Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen

You rest against the fridge with your hand holding your baby bump once you're finally done cleaning the kitchen's floor. You let out a sigh, exhausted from having to clean the whole house. Whilst doing a maid's work isn't the most delightful, Nathan lowers the price of your rent if you do it, delaying you running out of money and having to pay him with... alternative means.

Other than that and having to endure Nathan's sexist remarks towards you, the last week has not been so bad and worries about whatever could be after you since you've been transformed is a distant thought. Your moment of thinking is interrupted by a sore feeling around your nipples and a sensation of your breasts being full.

Time to milk myself again. You say inside your head as your, almost daily, necessity reveals itself.

You get out of your clothes as you make your way towards the bathroom, deciding to get a shower whilst you're at it. After entering, you sit naked on the cold tiles with your large breasts in hand. You begin the process and, surely enough, the motherly liquid comes out of your dark and slightly swollen nipples in little spurts.

As moments pass with you intensely milking yourself, the feeling between your legs that you've grown used to when you did it makes itself known. You grunt when the tingling sensation starts. You've tried your best to ignore it in the past couple of days, yet the temptation seems to grow ever stronger.

You stop with your task for a second as if to consider. Been some time since you've masturbated. Never once in this body. You wonder if girls can feel pent up like guys. By the way your pussy seemed to beg for some attention, you suppose they can. Spreading your legs a little more, you decide there shouldn't be any harm to your consciousness if you indulge in it just once and not finger yourself.

Deciding to be efficient, you reach around your baby bump with your right hand whilst your left keeps milking your breasts. You hold a moan when you feel your fingers scrape against your sensitive sex. Just touching is enough to send your entire body shivering. Your hand retreats as you gather enough courage to continue. You notice the icky translucid substance coating your fingers.

"Damn, so wet already?" You ask yourself out loud, heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed to be inside such a horny body before returning to your program.

You bite your lip trying to hold the moans that wanted to come out. Whilst playing with your puffy lips, you begin to understand how intense the experience of pleasuring yourself as a woman could be.

You're replicating the technique you applied on the girls you've been out with during your years as a guy. However, the pleasure you feel when you touch yourself is so much that you just end up rubbing and playing with you pussy in a sloppy manner instead.

As you change which breast to milk, you decide to spice things up by conjuring the image of one the cheerleaders you fucked during highschool. You remember it almost as if it was yesterday. She had brown curly hair and these bright blue eyes as well as the softest skin someone could imagine. You had managed to meet her alone inside the boy's locker room and bend her over the sink.

She was still wearing her cheerleader uniform which, undoubtedly, made it even hotter. And although you don't currently own a set of male genitals, you try your best to recall what it felt like putting your cock inside her.

You can almost listen the grunting and cute moaning coming from the girl. You don't even remember her name, but you can definitely remember how you fucked her, watching your reflexion on the mirror that you had her bent over in front of.

Your right hand starts rubbing your sex more furiously, pussyjuice drenching your slender fingers.

Despite those memories clearly arousing you, they're not enough to bring you over the edge. You would know it of course, having experienced an orgasm in this body when Nathan...

All of a sudden you feel you pussy twitch.

Inside your head, you're still inside the boys locker room, with your imaginary cock deep inside that girl, watching both of your reflexions on the mirror.

You blink and notice something strange however...