by Candy Banger
As Nina’s pussy began to quiver, the pussy lips pulling apart slightly, so that more milk could get inside, I continued to fill her up. When her pussy was full, and the milk started to overflow, spilling out of her, she moaned, and, overcome with desire, she pulled Lev’s dripping white cock towards her.
The two of them then began to fuck, the sound of my hot liquid splashing in and out of Nina’s pussy, her greedy little pussy drinking up the milk, lapping it up and getting milky white whiskers.
While Nina and Lev fucked, I got heavily to my feet, leaning over them and letting my milk dribble all over them, onto their stomachs, their asses, their faces. Giving them their very own Disneyworld white-water ride.
As I massaged my breasts, I kept making this low, hollow moan, over and over again, mooing with animal pleasure.
Lev yelped, and Nina was panting with ecstasy. I knew how much she’d wanted to fuck her childhood friend, her ‘little brother’, all along, and seeing her finally so happy, getting exactly what she wanted, made me happy.
Besides, I had my own baby now, growing and growing inside me, pushing itself against my insides, making me hornier than Nina had ever done.
I left Nina and Lev, splashing around in my milk and fucking, squealing like kids in a water fight, and I wandered out of the apartment, naked and dripping wet, not caring who saw me. All that mattered to me now was finding a patch of earth to lie down in somewhere, to rub my engorged belly as I lay in the mud, feeling the milk flowing out of me, flowing into the earth, as I mooed and mooed and mooed with pleasure.
I never asked my doctor about it, but I guess it was something to do with my hormones. It was just a woman thing, I guess.
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SWAPPED AND PREGNANT
When unsuccessful salesman Mark is fired from his job by his sexy, domineering boss, Adam, he wants payback. What he doesn't realize, is just how sweet payback will be.
Late one night, Mark meets a saucy sorceress, and is transformed from an ordinary guy into a stunning, curvaceous woman. And when he goes back to visit Adam for revenge, he is shocked by what happens. Adam is not only wildly attracted to Mark's new alter-ego, Mandy, but he wants to impregnate her!!!
This story contains scenes of feminization and graphic descriptions of a sexual nature. Strictly for adults only!
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SWAPPED AND FERTILE
When Andrew, an eighteen year old servant, is selected by the cruel, mysterious, Duke Of Roehampton for a very special task, he has no idea just how much his life will change. The Duke gives Andrew a special gender-bending tonic, which totally transforms the inexperienced lad.
Soon, the Duke reveals his real reason for choosing Andrew. Soon, Andrew realizes that he wants to provide the Duke an heir, hard and without protection!
FROM SWAPPED AND FERTILE
‘You are to sleep here,’ said the Duke, who had led me inside the house personally, and taken me to the far end of the house, to a quiet corridor that seemed far away from every other part of the house. I wondered for a mad moment if he might try to kill me in there, and thought that if I screamed, it was likely no one else would hear me.
‘Are Jonathan and Sam to sleep here too?’ I asked, as the Duke opened the door and I saw, with dismay, just one small bed.
‘Their sleeping quarters are beside the kitchen,’ said the Duke. ‘It is just you here, my boy… just you, all by yourself.’
I became aware of how fast my heart was beating, how strong a reaction my body seemed to have to my powerful new Master. He made me feel weak at the knees, and yet full of rage at the same time. Why was he saying such mysterious things to me? I was nothing more than a servant. Was he trying to scare me in some way?
‘Well, my boy,’ said the Duke. ‘It is past midnight, and I suggest you get a good night’s sleep.’ He gestured around the simple, rather dusty little room. ‘Make yourself at home. It is no palace in here, of course, but if you do as you are told, and behave yourself, like a good chap, then I will give you everything that you deserve.’ With those strange words, he lit a candle beside my bed, and bid me goodnight, then walked over to my door. Suddenly, before he left, he turned back toward me.
‘Oh, Andrew, before I go, there is one thing that I require of you.’ He took a small, glass vial from his pocket. It had a shining silver stopper and was full of some iridescent pink fluid. It shone with a strange light in his hand. ‘We’ve had a rather troubling bout of cases of dysentery recently. Very nasty business. This tonic should protect you from it.’ He walked over to me and pressed the bottle into my hand. ‘Drink it all down now, lad.’
I looked at the bottled. I’d never quite seen a tonic like this before. Such a lurid pink colour. I removed the stopper, and was assaulted by a sickly sweet smell. It subsided slightly, and was replaced by a pleasant aroma, not dissimilar to strawberries and cream. I held the bottle to my lips and for a moment, glanced at the Duke. He was looking at me with a sort of burning hunger. I hesitated for a moment, and then tipped the sweet liquid into my mouth. I felt a strange warm sensation spread from my stomach outward, until all of my body was tingling with a pleasant glow.
‘Oh yes, just one more thing, my dear,’ he said, his eyes moving over my slim, shivering body. ‘You remember our meeting place outside?’
I nodded fearfully.
‘Meet me there after breakfast,’ he said, and then looked a little more closely at me. ‘And make sure you bathe yourself first.’
