Hit or miss, whoa, beside myself with doubt

Holly looked gorgeous. Nick had always seen her as beautiful, in an ephemeral, almost fae-like ethereal cuteness, but under the effects of Mary’s milk her cute charms had turned towards a different kind of beauty.

She was taller now, standing about as tall as Mary, and her curves had similarly filled out. And then gone even further. Holly’s breasts were so big they could possibly rival even Carly’s, and her maid outfit had not grown to accommodate. Instead her large boobs pushed out against the material, straining her top like they were trying to break free. Nick had no idea if they would jump out of the hole for her cleavage first, or just tear the whole thing to shreds!

While her boobs were definitely the most eye-catching transformation Holly had underwent, her whole body had gone through a makeover. Her legs were long and soft and plush, and her thighs had thickened along with her hips in a way that suggested she’d added some extra cushion to her rear as well, not that Nick could see from this angle. And to top it all off, her chocolate ponytail had retreated into her scalp, leading to a neat pixie cut with just the faintest bit of curl at the end.

She looked like she oozed sex from every pore. Her adoring eyes gazed at him as her cheeks flushed, and she shivered with desire in a way that made her meaty curves bounce.

Just as Nick regained his composure, she pounced. The next thing he knew ten strong fingers dug into the sides of his face, and the softest pair of lips he’d ever felt pressed against his. He gasped in surprise but not even a whisper could escape the iron lock Holly had over his mouth. All he’d managed to do was make it even easier for her!

“Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!” Holly kissed him over and over again, jamming her tongue into his mouth like she was trying to devour him from the inside. Nick flailed in frantic surprise as he felt every supple curve of her enhanced body pressing into his, from her meaty breasts to her thick thighs. Whatever else Mary’s milk had done to her body it apparently had also given her quite a boost to her strength, because he found himself helpless to resist as she pinned him down to the bed with heat in her eyes as she moaned into his mouth, her body writhing and squirming against his.

Mary looked at her friend in scandalized excitement, her face just as red. “H-Holly-!” She squeaked out, trembling like a leaf.

She looked frantically to Sylvia, before remembering that the other girl was the absolute LAST person you should go to for something like this. Sylvia’s eyes were glued to the scene in front of her and her lips were pulled back into a stunned smile, and she whispered a delighted “Daddy!” as her face began to heat up.

Yep. No help there.

“…Haaaaah!” Holly finally pulled back for good, giving them both a chance to breathe. Strings of drool snapped between them as she panted, clutching the collar of Nick’s shirt with both hands to prevent any chance of him getting away. Not that he had the strength (or the will) to do so. He was flat on his back and at her total mercy, and the sparkle in her eyes as she sat astride him and bucked her hips against his told him that none would be coming.

“I love you!” Holly moaned, sending the buttons of his shirt flying as she tore it open. She started nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. After taking a deep sniff of his scent, her eyes rolled back into her skull, and she began planting sloppy, searing kisses up and down his collar. All the while her voluptuous figure squirmed as she rubbed against him and practically humped him into the mattress. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIlove-”

Yeah. Holly was completely unchained, and there was no stopping her now. Mary looked upon the damage she had wrought like Oppenheimer in the wake of the atomic bomb.

“What have I done…?” She whispered to herself, shaking her head slowly.

Sylvia patted her on the shoulder and gave her thumbs-up. “Thank you,” the former host whispered, and Mary shoved her away.

While Holly drank her fill of Nick and he struggled to keep from being smothered in a sea of adoring flesh, Mary drifted towards the bed, wondering if maybe she should just call it an early night and leave. Holly had insisted she be a part of this, but right now it seemed like she had changed her mind.

Mary turned towards the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

With a little “Yeep!” Mary stiffened up like a board and her heart stopped in her chest. She could feel the piercing gaze of her best friend boring into the back of her skull, and she slowly turned her trembling head to see Holly sitting upright, perched over Nick like a lioness above her prey, and her flashing eyes were running all across Mary’s body.

