Was she angry about her transformation into a walking wet-dream?

Now that the black girl had climaxed herself, Blossom could relax her restraint and allow her stamen to release her pollen within the Ripened vessel. Again came that overwhelming, explosive orgasm. And her partner gasped, not only had the stamen driven her to a quicker, rapid-fire cumming, now the pollen released into her pussy would give her sensations no woman could have ever imagined!

  Blossom lingered, rotating her tubular member inside the other woman, to ensure her seed would have the best chance to take root. She withdrew with a slurp. Her breasts throbbed, leaked, and became flush with the warm passion that consumed her senses. Two! Two in one day! What a fine crop! Rapper's Girlfriend made a cute cooing sound as she thrashed on the floor, clutching her breasts and wiggling her toes as the ecstasy of pollination burned through her.

  But the last of the Ripened women wanted to change the formula a little; Fitness Model moaned and stretched her full length; then she eyed Blossom and her colossal casabas with a gleam as raw and hungry as Blossom's own. As her two companions thrashed with the mind-bending sensations flooding their bodies, Fitness Model stepped over the black girl and grasped Blossom under her arms.

  Did something go wrong? For a moment Blossom was frightened. Could there have been a mistake in the Process used to ripen the girl? Was she angry about her dramatic transformation into a nearly seven-foot tall walking wet-dream of sculpted pornography?

  No... not that; she was not angry - rather the new hormones and lusts that pickled her brain had made her into some sort of sexual predator. She thrust Blossom against the wall facing the bathroom's mirror, pinning her arms at the wrist with an iron grip. The tanned woman gurgled with ecstasy as she sniffed the floral perfume Blossom's hair naturally emanated. Her stamen throbbed with yet another load of pollen for a new womb.
  With a grunt, Fitness Model gave her captive a lurid lick from chin to cheek. Blossom had lost control; she already knew that the sight and smell of her stamen acted like a siren-song to Ripened women. Under the influence of the Lesbian mists, combined with the effects of the Process the once shy, crippled wallflower had become a raging, amazonian sex-demon. So here she was pinned to the wall by one of her own targets, her stamen full and pulsing with an even larger load than before. She could see the toned strength and curvaceous splendour of her captor in the mirror she was facing. Blossom was going to watch herself being sexually ravished by a she-devil that she had created! Nothing to do now but enjoy the ride!

  Against her will, Blossom's engorged fluffy-headed stamen firmed up and probed the other woman's vagina for entry. Driven by a mindless urge to spread her seed without limit. Fitness Model thrust forward, impaling herself on the floral member. Blossom could admire the strong throbbings on her Ravisher's muscled shoulders and hard ass from her perspective across from the mirror. This woman, this insane transformee was using her like a back-alley whore!

  And Blossom loved it.

  It was impossible to tell who was fucking who; Blossom was responsible for penetration, yet the tall goddess was in total control. She did not will it, but her stamen bottomed-out and went crazy with thrustings, pulsations, and vibrations in Fitness Model's moist cunt. The tall woman snarled, raised Blossom higher on the wall to bury her face in the mountainous breasts dangling before her.

  Hungrily, the domineering woman tugged and suckled on Blossom's nipples as her pussy grasped and squeezed the hot, throbbing stamen within it. Fitness Model eagerly drained great draughts of intoxicating nectar from Blossom; which surprised her - the briefest squirt of her milk sent most humans into a helpless, erotic delirium; but this amazon was feasting on her lactation like a Slurpee.

  At first, when she had entered this bathroom Blossom had thought of these three strange women as targets; as crops to be used and harvested. But now, SHE was the helpless vessel flowing with liquid sweetness. A vessel being sucked dry by a hungry devourer. Blossom was like a plucked fruit feeding not only the stomach, but also the sex-drive of a merciless harvester.

  But since Blossom was no longer in control, she could not stop the release of her essence. Her stamen pulsed, then the head swelled as the pressure was released and her pollen was expelled. All of it. She had been able to exert some control with the others. But now, her gyrating member doused the entrapping womb with a golden overdose of pollen that Blossom was unable and unwilling to restrain. She simply gave everything. Her nipples fountained with milk. Her pussy drenched with sexual lube, and the stamen extending from her groin unloaded all it had.

  Hard to say what happened next. Blossom must have blacked out for a few seconds.

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  She awoke moments later. Blank Slate and Rapper's Girlfriend were beginning to stir, they were absorbing the pollen and beginning to adapt. Fitness Model leaned against the far wall, drenched in sweat; eyes fluttering, breasts lactating. She'd gotten more pollen, and more milk than the others, it might take her longer to become fully conscious.

  Blossom staggered over to the duffel bag she'd brought with her into the bathroom. Within were several cocktail dresses in the same style as Blossom's; skin tight and sleeveless. The kind of dresses that would ride high on the hips and accentuate the boobs. With high-heels to match. Blossom herself slipped back into her own white dress which hugged and highlighted every curve of hips, ass, and breasts.

  Rapper's Girlfriend choose a gold-fabric glittering piece. Blank Slate donned a fire-engine red dress that seemed permanently in the midst of a wardrobe malfunction from the massive swells of her twin valleys of tit. Eventually, Fitness Model squeezed her statuesque frame into the quintessential, little black dress. Seemingly made even littler by her unusual height. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and the hem was so high, that just sitting down could get her arrested for indecent exposure. Blossom hadn't banked on a transformation like hers.

  But the tall woman seemed thrilled at the prospect of how her new figure would be displayed so blatantly.

  "Sweeeet Mother o' Mercy... my big-dicked grandson is gonna cream his pants when he sees the new me!" Rapper's Girlfriend declared, studying her voluptuous figure and curvaceous swells in the mirror. Not that anyone from her old life could recognize her now; Blossom knew that would allow her a great many sexual possibilities.

  "Don't remember.... but I want... to fuck!" howled Blank Slate, swaying her hips back and forth in her blazing-hot red dress.

  "All those years... so lonely... so shy...afraid; wait 'til they see me now!" Fitness Model growled in anticipation.

  Blossom nodded, at least the other two remembered their past lives; their knowledge would be useful for what would come next. How exciting it would be when they hit the town to fulfill their burning urges! Not a complete success, but still a good day. And these women had all taken well to pollination! Their new lives were just beginning; gone were the frailties of age and biological misfortune; They had been Ripened by the Process into three scintillating sex-goddesses aflame with nymphomania.

  But the tall woman, she was different; in her eyes there was not the receptiveness of the whore, but the hunger of a predator. It would not take flowers and romance to get her in the mood; all she needed was a place. She was the aggressor and pursuer! No doubt her pussy burned just as fiercely as the others, but she had no time for seduction; her astonishing body was simply the lure she would use to reel in her sex-prey.

  The Black girl hefted her own breasts and closed her eyes in longing. No doubt realizing that now SHE would be the fantasy! When heads turned, and lips whistled, it would be because of HER beauty! How much sperm would cover that cleavage before nightfall? Blossom thought that Rapper's Girlfriend was perhaps best of the three; but all would be useful.

  And the Blank Slate? Would she regain her memory? Did she have any other interesting properties from her Ripening?

  Blossom yearned to find out!