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I like to write lewd stories involving breast expansion, lactation, and various other kinks. I hope you like them!

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Stories of breast expansion, lactation, and various other kinks.

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Sketches #3 - Taurus

Sorry for the change of plans, but this’ll be the last one of these for now. The other two stories are just not very good...

This is my most recent one, written up after @tierynbe​ and @cecesgrowinggirls​ started going crazy with cow girls. This one’s really more of a doodle than a sketch, only coming in at around 900 words.

Contains: BE, Lactation, references to futa, and a very horny cow girl.

I let out a whimper as I felt myself building to orgasm, my finger increasing its frenzied pace working at my clit as I milked my left breast; the sweet white fluid erupting from my swollen nipple and spraying onto my thoroughly drenched keyboard. I involuntarily planted my hooves onto the ground and lifted my hips slightly as I came, my tail frantically wagging against the back of the chair.

All too soon, it was over, and I was left wanting from another painfully inadequate orgasm.

“Fuck!” I yelled in frustration as I fell heavily back into my chair. No matter how many times I came, something was missing. Until I got that something, I wasn't going to find any relief.

I tabbed away from the porn I was watching. I needed to vent.

Club MG

#general-discussion

SilverBell

Guys

Estrus sucks.

So much.

MissieJane

lol

BlueJay95

Yeah, my husband can barely keep up when I'm in heat.

Not that he's complaining ;)

SilverBell

Argh! At least you're getting some!

BlueJay95:

😘

Little Lamia

Don't worry, the first one's always the worst.

Though I have heard that holstaurs have it pretty bad compared to other hybrids...

SilverBell

Thanks for the reassurance. /s

MissieJane

its been 2 weeks since your tf right? Hows your bust? *wiggles eybrows*

SilverBell

D cup now, I think. Still got a long way to go.

MissieJane

soooo jealous

SilverBell

You wouldn't be jealous if you were craving dick as much as I am right now.

MissieJane

Haha maybe.

BlueJay95

Silver lining, though.

SilverBell

I mean, yeah, the girls (and everything else) getting bigger is definitely amazing.

Still, I'm pretty worried. I don't know if I can deal with this for the rest of my life.

Pelafina

...At least you only have it once a month.

I'm at best low-key horny 24/7.

...and it's not like I can hide it well with my new...equipment =(

SilverBell

I wouldn't mind having a go with your “equipment” right now.

MissieJane

o.o

Pelafina

...*blushes*

SilverBell

*gets down on all fours*

I really need a big, strong bull like you to rut my brains out. 

*wags tail*

MissieJane

rut?

Pelafina

...I can tell, but first I'm going to put my big, throbbing cock between those fat udders of yours while I milk them

SilverBell

Oh god yes.

BlueJay95

wow...

Little Lamia

*rolls eyes*

Take it to the RP channel, girls.

So we did; indulging in textual depravity for the next hour in the server's public RP channel. Pelafina the minotaur would describe in delicious detail what she would do to me with her apparently foot-long bull cock while I decided to skip ahead and pretend my breasts (or udders, as we continued to call them) had already fully grown to the size of watermelons, as they were likely to do in the next month or so. While I was still in the position of needing some real cock to satisfy my lust, the fact that I was sharing that lust with others strangely helped.

I looked down at my body, and discarded any trace of hesitance my heat had given me. I had been waiting for this body for two years, since the first reported cases of “hybridization”. That was the word that normal people had clung on to, hoping that there was some sort of sane explanation for the world's female population suddenly transforming into creatures that eerily resembled characters from the recent “monster girl” craze.

Ever since I had seen the first lamias, harpies, and slime girls (what's that a hybrid of, huh?), I had hoped that it would happen to me. Not only because I was already a fan of monster girls, but also the fact that of the five percent of women worldwide who had been transformed up to now, every single one of them had become absolute sex bombs. Ugly or beautiful, young or old (though suspiciously no one under eighteen): if you became a monster girl, you became your most beautiful self, by your own definition of beauty. People had different definitions, of course, but by my estimation they were all crazy sexy in their own ways.

Then it finally happened. Two weeks ago I had woken up to find I had been changed into a cow girl (holstaur, hucow, whatever you want to call it). I suddenly had big white horns sprouting from the side of my head, long and pointed furry ears, a tail, and decidedly inhuman legs ending in hooves instead of feet, with white and black fur extending up to my upper thighs, as if I was wearing cow-print thigh socks. At the time, my proportions were the same as they had always been, with a flat butt and mostly flat breasts, but that quickly changed.

Since my initial transformation, my body ha been slowly shifting into the body of a sex goddess, with wide birthing hips, thickness in all the right places, and tits and ass that would make anyone drool. Breastmilk would spontaneously leak from my large, puffy pink nipples if I went a few hours without milking myself, and I was easily producing over a liter of sweet, creamy milk a day. I loved everything about my new body.

And over the next few weeks it was only going to get better.

With that pleasing thought, I said farewell to my fellow monster girls, got myself off a few more times, and went to sleep.

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Sketches #2: A New Dimension

The second of five unfinished stories I’ll be posting over the next few days. Keep in mind that they end abruptly and haven’t been proofread. While this one does contain the kinds of expansion that you’re used to from me, it’s primarily focused on the futanari aspects of the characters’ transformation.

Summary: Two magic users transport themselves to another world, finding themselves transformed into beings of sexual fantasy, and with the new bodies come new urges...

Word Count: 4.5k

Contains: TG, FutaxFuta, excessive cum, breast expansion, a little bit of lactation, and unrealistically huge endowments.

I hummed in frustration as I scratched in another line in the rough sketch I had been working on. I never could get the torsos right. I mean, with the current pose I was working on, most of it wouldn't be visible anyway, but I refused to let myself cheat like that. I'd never get better if I just covered up my flaws in anatomy with giant tits.

That said, I was getting annoyed with it and decided to move on to something else. I placed my pencil right above the V shape of my character's groin; ready to add a nice, big-

I heard my dorm-room's front door open and slam closed, the familiar sound of hurried footsteps coming closer and closer to my bedroom door.

Sighing, I hid my current project under some binders in my desk drawer and stood up before witnessing the tell-tale rattling of my locked door knob.

“Lucia! I need your help with something!” came an excited voice from behind the door as the rattling intensified.

I put on my best deadpan look before opening the door, revealing the tall, lanky figure of my friend and colleague Devin Winter.

“You know, there's this thing called 'knocking', Dev.”

He was grinning like a maniac, his long brown hair tousled in a way that only happened when he had been working all night on some insane project.