Holly licked her lips, clearly liking what she saw.

For the first time, Mary truly understood the feeling of being ogled like a piece of meat. She’d always dressed very conservatively to avoid men looking at her that way, and her short hair and withdraw personality had helped quite a lot.

But right now, it wasn’t men she had to worry about. It was a woman, her best friend, in fact, that was gazing upon her with lust in her eyes, and Mary had a sinking feeling in her chest that what Holly wanted from her would not be purely for Nick’s benefit.

“Come on, Mary,” Holly cooed, batting her eyelashes. It was the first thing she’d said since her transformation that wasn’t fawning adoration for Nick. “You’re not getting cold feet… are you?”

Mary felt like her life was on the line in that moment. Which was a strange feeling, given that no harm could befall her on the island. But it wasn’t physical harm she was concerned with right now.

“Holly-”

“We’re here for master’s pleasure,” the horned-up woman crooned, grinding her hips against Nick’s hard cock. It was all for show as her chastity belt was still firmly locked in place, but even if there was no actual contact it still felt like he was grinding back against her.

“Wait, Holly,” Nick grunted, using what little strength he had to lift his torso up slightly, resting on his elbows. “Aren’t you supposed to be my ideal or something?”

Holly turned and looked down at him, and her tongue darted between her lips again. Nick realized that maybe he shouldn’t have drawn her attention back to him after all…

“…Aren’t I?” She purred. “A gorgeous woman who loves you completely… and so, so much more… mmmm…” She leaned down and took another deep whiff of Nick’s pheromones, and an achy moan burst out of her lips. “Yeeeeesss… and there’s soooo much more you haven’t even begun to see yet…” she continued, her body quaking and bouncing atop him as she nearly came from his scent alone. It was impossible, of course- not even Mary’s milk could nullify the effects of her elimination transformation.

But honestly? If you told Nick she was cumming right now, he wouldn’t have been able to say otherwise. Her jaw hung slack and her tongue flopped out in what was at the very lease near-orgasmic bliss as her glassy eyes stared vacantly off into the distance.

He moved his hips, just barely, trying to reposition himself into a more comfortable position, and that was enough to immediately capture Holly’s attention. Her eyes snapped back into sharpened focus and she gave him a warning look.

Nick immediately froze. Holly was running the show now- that much she had made abundantly clear with that look of hers.

“Sylviaaaaa…” Hot steam escaped Holly’s lips as her raspy breaths filled the air. She turned her flushed face over to the other bed, where Sylvia was making herself right at home.

“Hmm?” The former host looked innocently at the other woman.

“It’s your night with Nick… so I should ask you for permission,” Holly murmured, squirming with anticipation. “You’re okay with this, right? Me doing… whatever I want with him?”

Nick was pretty sure he should get a say in that, too. But somehow he had the feeling that he did not. Well, at least Holly had asked somebody for permission. That showed she was at least partially keeping her rationality.

Maybe.

“Oh, absolutely!” Sylvia chirped, enjoying this far too much to ever dream of stopping it. “Enjoy Daddy however you want! He’s okay with that, right, Daddy?”

Before Nick had a chance to respond, Holly pulled down the front of her maid dress, and her massive boobs bounced out, shaking and wobbling like two massive bowls of jell-o. Nick was immediately paralyzed by the flopping, jiggling whoppers in front of him, and his brain stopped working for second.

By the time things started back up in his brain, Holly had grabbed his head, and shoved his face into her massive cleavage.

“Mmph! Mm!? Hrmmlly!” Nick mumbled out in surprise and confusion. Stuck in the sweaty chasm of Holly’s amazing breasts, he was given a nice, fresh dose of her oozing hormones, and was quickly getting intoxicated by them.

He honestly didn’t even know what to make of it. Whether this was something else she’d gotten from Mary’s milk, or if she was just that hot for him that her sweat was a chemical weapon, well… his brain was way too preoccupied to even begin attempting to figure that out.

