female path, death of identity, narcissism and lust to the max

Zoe's boyfriend: You're... wow.

Zoe: You don't have bad tits either, and they're so delicious.

Zoe licked her lips, wet with a trickle of milk.

Zoe's boyfriend: It's weird, but I don't mind. In fact, I have to say, being milked is a wonderful sensation. Do you feel the same?

Zoe: What? They seemed okay before.

Zoe's boyfriend: Well, now they're bigger and maybe more sensitive.

He leaned down, caressing her, and then placed his lips on one of her nipples and went back to drinking Zoe's milk. With every sip, his body changed, but not only that, his mind changed, too. His memories vanished as if drowned in milk, while others took their place—Zoe's memories. It was extremely exciting in Zoe's eyes, and now she could feel a stronger pleasure as her milk was tapped. Zoe's boyfriend, or what remained of him, was bewitched by the idea of ​​becoming more like Zoe. With every sip, the obsession with becoming Zoe grew stronger, along with a disgust for who she was.

His cock was as hard and tense as it was, but totally ignored; neither of them was the slightest bit interested in the remaining male parts of Zoe's boyfriend.

This was because Zoe found herself drawn to every change in her boyfriend, longing for him to become her, for them to be two perfect Zoes.

Slowly, her boyfriend's cock and genitals began to shrink, to the delight of both of them. His hand began to wander around her pelvis, searching for an opening, trying to move his manhood to find a pussy that hadn't yet formed.

Zoe found it so erotic; her pussy felt on fire, and she looked at her boyfriend's penis, not with lust like before, but with annoyance. She couldn't wait for it to be erased and replaced by a pussy, so they could rub each other together. The thought alone made her moan, or maybe it was the increasingly divine sensation she felt as her milk was being squeezed.

It didn't take long for their wishes to come true. Her boyfriend's member had shrunk to the point of disappearing, and it was in fact herself, both in body and mind. When her pussy finally opened, the new Zoe immediately had an orgasm, which pulled her away from her sucking and moaning and screaming as a squirt escaped, soaking Zoe's legs. Zoe clung to her new self.

Zoe: You came on me, Zoe.

Zoe2: Yes, I did, now it's your turn, Zoe.

The two leaped at each other like sex-hungry tigers, adoring every single inch of each other's bodies. Their desire equated to a fanatical obsession, feeling they worshipped each other like goddesses and deserved everything the other could give. This turned into unbridled sex. They kept calling each other's names obsessively over and over again. Just hearing each other's name was incredibly arousing. Having herself as their lover, the perfect soulmates, with the same desires, the same lust, lovers who knew each other perfectly, who knew their every dirty wish, their G-spots. Furthermore, they were unstoppable. Whenever they got tired, they nursed each other, and their bodies reset, recharged and refreshed, ready to continue.

Slowly, narcissistically dangerous thoughts began to arise in the two Zoes' heads: "What if we transposed the rest of humanity into ourselves?" "How fantastic it would be to have a Zoe-only orgy?" "Humanity should be grateful for me!" "I want to have a gangbang with only Zoe!"

The idea was so hot and exciting that they began to fuck each other harder and more passionately, mixing pain and pleasure, but they didn't care; their bodies always recovered thanks to the milk, no matter how mistreated.