“Sorry.” If there's any way to say that word and sound less sorry than he did, then I don't know of it. “I've made a breakthrough! This will change an entire field of thaumaturgy forever!”

I rolled my eyes. Devin had the mad genius routine down to a T, and though I had to admit that he made a few worthwhile contributions to the athenaeum that we were both graduate students of, those successes came at the cost of many, many failures. Failures that I often bore personal witness to.

“Right,” I said. “And you need me because?”

“I need someone to be the secondary focus of a new ritual.”

I practically growled at him. “Need I remind you that last time I participated in one of your experimental rituals, you singed my eyebrows off?!”

“Secondary focus! Secondary!” He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “You'll be walled off from the primary effect. All I need is some cognitive input to guide the spell.”

I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest. That didn't sound too bad.

“Fine. So what's this ritual about?”

“It's a surprise?” he said slowly, before speeding up as he saw my eyes narrow. “No, really! I can completely guarantee that you're going to like the results. It's literally part of the ritual!”

My eyes remained narrowed.

“I'll owe you a favor?” he asked, sounding desperate.

At that, I reconsidered. Devin Winter had serious pull with the professors of the athenaeum, he was an accomplished mage, and he was well-funded thanks to being born to a (minor) noble house. A favor from him wasn't something to scoff at.

I sighed. “Alright, fine.”

“Yes!” He shot his hands up in the air before leaning down and giving me a hug, which I returned with an exasperated smile.

He pulled away, grinning. “You free right now? I've already booked a ritual room.”

“Of course you did.”

* * *

I watched as Devin marked out the ritual circle on the stone floor of the dull, empty room with a piece of chalk. Its basic structure was two separated circles – one three feet in diameter, the other only a few inches – with two tangent lines connecting them on the top and bottom. The rest of the design was far too complex to analyze in the half-hour or so it would take to set up.

The larger circle was obviously the second focus – the one I would be standing in as the ritual was performed. True to Devin's word, I did recognize a few runes that signified a cognitive input, meaning at some crucial point I'd have to focus on some specific idea or concept. I had no idea what the primary focus was for, though I swore I'd seen some of those runes somewhere.

Oh well. I could stave off my curiosity for a few more minutes.

“So how's your thing with that undergrad going? Katie, I think?” Devin asked after some companionable silence.

“Kayla.” I shrugged. “We haven't seen each other in a while. Didn't have a fight or anything. It was just a casual thing to begin with.”

Devin grunted in acknowledgment, focusing back on his drawing.

I grinned. “So how about you? Anyone special in the life of Devin Winter lately?”

He smiled as well. “I'm married to my work, as you well know,” he said, eyes still intent on the floor.

“Aaaand done,” Devin said with satisfaction a little while later.

“Alright,” I replied, cautiously stepping into the center of the larger circle. “So what am I focusing on?”

Devin smiled. “I'll let you know when we get there.”

“You know that's not proper procedure.”

“Yep. Now, please be silent, I need absolute focus.”

I groaned in frustration. “I know how rituals work, Dev.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “And yet I often hear you criticizing my technique mid-ritual.”

“Yeah, well, you often deserve it. Like right now.”

At that, Devin simply ignored me and pulled out his tape recorder.

“This is Devin Winter, third of September, six-oh-nine RE. I will now begin experimental ritual sixty-three-dash-oh-two with Lucia Baker acting as the secondary cognitive focus.”

“Who has, at this point, not been told what she's focusing,” I interrupted loudly.

“Indeed.”

Then Devin began chanting incantations. The entire circle, runes and all, glowed a bright blue. For a few seconds nothing changed as Devin continued his chant, but then a small point on my circle became gold, slowly crawling around the entire length until the entire thing glowed a brilliant bright gold.

“Now,” Devin said. “Focus on something you enjoy. Something that makes you happy.”

“Gods damn it.” Of course it would be something vague like that. This was why you prepared your focuser before starting the ritual.

What do I enjoy? My mind inadvertently shot to the drawing I was working on before Devin interrupted me. Heh, I do love drawing my porn characters. Maybe that's what the ritual would do: transform me into a impossibly busty sex goddess with a huge dick. I chuckled.

“Got it,” Devin said, continuing his incantations.

Fuck.

The golden glow of my circle retreated through both lines connecting to the primary circle, turning the smaller circle gold and mine back to blue.

Well, I didn't know what this thing did, but there was a high chance that Devin would soon find out about my dirty little secret. Somehow, though, I found that I wasn't really that mad about it. I knew Devin wasn't the type of guy to lord it over me or tell anybody else.

I watched in resignation as the primary focus slowly shifted from gold to a deep red. It wasn't like I could really do anything at this point. It was dangerous to forcefully halt an in-progress ritual, no matter how benign, and this really wasn't a secret worth dying for.

A soft hum filled the room, and as the pitch increased the primary focus began emitting blue sparks. I tilted my head at the sight. That didn't seem like it was supposed to happen.

Before I could ponder it too deeply, though, I heard a violent ripping sound, and the entire ritual circle faded back into dull white chalk. Now floating three feet directly above the primary circle was what looked like a small, energetically shifting starburst; so black that it looked like a tear in reality.

Which is exactly what it was.

“Is that a fucking dimensional rift?!” I screamed, backing away from the thing as fast as possible. I was about to run out the door and hightail it to the Ritual Center's emergency medical facility, but I paused as I saw Devin practically shoving his face in the fucking thing.

“Strange deviation at the climax of the ritual, but it seems to have worked,” he said into his recorder.

I ran up to him and shoved him away from the hole in reality.

“Are you crazy?! For all you know that thing is spewing out poison or something! Forgetting how incomprehensibly irresponsible the entire concept of this is, why the fuck are we not wearing hazard suits?!”

I knew I was having a panic attack, but in this case it was entirely justified. Exposure to dimensional rifts were almost always lethal. As the name implies, they're portals that lead to other dimensions, and there was no telling what kind of dimension you would get. Turns out ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of them are dangerously inhospitable to humans.

Devin calmly stood up from where I shoved him, smiling. “Relax, I already tested the ritual with myself as the second focus. With gear,” he added as an afterthought.

My eye twitched. “You ran the first trial of an experimental ritual – involving a fucking dimensional rift – by yourself.” I held my face in my palms. “You're insane.”

“Listen, Lucia. Everything's fine. The difference between the standard ritual and mine is that instead of tearing into a random universe, you tear into a universe that resembles your focus. I focused on relaxing at the beach, and lo and behold, I end up on a beach, albeit one with strange flora and pink sand. Absolutely no toxic air or dangerous radiation, or anything like that. So.”

