As before, I did slightly different versions: one for Patreon and Discord release and the other for DeviantArt. If you see the "Patreon" version out in the wild, it won't be released (by me) less than a week after I posted it here. There are a few Discord servers I haunt that will get the uncensored versions.
2024-12-09 19:05:54 +0000 UTC View Post
I'm working on a commission story that's getting paid for bit by bit. As part of this year's Black Friday special, I offered a cover and 2500 words. The person who'd been paying me for this story took me off on the offer. The original art I did was of a more bimbofied character, which, in hindsight, wasn't what the main character ends up looking like. She does end up with huge breasts, though. I also tweaked the clothing texture subtly.
I'm not certain when the story will be out, as I get paid for it every month or so, but it will likely be around 20K words by the time it's done.
2024-12-08 15:58:01 +0000 UTC View Post
I meant to upload this the other day. Whoops. I should have another page or two up today.
2024-12-06 18:20:27 +0000 UTC View Post
The last page for tonight. I'm hoping to have it finished by Friday. Still, Lisa managed to get Carol to claim her. Tommy isn't done, nor is Carol.
2024-12-05 03:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
There are two versions of this, with the key difference being panel 5 and the angle you see the characters. Page 10 will be up around nine central.
2024-12-05 01:54:44 +0000 UTC View Post((Author's note: I'm trying to write more and get into the habit of writing 3000-5000 words a day. My next story will be straight to public release given it has content Patreon isn't happy about.))
“I heard you’ve been very good this year. Well, it’s time you were a bit naughty this holiday season.”
Stewart reread the letter three times. The large box did not have a return address and the letter didn’t have a signature, only the common symbol for women. The contents, though, were a tad alarming. As far as Stewart was aware, no one knew he secretly wished to be a woman. Inside the box was a blond wig, a silicone chest plate, a pink choker, a package of pink panties, a matching bra, a pastel pink skirt, and a long-sleeved shirt the same shade as the skirt. Under all that was a pair of pink heels.
He had to admit that the whole get-up turned him on. He didn’t remember taking off his clothes, but he was slipping the chest plate on as he pondered who might have sent the package. Tucking his dick between his legs, he pulled the panties up his already smooth legs. He’s had laser hair removal done before Halloween from the neck down and had gone as a busty vampiress to a Halloween party.
Now, a bit more than a month later, he’d gotten this gift. He slipped the bra on, which was sized perfectly for the apple-sized breasts of the chest plate. Something was off, though, Stewart thought, but he couldn’t place it. Wiggling into the skirt, he wished his ass was a bit curvier. His ass was fairly flat, being a guy, but he could wish.
Next came the long-sleeved crop top. Tugging it over his chest, he turned and enjoyed how it accentuated his large chest. After that, he slid the hair cap over his short brown hair and followed with the wig. He used the hairpins to make sure the wig stayed in place.
The heels could wait. He was certain he had a pair of pantyhose somewhere. He knew he had blush and lipstick.
If anything, he felt more feminine than normal after applying blush, mascara, and lipstick. He blew a kiss to his reflection. He didn’t remember shaping his eyebrows, but he must have at some point. If he saw a woman like his reflection on the street, Steward would have been attracted to her. He made his way out to the living room and slid the pink choker around her neck, hiding where the chest plate reached his neck.
As Stewart put on the heels, his phone chimed. It was his best friend, Luna. “Still wanting to hit a club tonight?”
Club? Tonight? What was Luna talking about? Stewart admitted to himself that he looked like a club girl. What would Luna think?
“I can pick you up at six. If you’re dolled up, I’ll make it worth your while,” came a second text.
Did Luna know? She must. Checking the time, there wasn’t enough time to clean the makeup off, change and get ready. “I’ll be here with heels on,” Steward texted back. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Stewart said to himself. He blinked and reached for his throat. “Is that my voice?” Steward asked the room. It was higher pitched and struck him as feminine.
Stewart shook his head, the shoulder-length blond hair trailing along his shoulders. None of this made sense. Still, as he put on the heels, he was surprised to find that it felt natural to walk in them. The additional height was nice, as he was normally slightly on the short side.
Stewart was startled by a knock at the door. Mincing his way over, Stewart opened the door. The woman on the other side of the door was decked out in white latex, her breasts slightly larger than Stewart’s. She squealed in delight. “Oh my, Stephy, you outdid yourself,” Luna said, kissing each of Stewart’s cheeks. Stewart blushed. He liked that name. He’d never decided on a woman’s name, but Stephany fit nicely. “Are you ready to go?”
Stewart arched an eyebrow. “You did promise you’d make it worth my while,” Stewart noted.
Luna grinned at Stewart. “I did, didn’t I?” Luna wrapped her arms around Stewart, her hands resting on Stewart’s ass as her lips pressed against Stewart’s. Stewart moaned into the kiss, parting his lips and sucking on Luna’s tongue.
They broke the kiss slowly, Stewart’s heart racing. “You know, we could stay here instead.”
Luna smiled. “Not a chance. It’s lady’s night. Also, Cassandra’s working tonight.”
Stewart remembered the busty waitress he always found himself staring at. He’d never dared to flirt with her. “Not that she’s going to notice me,” Stewart said, pouting cutely.
“Not before, she wouldn’t. She’s not into guys.”
It took a moment for that to sink in. “Oh!” Stewart said as it dawned on him. “Hopefully, she’ll be okay with this.”
“Trust me, Stephy, she’ll never know,” Luna said, kissing Stewart’s cheek before smacking his ass. “Come on, let’s go.”
Stewart followed Luna out to her car, his hips swaying. He was unaware that his rear end had been swelling outward ever since Luna groped him. He struggled to pull the belt across his chest. His boobs looked larger since Luna kissed him. Maybe the size of grapefruits? He was about to ask Luna if his boobs were bigger, but that was ridiculous. Silicone didn’t magically fill.
When they arrived, there was no doubt that Stephanie’s boobs were bigger. His boobs had been large handfuls when they’d left. Now, they were closer to the size of honeydew melons. Getting out of Luna’s car, Stephanie looked at the club. There were some guys there, but there was no cover for women. She had to admit that some of the guys were hot. She wondered briefly what it would feel like to get fucked. She felt someone grope her ass. Looking to her left, she relaxed once she realized it was Luna.
“Checking out the hot piece of cheese in the beige polo?” Luna asked with a smile. “You wouldn’t have a chance. You’re not his type.”
“And what type would that be?” Stephanie asked as they approached the door.
“He likes people like Samuel,” Luna explained. Samuel was one of their friends who worked at a gym. Samuel was a bodybuilder and had flirted with Stephanie until he realized they weren’t into guys.
Stephanie paused at that. Wait? Had she gone out as Stephanie to the gym? She wasn’t sure. Shaking her head, she was certain that her dick was still tucked between her legs. She was a guy under all this, right?
“Hey Kerry,” Luna said, addressing the bouncer. The Amazonian woman in a t-shirt that showed off her muscled arms and large breasts nodded to Luna and Stephanie. “Are we good to go in?”
“Sure thing, girls. I think Cassie is looking for you and Stephy,” the gravelly-voiced bouncer replied. “Oh, and the boss put piña coladas on sale tonight.”
The pair walked in and headed straight for the bar. “I could really use a drink,” Stephanie said. “I can’t believe I’m here like this.”
“Relax, Stephy,” Luna said. She handed the bartender her card. “Hey Lenny. Start a tab for me and Stephy,” Luna noted. “She’s the designated driver tonight. I’ll take a piña colada. She’ll have a pink lemonade.”
“Coming right up,” the bartender Lenny said before handing Luna back her card. He returned with their drinks. The pair stood there and sipped them and looked around. The dance floor was almost empty.
Luna smiled as she ordered a second drink. Stephanie seemed pensive. “You okay, Steph?”
Stephanie nodded. “I think so. Just, something weird is going on.”
“Odd how, hon?” Luna asked before sipping on her second drink.
Stephanie had finished her second lemonade. “I don’t remember my chest plate being this big.”
“Chest plate?” Luna asked. Her expression was confused. “What are you talking about?”
“My boobs. They’re a chest plate. They’re also bigger than when we left,” Stephanie said, feeling frustrated.
“Are you fucking with my, Stephie? You’ve always had big boobs.”
“Then why did you text me about…” Stephanie pulled her phone out of her purse. It took her a moment to pull up the text. Her chin fell open in shock. “No, this isn’t what this said earlier.” The texts before once read about being dolled up. Now, there was a comment about wearing the crop top that showed off Stephanie’s boobs.
“How is this possible?” Stephanie asked herself. She was about to ask Luna another question when she realized her friend had slipped away to the dance floor and was now dancing with a cute girl in goth purple. Shaking her head, Stephanie returned her phone to her purse. She was about to order another lemonade when the urge to pee hit her.
Luna would be fine for a bit. Heading toward the restrooms, Stephanie almost turned into the men’s restroom, but stopped herself. Heading into the bathroom, she slipped into a stall. Wiggling out of her skirt and tugging down her pantyhose, panic began to fill Stephanie as she tugged her panties down. When her hand went between her legs, there was nothing there but a slit.
“This can’t be happening,” she voiced. The urge to pee hit her again. Sitting down, Stephanie relaxed and let go. Peeing like this felt different, but it wasn’t like she could stand up and pee without a dick. Lifting the crop top in the front, Stephanie realized that there wasn't a chest plate. There was simply bare skin. Unlatching the collar around her neck, she ran her fingers around her neck. Like her waist, there was no edge between where her silicone chest plate should start and her neck.
Still sitting on the toilet, Stephanie lifted her crop top. As she did, she felt the sensation of pulling it up over her cantaloupe-sized breasts. They were still growing and they were part of her. Slipping her fingers down the cup of her bra, she dragged her nail over her nipple and gasped. Her breasts were real. Slipping her crop top back down, Stephanie’s mind whirled.
