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“I'm so jealous of you, Jen,” Chelsea said as everyone else was leaving class. “Brains, beauty, a great boyfriend. It must be nice.” The brunette sighed dramatically while gazing into the distance.

“Yeah, whenever I see you two together it's just the cutest,” agreed Rachel. The redhead was very obviously trying and failing to not stare at my breasts. “Usually the lovey-dovey couple routine gets old after a while, but you two own it."

I smiled at the praise I was getting from my best friends. They were always supportive of me and Master, but with the combination of my changes and our increasingly public displays of affection, I had worried that they would start to become as jealous of me as I used to be of them. They were both very attractive, in my opinion. They had beautiful figures and sizable chests, which until recently had always made me feel a bit inadequate. They still beat me handily in the height department, but now I was easily the bombshell of the group.  

“I won't deny that I'm a very lucky girl,” I replied to them, “but I'm sure you'll both find partners that make you just as happy as Ma-, er, Travis makes me.” Attempting to cover my slip-up, I gave them a haughty smile. “You're both almost as awesome as I am, after all.”

“Pff, you're so generous,” smiled Chelsea.

“In more ways than one,” Rachel teased, using the joke as an excuse to openly ogle my boobs.

I rolled my eyes as I packed my notes into my bag, which was still a little awkward for me since I had to lean over to see past my boobs. I had been adjusting to my new figure all week, and some things were still a little difficult. Regardless of the minor inconveniences, though, I loved my body. The fact that my utter eroticism was noticed everywhere I went was always a rush.

When Master made my new form permanent, we found that reality had been altered to fit. I managed to find a photo of myself from middle school, and found that my previously scrawny thirteen year old self had been replaced with a busty little vixen with D cup breasts and an abnormally large butt. Apparently I was a very early bloomer, and I had just kept blooming until I hit my current form near the end of high school. I had confirmed this with Chelsea, who I'd known since elementary school, and she had just seemed confused about why I had brought it up.

The downside of all this, though, was that I was sexiness incarnate, and we really should've known the possible consequences of that. Guys were hitting on me constantly. It was extremely flattering, of course, and while some guys were nice and backed off when I indicated I wasn't interested, others didn't. The last straw came when some asshole had the nerve to grope me before even speaking two sentences to me. Fortunately, some public reprimanding and a swift punch to the groin was enough for the idiot to see the error of his ways.

Not wanting a repeat of that experience, I discussed the problem with Master. We decided that I would wear the collar in public, making every guy that wanted to come on to me perceive me as completely unobtainable. The longing gazes of guys who clearly thought I was out of their league turned out to be supremely satisfying.

Wearing the collar full-time opened up new areas of exploration. After discovering that Master could control me from an apparently unlimited distance, he had made a pastime of making me cum in public at random times, while making everyone around me think that I had some sort of sexual condition. My orgasms had never been very quiet, so it was funny seeing my teachers' annoyed, yet embarrassed reactions to my interruptions while the rest of the class regarded me in aroused amusement.

I finished stowing away my notes and noticed that Chelsea and Rachel were both staring at my boobs. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the attention, but they were usually more restrained than this. Or at least Chelsea was, anyway.

“Damn, girl! Is every condition you have sexy as hell?” asked Rachel.

“What?” I was pretty sure I wasn't cumming at the moment.

“You're, um, leaking,” Chelsea said, pointing at my boobs with a blush.

I curiously pressed my hands on the front of my breasts and felt two splotches of wetness, confirming that I was indeed leaking. A warm spray of milk hit my palms at the tiny bit of pressure I was making, and I felt it soak through my white halter top. I pressed my bag over my breasts, knowing full well that my top was almost certainly see-through at that point. It didn't help that I wasn't currently wearing a bra.

“Bathroom,” I said as I rushed out of the classroom. All three of us burst into the nearest bathroom and confirmed that it was empty. Standing in front of the mirror, I removed my bag from my chest. I looked like I'd just come from a wet T-shirt contest,  my nipples – which had gone from pink in color to dark red – on full display. The sight brought a dampness to my panties that threatened to match the dampness on my shirt. I would have started masturbating right then and there if my friends weren't with me. I looked at them staring at me in awe. On second thought, maybe even that wouldn't stop me.

My hand was making a move toward my crotch when I heard my phone vibrate in my bag. I turned it on to find a text from Master: “I'm waiting outside. ;)

I could already tell tonight was going to be fun. “I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow,” I said as I made my way out of the bathroom.

“Wait!” cried Chelsea.

I turned to her. Her face was beet red.

“Can...can I taste it? I've kinda always wanted to...try it,” she mumbled.

“Me too! I mean, um, if that's all right,” said Rachel.

I gawked at them. Rachel bounced in excitement, while Chelsea looked at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. I could maybe understand Rachel, but I've known Chelsea forever, and until now I had no reason to think she was anything other than straight.

“Okay,” I said. As surprised as I was, I wasn't bothered by it. It was pretty arousing, in fact. I took off my top, letting my boobs swing freely in the air. Droplets of milk were cast off in every direction as they bounced against my chest. I moved my hands to one of my breasts in order to squeeze some milk into their mouths, but they both began to lower their heads toward my nipples. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. They each latched onto a teat and began suckling them.

“Aaaahhhh,” I sighed as milk flowed from my swollen tits into their awaiting mouths. They sucked gently at first, but after their first few gulps they sucked harder, greedily drinking in as much of my milk as they could. I placed my hands behind their heads, basking in the sensual pleasure of nursing them. Every time they pulled on my nipples, a wave of pleasure ran through my breasts. Somehow perfectly in sync, they finished with one massive suction at my tits, and my body twitched and jiggled as I came. With two plops, they released my nipples. Little waning jets of milk continued to spray on their faces for a second, until the flow settled down to a constant leak that ran down the bottom of my breasts.

“That had to be the most delicious thing I've ever tasted,” said Rachel in a daze.

“It was so sweet,” agreed Chelsea, who proceeded to wipe the milk off her face and then lick it off of her hand.

“Ahh. That was amazing,” I said between heavy breaths. “Anyway, I've kept Travis waiting for a while, so I'd better head out. Uh, you guys alright?”

They were both adjusting their bras, twin looks of confusion on their faces. Each noticing how the other was acting, they shifted from confusion to surprise.

Rachel started, “Chelsea, did your-”

“We're fine. You go ahead,” Chelsea interrupted.

“Uh, yeah,” Rachel added slowly. “We're good. We still on for the beach tomorrow?”

“Yeah! I'll see you tomorrow morning,” I said, putting my wet top back on. I heard them excitedly whisper something to each other as I left, but I decided I'd just ask them about it later.

Milk was still leaking out of my breasts, and at this point I was completely drenched. Deciding to just roll with it, I kept my transparent top exposed. Every person I passed stared at my prominent nipples with an intensity I hadn't seen since masturbating at the mall. I caught sight of my Master at the front of the building.

“Like it?” he asked as he squeezed my tits, making milk spray out through my shirt.

“Mmm, I love it!” I moaned. “Chelsea and Rachel did, too, in fact. You didn't make it so people were desperate for my milk, did you?”

He blinked in surprise. “Nope, they must have wanted that on their own. You'll have to give me all the juicy details on the way home.”

Milk continued to spill from my breasts as we walked to Master's car.

“Maybe we should dial back on the constant leakage for now, even though it's hot as hell. I don't want to flood my car,” Master said.

“Aww,” I pouted.



“Does baby love Mommy's milk?” I cooed.

Master took his mouth off my nipple for a moment. “Now don't make this weird.”

“It isn't weird already?”

“Good point.” He smiled and continued gently nursing at my tit.

We were both naked on the couch, Master laying down in my lap. I had one hand behind his head, holding him to my breast as he suckled on it. I was using the other to slowly jerk his cock.

“Aye hom,” Master said with his mouth still on my tit, tickling me with the vibrations of his voice. He used a hand to jiggle the boob he wasn't sucking.

“Don't talk with your mouth full, young man,” I chided.

“I said, 'Try some'.” He lifted my breast, maneuvering my nipple toward my mouth and resumed sucking.

Well, it had been feeling a bit lonely. I stuck out my tongue and twirled it around my nipple. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of sucking on my own tit before. I never would've been able to with my former body, so it must have completely slipped my mind. I spread my lips over my nipple and found that I couldn't get my mouth completely around my wide areola. Latching onto as much of the dark red flesh as I could, I gently sucked.

Warm sweetness filled my mouth, and I understood what Rachel meant when she said it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. A strangely familiar warmth radiated through my chest as I drank. Surprised by the sensation, I dropped my tit from my mouth, letting it slap heavily on Master's stomach. The warmth receded as fast as it came. I knew that I had been growing, but the change was so small that I could barely tell any difference in size.

“Please don't stop, Master,” I pleaded.

He grinned. “Stop what, baby?”

“Making me grow!” I pulled his head into my cleavage, trying to entice him. I longed for that wonderful feeling of becoming bigger. I craved it.

“I wasn't making you grow,” came his muffled reply. He gently pulled himself from the confines of my breasts and once again lifted my nipple to my mouth. “Keep drinking,” he commanded.

Obeying him, I continued suckling at my own teat, letting the rich taste of my milk flow into my mouth. The feeling of growth returned. The expansion was subtle, but I could still perceive the slightest increase in bust with each swallow of milk.

“I made your milk have the power to grow breasts,” Master explained, “and a few other things.” He guided my hand back to his cock and resumed drinking from my other tit. To my excitement, I could feel his penis slowly expand within my grip. His growth was slow enough that I didn't notice until now. When we began, he was at his normal ten inches, but now he was slowly pushing toward twelve.