He picked up his overstuffed bag and hovered his hand over the dimensional rift, wearing that stupidly overconfident smile.

“Want to see your personal paradise?”

“Don't you dare touch that rift you-”

And then he touched the rift. In a split second his body shifted and distorted, and he was sucked completely into the black abyss.

“Idiot.”

I rapidly cast all the quick and dirty protective charms that I knew of on myself, cursing between every incantation. It was no substitute for a hazard suit, but I didn't have time to get one. Dimensional rifts only remain stable for a few minutes before collapsing in on themselves, so this one could disappear at any second.

Without a second thought, I touched the rift, and my world was an empty black void.

For half a second, anyway.

Suddenly, a kaleidoscope of colors washed over me; filling the entirety of my vision and bathing my body in a soft, tingling warmth.

This wasn't how dimensional travel was supposed to work. It was supposed to be a few seconds of blackness and then you pop into whatever inhospitable wasteland you ended up with.

The physical heat from before was then joined by a heat of a different kind, my breath quickening as I became inexplicably aroused. The thoughts that I had focused during the ritual came flooding into my mind with no apparent cause, and in that moment I somehow knew what was happening, despite the utter impossibility of it.

I don't know how to properly describe the next part, but it felt as if my entire body pulsed, and suddenly I could feel myself slowly being changed. I felt the little bit of fat in some places burn away, while at the same time feeling other parts expand. My hips widened, and my ass and thighs became half again as large as before.

The majority of the transformation was happening in my breasts, and I honestly felt I might orgasm on the spot from the feeling of it. Their growth felt euphoric, and if I'd been able to move I would've been fondling them mercilessly. Over the course of a few seconds they grew from my average-sized B cups to a good bit larger than my head. I felt my nipples growing as well, becoming hard, thumb-tip sized nubs that I could tell were much more sensitive than normal.

As my breast growth halted, it almost seemed like my transformation was complete, but I knew that it had just saved the best for last.

A burst of new and powerful sensations erupted right above my pussy. The alien feeling of fully formed cock and balls was felt immediately, but both were very small, and now the process that had happened to the rest of my body was happening to them. I felt my scrotum creep down the inside of my thighs as my balls grew, and the weight of my cock increased as the semi-flaccid but rapidly rising shaft lengthened and thickened considerably. When the growth finally ceased, my penis had caught up to the rest of my body's arousal; fully hard and throbbing at what had to be a foot and a half long at least. It's relatively small girth – and I do mean relatively; it was still thicker than average by far – left it looking slender and sleek. My balls were the size of oranges, and I could almost swear I could feel my newly acquired seed churning inside of them.

The light clouding my vision suddenly disappeared and I found myself lying on some grass, staring up into a bright blue sky. To my confusion I was completely naked. I sat up, noticing that I was in a small forest clearing, with a cobblestone path a few meters ahead of me. Deciding to think about where I was later, I looked down at my new body for the first time.

The massive melons and giant dick I was expecting; my rod standing at attention and throbbing with every heartbeat. What I wasn't expecting was my skin being a dark, cobalt blue. Standing up, I ran my hands over my new body, quietly noting that – other than the shoulder-length, jet black hair hanging from my head – I was completely smooth and hairless. When my hands made it to my breasts, I let out a little moan. My new tits were sensitive. My nipples – each now a blue hue dark enough to almost be black – felt harder than they've ever been, standing firmly at attention.  

I stretched, and was immediately caught off guard when I felt my penis bounce as I tensed my pelvic muscles. Without a thought, I grasped my new member in my hands, thoroughly enjoying the new, spine-tingling sensations. Another moan escaped my lips, and to my surprise I heard a similar sound from behind me.

I quickly turned around, and the sight before me left me floored.

Her skin was also blue, but unlike mine, hers was so light that it could almost be mistaken for alabaster white. She had long, sky-blue hair that cascaded down her figure...and what a figure it was. If I had thought my new form was big, I was nothing compared to this girl. She was a head taller than me, putting her a few inches over six feet, assuming I had retained my normal height. Her giant breasts were the size of beach balls; hanging all the way down to her waist and protruding so far from her chest that her arms were just barely long enough to reach her thick, turquoise nipples. I felt a thrill when I saw beads of pearly liquid on the tip of each huge teat.

To say that she had 'birthing hips' would be the understatement of the century. They were monstrously wide, and the same could be said for her thighs. Since she was facing me, I could only imagine how gloriously massive her ass was.

To top it all off was her giant, mouth-watering cock. Holy shit. It was well over two feet long, and unlike my slender rod, this thing was girthy as fuck. Seriously, it had to be as thick as one of my newly expanded thighs. Her balls were just as impressive, each one at least as large as a bowling ball and hanging down to her knees. I could tell that their size wasn't for nothing, either, considering the massive amount of precum that was dribbling from her cock.

For a few seconds we simply stared at each other, a dark blue blush flushing her cheeks. While I was simply speechless and still, her breathing became more and more rapid, her tits jiggling with each shallow breath. Her giant cock was bouncing up and down, pointed straight at me.

Suddenly, she shut her eyes and her entire body tensed, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Before I could even register what was happening, and thick jet of cum erupted from her cock and splattered onto my torso. Due to my arousal and the surreality of it all, I made no attempt to dodge the rest of her emissions. To be honest, I even thrust out my chest a little. Glob after massive glob of hot, sticky cum gushed onto my breasts and stomach, dripping down around the base of my cock.

The girl's orgasm eventually petered out, and she fell to her knees. Her cock was still hard, and she was still horny as hell if the half-dazed look in her eyes was any indication.

“Oh gods. I-I'm so sorry, miss,” she said in a high, angelic voice. “I didn't mean...I'm not usually...Mmmnn.”

She squeezed one of her nipples, a stream milk spraying from her engorged teat, while her other arm buried itself under her huge ballsack, presumably to tease her pussy if her anatomy was the same as mine.

“It's okay,” I replied, sounding a bit out of it myself. I scooped some cum from between my cleavage and stared at it. Realizing the girl was watching me, and feeling pretty damn horny myself, I lapped at the cum my palm. I was rewarded with not only its heavenly taste, but another moan from the girl whose cum I was swallowing.

With what looked to be a significant force of will, she stopped playing with herself for a moment and turned around to grab a bag that was sitting behind her. I didn't recognize it until she pulled out a small, rectangular object.

“My t-transformation seems to have spiked my libido by several orders of magnitude.”

She, or to my dawning comprehension, he, glanced at my penis.