Shaking her head, she tried to pull the wig off only to realize it was now her hair. Standing up, it took her a moment to figure out how to clean herself off before pulling her panties back up, followed by her hose and skirt. Stephanie exited the stall and stood in front of the sinks. As she washed her hands, she realized that her face was thinner. Her nose was relatively aqualine, but the rest was feminine. Her makeup still looked good.
“I’m taking my break,” a woman’s voice said as the door to the women’s bathroom opened. Stephanie turned to see the busty, blue-haired bartender she’d had a crush on. “Oh, hi there,” Cassie said. “Stephanie, right?”
Stephanie nodded. “And you’re Cassie. I’ve seen you here a few times.”
“I’ve seen you, too,” Cassie said with a seductive gaze. “Let me just powder my nose.” She slid into a stall. Stephanie stood there, waiting. She watched as Cassie exited the stall and washed her hands. “Are you here alone?”
“I’m Luna’s designated driver.”
“That’s nice of you,” Cassie noted, leaning against the sink. Her eyes drifted up and down Stephanie’s body. Stephanie felt her cheeks heat up at the searing gaze Cassie gave her. “Look, I’m here until close.” She reached into her apron and pulled out a bill. “Call your friend a cab,” Cassie said, winking at Stephanie.
Cassie exited a moment before a red-head woman with an olive complexion walked into the bathroom. Her hair was up in a riotous bun and the cream colored dress she was wearing was the perfect shade to complement her skin tone. In addition to that, she had pert breasts and a curvy rear. If Stephanie wasn’t freaking out inwardly about what had happened to her and had an interested Cassie asking for Stephanie to wait for the end of her shift, Stephanie would’ve considered making a pass at the woman.
“Having fun?” the woman asked. Her voice was thick with a Greek accent.
“Kind of?” Stephanie replied. “It’s been a weird day.” Stephanie looked down at her chest. Her breasts were easily as big as her head and, given Stephanie’s luck, still growing. “I should probably go check on Luna.”
“Have fun, Stewart.”
Stephanie froze at the door. She turned to see a smug grin on the woman’s face.
“Oh, come now, you didn’t think you’d go through all of this without looking in on you,” the woman said, smiling.
“You know who I am?” Stepahnie asked in a quiet whisper.
“Yes, I know exactly who you are and who you were. You were the answer for a problem I needed to solve,” the woman walked over to Stephanie, her hips swaying enticingly. “My priestess, I do love her passion, but she’s been alone without someone to share her life with. Once I saw you, saw what was in your heart, what you desired, I couldn’t have picked a better person to bless, to become not only what you truly desired but what my priestess desired as well. You both have the same taste it seems.”
“Priestess?” Stephanie asked. Her mind spun back to the note, then to the woman in front of her. It wasn’t just the common symbol of women on the note. “Aphrodite?”
“In the flesh, so to speak,” she replied with a flourish. “How are you enjoying being the fairer sex?”
“I haven’t been long enough to know.”
Aphrodite laughed. “To the contrary, Stephanie, you’ve been a woman all your life. Now your body has caught up with your soul. You’re still miss goody two shoes, though.” The smile Aphrodite gave Stephanie was full of mischief. “Go out, have a good time. Oh, and don’t worry about a cab for your friend. I took care of that.”
Stephanie blinked. “Are you… of course you’re sure. You’re a goddess.”
“And you’re smart, too,” Aphrodite replied, patting Stephanie on the cheek. “Go on, child, My priestess is waiting.” Aphrodite exited the bathroom. Stephanie hurried after her, but Aphrodite had vanished.
Cassie waved at Stephanie as soon as she saw her. Just then, Mimi stumbled into Stephanie, her arm hooked with a blond-haired goth woman. “Hey, Stephie, this is Sunny. We’re heading to her place. Don’t wait up. Just don’t scratch up my car on the way back. I’ll get it tomorrow.”
Stepahnie nodded and waved as the pair made their way to the door. She moved over to sit near where Cassie was tending bar. Cassie winked at her. “What can I get you?”
“Cherry lemonade,” Stephanie replied. She leaned forward on the barstool, resting her huge breasts on her arms. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had.”
“I’ve had those days,” Cassie said, returning with the glass. “Hungry?”
“For you, absolutely,” Stephanie said with a grin. “I could go with some mozzarella sticks, though.”
“Can do,” Cassie replied. She came back after placing the order and, to Stephanie’s amazement, leaned over the bar to kiss her. “I figured I’d give you a taste before you got the full course later.” Cassie said, winking at Stepahnie before turning to serve another patron.
Stephanie smiled, heat rising on her cheeks. She spent the rest of the night chatting with Cassie between customers and listening to Cassie give advice. The more she listened, the more Stephanie realized almost all of the customers were looking for romance. Sometimes they flirted with Cassandra, who deftly suggested other patrons before giving a steaming look at Stephanie. She began to relax as she realized Cassie only had eyes for her.
“Last call!” Lenny yelled a few hours later. He nodded at Cassie. “You need me to cash you out?”
“Please,” Cassie said. She walked over and tore off a bit of receipt paper. She wrote down her address and phone number. “Care to follow me home?”
“I’d love to,” Stephanie replied. She took the paper and slipped it into her purse. “I need to drop Luna’s car off at my place first. See you in half an hour?”
“I’m counting on it.”
Stephanie headed to Luna’s car and got in. She had trouble getting in because of her massive boobs, now as big as basketballs. Her back felt sore as she relaxed into the seat. She pictured her medicine cabinet and the acetaminophen inside. It wasn’t long before she pulled in next to her own car. The silver hatchback had been hers as long as she remembered.
Opening the door, her apartment looked similar to how it had been. She stayed long enough to take some pain meds for her back and freshen her makeup before heading out to her car. Ten minutes later, she pulled up next to a duplex and behind the car she’d seen Cassie get into.
Knocking on the door, Cassie was wearing a pair of red silk pajamas. Her nipples poked through the top. Stephanie felt her own nipples harden. The smile that was on Cassie’s lips as she looked at Stephanie melted her to her core. Stephanie tried not to be distracted by the fact that not only did she have a pussy, but that it was wet from the look of desire Cassie gave her.
“So, are you going to come in or just stand there?” Cassie teased.
Stephanie stepped inside. Cassie closed the door behind her. Stephanie only got a glimpse of Cassie’s apartment, decorated with Greek decorations and figurines, before Cassie pushed her against a wall, their tits mashing against one another. Cassie had to pull Stephanie’s head down to kiss her, but that was fine. She was firmly in control and the power dynamic, new as it was to Stephanie, was intoxicating. Stephanie parted her lips and sucked on Cassie’s tongue.
Cassie broke the kiss slowly. “I’ve wanted you all night,” Cassie said. “By the gods, you are beautiful.”
“You’re pretty sinful yourself,” Stephanie said, her hands caressing Cassie’s hips. Stephanie smiled as Cassie slid her hands up Stephanie’s sides, lifting the crop top up over Stephanie’s head.
“Fuck, those are real!” Cassie exclaimed.
“They are now,” Stephanie thought. “You know, you don’t have to stop with the crop top.”
Cassie reached around and unhooked the six hooks on Stephanie’s bra, freeing her massive breasts. She grinned as she covered her face with one of the cups, breathing in Stephanie’s scent. Twirling Stephanie’s bra over her head, she tossed it onto the recliner in the living room before turning to sit on the couch. Cassie smiled at Stephanie as she unbuttoned her night shirt, exposing her large, creamy beasts. She let the night shirt drop from her body before stretching out on the couch. “Fuck, I can’t believe how much I want you,” Cassie said, her voice husky with need.
Stephanie kicked her pumps off and wiggled out of her skirt before climbing over Cassie. She fingered the pendant around Cassie’s necklace. “Sometimes, we need something a little naughty in our lives, and I am a creature of lust.” She tilted her head down to capture Cassie’s lips briefly, pressing her crotch against Cassie’s. “Tell me to stop and I will,” Stephanie said, leaving things up to Cassie.
“Please, I want this, Steph,” Cassie said, her hands going to Stephanie’s hips. “But I want to be on top.”
“I like that idea,” Stephanie said, slipping off Cassandra. When Cassie stood, she wiggled out of her pajama bottoms, showing the silky red panties beneath. She took Stephanie’s hand and led her to her bedroom. “This is so not like me. I’ve never felt this attracted to someone before.”
“This from a priestess of Aphrodite?” Stephanie asked. Cassie paused until Stephanie gestured to the small shrine in Cassie’s bedroom. “Why else have a shrine to a goddess in your bedroom of all places? I’m sure she approves of this.”
“I do indeed,” said a voice in Stephanie’s head.
Cassie smiled and kissed Stephanie’s cheek before gesturing at the shrine. “I suppose you’re right.” Stephanie slid up on the bed only to watch Cassie slowly pull Stephanie’s panties down her legs. She crawled up between Stephanie’s legs before trailing her tongue up and down Stephanie’s pussy, causing her to moan in pleasure. “You’re so wet. Do I turn you on that much, lover?”
“More than I can ever say,” Stephanie admitted, her mind whirling. Sex as a woman with a woman was a whole other beast than anything she’d experienced. Yet, thinking about it, thoughts of how to pleasure Cassie filled her.
“You’re welcome,” Aphrodite’s voice said in Stephanie’s mind. There was a laughter of amusement and the voice was gone.
Cassie moved up Stephanie’s body, kissing her slowly, her tongue licking around Stephanie’s nipples before blowing cool air over them, stiffening Stephanie’s already hard nipples. Cassie then moved to one knee before rubbing her panty-covered pussy against Stephanie’s bare one. She hadn’t realized she was hairy between her legs until just then, but the feeling of silk against smooth skin caused her to moan.
“Like that, do you?”
“Mmmhmm… I want more,” Stephanie pleaded.
“Have you ever made love to a woman before,” Cassie asked.
“Not like this,” Stephanie replied, settling for what was technically the truth.
“I plan to make sure you enjoy it.”
As Cassie ground against her, she was certain that would be true. Even as she brought Stephanie to her first female orgasm, that was only the start. When Cassie slid on a strap-on, Stephanie spread her legs.
