In Control 09 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
October 12 2015, 00:51:39 UTC
She slept fitfully, too exhausted to do anything else. Her dreams were restless and overheated, filled with the echo of the toy in her mouth and the hot, hard weight of the cock between her legs, by turns hungry and burning with shame.
She woke, flushed and half-hard, to a sharp clap from Xen, startling against the chair's restraints. Her breasts bounced at her movement and she choked down a gasp. They felt heavy and tight, her nipples throbbing in the cold air.
Xen produced an amused hum. “You look uncomfortable, Ms. Lawson. I am afraid that it is an unavoidable side-effect of the treatment.” Xen paused and leaned forward, and, clinically, rolled Miranda's left nipple between her fingers.
Miranda inhaled sharply and felt her cock twitch against her leg at the pressure. Reflexively, she looked down at herself, and stared. Her breasts were flushed and rosy, the start of a sweat prickling at her sternum. They were perhaps a bit fuller than they had been previously, and her nipples, which had formerly been modest and unremarkable, were now plump and obvious, projecting proudly out from her breasts.
“A promising beginning,” remarked Xen. “However, stimulation will be necessary to get the full benefits.” With that, she took Miranda's right nipple in hand as well, and began to stroke and roll it in tandem with the other one. Miranda could not suppress a shiver as the heat in her breasts seemed to intensify. Xen teased her expertly, alternately pulling and caressing at her enlarged nipples, and she let out a moan despite herself.
With a final hard pinch, Xen withdrew, leaving Miranda gasping in the chair. “Truly, you are insatiable, Ms. Lawson. Perhaps you require more aggressive stimulation.”
Miranda watched in dread as she retrieved a large box from one of the lab's cabinets. Xen set it down at the chair's side and withdrew a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous portion onto her fingers before reaching out again to Miranda's breasts. Miranda shivered as Xen coated her sensitive nipples in the cold gel, slathering them thickly. Xen bent again, this time withdrawing a pair of cylinders, each perhaps three inches in length and attached to a hose leading back to the box. Miranda yelped as Xen slid the first over her left nipple - the cylinder sucked at her, engulfing her swollen nipple. The other went on as well, and Xen bent and she heard the click of a switch.
Abruptly, the suction of both cylinders increased, and they began to pump her, her breasts quivering with the machine's rhythm. She felt her cheeks burn as her cock hardened at the suction. The tight, full feeling in her breasts intensified, and, with a thrill of apprehension, she felt the weight on her chest increase.
Xen coolly reached down and hefted her left breast, feeling its weight. Miranda choked down a whimper as she squeezed slightly.
“It appears it may be several hours before your progress is satisfactory, Ms. Lawson. How very disappointing. I had hoped to introduce you to an acquaintance today.”
Xen paced slowly to the front of the chair, watching her all the while. Miranda felt herself burn at the sight she must be, panting and gasping, breasts shaking as the machine pumped her, cock flushed and hard between her legs.
Xen contemplated her impassively for a minute before producing a dissatisfied sigh. “I suppose there is no help for it. As you are indisposed, she will have to come here.”
Re: In Control 09 (Unwilling futa transformation, non-con)
anonymous
October 12 2015, 07:54:27 UTC
omg, I'm dying to know whom the acquaintance is. I hope it's Jack. I think Miranda would die of humiliation of Jack saw her in such an embarrassing predicament, haha. Also, Miranda having her breasts pumped by a machine is super hot. I'm really interested to see where you take the story next.
She woke, flushed and half-hard, to a sharp clap from Xen, startling against the chair's restraints. Her breasts bounced at her movement and she choked down a gasp. They felt heavy and tight, her nipples throbbing in the cold air.
Xen produced an amused hum. “You look uncomfortable, Ms. Lawson. I am afraid that it is an unavoidable side-effect of the treatment.” Xen paused and leaned forward, and, clinically, rolled Miranda's left nipple between her fingers.
Miranda inhaled sharply and felt her cock twitch against her leg at the pressure. Reflexively, she looked down at herself, and stared. Her breasts were flushed and rosy, the start of a sweat prickling at her sternum. They were perhaps a bit fuller than they had been previously, and her nipples, which had formerly been modest and unremarkable, were now plump and obvious, projecting proudly out from her breasts.
“A promising beginning,” remarked Xen. “However, stimulation will be necessary to get the full benefits.” With that, she took Miranda's right nipple in hand as well, and began to stroke and roll it in tandem with the other one. Miranda could not suppress a shiver as the heat in her breasts seemed to intensify. Xen teased her expertly, alternately pulling and caressing at her enlarged nipples, and she let out a moan despite herself.
With a final hard pinch, Xen withdrew, leaving Miranda gasping in the chair. “Truly, you are insatiable, Ms. Lawson. Perhaps you require more aggressive stimulation.”
Miranda watched in dread as she retrieved a large box from one of the lab's cabinets. Xen set it down at the chair's side and withdrew a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous portion onto her fingers before reaching out again to Miranda's breasts. Miranda shivered as Xen coated her sensitive nipples in the cold gel, slathering them thickly. Xen bent again, this time withdrawing a pair of cylinders, each perhaps three inches in length and attached to a hose leading back to the box. Miranda yelped as Xen slid the first over her left nipple - the cylinder sucked at her, engulfing her swollen nipple. The other went on as well, and Xen bent and she heard the click of a switch.
Abruptly, the suction of both cylinders increased, and they began to pump her, her breasts quivering with the machine's rhythm. She felt her cheeks burn as her cock hardened at the suction. The tight, full feeling in her breasts intensified, and, with a thrill of apprehension, she felt the weight on her chest increase.
Xen coolly reached down and hefted her left breast, feeling its weight. Miranda choked down a whimper as she squeezed slightly.
“It appears it may be several hours before your progress is satisfactory, Ms. Lawson. How very disappointing. I had hoped to introduce you to an acquaintance today.”
Xen paced slowly to the front of the chair, watching her all the while. Miranda felt herself burn at the sight she must be, panting and gasping, breasts shaking as the machine pumped her, cock flushed and hard between her legs.
Xen contemplated her impassively for a minute before producing a dissatisfied sigh. “I suppose there is no help for it. As you are indisposed, she will have to come here.”
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