Dessert

“I’m back, Baby! I got something fun on the way home with dinner!” He heard Sherrie shout as the front door slammed shut. He was in his home office, and had taken the time while she’d been gone to get ahead on a report Ms.Moretti had asked him to take a look at.

Saving his progress so he could step away from the computer he asked: “Did you pick up dessert?”

“You could say that.” Sherrie said teasingly. “Just come and see.”

“I’ll be right there. He finished saving and refiled the report. Shutting down his computer, he went back into the living room. Sherrie was there with their quesadillas. But she wasn’t alone.

Mia Santiago was with her. In many ways she was different from his girlfriend. Sherrie was tall and toned, with green eyes and a fiery mane that danced on her fair skin. Mia, on the other hand, was a fairly short latina. She had soft brown eyes like caramel and black hair that she liked to keep in a ponytail. As far as being toned or not, he’d never seen enough to know. She was wearing what she normally did when working, a pair of dark khaki slacks with the black restaurant shirt her father had designed. Did she get extensions? He noticed that her hair was a couple inches longer than it’d been when he saw her last week. She was looking all around, which made sense. This was her first time in his apartment after all.

“Sherrie? What is she doing here?”

His girlfriend looked at him, then Mia, then with pride she turned back to him. “You’d talked about how cute she was, so I thought I’d bring her over for you.”

The waitress was looking around less as she settled in the room, now not quite focusing on anything at all. “Is she high?” He asked.

“No,” Sherrie reassured him. “She’s just in the early stages of the process.”

“The process?”

“Of becoming yours.” His girlfriend said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I gave her a little kiss on the way here to get everything started.”

Mathew still didn’t understand. But that didn’t matter as much right now. He let Sherrie put the food down on the table and he tried to make eye contact with Mia. Her gaze was uneven, but he put one hand on her left shoulder and the other on the side of her head to **** her to look him in the eyes. “Mia?”

She looked at him and moaned, one hand drifting down towards the fly of her pants.

“Sherrie, explain to me exactly what’s happening.” He ordered.

“Just like what happened to me Friday afternoon, she’s going through the conversion. She’s still in the beginning stages, where her mind has stopped resisting but she hasn’t gotten a sense of her place at your side. She’ll let you know when she’s ready, she should start talking more. I don’t know when she’ll start growing in the process, since I had to do this part without you and she gets to have you around for most of it. She’s… she’s going to be so beautiful for you.” Standing next to the table, she had stuck a hand down her new yoga pants they’d bought earlier that day to masturbate in sync with the new woman in his apartment.

Mia’s gasps and moans grew louder while they’d been talking. Matthew turned his attention back to her. Her hair looked fuller, the ponytail another few inches longer. She noticed his gaze on her and bit her lip, moaning again as her shirt tightened. It stopped not long after it started, creating a respectable chest that was still smaller than Sherrie's.

He **** himself to look away. “Why did you do this?”

“Like I said. You’d talked about how much you liked her, so I wanted to give her to you.”

“And did you ask her how she felt about any of this?”

“No? I didn't need to.”

“Sherrie… She’s her own person with her own goals. What if she wouldn’t have said yes to you converting her, or said yes to me, or to any of this?” His voice was growing sharp.

“I know she would’ve. You and the past two days are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. No single woman would ever say no if they understood what they were being offered.”

His growing anger with her for what he’d done waned, stopped in its tracks like a stalled car. She believes everything she’s saying. “Sherrie, go back to your apartment.”

She stopped touching herself. “Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?”

“I… I’m just frustrated, and I don’t want to say something I’ll regret. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to talk again.”

Sherrie looked at her boyfriend and master, then at the woman she had brought him. Still not fully understanding what she’d done wrong, she decided to leave her quesadilla there in case Mia was hungry later and left, the door quietly clicking shut behind her.

Rip. The sound **** his attention back to Mia. She had her eyes closed, not paying attention as her lower half blossomed. Her thighs and hips had become visibly bigger in the time she’d been playing with her sex, rebelling against the confines of the khaki pants she’d worn to work that evening. Her pants had become skin tight where they’d been loose before, and where they’d already been tighter her newly plush thighs were tearing the fabric apart. “Matthew?” She asked as her nostrils flared. “You’re here for me?” Her eyes were still closed, and she appeared to be touching herself faster. She’d undone the button on her pants to have more room for her fingers.

“Yes, I…” He tried to decide what to say, balancing her needs, his conscience, and his growing stiffness. “I’m here to help, Mia, in whatever way you need.”

“Hold on to me.” She asked of him, her voice growing ****.

“Of course.” He hugged her tight, hoping she wouldn’t notice his erection from watching her grow. If they did anything, she deserved not to feel pressured into it.

