt cheek. It was so funny to hear him gasp and stand up on his toes. "But... my belly. It's... it's too big for th-ggrrk," he was saying before toy pushed him over. "Mistress didn't ask you. Did she? She told you," toy said as she raked her nails softly up over his ass. I was so proud of her. "No. No, I did not ask. But Mr greatwanni here really doesn't have a choice. He's already too enthralled and "in need" to have a choice now. And if he were so inclined, he could leave. Trouble with that is that he'd have some big, fat, needy nipples, his hugely bloated balls, and a slowly growing dick to contend with. Oh, and no way to reach that oh so needed release," I said in a sexy, yet menacing tone. Greatwanni did squeal at feeling toy's nails scraping oh so lightly over his ass. He was trying to keep from laying fully on his bloated belly. Toy knelt on the padding behind him and kissed his ass on both sides. Then, licked teasingly up the crack of his ass, ending up with licking at the top of it. Toy pulled his cheeks open as he was trying to stand on his toes. I pulled his arms out from underneath of him, making him squish down onto his belly. "Nobody said you could be comfortable yet, mr greatwanni. You need to be uncomfortable to truly enjoy this part," I told him. He grunted in discomfort as he felt toy plant her face in his spread bottom. Toy licked his little hole and he squealed, raising his head. "Oh God," he breathed. His voice softer and barely more of a feminine tone. Toy giggled and licked him again, eliciting another, more enjoyable squeal. His belly gurgled loudly again and toy got to watch as the hair on his ass shriveled into peach fuzz. She kissed at the creases between his leg and each cheek. Then up and over each one. I was still holding him flat as possible over the massage table. "Do you like how it feels to have your ass enjoyed, sir?," I asked him. His eyes were a mix of confusion and arousal. Toy didn't give him time to answer as she kissed that spot behind his swollen balls. Mr greatwanni grunted and tried to stand on his toes again, giving toy the perfect opportunity. That's when toy kissed that same spot and up to his hole. She placed her hands squarely on each cheek and spread him open. He gasped and looked up at me, as if to say l, "oh shit". Toy began to tap her tongue against his hole. His cheeks clenched visibly with each tap of her tongue. Then she nipped at the bottom of his cheeks on both sides, causing him to gasp. Toy pulled his cheeks open as wide as she could before she began bathing his hole in languid strokes. Our guest began to babble a bit as he realized what my toy was doing to him. It was actually more like he started to beg for her to not eat his ass. At first it was all, "No. No, please that's... hhnnnnggnnn." Then slowly changing with each teasing lick. Once he'd relaxed, his protests began to change to little moans and squeaks. Toy stopped momentarily, "I think he's starting to enjoy this, mistress." Then, toy licked from just behind his balls back to his hole. "Mr" greatwanni pushed back, just a little, as toy's tongue settled on his hole. "Oh God. I can't believe this feels so good," he moaned. His voice had become a little less deep, a bit less masculine in tone. I leaned down, looking him right in his eyes, "Good. Let yourself go and let yourself enjoy this. All of my kinky little girls get this treatment," I said pleasantly. "Hey, why didn't I get this?," toy blatantly asked. I looked around greatwanni at toy, "Do you have a pussy? No, you don't. You begged me not to make you have one, even though I told you that you could kepp your dick. Unless that's changed in the last few months." Toy just put her head down and didn't say anything before she went back to teasing our guests ass. He looked up at me with aorry in his eyes. I softened the look I was giving him, "Don't worry honey. You can do this. You can be the woman of your dreams. This won't change anything about you inside, except to bring the woman in you to the surface. So just give in and give up that manhood and we'll take care of the rest." He visibly relaxed as toy started treating his ass like a pussy. As soon as toy was face deep in him again, there was another loud gurgle that issued from his belly, but it was longer and deeper this time. I watched his ass grow rapidly as his hair grew much longer. Now about shoulder length. Even though I had him pinned by pulling his wrists, he pushed himself up just enough to get off of his chest. I smiled devilishly as I saw his chest pushing out into small breasts. "Nnngnghhnnn, ffaauuuck," "mr" greatwanni moaned. His hips slowly pushed out a bit wider, his upper torso shrinking, and his voice becoming more breathy and feminine. When he pushed his face up, it was shifting little by little. Becoming increasingly feminine. His cheekbones moving higher, his lips plumping as his mouth softened. His brow and forehead shifting to a more flattened and rounded female shape. All of his facial hair shrinking into peach fuzz. "Hhaaa, puh please. Hhooo, gawd. Suh... so