My milk was making both of us grow! My breasts were fountains of sexuality and virility, and the love for my body doubled. But I still needed more. I needed to be bigger. I went into a frenzy, sucking as hard as I could at my teat to get more of my thick, creamy nectar.

I pumped Master's cock faster and faster, and he responded by roughly sucking as much milk as he could drink. Every so often he would gently bite my nipple, sending small shocks through my breast that drove me wild.

In only a couple minutes he bucked his hips, shooting cum high in the air as he gave a massive pull on my nipple, which triggered my orgasm as well. My milk production surged as I came, milk flowing into my mouth faster than I could swallow it. I gasped for breath and let go of my nipple, letting my breast fall away from my mouth. I could feel the milk surge from my tits, little streamers spraying from my areola in every direction. Eventually my orgasm faded, while my flow reduced to a steady drip. Taking stock of our bodies, I noted that my breasts were now as large as basketballs while Masters cock was well over a foot long.

I removed my cum-covered hand from Master's penis and licked it clean while leaning over to face him. He looked dazed, and his head was drenched with milk. I ran my hand through his wet hair and gazed at him longingly.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you,” he replied.



“What a mess,” Master said.

The milk on the ground wouldn't be too hard to mop up – thank god for hard wood floors – but the couch was a lost cause.

“Wait, couldn't you just make it clean?” I asked.

“Yes. That's why it's called 'cleaning',” he snarked as he went to the kitchen for some paper towels.

“No, I mean with the collar. Mitsuko said you can control your environment, right?”

“Oh. Yeah. Heh, sorry.” He came back out of the kitchen with a sheepish grin. “Uh, the floor's clean.” The milk disappeared from the floor. There was no ceremony to it. At one moment it was there, and in the next it popped out of existence.

“The couch is clean! We're clean!” Master said excitedly, and it was so. “The trash is taken out! The laundry is done! Everything in the house is dust free!” Every single exclamation became true.

“Jen! No more housework!” he yelled triumphantly.

“You have local omnipotence, and the first thing you use it for is chores,” I remarked dryly.

“Pff, you'll learn once you're out of that dorm. Or I guess you won't, now that I am the god of house cleaning. Oh my god. The cables behind the TV are neatly organized!” He rushed to the back of the TV. “It...it's beautiful.” For a moment I thought I actually saw a tear in his eye.

“That reminds me,” he said. He walked up to me and unlatched the collar. My nipples returned to their original pinkish hue and my breasts stopped dripping, but they didn't shrink to the size I had before drinking my milk. Interesting. Master stepped away. “You want to move in with me?” he asked shyly.

“Yes,” I said. I smiled and re-locked the collar.

We kissed for a couple minutes, our tongues dancing in each others' mouths. I felt his huge, erect cock throbbing between my breasts. When we broke apart I grasped his shaft and leaned my head down.

“Wait!” Master said, holding me by my shoulders. “I want to show you something.”

He guided me to the middle of the room and stood in front of me. He held up his hand, poised to snap, signaling that he was about to make a change. When he snapped his fingers everything suddenly shifted a few feet to the right.

I realized what must have happened and asked, “Teleportation?” but when I did, I heard another voice to my right say the exact same thing. It sounded a bit like me, but a little off. Startled, I turned and saw a copy of myself staring back at me. I raised my right hand, and my copy moved hers in the exact same way, like a reverse mirror. I realized the voice I heard must be what I sounded like to other people.

“So it's some kind of clone I'm controlling?” she and I said. We both said it in the exact same tone at the exact same time, which lent an eerie echo affect to our voices.

“Not controlling, no. You're both completely independent from each other, but since you're almost exactly the same, you tend to think the same thoughts and take the same actions. Unless you deliberately try to do different things, you'll be stuck mirroring each other for at least ten minutes. I tested it earlier today.”

“Weird,” we said. It made sense. Our only difference in experience was that I was shifted to the left while she was shifted to the right. That must not be enough for our thoughts to diverge, though I guessed it would make a difference eventually. I wondered if we would mirror each other forever if we were in a featureless white room.

“Which one of us is the original?” we asked out of curiosity.

“I don't know. I made sure that neither of you were standing where you were before. When I first tested it, my copy just popped right in front of me, so we knew which was the original. That kind of unsettled me when I was the copy, though I suppose that was mostly due to the fact that I didn't know what would happen when I took off the bracelet.”

What would happen? If a copy could just take it off with no effect, then could we duplicate the collar? If I was the copy and removed the collar, would I just...disappear? Even if there was still another me around, that still counted as dying, right?

“Yeah, I – we? – can see how that would be pretty disconcerting.”

“Well, it turned out to not be that big of a deal. Regardless of who was the original, whichever one of us took off the bracelet disappeared, but the other would get his memories. It was a little jarring at first, but I was able to alter my mind to make it easier to process.”

“Cool,” we said. “As for why, we guess you wanted a threesome with a couple of hot twins?” we asked, both posing seductively at him.

“Not quite,” he replied with an awkward smile. He cast his eyes down at his feet. “Which one of you wants to be my...pet cow-girl tonight?”

Master still hesitated with some of the weirder things, but he was getting better. Fortunately, I only had one answer to the question of becoming his milky pet.

“Me!” we replied, both raising our hands in the air. I glared playfully at my rival, her expression mirroring my own.

“Want to play rock, paper, scissors for it?” Master asked with a smirk, relief evident on his face.

“I think we all know how that would turn out,” we said.

“It'd be pretty hilarious, though,” he laughed. He made a coin appear in his hand and flipped it, concealing the result from the both of us. He pointed at the other Jen. “Looks like we have a winner!”

“Yay!” she shouted. I crossed my arms over my breasts and pouted at them.

“Don't worry. You'll get to play with her, too,” Master said to me.

“Oooh, so I'll have two owners? Kinky. Treat me well, Mistress,” she said with a mischievous grin. I still thought she was getting the better deal, but I did enjoy the idea of being the alpha bitch of our little threesome.

“Hey, I like the sound of that,” Master said. “She's now your Mistress, and from now on your name is Jenny.” He stood next to me. “What changes should we make to our new pet, baby?”

I put my hand to my chin. “Hmm. Well, if she's going to be a pet cow, then I think we should lower her intelligence. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jenny?” I asked in mock condescension.

“Yes, Mistress. I'd like nothing more than to be your mindless pet. Ignorance is bliss, after all,” she replied. Despite wishing I was in her place, I felt a tingle of pleasure from the deference she was showing me. Maybe I was a bit more of a dom than I thought.

“Okay, but I like my dumb girls to be peppy,” Master said. “Doesn't really fit with the cow motif, but I think I have a way to balance that out.” He held up his hand and snapped his fingers. Jenny tensed for a second, and then smiled.

“How are you feeling, Jenny?” Master asked.

“Jenny feels super good, Master!” She ran up and hugged him, snuggling her head into his chest and pinning his dick between her ample cleavage. He smiled and placed a hand on her pussy.

“Moo!” she yelped in pleasure.

Master laughed and removed his hand. “Now Jenny, we have a lot we still need to do to you, so be a good girl and stand over there for us.”

“Mooo,” she sighed in frustration, “Okay, Master.” She walked back to where she was standing before, and in doing so seemed to take notice of her bouncing breasts. She played with them and giggled. “Eheh, Jenny's titties are jiggly.”

“She's adorable,” I laughed. “So what's next?”

“Hold up your udders, Jenny,” he commanded her. As I giggled at the new terminology, Jenny stopped playing with her “udders” and held them up as high as she could, completely obscuring her face.

“Like this, Master?” she asked, her voice muffled behind her breasts.

“Just like that, baby,” he assured her, and once again snapped his fingers.

A couple of dark red splotches appeared on either side of her rib-cage, and a shiver ran through me when I realized that they were nipples. Small mounds of flesh slowly surged behind them, leaving no doubt that Master was giving Jenny a second pair of breasts. The speed of their expansion increased until they were filling up like water balloons, Jenny mooing in pleasure as they grew. When their growth finally ceased, she was left with four identical, basketball-sized tits. She let go of the top pair, their weight slapping heavily on the bottom pair. Her top breasts were even more emphasized than before, being pushed up and supported by her new assets. All four of her nipples regained the dark red color they had earlier, and milk occasionally dripped from the tips of her large nubs. Her hands groped around her new new breasts and she squeezed them, spraying her milk into the air.

“Moooo! Jenny's udders feel so goood.” She milked herself, her hands alternating between her top and bottom pair of breasts. I had a feeling that cleaning up the floor earlier might have been a bit pointless.

“Can Jenny play with your cock now, Master? She can pleasure Mistress, too, if you want,” Jenny said.

“We're almost done, baby. You have any other suggestions, Jen?” Master asked.

“No...mmm...I think I'm enjoying your ideas just fine,” I replied. I had started idly fingering myself the moment I saw Jenny's new breasts grow. I wasn't making any effort to hide it, and Master smiled when he noticed.

“Okay. Since it looks like you're raring to go, too, I'll just get everything else done at once. You ready to be a big, beautiful cow-girl, Jenny?”

“Yes, Master!” Jenny exclaimed. Several things happened at once. Her hair began growing in length, and slowly transitioned from blonde to dark brown. Her ears morphed and became long and pointy, extending horizontally away from her head. They were cow ears. Short fur grew from them in a familiar white and black pattern. Little brown nubs appeared on her forehead, and I could see something swishing in the air behind her. Horns and a tail. Master even made the little heart-shaped padlock on her collar into a large silver cowbell.

While this was happening, her body steadily grew in height, her head inching upwards toward the ceiling. The rest of her body expanded as well – her ass, tits, hips, and thighs growing more and more enormous as her body proportions kept pace with her height.

