Silly Allie That's not what Tits are for.

Allie awoke in a soft bed with black silk sheets. She didn’t immediately recognize the room, a haze clouding her memory. It was difficult to place the room. This is bigger than Markie and Allie’s bedroom. Did we go on a trip? Her wolf ears lay flat against her head in confusion. Also, why is Allie so sore? And her titties so big? Were Allie’s titties always so big? No, Allie remembers titties not being so big.

Allie fondled her breasts, trying to figure out why they were so large when she grazed her nipples. OH, that feels good. Wait, why that feel so good? Sure, titties are fun to play with, but not that fun. She touched her nipple again, just to make sure. Okay, Allie, not imagining — nipples feel good. But why? Allie’s confusion started to make her upset. And where is Markie if we on a trip? Allie got up and searched around the room for her partner, completely forgetting to get dressed. “Markie-pooh, where are you, Markie?” she softly spoke as not hearing the shower in the bathroom running.

As she moved around the room, she felt a slight pressure in her breasts and noticed they were leaking just ever so slightly. Why are titties leaking? She dabbed her finger and licked some off. Yummy, Creamy. Wait… Creamy… Milky? But titties make milk for baby… “ALLIE IS PREGNANT!” she exclaimed at the top of her lungs, mostly in panic but tinged with excitement.

“WHAT!?” Came Mark’s voice from the adjoining bathroom. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE PREGNANT!” he continued to shout as he ran out, still dripping wet from the shower.

“Allie is pregnant, see her titties are making milk for the baby.” Squeezing her breasts, having them shoot out a little milk.

Mark’s brain short-circuited — between Allie saying she was pregnant, her being completely naked with her increased breast size, and the fact that Allie was referring to herself in third person. It took him a very long moment to realize what was happening.

“Allie, do you remember last night?”

“Um, there was… a lot of sex, and dancing, I feel like we fought. But that doesn’t make sense. Why would Markie not be happy with Allie? It seemed Markie was unhappy. Then Allie kissed Markie, and he was happy again? We ate dinner… candies… each other?”

“Okay, yeah, I guess that sort of sums up last night. Do you remember where we are?”

“Ummm, a hotel? A fancy hotel? But why are we on trip? We only had our wedding and honeymoon coming up…” Mark’s Wife, I am going to be his wife. the idea flooded her hazy mind with pleasure. Wait… “Are we on honeymoon! Did Allie forget Allie got married?!”

“No, we are not on our honeymoon,” Mark said gently, though she seemed slightly disappointed but also slightly relieved. “Can we get dressed and then continue to talk about this?”

Mark was really finding it hard to concentrate on the conversation with Allie’s breasts bouncing so much with her movements.

“Oh, does Markie not like my titties now that Allie is pregnant?” she said, a little disappointed.

“Allie, I want to be able to talk to you, and currently, us both being naked makes me want to throw you on the bed and have you again like last night.” That mollified Allie substantially.

“Well, that sounds fun.” She said, walking over, putting herself between him and the bed.

Mark was tempted — oh so tempted — but he resisted, realizing that that might make the situation worse. “Allie, I want to, but right now we need to talk, okay?”

Seeing Mark being so serious concerned her, but she complied. “Okay, sweetie, but like, where are Allie’s clothes? Allie doesn’t see them anywhere.”

Mark actually didn’t either, which confused him a little. “There are wardrobes on either side of the mirror over there. I think there should be clothes for you in the right one. Give me a moment to rinse the rest of this soap out of my hair and dry off, and we can talk.”

“Okay, sweetie, no problem.”

Allie headed over to the wardrobe, which was when she caught sight of herself in the floor-length mirror. “Allie has a tail? And wolf ears?” Allie could see them move in the mirror, but still reached to touch them. “Hmm, well, they are pretty. Markie also wasn’t unhappy.”

As she stared into the mirror, she saw two competing versions of herself.

The first, her in a wedding dress at the altar. Hmm, Markie’s Bride, I look cute, Love, Honor, and Obey. I can’t wait for that.

Then it shifted — her collared and face planted in pillows with Mark taking her from behind. Oh, but I wouldn’t mind being Markie’s little, domesticated, breeding bitch in heat either.

She touched her stomach, pleased now that the immediate panic had passed. I am going to have his litter. A smile plastered on her face.

She opened her wardrobe and found some stuff to wear, putting on her panties and a pair of jeans just fine, but when she tried to put on her bra, she realized two things. First, that her nipples were still extremely sensitive to any touch, and second, that her bras didn’t fit her anymore. Weird, why would Allie’s bras not fit? Markie is smart. He’ll explain. She decided not to put on a top because she didn’t want to strain her already limited focus.

Mark came back out to find that Allie had only gotten partially dressed, but chose to ignore that for the moment and got himself dressed. “Allie, why didn’t you put on a bra or top?”

“The bras were too small, and Allie’s nips are all tingling. Allie can’t con—concen— smarts too well right now. Nips being rubbed would be—” Allie struggled to find the word. “Not good for talk.”

