(Escape) Yep. And their lives will be changed forever

Sydney Sweeney was lying back in a poolside lounge chair at her home in Los Angeles. As the radiance of the sun beamed onto her tanned skin, a pair of breast pumps sucked away at her eager nipples. Milk was steadily coaxed from the star's bountiful chest, sucked through the off-white nozzles and deposited into hefty cylinders below.

The girl looked back on the past few weeks of her life. It certainly was an odd story, but one that the tabloids ate up like candy. Now was one of the moments of peace she'd had ever since she and Natalie escaped the hucow compound.

Their story was all over the news. Two celebrities with bright futures ahead, both kidnapped, ****, and experimented on, made a daring breakout from a malicious shadow company and exposed their captors for their crimes. That was little over a month ago. Within days, the facility was discovered and many other young girls were set free, though many suffered severe physical and mental changes, and a number of others were suspected to still be missing. Nevertheless, Sydney and Natalie were heralded as heroes and survivors as their publicity skyrocketed.

To most people's dismay, Sydney refused numerous offers by medical clinics to try and restore her original body. Despite the less than ideal way she obtained it, Sydney came to enjoy her curvaceous figure. Her body sensitivity was far higher than it'd been before, and her tits had become erogenous zones in their own right. If she was just full enough and played with them just right, Sydney could make herself cum merely from rubbing her boobs.

But Sydney wasn't the only one to refuse any treatment. Natalie Alyn Lind was incredibly vocal about accepting her amazonian physique, sometimes even alluding to the joys of her not-so-small friend down south. Some were repulsed by what she'd become, while others championed her for her body-positive outlook. Not that any of their opinions mattered to her; Natalie was perfectly content with who she was.

As the milk continued to leak from Sydney's swollen udders, the sound of plastic humming against tempered glass caught her attention. Lifting her sunglasses, she reached over to the table by her chair and brought her phone at eye level.

Sydney's lock screen was decorated by an image of the very tall, very well endowed Natalie, posing in a custom-made bikini that did nothing to hide the prodigious bulge at her crotch. The arousing still was only partially obstructed by the notification of a new text message, one sent by none other than Natalie herself.

The text read: "How's my favorite girl mooing? Thought i'd stop by 4 sum fun in the sun. Sound gud?"

Sydney wasted no time whipping up a response.

"Sounds great. Can't wait 2 c u." she typed, followed by a winkey-face emoji.

Natalie's next message relayed excitement, followed by the emojis of an eggplant and an exploding volcano.

The only thing the girls enjoyed more than playing with their mutated bodies was fooling around together.

Hey, so this is one of two branches I've been thinking about for Natalie's (now partially shared with Sydney's) story. If you're interested in following more of Natalie and Sydney out in the world with their hucow-selves, let me know in the comments. I'm thinking of building their relationship and maybe making the girls want to inflict more changes onto themselves, but I haven't fully decided yet. And if this isn't your cup of tea and you want more stuff with the girls at the facility, fret not! I'm working on a sister branch where the escape fails and the two remain captive! So be sure to check that out too! Thanks for reading, liking, saving, and favoriting.

-The GhostWriter.