Even through her lustful delirium, Jenny must have noticed that everything around her seemed to be shrinking. She stared at Master as her height shot passed his. She was more than a full head taller than him before she stopped growing. For a second she looked dumbfounded, likely caught in the novelty of being able to look down at him, but her attention was quickly forced to her four breasts, which were continuing to expand. The larger they became, the more trouble she seemed to have standing up. She eventually fell to her knees, her plump ass resting on her heels. Her breasts finally stopped their expansion when the bottom pair had settled onto the floor on either side of her lap.

She was massive. Her hips and ass – framed by her now waist-length brown hair – were so huge that I probably couldn't fully wrap my arms around them if I tried. And oh my god, those tits. They extended at least eighteen inches out from her body. Her top breasts, instead of resting on top of the bottom ones, spilled out around the sides, since the bottom pair was taking up so much room on her torso. They were so enormous that Jenny could just barely reach around to grab her leaking nipples, which had grown to three inches in length and were as thick as cocktail sausages. Her bulging areola were the size of dinner plates.

“Moooo,” she moaned dazedly as large streams of milk continually leaked from her nipples. She tried getting up off of her knees, her cowbell ringing with every movement. She had obvious difficulty trying to lift the weight of her breasts off of the ground, but she somehow managed. She wobbled dangerously when she stood up, milk flinging in every direction as her swaying breasts threw off her balance. Her bottom pair hung down below her crotch. They were nicely shaped with only a hint of sag, in complete defiance of gravity.

“Master...Mistress...” she breathed as she carefully made her way toward us. “Jenny's udders are so full. Milk me...please,” she begged.

She towered over me. I guessed that I was about eye-level with her naval, though with her quartet of boobs in the way, I couldn't be sure.

“How tall is she?” I asked Master.

“Seven feet. Impressive, isn't she?” he said.

“Please...please...” Jenny whimpered. “Jenny needs to be milked. Mooooo...” In her impatience she wrapped her hands around her upper breasts and squeezed, showering us in her milk. Agreeing that we shouldn't keep her waiting any longer, we each stood in front of her lower breasts.

Wanting to take it all in, I hugged her boob, my own breasts pressing into it. There was a light firmness to it that made it clear that it was full to bursting. I tried lifting it, tit-flesh spilling over my open hands, and marveled at the weight. It must have been at least twenty five pounds! With four of those babies hanging from her chest, no wonder she had trouble standing up. I dropped it and watched its milk spray with every bounce. Jenny mooed at the disturbance.

I looked to Master, who was on his knees, dutifully wringing as much milk from her breast as he could. Taking his lead, I prepared to milk her other tit. Her long, thick nipple was hanging right in front of my chest. I put my hands to the sides of Jenny's boob and squeezed. A torrent of milk splashed onto my breasts. When you added the milk being sprayed on me by Jenny with her upper breast, it really felt like I was taking a shower in her milk. I leaned down below her tit and squeezed her milk onto my face. I tried to catch as much of it into my mouth as I could, letting it linger on my tongue before gulping it down.

After being thoroughly drenched, I stood back up at full height and roughly grabbed two handfuls of milky boob, lifting Jenny's engorged nipple to my mouth. I latched onto her three-inch nub and twirled it around with my tongue. Just to tease her, I lightly bit into it, making her yelp. Bracing myself, I once again squeezed her breast. Milk flooded into my mouth, the flow so intense that it almost felt like I was drinking from a faucet. Excess liquid poured out of my mouth between every swallow.

This kept up for several minutes, and I could feel my own breasts slowly expanding the entire time. I was surprised how much milk I was able to drink. I surely would have been full to bursting if this was any normal milk, but at that point I was fairly certain that the magical liquid was just bypassing my stomach entirely, instead going directly to my boobs.

Jenny's entire body tensed, and I realized that she was cumming. Her milk production surged, blasting from her four tits like hoses. The milk from her upper breasts arced into the air impressively, landing on the floor several yards away from us. I desperately tried to keep up with the milk flowing into my mouth, but I had to come up for air and dropped her breast a gasp. The torrent continued as she twitched and mooed in pleasure, until her orgasm subsided and her flow finally ceased. She fell to her knees exhaustion.

“Moo. Moooo,” she moaned in the afterglow.

I took stock of my body. My boobs had grown considerably over the last few minutes. They resembled decently sized beach balls. They had almost identical proportions to Jenny's massive tits, hanging near my waist and so massive that I had trouble reaching my hands to my nipples. I had a new appreciation for what Jenny must have felt like, because they were heavy as hell and completely ruined my balance. Despite that, though, I noticed a conspicuous absence of the pain I'd assumed would come with having two huge weights attached to my chest. Master must have made it so that we never got back issues while still being burdened by the full weight of our breasts. I turned to Master to ask him about it.

“Hey, did you make us immune to - holy shit.”

“Hmm?” he asked absently as he gazed at his ridiculously huge, two foot cock. He was lightly running his hands up and down his shaft, the head bobbing in front of his face. His balls were the size of grapefruits.

“Jesus, Master. Don't you think that's a little impractical?” I asked in amusement. I went to grab at it.

“Maybe, but I think those might be, as well,” he laughed as I found out that my boobs were so big that I had trouble reaching for anything in front of me. I had to firmly press them against his body just to reach his cock. I finally managed to grab it, and it was so thick that I couldn't even get both hands around it. The tip was even higher than my head while it was pointing straight up. I felt it throb between my breasts in time with Master's heartbeat.

“Can't wait to use this bad boy,” Master said.

“I'm pretty sure even Jenny couldn't handle this thing,” I pointed out, tilting my head so that I could see him past his dick.

He held up his hand, flashing his bracelet. “You'd be surprised. In fact, want to trade places with her and give it a shot?” he asked.

I looked at Jenny, who was still zoned out and recovering from her milk-induced orgasm. At some point she had lied down on her back. Her four mammaries were fully spread apart and spilling around her sides, pinning down her arms. I really wanted to feel what it was like to be that huge, not to mention what it was like to have four breasts. Add to that the prospect of Master fucking me with that monster of a cock, and I was drooling in more ways than one.

“Hell yes,” I said.

He smiled and snapped his fingers. I was suddenly on my back, staring at the ceiling.

“Aww. Jenny liked being a cow,” I heard Jenny whine behind me.

“Don't worry baby, I'll switch you two back later. But first we're going to have some fun with your Mistress,” Master replied.

“Okay, Master!” she said excitedly. I heard footsteps move toward me, and suddenly a large expanse of under-boob was obscuring my vision. Jenny pulled her breasts apart and stared down at me through her cleavage.

“You're so big, Mistress! Jenny can't wait for you to find out how nice being a cow is!”

“Me neither. I just hope I can get up with these udders.” I giggled at myself for the terminology. I could only think of them as udders. Jenny had tits, boobs, breasts, funbags, whatever, but there was only one word to describe the massive things hanging from my chest: udders.

I maneuvered my arms out from under the weight of my udders and, with some difficulty, lifted myself into a seated position. Then, I turned over, pressing heavily into the milk-soaked floor, and stood up. For a moment I was very unstable, getting used to my new center of gravity, but I quickly got used to it. I looked down at Master and Jenny.

“Holy shit, you guys are tiny,” I said. I towered over them, my head nearly bumping the ceiling.

“How do you feel?” asked Master.

I felt amazing. Every part of me was so swollen and heavy and sensitive. I felt my tail swishing behind me, the new appendage seemingly having a mind of its own. I reached up to feel my new, large, furry ears, which twitched in my hands as I touched them. I pressed my arms into my extra pair of udders, making them spray milk. Releasing my milk felt positively euphoric.

“Mooooooo. I feel – oh god,” I squeezed my udders harder, “I feel so gooood.”

“Stop playing with yourself,” Master commanded. My arms pulled away automatically, and the pleasurable sensations stopped.

I glared at Master, and he laughed. “Aren't you forgetting something?” He waved his giant cock around in front of me, and I felt an ache inside me that I knew wouldn't be satisfied until I had that thing buried inside me. He began to walk toward the bedroom and beckoned us to follow him.

We hit a bit of a snag when we discovered that I was so big that I had trouble fitting through the doorway to his bedroom. Not only did I have to duck down a bit because I was so tall, but the door was only barely wide enough for me to fit through. For a second I was scared I was stuck, with my udders and wide hips wedged between the sides of the door, but with Jenny helping push from behind I managed to force myself through. As ridiculous as it sounds, I felt a bit proud of being so huge that I could barely fit through doors. I glanced at Master, who was smirking, and I realized that he could've just used his powers to make the door bigger.

“You jerk,” I teased while rubbing my sore hips.

“Couldn't resist. Lay down on the bed. You ready to get fucked by the biggest cock in the world?”

“Mmm, yes sir.”

I fell backwards onto the bed, the piece of furniture somehow supporting my weight. My four udders spilled to the sides of the bed, each nipple hanging over the edge. I spread my legs, exposing my drenched sex at the end of the bed. Master stood in front of me with his dick laying on my torso. The head was laying between my udders near the center of my chest. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside of me, but that didn't mean I wasn't eager to try.

“Jenny, you're going to take care of Mistress's udders while I fuck her,” Master said.

“Okie dokie!” She bounced to one of my udders and frowned. “Jenny can only do one at a time, though, Master. They're too big.”

“That shouldn't be a problem,” he said, snapping his fingers. Three more Jennys popped into existence, each one next to one of my udders.

“You're so smart, Master!” they all said while kneeling next to the bed. I felt four identical pairs of hands grasp around my nipples. I gasped.

“This...is going to be really intense, isn't it?” I asked, my voice wavering in excited anticipation.