“I want to be your naughty slut!” Stephanie cried out as Cassie pumped her pussy with the strap-on.
“On the nightstand, there’s a dildo. Show me how naughty you are, lover.”
Stephanie reached for the dildo. In the back of her mind, she realized it was the size of her old dick She didn’t care. She only cared about being a lustful slut for Cassie, a supplicant to this priestess of lust, grateful for the body her goddess had given her. As she sucked on the dildo, it had a familiar tang to it.
“Mmm, I had that in my pussy before going to work. It is so fucking hot seeing seeing it in your mouth while I fuck you. You’re my naughty fuckslut, aren’t you Stephie?” Cassie continued to ram the strap-on deep into Stephie’s pussy. Stephanie slid the dildo in and out of her mouth while her free hand groped her massive boobs and tugged on her nipple.
It wasn’t long before she came a second time.
She felt more than saw Cassie get off the bed. The dildo still in her mouth, Stepahine felt almost complete. Her body was worn out. She felt Cassie’s hand pull the dildo out from Stephanie’s mouth before the scent of Cassie’s arousal filled her senses and the wide hipped priestess lowered her pussy over Stephanie’s mouth.
Stephanie didn’t hesitate. She knew just how to pleasure Cassie now. She wanted to give Cassie the pleasure that Cassie had given her. As her hans gripped Cassie’s ass and her tongue lapped expertly, fucking Cassie’s pussy with her tongue and flicking it against Cassie’s clit, she knew she never would want anything as much as sharing pleasure with Cassie. As Cassie came, her juices dripping, Stephanie lapped them up eagerly. A moment later, Cassie collapsed next to Stephanie, her arm draped across Stephanie’s wide hips.
“Was I naughty enough?” Stephanie teased.
“Well, tomorrow’s my day off,” Cassie offered. “Care to stay the night?”
“I’d love to.”
The next morning, Stephanie woke up on her side, staring into Cassie’s eyes as Cassie trailed her fingers over Stephanie’s breasts. The sheet covering her had fallen down around her hips.
“I want to make love to you again,” Cassie said in a hushed whisper, “but I should make breakfast.”
“Breakfast can wait,” Stephanie said before sliding atop Cassie.
“I suppose it can.”
FIN
2024-12-04 18:12:50 +0000 UTC View PostFor those of you not my patrons, this comic was a Patreon exclusive and is over 20 pages long. Based on a short story I wrote years ago, it's a comic about a man who becomes bound to a succubus, only to fall in love with her. Contains breast and ass expansion.
2024-12-03 03:10:24 +0000 UTC View Post
Last page for the day. In the pipeline: page 09 of this, a short story about a guy who's sent a present and told to be naughty, only to turn into a lesbian bimbo, and a pair of comics about a book that transforms the reader into the fantasies in the book.
2024-12-03 02:26:44 +0000 UTC View Post
Lisa's now a full hucow with everything that entails. Hopefully, she'll be able to find Carol quickly.
2024-12-02 23:15:54 +0000 UTC View Post
Thanksgiving Break's over. The good news is I've been rendering this comic over the weekend and have a few pages to bring you today. The aim is to have around fourteen pages in total, but it may go to fifteen or sixteen. I digress.
Lisa's transformation is in full swing and Tommy's plan may yet come to fruition. Find out more in the next page!
2024-12-02 20:35:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Well now, it seems Tommy ended up helping Lester after all. Wait, what was that about milking? Stay tuned to find out more.
2024-11-29 23:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
Lester's changes have begun; however, things aren't going exactly as Tommy planned. Another page will be up later today.
Edit: Not sure how page 03 got missed. Added it here! Thanks for the catch!
2024-11-29 21:01:10 +0000 UTC View PostAuthor's note: it's been a hot minute since I wrote anything in first person, though the narrator does address the reader on occasion.
Whatever you think of me now, know I chose to be this way. I wanted this. I wasn’t coerced into it. I tell this now as a testament. It won’t be long before writing like this will soon be beyond me. Already, my speech patterns have changed. Outwardly, I am what I asked to be, what I craved to be, and there is little left that would make me happier, but it will come. Then again, so will I over and over and over again until I’m deliriously happy. Just thinking about it makes it hard for me to continue writing. I bet you’re getting hard just thinking about it.
My name is Jessica, but I rarely go by that name either. It, like many things, no longer fits. Once, I went by Jesse, but that also no longer fits. Everyone who knows me calls me Jade. I had to give up everything that I was to be who I am now. In hindsight, it was the best decision I ever made.
I had just finished college with the thought that my new degrees would help me land work. Yeah, right. Every entry-level job wanted four years of experience. I was not looking forward to the idea of working retail or living with my folks. I had little hope of finding anything immediately and rent was due soon. I’d saved enough to pay for two months, but I didn’t want to dip into that if I could avoid it.
The fall Renaissance fair was coming soon and I wanted something to distract me. The Renaissance fair had your standard complement of reenactors, civilians, and food. I enjoyed the demonstrations, people-watching, and a bit of food. As I was finishing my turkey leg, I spotted a young girl getting separated from a woman that I presumed was her mother. One minute she was there, the next, the girl was looking around as if she were lost.
To my surprise, a man in black armor scooped up the kid and headed away from me. The girl struggled, so it was obvious to me that the guy in the armor was not someone the kid recognized. I didn’t have time to dial for help. I yelled in their direction and chased after them.
Dumb, I know.
By sheer luck, I was able to catch up to them. As the man turned, I chucked the remainder of my drumstick at his head and clocked the guy. It didn’t stop him, but it slowed him down long enough for me to reach for the girl. The man turned to look at me and stumbled over a tent rope. The girl, whose hands were holding onto mine, fell against me while the man fell. His head smacked against a log. People screamed.
“I’ve got you,” I said to the kid. “Are you okay?”
“Mommy!” the little girl shouted.
I set the wiggling little girl down and turned to see the woman from earlier. She scooped up the little girl, holding her close, tears running down her face.
“Thank you,” she told me. She sat her daughter down and checked the man’s pulse. “Still beating and breathing.” That was a load off my mind. She yelled at one of the people in the nearby tent to call for an ambulance and then bring her a first aid kit. I stood there watching.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I haven’t described myself. The truth is that I barely remember the old me. I know I was tall, had brown hair, and was average in almost every way except maybe my intelligence. I’d just grated with high honors and I’d been a smart cookie.
The woman bandaged the man’s head, then picked her daughter back up before walking over to me. “Thank you for saving my daughter. She wanted to come and see Dragon. I didn’t expect him to show up.”
“You know the guy?”
“Yes,” she said sourly, “my ex-husband. He lost complete custody and visitation rights last year. I should have been more careful.”
I shrugged. “I’m just glad I was looking the right way.”
A couple of cops walked up, followed by EMTs. I gave them my statement and information. Alyssa, the woman whose daughter I saved, likewise gave a statement before a man of Eastern European descent, dressed in red leather and smelling of a blacksmith’s forge walked up. He hugged Alyssa before taking the little girl in his arms effortlessly. “Dragon!” the girl chimed. I looked at the man curiously. There was a dragon emblem in gold on his chest.
“Are you okay, Deirdre?” the man asked, his accent thickly German.
“Yes, Dragon. This nice man saved me,” Deirdre said, pointing at me.
The man’s gaze pierced me in a way no one has looked at me before or since. He walked over to me, carrying Deirdre.
“That was very brave of you. Stupid, but brave,” the man said, offering his hand. His grip was firm but not forceful. “I am Friedrich Drachen. It is a pleasure to meet a hero in this day in age.”
“I’m no hero,” I remember telling him. The look of skepticism he gave me could drown an ocean. “I’m just happy I caught up to them in time.”
“I, too, am happy. You are like Deirdre and Alyssa. You have a pure heart,” Fredrich stated matter-of-factly. “I doubt that even if I offered a reward you would accept it.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Unless you can find me a job that I’d love that could pay my bills and student loan, there’s not much I could hope for.” I wasn’t going to voice what I really wanted out loud.
“Well, let’s see what I can do,” Fredrich said with a smile.
“Sir, we’d like to ask you a few more questions,” I heard one of the cops say. I turned to look at them, then back where Fredrick had been. He, Alyssa, and Deirdre were gone. Only the faint scent of a forge lingered.
I answered the police’s questions and was told there likely wouldn’t be any charges pressed. Still, they warned me not to leave town for a few weeks just in case.
I went home and felt exhausted. Worse still, my body ached like I had the flu. What I wanted was a shower. Once inside the bathroom of my tiny one-bedroom apartment, I shucked my clothes and stepped in the shower.
As the warm water sluiced over my body, this was when the changes began. I thought about what I’d told Fredrich. I wanted a job I’d love that paid enough to pay my bills and loans. As I lathered the loofa, I thought about what I’d love to do. I studied cinematography in college. I owned three video cameras. I’d love to do video editing. It was just too bad that I didn’t know anyone interested in being in videos. It wasn’t like I had the body for it. Soaping up my chest, the ache I’d felt before began to focus on my pecs.
I squeezed my left pec and gasped at the sensation. My chest had never felt like that before. Running the loofa over my upper chest, I watched my chest expand with each breath. My nipples grew larger as well. My hair was already hairless.
Remember me saying something not wanting to voice out loud what I really wanted? The truth was that, as long as I could remember, I wanted to be a woman, but not just any woman.
I wanted to be a bimbo.
I wanted to be sexy, horny, and never have to care about things like frames per second or what Thelonious Monk did for jazz. Who needed math when all that mattered was how attractive you were and how many people you could fuck? As I washed my swelling breasts, I thought about that. I thought about licking pussy and sucking cocks, having my holes filled and my titties fucked. I wanted it all.
The more I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I wanted more: to be a bimbo on camera or someone’s whore. I just wanted a sexy body and to get fucked as often as I could.
