Mountains

You felt like you were in a fantasy quest. After finding the outfits Alyson had picked out for you, you gathered supplies, filled some packs and made for the mountains to the north.

The outfits were naturally outrageously slutty. Not to mention a new, even smaller, pink chastity cage which Katie wasted no time in locking onto you. She even, non ironically, stopped, looked you dead in the eye, and swallowed the key. Had your balls had any cum left you'd have christened it right there.

Fortunately Alyson had two fur overcoats that hung to the ankles that would help keep you under the radar, but beneath them both of your feminine forms were bulging against soft, colorful fabrics that barely covered your skin. Both magically enchanted to shrink and change when passing anything with a cock.

"We're going to need to find some potions soon." Said Katie, "In the next day or so all will have worn off, so for the first time in years we'll both have fully normally functioning bodies. I can craft some very basic healing potions from herbs and wildflowers, but with that alone a finger is going to feel like a 9inch cock, so we'll have to be extra careful who we bump into out there."

A good word of warning, and a final one as you left the town behind for a life on the cobblestone road.

You traveled for days. Cuddling together in small, tarp shelters through the cold nights and roaming free in the fields in the day. When it was hot, and there was not another soul for miles, you'd both tie your overcoats to your packs and let your skimpy outfits and bodies be exposed to the open world. You absolutely loved these moments. Following Katie through beautiful places, watching her cute round ass all the way as it stuck out under her pack. Her smile and giggle as she danced in the flowers as the sun set, her perfect body glowing in the orange light. She'd often strip naked and dance, in the morning sun, in the water as you bathed or even by the fire if the night was warm enough. You could have lived like this forever. Her perfect form bore into your mind, the way the firelight danced across her curves, her dewdrop hips and perfect, supple tits warmed with orange light and shaped by shadows, showing off all their different angles as she danced, smiling and giggling at you as you dribbled precum and stared with your mouth hanging.

Sometimes she'd get turned on, your adoration making her feel sexy and powerful. And you were on the road for weeks, a girl has needs... She'd sit on the other side of the campfire from you, spread her legs and begin to touch herself. Your eyes locked as you watched each other. She'd tease and toy with herself as you sat helplessly, unable to touch yourself as she moaned and slowly brought herself to orgasm in the light of the fire. Her tits out and perky in the night air as she panted and rubbed until finally moaning loudly and cumming as you watched, ecstasy overflowing, and sometimes, if you were really lucky, it was pleasure enough to push you over into a hands free sissygasm which poured gently out of you onto the camp floor. Life was incredible.

"Well, isn't this just adorable."