He then turned, and exited my room, closing the door behind me, leaving me standing there, my heart beating furiously, fearfully, wondering what terrible things awaited me in my new life in Roehampton.
*
That night, of course, I barely slept a wink.
All night long, I was tormented by images of the Duke’s face. His angular jawline, his determined eyes, his tall, towering stature… At first I had been surprised by how gentle he had seemed, but then… the things he had been saying, with such a deep, powerful confidence… what did he want from me? What terrified me most of all, though, was the strange effect that this man had on me. He had made me feel… beautiful… for the first time in my life. He had made me realise than I was more than just flesh and bone. I was a woman.
In my dreams, I felt my male body twisting, and distorting, felt my flesh moving under my skin. I felt strange new things as I tossed and turned. I even dreamt that I woke up at one point, drenched with sweat, and ran my hands over a body that was unfamiliar to me, supple and soft. I felt a strange new energy awake in me as I dreamt more of summer, trees and moist, ripe peaches. I was a woman.
And every woman needed a man.
*
I woke up, in my bed, with a start, for a moment not knowing where I was. It was still the middle of the night. The silvery light of the moon came in through the curtains, giving my room an unreal aspect. I stayed still for a second, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of my new quarters. Slowly, memories of the previous night and day started to come back, of the journey, of the Duke, and … my unsettling dreams.
‘Well you’re awake no-’ I started to say. But the voice that came out of my lips wasn’t mine. It sounded more high-pitched, oddly musical.
‘What on earth?’ This was not my voice. Was I ill? Had I caught the dysentery that the Duke had mentioned last night. Did you get a sore throat with dysentery. I realised I didn’t really know what dysentery was. I felt my throat. Peculiar. No stubble. And my hand was smooth and elegant-looking. I slowly moved my hands over my whole body, which felt much more slight. I began to worry that something was seriously wrong, and then, I touched my chest.
I had bosoms.
Not just pectoral muscles, but gigantic,
curvaceous breasts. The breasts of a woman. As I touched them, I gasped, as bolts of sweet pleasure shot down my body, toward my groin. I moved the covers down and saw my breasts for the first time. Smooth, large, with hard, little nipples. I touched each one again, and shivered with a totally new feeling of pleasure.
Could it be? How had this happened? Had it been the tonic the Duke had forced me to consume?
Carefully, worried, I reached my hand down to my trousers, which were loose around my now thin waist. I pulled back the band and slipped my hand beneath. My member was gone. In its place was a smooth slit, and two silken lips. As I touched my … and I couldn’t believe this … my pussy, I felt a warm, delicate pleasure begin to radiate out from my groin and through my whole body.
Is this how good it feels to be a girl? I didn’t care how it happened, I just wanted to enjoy this unbelievable luck. I began to rub my fingers up and down the slit and felt a warm wetness begin to spread out and across my pants. My fingers began to, almost without me thinking, slip in and out of my folds, probing deeper and deeper with each thrust. I ground my ass into the mattress beneath me, causing me to arch my back and to moan. My other hand I moved over and over my breasts, licking my finger and using my saliva to cause waves of quivering pleasure to pulse through my body. This body was incredible, like nothing I’d ever seen as a man.
‘Fuuuuuccckkkk…’ I whispered to myself and then groaned, louder, ‘FUCK.’ I’d never sworn like this before, but my mind was racing, I was out of control.
My fingers moved faster and faster in and out, causing little wet sounds that added to my arousal. I began to feel warm, and then hot, and I could feel my muscles beginning to clench and unclench all over my body. And then, the delicious sensation in me reached an incredible climax: I could feel the muscles in my body begin to tighten, out of control, spreading, out, from my groin to my buttocks, to my flat stomach, to my arms, to my neck. My back arched and I pushed my hand hard into me, fitting as much into me as I could. It was incredible.
‘Oh. My. God.’ I gasped, as I came.
Totally satisfied, I wondered at the slippery fluid now covering my fingers, and brought it up to my mouth. It tasted sweet and clear. I relaxed, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
*
The next morning, after a night of tossing and turning, I was awake, trying to come to terms with what had happened to me in the night. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall and was shocked to see just how beautiful I was. My chestnut hair now lay at my shoulders, and my green eyes were framed with long, beautiful eyelashes. My lips, a deep crimson colour were plump and moist. And my body was the body of a goddess. I was of course far too unsettled and confused to eat any of the breakfast which Sam and Jonathan might have prepared in the kitchen. A few minutes later, however, I heard a knock on the door.
‘Is there a dirty young woman in there?’
I didn’t reply.
‘My dear, it’s time for you to have a bath, don’t worry, we all know you must be confused. Just want to clean you up before your meeting with the baron.’
I wrapped myself in a sheet from the bed, and opened the door. When the cook saw me, her eyes opened wide and she smiled with surprise. ‘Why you’re as pretty as a picture, young lady.’