“…Master says he’s fine with it,” Holly cheerily interpreted for him.

Maybe she was even telling the truth. At this point, Nick couldn’t really say.

It fell to Mary to be the voice of reason, then.

“Holly!” She chastised her friend, finally getting over her initial fears. “You… um… y-you…”

“Oh?” Now that Holly had Nick sufficiently cowed, she turned her attention back to Mary.

Mary baulked. Slightly. Just slightly! Then she remembered that she’d stood up to Dakota today already!

Compared to her, a horny girl with a collar around her neck was no issue at all!

“Nick doesn’t want you to call him ‘master’ remember?” Mary reminded her friend. “We had a long conversation about this, the three of us! So if you think his ideal version of you would call him that-”

“Of course not!” Holly chirped, shaking her head. She tightened her grip on Nick, pulling his face deeper into his cleavage. “That’s not why I’m calling him that.”

“Uh… then… huh?” Mary was dumbfounded.

“What he would want for me… is to not be ashamed of who I am,” Holly murmured, stroking Nick’s sweat-drenched hair as she cuddled him into her bosom. “He’d want me to embrace my sexuality. My lust for him. My love. And for you as well, of course.”

Mary flinched. There it was again. That hungry look. “You mean, um, your love for me, is that right?” She asked hesitantly.

Holly blinked. “…Right, of course,” she purred, fluttering her eyelashes. “Love. That’s all. Why would it be anything else…?”

Mary wasn’t so sure she believed her. But she didn’t really have a choice.

Clearing her throat she hesitantly approached her friend, trying to seem casual about the whole thing, even though she was pretty sure her milk had just made Holly bisexual, if she hadn’t always been. “I’m pretty sure Nick doesn’t want you to smother him,” she said worriedly.

“Oh, he can breathe,” Holly dismissed her friend’s concerns and rocked on top of Nick again. “In fact, I want him to breathe. A nice, deep breath… haaaaah… he’s breathing in my scent… he’s drowning in me… and I’m drowning in him… both of us, together… aaagh, it’s soooo erotic… I could just cum, if only I was allowed!”

Nick didn’t have to worry about any magically-enhanced pheromones or the like. As hot as Holly might have found that, she knew that Nick’s ideal version of her wouldn’t want to alter his mental state through supernatural means.

No, of course not. But she knew instinctively just what he WOULD want from her. Or at least, what she would make him want from her. Just as she relished the scent of Nick and often dreamt of falling asleep bundled up in a blanket drenched in his sweat and semen, so too would she infatuate Nick the same way! She was going to smother him with nothing but her love until he could get hard just by smelling her armpits!

Fuck yeah… that sounded so fucking hot… and right now, he was certainly enjoying himself, judging by how hard his cock was and how much he was moaning into her cleavage. She could feel from his panting breaths against her flesh that he was practically drowning in her!

Yeah. This was so perfect.

But it could be even better than perfect.

Using every last bit of willpower she had, Holly **** herself to let him go. She released him from his steamy, pheromone-covered prison and he fell back onto the mattress, soaking it immediately as he gasped for breath.

“Haah… haa… ha-Holly…” Nick panted, staring up into her wild eyes with bleary ones of his own. “You… are you… did… did you…”

“Having a bit of trouble talking, huh?” Holly tittered, leaning forward with a gleeful look in her eyes. She poked him tenderly on the nose. “Just the way I want you.”

“Huh?!” Nick wasn’t sure what she meant by that.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Holly squirmed atop him, cradling her burning face with her hands as drool rolled down her chin. “Your ideal ‘me’! I should have realized it sooner! All this time, I’ve been looking down on myself, thinking I deserved less, but all the sweet things you’ve done for me, all the kind things you’ve said… I realized how much you love me, master, and it only makes me love you more! And that’s why I need to show you… I can be everything you need!”

“Ev-everything?” Nick swallowed. He was getting some very strange vibes from Holly right now- strange, and familiar.

Like Dakota.