“You're damn right it is,” Master said as he pressed the head of his cock against my wet pussy. Slowly, he pushed into me, the girth of his penis stretching the inner walls of my vagina to the limit. I twitched and mooed the farther he pushed in, until he was so far in that I was certain he was about to hit my cervix. That moment never came though. He just kept pushing, his cock going past my stomach and into my chest. My body shivered in orgasm when he finally stuffed all two feet into me. It felt like his cock was filling me up all the way to where my heart should've been.

“Holy fuck. Moooo. What – ahhh – did you do?”

“I made it so that your pussy is super stretchy while still maintaining its tightness, and it extends all the way to the top of your chest. Don't ask me how that affected the rest of your anatomy. Probably best not to think about it too hard.”

I began laughing. As crazy as our lives had been for the last few days, somehow this was just too silly for me. My body shook in laughter, making Master's cock shift in my bottomless pussy.  My giggles gave way to moos as I bucked my hips to increase the sensation.

“I'm glad you like it,” Master said. He looked around at the four Jennys. “Alright girls, time to get to work.”

“Yes, Master!” they said, each simultaneously latching their mouths onto my thick, milky nipples.

All coherent thought was blasted from my mind as Master pumped in and out of me while the Jennys sucked greedily at my udders. I was in such a state of ecstasy that I couldn't even process my surroundings. All that existed were the four white-hot burning points of pleasure at the ends of my udders and the big sturdy cock that was ravaging my insides. I shook and writhed and mooed and came for what felt like hours. Each thrust of Master's rod and each simultaneous suck on my teats took me further and further away from reality, my entire being consumed by uproarious pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my tongue lolled out of my open mouth, drool pouring down my chin.

“I'm – ngh – about to cum, Jen.”

“Moo! Moo! Mooooooo!”

As my ninth orgasm hit me, I felt myself being filled to the brim with Master's thick sperm. With every spasm of his cock, I felt a jet of cum crash into me. It was filling me up so much that I could feel my belly expand, his cock sealing my pussy up so well that none of the white fluid could escape.

Though his orgasm seemed far from ending, Master pulled himself out of me, and a river of semen came flooding out of my cunt. He hefted his cock and pointed it at me, cum spurting all over my body. I lifted my head in order to catch some of it in my mouth. Noticing this, Master aimed his cock directly at my face. Most of it made it into my mouth, and I hungrily swallowed all of it down, but a good bit missed and splashed all over my face.

After a few more spasms, Master's cock finally stopped erupting, and I licked up all of the cum oozing down my lips. I was completely drenched, and I could still feel gobs of Master's cum pouring out of my pussy as my stomach returned to its normal state. Master's orgasm must have lasted at least a full minute, but he was still hard as a rock.

“I think it's only fair that Jenny gets a turn as well,” Master said, and suddenly I was laying on my stomach with a large nipple in my mouth and a massive boob taking up the entirety of my vision. I was dimly aware that that I was laying on something incredibly soft and jiggly, but in my lust filled haze I paid it no mind. Realizing that Master must have switched us again, I began to suckle at Jenny's tit. That now-familiar taste of warm breast-milk flooded my mouth, and I gulped it all down as fast as I could. I could hear Jenny's loud moos as Master fucked her. The tit I was nursing from swayed left and right with each thrust of his cock. I kept drinking, the flow intensifying every now and then as Jenny came. For some reason I was slowly rising from the ground, and I had to lower my head in order to stay latched on to Jenny's nipple.  After a while Master came, and again he pulled out halfway through his orgasm and showered Jenny in his cum. I felt a few drops land on my head as I released the nipple from my mouth with a plop.

“That was so good, Jenny. You're such a good girl,” Master said. Jenny mooed weakly in response.

With the action finally calming down, the fog over my mind gradually lifted. Feeling a strong pressure on my breasts, I looked down, and at that moment I knew what I had been lying on all this time. Two gargantuan breasts sat underneath me, supporting nearly all of my body weight. My knees pressed tightly into my underboob while my feet lightly touched the ground. Every movement I made sent waves of tit-flesh jiggling outward.

“Wow,” I breathed while I pressed my hands into my giant tits. Three identical voices echoed my own, and I heard Master chuckle.

“Seeing all of you react at the same time is just too funny, but this'll probably get confusing real quick, so...” As Master trailed off, three separate streams of memory flooded into my brain, but they were so similar to my own that I barely needed to process them. I looked to my left where one of the other voices had come from, but there was nothing there except for another one of Jenny's tits.

Master walked next to one of my boobs and jiggled it with his foot.

“Can I even stand up with these things?” I asked.

“You can try,” he teased.

Easier said than done. In my current face-down position, I couldn't even make an attempt at it. I tried leaning back in order to roll into a front-facing position, but the fact that my boobs now outweighed the rest of my body made it impossible.  

“Need some help?” Master asked, mirth clear in his voice.

“Give me a second.” I wedged my legs between my breasts, giving my feet better purchase with the floor. I took a moment to admire the fact that my entire lower body was now buried in my own cleavage, before walking backward, dragging my massive breasts with me. I could feel my no-doubt gigantic nipples become exposed to air as my breasts rolled backwards. When I was finally crouching behind my breasts instead of lying on top of them, I tried standing up.

“Yeah, that's not happening,” I grunted. It was official: my boobs were so big that they rendered me immobile. It probably said a lot about me that I found the situation unbelievably sexy.

“Looks like we might have to invest in a wheelbarrow or two,” I joked.

“No, I can take care of it,” he laughed. “Here.”

I suddenly felt some kind of force completely surround my breasts. I tried standing again, and this time I shot up with barely any resistance at all, my boobs slapping loudly against each other as they bounced. The force somehow made my breasts feel nearly weightless, but I could tell from the way that they moved that they still weighed as much as before.

“I'm lifting them with magic,” Master replied to my silent question. “They'll feel weightless from your chest, but still weigh over one hundred pounds each in any other circumstance.”

“That makes absolutely no physical sense,” I pointed out. He just shrugged.

I turned around to the mirror on the wall behind me to inspect myself, and my breasts collided into Master as they swung around with me, nearly knocking him over. I was going to have to be careful with these babies.

My body was easily more boob than woman at this point. They hung down below my knees and they protruded nearly three feet away from my body. Side by side they were as wide as I was tall. Just like Jenny's, they maintained their supple roundness with no regard toward gravity. My nipples – which were impossible for me to see without the mirror – looked to be over half a foot long and thicker than soda cans. My areola were at least a foot in diameter and plumped out a few inches from the white flesh surrounding them.

I extended my arms – not even able to fully reach the sides of my breasts – and caressed the vast expanses of flesh. The woman in the mirror was sexy beyond compare. Even in all my fantasies I never imagined being this huge, but there was no doubt in my mind now that the bigger they were, the sexier I'd be. Even now I wished for more, though I knew that I should pace myself and enjoy my current size for now. We had all the time in the world.

“I'm putting them down, now,” Master said. I sank to my knees as I felt the debilitating weight of my breasts slowly return. I was certain that Master could just keep them permanently weightless, but having him “lift” them ensured that I would remain dependent on him. My body was now at the mercy of my breasts, a constant burden that only Master could alleviate.

“Jenny,” Master said softly as he walked to the bed, where the cow-girl was still lying in dazed bliss.

“Master?”

“Come sit with your Mistress.” He gently grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed. From my position on the floor she seemed even more massive than before, even though my breasts now easily dwarfed her own impressive assets.

“Mistress?” she asked in astonishment. Her eyes were wide as she gazed at my enormous endowments. She walked toward me, her imposing figure towering over me, before falling to her knees and hugging my right breast. Four beautiful udders pressed against the softness of my flesh, and I could feel their wetness as milk continued to leak from her teats. “You're so pretty.”

I smiled. I knew Jenny would be just as infatuated with my new size as I was – she was me, after all – but it still brought me pride to be fawned over.

“Come here, girl,” Master said, leading Jenny behind me. “Put mistress in your lap.”

The tall cow-girl sat behind me cross-legged. Lifting my small form up with her long arms, she scooted under me, pressing me between her cleavage. Her udders surrounded my body while they pressed into the back of my breasts. I was completely enveloped in both of our softness, and I had never felt so comfortable in my life.

“These babies are just begging to be fucked, aren't they?” Master was standing before me, his two foot cock standing proud above my breasts.

“Yes, Master,” Jenny and I replied.

“Well, first let's get you lubed up.” He snapped his fingers, and my skin became wet and shiny. He had oiled up not only my breasts, but the rest of my body as well. Jenny giggled as she shifted me around in her lap, enjoying the slipperiness of my skin.

Master looked down at us, and smirked. Before I knew it, he was letting his entire body fall onto me. I gasped as I felt his weight smash against the top of my breasts, making them quake and jiggle more than ever. His entire upper body was laying across them, his massive cock completely buried in my cleavage. His face was inches from mine, and as the jiggling settled down, he looked up at me with a grin. He pushed himself forward and pressed his lips against mine.

As he broke away from the kiss he began moving his hips, using the valley between my breasts to get himself off. His face contorted with pleasure as my giant globes wobbled with each thrust. I watched him in satisfaction, happy that my body could be used for his pleasure. Jenny's head was resting on top of my own as she watched as well, just as content as I was.

After a while, though, Master stopped. “Sorry. I'm the only one having fun,” he stated. He must have been thrown off by the fact that we were simply watching him quietly, basking in his enjoyment of my breasts.

“No, it's fine,” I replied warmly. “This is nice. Right, Jenny?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jenny replied, mirroring my affection.

“Still...” Master trailed off, but then a grin that I had grown all too familiar with in the past week appeared on his face. He had an idea.

His hands pressed deeply into my breasts as he lifted himself off of them. He knelt down in front of them, holding his cock just outside of the front of my cleavage.