As my hand slid down between my legs, I found a mound where my dick had been. I couldn’t resist. I could feel my fingernails as my fingers parted the folds now between my legs.
A moan escaped my lips. I dropped the loofah. My other hand was needed for other things. I groped my left breast as I fingered my pussy. It was damned near instinctive. I imagined being watched as I showed off how much of a slut I was. That turned me on even more. I needed more than just my fingers, though. I knew that wouldn’t be enough.
It took effort and focus to keep myself from getting off, but I dipped back under the showerhead and finished showering. “I need to cum,” I thought, “but it’ll be so much hotter if I’m on camera.” I hurried to dry off, my breasts now large handfuls and jiggling with each step, my nipples dark gum drops and rock hard. My hair, once shoulder-length, was now spilling down my back in blond waves. I blew it dry and brushed it into place as best I could.
I was about to leave my bathroom when I remembered that I wasn’t wearing makeup. I wasn’t much of a bimbo if I would neglect my makeup. Still, it was a challenge to do it while I played with my pussy with my free hand. I was so horny!
I hurried to my bedroom only to find that one of my cameras was already pointed at my bed. If I was going to be a bimbo, I was still smart enough to know how to start a computer and my cameras. I moved to my bed and realized there was an assortment of dildos.
Laying back, I lubed one up, one that had been slightly larger than my cock had been hours before. That one went into my pussy, first slowly, filling me. “Like, I need more in my holes,” I said, my voice high-pitched and wanton with lustful need. I took a second one and wrapped my lips around it, imagining how I would’ve wanted my cock sucked as a man. My gag reflex was completely suppressed as I downed the cock, thrusting it in my mouth as I filled my pussy.
I loved every minute of it but wanted more.
I took the dildo from my mouth and set it aside. I left my pussy filled with the second dildo while I reached for the butt plug. Like I said, I needed more in my holes. Lubing up the butt plug, I gingerly pushed it inside me. I moaned at how wonderful it felt to have my ass filled. “Like, I can’t wait to have a real cock in my ass,” I said to the camera before I took the dildo I’d been sucking on and wrapped my lips back around it. My lips felt pillowy, letting me get real suction on the dildo. For a brief moment, I wondered what an actual cock would taste like.
The moment passed as I fucked my face with one dildo while I fucked my pussy with the other, my titties bouncing and still growing on my chest. I knew that anyone who saw this would think it was a special effect. I didn’t care. I also knew anyone watching would know the truth: that I was a slut.
I wanted to be a slut. I’d always wanted to be a slut.
As the thought entered my mind, I came.
Laying there panting, I pulled the dildo from my mouth. “Like, I’m totes a bimbo,” I admitted with a giggle. Well, my body was. My mind? My mind was still whirling a mile a minute as it usually did in my post-orgasmic clarity.
I slit the dildo from my pussy and rested it between my now melonous breasts then feigned falling asleep. I counted to thirty in my head before getting up to turn off the camera. I grabbed the baby wipes from the nightstand and wiped my pussy clean. My room smelled like sex, but that was okay. I checked my dresser and my clothing had all been changed.
Gone were the men’s briefs only to be replaced by women’s briefs and thongs. I wasn’t feeling that adventurous. I also found a pink bra that matched the silk panties I’d picked. I was astonished as the tag magically changed from 32DD to 32F as I held it in my hands. Apparently I wasn’t done growing. Hooking the bra in the front, I spun it around before sliding my arms in, then lifting my girls into the wireless bra. The back pain that had been there before faded. It had been barely noticeable past the endorphin rush of my first female orgasm. My phone chimed.
Turning the phone on with inch-long, hot pink nails was a bit of a trick, but I managed to do so. There were notifications about new subscribers to my SinStar account. I had to think about what that was when I remembered it was a site for independent porn stars. Logging in, I found that I was making over three thousand dollars a month, not counting tips. Scrolling through the videos, it was like watching a woman purposefully turning herself into a bimbo. I also had macromastia, or so the account claimed.
Looking through my own videos made me horny, though I didn’t realize my hand was down my panties until there was a knock at the door. I reflexively licked my own fingers off, then reached for a nightgown, tying the belt around my waist.
Checking the peephole, I was surprised to find Fredrich and Angela standing outside. No Deirdre. I unlocked and opened the door.
Angela looked shocked. Fredrich gave me a smug grin before looking at Angela. “I told you that you’d be shocked,” he said, his voice gravelly. He still smelled like a smith’s forge and warm leather. It was all I could do to not rub up against him and those yummy, toned muscles of his.
Angela snorted. “I guess you were right that we should leave Deirdre with a sitter,” Angela admitted. She looked at me. “May we come in?”
“Like, sure,” I said, my voice a husky purr. “Can I get you anything?” A blow job, maybe? A threesome?
The pair stepped inside and closed the door behind them. Fredrich moved to the couch and Angela moved to sit on his lap. “I wanted to be sure you got what you wanted.”
“Like, you mean my body and my cam stuff and the web site?” I asked. Fredrich nodded.
“It’s almost all I ever wanted.”
“Almost?” Angela asked.
I nodded, my boobs bouncing. I cupped them in my hands. “My boobies. They’re still so small.”
Angela sputtered while a rumbling chuckle came from Fredrich. “See, I told you,” Fredrich said. “I gave her what she needed, but not what she wanted.”
“You gave me my new body?” I asked, still unaware of the truth. I could sense it on the fringes but wasn’t ready to accept it.
“Yes. You saved the life of a child, one I personally have sworn to protect,” Fredrich explained. “For that, I am willing to do a great deal to repay a debt. I am Dragon after all.”
“Like you said your last name was Drachon,” I said, smiling that I’d remembered.
“A half-truth. I am Dragon. I am the last that I know of. There is so little magic left that I doubt many would see me for what I am.”
I stared into Fredrich’s eyes and there were flickers of fire in them. Part of me instinctively wanted to be afraid of him. The rest of me remembered he’d given me this sexy body and this new life. A small part of me wanted to fuck him.
“So, like, you used magic on me?” I asked, it all coming together.
“I did,” Fredrich answered. “However, I am not done with you.”
As the words left his mouth, I could smell leather and a smith’s forge, likely his breath, surrounding me. With each breath I took in, I could feel my boobies getting bigger and bigger, spreading the cleavage of my nightgown more and more. I moaned and cupped my titties, loving how good they felt as they grew in my hands. They’d been as big as melons when Fredrich and Angela had arrived. They were now nearing the size of my head.
“Bigger,” I said. As my titties grew, I realized Angela’s hand had slipped down her skirt. “Is this turning you on, watching a busty, bimbo slut’s titties grow?”
“Fuck yes,” Angela admitted. “I keep picturing you licking my pussy.”
That got my attention.
I untied the belt of my nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Angela smiled and slid off Fredrich’s lap to sit on the couch. She tugged her skirt and panties down. It took every ounce of willpower to not move between her legs and start licking. Instead, I moved between Fredrich’s legs, reaching to unbutton his leather pants, frustrated that his pants only had buttons and no zipper. I smiled with delight. Commando. Fishing out his rigid cock, I began to stroke it with one hand as I moved between Angela’s legs and teased her clit with one hand while lapping at her slick folds.
I switched back and forth, my titties still growing as I edged each of them. Angela was pleading for release as my breasts swelled larger than basketballs. I lapped eagerly at her pussy and pushed her over the edge, pulling away a moment before she could hold me there. I moved back between Fredrich’s legs and began to bob my head around his large cock. I felt him tense. I slipped back and watched as he came over my tits. I moaned and rubbed it in. I loved it. I was a slut and it was wonderful.
“Thank you, sir,” I said, licking my fingers clean of Dragon’s cum. It tasted like nutmeg and cinnamon.
“Are your breasts big enough?” Dragon asked.
“Yes, sir,” I admitted, lifting them with my arms, the bra now massive. I could feel how large the back had to be to support the weight of my mammoth mounds. “But, like, could I ask for one last thing?”
“You may ask.”
Which brings us back to the beginning. Yes, being a cam girl seemed like a lot of fun. Being the personal fucktoy to Angela and Dragon sounded even better. So I asked him to let me write this. Even now, like, I can feel my mind slipping. Do you know what else could be slipping? Dragon could be slipping his cock in my pussy or between my big, bimbo boobies while I slip my tongue in Angela’s pussy. Like, that would be totally wonderful.
Like, I know I was supposed to be writing something, but I totally can’t remember. Maybe it was about the dragon tattoo I’m going to get on my butt. Like, anyway, Angela’s totally calling so I have to go.
Dragon’s Jade
The comic "Dance With Me" will be up for sale on Patreon this coming Sunday. At 22 pages, it's one of my longest comics. It does contain explicit content. It's the story of a man who bonds with and then falls in love with a succubus. It's loosely based on a story of the same name I wrote a while back.
2024-11-27 23:08:59 +0000 UTC View Post
The last of the worldbuilding, I promise. This is needed to explain what will happen in the upcoming pages.
2024-11-27 18:41:16 +0000 UTC View Post
Expect this to take a while. I've already got seven of fourteen pages worth of script written out, which is what I think it should take to do the whole comic. This all takes place on another world, which the next page will go into detail about. A huge thanks for the commission work, as this allowed me to get some new assets and pay my roommate back, which almost caught me up.
2024-11-26 02:17:06 +0000 UTC View Post
A larger version of the final panel of First Date. A Patreon Exclusive!
2024-11-26 01:33:38 +0000 UTC View Post
One thing led to another. There will be a bonus larger version of their wedding "photo" later today. This was a fun little story to tell. Back to story writing and commission work! I have an interview tomorrow for a part-time job that I want to work, so fingers crossed.
2024-11-25 19:47:42 +0000 UTC View Post
Alex's transformations finish. The question now is what happens next. The conclusion will probably be up tomorrow.
2024-11-24 22:00:06 +0000 UTC View Post
I had a cute idea for a comic. It's a sweet and wholesome TG comic. also, it gives me practice with Filatoon. There will be a total of three pages.
