I mean, how could I not cum from looking at myself in a mirror? I look like a fucking sex goddess. I’m like some super sexified version of a porn star. My tits are enormous, my skin is shiny and bronze (I’m not even going outside!!!), and my hair just keeps getting longer and sexier and more blonde...
God...I mean...look at me. Right there. In the mirror across from my desk. I’m just, like, sitting, and it’s totally the sexiest thing anyone has ever done. Nobody’s ever sat sexier than I sit. I just, sit there, and look all concentrate-y, and my lips are so plump, and my face is so sculpted and hot, and my tits are just falling out of my tiny little lingerie, and I...I....I...
—okay, I’m back. A good cum to clear my thoughts. All cleared! Also, I put a blanket over the mirror. It’s important to put this stuff to paper, you know?
Anyway.
The straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak, was that one day, I had a spare water glass in my room. Without knowing I had emptied it already, I picked it up and drank what was inside. Only, my tits were lactating again (I was turned on. It seems to happen when I’m turned on, like now), and so...yeah. I drank my own milk.
And like I said, it was fucking magical.
It was like, the most delicious thing I could have ever possibly imagined. It was not like what I imagine regular breast milk tastes like at all. No, mine was sweet, and thick, and warm and delicious and made me just want to pass out from arousal.
Yeah...it turned me on. So like...I produce my own aphrodisiac, now.
Don’t ask me how I walk around without finger-fucking my hot blond body every second of every day. I don’t even know anymore.
But still, I knew something was off.
I searched around. I found the pills in a bathroom deep in the East Wing, where Mister Castle’s bedroom is. When I was there, I strutted by the bedroom—trying not to make my high heels click—and I overheard Claudette and Lilah talking. They were on the bed—I could see them through the crack of a door. Each wore heels—as always—and hot tight lingerie.
“Did you see her today?” Lilah asked.
Claudette nodded. “Oh yes. She looked perfect.”
“She’s really just being a doll.”
“Oh, truly. I can’t believe how well she’s conformed.”
“All women conform to Mister Castle’s will eventually.”
“Oh yes,” said Claudette, kissing Lilah fiercely on the lips. “All the good ones, anyway.”
In front of the bed was an enormous screen. Apropos of nothing, it flickered on. Displaying then was the video feed of a gorgeously handsome man—Mister Castle. I lost myself for several moments, staring into his deep dark eyes.
“Hello, girls.”
“Hello, Sir,” they sang together.
“How are you today?”
“Perfect, Sir.” They held hands intimately, touching bumps and breasts together.
I whispered silently along with them. Perfect, Sir.
“And the newest acquisition? How is she?”
“Wonderful, Sir,” said Lilah. “We were just saying how taken we were with her.”
“Terrific. I’ll be home tomorrow to inspect her myself. Now...”
He stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock was in front of the screen. It was so...so very huge.
“You know what I want to see. Show me.”
“Yes, Sir!” they moaned together.
And then they were making out passionately...making out while Castle stroked his cock in front of the screen. Their milk poured out from their tits, soaking their pregnant bodies. It splattered as they lunged into one another, kissing with so much fire and vigor.
Soon, Castle ordered them to switch. They sat together, in front of the screen, while Castle continued to stroke his cock. Lilah and Claudette finger-fucked one another. All three of them masturbating to what they saw on their respective screens. Their milk and precum flying out of their bodies.
Oh yes. I was too—of course. I could hardly help myself. His cock...god, his cock! It was enormous. It was so fucking big and perfect and veiny. It was everything I didn’t know I always needed to fill up my life.
“I’m going to cum, girls.”
His strokes were getting faster and faster. I felt my own orgasm approaching. To add to it, I slid up droplets of milk to my mouth, sucking it down while I fucked my pussy even harder.
“Please, Sir!” they chanted, finger fucking one another harder.. “Please!”
“Please!” I moaned under my breath, barely able to control the volume of my voice.
His cum splattered against his camera—and so against the screen. Lilah and Claudette came as it did, and I did as well. I almost collapsed from the force of my orgasm—the milk had really increased the potency. Lilah and Claudette giggled happily, saying good night to their Man as he turned off the screen.
Before they noticed me, I managed to slink away back to my room.
The bastard would be here tomorrow. Then I’d really suck him. Show him, I mean. I’ll really show him. God, I wrote that. I don’t have to write that I’ll suck him. Suck him really, really good. Suck that big beautiful cock until he can’t...
Um.
Show him. I’m going to show him who’s in charge.
Yup.
NOW:
At times, I reflect. I had such silly thoughts. Desires like being in charge, making decisions in my life. Wanting money.
I never wanted any of those things. Once you have true bliss, how can you possibly want anything else?
I do not want to be in charge.
I do not want to make decisions.
I do not want money.
I want to obey orders.
I want to be property.
I want to be a good maid for the Castle Estate.
My life is so simple and easy. All I have to do is be who I am. What could be better than that?
THEN:
Just as promised, I showed Mister Castle what I was made of.