“Your cleavage feels like a second pussy,” he said. My breath hitched as there was a shift in feeling, the inside surface of my breasts becoming more sensitive by orders of magnitude. Master gently brushed the head of his cock against the entrance to my cleavage, making me squirm in Jenny's embrace. He slowly pushed forward, and there was a feeling of being penetrated that didn't exist before. I moaned as his body pressed into my flesh, his cock buried fully in my cleavage.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, and I could only nod my assent. “Then this should feel even better. You're nipples are twice as sensitive as your clit.” My head lolled back in ecstasy as he grabbed my nipples with his outstretched hands, my nubs large enough to be fully grasped in his fists. My breasts were on fire, rapturous euphoria pulsing through them. He firmly squeezed my nipples and moved them back and forth as he roughly thrust his massive cock into my even more massive cleavage. As if that wasn't enough, Jenny had reached underneath her udders and began fingering my actual pussy.

It was too much. For the second time that night, conscious thought was blown away completely as I became consumed by pleasure. At some point Jenny had turned my face up to hers and began kissing me passionately, the cow-girl ravaging my mouth with her tongue. Master had pressed his face against my breasts, kissing and licking at them as he fucked them. Every so often he would loosen his grip on my nipples, only to jerk his hands back and forth, giving hand jobs to my six-inch nubs.

The pleasure built and built, until I couldn't hold back any longer and came. It was the most strange and blissful experience as both my pussy and my breast-pussy had their own separate, but simultaneous orgasms. Someone who didn't know what was going on might have thought I was having a seizure from how hard I was convulsing from within Jenny's embrace. In the middle of it all, I felt Master tense as he joined me in orgasm, his cock pumping his seed into the depths of my cleavage. I felt jets of cum spay all the way to my chest and stomach, some even spurting out of the top of my breasts.

“That was amazing,” I breathed. I could still feel his cock twitching between my breasts, his cum spread throughout my cleavage.

“It was,” Master agreed.

I felt Jenny nod her head above mine. “I love you Master, Mistress.” Her udders were in the way, but that didn't stop Jenny from pressing them around me, hugging me through them. I relaxed in her lap, fatigue finally coming to me.

“You two comfortable?” Master asked. After nodding our assent, Master pushed himself into his previous position, lying on top of my breasts, his face inches from mine. He kept is cock in my cleavage as he moved, causing me to moan as it shifted through my still insanely sensitive breasts.

“Let's go to sleep,” he said with a smile before laying his head down under my chin and kissing my boobs. “Good night.”

“Night night,” Jenny agreed, her head resting on mine.

I laughed. Sitting in the lap of a soft, massive cow-girl, ensconced between her udders while my Master used me as his bed was a fitting end to this amazing night. Basking in the warmth of their bodies, I shut my eyes.

“Good night.”

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“You coming over tonight?” Travis asked.

“Yep! I'll be there around seven,” I replied.

“Alright. Love ya, Jen. Mwah.”

“Love you, too,” I laughed as I hung up the phone.

I walked through the mall, glancing around at the stores I passed. I originally went there just to buy a new video game I had my eye on, but I figured I might as well window shop while I was there. As I made my way to the end of the hall, a store I wasn't familiar with caught my eye. The sign read: “Arcane Delights: Adult Novelties.” I was surprised that the mall management had let a full-on sex shop operate there, though to be fair the windows and entryway were covered by some tasteful dark green curtains. Interested, I parted the curtains and walked in.

The whole place had a sort of boutiquey look, with wooden shelves and fancy glass display cases holding the sorts of things you'd expect to find in an adult toy store: dildos, BDSM gear, stuff like that. I didn't see anyone around, so I just started browsing. While most of the products were pretty standard, I did come across a few things that didn't make much sense, like a leather-bound book that had an eye-shaped blue gem inlaid in the cover and some kind of knockoff Jumanji board game. Weird.

I eventually made my way to the area I had my eye on: the BDSM section. So far, my and Travis's sex life had been pretty conventional – if a bit excessive – and recently I had been thinking of bringing up some of my more submissive tendencies. I was considering starting out with a blindfold and some handcuffs or something, but as I was looking around I was drawn to a lovely leather collar that was displayed in an ornate glass case. The main band of the collar was made of black leather, with a slightly wider layer of what looked like red felt stitched to the inside, presumably to provide comfort to the wearer. The ends of the collar were held together by a large silver peg, which had an adorable little heart shaped padlock holding it in place. A silver chained leash with a leather bracelet at the end was clipped to the padlock. I gazed at the collar with a strange feeling of longing, as if it were meant for me.

“Oh my, you must have a very wonderful relationship if you're attuned to the Love Slave collar,” said a sultry voice behind me.

Startled, I turned around to find a tall, Asian beauty gazing at me. She had a mature looking face with large brown eyes behind thin-framed glasses. Her dyed pink hair was done up in a ponytail, and she was wearing a thin, black choker around her neck. Her long, shapely legs were clad the tightest miniskirt I'd ever seen, and her breasts were bound by a white button up shirt that was opened up enough to show a generous amount of cleavage. The whole ensemble gave here a sort of sexy librarian look.

“S-sorry? I didn't catch that,” I said.

“That collar that your looking at. By putting it on you choose to create a connection between you and your beloved partner, surrendering your body and mind to his whims. As long as that connection is shared he can shape you and himself as he pleases. That feeling of helpless ecstasy as your will is subsumed by his...oh, it's just so romantic!” She gestured wildly as she spoke.

Wow. She was really into this. I could see where she was coming from, though. I also found the symbolism of a collar extremely arousing.

“Sorry. Seeing someone taking an interest in the collar got me a little excited. Especially such a cute girl,” she said, regaining her composure. “My name is Mitsuko. Welcome to my little shop.”

“Jennifer. Nice to meet you.” I smiled at the complement with only a slight sigh in the back of my head. Standing at five feet nothing, I was fairly thin all around, with no ass to speak of and totally flat AA cup breasts. I had a pretty face – according to Travis, anyway – with bluish-green eyes and thin lips. The only thing I was particularly proud of was my shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair. Whenever I wasn't too lazy to take care of it, I could get it looking like I'd just come out of a shampoo commercial. I was confident enough in myself to see where someone was coming from when they called me cute, but I'd always wished for a fuller figure, one that evoked adjectives other than “cute”.

“So, Jennifer, are you interested in buying the collar? It seems to have really taken a liking to you,” Mitsuko said.

“I suppose I've taken a liking to it, too,” I half smiled. “How much is it? I don't see a price tag anywhere.”

“Well, it is a priceless artifact, but it's been so long since anyone's been attuned to it that it would really be a shame if it was denied a rightful owner. Personally, I wouldn't mind giving it to you for free, but I am running a business here, so...one hundred dollars?”

I was starting to think that Mitsuko was either a little crazy, or she was trying some weird sales tactic on me. As nicely made as the collar was, I didn't see how it could be priceless, and the bit about a “rightful owner” was just strange. A hundred bucks sounded like a decent price, though, and I never had the patience for haggling, so I agreed.

“Perfect! Let me just get it out of its case. You can wait by the counter,” said Mitsuko.

Mitsuko walked into the back of the shop while I made my way to the counter. She came back with some keys she used to undo the locks on the display case. Before she opened the case, she did some elaborate hand gestures while muttering to herself. Yep, definitely crazy. Eventually she opened the case and brought the collar to the counter. After paying her, I was suddenly the proud owner of a pretty little bondage collar.

“Thank you for your patronage!” Mitsuko said, smiling. “I hope you have a good time with it!”

“Thanks,” I replied, and under my breath added, “I hope I do, too.” Placing the collar in my bag, I exited the shop.

Noticing the time, I quickly left the mall, and drove to Travis's house. It was almost seven, and I didn't want to keep him waiting too long.



Travis and I met about three months ago at a local video game convention. We hung out together for most of the con, going to panels and spending way too much money at the dealers' booths. He was in his mid twenties and about six feet tall. By most measures he was pretty hot, with a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. He had a slightly muscular build from weight lifting, which was a little surprising to me considering he was such a big dork. At the end of the con, he asked me out.

It only took a few weeks for us to determine how great we were together. After a couple dates we were hanging out all the time, either at his house or in my dorm room. The only problem was that he never made a move on me for the first month we were together. I eventually had to pounce on him myself and make it clear what I wanted. That seemed to release the floodgates, though, and he'd been frisky with me ever since. He was constantly kissing me in public and fondling me when we were alone, and I loved every minute of it. We were having sex pretty much every day we had time to get together.

All of that said, I felt like he was still holding back on me. One night at his house, I got a bit sneaky and checked his computer while he wasn't in the room, only to find a disturbing lack of porn sites in his browser history. I guess I couldn't really complain, though, since I hadn't told him about any of my weird kinks, either. Hopefully the collar would get the ball rolling on a new chapter in our sex life.

I broke out of my reminiscing as I pulled into Travis's driveway. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I got out of my car and let myself into the house. I found Travis in the kitchen doing the dishes.

“Hey sweetie,” I said as I hugged is back.

“Hey baby. How were your classes?”

“Boring, as usual. How was work?”

“Meh. I've got a lot of annoying projects going right now. Luckily I have a pretty lady to come home to to cheer me up.” He turned around and embraced me in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I lied. “Anyway, I got that new game I was talking to you about. Want to watch me play it?”

“Sure,” he replied as he put me down.

We both headed into the living room. He sat on the couch as I turned on the console and inserted the disc. Grabbing a controller, I sashayed toward my man and sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I started the game.

We spent a few minutes just enjoying each others' presence, occasionally discussing potential character builds and stuff, but after about half an hour, Travis reached his hands under my shirt, caressing my stomach and eventually reaching under my bra to toy with my nipples.