Well, that’s the first time I’d been called a young lady in my life. Time for another first, my first bath as a woman. Back in London, I had only been permitted to bathe three or four times a year, and I was well aware of what a grubby little wretch I was. I knew that my clothes were stained with sweat, and my face streaked with grime. But I had been no different to any other lowly servant boy in that respect. I was, in fact, cleaner than a lot of them.
A bath, however, was a rare treat, and being instructed to take one by my own Master felt nothing short of a miracle. When I walked into the kitchen, and set down the old tin bath on the tiled floor, the cook looked at me with disapproval, her hands on her hips. ‘Oh dear,’ she said, taking me in. ‘You’ll never do for the Master like that. I’d better fetch you some new clothes to wear, once you’ve had that bath.’
She poured hot water from a copper kettle into the bath, filling it up to the brim with steaming, soapy water, and I removed my garments, there in the kitchen, naked in front of all the other servant boys. I felt Jonathan’s eyes on the space between my legs as I stepped into the water. And, as I lowered myself in, I felt Sam’s eyes on my breasts. The boys must have been unable to believe their eyes. Did they know, as well, what had happened to me.
‘Boys, look away!’ screeched the cook. They looked away, shifty, but I could still feel their eyes occasionally on me.
I lay back in the bath, my eyes closed, feeling some of the tension I had felt earlier that day begin to melt away. Perhaps, in my tiredness and confusion, arriving at the manor house late last night, I had let my imagination run away with itself. The Duke had been a gentle man, had he not? He had welcomed me, escorted me to my room, and left me politely to take my slumber. What harm in that? And besides, the Duke was happily married, to the Duchess of Roehampton. What would he want with me? And why would I even be thinking of him like that?
The cook returned to the kitchen after I had been soaking myself clean for ten minutes or so, and she placed a scrap of red material over the back of a chair near the future. ‘The Duke says you are to wear that for him today,’ said the cook, unblinking. ‘And he also told me to make sure you’re extra clean.’ She smiled, a big, grimacing smile, and picked up a cloth from the table and stepped towards me.
‘Oh, I can manage myself, thank you…’ I stuttered.
‘I’ve been given express instructions to scrub your privates,’ said the cook, without shame or embarrassment, dipping her red, calloused fist into the water, pushing the cloth between my legs.
‘Oh, no!’ I cried out, but it was too late. I felt the cloth touching the soft space at the top of my legs, stroking my silky lips, parting them ever so slightly and rubbing, a little harder than I would have liked, up and down, in between the folds.
‘Is that nice, girl?’ asked the cook.
I felt my cheeks redden, and noticed Jonathan watching me, hiding his face behind his hands, giggling. But I felt too aroused to feel embarrassed now. I had never been touched by another person - down there. It felt marvellous, not knowing which way the cloth would move next, and every time it did, it was a new surprise, tickling my most sensitive parts, playing with me, coaxing me. I lay back and closed my eyes, trying to imagine it was not the cook who was touching me at all, but someone else… someone like… the Duke?
I gasped at my wicked thought, and the cook grinned, thinking it was her touch that had made me gasp.
‘You think that’s good,’ she said, with a wink. ‘I’m going to scrub your rosebud now, Missy.’ She pushed the cloth further down, forcing it between my buttocks, and reached around to my tender hole. My eyes widened as the fabric touched me in the place I barely dared mention.
‘That’ll make you more presentable,’ said the cook. ‘You never know which bit is going to be needed.’
Needed? What did the cook mean by that? Before I had a chance to ask, she began applying soap to my breasts. ‘We’ll get your titties nice and gleaming now,’ she said, then looked over at a saucepan, beginning to boil over with water on the hob. ‘Oh, hang on a minute,’ she said. ‘I’d better see to that. Jonathan, come here my boy.’
Jonathan walked over to me, shyly.
‘Take this cloth,’ instructed the cook. ‘Now make sure Andrew’s tits are sparkling.’ She threw the cloth at Jonathan, who gave a quiet yelp and looked at me, shocked, but not altogether displeased, about this new task he had been given.
She knelt down beside the bath, his handsome young face beside mine. His blue eyes shone with nervous excitement, as the cloth drew closer to me. ‘I’m going to scrub your left breast first,’ he whispered, as he lowered the cloth to my nipple. Instantly, I felt my nipple stand on end, and Jonatha
n’s soft, gentle hands worked on me, massaging and cleaning my breast as it had never been done before. As he worked, Jonathan’s eyes shone even brighter, and his tongue drew slowly across her lips.
‘How’s that, my lady?’ he whispered.
I looked into his eyes, smiled, and nodded.
Jonathan’s hand moved gently across to my right breast now, growing a little braver, circling the nipple and then massaging me in powerful movements, causing my breath to grow heavy. Jonathan smiled, and looked around to check what the cook was doing, then, he looked back at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and he moved the cloth down, rubbing it over my belly, and then further down, to my pubis. I felt the cloth between my legs once more, and then, suddenly, I felt Jonathan’s soft little fingers stroking my lips, and his fingers exploring the folds of flesh within me. Jonathan looked so handsome, with his blonde curls falling over his face as he concentrated on his exploration of my parts. His face was so close to mine now that I wanted to reach out and kiss him.
