Escaping Sensations

The Morning after the First Competition.

“H-hey Kaylee? Dan invited us to lunch.” Gabriella hesitantly called out from the other side of her roommate's door. “Do you want to go or…?”

The sound of drawers sliding open and then slamming shut was the only answer the young Latina received. It hadn’t been long since the two returned to their suite after the morning competition, and since then, Kaylee had sequestered herself in her room.

‘What do I do…?’ Gabby whined internally. She was awful at dealing with situations like this. Yet, as terrible as she felt after surely disappointing her roommate with her dismal performance in the competition earlier, she couldn’t just leave Kaylee like this without at least trying to talk to her. The woman never willingly left her side until she herself was saddled with the ridiculous transformation that was likely causing her erratic state. Mustering up courage, the young woman turned the door handle and opened it just enough to get a decent look into Kaylee’s suite. ‘Woah.’

Immediately, the girl was taken by what looked like a hurricane tore through the room. Her eyes widened as she watched in awe as a mass of stretched-out clothes wadded through the strewn-out garments only to continue donning the thickest of them. Only the top half of the blonde’s head could be made out at this point.

“Kaylee…?” Gabby called out as her concern for her friend finally outweighed her own anxiety. The mass of clothes turned suddenly toward the sound, eliciting a squeak from Gabby.

“Mhhfmm?” A muffled voice questioned from under the various layers of sweaters. Seeing the lack of compression on Gabby’s face, Kaylee then tried and failed to reach for her face with her wrapped-up arms. Finally resorting to shuffling and shaking in place, the professor freed her mouth enough to speak clearly and question her companion between labored breaths. “W-what is it?”

Dazed by the spectacle she just witnessed, Gabby shook her head and answered. “I was, uhm, just wondering if you wanted to join us for lunch? Da-”

“No, thank you!” Kaylee interrupted, seeming more frazzled than before. A moment of awkward silence passed before the older woman broke it. “I’m sorry. I… I need to be alone right now.”

“O-okay. I’ll be going then.” The younger woman then shut the door and scampered off and out of their suite, leaving Kaylee alone once again with her thoughts. Thoughts that she dared not to speak of.

“Gosh darn it… Gosh darn it all!” Kaylee screamed once she knew Gabby was likely far from the room. Despite the dozens of layers she wrapped herself in, the mature woman felt as if her chest was on fire. A very pleasurable fire and one that clouded her mind with elicit thoughts she desperately tried to repress. “I’m not some… hormone-addled teen! I’m Kaylee Audrey Malone, darn it! I’ve been through far, far worse, and never broke. This should be nothing to me!” She paused, then screamed. “They changed my middle name too!? What else will they take from me?!”

The woman flopped onto her bed in frustration. Much to her chagrin, her layers and layers of clothing did little to help. If anything, they only added an extra pressure counterintuitive to her desire. To be free from the sensations her magnificent and sensitive breasts were experiencing now. Reluctantly, she began to script down to a single modest sweater that still provided enough cover. But nothing changed. Never in her life had she felt so… exposed. She was no stranger to sexuality, but for the giant lumps on her chest to essentially become a massive erogenous zone was more than she possibly anticipated. How could she possibly prepare for how incredible the sensation of Da-

‘I need a distraction. Anything!’ She lept from her bed and practically sprinted toward her suite’s kitchenette. Her eyes darted back and forth, taking stock of the supplies and equipment provided to her. “Lunch, right… I can cook! Yes. That’ll do.”

Time flew by as the housewife was efficient as she was skilled while she prepared a veritable mountain of sandwiches using the bread, meats, cheeses, and vegetables the hotel provided. Each sandwich was unique, as the chef scoured her mind for the never-ending list of recipes she somehow knew by heart. It was as if someone downloaded a cookbook right into her brain when she wasn’t looking. How else could she explain how she suddenly knew the exact combination of ingredients that comprised HIS favorite sandwich? The very Italian sandwich that she now stared at hungrily. Kaylee bit her lip as an intrusive idea popped into her head, consisting of a certain someone joining her for lunch and tasting the food she lovingly prepared. Then maybe they could…

“No!” Kaylee slammed her head into a cabinet and teared up from the pain. “I made these for me, no one else! Especially not… him. Ow...”

**** for a new distraction, the dark blonde woman grabbed her favorite sandwich, corned beef on rye, slumped down onto her couch, and flipped on the large TV. Morosely, she nibbled at her sandwich and flipped channels, hoping for something at least somewhat normal. A feat that proved to be near impossible as everything she flipped through was somehow more sexual than the next.