“Hey, this game doesn't have a pause screen, you know,” I complained.

He brought his mouth to my ear and breathed, “Then you'd better concentrate, shouldn't you, sexy?” His voice tingled my ear, which cascaded into a full-body shiver. He started kissing at the side of my neck as his hand went under the waist of my jeans. His fingers brushed against my clit, making me gasp.

I wasn't going to let him get the better of me, so I kept playing. He continued to tickle and tease me as I made my way through the game. I finally managed to get to the first boss, but Travis apparently took this as his cue to up his game. He pumped his fingers into my wet pussy. His thumb continued to play with my clit, while his other hand pinched my nipple between his fingertips.

“You...aaah...are such...a jerk,” I panted as I grinded my butt into his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock through the fabric of my jeans. My reactions in the game were becoming noticeably dulled, and I was taking hits that I normally would've been able to dodge.

Encouraged by my difficulties, Travis increased the rhythm of his fingering. I was halfway through the boss's health when I was suddenly pushed over the edge. My body tensed in orgasm. For a few moments I was too distracted by pleasure to pay attention to the game, so the boss took advantage of my inaction and killed me. “YOU DIED” appeared in big red letters on the screen, mocking me.

“You dick.” I turned around with a smile and weakly slapped at his shoulder.

“Sorry. Couldn't help myself,” he laughed. “Want to save and take a break in my room?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“You bet your hot ass I would. You go on ahead, though. I've got a new toy I want to show you,” I said, rising up off of his lap.

“Ooh, exciting.” He got up and strutted to his bedroom.

I went to my bag and retrieved the collar, holding it behind my back as I entered his bedroom. I found him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So I've been thinking,” I started, “As great as the last couple months have been, I think we could go naughtier. You might have noticed already, but I have a bit of a submissive streak, so I bought...this!” I presented the collar to him. Any nervousness I had toward my admission was dispelled when I saw the smile on Travis's face.

“That is such a turn on, Jen.” He blushed. “I had thought of bringing up something like this myself, but I wasn't sure if that was going too far.”

I gave him a mock glare. “You really worry too much, babe. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't kinkshame you.”

He laughed while rubbing the back of his neck, “Okay, I will. So how do you want to do this?”

I could tell he was still being hesitant. Oh well. Baby steps.

“Here. You hold the leash, and as long as I'm wearing the collar, I'm your personal property. Don't be afraid to get a little rough,” I winked.

“Alright,” he said as I gave him his end of the leash. “What's the safe word?”

“Hmm. Let's go with the standard: 'red' when I need you to stop immediately, 'yellow' for when I feel like we're close to hitting red, and green for when we're all good.” I was getting myself acquainted with the collar as I spoke. I panicked for a second when I realized that Mitsuko never gave me a key to the padlock, but it turned out that there was a button on the back of it that undid the latch. It was a bit disappointing knowing that I could just take it off myself whenever I wanted, but it wasn't a huge deal. I wrapped the collar around my neck. It was very comfortable and fit perfectly. The inside layer felt as soft as a cloud, but at the same time, the weight of it on my neck ensured that I'd always be aware of its presence. With a satisfying click, I locked the collar in place.

“Jen, I'm so happy this is something you can trust me with.” Travis had gotten off the bed and closed the distance between us. “I love you so, so much.”

He leaned down toward me. I closed my eyes and joined my lips with his, our tongues intertwining passionately. For a moment, it felt as if my entire existence was held in that kiss. Eventually needing to come up for air, we parted.

“I love you, too,” I replied gazing dreamily into his eyes.

For a split second a bright glow caught the corner of my eye. It looked like it came from the silver chain of the leash, but the glow was gone as fast as it appeared. Probably just a trick of the light.

“Now,” he said as his gentle smile transformed into a wry grin, “bow before me.”

I immediately dropped to my knees and bowed to the floor, as if by reflex. I must've been more excited about this than I thought!

“Good girl.” He walked back to the bed and unzipped his pants. He pulled off his pants and sat on the edge of the bed, displaying his fully erect, six inch penis. “Here is the cock you so desperately crave,” he said, pointing at his groin. “Come pleasure it.”

I started to laugh, “Wow, you're really hamming...it...up...” Trailing off, I crawled toward the bed, my eyes staring intently at Travis's splendid penis. Imagining having that glorious rod in my mouth caused drool to spill from my lips. Getting to the edge of the bed, I beheld the object of my desire. I grasped the base with both hands and rubbed his shaft against my cheek as I exhaled a rough moan.

“Like what you see?”

I looked up at him, his cock still laying across my face.

“Yeeessss,” I breathed. I was dimly aware that my sudden obsession with Travis's cock wasn't normal, but in my heat I didn't care. I slowly ran my tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. Then, while pumping his shaft in my right hand, I swirled my tongue around the head, making him grunt and lightly buck his hips. Slowly, I brought his rod into my mouth while continuing to pleasure him with my tongue. Suppressing my gag reflex, I lowered my head into his groin until my lips met his pelvis. Saliva escaped the sides of my mouth and ran down his testicles. I then raised my head at the same speed, eventually releasing his dick with a slurp.

I gazed up into Travis's eyes, looking for reassurance that I was adequately pleasuring his cock. For a moment he was breathing heavily with an astonished look on his face, but when he noticed my stare, he smiled lovingly at me. Satisfied I was doing a good job, I returned my attention to his rod. I went back down on him, with my right hand pumping the base, and my left fondling his testicles. I gradually increased the speed and suction I was applying with my mouth. After a couple minutes, I felt Travis's body tense.

“Baby, I'm, ugh, about to...”

He bucked his hips violently. With spasm after spasm he shot his thick seed into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his cum. When he finished, I released his penis. I gave one last lick at the tip to make sure I didn't miss any cum.

“Oh my god, baby. That was easily the best blowjob you've ever given me.” He reached down to pet my head. I basked in his praise while continuing to stare at his still-erect penis. I felt like I could spend all day gazing at it. Distantly, I heard Travis say something, but I was too enamored to catch it.

“Huh?” I asked dumbly.

“I said, 'Are you okay?' You've been...oh, I get it. You can drop the cock craving slut act.”

What? All of a sudden my obsession with Travis's dick evaporated from my mind. I still enjoyed it, of course, but why had I been so enraptured by it?

“I really like how seriously you're taking this. I'll have to step my game up.” He stood me up and unclipped the leash from my collar so that he could undress me. I was barely paying attention, continuing to puzzle out what was happening. After he got me naked, he unclipped the chain from his bracelet and took off his shirt.

“Stand toward the bed and bend over,” he commanded as he walked over to the dresser to grab a condom.

Again, as if by reflex, I stood up and faced the bed, bending my torso down until my outstretched hands reached the sheets, proudly displaying my butt. It wasn't as if I didn't want to do it, but I had been so unprepared for it in my state of confusion that it almost felt like I was being moved like a puppet. Something weird was going on. It was almost like Travis was controlling my...oh.

I felt a masculine hand squeeze my butt. “Ready for your reward?” Travis asked.

“Red.” I said calmly.

“Oh...I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

I stood back up and saw Travis looking at me with a concerned expression.

“No, it's just that, um...tell me to do something.”

“Like what?” Travis asked, perplexed.

“Tell me to raise my hand.” I braced myself. Don't raise my hand. Don't raise my hand. Don't raise my hand.

“Raise your hand...?” Travis said.

The resolve to keep my hand down shattered. I shot my hand into the air as if I were an overeager schoolkid. My suspicions confirmed, I reached to the padlock on the collar. I tried to push the button to unlock it, but it wouldn't budge.

“Huh? Ugh...why can't I...?” I muttered to myself as I fumbled with the padlock for a few seconds.

Travis looked at me with worry. “Jen, are you alright? You're acting really weird. Here.” He grabbed the padlock and effortlessly pressed the button, unlocking the collar.

“Tell me to raise my hand again.” I told Travis. He was reluctant, but did what I asked.

“Raise your hand...”

This time I had no trouble keeping my hand down. I slipped off the collar and looked at it in awe. My mind reeled at the implications. So many possibilities...

“Jen, you're starting to freak me out. Tell me what's going on.” My attention snapped back to Travis, and I suddenly felt a bit guilty for not assuaging his worries sooner.

“Oh, sorry. I'm fine, really. I was just...okay, you're not going to believe this, but the collar lets you literally control my mind.” I prepared myself for the worst. Hopefully he wouldn't think I was too crazy.

“Huh. That does explain why you were acting so strange,” Travis deadpanned.

“You believe me?” I asked.

“Well, it's a lot to take in, but if you say it's true then why not? There's nothing stopping us from testing it. Where did you get that thing, anyway?”

I was so grateful for how much he believed in me that I ran up and hugged him, pressing my naked body with his in a tight embrace. I told him everything I could remember about my encounter with Mitsuko at the mall. When I finished, I handed him the collar so he could examine it. He looked at it thoughtfully.

“So I guess she was really describing the powers of the collar, not being figurative?” His eyes suddenly widened. He asked excitedly, “Do you think that the 'body' in 'body and mind' was also literal?”

I hadn't thought of that. “No way, no way, no way! We have to test this right now!” I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, giddy with excitement. I presented my neck to him, and he wrapped the collar around it, looking as excited as I was. He was just about to lock it in place when he hesitated.

“Jen. Are you sure about this? If this is real, you're giving me complete power over you. Honestly, having that power, being able to do whatever I want with you...it excites me so much that it scares me. Not to mention that I'm...well, I'm into some weird shit, and I'm almost certain that I'll be tempted to drag you into my fantasies. I should've told you sooner, but I was so worried you'd think I'm some creepy pervert.”

