She's to Share

Amendeep felt a perverse delight as Samjit sputtered, gurgled and choked before starting to swallow the milk she slowly drizzled, then spit into his mouth. Looking up at Betty she smiled as she saw the gaze of approval upon her as Samjit was thrown to the floor.

So Betty could embrace Amendeep.

Slowly kissing her way up Betty’s body, Amendeep began to recognize that she was now Betty’s equal. Their body's burned with new pleasure and need as they pressed against each other. They both felt some lingering anchor holding them back from the fulfillment they sought as they both turned to look past Veronica, to the bull they felt knew more then them.

Casually glancing Veronica up and down they inherently felt each other’s desire to elevate her too.

“Vee, I think its your turn. You have no idea how good it feels.” Betty spoke with dark enthusiasm.

“Mmmm….” Amendeep affirmed, smirking as she barely resisted mooing like the cow she was misguidedly devoutly becoming.

Looking to one another they began stroking their udders, spraying spurts of milk with more pressure, further, and better aimed. One squirt, after another. Stepping closer, and closer to Veronica.

Veronica realized what they were doing, she remembered how dark and wet Amendeep’s dress was when Betty was knocked off of her. How the garment seemed to dissolve afterwards. Veronica's mind raced fearfully with realization as she turned to try rushing blindly past the minotaur behind her.

Only to stop in shock and wince as she felt something warm, and slimy sploosh onto her face. Slowly oozing down from her eyes and nose, her tongue strangely enticed to savour and wipe it up as it slowly slid down her face. A hand trying to wipe it from her eyes.

Veronica was too distracted to realize it was too late for what she had been jumping into action to do. The back of her dress was not just warm and moist, but she could feel the press of the super voluptuous bodies against her, their long flat tongues happily helping clean her face, Amendeep then licking Veronica’s hands clean, as Betty pulled her long time friend into a deep passionate kiss.

Breaking the stubborn walls resisting the sexual temptations, as Veronica experienced the strange new pleasure coursing through her where their bodies had pressed together, where the milk seeped into her pores. Veronica lost herself in wonder at the amazing sensation of it all as her tongue fumbled with the intrusion between her lips.

Fuck it. Was all Veronica could think of resisting as she basked in the warm press and pleasurable embrace of the two women. Veronica enjoyed the feel of their skin, the squish of their flesh, and the silky smooth feel of the milk where it was dribbled and smeared between their bodies.

Just as quick as Veronica got into the flow of the press, touching, and making out with the two changed women she felt sudden distress. Opening her eyes she watched as first Betty, then the brown skinned woman whose name Veronica didn’t even know stepped away.

Their momentary mingling with Veronica a simple stepping stone on their way to what truly drew them.

Veronica watched slack jawed as Amendeep and Betty each kneeled off to the side of Eric, kissing and mouthing his bull cock with excited moans.

“Mmm…. What are we missing…” Betty moaned sucking a swollen testicle as Amendeep took her first mouthful of the cock their corrupt manifestations derived from.

“Please…. Do…” Amendeep panted as she came up from her first willful attempt at deepthroating, happy to have invoked a bellow of pleasure with her cohort.

“When she joins us.” Eric chuffed smugly, and confidently. As if Veronica wasn’t too classy for such.

Which most people likely thought she was, and was normally the case. While truthfully she could gladly go for a fuck.

A voice cried out in distress, concern about her looks, her beauty being ruined if she was twisted into one of these things. What about what people would think if they heard she went full slut, or saw her? Arguments which the corruption within her approached on two fronts. Veronica knew she was hot.

Her mother had taught her thoroughly in the arts of fashion, style, and popularity. She was raised to be a social climber. She was not fully aware of the cum that had painted her face like some immodest pornstar. She knew better, it was about give them the idea, fuelling their desire to possibly be seen as such that she was taught.

But those trends were no longer relevant here.

Everyone was suddenly sexually open and active. She had seen it through out the reception, she had fled it. But wasn’t that what was making the popular people popular at the party? A perfect body, not only available to see, to watch, but feel, and fuck.

Then there was her own self conscious thoughts on her body’s shortcomings. Why wouldn’t she want a set of tits she could embrace someone’s face in? Hips, and ass to accentuate the thong of a bikini. Tits that would cradle perfectly and sway hypnotically.

Didn’t she need such things to be attractive? To be popular?

Looking down at her dress she admired the webbing of threads where the fabric had almost completely dissolved from the milk that had saturated in. Her B cup tits sat nicely cradled in the remnant of the garment, their braless support still tightly maintained, their cleavage making Veronica frown as she thought about how lacking it was.

She wanted to have side boob to display. Looking back up to the minotaur as his two cows continued to suck him off Veronica noted the gap left front and center before him. Her mind racing at the inviting idea of such a distinguished place amongst the beastman’s whore.

Glancing to Samjit Veronica felt something tug on her, the sobbing man cradled in a fetal position, muttering and sobbing. His incoherent ramblings the tenuous thread his soul clung too. Who would want that?

Turning back to Eric she was reminded of some of the porns she’d glimpsed with boys. The girl at the center or who was cum on was always the most popular, the most desired. Veronica felt her chest feel flush at the idea of a pearl necklace of cum, Betty and the brown girl lapping it up as Veronica tit fucked a new load… But she needed to change…

Biting a lip she felt her soul stake claim with her stubborn resistance. Holding ground against the corrupted lessons of her rearing, holding stalwart hoping she would resist the growing new desires and wants. Her body hungering to feel the press of bodies against her more.