He arrived home late in the evening. His first order of business was to fuck his wife—I could hear her moans all the way in my room, and they were fucking in the entry, and my room is in the back of the estate, so this was no small order.
An hour later, though, he ordered me to his office.
You could say I went obediently—but I wanted to confront him.
I didn’t think about the fact, however, until I was more than halfway there, that I was confronting him in my ridiculously sexy maid’s uniform, though.
In person, he was even more of a stud than I could have ever imagined. Everything Claudette said—that I would love his smell, that I would need to suck him off the second I saw him, that I would be blown away by how large and muscular and masculine he was in real life—that was all so fucking true.
And yet somehow, through the force of sheer will alone, I managed to defy him.
“Hello, Abbey,” he held out a hand. “It’s so very nice to finally meet you.”
Willing to appear deferential, I shook his hand. He took it though, and spun me around as if were on a ballroom, dancing. He had a good look at me. He looked at me the way you might examine a piece of meat at the butcher’s. This infuriated me; this turned me on; this infuriated me that it turned me on.
“The same,” I said. My voice was breathy and soft.
Oh yes, that's another change. My voice. It used to be sort of shrill and biting. Now, everything I say is laced with sweetness. I like it, most of the time. When I cum, it makes me want to cum again, how sweet it sounds when I scream out.
“How do you like it here?”
“How do you think I like it here?”
He looked genuinely surprised. “I’m sorry?”
“You’ve got some weird damn stuff happening here, Mister! Your wife is a nymphomaniac. Your old maid is just as bad. I can’t stop taking these big-booby bimbo pills, and my tits are lactating!”
At that last part, his eyes flashed. Was it...arousal, I saw?”
> He sat down at his desk. “You seem upset, Abbey.”
“I am upset!”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I had very much been looking forward to meeting you.”
“I don’t—wait, what?”
“Lilah and Claudette have been calling me every night. They do that anyway—such good girls. They show me how they use their bodies to honor me. But always, they talk about you. They even moan your name sometimes when they cum.”
I knew they did this at the least on the night that I saw them do it. But I didn't know it was regular. And a part of me still suspected that it was all part of a plot. That they knew I was there—how could they have missed the clicking of my heels, after all? And so they knew to say nice things about me when I “wasn't supposed to be around.” Very likely indeed!
“They do...they what?” I asked.
“They like you. And so, I like you. You’ve become someone very close to my heart.”
“Well...I don’t care!”
I got right in his face, waving my finger under his nose. I didn't think about how my lactating tits were right under his face.
“You’ve been...you’ve been changing me! Somehow! I don’t know!
He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “Yes. I have.”
“W-what?”
“Or, I haven’t. Not personally. But a drug funded by me has, yes. Very much so.”
I noticed, for the first time, how his gaze was glued to my lactating tits. My tight little dress was soaked through around my breasts. His bulge, already substantial between his legs, grew and grew.
“I don’t...you’re just admitting it?”
“I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Nothing to hide?”
I could hardly believe my ears.
“You’ve got everything to hide! You’ve been drugging me!”
“I’m going to tell you all about it, if you’ll be quiet for a moment.”
He spoke to me as if I were a child. Well, I’d show him! I’d listen attentively while he explained!
Who’s a child now, Mister Castle?
“The drug is, at its base, a fertility drug. It’s designed to make women more...fertile. And more likely to be fertilized. And thus the larger breasts for matronly duty. The shinier hair to attract a mate. The wider hips to showcase birthing aptitude. You were a natural. Most women, even if they’re compatible, only show thirty to forty percent compatibility. Even Claudette, the very model of a compatible case with an earlier version of the drug, showed forty-five percent. You’re at ninety-seven percent compatibility, Abbey.”
I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of pride. Better than Claudette? Better than Lilah?
“What does that mean?”
“It means you were made to be this way...and I’m just correcting nature’s error in not making it so already.”
I gulped.
“Why not Claudette and Lilah? Why not experiment on them?”
“They’re pregnant, of course. I’m not risking the lives and well-being of my progeny on experimental drugs. It’s not for them.”
“But...you’ve already got them,” I protested still. “Why do this to me?”
His bulge pulsed and grew again.
“It’s simple, really. I’ve found out something about myself.” He reached up, touching my wet, milky nipples. I did nothing to stop him. “I love women are lactating. I love the feel of their milk on my body and my cock. It makes me feel alive.”
“W-what?”
“Their milk. It’s just a liquid, like any other. It’s a lubricant. Lilah and Claudette, the two of them, their sexy bodies pushing up against each other while they service my cock? Their milk-heavy tits leaking out cream on my stiff, erect penis? It’s a sight to behold. I can see you agree.”
“N-no I don’t?”
“Then why are your fingers sliding around your pussy?”
“B-because...shut up! This isn’t about me.”