“Mmh, p-possibly altered my sexual orientation, though I've never encountered a penis in a sexual context before now, so for all I know this might not be new. It's just so...so...” He trailed off, staring at my cock as his hand went back between his legs.

“Devin? Is that you?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Him.

His eyes widened. “L-lucia?”

That confirmation seemed to break me out of my aroused haze, and the anger that I had before being blindsided by my transformation returned. I stomped over to his side, glaring down at him.

He looked slightly less dazed, horror creeping into his expression. “I'm so sorry, Lucia. I-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Huh?”

“I said,” I bit out, “sorry for what?”

She glanced down at my spunk-covered body and then back up to my face. I noticed that her hand was still moving between her legs. “For...for ejaculating on you?”

I slapped her. Him.

“You should be sorry for endangering the both of us! You do not throw all precautionary measures to the wind after a single fucking successful experiment!”

Arms crossed beneath my breasts, I waited for his retort. But Instead of looking sheepish or defiant, he looked distinctly...aroused. He rubbed at his slapped cheek, his eyes locked with mine. Pre once again began to drip from the end of his cock. He turned away.

“S-sorry. I'm sorry.”

My anger dimmed, and I looked down at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” I asked, kneeling down beside him.

His eyes strayed down to my blue cleavage for a few seconds before returning to mine.

“N-no. I can-” a short whimper escaped from his lips, and he tightly closed his eyes. “I can hardly think. Surly this isn't how normal people usually feel...right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I've felt sexual attraction before, b-but not in the way everyone else seems to. Not in a way that's distracting from my work. Not in a way that makes people do stupid things.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I'm trying really hard not to...not to do something stupid right now.”

Now that I had a better angle, my traitorous eyes glanced down to Devin's giant ass. It was glorious, as expected.

I sighed. “Same here, but it sounds like you've got it a lot worse than I have.”

“How could this happen?” Devin asked miserably. “The ritual was supposed to take us somewhere that matches your focus, somewhere that would make you happy.”

Well, I had already resigned myself to Devin finding out.

I rubbed the back of my neck. “It kind of...did do that. When you told me to think of something I enjoy, I thought of my hobby drawing characters that look like, well,” I gestured at our bodies, “This. I specifically imagined your ritual transforming me into one of them.”

Devin stared at me in disbelief, before realizing that staring was only stoking his out of control lust. The fact that his blush was blue, instead of the familiar pink, was mesmerizing to me for some reason.

“O-okay, that's what I get for trying to surprise you, I guess. But it still doesn't make sense! Dimensional tears shouldn't be able to do this, no matter what the focus is.”

“Well, apparently it did. Maybe if we go back we'll change to normal? And if you tell me you didn't set up link crystals, I swear I'll slap you again.”

Devin blushed harder and let out a squeak, and a particularly large glob of precum splattered onto the ground. Note to self: Devin is apparently a huge masochist now.

“I-I-I set them up! Several backup pairs even! They're in my bag.”

He dove toward his bag, presumably to show he was telling the truth. I wondered why he still had his bag when the rift stole both of our clothes.

He pulled out a mesh pouch that contained a handful of white crystals. Each one should've been paired with a matching crystal back in our home dimension. The link between them would guide us back.

I nodded as Devin returned the crystals to his bag. “Okay. Let's find somewhere we can mark out a ritual.”

I quickly stood up, sending my heavy tits bouncing. Another moan from below me led me to look down and realize that my position left my dick almost directly in Devin's face. Her glazed eyes were locked onto it, and before I could do anything she leaned forward and latched her mouth onto the head of my cock.

I stiffened in surprise, but in my arousal made no effort to dissuade her. Her tongue twirled around my cock head, and I instinctively thrust my hips forward, sending more of my length into her. Her hand grabbed the base of my shaft and began to jerk me off; my knees almost buckling in pleasure. She looked up at me as she continued her ministrations. Our eyes locked, and Devin stopped, her body quaking as she came from simply giving me a blowjob. Another torrent of cum began shooting from her cock, each load splatting audibly onto the ground.

The sight was simply too much for me. More quickly than I had ever experienced, I felt my own climax build. I grasped Devin's head and pulled her farther onto my cock as I felt an incredible tightness that resolved into an explosive release, sending a thick wad my cum down her throat. Devin dutifully swallowed every load, continuing to massage my shaft in order to prolong my orgasm.

When I finally felt the last aftershock of pleasure, I pulled away, letting my slowly softening shaft slip from between Devin's lips. We both breathed heavily, staring at each other until Devin turned away. Her ridiculously huge dick was still as hard as ever.

“Well,” I deadpanned after catching my breath. “That happened.”

“Sorry.” She sounded miserable.

“Nah, I got caught up in it, too. It's fine.”

“You're really not mad?”

“At having one of the best orgasm's in my life? Not really. Are you mad at me for not stopping you?”

She shook her head. “No. It's just...weird.”

“Yeah.” I looked down at both of our bodies, admiring their unarguable sexiness. “Maybe we can just...take care of each other while we're here, and leave all the freaking out for when we get home.”

Devin wasn't turned away far enough for me not to see the blush on her cheek. “That sounds...sensible.” She stood up, somehow carrying all that weight hanging off of her like it was nothing.

“Anyway, as I was saying before our...interruption: let's find somewhere to set up a return ritual.” I pointed towards the path. “Best bet is there will be something down that road.”

“Alright, just...stay behind me, unless you want to take a break every couple minutes.”

I kinda did, but I kept it to myself as we began walking.

I gazed at Devin as she walked in front of me. I figured that the transformation must have planted some muscle memory into our brains – not only because Devin was walking gracefully despite how cumbersome her body looked, but because both of us were exaggeratedly swinging our hips back and forth as if we were a couple of strippers. I found that, while not as bad as Devin's, my own arousal was pretty quick to reignite. I couldn't help but stare at Devin's massive bubble butt as it swung hypnotically in front of me, jiggling enticingly with each heavy step. It also didn't help that I could still see the outer curves of her boobs bouncing along as well. She...wait, no. He...

Damn it was hard not to think of him as a woman at the moment.

“That's fine,” Devin said.

Shit. Had I said that out loud? “Sorry.”

“No, it's fine, really!” she replied. “It's a new experience, and...it's not like I'm particularly attached to my gender anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...I'm okay with this.” She rubbed the sides of her breasts. “I don't mind having this body. It's kind of exciting, actually! The only problem is the fact that I've having a hard time staying...focused.”

“I can see that, considering how hard you're groping yourself right now.”