2024-11-24 17:18:23 +0000 UTC View Post
The last page of this for a bit. I have a huge commission I'll be working on and an interview in a couple of days for a new job. Fingers crossed!
2024-11-24 05:06:35 +0000 UTC View Post
More changes are in store for Angie. What interview is Elise talking about? And how is Angie paying her rent and affording shopping? These questions won't be answered next page, but soon.
2024-11-22 17:51:10 +0000 UTC View Post
Hook, line, and sinker. Now to see what will happen to Lisa. More probably next month.
2024-11-22 02:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
And the trap is sprung. Another page up later tonight. I'm also going to update "In the Mirror" with a few pages, then back to commission work.
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2024-11-19 22:01:41 +0000 UTC View Post[[ Note: I've been working on this story for a couple of months and just finished it.
Jamie Smithe looked over the shoulder of her girlfriend and at her computer monitor. “You can’t be serious.”
Elena smiled. “Look, I know it’s a bit extreme, hon, but if what they’re promising is true, can you afford to pass it up?”
Jamie smirked. She knew that Elena was trying to help. She’d been so supportive when Jamie had started to transition. Still, this was insane. “Volunteers wanted for experimental lactation study. One thousand dollars for the first month. Bonuses are available based on results. All genders are accepted.”
Elena drew Jamie’s fingers to her lips, kissing them as she often did. “Do you remember Rachel?” Elena asked, smiling. Jamie did, vaguely recalling the library studies major. “She’s the one that sent this to me.” Jamie was shocked when Elena pulled up two pictures. One was the Rachel she remembered. The other has boobs almost as big as her head. “This was after a month. She admits that the doctors said that the amount of growth is atypical, but still. I know how much you want larger breasts, hon. Isn’t it worth the risk?”
Jamie pondered that. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Elena. “And this has nothing at all to do with the fact that you have a lactation kink?”
Elena grinned. “Maybe just a little bit.” Tilting her head, she kissed Jamie’s cheek. “I’ll do it if you will.”
Jamie sighed. “Fine.” She bit her lip and grimaced as her groin became uncomfortable. She was tucking and the thought of the pair of them having milky tits was making her horny. She could feel her nipples stiffening as well. “We’ll go in the morning.”
Jamie made her way to their bedroom. Taking off her crop top, she reached back to unhook her bra. She frowned as she looked down at her chest. While her breasts had grown somewhat since she’d started on estrogen six months ago, she barely filled her A-cup bra. She wiggled out of her skirt and panties, allowing her stiffened cock to hang freely.
While Jamie wished the damned thing was gone, Elena was bound and determined to enjoy it while Jamie still had one. White Jamie was on testosterone blockers, it hadn’t decreased Jamie’s ability to get an erection, much to her annoyance. Still, if things went well over the next eight months, it would be gone anyway.
Stepping into the shower, Jamie began to soap her body. Her body was hairless from the neck down. Her muscle tone wasn’t as defined as it had been before she had started taking estrogen. She had two, small, pert breasts and her hips and ass had gained a slight bit of curve. Overall, she had an androgynous appearance, except for her long brown hair which she kept in a feminine style. She just wished her boobs were bigger. A lot bigger.
Thinking about having larger boobs, as usual, made her cock even more stiff. She took the eight-inch shaft in her hand and began to stroke it, thinking about her boobs growing. How big would they get? As she pictured her breasts swelling, milk dripping from her puffy nipples, her cock throbbed, spurting cum in the shower. Bracing herself against the shower wall, she waited for her cock to finish. Part of her would miss this feeling. A very small part.
Once she wasn’t weak in the knees, she soaped her dick clean, washed and shampooed her hair, then turned the shower off. Getting out of the shower, she dried off. Elena was standing at the bathroom door, naked from tip to toe, her finger twirling her long blonde hair idly. She was voluptuous and just shy of what most would call curvy. Her D-cup breasts sagged a small amount but that did little to detract from her farm-girl good looks. “Did you save me any hot water?” Elena smiled as Jamie dried her hair.
Jamie hid a grin as she moved to dry off her chest and back. It was a common joke between them. It was why Jamie showered first. Elena loved to take long showers. Finishing drying off, Jamie kissed Elena’s cheek. “Plenty,” Jamie said before smacking Elena’s ass, causing her to jump. Jamie laughed as Elena stuck her tongue out at her. Making her way to the walk-in closet, Jamie grabbed a pink nylon nightgown and slid it down her body before sliding into bed.
Almost twenty minutes later, Elena went to bed wearing only panties. She slid up against Jamie, her back to Jamie’s front, her head against Jamie’s left arm. Given Jamie was eight inches taller than Elena, Elena usually ended up being the “small spoon”, which suited her just fine. She ground her ass against Jamie’s crotch. Jamie smirked. Sliding her hand between Elena’s legs and down her panties, her fingers darted against Elena’s clit. Jamie’s left hand tugged gently on Elena’s nipple.
“I bet you can’t wait to be milked,” Jamie said as Elena moaned.
“I can’t wait to be milked by you,” Elena corrected her. “Or to milk you myself.”
Elena’s hips rocked and Jamie quickened the pace. Elena cried out not much later. As her body eased, she snuggled against Jamie. Jamie kissed Elena’s shoulder before pulling the sheet over them both.
Tomorrow, they’d both become cows.
Jamie waited in the clinic room. She’d filled out all the forms and, after a brief interview, she’s been accepted into the program. She hoped Elena would be, too. There was a knock at the door before a busty woman wearing pink scrubs walked in. Her name tag read “Betsy”. It was hard for Jamie to avoid staring at the nurse’s massive rack. Her breasts were each easily larger than her head.
“Hi there, sweetie. Welcome to the Nucow program. I’m Betsy, your nurse. I just need to verify your date of birth,” Betsy said, sitting down and opening a small case. Once Jamie had done so, Betsy smiled. “Okay, I’m going to need you to take your shirt and bra off.” Jamie complied, a little self-conscious about how small her breasts were compared to Betsy’s. Betsy prepared one needle and disinfected the bottom of Jamie’s right breast. “This is going to feel cold, okay? Nothing to worry about.”
Jamie bit her lip and watched as Betsy poked her right breast with the needle and injected the drug. “Well, there’s no going back,” Jamie thought. She watched as Betsy repeated the process with Jamie’s left breast.
“Now, I wouldn’t expect quick results. If things go well, you’ll come back in for a booster in about four weeks. With you being on testosterone blockers and estrogen, we’d like you to contact us if anything unusual occurs.”
Jamie smirked at that. “I read that you were accepting non-trans persons. How is that different from a man who wasn’t taking t-blockers?”
Betsy smiled. “Oh, that’s a great question. They receive a different drug cocktail than a trans person would. I can’t go into much more detail as this is only the second set of clinical trials. This is all highly proprietary.” Jamie didn’t understand but it was more or less moot. She put her clothes back on. Betsy handed Jamie a small booklet labeled “Nucow Dos and Don’ts”. Betsy grinned at Jamie. “Don’t forget to stop at the front desk for your first check.”
Betsy stood and walked to the door. Her rear was just as big as her tits. Jamie thought of Elena. She’d have been ogling the nurse for certain. Jamie followed Betsy out to the waiting room. Elena was already there smiling broadly.
“Did you get accepted, hon?” Elena asked excitedly. Jamie nodded. “Why don’t we go cash these and celebrate?” Elena said, waving the check in front of her. Jamie smiled. Her girlfriend’s attitude was infectious.
“Sounds like a plan.”
By the time they’d made it to their bank and deposited the checks, Jamie’s stomach was gurgling. She was reading through the “Nucow Dos and Don’ts” while Elena drove. There was a recommendation to eat a diet high in fat and calcium to assist with the production of milk and breast tissue. Ultimately, Elena decided on a buffet. Given how hungry Jamie was, it seemed perfect.
Both Elena and Jamie ate almost double what they normally would have before the pair was satiated. Both went back for ice cream twice. It filled a craving they both had. “It’s too bad they didn’t have chocolate milk,” Elena had commented.
The pair made it back to their car, yawning. “I am so ready for a food coma,” Jamie said as she slid into the car.
Elena smiled. “Sounds lovely.”
Ten minutes later, they’d pulled up to their apartment. Ten minutes later, the pair were curled up, naked, and in bed.
Jamie dreamed of the pair of them in a barn stall with Elena sucking on Jamie’s nipple. Jamie’s breasts were both larger than her head as were Elena’s. Jamie’s cock was gone, which was common in her dreams. Still, Elena’s lips around Jamie’s large nipple were the focus. Jamie mooed in pleasure. Her breasts felt heavy and full. It was heaven. It was…
Jamie woke to the alarm clock going off and the sensation of Elena’s lips around her nipple. Jamie smiled down at Elena. “Enjoying yourself?” Jamie teased.
“Just practicing,” Elena noted. She mocked a pout. “Somewhat surprisingly, your boy bits weren’t getting the message.”
Jamie looked down and Elena was correct. Her dick was completely limp, though her nipples were rock hard. As far as Jamie was concerned, this was perfectly fine.
“It’s okay. I need to get up for work anyway,” Jamie said. Elena pouted. Jamie worked remotely from home. Elena worked at an art studio downtown and gave lessons on glass blowing and stained glass to apprentice glaziers. Elena impishly gave Jamie’s nipple a long lick, causing Jamie to moan in pleasure. As much as Jamie wanted to indulge in Elena’s desires, she had to get ready,
Thirty minutes later, Jamie was sitting in front of her computer, sipping coffee, and wearing a t-shirt and slacks. She had to finish this character model and start working on the animation.
It was a few days before Jamie noticed any changes. Her bra felt uncomfortably snug as she was getting ready for the day. By the time lunch rolled around, her shoulders were aching. Taking a moment while waiting for her food to microwave, Jamie slipped into the bathroom and took her blouse off. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was obvious that her breasts were spilling out of her bra. Thinking about it, there wasn’t time to go shopping for a new bra. She decided to risk going braless until the end of the shift. When she buttoned her silk blouse, she frowned. Her nipples were poking obscenely through her top and were larger than the button size they’d been since she’d started her transition. They were closer to gumdrops now.