“Lower, please Mathew.” She drawled through the end of his name, as if wanting to say something else.

He moved his hands down to the small of her back, the last place where she could back out.

“Master, please. I know you want to touch me. I can smell how I’m making you feel, I feel the same way. I need someone’s cum before it's too late, and I want it to be yours. Just touch my ass.”

He dropped his hands down to her butt, and found where the ripping sound from a moment ago had come from. He caressed her ass as she started to hump him, grateful for the attention from her soon-to-be-Master. Each cheek had become too big for him to hold in one hand so he kept moving, feeling every inch of her as she quivered. He shouldn’t have been able to feel this much of her, but her growing ass and hips had torn the seam until the pants only covered the edges of her cheeks. Her wiggling encouraged him to feel more, to work his hands under what was left of her pants from the opening in the back her growth had created.

“How do you want me?” She whispered to him. “You could go in my mouth, my… my groin, my butt if you want it. It was made for you.” She waited, then continued, her words a little more ****. “I need you inside me somehow if I’m going to be yours, Master.” She’d heard Sherrie’s explanation while she’d been changing, and the other woman’s description was guiding her words.

“Can I get a second to think?” He asked, drawing his hands back.

“Of course. Anything for you.” She immediately agreed, though after he separated himself from her she went back to playing with herself. As she worked, he noticed that her caramel brown eyes had gone white and clouded.

“Before I decide, I just want to confirm. There’s no other way for you to keep your mind, no option that lets you keep your independence?”

Mia shook her head. “No, but I don’t need that anymore”

“And you’re comfortable with what this would mean? Being bound to me like Sherrie is? Sherrie implied she didn’t need to choose me specifically when she was going through this, I could help you get a hold of someone else if you wanted.”

“I love you. My mom’s has been telling me I should start looking for someone to settle down with. You’d be perfect. I love you so much, Master.”

He didn’t know how much of what she’d just said were from the original Mia and how much was from whatever Sherrie had infected her with. But it was as close to informed consent as he was going to get. He undid his belt and let Mia see his dick. She forgot the choice she’d offered him as she breathed it in, getting on her knees so she could bring her face as close to it as possible. She looked back up at him with white eyes. “Please, Master. Let me be yours. I need to taste you, find out if it tastes as good as it smells.”

There was no sense in trying to hold himself back any longer. He nodded, then gasped as she latched on, suckling to coax out the cum that would claim her. Even she couldn’t tell how much of her desire to be his was from before or after her meeting with Sherrie. She was aware that some things were old and some things were new, but where the line fell she neither knew or cared to know.

Despite the fact that this was his fourth time cumming today, he hadn’t gotten used to it and built up much of a resistance yet. He was hard as a rock under her eager ministrations, his second girl in two days. She was moaning with him as if enjoying this as much as he was.

“Mia, I'm getting close.” When she heard his warning, she released him, popping his hardness out of her mouth. Turning around, she bent over on the kitchen table and wiggled her ass to offer herself to him the way that she had been made for.

He was caught up in the moment as much as she was, and done second guessing himself. Matthew put a hand on each ass cheek and kneaded as he entered her sex from behind. She kept grinding on him, begging to become his. It might have made him feel guilty even five minutes ago, but he had accepted it. She wants me. I can take care of her, keep her safe. I’ll make sure that she never regrets this. He pumped into her, cumming past the precipice as she begged for his seed. She shivered and came as his nectar went in and bound her.

“Thank you, Master.” She said after she recovered. It was the same phrase that Sherrie had used out in the hallway. Mia seemed content to let his cock sit inside her, still partially erect. He felt that despite having already having came once, he could keep going if he had wanted to. “Thank you for making me yours.” She said again.

Pulling out of her, he turned her around. He saw that her soft brown eyes were back. “Tomorrow I want to figure out more of what’s going on. Tonight, just let your parents know that you’re alright and that you’ll be staying at a friend’s house tonight.” He thought it best not to let the Santiagos see their daughter’s new porn star sized ass right away.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded, eager to comply. “I’ll make sure they’re not worried about me.”

“Mia?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t need to do the whole ‘Master’ thing. I’m still Mathew, the guy that trades you tutoring for tamales.”

She slowly nodded. “Of course.” She looked towards the door for a moment. “The redheaded woman that gave me to you, are you going to bring her back?”

“You’re worried about her?”

She nodded, her voice faltering. Now that she had her mind back, she’d lost some of the clarity she’d been speaking with while in the throes of her infection and conversion. “Sh-sh-she needs you, Mathew. We both do.”

“I know. I just need to slow down. I promise, we’ll figure out what it means for the three of us to be like this together soon.”