Outing

Six months had passed since Luke’s last visit.

Life with Dorothy had settled into a strangely comfortable routine. You were her devoted, naked wife at home — allowed to walk upright most of the time, sitting beside her like a proper spouse during meals, though you still ate every bite of food mixed with her fresh cum and drank only her warm piss from a crystal glass she personally held to your lips.

Your DDD breasts were now a permanent, sensitive part of your body. They only leaked milk when Dorothy sucked or squeezed them, which she did multiple times a day because she loved drinking from her wife.

Your long bubblegum-pink hair reached the small of your back and was one of Dorothy’s favorite things to grab during sex.

One quiet evening, Dorothy came home from a long meeting looking tired but satisfied. She found you in the kitchen, completely naked, preparing her dinner.

She walked up behind you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and cupped your heavy breasts, gently squeezing until warm milk flowed over her fingers.

“Mmm… my perfect wife,” she murmured, drinking from her fingers. “I have a new idea for us.”

She turned you around and kissed you deeply, playing with the little bell on your tongue.

“I want to take you out in public more often. Not just as my collared pet… but as my elegant, beautiful wife. With a twist, of course.”

The next weekend, Dorothy dressed you for your first real public outing as Mrs. Slutcunt Voss.

She chose a elegant but revealing white dress that showed a generous amount of cleavage, clearly displaying your large breasts and the faint wet spots where your nipples had leaked. Your pink gold collar was visible, as were the heart charms on your cage whenever you moved.

She put you in heels and styled your long pink hair beautifully.

Before leaving, she looked at you with dark affection.

“Today, you will walk beside me like my wife. But remember — you still belong to me completely.”

You spent the day at a high-end outdoor café and shopping district.

People stared. Some whispered. A few recognized Dorothy and gave you curious, shocked glances. Dorothy held your hand the entire time, proudly showing off her transformed, lactating wife.

At the café, she made you sit beside her. She fed you small bites of cake mixed with her cum (she had brought a small container) and let you drink her piss from a discreet opaque bottle while she drank champagne.

Later, in a private changing room of a luxury boutique, she bent you over and fucked you quickly, filling you with another load before you continued shopping.

That night, back at home, Dorothy pulled you into bed and drank deeply from your breasts while slowly making love to you.

“You were so good today,” she whispered between swallows of your milk. “My elegant pink-haired wife… walking beside me in public while everyone stares at your big tits and collar.”

She thrust deeper, making you moan.

“I think we’ll do this more often. Show the world what a perfect, obedient wife I have.”

She kissed you, tasting your own milk on your tongue.

“I love you, Slutcunt Voss.”

A new phase of your married life had begun.