Luckily, there weren’t any online meetings that day. Still, as soon as the day was over, Jamie grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
An hour later, she was home again. She’d gone up to a large B-cup or small C-cup, depending on the bra. In four days, her breasts had grown almost two cup sizes. Was this what Betsy had meant by “anything unusual”? Given the rapid increase, Jamie only purchased one bra. Jamie wondered if Elena had grown as much. Staring at herself in the mirror, she realized two things: she’d forgotten to tuck herself that morning, and that she couldn’t tell that by looking in the mirror.
Wiggling out of her panties, Jamie was surprised by how small her cock looked. It might be three inches long. Maybe. It was also completely flaccid. Her nipples, though, were rock hard. Jamie cupped her breasts and mimicked milking herself, pinching her nipples. She moaned in pleasure. Her cock did begin the stiffen, but, to Jamie’s surprise, it didn’t increase in size. Feeling naughty, Jamie stepped into the shower and continued to play with her breasts and nipples. After a few minutes, Jamie managed to do something she’d only dreamed of. Her cock began to jerk and spurt as Jamie came from strictly playing with her tits.
“You know, you might have enjoyed it more if you’d let me suck on your cock while you played with your boobs, Jamie.”
Jamie turned to see Elena, her breasts hanging freely while her hand was down her panties, rubbing herself. Elena’s breasts were larger. Jamie was certain of it,
“You could let me finish you off,” Jamie teased.
“I could,” Elena replied with a smile. She wiggled out of her panties and turned toward the bedroom.
Moments later, Elena was lying down on their bed with Jamie between her legs, licking her out. Elena’s hand groped and massaged her tits while Jamie licked her pussy. As she neared her orgasm, Elena began to cry out. “I’m a slutty cow, moo.”
Instead of finding Elena’s mooing silly, it turned Jamie on more. She redoubled her efforts. Moments later, Elena was holding Jamie’s head between her legs as her body shook, her orgasm overtaking her.
“I love being a slutty cow,” Elena said with a lusty smile, “and I love that you’re one, too.”
“Not yet, I’m not,” Jamie thought, “but soon, I hope.”
After a few more days, there was no denying it. Jamie’s breasts had continued to grow as had Elena’s. Jamie was also ravishingly hungry most of the time. She swore that most of the calories were going to her breasts, though, staring at herself in the mirror, her butt did look like it was rounder, too. Her jaw and ribs were a little sore and her stomach felt odd. There was a general discomfort there. Her dick was smaller than it had been, too. It was barely an inch long now and never got hard even though she got horny at the smallest things.
As it was her day off, she showered quickly before slipping into a pair of panties, leggings, and a pink t-shirt. Her bra from a few days ago didn’t fit at all. She grabbed her phone and dialed the clinic. Yes, that amount of breast growth that quickly was unusual. Yes, they could see her today. Jamie moved back into the bathroom and put her makeup on before grabbing her purse. Elena was already at work.
Locking up behind her, Jamie headed to her car and drove off.
Betsy greeted her at the door, smiling cheerfully. Jamie was certain Betsy’s boobs were bigger than last week, but couldn’t guess how much. She didn’t have the courage to ask. Jamie was led back into one of the patient rooms and was asked to take her shirt off. Betsy pulled out a measuring tape from one pocket.
“When you first signed up, you were a 34A, Jamie. Now, you’re up to a DD cup. That’s astonishing!” Betsy exclaimed. “Are you in any discomfort?” Betsy asked as she prodded Jamie’s breast, which caused Jamie to wince.
“Now that you asked. My breasts do feel a bit tender. I’ve had some stomach issues, but that could be from food. Also, my breasts aren’t the only thing that’s changed size,” Jamie admitted. When Betsy gave Jamie an inquisitive look, Jamie bit her lip. “My dick. It’s tiny now. It used to be about six inches long. Now it’s barely there.”
Betsy made some notes on the computer. “Hmmm… that is odd indeed. We’d like to run some blood work if you don’t mind?”
Jamie nodded. “That’s fine.”
Betsy smiled. “Are you free Monday? If everything checks out from the tests, we might be able to give you the booster early.”
Jamie thought about it. “If you can do it before noon, sure.”
“How’s nine A.M. sound?”
“Perfect.”
Betsy smiled. After drawing blood samples, she thanked Jamie for coming in. She was also given a gift card for a local lingerie boutique. “It’s sort of on us that you’re outgrowing your bras. It’s the least we can do. Oh, and I’d recommend maternity bras. You’re going to be lactating soon enough. Might as well make it easier for you to pump your girls.” Betsy gave a dreamy grin before coming back to reality. “Which reminds me…”
Jamie watched as Betsy walked into the back room and emerged with two boxes. “These are for you and Elena.” Taking them, Jamie realized they were breast pumps. “Once you start, presuming you both do, these will help. We ask that, for the first week, you refrigerate the milk overnight if you can’t drop the milk off the same day. We want to check them to insure everything is in order.”
Jamie nodded. The thought of milking her growing boobs aroused her and she was certain her nipples were poking through her shirt.
Jamie had no problems finding the boutique. She even found cow print nursing bras. Once she had the bra on, her back felt better immediately. Tugging her shirt back on, she paid for the bras and left. She stopped to get food on the way home and tore into it as soon as she was parked on the couch.
She woke up to her stomach rumbling and the smell of pizza. Elena was sitting in the chair next to the couch, munching on a slice while watching something she was streaming. She was wearing a crop top and a pair of panties, which was usual for her when she was lounging. Jamie said nothing as she stretched and grabbed for a slice. She was hungry again.
Elena smiled at Jamie mischievously as she finished her slice. “You know, I figured I’d be more attracted to you with larger breasts, hon, but damn. You’re almost as big as I am. You’re bigger than I was.” Jamie thought about that. Elena had been wearing a 38D bra for as long as Jamie had known her. The look on Elena’s face clued Jamie in. She wanted Jamie to ask.
Jamie rose to the bait as Elena moved to sit beside her. “Okay, sweetness. How big a bra did you grow into?”
Elena slid her arm around Jamie’s waist and snuggled against her. “I’m up to a 38F, though that’s not all that grew,” Elena explained. “Not that I’m complaining, but I had to get new panties. I used to be a size seven, while now I’m up to a size nine.” Jamie’s panties were a bit snug, too, but she hadn’t thought to check. “How about you?”
Jamie tugged her top off to reveal her cow print bra. Elena giggled and mooed before kissing each of Jamie’s breasts. “34DD,” Jamie said, her voice growing husky as Elena nuzzled her breasts. On her frame, Jamie’s breasts looked proportionally bigger. Part of her hoped they’d keep getting bigger. As Elena nuzzled Jamie’s breasts, her nipples stiffened and her breasts felt tighter, especially near her nipples. Elena pulled the flaps of the bra away and wrapped her lips around one of Jamie’s nipples. She bit it gently before beginning to suck on it. After a moment, there was relief in the pressure. Elena’s eyes went wide and her lips pp[[ed free of Jamie’s nipple.
“Don’t stop,” Jamie whimpered.
“Jamie, you’re lactating,” Elena exclaimed before returning to sucking the milk from Jamie’s breast.
While part of Jamie rationally thought about the breast pump, having her girlfriend drinking from her felt too good. The relief of the pressure combined with Elena’s tongue occasionally teasing her nipple was one of the most pleasurable feelings Jamie had ever had. Her free hand caressed her left breast, which Elena wasn’t drinking from, and, as her right breast neared emptying, she felt her groin tighten and release, spilling what little cum was in her balls into her panties.
“Mmmm… dessert,” Elena said lustfully. She slid between Jamie’s legs and licked the front of Jamie’s panties. She paused for a moment, looking curiously at Jamie before tugging down Jamie’s panties and licking her clean. It felt different to Jamie from the times Elena had done it before, but Jamie couldn’t place how.
When she woke up and saw herself in the mirror the next morning, she saw why.
Instead of just her balls, a small indent had formed below her dick. She touched the indent and moaned. It wasn’t possible. Was her body forming a pussy?
Later that day, Jamie got a call from the clinic where the experiment was based. They needed her to come in that day claiming it wasn’t something they could talk about over the phone. Jamie checked with her boss. While it was okay for Jamie to take off early, her boss also let her know that HR wanted to talk with her the next day. With that hanging over her head, Jamie headed to the clinic.
Instead of the busty nurse Betsy, she was greeted by an equally busty doctor who introduced herself as Doctor Simonsens.
“My apologies for asking you to come in. Before I go into detail, I need to remind you that you signed a nondisclosure agreement when you entered the study. What I’m about to discuss with you falls within that agreement. Do you understand?”
Jamie frowned. What could it be? “Okay. As long as my health isn’t at risk,” Jamie conceded.
The doctor nodded. “We don’t think so; however there were some anomalies. You gave us access to your medical records and we cross-referenced those anomalies to your past history, specifically genetics. When you were born, you were born male with perfectly healthy XY chromosome pairings.” She turned the screen in the office to show Jamie. “This is what came up in the tests.
Jamie was confused. “What am I looking at, doc?”
Doctor Simonsens tapped the screen. “Right here. The chromosomes here should be XY. They’re not. They’re XX.” She then clicked on the screen. “These were your pairings before the drug trial. We checked them mostly in case something cancerous showed up but this…”
Jamie’s eyes went wide. “Wait. Are you telling me that, genetically, I’m a woman?”
The doctor nodded. “Exactly how, we have no idea. Nor do we understand the full extent of what will happen to you. We’d like to monitor you closely for a couple of days at least.”
“But I have a job! I can’t just take a few days off!”
The doctor bit her lip. “We’re more than happy to compensate you. In addition, this is for your own safety. We don’t want your body rejecting parts of itself and making you ill.”
“Yeah, I guess, but…”
“No buts, Miss Smithe. I must insist.”