Reluctantly, she finally settled on a broadcast of some sort of cooking competition named “Deepthroat Kitchen,” where the two remaining contestants had to serve a dessert dish to the judge. The catch was that they could spend an allotment of BP on temporary transformations to sabotage their opponent, leaving a humorous situation where one girl was stripped naked and could only serve her food on her body while the other had an oscillating vibrating dildo alternating between every orifice. As eye-roll-inducing as the title was and how raunchy the transformations were, Kaylee was surprised by how entertaining it actually was. It helped that the competitors actually knew how to cook, so it was interesting to see what they whipped up in the circumstances. In the end, she wasn’t surprised to find that the girl who was serving dipped ice cream from between her tits won over the judge with how she had him motorboat her large breasts to taste the dish.

Kaylee’s eyes were glued to the screen as she watched how vigorously the judge played with the competitor’s tits as if they belonged to him, something that brought back a lingering memory to the veteran. A particular heat began pooling in her core as she watched, imagining it was her in the competitor's place.

‘Oh goodness me. I-I shouldn’t watch this.’ Kaylee panted as her hands began to wander. By the time the winning competitor began her customary victory deepthroat, Kaylee had already fled the room. She retreated to her bathroom to cool off with a cold shower, praying she could temper the heat that was beginning to overwhelm her. She undid her braid and lept into the shower, keeping the temperature low but not freezing.

Unfortunately for the well-endowed woman, the shower did far too little. As the water poured down onto her naked body, Kaylee was acutely aware of the changes her body had undergone for the first time since the competition began. Her hands roamed the enticing body that was hers now. At a point in her life, she had surely dreamed of bedding a woman with the insane proportions she now had. But now she was that woman, a walking wet dream. Even her ex-wife couldn’t hope to compare to the woman she now was. The sudden feeling of her fingers reaching an unfamiliar nub on her body caused her to break from her trance.

She rushed out of the shower and barely dried off before throwing back on a thick sweater. Nothing was working. The truth was evident no matter what she did or how she tried to distract herself. She was horny. Something she hadn’t felt in years. It was addicting.

In a daze, the woman fell onto her bed; meanwhile, her fingers refused to give up on that sensation. They desperately continued their exploration of the part of her body she didn’t have as a man. Her breath hitched as they found it, her core. Those damn fingers began flicking and circling the small numb before pressing into her folds and thrusting an electrifying sensation up her spine.

There was no stopping the moans now as her fingers plunged in, embracing the unfamiliar heat and wetness. Her hand began moving faster and faster, a **** rhythm forming from her needy fingers pumping in and out.

Something was missing, though. Her mind raced, begging for a solution for the absence she still felt. As her fingers became more vigorous, she finally noticed how the movement affected her own breasts, still wrapped in the tight confounds of the sweater she wore. A memory from earlier that morning played back in her mind, from when a certain someone touched her in that new and wondrous way. An epiphany struck her. ‘Of course!’

Without missing a beat, Kaylee rolled up her sweater and began mauling her breasts with her free hand. Her head thrashed from side to side from the explosion of pleasure she had added to the mix. When they said that her breasts were now an erogenous zone, it was not an exaggeration. Her entire body was now flushed with desire as each hand handled a different part of her body with **** diligence.

The memory continued playing as she recounted every sensation from that moment. When her Master pressed his handsome face into her chest, his stubble triggered a million neurons leading right to her core. It had been literal years since someone touched her so intimately. She missed it. She wanted it again. She needed it again. That addictive sensation. That…Love.

That one word was enough to make her lose her last measure of control.

Her back arched as pleasure rushed through her veins and pulsed throughout her body. She wailed as liquid heat rushed out and made her tremble. Her toes curled in response as she lost control of her motor functions.

Kaylee: +1 Masturbation

Her body spasmed as her vision slowly blurred to a point before things began to grow dark. Her mind lingered longer on the man who started this chain reaction. She was afraid, afraid of what this changed within her. At that moment, she mumbled a promise to herself before passing out.

“I have to escape.”

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Kaylee’s suite, enveloping the woman in its warm glow. She stirred awake, and her face immediately turned red as the previous night's memories flooded her mind.

“I can’t believe I lost myself like that…” Kaylee mumbled as she sat up and hung her head in shame. Her bed was still damp from the exertions, and a specific odor was present. However, the intoxicating feeling from the day prior was gone. She sighed in relief. “At least I won’t be horny 24/7 by just existing…”

With another sigh, Kaylee swung her bare legs over the side of the bed and looked out her suite's veranda. Her eyes widened as she saw something that piqued her interest. A bridge. A bridge that seeming led to a larger landmass off in the distance. Kaylee grinned. She had a goal. Now, she just needed a plan.

