Luke’s First Visit

It had been nearly six months since you last saw Luke.

He was now 19, just like you. He had grown taller, broader in the shoulders, and carried himself with a new confidence after his time at the Dominaran Royal Academy.

Today was his first visit home since the custody arrangement.

You were waiting nervously in the living room, kneeling beside Dorothy’s chair as instructed. You were dressed in a soft pastel pink dress that clung to your full DDD breasts, the fabric thin enough to show the faint outline of your steel cage and the occasional wet spot from your breasts. Your long bubblegum-pink hair flowed down your back, and your permanent pink gold collar was clearly visible.

The front door opened.

Luke stepped inside, suitcase in hand, looking around the house he once knew so well.

Dorothy stood up with a warm smile.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.”

Luke hugged his mother, then froze when he saw you kneeling beside her chair.

His eyes widened in complete shock.

For a long moment, he didn’t recognize you.

Then realization hit him like a truck.

“…No,” he whispered, voice cracking. “That’s not… that can’t be…”

He stared at you — the long pink hair, the massive breasts, the feminine curves, the engraved collar that read “Slutcunt Voss”, and the unmistakable look of total submission in your eyes.

You looked up at him, cheeks burning with shame, the little bell on your tongue jingling as you swallowed nervously.

Luke’s face went through a whirlwind of emotions — disbelief, horror, confusion, and anger.

“What the fuck did you do to him?!” he shouted at his mother. “That’s my best friend! What the hell is this?!”

Dorothy remained perfectly calm, gently stroking your pink hair.

“Watch your language, Luke. This is your stepmother now. Say hello to Slutcunt.”

Luke looked like he was going to be sick.

“Stepmother…? You turned my best friend into… into this?!”

He took a step closer, staring down at you.

“Dude… is that really you? Your hair… your tits… that fucking collar? What did she do to you?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. Your voice came out small and ashamed.

“…I’m Slutcunt Voss now, Luke. I belong to your mother.”

Luke looked devastated. He turned back to Dorothy, fists clenched.

“You sick bitch. You destroyed him. You turned him into your fucking sex ****!”

Dorothy’s expression turned cold.

“Careful, son. That is my wife you’re speaking about. She is happier now than she ever was as a boy. She has purpose. She serves me beautifully. And she even lactates for me.”

To prove her point, Dorothy reached down and squeezed one of your heavy breasts through the dress. A thin stream of milk immediately soaked through the fabric.

Luke stumbled back in horror.

Dorothy smiled and pulled you up gently, making you stand beside her like a proper wife.

“Slutcunt, greet your stepson properly.”

You stepped forward, head slightly bowed, voice soft and submissive.

“Welcome home… Luke.”

He stared at you, completely lost for words. The boy who used to play video games with you, run around the neighborhood with you, was now looking at a heavily feminized, collared, lactating version of his former best friend — wearing a dress and calling herself “Slutcunt.”

Dorothy wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“She’s come such a long way. Would you like to see how well-trained she is?”

Luke looked physically ill.

“I… I can’t do this. I need air.”

He turned and walked out to the backyard, slamming the glass door behind him.

Dorothy sighed softly and pulled you into her arms, gently squeezing your breast again and drinking from you while watching her son through the window.

“He’ll get used to it,” she whispered against your skin. “Eventually, he’ll understand that this is your place now. As my wife.”

She licked a drop of your milk from her lips.

“And who knows… maybe one day he’ll want to use his pretty stepmother too.”