Jamie sighed. “Let me call my boss to let him know.” The doctor nodded.
The results of the call weren’t overly unexpected. Jamie was fired, which was going to happen after meeting with HR anyway. The reasons were irrelevant and just enough for the company to cover their asses legally. Jamie wanted to cry but, frankly, she’d started to hate her job anyway. She texted Elena to let her know what was going on and knew she wouldn’t get a reply for at least a couple of hours.
Back in the room with the doctor, Jamie was required to sign additional forms. Then came the questions. “Have you seen any additional changes?” Doctor Simonsens asked.
“Well, I think I’m growing a pussy,” Jamie explained.
“Any cramps?”
“Yes, I’ve been having cramps. They’re more uncomfortable than painful,” Jamie replied. “Also, I’ve already started lactating and my breasts have been growing.”
“Have you noticed any changes in your sexual orientation?” Doctor Simonsens asked, her tone curious. Jamie was a bit shocked by that. “We’re in unknown territory, Miss Smithe,” she continued. “We’ve never had anyone change gender on a genetic level. We’re only asking for documentation. If you’d prefer not to answer, it’s fine.”
Jamie thought about it. While she did want to know what it felt like to be penetrated vaginally, she’s been fucked in the ass by Elena on occasion and enjoyed it. It was more being attracted and turned on by the female form than the male form. She didn’t think guys were ugly or attractive. They were just “guys”. The idea of them fucking her now that she’d have a pussy neither appealed nor appalled her. “I won’t say that I’m attracted to men, but I don’t find the idea of sex with men unappealing, either,” Jamie ultimately answered.
“We’d also like to run some tests, namely x-rays, an MRI, and an EKG. We’ve already run about every blood test we felt should be run. Also, we’d like to get a sample of your milk,” the doctor explained.
Jamie wasn’t happy about all that, except the milk sample. She was already overdue for a milking. “Milking first then everything else.”
“Certainly.”
Her milk production was almost double what it had been two days prior. Jamie was pleased with that. The doctor was astonished.
“Almost half a liter per breast!” The doctor exclaimed. “Are you in any pain or discomfort?”
“Not in my breasts,” Jamie stated, putting the flaps back over her distended nipples. “Though my nipples are a little sore. My stomach still feels like it’s in knots.”
“Ah, that I can answer,” the doctor said, pulling up the screen. “Your body has begun to develop ovaries and a uterus. Your prostate is completely gone and your testicles might as well be. Our staff’s endocrinologist recommends you stop taking T-blockers as we expect that your body will be producing the normal amount of hormones for a woman within the next few days. It’s already making elevated levels of prolactin.
“There’s also a higher level of the drug we gave you than expected. We’re not certain why, given we’re the only supplier. Have you changed your diet at all?”
Jamie shook her head. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“Well, we’ll keep an eye on you for the next few days. Do you need to call anyone else? Is there anything else you need?” Doctor Simonsens asked.
“This is going to sound bad but one thing I’ve noticed the last couple of weeks is I get aroused at the drop of a hat and, if I don’t take care of it, it becomes like an itch that I can’t scratch. It’s almost a need to find release.” Jamie blushed.
“And how do you find release?” the doctor asked, her tone more curious than alarmed.
“Milking usually causes me to orgasm, though Elena touching me, especially when she…” Jamie felt her heart race and her nipples harden. “When my pussy started to form and she licked the remains of my cock like it was a clit. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.”
Doctor Simonsens looked thoughtful. “While I can’t have your girlfriend show up to relieve you, I’ll see what I can do.”
Over the next two days, Jamie was routinely poked and prodded, along with the doctors running several tests, including two MRIs. An OBGYN, Doctor Tailor, was brought in on the second day. She was patently confused once the exam was finished. “If you told me that the patient had any type of androgyny, I’d call you a liar. The only thing even hinting at it are the size and shape of her hips, but, even then, that’s within normals. Everything else seems perfectly normal for a woman her age, barring her breast size and the fact that she’s producing an abundant amount of milk despite never having been pregnant,” Doctor Tailor explained.
Jamie’s eyes narrowed. “Perfectly normal?”
Doctor Tailor nodded. “Admittedly, there is some internals that show significantly atrophied or outrightly missing male biology. Your urethra has shifted and is now where one would expect to see it on a woman. If I hadn’t seen your file, I would be hard-pressed to say that, biologically, you were ever anything other than genetically female.”
Jamie blinked at that. Her mind spun. “Completely?” Her hands moved to her belly. “Does that mean…”
“That you can conceive?” Doctor Tailor prompted. “Quite possibly; however, given your current medication, I wouldn’t recommend it at this time.”
There was a tap at the door. Doctor Simonsens walked in a moment later. “I’m just here to check with Doctor Tailor,” she said with a smile. “If everything’s okay, you should be good to go and we’ll start prepping for your discharge.”
Elena was waiting for her in the lobby. A grin played on her lips as she helped Jamie out of the wheelchair. Jamie kissed her cheek. “I missed you,” Jamie said. The look of lust of Jamie’s face caused Elena to blush and her nipples to stiffen. Elena bit her lip.
“I imagine,” Elena said, her tone teasing as she and Jamie walked to the car. There was more sway in Jamie’s step than before. “I do need to stop at one place before we go home.”
“Do tell,” Jamie said, slipping into the car. She struggled to pull the seat belt across her large breasts. She hadn’t been able to wear a bra as she left the hospital. The one she’d worn there simply wouldn’t fit.
“Inga’s Intimates,” Elena said with a smile, starting the car. “I’m guessing you will, too.”
Jamie nodded. “The clinic dropped off a stipend and a bonus about twenty minutes ago.”
Elena’s eyes widened at that. “A bonus?”
Jamie nodded. "I’m producing almost two liters of milk a day. They gave me a calcium supplement and told me to stay hydrated.” Jamie cupped her large breasts. “I can’t wait to find out how big I am now.”
Ten minutes later, the pair pulled up to a small store near downtown and walked in. The woman at the register gawked for a moment then snapped her mouth shut. “Welcome to Inga’s,” she said. Her name tag read “Mary”. “Let me know if I can help with anything.”
“Truth be told,” Jamie drawled, “my girlfriend and I seem to be going through a growth spurt. We both need new bras, preferably maternity.”
Mary’s eyes widened, presuming the most likely scenario. “Well, congratulations to you both. If you’ll step into the back, I can get you both measured.”
Five minutes later, both Jamie and Elena were astonished. Jamie had gone from a 34DD four days before and now needed a 34H bra. She’d grown half again as large as she had been. Elena’s breasts had similarly swelled, though more so. Her breasts had increased from F-cups to J-cups.
Mary was astonished. “We do have bras in those sizes, but much bigger and we’ll have to order them.”
Jamie smiled at that. She hoped she kept growing. Aside from a small amount of back pain, she loved how huge her breasts had gotten. They hardly sagged, though Jamie wondered how much of that was due to how much milk was in them. Still, once she got a new bra and put it on, that helped support her girls, which decreased the amount of back pain she’d felt. Elena expressed similar thoughts. They picked up two bras each, expecting they’d likely outgrow them.
The pair left Inga’s, promising to stop by if they needed new bras. Getting into the car, the pair hurried home. Jamie’s breasts were beginning to ache: a sure sign she needed to be milked.
The pair were naked within minutes of getting inside. Moments later, Elena was sucking on Jamie’s left breast while fingering her clit. Jamie hadn’t been able to discretely orgasm for the last few days so it didn’t take long for Elena to bring her to climax. The feeling crashed through her whole body, unlike before when it had centered on her crotch. When Elena moved from Jamie’s nipple to Jamie’s pussy, Jamie mooed in pleasure, causing Elena to giggle.
“You should pump your other udder, cow, while I make up for the last few days,” Elena said before lapping up and down Jamie’s pussy lips.
Jamie reached for the other breast pump she used that she kept on the nightstand and moved it to her left breast. She moaned as the pump started working. Elena’s smile was hidden as she flicked her tongue against Jamie’s clit. While Elena didn’t see herself as a cow, Jamie’s mooing had become a turn-on in and of itself. She planned to see if she could get Jamie to submit to her later. “After,” Elena thought, “I’ve all but worn her out first.”
The next morning, Elena woke to the sound of Jamie pumping her breasts. Elena’s breasts ached as well and the sound of the pumping caused her milk to leak from her nipples in anticipation. She shifted the blanket from her body and made her way to the bathroom, using the facilities before taking a quick shower. The spray against her breasts caused them to throb. Elena was tempted to milk herself in the shower. She knew that the pumps would feel better.
Drying herself off, Elena slipped on a pink nursing bra and a pair of matching panties before making her way to the living room. Jamie was sitting on the couch in a pair of cow print panties and a matching nursing bra, pumping milk from both of her breasts. Her eyes were half-closed.
“Need help with that, cow,” Elena teased.
“Moo,” responded Jamie before giggling. “You know, I was thinking. I’m a bit overdue for a trim and a mani-pedi. Care to join me later?”
Elena reached into the hall closet and grabbed her own breast pumps before sitting on the recliner next to the couch. “Hmm… A mani-pedi does sound nice.” She opened the flaps of her nursing bra and adjusted one cup of the pumps against her left nipple, turning the pump on before repeating the process on her right nipple. She sighed in relief as her milk began to be sucked into the bottles. She looked up as Jamie stood up. “Done already?”
Jamie blushed. ‘Um, no. This is the second time I’ve had to empty the bottles this morning. You didn’t wake when I had to get up to pump last night.”
“Last night? Jamie, hon, how often do you need to pump?” Elena was shocked.
“About every three hours,” Jamie said, looking at the floor and past her leaking nipples. “Also, I kinda lied when I said two liters the other day. I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Scare me?” Elena asked, her eyes wide. “How much, Jamie?”
“Three liters, though that was yesterday,” Jamie admitted, biting her lip. “I keep wondering how much I’ll produce once I stop growing.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t want to stop growing, do you?”
