Janet had an entire night to recharge. What do you think?

Angie woke up feeling strange. His body felt heavy... and soft... strange parts shifting and rubbing against each other as he moved, sending tingles of pleasure through him, making his cock and nipples grow hard inexorably. And the feeling of Angie's tiny little boyclit brought back the memories of yesterday, of Janet utterly dominating him, of making him her little bitch, of growing to ridiculously oversexed proportions - and of spending much of his money on stuff Janet would be able to use to torment him further.

The thought made his face burn hotly, and with a squeak, Angie pulled his covers over his head, hiding from no one in particular.

It took him a while to calm down enough to jiggle his way out of bed, to the dryer and into his maid dress, now clean and ready to be soiled again. When Angie entered the kitchen, once again spotless thanks to his nightly endeavors, he found his cousin sitting there with a cup of coffee in her hands, dressed in a shirt and shorts. Shorts that, as Angie saw when she swiveled her stool around to look at him, had their fly wide open, twin cocks rising up and out like two throbbing pillars. The sight made the femboy stop in his tracks, drool collecting in his mouth as he stood transfixed, staring at the swollen heads.

"I knew you'd like that, cockslut," Janet smirked, flexing her abdominal muscles to make her cocks twitch, Angie's head bobbing along with them. "God, you're so pathetic, and I love you for it. You're my pathetic little cockslut, and you always will be. Now, eat some breakfast. Get your strength up for the day."

But as Angie stumbled forwards, almost dropping to his knees to slurp the creamy, salty goodness straight from the source, Janet held out a hand.

"Ah-bupbupbup! No, cockslut, eat something proper. Toast, or cereal, or whatever. And..." Janet's grin turned almost nasty as Angie stammered weak protests. "Let the anticipation build."

"Bu-buh... But--"

"No buts, Angie." Reaching forwards, Janet grabbed and hefted one of Angie's enormous funbags, making the femboy squeak. "Those huge fucking cowtits of yours need calories, or else they're gonna shrink. And we don't want that."

Face burning, Angie nodded meekly, biting his lower lip as Janet rubbed the fat nipple of the tit she was still grabbing using her thumb, and the femboy went cross-eyed involuntarily at the pleasure running through his body. Mind turning pink and mushy and happy, Angie felt his lips curl into a smile, cock already hard and leaking into his petticoats.

"Now that's an expression I like to see!", crowed Janet, somewhat breaking through the lust gripping her pet. "And I'm gonna make you look like that again soon enough. But now, eat something, cockslut!"

"Guh..." Words still not coming to him all that easily, the curvy femboy jiggled his way over to various cupboards, drawers and finally the fridge, getting a big bowl of cereal ready before sitting down across from Janet.

"Nice. Good little cockslut." Grinning, Janet got up and leaned against the counter, obviously to make sure that her twin cocks kept drawing Angie's attention as he shoveled cereal into his mouth mechanically. "You know, that milk gets me thinking... If I fuck you so hard that I get your boypussy pregnant, are your cowtits gonna turn into proper udders?"

"Hmugh?" His mouth full, Angie couldn't reply in any coherent way.

"I'm asking what I gotta do so I can drink milk from your stupidly huge titties, Angie!" Rolling her eyes, Janet took a sip of her coffee before staring at the deep cleavage her cockslut displayed, breastflesh bulging from his maid dress. "I mean, I grew a double helping of dicks, you got these huge bazongas and lost most of your dick, there's gotta be some way to make your udders work properly, hey?"

Angie's chewing slowed as his mind began to spin up a fantasy where his tits were even bigger, swollen and heavy with milk, almost constantly leaking and requiring Janet to milk him, to suckle from his dripping teats, or else his tits would get so big as to make merely walking a challenge, to be helpless and at his cousin's mercy... and with his face burning fiercely, Angie felt a spurt of pre or even cum ooze from his aching dicklet, a squeaking mewl rising from his throat.

"Seems you like that, huh." Janet had a weird expression on her face - glee- as well as lustful, with just a hint of her usual teasing. Pre began to ooze from both her urethras as she continued speaking. "Just imagine, cockslut - tits so full and heavy they slosh with milk. Pulling down at your front so you can barely stand up straight. And the things I could do to you... Put some shackles onto you so you can't milk yourself... Let the cream build up and up and up until it almost hurts before I finally take you from behind and squeeze your udders dry..."

Panting, Angie kept eating as Janet described what new options him beginning to produce milk would open up - and his enormous hips bucked on his chair, gargantuan tits heaving as three erect points of pleasure throbbed on his body, nipples nearly bigger than his tiny little cock, which in turn was oozing sticky fluids nearly constantly...

"Okay, that's it. Eat up, cockslut, we're going out. Gotta be some way out in this town to make you into a proper milk bitch!"

Angie swallowed hard, the last bit of cereal forgotten on his spoon.