Devin didn't respond, opting instead to continue massaging her giant tits. My own arousal was beginning to burn away my focus as well, dollops of pre dripping from my cock as I watched this impossible goddess in front of me play with herself. It was a wonder we were still moving forward.

Before I could give in to my lust, though, we rounded a bend in the path and saw another person sitting at the base of a tree.

Cliffhanger! 

...sorry.

So the plan for this one was for our protagonists to be led to a city in this world (and marvel at all the gratuitous sex happening in the streets) only for Devin to get kidnapped by the evil queen and made to become her subservient pet, prompting Lucia to go and rescue them. The twist, which was going to be immediately revealed after shifting to Devin’s perspective, was that the evil queen thing was just some harmless RP that everyone went along with. 

Devin would wholeheartedly descend into the world of hedonism, Lucia would befriend someone RPing as the hero of the land, they’d sneak into the castle, Lucia would find Devin being subjected to tortures most sexual, hijinks, and then Lucia would find out the truth. Haha what a misunderstanding; happily ever after.

Sounds fun, but for the plot to work I’d have to keep Lucia in the dark the entire time, and that just doesn’t work for multiple reasons. In terms of character motivations, I can’t see Devin not wanting to clear the air with Lucia as soon as they find out what’s going on, and there’s no reason for the queen not to let them do that. In terms of tone, well, obviously Lucia would be scared for her friend, and I can’t think of a way to write that without losing the lighthearted feeling I wanted from this story.

So once I scrapped that plot, I just couldn’t figure out what to replace it with. Still, I mostly like what I’ve got so far for this one, and might come back to it at some point.

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Sketches #1: Casual Debauchery

So this is the first of five unfinished stories I’ll be posting over the next few days. Keep in mind that they end abruptly and haven’t been proofread.

They all have a certain theme that I’ve been trying to make work. For context...confession time. Among other things, I like to read anthro clopfics on FimFiction. I don’t consider myself a furry, but what can I say? They have some good shit over there.

One of the subgenres among the site’s more lewd entries is something that is sometimes called “Sexquestria” or (quite often) “Futaquestria”, the concept being to take the MLP world and fill it with oversexed hedonists who have no concept of shame. A line that I particularly like from Twilight Sparkle and the Planet of the Pantsless Pony People (what a great title, right?) sums it up nicely:

“I, uh, don't have sex with my friends.” Twilight Sparkle murmured.

Her counterpart blinked, puzzled. “Then who do you have sex with?”

“I … don't?”

“Oh.” Other Twilight said. “I guess our dimensions really are different.

So that’s what I’m going for with these: groups or societies that embrace casual sex to an insane degree. They also contain futa in one form or another.

This first one is a second person story is about adult chatrooms in a world with full-immersion VR.

Word Count: 1.6k

Contains: Altersex second-person protagonist, casual sex.

You stare excitedly at the message window that's floating in front of you.

Your request to join the server [Casual Debauchery] has been accepted by Moderator [Eva].

[Enter] [Cancel]

You've been waiting for this moment for so long. It took ages to save up enough money for a Neurolink, but now that you have it you've finally gained access to the most popular adult VR experience in the world: The Garden. After creating an account and making your new avatar using the app's insanely diverse customization tools, you had sent requests to multiple servers, hoping it wouldn't take too long for one of them to be accepted.

Despite wanting to immediately join in, you had resisted the temptation to join a public server, since they have a reputation for housing the absolute worst users of the service. Rumor is that the developers are considering removing public servers entirely. Unfortunately that also means that moderators are leery of “virgin” accounts like yours, since they don't have any behavior ratings and are basically unknown quantities.

You don't begrudge the two hour wait for a response too badly, though. It just gave you more time to experiment with your new body. Running your hands along your side, you once again admire your overly feminine figure. Your long red hair cascading down to the small of your back, framing a face with two bright green eyes, a dainty nose, and thick, luscious red lips. Your thin waist blowing outward into wide hips and a beautifully bouncy bubble butt, with thick, juicy thighs that were to die for. Topping it all off was your big cantaloupe sized breasts, with thimble-sized nipples that made themselves known through your thin red crop top.

In contrast to all of that though, there's one part of your new body that is decidedly masculine, which is easy to see considering the tent that's forming in your skirt. Above your pussy hangs a throbbing eight inch erection. You had spent the last two hours playing with both of them, and it felt amazing, even without the Garden's sensitivity enhancements.

You shake your head before you can get caught up in another masturbation session. You have some “casual debauchery” to get up to now. Before you tap the Enter button, you pull up the server's description.

[Casual Debauchery] – 41 users online

Welcome to a world of no boundaries! Ever wanted to give a random blowjob to that guy across the room? Casually grope that girl sitting next to you? Let someone just go to town on you in the middle of a conversation? Then you've come to the right place! The theme of this server is “free access”, including open requests for avatar customization access.

To be absolutely clear to any potential new members: this server expects and encourages unsolicited sexual contact. If you are uncomfortable with that, then this server may not be suited to your tastes.

All of that said, there are several rules for all members keep in mind:

1. NO MEANS NO. If someone tells you to stop doing something then you STOP DOING IT. Despite what was said up top, members' personal boundaries take priority over the server theme. Engaging in harassment of any kind will get you removed from the server and reported to the proper authorities.

2. Do NOT pressure anyone into giving you their avatar access. If they say no the first time, then you STOP ASKING.

3. Be respectful. Racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc. will NOT be tolerated.

4. Be nice to each other. We value a positive atmosphere, and while we understand that people get upset sometimes, we will make no hesitation to remove anyone insulting or belittling other members.

5. No non-con RP. It's fine if you're into this, but as stated before we value a positive atmosphere.

If you have any trouble with anyone on the server please let a moderator know.

Hands trembling in anticipation, you tap [Enter], and the Garden's lobby fades into blackness. After only a few moments, you find yourself in a small sitting room composed of fine, pure white furniture, all of it gilded with golden vine patterns. Large, open arches separate the room from the outside, where you see a grand city nestled in a lush mountain valley, sunlight glinting off of the many waterfalls pouring from the mountainside surrounding the city.

“Welcome to our humble city, human.”

Startled, you turn around to find a woman lying on the couch behind you. Even without the long, pointed ears, you would say she looks stereotypically elven; all lithe suppleness and flowing, golden hair. You find it hard not to stare, seeing how she's completely naked and lying in a pose that's as revealing as possible.

You swallow. “Um...well met?”

The fey creature smiles before breaking into laughter.