fucking hhhaaaawwwwt," little miss greatwanni moaned unabated. But we were far from done with her. "Oh, my pretty, pretty toooyyyyy. I think our guest is ready for a bit... more of you," I said. Toy reluctantly stood up, spanking our guest playfully, "Mmmmmm, finally. Not that I wasn't enjoying that, but now it's time for some real fun." Toy helped our burgeoning miss up off the table. Her barely c cup breasts bouncing as she turned around. "What's going on?," she asked, just before clapping her hands over her mouth. Her voice had definitely become very feminine and girly. Toy smiled at her delightfully, bent down and said, "I believe our mistress means it's time to give you the treatment that every girl loves." Then helped her to sit on the massage table. Our little miss greatwanni had even lost a couple of inches in height along with a lot of her masculine features. Her belly had shrunk considerably and she gasped at how her little titties bounced and jiggled as her slightly bubbled butt hut the table. The only masculine feature that had been untouched was her big dick and very swollen balls. Her dick now at eight inches long and almost two inches thick, her balls as big as tennis balls. She looked at herself, seeing how smooth and soft her skin now was. When we started, greatwanni was a nice five foot seven inches tall. Now, she was barely five foot four. C cups, very feminine curves you'd expect to see on a teen girl, with a decently bubbled ass. "I... I... I look," she stuttered and toy finished, "Like a girl. Uh huh. But now... it's toy's play time. So lay back and relax girly, and let mama toy treat you to what men will never get to experience." Mmmmmm, it was so hot when toy kissed her. Mainly because miss wanni wrapped her arms around toy's neck as the kiss became very passionate. God, it even made me horny and wanting to kiss this little bitch like that. Yes, I was jealous. My toy had kissed me a lot but never like that. I mean, damn. The look toy gave her once they finally did break the kiss was just pure, unadulterated lust. When toy stood up, she was so fucking hard that I was impressed. Toy reached down, hooked her arms under little miss greatwanni's knees and pulled a wrestling move, flopping this little girl onto her back hard. Making the massage table shudder a bit. Little miss Wanni giggled like a school girl and reached out for toy urgently. Her dick and balls glowing brightly pink as she rolled her hips. "Come here toy. Please. Come... mmmmphhh," she got out before toy shut her up, kissing her like she was trying to fuck her mouth with her tongue. Holy fuck, was this getting hot. I backed off, already knowing where this was leading. Wanni wrapped her legs around toy like a spider monkey climbing a tree. Locking her legs around tree... I mean toy, clutching at her like her life depended on it. Toy picked her up like it was nothing as i sat back, enjoying the unfolding torrent of lust and sexual energy. Toy lifted her a little higher asking if she was ready. "If you don't stuff that meat stick in me soon, I'm gonna explode. And not in the good way. Now fuck me you big, hot, horny fucking sex toy," Wanni replied. Toy held her with her left arm, hugging her like a sexy little doll, then, with her right hand, she guided her dick up to miss Wanni's tight, bubbled ass. Wanni gasped at the feeling of toy being pushed right against her hole. I watched as toy rubbed her dick against Wanni's ass, then sliding her down onto it. I was surprised when Wanni moaned as toy's big meat stick slid easily inside of her hole. Toy worked Wanni as far down onto her eight inch pole gently. Lifting her up a little before eating her down a little further. This wasn't toy just fucking her. Once toy was all the way in, she laid Wanni down on the massage table. Wanni wasn't so little down there now. Her dick had grown even bigger and was now just shy of nine inches long and just over two thick. Toy slowly rocked her hips back and thrusted gently. Wanni lay back as toy pinned her back with her legs. Each time toy theusted, Wanni moaned. It was such a hot sight that even I, an elder succubus and thousands of years old, started playing with myself. Wanni let herself be pinned as toy filled her over and over and over. Wanni's little, barely c cup breasts started growing as her belly gurgled so loud that I thought her tight little tummy might implode. Toy's face was one of pure pleasure as Wanni began to grope, squeeze, and play with her expanding titties. Her long, thick nipples so hard atop her bulging, beautiful breasts. That's when toy grabbed Wanni's cock at the base and squeezed gently. Wanni moaned loudly as toy began to plow her faster. Pumping her harder. Wanni's dick continued to grow bigger, faster, as she held her growing boobies. Keeping them from slapping her in the face. Ten and a half inches long and toy trapped it in her cleavage. "Now fuck my big fucking tits you horny little slut," toy told her as she put Wanni's legs up her arms. "Huuuh... ho god. I'm... I'm not gonna last... uuugggnnnnnnnn... much... fucking... longerrrrrrr," Wanni