“Okay, Allie, I get that. Do you remember the Harem Hotel? Cassandra? Sam? Laura? The other Girls?”

Why Markie saying other girls’ names… Did we have a three-way? Sam… Sammy… Sammie makes Allie Sad? No. Allie likes Sammie… Sammie… OH.

“Yeah, Sammie is pretty pilot lady, Allie said she would help Sammie —help Sammie—help Sammie marry Markie. Wait, the other girls. RIGHT! Wait, why does Allie have to compete for Markie? Markie already asked Allie to marry him. Then again, they all attractive. Markie, you would share with Allie, right?” She asked her last question with a small plea in her voice.

“Okay, so you do remember the others. It wasn’t our choice to be here or be in this competition. And yes, if you and any of the others want a relationship with one another, I have no problem with that.” Allie was delighted to hear Mark’s response.

“Oh, goodie, Allie wants to make Sammie happy. Sammie had a bad time, but Allie thinks she can help Sammie. Allie knows Sammie can be happy with Markie.”

“I’m glad you want to help her. I care about her too. Let me message Freya to see if she has an idea to help with your clothing problem.” A moment later, Freya knocked and then entered. Allie didn’t really think to cover herself at the woman’s appearance.

“Hello, Master Mark, Young Miss Allie, how can I be of service?” Freya asked mostly to Mark.

“Pretty helpful, lady!” Allie said and jumped up and hugged Freya, startling the butler slightly. Allie let her go, not wanting to rub her nipples against her too much and get her suit wet.

Mark then inquired, “I was wondering if you might have any suggestions for Allie to wear with her nipples being so sensitive right now and her breasts being increased in size.”

“Assuming this is a temporary issue, my recommendation is that you purchase numbing cream from the BP store. It will block all sensitivity that a person who has it applied to their erogenous zones feels. I believe the intent is for denial purposes, but it should work here as it lasts for 24 hours, which, while I can’t be certain, should be enough for Allie’s condition to normalize, Sir. Perhaps two doses to be sure. As for clothing, I suggest that she either go without a bra and pick something loose-fitting or ask one of the other girls to borrow something of theirs. Though given Allie’s current size, I don’t think any of their bras would fit.”

Mark pulled up the BP store and found the numbing cream that Freya spoke of and bought some.

-500 BP Numbing Cream (5/5 applications)

“Okay, could you find something for Allie to wear that would work for her current size? And is there anything else that you think I should be made aware of?”

“Absolutely and no. Actually, I suppose, Talia and Laura said they were making omelets this morning, and wanted to know if you and Miss Allie were joining them, Sir.”

“Eggs sound wonderful,” Allie said, once again putting her hand on her tummy. “After all, eating for two now.” Freya looked confused.

“Allie, that is another thing. You probably aren’t pregnant.”

“What but Allie’s milky titties?”

“First, women tend to lactate after giving birth, not before. Second, you are lactating because of one of the magic candies we ate last night. It is also probably why you are having trouble thinking clearly.”

“So… Allie not having a litter of kids?” She said, crestfallen.

“I don’t think so. At least not yet. But you know I want kids, we will have them eventually, okay?” That perked her right back up.

“Good. Freya, could you please leave? Markie is going to put a baby or five in me. Unless…”

Allie looked her up and down. “You want to join us? Maybe also have some of Markie’s babies? You look like a tall glass of milk, and Allie is thirsty.”

“Allie! We are not going to do that right now. He said with a bit of exasperation in his voice. First, we aren’t married yet, and remember we agreed we wanted to wait until after that to have kids, right?”

“Right… So what you are saying is… we need to go get married and then you’ll put a baby in me. Freya, is there a chapel nearby? And a priest?”

“Allie, I know this is difficult for you at the moment, and I promise we will have plenty of children, just not today, okay. I love you, and you are going to be my wife and the mother of my children.”

Every word Mark just uttered filled her with a little bit of joy.

It was then that a knock at the door occurred, and Freya opened it to Hilde standing on the other side. “Thanks for the purchase, bossman, here you go.” Hilde rattled off and noticed Allie’s engorged nipples. “I can see why you wanted the cream so bad for the missus.” She lowered her head for some nice head pats. Mark reluctantly obliged, with Allie and Freya looking at him. Then Hilde zoomed out the door so fast she was a blur.

“Freya, would you mind helping Allie apply this and getting her ready to go to the cottage?”

“Certainly, Sir. If you would like, you can wait out by the carriage, and we will be along shortly.”

“Thanks, Allie, I’ll be waiting for you, okay.” And kissed her on the top of the head. Proceeding out the door.

Mark went out to the entrance of the Rose-Crowned Court, seeing Hilde waiting on a bench, enjoying the rose garden. He walked over to her, “Mind if I sit?”

“Your place, bossman, you make the rules. Though I would prefer you not to sit on me. I think you might crush me if you did.”

Mark gave a light chuckle. “So, I hear you’re part of my staff now? Is that something you and your sisters actually wanted, or did I sort of screw you guys over?”