He was looking away from me, guilt-ridden. I didn't realize he was so torn up about this. I held his hands and looked into his eyes, forcing eye contact.

“I love you, Travis. I know that you'll be good to me, so I'm not scared of giving you control. I can say in total honesty that the prospect of having my will be completely yours excites me at least as much as it excites you.” I gave him a wry smile. “As for weird shit, I'm pretty sure I've seen at least some of the same hentai as you. If you think I don't have my own fair share of strange fetishes, you're sorely mistaken.”

He stood there in thought, gazing deeply into my eyes. After a few seconds he put on a defeated grin. “Okay, you win,” he said, “Let's do this.”

He reached up and tried to press down the lock, but it wouldn't budge. In that moment I understood why I couldn't unlock it earlier: it was my choice alone to offer myself to him, and only he could release me. I put my hand behind his head pulling him toward me, my other hand grasping the lock. Taking my lead, he accepted my kiss as I locked the collar to my neck.

I didn't notice a glow this time. The silver chain was lying coiled on the bed from when Travis unclipped it from my collar and his bracelet. I wondered if the leash was necessary for the collar to work. I broke away from our kiss.

“Time to experiment!” I said.



After a brief discussion, we decided to use the previous command of raising my hand to test when he could and couldn't control me. We discovered that it only worked when I had the collar locked onto me and he had the bracelet on, but the chain wasn't necessary. I guessed that the chain was only used for the initial connection between partners, but we didn't have any way of testing it.

We also found that Travis could give a command just by thinking it. He had to concentrate on his specific intent, so idle thoughts wouldn't be interpreted as commands. This added a whole new exciting dimension to the collar that I couldn't wait to experience.

Getting that out of the way we moved on to testing if he could alter my body. We agreed to start small.

“You now have B-cup breasts,” said Travis.

I felt a warmth in my chest, and I looked down excitedly. Slowly but surely, two modest globes of flesh bulged from my chest. I pressed my hands into them, feeling them expand between my fingers. After a few seconds they stopped growing, leaving me with a pair of beautiful B-cups.

“It worked!” Travis and I exclaimed at the same time.

I prodded, squeezed, and jiggled my new assets, enjoying the novel sensations. My reaction probably wouldn't have been much different if I were a guy, considering how flat I had been. I bounced up and down, feeling the weight of them pull at my chest as they bounced along with me. Travis watched me in amusement.

I stopped playing with my tits for a second as I remembered something. Didn't Mitsuko say something about Travis being able to shape himself as well? The wording sounded strange to me at the time, but now I knew what she was talking about. I pointed this out to Travis.

“Well, only one way to find out. I have a ten inch dick.” he said.

We both looked down at his crotch and witnessed his penis expand. It gradually became longer and thicker until it stopped at a massive ten inches, nearly twice as thick as before.

“Wow,” I said, feeling more than a little turned on. I didn't have to be mind controlled to think that was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

“Yeah,” Travis agreed, running his hand up the length of his cock. “Kind of makes my balls look a bit small, though. Hm...”

Sure enough, his testicles started to grow as well. In about the same time it took for his cock to grow, his balls reached a size that reasonably matched his new rod, but they continued to grow past that point. They quickly became so big that they were bordering on ridiculous. In the end, Travis's balls each grew to the size of oranges. He cupped one and toyed with it.

“Heh, can't wait to see how this affects my load. Speaking of which, you won't get pregnant as long as you're wearing the collar,” Travis said.

“Do you think that'll work?”

“It's magic. I don't see why not.” He caught me staring in fascination and thrust his pelvis at me suggestively. “Want to get a touch?”

Rolling my eyes, I reached at his crotch, grabbing one of his huge testicles. It felt heavier than I was expecting. I could only imagine how much sperm he had stored in them. The image of being filled to the brim with his cum entered my mind. Curious, and just a tad horny, I took the opportunity to get hands-on with his new cock as well. It was so thick that I couldn't wrap my hand around the entire width of the shaft. Travis reciprocated and played with my new tits.

“Mmm. Well, now we know that the collar can go way beyond the realm of normal,” I observed. “God, this is so amazing. Can you imagine-”

I looked up at Travis, who was wearing an evil grin, and I knew the main event was about to begin. “You're no longer aware of my mind control. Go stand in front of the mirror.”

Obeying his command, I sauntered  in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. I beheld my lithe form, enjoying the look of my larger breasts. Travis stood behind me and put his mouth to my ear. He whispered, “I am your Master now. Your body belongs to me, so I'm going to shape it as I please.”

I shivered, and knew that I would accept any change Master made to my body. It did belong to him, after all. Who was I to say otherwise?

Master moved away to get a better look at me, and suddenly I felt warmth over the entirety of my body. I felt my hips widen, my ass and thighs expanding along with them. They flared outward into huge, child-bearing hips with thighs and ass to match. My lips swelled and I felt my mouth form a pout. Feeling a weight on my chest that I had never experienced before, I looked down and marveled at my expanding breasts. They grew and grew, quickly reaching double Ds. Master apparently had bigger plans for me, though, because they continued growing past what anyone would consider normal. As my breasts expanded, so did my areolae, bulging outwards slightly and widening to take up a larger percentage of each breast. My nipples lengthened and thickened, looking big even accounting for my larger assets. By the time my growth stopped, I was sporting breasts bigger than the size of my head, with puffy areola that were four inches in diameter and one inch long nipples that were as thick as my thumb. Despite their weight, they were round and perky with no sag.

“How do you like your new body, my little shortstack?” Master asked.

I licked my full, pouty lips, savoring the feeling of their thickness. I turned to examine myself, causing everything to jiggle. I very nearly fell over, the unfamiliar weight on my chest making me lose my balance. I gazed up my monstrous thighs, and noted how my ass cheeks jutted outwards to form a gigantic meaty bubble butt. With my waist already being quite thin, the addition of my new ultra-wide hips gave my entire frame an extreme hourglass shape. My breasts were huge, way beyond any normal measurement. They hung down near my belly button and extended from my chest by about eight inches. Looking down, I couldn't see any of my lower body; my enormous mounds completely blocking my view. My new form was even further exaggerated by my short height, which hadn't been altered at all. Besides that, all that remained of my former self was my pretty face and wavy blonde hair. I looked like a goddess built for sex.

“I adore it. Thank you, Master.”

“You're welcome. Now, your reward for giving that wonderful blowjob has been delayed for far too long. You've gotten so horny that your juicy little pussy is positively gushing,” Master said.

He was right. The growing heat that was building within me had reached a fever pitch. I'd go crazy if I didn't get his dick inside of me soon. Love juices poured from my horny pussy, dripping down my thighs.

“Let's pick up where we left off. Stand toward the bed and bend over,” he said.

I walked over to the bed, swinging my hips in a way I'd never done before but somehow felt instinctual. My ass and tits bounced wildly with each step. I faced the bed, bending down until my outstretched hands reached the mattress, proudly displaying my massive ass and dripping pussy. My breasts hung down far enough that my erect nipples gently brushed the sheets. Every movement I made would cause my them to swing and send a tickle of pleasure through my swollen teats.

Master sat at the edge of the bed to my right and observed my hanging mammaries. He brought his hand underneath my right breast, my areola taking up the entire width of his palm. He then lifted his hand, sinking it into my generous tit flesh.

“Your breasts are beautiful, baby. They're so heavy.” He bounced his hand under my tit, watching it jiggle. “They must feel amazing, since they're ten times more sensitive than normal.”

I gasped as he dug his fingertips into the edges of the pink flesh of my areola. He pulled my breast toward himself and lifted it up at my side, then unceremoniously dropped it. It swung down and collided into the other with a slap. The momentum caused both to swing back and forth in the aftershock. My rock hard nipples continually grazed the sheets of the bed, sending shocks of pleasure through my chest. For the first time in my life I was brought to orgasm from only the stimulation of my breasts. I twitched in ecstasy as my boobs settled back down to their natural state.

“That felt good, didn't it?”

I nodded, my breath still hitching from my orgasm.

“But you look like you need more. The only way you'll be satisfied is with my cock buried deep into your pussy, right?”

“Yes, Master. Please fuck me...I need it so bad...” I whined.

“Alright. Now don't cum until I say so,” Master said as he got up from the bed and positioned himself behind me. Placing both hands on my ass, he lined up his massive cock with my awaiting pussy. Slowly, he pushed inside me, inch by inch, all the way to the hilt.

“Nnnnh,” I moaned. I felt some strange sense of completeness with his cock fully buried within me. He began to pump in and out, gradually increasing his pace, his pelvis smacking my ass with every thrust. He occasionally spanked me, sending ripples across my ass cheeks and making me yelp in pleasure. I moaned and panted, until the sensations were too much and my arms gave out. Master grabbed my hips as my upper body fell onto the bed. My legs were dangling in the air as Master held my lower body, using his arms to slam my pussy onto his cock like a fucktoy.

“Fuck...Master, please – ah – let me cum!” By now I was at the edge, so close to cumming it drove me crazy. I begged and pleaded for release, but Master just kept fucking me until I was reduced to incoherent babbling.

After what seemed like an eternity he said, “Cum.”

It was like all the pleasure that had built up past my limit came crashing down on me all at once. I shook and thrashed and screamed on the bed as a tsunami of pleasure rocked through me. At the same time I could feel Master's cum pour inside me. With each spasm of my body, my pussy clenched hard around Master's cock, milking it for all it was worth. My womb was completely filled within seconds, and gobs of thick white cum gushed out of my pussy and pooled on the floor as he pumped more and more into me. The sensations proved to be too much for me to handle as my orgasm reached its peak, and I fell unconscious.