squealed right before toy slammed into her one last time. Wanni's legs tensed, causing her to thrust hard into toy's cleavage and I watched both of them explode together. My orgasm following very soon afterwards. It wasn't long before Wanni's belly was stretching bigger and bigger as toy continued pumping her load into her. Wanni was still releasing her last male orgasms and squealing and holding her belly as it was stretching past looking like she was only six months pregnant. They never looked away from each other during this whole event. Toy reached down, squeezing Wanni's titty up, and started sucking. Which sent Wanni completely over the edge. Wanni began to shiver, I sat forward and watched in rapt abandon. Then Wanni began shaking uncontrollably as her legs turned to jelly. "Yes. Yes, my little slut. Let it go. Let it all go," toy told Wanni. Who started screaming like she was having the most intense orgasm of her life. Toy stood up, weakly, letting me watch as Wanni's dick started shrinking. There were two distinct sucking pops, the tell tale sign of her once balls becoming her new ovaries as they were pulled inside of her. Wanni suddenly grabbed the sides of the massage table, her shrinking dick pulsing with that pink energy each time her dick shrank in stages. Wanni looked like she was going to explode as her belly finally stopped stretching. Making her look like she was nine months pregnant with triplets. When toy started pulling out of her, Wanni began to stutter, shake, and convulse as what was left of her old male self rapidly started glowing brighter and brighter. Wanni was squealing, holding her belly, humping the air. Then suddenly, there was a blinding flash, a sucking pop, and Wanni screamed through the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen. Wanni passed out right after, her belly gurgling and making all kinds of noise as she lay there absolutely motionless except for her breathing. Toy was just laying there staring up at Wanni with this who fucked who face. Toy was panting so hard and heavy thay I thought she was gonna pass out too. After toy finally recovered, like five minutes later, she rolled over and crawled towards me. "What... what the fuck... was that?," she asked. I was still laid back in the chair I'd been in. My belly was huge. Making me look like I was pregnant and ready to pop. I was panting heavily myself because I was so fucking full. I clapped my hand onto my belly and rubbed it. I looked down at toy, who was looking at me in total shock at how I looked, "That... that was The most amazing thing I have ever fucking seen." I let out this enormous burp that sounded like it came out of my soul. I swear to God! More to come....
New Mother for the New Age (Routine) by auraman9005, literature
Literature
New Mother for the New Age (Routine)
29-year-old Mitsuru Ai sighed with resignation as another day comes to her cramped yet modest apartment in Downtown Tokyo, the only window that her place has being one that overlooks the Ginza district, where passersby and cars move about in seemingly perfect sync to the hustle and bustle of Japan’s capital megacity. A chronic “black company worker” as she calls herself due to limited livelihood prospects from her meager upbringing and highest educational attainment being that of a sophomore in Waseda University as well as her somewhat mute personality when it comes to social interactions, she was forced to bust herself deep in working for shady companies that had little if any in the way of employment standards and as such, she had issues with overwork that teeters near to burnout, lower than average if not delayed pay, and harsh superiors who took advantage of her sorry state by backhanded compliments and disadvantageous office politics. Eventually from her last “black
A new perspective revisited by altimusprimal, literature
Literature
A new perspective revisited
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.
Patreon Writing Contest - Female Edition by KomperaK, literature
Literature
Patreon Writing Contest - Female Edition
Write a prequel, sequel, spin-off, companion, etc, of any one of my stories featuring a female main character. Story must be between 1,000 and 5,000 words in length. Prizes: 1st Place: $150 cash prize 2nd Place: $60 cash prize 3rd Place: $30 cash prize Submissions will be posted on my patreon page with anonymous pennames attached. All patrons will then have access to a 2-week poll to determine the winning stories. After voting has closed, all author identities will be revealed. Timeline: 2 August - 30 September: Submissions 1 October - 31 October: Submission Postings 5 November - 19 November: Voting 20 November: Author Reveals Guidelines: -This contest is open to anyone who is a patron (in any tier) on the date of their story submission. -As much as we all love art, that would give an unfair advantage. Submissions should contain writing only. -Characters must be 18 or older. -Stories that can potentially violate internet laws or Patreon Community Guidelines will not be