The dark blonde went through her daily motions, some augmented by the instincts instilled in her from when she initially became a woman. She was pleased to find her shower was perfectly normal this time, not a hint of the sensations she begged for escape from the day prior. With practiced ease, Kaylee braided her hair back into a manageable form and turned toward her clothing drawers, still a mess from yesterday's incident. She squeezed on a pair of jeans that struggled around her wide hips and donned a much smaller hoodie that she anticipated would serve the purpose she wanted from it.

Venturing into the shared space of the suite, Kaylee looked toward her kitchenette and noted the mountain of sandwiches was nowhere to be found. Curiously, she opened the fridge and saw it was restocked entirely with new ingredients. Shrugging off the disappearance, Kaylee figured she might as well whip up a breakfast for herself. As she prepared a few eggs, she looked at the clock. It was just before 8 am. Surely, her roommate wouldn’t be awake already, but she didn’t quite know her roommate’s schedule. Just in case, Kaylee set out a small breakfast for her with some re-heating instructions before eating her own meal and leaving the suite behind.

The hotel was surprisingly quiet, which unnerved the veteran. Choosing to put up the hood of her hoodie, Kaylee fled the Hotel premises and began wandering the island's streets. Kaylee recognized the need for a thorough reconnaissance mission before attempting bold moves. Stealth and preparedness would be key to her success. Unfortunately, she had no tools for the job, meaning this reconnaissance mission doubled as a shopping excursion.

Unlike the hotel’s quiet setting, the island's morning hustle and bustle greeted her as she stepped onto the vibrant streets. Kaylee navigated through the colorful marketplaces and meandering alleyways, blending in with the locals who offered no second glance as she deftly moved about.

Her current plan was simple. Scope out the bridge and gather the necessary tools and equipment. Unfortunately, she knew far too little of the island to know where she would even procure such things, and she didn’t want to risk asking the locale in case the word would get back to her captor. For now, she would have to do with surveying the bridge and hoping to find a suitable store while she did so.

After a lengthy walk, the bridge was finally in sight. As Kaylee approached the area, she noted the security cameras strategically positioned along the main road leading to the bridge and a security booth preventing free access to the island. She clicked her tongue, surprised that such a dubious island would care about security to such great lengths. She wasn’t sure if Vanessa actually owned the island or was just an agent of something greater, but she had to admit the surveillance network was thorough. Kaylee grinned. Moving with stealth and avoiding the watchful electronic eyes were two of her specialties.

Kaylee settled in, finding a concealed spot at a café with a clear view of the bridge observing whatever patterns she could find. She meticulously noted the guard rotations, vehicle traffic, and any signs of heightened security. A plan began to form in her mind as she studied the potential vulnerabilities of the bridge and its surroundings.

Hours passed as Kaylee patiently observed, capturing images with her phone's camera for later. She made mental notes of blind spots, potential hiding places, and patterns in the guard's behavior. Once a formidable obstacle, the bridge now seemed like a chessboard awaiting her strategic moves.

Satisfied with the reconnaissance, Kaylee retraced her steps, blending back into the lively atmosphere of the island. She smiled as a plan formulated in her head. She just needed to find a few things to buy. Her eyes surveyed the busy marketplace she was passing by, noting the several stores that may have something of interest. Her smile faded, however, when a group of people she recognized entered her vision. Dan Whitaker, his girlfriends, and his sister were seemingly looking for a place to eat. She frowned when she noted that Gabriella wasn’t among them. Unfortunately, she couldn’t afford to stop and ask since she couldn’t let herself be found, and they were heading in her direction.

In a panic, Kaylee dipped into the first store she could find and moved deeper in. She breathed out in relief as she watched the group pass right by the store without a second thought. As she collected herself, she looked around the store and blinked as she saw various wares you’d find at a typical camping store.

While she looked around, a young male clerk approached her to greet her. “Hello, Ma’am, welcome to Tactical Outfitters! How may we help you today?”

Kaylee couldn’t believe it. What were the odds she would stumble right into the perfect store? Chuckling, Kaylee turned to the clerk and replied. “Good afternoon. I was simply browsing. I was looking into camping, and your store seems to have exactly what I’m looking for.”

“Wonderful!” The clerk smiled and clapped. “If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.”

Kaylee nodded and returned to browse the store's wares. She was excited at the prospect of picking up a few things and began looking at a series of flashlights that could be useful. As she inspected them, however, her excitement quickly turned to disappointment as reality came crashing down. She lifted the flashlight and sighed, turning it around to see a rather familiar orifice staring back at her. ‘Of course, it would be a flashlight fleshlight.’

“Oh? Interest in the FF Light?” The clerk chirped from behind the counter. “Nifty, huh? Powered by semen, it can produce any light on the visible spectrum! It can even resonate with women so that you can experience getting recharged! A win-win for everyone involved!”