I woke up in Travis's arms with a bare neck and my old body. He must have taken the collar off of me after I passed out. I grabbed my chest and sighed. After becoming a voluptuous sex goddess, going back to being flat in every way imaginable was a real letdown. I turned my attention to Travis, noting that he was also back to his normal size, though he was displaying some impressive morning wood.

Careful not to wake him, I untangled myself from his arms and turned him on his back, his dick standing proud and pulsing with his heartbeat. I laid across his legs and grabbed him. He grunted in his sleep in response to my handjob, and in a couple minutes he came onto my hand. I was vaguely disappointed by the normal amount of semen he shot out.

“Morning, baby,” he said groggily.

“Good morning, Master,” I teased, licking the cum off my hand.

“I'm pretty sure you're just messing with me, but you don't still think I'm your Master, right?”

“After last night, I'm pretty comfortable calling you Master with or without the collar, but no, Travis, I'm back to normal.”

“Good,” he sighed. “So you...liked my performance? I didn't go too far?”

“No way! That was the best night of my life! You were so cool and confident. I loved it,” I assured him as I crawled back up to him and buried myself into his chest. “In fact, I loved it so much that I'm seriously considering just wearing the collar all the time. I was so sexy...”

“You're still sexy, baby. Just a different kind of sexy.”

“Well, maybe, but you definitely have a preference for which kind,” I said.

He had the good grace not to deny it and looked at me with a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

“Don't be,” I replied. “I feel the same way. Becoming a busty sex goddess was a dream come true.“ I kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for that.”



“Huh. I was honestly expecting to find a blank wall,” I said, looking at the mysterious magic sex shop, which had not, in fact, disappeared since I'd last been here.

“I suppose that would be the cliche, wouldn't it?” Travis replied.

We walked through the curtains of Arcane Delights to find Mitsuko standing at the sales counter. Her face brightened when she recognized me and waved.

“Jennifer! Good to see you!” she said. “And this must be your master! I'm Mitsuko. Pleasure to meet you!”

“Travis. Nice to meet you, too,” Travis replied with a blush. The fact that he didn't deny being my master made me blush as well.

“So, have you been having fun with the collar?” Mitsuko asked us.

“Oh, yes. It was wonderful! We came by because we wanted to know if you could tell us about everything it can do,” I said.

“Of course I could. Sorry for being so vague yesterday. I didn't want to ruin the surprise.”

I shrugged, “Well, you definitely didn't do that.”

“Good. Discovering the power of the collar is a once in a lifetime experience,” she said matter-of-factly. “Anyway, it's a pretty well known artifact among certain circles, so it's pretty well understood. Once a pair has been attuned to the collar, only the slave can put it on, and only the master can take it off. As the master, Travis can do anything he wants to you and himself. He can also manipulate his immediate environment as long as it doesn't directly affect anyone else. His only power over other people is being able to control their perception of you. There's also an extremely powerful secrecy charm on it, which makes it invisible to any mundane beings that it's not attuned to, and anyone who witnesses the collar's powers will forget about them when they're outside of a certain range of it unless you specify otherwise.”

“Holy shit,” Travis said.

“What he said,” I agreed.

“What did you mean when you said I can do anything to my environment?” Travis asked.

“Telekinesis, manipulating space, manifesting physical objects, those sorts of things. It's limited to a range of about a mile,” she explained.

Both of our eyes were wide. “That seems a tad...exploitable,” Travis said.

“Yes, but the collar only chooses those it deems capable of using it responsibly,” Mitsuko said.

“So it can think?” I pulled the collar from my purse. I would feel pretty bad about stuffing it into a dark bag if it was sentient. I wondered how long it had been sitting in that display case.

“Oh, no. Not in the way you're thinking, at least. It's more of a simple artificial intelligence that evaluates users and interprets commands.”

“Hmm, well that's a relief,” I said, quietly digesting all this new information. “There was one other thing I was wondering. Is there any way to make something permanent, that persists after taking off the collar?”

“Sounds like you have been having fun, haven't you?” Mitsuko joked, making me blush. “Well,” she continued, “You can't make permanent mental changes, as that would interfere with the free will involved in choosing to put on the collar. As for physical changes, all you need to do is have Travis dismiss any mental effects. Then, as he's taking the collar off of you, both of you need to focus on your desire to keep your bodies the way they are.”

“Sounds easy enough. Thank you, Mitsuko. Honestly, I'm starting to feel bad about how good of a deal this is,” I said.

“Don't worry about it, Jennifer. Like I said, finding someone attuned to the collar is rare, and I didn't want you to miss out on the opportunity. Besides, I've gotten a lot of good business since I've been here.”

I looked around at the empty shop. I'd just have to take her word for it.

“Well, thanks again, anyway. We'll come back and take a proper look around soon,” I said.

“Yeah, I can't thank you enough for this, Mitsuko,” Travis agreed.

“You're welcome. Have fun!” she said as she waved us off.



“Want to try wearing it right now?” Travis asked. We were walking through the mall on our way back to Travis's car. It was pretty crowded, since it was around noon on a Saturday.

“Well, it would be good to test Mitsuko's explanation, wouldn't it?” I replied. I wasn't ashamed to admit that the idea excited me. I took the collar and chain out of my purse and snapped it on while Travis slipped on his bracelet and linked the other end of the chain to it. We continued walking through the mall, but no one seemed to bat an eye at me being walked around on a leash.

We made our way to the center of a particularly crowded area when I suddenly felt a familiar warmth throughout my body. Travis smiled at me as I moaned in pleasure. My body grew as it did last night, but this time my clothes were in the way. My skirt and tights were stretched to the breaking point, and soon I heard satisfying ripping noises as my ass and thighs grew out of them. My tiny AA-cup bra snapped in the matter of seconds, and my rapidly ballooning breasts stretched out my T-shirt so tight that it raised above my midriff, and my thick nipples were displaying prominently through the fabric. By the time I finished growing, my skirt was completely ripped through, my tights were torn to shreds, my panties were forced to act as a barely-fitting thong, and my breasts were being squashed by my now too small T-shirt.

I turned my attention away from my body, and noticed that a crowd and formed around us. Everyone was staring at me. Panicked, I turned to Travis for help, but he just looked amused.

“Don't worry, baby, your Master has everything under control.” Master walked in front of me and lifted my shirt. My breasts spilled out from under it and loudly slapped against my ribs. Then he pulled off my tight panties, leaving me completely naked. “I made it so no one thinks what's going on is weird, but it's still the most erotic thing they've ever seen. You're turned on by people looking at your sexy curves, and you can literally feel their stares.”

“Eep!” I squeaked. I could feel something like small paintbrushes sweeping all over my body. They tickled and teased all over me, but they were concentrated mostly around my erogenous zones. I felt dozens of stares trace around my nipples, making them even harder than I thought was possible. Nearly everyone that was behind me seemed to be focused on one place, and I could feel their gazes dance across my ass cheeks and play with my crack. There were stares brushing all over my pussy, with a large portion of them teasing my swollen clit.

The stares on my face swept across my full, luscious lips. I tried licking them to settle down the sensations, but then I felt them tickle the tip of my tongue. I moaned in response, and the subsequent attack on my mouth made it difficult for me to close it. In the end I stood there panting with my tongue hanging out of my wide open mouth. I came, my moans only making them stare harder. I was so horny that I couldn't think straight.

“Man she's fucking hot.”

“What I wouldn't give to have a shot with her.”

“I wish I could have boobs like that.”

People were talking about me. Horny men, jealous women; all of them were awed in their own way toward my voluptuous body. A sense of pride that I never knew before swelled within me. I'd never felt so sexy in my life.

“Want to give them a show?” Master asked. A long, thick dildo suddenly appeared in his hand. Nodding, I took the toy and sank to my knees. With one hand I grabbed my breast and began playing with a nipple and with the other I slowly shoved the dildo into my pussy. Some of the people cheered as I began furiously masturbating.

As I pumped the dildo into me, I felt a hand squeeze my ass. Master had lowered himself to the floor with me and began to play with me. He toyed with my asshole and manhandled my other breast at the same time. The pressure from the crowd's stares, my masturbation, and Master's attentions built to a peak, and I came hard. My pleasured moans echoed throughout the mall. When I finished cumming, Master shouted, “All right, people, show's over!” and the crowd dispersed.

Master helped me off the ground and handed me my stretched panties. “Put these on, but without taking out the dildo,” he commanded. I complied and put them on, feeling the dildo shift in my pussy as I wove my legs into them.

“Good girl.” I preened at his praise. “Now let's get some clothes on you.”

Suddenly, my body was wrapped in tight, seductive clothing. I wore a bright red tube top that was so thin my areolas were poking out of it, and a short black miniskirt that only barely covered my massive ass. They were both so tight that they dug into my flesh, and I looked like I was on the verge of bursting out of them. I was also wearing steep high heeled sandals, that by my experience I shouldn't have been able to walk in, but I found that my balance was perfect.

“Now let's head home,” Master said as he fondled my ass. We walked through the mall, my wet pussy quivering with each step as the dildo moved around and twisted within me. I could still feel the occasional brushes of peoples glances on my jiggling ass and titties, making me so horny that I had to focus on keeping myself from masturbating again.

When we got to Master's car, we found that my curves could only barely fit in the passenger seat, triggering another surge of pride in my voluptuousness.

“You can masturbate on the way home,” Master said as he started the car. I came five times before we made it there.
Bound for Fun, Part 1: The Collar
Jen buys herself a collar to kink up her sex life with Travis, though there's more to her new toy than she realizes.

This is my first story, and after receiving positive reviews on The Overflowing Bra, I've decided to upload it to other places. I hope you enjoy it! :D (Big Grin) 

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