“Yep, part of your Princely Staff. As for whether you’ll screw us or not, well, that remains to be seen.” She said with a sly grin. “But I think most of us would prefer it. The alternative is to work for Cassandra for eternity, and she’s nice, like a second mom to us. I honestly don’t know how many seasons we worked for her, but I know we passed 100 a long time ago, stopped really mattering after that. But that’s the thing, we don’t really get to do anything that isn’t related to a season, we’re staff, and if we aren’t working a season or helping set up for one, we are in a sort of stasis.”

“That sucks. Why didn’t Cassandra send you back to your world?”

“Cassandra said she couldn’t unless she eliminated us, at least not the normal way. After what happened to ASTRID, none of us wanted that. So we got picked up as staff after our season ended abruptly. But we are happy for the most part. All of us want to go back to living a somewhat normal life, not that that is totally possible. But right now, we don’t age or change, and have no freedom; we are essentially just here, doing the same thing, watching others be on the show. So no, you didn’t screw us. You gave us a shot at something... different. Cassandra only offers that option to Masters she thinks are decent, you know.” She gave him a sly wink. “So, take that as a compliment.”

“I’ll try not to put too much of a burden on you and your sisters. Okay?”

“Eh, job’s a job. Could be worse. We could be obligated to serve you sexually or work in a strip club. Heard of some poor girls like that, but all I have to do is fetch you and your stuff and get you from point A to B. Some of my old TFs even help with that."

“That’s good to hear. I have to ask, is the whole playful banter about possibly sleeping with me because of a TF, or just you and Freya being the two of you?”

“A little of ‘column A’, a little of ‘column B’. If Freya hasn’t told you the specifics of her TFs, I’m not going to. But let’s just say the Master we were supposed to belong to was pure trash. Treated us like property, not people. Some of our transformations reflected that. Compared to him? You’re practically Prince Charming. You’re attractive, decent, and Cassandra trusted you enough to send us your way. Makes you not exactly unappealing, you know?”

Mark was about to respond when Hilde cut him off, her tone sharpening slightly.

“And before you ask — no, we’re not compelled to flirt with you. Or sleep with you. That’s our choice. Also... word of advice: don’t sleep with ASTRID. Even if she offers. Not if you want to keep good standing with the rest of us.”

Mark held up a hand. “No worries. I think I’ve got enough going on in that department anyway.”

“Good.” Hilde hopped down off the bench — her height barely changing — and dusted off her skirt. “Looks like your lady’s here, bossman. Let’s get moving.”

Mark turned to see Allie bounding down the path toward them, her tail wagging energetically.

“Allie, Freya,” Mark called warmly, “shall we go get some breakfast?”

“I'm starving after last night!” Allie said brightly, trotting up and grabbing Mark’s arm without hesitation, claiming her place at his side.

“I can accompany you if you wish, Master Mark,” Freya said more formally as she approached, giving a small bow. “I have already eaten, however. If you intend for me to regularly join you for meals, I can alter my schedule accordingly... though I am uncertain I appreciate the implication.”

Mark chuckled. “It’s fine. I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to.”

He hesitated, then added, “Actually, since you’re basically required to do anything non-sexual, I ask, right?”

Freya stiffened slightly. “Yes, Sir. That is... generally accurate.”

Mark grimaced. “That sounded worse than I meant. What I was trying to say is, I'm ordering you: if I ask you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me before doing it. And don't do it unless I confirm it's really necessary.”

Freya blinked, surprised by how gentle the command felt. “I... understand. Thank you, Sir.”

“Yeah, honestly, I mentioned this yesterday, but I sort of forgot that the actual staff came with the TF I purchased. Beyond what is actually required of you, I am fine with you doing whatever as long as it doesn’t directly affect me or the girls negatively. If you want to stay at home, read a book, or go out and do whatever for fun, that is fine with me. You have a salary paid for by the show, so I don’t have to worry about that either. Again, beyond what you have to do, feel free not to do more.”

Freya nodded slowly, processing it.

“There is one thing, though,” Mark continued. “Not an order—just a request. If you’re willing, could you stay with Allie today? Help keep her company until... well, until she's back to normal?”

Freya glanced at Allie, who had her head tilted slightly and her ears perked up, listening intently.

“I would be happy to assist,” Freya said softly. “And not only because you asked, Sir. I... like Allie. She is genuine.”

“Allie is right here, you know,” she said, pouting a little. “She is happy, Markie cares about her. And Allie is happy that Freya likes her too, since Freya is very smart, kind, and pretty herself. But Allie is annoyed you are talking like she isn’t here, and that Allie is un—unintell—unitelibl—not smart. Okay, maybe Allie is having problems with big words. But Allie isn’t an idiot.”

“I’m sorry, Allie,” Mark said gently. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Fine. Allie will forgive Markie,” she said proudly, puffing her chest out a little. “For Allie is the bigger person and the breast partner you could ask for!”

Mark wasn’t sure if that last slip was intentional or not, but decided not to laugh. Instead, he smiled warmly and moved to open the carriage door.

“Shall we then?” he offered, motioning for the two ladies to climb inside.