“Sorry, just messing with ya. We don't actually do much RP on this server, but we like to change up the scenery every now and then. Sure, 'nudist elf city' isn't the most creative setting, but it's better than another boring-ass cabaret club. Anyway, I'm Eva. Welcome to Casual Debauchery.”

Unsure how to respond, you simply reply with your username.

“Shy, huh? That's okay.” Eva twists her body on the couch, rising to a seated position before gently patting the spot next to her. “Not too shy to sit with me, I hope?”

You sit down next to her, careful not to get too close. You know that given the server's theme she wouldn't mind a little contact, but a lifetime of social conditioning is hard to break.

She doesn't seem interested in your reluctance, though, as she immediately scooches in next to you, lightly pressing her body into yours. You feel your cock twitch, the massive tent in your skirt leaving little to the imagination.

“Altersex bombshell, huh?” Eva says while eyeing your bulge lustfully. “I have some friends that're gonna love you.”

You blush, and suddenly feel a powerful urge to show off your new body.

“D-do you mind if I...undress?” you ask.

Eva gives you a warm smile. “Of course not!”

You bring up your character menu, and deciding you might as well get in character, you search for ear modifications. You quickly select a set of prefab elf ears that you like, and feel your own ears transform to match them, lengthening into two sharp points. Then, holding your breath, you remove the clothes from your character portrait. Said items pop out of existence, leaving you completely nude. The sudden feeling of open air on your privates sends a rush of sensation through you. You stare down at yourself, once again infatuated with your own body.

“Yep, definitely gonna love you.”

You startle from your self-obsession, reminded that there's a naked woman leaning into you. She's staring at you unabashedly, obvious attraction playing in her expression. You watch as her hand slowly hovers near your cock, mere centimeters from the tip. She looks into your eyes, and you nod.

Eva's delicate fingers brush against your crown, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. You push your hips upward to increase the stimulation, but Eva's hand rises in response.

“Do you know the rules of the server?” She asks, her expression turning serious.

“Y-yes.”

“What are they?”

You recite the rules that you only read a few moments before, and she presses the head of your cock into her palm.

“Good. You wouldn't believe how many people expect to just go all out as soon as they join without even reading the rules. Now let's talk about you.”

She firmly grasps your shaft while her other hand reaches underneath and teases the sensitive folds of your pussy.

“Mmmh!”

“What are you comfortable with? Let's say someone comes up behind you without warning and squeezes your ass. Would you like that?”

You nod, your hands rising to your breasts and squeezing hard on your rock hard nipples as Eva slowly jerks your cock and teases your pussy.

“How about if they grabbed those big tits of yours and started making out with you?”

You feel your body tense. You're so close.

“Y-yes!”

“How about,” Eva starts, her voice low and sultry as her hand furiously on your cock and her fingers penetrate your pussy, “They bend you over and just start fucking you. You into that?”

You imagine it. Being so comfortable with the people around you that you'd let them have sex with you at the drop of a hat. Fondling and being fondled. Fucking and being fucked.

Eva leans over and places her mouth over your cock, and with one hard suck, you're brought over the edge.

“Yes!”

You cry out in ecstasy as you're consumed by a positively mindblowing orgasm. Cum erupts from your cock, pouring into Eva's eager mouth, and with each spurt your pussy clenches over her fingers. This lasts for several long seconds, and

After finally calming down it still takes you a little while to process what's happening. Even after playing with yourself for hours, you still haven't grown accustomed to how intense your orgasms are now. You watch dazedly as Eva swallows the last bit of your cum.

“Delicious,” she comments, smacking her lips. “Seriously, though, now that you're a bit more levelheaded, are you really okay with going that far?”

You nod once again. “Yes. It sounds amazing.”

Eva smiles at you and stands up from the couch. “Let's go meet some other members. Follow me.”

As you rise to meet her, you hesitantly place your hand on her butt and squeeze.

She smirks at you. “So much for being shy.”

That’s as far as I got with this one. I gave up on it when I realized that what made His Dream Girl work was the emotional connection to the characters, which this framework doesn’t really have room for. Over the past few months I’ve been flip-flopping on this idea, since I don’t think I’m actually very good at building that connection. Also the dialogue is terrible.

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Update

Looks like nsfw stuff on Tumblr is done for. Until I find a new place to post stuff, you can follow me on my new Twitter account. I also have a Literotica page.

I was going to post my DeviantArt as well, but I just found out that His Dream Girl was pulled on 11/21 for being ‘explicitly pornographic’, which, I mean, yeah. I knew that was in the TOS, but given the kind of stuff you can find on DA I thought it was quietly unenforced. Won’t be migrating there, I guess.

If anyone has any suggestions for other places to go, please let me know.

Anyway, while I’m here, I thought it would be good to give y’all an update on where I’m at. That’ll be under the break. TL;DR, I’m sorry for the prolonged silence and I’ll be posting some unfinished stuff over the next few days just for the hell of it.

So yeah, I’m sorry for the lack of updates. I read a lot of fanfiction, and I used to hate it when authors of stories I liked would just drop off the map for months on end. Needless to say I have a lot more sympathy for it now.

Since I haven’t posted a story in forever, it might be weird to hear that I think about this blog practically every day. Over the last few weeks alone, I’ve been juggling like six permutations of the same story in my head, trying to come up something good enough to motivate me to actually sit down and write. 

My main problem is that I’m lazy to an honestly unhealthy degree. But in addition to that, every time that I actually end up writing, it just doesn’t work out the way I want it to. All my characters feel like bland self-inserts, and my prose just feels so dry and redundant. I feel like I peaked with His Dream Girl, which says a lot since there's plenty of things about that story that could've been done better.

I know I'm overthinking this. You guys seem to like my stuff, and it's not like any of this is exactly high art, anyway. Just can't help it, I guess. Thanks for putting up with me.

In brighter news, over the next few days I'll be posting a few abandoned WIPs that'd otherwise never see the light of day. This place is burning to the ground anyway, so I might as well, right? Might be useful to get some feedback even if I don’t plan on finishing them. Just be prepared for some abrupt endings.

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do you have other sites to follow you on?

Just created a new Twitter account:

https://www.twitter.com/docautomata

I'll be posting a longer update later today.

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How it going? Haven't heard from you lately. Got anything coming down the pipes?

My motivation's been pretty shot lately, tbh. I decided that the plot I had planned for my futa story wasn't working out, and now I dont really know what I want to do with it. Think I might go back to BFF and Quirky Sex just so I can say that I finished them. I've also got a couple of really old requests that I might try to get out soon.So yeah, nothing really substantial lined up at the moment. Thanks for being patient with me.