“It very much is, Abbey. You’re special. We’re so glad you’re here. Do you know how many candidates we had to reject? Their bodies wouldn’t conform to the pills properly. Nothing bad, I assure you. The pills just...didn’t take. And then, there were the ones who took them, but rejected our lifestyle. They wanted to leave.”
“I want to leave!”
“Do you, really?”
To my surprise, he looked almost hurt. His hand drifted away from my nipples and down to my hip, trying to tug me in.
“We’ll take care of you, Abbey.”
I put my hands to my head.
“Even if you leave...we’ll pay you what you’ve earned. But without the full treatment, the effects of 44DD will dissipate. You’ll no longer have that figure.”
“I don’t care about this figure!”
“Truly?” He reached up and grabbed my breast, harder than he had before. I moaned, my knees buckling. “You don’t like any of what it gives you?”
“Don’t...don’t...you’re doing...oh god that feels good.”
“I’m very hard, Abbey. My cock is totally erect. Look at how it's straining my pants. That’s your doing. Have you ever made a man hard before?”
“T-Terrance. He says...”
“Mm, of course. Have you sucked his cock?”
“No...he wouldn’t let...I mean...I just didn’t want to...”
“You want to suck mine?”
Tribulation time. I gathered up every ounce of will that I had.
“No,” I said solemnly.
And then I turned and walked to the door. I couldn't believe it. I had done it. I had won! I would be out of this place!
“Abbey,” he called.
And, just like an idiot, I turned.
He had dropped his pants. His cock—his bare, unprotected cock—was there. I could see every veiny, hot inch.
I gathered up every ounce of will that I had.
And then I promptly sank to my knees. I couldn’t help myself anymore.
I crawled to him, waving my hips sexily as I did. I wanted to present to him what a good, feminine fuckpet I could be.
“Come on,” he said. “Be my good girl. Be part of the family. Take my cock.”
Moaning with need, I wrapped my lips over the edge of his meat.
It tasted.
So.
Good!
I was lost the second I let him into my mouth. Right after that, I was happily sucking him all the way down—and I mean all the way down, no gag reflex at all.
Yeah, apparently all those physical changes? Well, they accommodated his cock stuffing down my throat as well.
As such, he was able to fuck my throat thoroughly. My pussy got something of a preview of what it might be like to be filled—as I’m sure he was pumping into my throat with the same vigor that he would show when drilling into a hot babe’s cunt.
He grabbed me by the thick, shiny locks of my golden mass of hair, pistoning harder and harder into my mouth. He fucked me deeply, thoroughly. He violated me.
I loved it. Without even fingering my pussy, I felt like I was going to cum. Meanwhile, he was thrusting me back and forth on his cock so hard that I had ripped my tiny outfit down. My tits sprayed milk everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That's so fucking hot. You're so good, Abbey. You're so good. So...s-so...”
He came deep into my belly. It was so warm and hot and good, splashing down my throat, through my mouth. It flowed outward, staining down my uniform. I came with him, staring up at him with deep, happy, soulfully loving eyes.
In that moment, I really did love him.
But then my senses returned to me.
“Thank you,” I said, wiping my mouth and getting up off the floor. “But that's really it for me.”
But I really, really am getting out of here. There’s something rotten about all this. I don’t care if I lose this fabulous body. I don’t care if I never taste Mister Castle’s cum again.
I don’t.
I don’t, oka
y? Really.
I’m leaving, and I’m getting my money, and they can’t stop me.
NOW:
In the evening is dinner.
I attend to the Master and Mistress of the household, kneeling before them under the dinner table. Mostly, I begin with Lilah; over time, however, Claudette slides her fingers into Lilah’s cunt and takes over. That is my signal to switch over to Mister Castle. I take his enormity down my throat, all the while silently begging and pleading for my meal.
If I do well enough, he cums in my belly, giving me my dinner. This is so gracious of him. By letting me eat his cum for my meals, he doesn’t have to pay for my food—and so he can increase my pay!
Of course, mostly I just donate my paychecks directly back to him. I want for so little, and he pays me so much! As I said, I don't want any money from him.
I only want to serve.
THEN:
I’m not a virgin anymore.
I’m not a virgin anymore, and I’m still here.
I know. I know.
I know, okay?
I know what I said. I know that I was leaving. And I know that I said I didn’t care about what Mister Castle said, or about this incredible body, or anything like that. I know!
But, um, well. Here’s what happened:
They convinced me.
Not Castle, no. Or at least not by himself. And not Terrence, either, though I could see he was let down when I refused to even speak with him when he swung by my room to talk. I was too busy packing, I insisted, and he had better scoot on along.
An hour after I finished my last entry about sucking Castle's cock, Claudette and Lilah appeared in my doorway.
“Knock, knock,” said Lilah.
You should have seen them. Both of them, leaning up against opposite frames—framing the doorway themselves with their busty, pregnant bodies. Their immense, milk-heavy tits just nearly touching at the nipple. They each wore tight stockings, sexy high heels, barely-there sheer panties, and gorgeous push-up bras. Lilah was in black, and Claudette was in white.
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