“Hehehehe…” Holly laughed blissfully to herself, humping every could of seconds and sending her breasts bouncing.

Mary swallowed nervously and looked over at Nick.

“You love me… and your ideal woman, of course, that would be someone with huge breasts, a sexy body like mine is now… and someone who doesn’t shy away from how she feels. Honest and direct, completely the opposite of how I used to be!”

All those things definitely described the Holly he saw in front of him. But he had a sinking feeling that there was more to it than that.

A lot more.

“You want a tomboy who can pin you down and just take what she wants!” Holly rambled with excitement. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t! I know more about you than anyone! I know how hot you found it when Mary cut loose on her wedding day, I was right there, after all! I’m closer to you both than anyone! And that’s why… that’s why…”

She swallowed her anticipation and turned towards Mary, and the redhead stumbled backwards, momentarily overwhelmed by the desire burning in her best friend’s eyes.

“…That’s why I need her here, too! Don’t you see?! It’s gotta be the three of us. You, me, and her! Together, the three of us will reach an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, Nick!”

Holly wanted that so badly for him. She wanted to give him all the wonderful, amazing things that a guy like him deserved.

She really was so much like Dakota…

Nick wasn’t so sure how he felt about the things she was saying. Well, he knew they turned him on, but there was more to it than that. “Holly, if you’re afraid that you’re not enough for me…”

Holly rolled her eyes. “No, that’s NOT what this is about!” She groaned. “I know I’m perfect for you right now! But you know what’s better than perfect?”

She extended a finger and beckoned towards Mary.

Mary approached her in a daze, like she’d been hypnotized by her friend’s enchanting gaze.

“…The both of us,” Holly crooned, draping her arm around Mary’s neck and pulling her in close, rubbing her cheek against her best friend and splattering her drool across Mary’s freckled face.

Mary blushed and pulled away.

“Th-that-!”

“I can’t cum without your help, Mary,” Holly reminded her. The look on her face morphed into a pleading expression as she gazed into her best friend’s eyes. “I know that right now, it’s a little much… I’m still ‘me’ in here, it’s just like… I’m ‘me’ with the brakes cut, I guess.”

Nick couldn’t imagine a more apt metaphor. Not that he was pleased by it.

“And you know that Nick wants us both,” Holly added, reaching down and groping Mary’s chest, which was still quite large even after Holly’s little suckling session. As if to prove her point, a bead of milk formed on her exposed nipple, and a moan escaped Mary’s throat.

“Th-that…!” Mary squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as she felt herself slickening down below. Unlike Holly, there was no chastity belt to get in the way.

Holly smirked. She could see the effect her words were having on the other girl. Her words, her hands, her above all, her delicious pheromones that were flooding the room, filling the Master’s Suite with the promise of sensual debauchery.

Even for people as strong-willed as Nick and Mary, it was nearly impossible to resist this much temptation.

“Just think of this as the most wonderful thing in the world, to share between the three of us,” Holly moaned, teasing them both with the promise of doing this again in the future. Her fingers traced along her skirt as she looked down at Nick, pleading with him to free her from the very last thing that bound her, her chastity belt.

Nick swallowed. He really wanted to be with her, and he knew Mary wanted to join them. They were both a little overwhelmed by Holly’s overt sexuality, but that was something they could all move past, if they calmed down.

Not that Holly was letting them calm down.

“Oh, and you should know,” Holly added with a lick of her lips, hearts flashing in her eyes as she gazed down at him…

“…I’m really, really fertile right now. Like, my womb is a hot, steamy swamp just teaming with eggs…” She grinded her hips against his and moaned. “Oh… just waiting for a strong, virile man like you to fill me so full with babies that I poppppp!”

Mary gulped back her own moan, her eyes bulging with excitement at the tantalizing prospect Holly offered up.

Nick groaned, his cock throbbing with desire at the promise in her words as well, even though he should definitely know better.

They both should know better. But Holly right now was really, really good at convincing them not to know better.