Jamie looked away for a moment then back at Elena. “I do have a point that I think is too big, but not before then. I’m close.” Jamie hefted her volleyball-sized boobs. “Given how much they swell with milk, it won’t take much before I’m too big if I don’t pump regularly.”
Elena giggled. “Well, cow, you better keep pumping. You’re leaking on the floor.”
Jamie blushed and hurried to the kitchen to pour the milk into a jug which then went into the fridge. She returned with the pumps against her breasts and sat back down. Elena had turned the TV on and had moved over to the couch. Jamie sat beside her.
After a while, the pair had finished pumping. With no other plans for the day, the pair got dressed. Jamie put on a knee-length pink skirt and a pink tee while Elena put on a pair of stretch pants, a white tee, and a cream blouse. Both wore black pumps. They made their way to Elena’s car and headed to get mani-pedis, something they often did as a couple.
Just under an hour later, they both headed to Sophie’s Salon to get their hair done. To Elena’s surprise, Jamie asked to get her hair bleached. “Are you sure?” Elena asked.
“I had a dream last night,” Jamie said. She felt her cheeks blush as she recalled the dream. She’d woke up with her fingers in her pussy, but she wasn’t going to tell Elena that. “In it, I was blond and you were… ahem… helping me with…” Jamie glanced down at her breasts. “It felt so real, I wanted to make it real.”
Elena smiled. While she was naturally blond, she had wondered what Jamie would look like as a blond, too. “Well, if you’re sure.”
Between the trim and the bleaching, it was almost an hour before a now blond Jamie was ready to go. She was wincing a bit as the pair left. “You okay, sweetie?” Elena asked.
“My udders are in need of attention,” Jamie said as she got in the car. Elena giggled. “What?”
“You just called your breasts ‘udders’, silly cow,” Elena noted as she pulled the cow out of the parking lot.
“Well, I am a cow and cows have udders, not breasts, moo,” Jamie said. She grinned. “Does that make you my owner?”
Elena almost ran a red light as what Jamie said donned on her. She turned right, making a decision. “Not yet, but I will be after we get home.”
Jamie frowned. “Then why did you turn right? Home’s back that way.”
“You’ll see.”
Elena pulled into Tammy’s Toybox. “You are to stay here, cow,” Elena ordered before opening her door.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jamie replied, curious as to what Elena was here to get. Ten minutes later, Elena walked out with a discrete brown paper bag and put it in the trunk. Ten minutes later, Elena pulled up to their apartment.
Once inside, Elena set the bag on the coffee table. Jamie was taking off her tee when Elena playful smacked her hand. “Pets do not dress and undress themselves. Only their owners do that.” She then tugged Jamie’s t-shirt up over her head. She also helped Jamie out of her skirt, leaving Jamie in her bra and panties.
Elena took Jamie’s hand and led her to the couch. “Be a good girl and wait here. It’s time for me to milk you, cow,” Elena said with a smile. Jamie watched Elena as she got Jamie’s pumps, opened the flaps on Jamie’s nursing bra, and set the cups of the pumps against Jamie’s gumdrop nipples. “Hold these for a moment, pet,” Elena ordered. Jamie held the pumps in place as Elena moved the other end of the couch.
Jamie wanted to giggle. Normally, she was the big spoon but it was obvious that Elena wanted to be the big spoon this time. Jamie wiggled over so that her back was to Elena’s front. Elena turned the pumps on and moved her hands to hold the pumps against Jamie’s breasts. “Such a good cow,” Elena said before kissing Jamie’s neck. “If you’re determined to be a cow, let’s get you milked while I tell you the rules.”
“While you are being milked, you are my cow,” Elena began. “You will wear what I put on you, even if that’s nothing at all. You will address me as Mistress Elena or ma’am. You will do as I tell you, though there’s one exception.”
“What’s that, Mistress?” Jamie asked. Her mind was in a haze from the pleasure of being milked.
“Cows are animals and animals will pleasure themselves when they feel the need,” Elena stated. She wanted to see if Jamie would do as she suggested.
“Like this, Mistress?” Jamie asked. Her hand slid down her panties to her pussy, spreading her wet lips and finding her clit. She began to slowly tease herself.
“Yes, pet; however, you may not cum without my permission,” Elena added.
“Yes, Mistress, moo,” Jamie said, her eyes dropping closed. One thing Jamie had to admit about her fully female body was the ability to edge for so much longer than as a man. Jamie was so engrossed in pleasuring her own body that it took the sting of the pumps trying to draw out milk that wasn’t there before she stopped playing with her clit. “Mistress, my udders are empty, moo.”
“Then let me up, cow,” Elena said.
Jamie moved to stand as Elena shifted on the couch. Elena had turned off the pumps and held the pumps for Jamie to take, which she did. Elena stood and took the pumps back, taking them to empty them into bottles before placing the bottles in the fridge. She returned and shifted Jamie so that her back was facing Elena.
Elena unhooked Jamie’s bra and slid it down her arms. “You won’t be needing this for the rest of the day, cow,” Elena said with a smile. She then also took off Jamie’s panties which were damp from Jamie’s playing with herself. “Now be a good girl and go wait in bed for me.”
Jamie walked from the living room to their bedroom, her hips and “udders” swaying back and forth. She laid down in bed, spreading her legs, her hand going back to her pussy, rubbing and teasing herself.
Elena walked in with the paper bag and a jar of Moomoo Balm. She smiled at Elena as she set the jar and bag on the nightstand. She then took off her clothes except for her panties. Grabbing the jar, she put a little bit of the lilac-scented balm on her fingers and began to rub it into Jamie’s breasts. Jamie mooed in pleasure. “Like that, do you, my pretty cow?” Elena teased. Jamie nodded. “Well, since you’ve been a good girl, it’s time for cow’s owner to reward her.”
“But Mistress already milked me, moo. That felt so good,” Jamie said. “And my pussy is so wet. Cow just wants to cum, Mistress.”
“I know you do, cow. But people get fucked like this. Cows get fucked on all fours.”
Jamie’s eyes widened. It took her a moment, given the size of her chest, to roll over onto all fours, her nipples brushing the sheets, her head facing the headboard. She felt Elena slide off the bed and then watched her grab the paper bag. After a moment of rustling, she felt Elena slide onto the bed behind her and something rubbing against her pussy lips. Jamie felt one hand on her left hip.
Elena laughed. “And to think, I used to complain about waiting for you to fuck me this way. No wonder you were so worn out after.” As she said that, she slowly pressed the head of the strap-on into Jamie’s pussy until she met resistance. Jamie froze. Elena caressed Jamie’s backside. “This is going to hurt for a moment, cow, but then it will feel better. I promise.”
Jamie sucked on her lip as Elena penetrated her virginity. Elena had been right. For a moment, the pain throbbed and Elena didn’t move, letting Jamie relax. Taking in several slow breaths, Jamie began to rock slowly. The feeling of fullness was wonderful.
“It’s not too big is it, Jamie?”
Jamie realized that Elena must be very concerned if she wasn’t calling her “pet”. “No, Mistress. It feels so full and good. Please, fuck your cow, moo,” Jamie pleaded.
At first, Elena was awkward as she rocked her hips. She’d never been the one fucking someone else. Jamie had always done that. After a minute, the pair got into a rhythm. Jamie mooed in pleasure.
“Please, Mistress. Please can cow cum?” Jamie begged. She could feel her climax nearing. “I’ve been a good cow, moo.”
“Only if you promise to make your Mistress cum after,” Elena teased, smacking Jamie’s ass.
“Anything, Mistress. Feels so good, moo.”
“Then cum for me, cow.”
Jamie’s pussy clenched around the strap-on dildo as her orgasm overtook her. She mooed loudly.
Elena moved back as Jamie slid to her side. Sliding off the bed, she wiped the dildo clean and slid the strap-on off her hips along with her panties. Jamie continued to roll over which allowed Elena to straddle her face. Jamie knew just how to wring out every ounce of pleasure with her tongue and it wasn’t long before Elena came as well.
Two weeks later…
“They hired me!”
Elena looked up from her computer. Jamie was standing there wearing just a T-shirt and panties, her nipples poking through the shirt. Her breasts had finally stopped growing a few days before while Elena’s hadn’t grown in over a week. Jamie’s breasts were as large as basketballs. Jamie’s nipples, just after pumping, were the size of strawberries and just as red. Elena’s breasts had stopped growing at J-cups while Jamie’s were impressive M-cups. The clinic had been gracious enough to pay for custom bras for Jamie.
“Who hired you?” Elena asked.
“The clinic. They needed someone to work in their marketing department, though I get to spend whatever time I need to milk my udders.” Jamie explained. “You should see the pumps they have. I’m also not the only ‘cow’, there. One of the secretaries, Stephanie, has udders almost as big as mine.”
Elena smiled. “Almost, but not quite, right?” She stood and walked over. Her hands moved to Jamie’s breasts, caressing them. “I wouldn’t want you to be anything less than the best cow.”
“Moo.”
Elena giggled. “Such a good cow.”
“But Mistress, they did offer me a choice,” Jamie noted. “They think my body can handle growing even more. If I agree, I’d get to spend the day producing milk while I got to stream or surf to my heart’s content. They’d be able to sell my milk to mothers to feed their babies.”
Elena arched an eyebrow. “They gave you a choice? Wait, Jamie. Don’t tell me.”
Jamie nodded. “I accepted. I already took the booster. They sent me a set of pumps to pump at home and a milking bench. Are you okay with this, Mistress?”
Elena traced her fingers through Jamie’s hair and smiled. “Silly cow. Of course, I’m okay with this.” Jamie nuzzled Elena’s hand. “Aren’t you glad we signed up for that study? Now, let’s test out those new pumps.”
The idea for this comic was that some mammals gain weight before hibernating. Well, what if a woman gained pounds as winter came along. Part two later today.
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Another commission piece I've been working on. It's been rendered for a few days but life's been hectic, so I only got around to finishing this in the last hour or so, then got busy again.
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