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TIL editing a post on mobile completely messes up the title and line break formatting. God, I hate the Tumblr app.

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Why Buy the Cow?

I recently got back into Stardew Valley, and seeing my old farm again gave me some inspiration for a new story.

Word Count: 1.6k

Contains: Breast Expansion, lactation, and cowgirl transformation.

You dry yourself off after your quick, late-morning shower. A part of you argues at the pointlessness of it, since you and Abigail were planning to go into the mines later in the afternoon, but you wanted to do some quick errands in town before then, and you don't want to subject everyone to the filth and sweat that had accumulated during your morning farm work. You know none of the other residents in Pelican Town would begrudge you for it, but still.

You exit the bathroom, towel held at your side. You don't know where your wife is at the moment, but at this point in your relationship, modesty isn't really an issue.

That said, you hadn't expected to see her standing in the bedroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy, cow-print bikini.

You gaze at your scantily clad wife with a bemused, yet decidedly appreciative expression. Her blushing face is perfectly framed by her long, purple locks. She has her hands clasped in front of her, her upper arms (likely deliberately) squeezing her breasts together enticingly, and you find it hard not to notice the two prominent indentations in the black and white fabric of her top.

“Emily gave this to me yesterday. I think she made it as a joke, but it's pretty cute, rig-eep!”

Abigail lets out a startled yelp before descending into a giggles as you pick her up in a tight hug and gently fall onto the bed, laying your naked body on top of hers. Your lips quickly meet hers, both of you laughing around a fierce and sloppy kiss. You break away, planting kisses on her cheek, neck, and collarbone as you slide down to her pert, barely-concealed breasts.

You bring your hands under her breasts and squeeze, watching the fabric of her bikini shift and stretch in response to your ministrations. Suddenly, the color pattern gives you an idea.

You smile mischievously at Abigail before lifting off the left side of her top, revealing a hard, perky pink nipple. You plant your lips around it, your right hand squeezing her breast tightly as you give a hard suck on her teat. Abigail gasps, her thighs squeezing together before letting out an aroused laugh.

“As fun as it would be, I don't think you're going to get what you're looking...for...”

Confused as to why she trailed off, you release her breast from your mouth with a quiet plop. Abigail's head is turned to the side, toward the foot of the bed, and as you follow her gaze you plainly see what had gained her attention.

A small white creature is standing on your bed. It's about the size and shape of an apple – complete with a stem-like antenna with a little white leaf on the end – with tiny black eyes and thin, stubby arms and legs.

Noticing it got your attention, it gives a happy little wave.

“Is that one of those Junimos you told me about?” Abigail asks, a look of wonder on her face as she stares intently at the creature. “Cause holy crap it's just as adorable as you said.”

You nod, and suddenly the Junimo starts to dance, waving its arms above its head and shifting from side to side while emitting happy chirping noises. Blue sparkles appear around it and begin to swirl toward you. As entranced at the sight as you are, you almost don't hear Abigail gasp from underneath you.

You look down at her, and see the same motes of light dancing around her body. She's looking down at her chest in shock, and you quickly share her surprise when you realize that her breasts are becoming larger with each passing second, slowly expanding in volume and weight. Starting at an already sizable D cup, it doesn't take long for them to become larger than any pair you've ever seen, her remaining covered breast slipping out of the too small bikini as they approach the size of her head. Meanwhile, her nipples grow at the same pace as the rest of her breasts, becoming longer and thicker, while her areolas plump and widen.

Throughout all this, Abigail's expression has become dazed, and you can tell that through whatever process this is happening, she finds it very pleasurable. Her cheeks burn red, her breath quickening as small, quiet moans escape her lips. But what you notice most of all, now that your sole focus isn't on her breasts, is that their growth isn't the only thing about your wife that's changing. Large white horns have appeared on the sides of her head, and her ears have become long and floppy, with fur appearing on them in a familiar black and white pattern. You notice her shift her hips, and you feel something brush against your side, only to find that a long cow's tail has emerged from beneath her, wagging across the bed as she writhes beneath you.

The chirping suddenly stops, and you notice that the Junimo has disappeared. Shifting focus back to your wife, you see that her breasts have stopped growing, and each one is now the size of a fairly large watermelon. You watch in fascination as small dollops of white liquid appear on her nipples and drip seductively down the sides of her humongous breasts.

“Mmmmm,” Abigail moans. Her eyes, having become unfocused during her transformation, suddenly meet yours. Her look is one of intense need.

“Honey, d-do what you were doing before...please!” She gropes at herself, causing a greater flow of milk to leak from her nipples.

You eagerly oblige, filling your mouth with an engorged nipple and suckling at it for all your worth. You're rewarded with a gush of sweet-tasting breastmilk and a loud, ecstatic moan from your transformed lover. You roughly grab her other breast and squeeze, sending a fountain of milk spraying into the air. You feel Abigail's arms beneath you reaching down underneath her bikini bottom, and her moans become more frantic as she begins to masturbate.

Soon you feel Abigail's hips bucking underneath you, and you know that she's almost over the edge. You bring both hands to the sides of her tits and squeeze them together until both of her nipples are side by side, placing your mouth on both at the same time and sucking hard. You feel Abigail tense, her breathing stopping for just a moment until-

“Mm! Mmmm! Moooooo!”

While Abigail lets out a long, bestial moan, her milk flow becomes too much for you to handle. Excess milk escapes from the sides of your mouth, running down the curves of her breasts. You feel her new tail repeatedly thwapping at your hips, wagging ceaselessly as her body rocks in orgasm.

Nearly a full minute passes before Abigail is able to settle down. You let her nipples fall from your mouth, her breasts bouncing hypnotically back to their natural state of rest. You pull yourself off of her, lying beside her and letting her catch her breath.

“That,” she says between ragged breaths, “was amazing.”

After a few more minutes, she sits up, wincing at the weight hanging off her chest. She slowly explores her new body, feeling at her horns and ears, as well as pulling her tail in front of her.

She looks at you, slightly worried. “How the hell are we going to explain this to everyone?” she asks, and before you can answer, her eyes widen in dismay.

She jumps up off the bed, and unsheathes one of the swords leaning against the wall of the bedroom. She gives a few practice swings, her gigantic breasts jiggling wildly and sending her massively off balance.

“Damn!” Her eyes meet yours, and your heart constricts at the desperation in her expression. “This...this is temporary, right?”

Knowing how important her swordsmanship is to her, you stand up, ready to rush off to the Community Center to find some Junimos, or maybe go to see if the Wizard could help, but as you push off the bed, you feel a piece of parchment crinkle under your hand.