“Of course.” Kaylee deadpanned. With a sigh, she looked around and quickly realized everything just about had some sort of sexual connotation with it. ‘I doubt I’ll find another store with these sorts of things on it, though… It is what it is.’

Resolved with the fact that she’d just have to bear with it, Kaylee continued shopping. She ended up finding several items that she figured would be quite useful despite their glaring issues. Other than the flashlight she regrettably picked up, she grabbed things like a paracord rope with a preset on standard shibari techniques and a pair of binoculars that could see kilometers away but always showed people in the nude. Cringing at her shopping cart filled with dubious items, Kaylee approached the counter, where a particular camouflage outfit caught her eye.

Seeing her obvious interest, the store clerk put on his salesman tone, which grabbed her attention. “Interested in the Camo Suit, huh? Amazing outfit that helps the wearer blend into their surroundings by changing shape and color.”

Kaylee knew it couldn’t be that convenient. “What’s the catch?”

The clerk tilted his head. “No catch! Just that while wearing it, both mundane people and cameras won’t be able to detect you. You’ll be practically invisible! Would you like to try it on first? I’m sure you’ll love it!”

Kaylee weighed the pros and cons by tapping her manicured fingers on the counter. Eventually, her curiosity won over. “Fine, I’ll try it on, but if it does anything funny…”

The clerk fought back a chuckle. “No worries, Ma’am!”

The clerk grabbed the outfit and led Kaylee toward the changing rooms, where she stripped down and tried on the supposed magical camouflage. Once she had the jacket and pants on, she felt them shift and adjust to fit her perfectly.

Surprised that it didn’t do anything lewd, Kaylee grinned. “I’ll take it.”

Slipping back into her normal clothes, Kaylee paid the 2400BP cost for everything and headed back to the hotel, a skip in her step all the while.

When she returned, she found Gabriella curled up on the couch watching TV. Gabby’s eyes shone when she saw her motherly companion. “Kaylee! I tried texting you… Did you enjoy shopping?”

“Oh, did you? I’m sorry I must have missed them, Dear.” Kaylee winced, knowing she had purposely ignored the texts she had received while on her reconnaissance mission. “Yes, I got a few interesting things. Rather frustrating how lewd everything is here.”

Gabby giggled. “No kidding, all of the employees of the sandwich place we went to yesterday were naked except for aprons. Wish you could have come…”

Kaylee’s face softened as she crossed the distance between them and wrapped Gabriella in a hug, ignoring how nice it felt to have someone in her bosom again. “I’m sorry dear… Next time, okay?"

Being in Kaylee’s Cushions of Bliss assuaged Gabby’s worries, and the two sat in blissful silence. Eventually, the two parted and spent time watching the lewd show Gabby was watching, some fantasy show with a male hero and his harem of girls in bikini clothes and armor. Gabby tried defending it but talking about the rich world-building and lore but was quickly undercut by the gratuitous sex scenes where the hero would fuck his enemies into lovers, thus growing his harem. They shared an uncomfortable laugh and enjoyed each other's presence for longer. Lewd television shows aside, the time spent with Gabby reminded Kaylee of the time she spent with her daughter watching whatever romance shows she was into. The thought further resolved her to find a way out of there, not just for her but for Gabby and everyone else.

At dinner time, the two shared a meal, once again cooked lovingly by Kaylee, who wasn’t surprised that she found herself enjoying cooking in front of someone more than when alone. Then, once cleaned up, Gabriella retired to her room, leaving Kaylee alone.

‘It’s time.’ The veteran put on her game face and gathered her things for the mission. Laying everything on her wide bed, Kaylee picked up her new camouflage suit and began to get dressed. Like before, she felt the clothes shift around her, but this time, it felt different. Her turquoise eyes widened as she watched the pants shrink further and further until they couldn’t even be called shorts anymore. Meanwhile, her jacket tightened and shrank to the point that it burst open, revealing a camouflage-patterned bra underneath. Kaylee bit her lip and swore. “That son of a biscuit!”

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AN: Howdy Howdy! Now begins the adventures of Kaylee Malone! I wonder how these will turn out. Had a lot of fun with this chapter and I hope y'all did too! Special thanks to the folks on discord for helping me brainstorm a couple ideas that went into this chapter. Deepthroat Kitchen is an amazing Idea I'd like to expand upon one day!

Another note, Something y'all may have missed is that I've been going through and updating all of the older artwork that I had on here to my newer style. I think they look waaaay better in comparison. I've also added a couple new ones here and there to some of the older chapters to spice them up. Have fun finding them :P

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