On second thought, being an e-girl wasn’t too bad

“Mistress, please, stop. I’ll be your good little e-girl again, you don’t have to do whatever you’re doing!” you pleaded. “I’m afraid it’s much too late for that, Lana. I’m sure you’ll learn to love the new you, in time.” You were keenly aware of your now gigantic bust pushing against your top as fat poured into your chest, your ass and thick thighs pressing against your legs as they squished together.

Your pussy grew wet as pulses of arousal started making their way through your body, prompted by your inhuman sensitivity. Frustrated by her rejection as well as your helplessness to resist combined with your new, uncomfortably high libido, you lashed out again. “Fuck you! You can’t do this to meoooooo!”

You clapped your hands to your mouth in shock and stared wide-eyed at Joanna, who was smirking. You had just let out a low, sexually charged moan like nothing you had never heard in your life, not even in porn, and you had watched a lot of porn. In that same moment, you felt a strange wetness near your nipples. Confused, you lowered your hands from your mouth to clutch your growing tits, your nipples puffing up and hardening at your touch.

The heartbeat throbs of arousal grew stronger and faster, picking up pace. As you held your firm breasts you were suddenly much more aware of how full they felt, and not just with fat. Your chest gurgled again slightly, and you could feel a slight sloshing as you shifted around. You released your grip and your hands came away wet, a thin film of white liquid clinging to them. It pooled into the recesses of your palms, trickling down your fingers and dripping to the floor.

Was that—? “M-milk?” you muttered in shock. “What? I…mmmmmmmm…I don’t…“ You trailed off as the pleasure mounted, your damp sex aching. “No, you can’t, nooooooooooo” You moaned again, frantically pressing your dainty hands against breasts that dwarfed them in size in a futile effort to stop their progress, the stimulation only serving to arouse you more.

As you tried to press the mountain of flesh back into itself, it only pushed out the side of your bikini. It was frankly a wonder that it still held together under the mounting pressure. “I think you’ll find that I can.” Joanna reached out and cupped your chin.