Surprised, you examine it, and realize it's a golden scroll, much like the ones that you found in the Community Center those few years ago. You unfurl it, and can't help but chuckle as you comprehend its meaning. At the top reads “Cowgirl Bundle”, and underneath are pictures of the items you need to donate to receive the bundle's reward. Unlike the other bundles you've completed, there are only two items being requested: the first is the familiar image of Abigail's flute, and the second...is a bottle of milk, and you're pretty sure it isn't asking for milk from the usual sources. At the bottom reads “Reward: Transformation Flute”.

At this point, Abigail has returned to your side, eyes squinting down at the arcane runes of the scroll.

“What is it? I can't read it.”

Her eyes widen as you explain what the Junimos are asking for, but she seems eager at the idea.

“Sounds fun,” she says, her tail wagging happily behind her as she looks down at her breasts. “And if this is something I can just turn on and off...”

She squeezes her tits together, sending arcs of milk spraying onto the floor and letting out another cow-like moan.

“Then, uh, I'm not complaining.”

Her eyes start to become unfocused again as she continues to play with herself, and your heart skips a beat when you see her lift one of her nipples to her mouth and suckle at her own teat. Seeing her other breast continue to spill milk onto the floor, you reluctantly pull your gaze away from your naked cowgirl wife, putting on some clothes and heading to the barn to get your milk pail. You certainly never expected to use it for this purpose, but much like Abigail, you can't really complain.

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If no celebrity crushes they what about any other crush? What fantasy would you want to live out with your biggest crush?

If I have to choose one, then it’d obviously be one involving lactation. I’ve heard the term Adult Nursing Relationship before (though I don’t know if it carries any connotations besides the obvious), and if it’s what it sounds like, then that’s probably my biggest fantasy.

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If you had the chance to live out a fantasy with your celebrity crush what would you do? After getting their permission of course.

Sorry to disappoint, but...I don’t really have a celebrity crush. I tend not to care about celebrities in general, and the ones I do care about I don’t think of in that way.

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(I don't know if you have a girlfriend) If you had a girlfriend would you like if her "sexual parts" were blown out of proportion or not?

I certainly wouldn’t mind it.

Though if you’re asking whether I’d want my (unfortunately hypothetical) girlfriend to go through some BE shenanigans, that’d have to be her decision.

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If you could shift your and other people's bodies at will would you?

Sure, why not?

Angie shifted nervously in her chair, eyes fixed on the door of the waiting room as she waited for the doctor to arrive. Every now and then her eyes would shift down to the large tablet in her lap, and another thrum of excitement would course through her body. This was it. After months and months of waiting, her new life was about to begin in just a few short minutes.

With how much adrenaline was pumping through her veins, it was hardly a surprise that she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the door being hastily opened. She stared in excitement at the man who walked in. It could be said that he was moderately handsome, which - assuming he was who Angie thought he was - was pretty surprising. The miracle worker was infamous for making public appearances in the most outrageous forms imaginable: from a giant muscle man to an impossibly busty shortstack and everything in between. 

The man smiled and closed the door behind him, placing a clipboard on the counter at the side of the room. “Hello, Ms. Willis. I’m Doc Automata. How’re you today?”

“Good,” Angie said, a wide grin plastered on her face. “Really good.”

He smiled back. “Glad to hear it.” He held out his hand. “May I?”

Before handing him the tablet, she cast one last look at the image it displayed. It was the naked form of a woman; a 3D model she had sculpted with the most realistic and detailed character creator ever made. She had literally spent hundreds of hours on it, and even in these few last minutes she was making tiny, last-minute changes.

And in just a few moments, that woman on the screen would be her.

With that thought, she handed the tablet over to the doctor. He calmly took it and stared in concentration, occasionally swiping at the screen to study the model from every angle.

His eyes glanced at the top right of the display, where the numeric measurements were displayed, and looked Angie’s tall, lanky form up and down.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” he asked. “The ones you’re wearing now aren’t going to fit very well afterward.”

“They’re in my bag.”

He nodded, placing the tablet on the counter and retrieving his clipboard. He handed it to her, and she saw that it had a single sheet of paper and a pen.

“I’ll need you to sign this as a final confirmation. As you probably know, any new appointment will need to be booked nearly a year in advance, so I need to confirm that you’re completely sure about the form you chose.”

Angie signed the document, never more certain in her life. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then head on back behind the privacy screen and place your hand in the slot and we’ll get started.”

She complied, taking her bag with her behind the thin screen that separated a small alcove of the room. On the wall in front of her stood a full-length mirror.

She stripped out of her clothes, gazing at her soon-to-be old body for the last time, and placed her hand through the small hole in the privacy screen. She felt the doctor’s fingers lightly contact her own.

She felt herself changing almost instantly, a pleasant warmth suffusing through her entire body, and she watched in awe as she steadily transformed. All the hard, masculine edges of her body softened, her shoulders and waist narrowing while her hips bulged outward, her face and jawline smoothing out into a more delicate shape. Soft layers of fat were added in all the right places to her formerly skinny form, her thighs and ass thickening to a point that was truly mouth-watering. All of the damnable stubble on her face and body disappeared while her shoulder-length brown hair lengthened down to the small of her back. A couple of bulges appeared on her previously flat chest, slowly filling out until she was left with two bouncy, D-cup breasts. Finally, the equipment dangling from her crotch shrank into her body and was replaced with a new, pristine vagina. While she was trying to stay as calm as possible, she wasn’t surprised to see that her new lips were noticeably glistening.

The warmth subsided, and she felt the doctor’s fingers retreat from her own. She ran her now-slender fingers up and down her body, feeling its gentle curves and weighing her new breasts. She desperately wanted to feel her new genitalia, but she was almost certain she wouldn’t be able to resist fingering herself right then and there.

Her breathing was short and ragged, and as she stared at the beautiful person in the mirror, she was almost on the verge of tears.

“Th-Thank-”

That did it. Hearing that high, feminine voice escape her lips set off the water works, and in a thoughtless fit of gratitude, she ran around the screen and hugged the stunned doctor.

“Thank you...so...so much!” Angie choked between sobs.

“Er...you’re welcome,” the doctor replied, awkwardly trying and failing to escape the naked woman’s embrace.

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On a psychological point of view where do you think fetishes for breast expansion, lactation come from?

Well, an easy answer would be that it just follows from large breasts being such a common object of sexual attraction. You like big boobs? How about if they were even bigger? Sometimes boobs do this thing where they secrete milk, and since you think boobs are super sexy, then that must be super sexy too, right?