What we got left is just me and you

Nick’s heart pounded in anticipation as he opened the door to greet Mary for their night together. After a long day with a lot of drama and uncertainty, and trying to make sure that everything was stable, it would be nice to have a night where it was just him and a woman he loved.

Of course, given how sexually charged his day had been, and how amorous Rose had been the night before, he wasn’t sure if he could hold on completely. Ever since their wedding, Mary had been rather ravenous herself. Nick attributed it mostly to how much her libido skyrocketed with every transformation she received, but he also suspected that a small part of her had always been like this deep down.

The thought was already started to get him hard- until he saw the flustered expression on his wife’s face.

“Mary?” He asked, his face turning serious. “What’s the matter? Is everything alright?”

“Yes!” Mary blurted out a little loudly. “Totally alright! Everything’s fine! It’s all completely fine! Let’s, um… sex now time! Please! One sex, if you would!”

She was already working on untying her shirt, but her fingers were shaking so much she couldn’t even undo a simple knot. Her eyeballs were rolling around in her skull and she looked like a strong gust of wind would blow her over.

Nick wasn’t sure whether or not sex was in the cards tonight, but he knew it wasn’t happening right now. He gently pulled away her hands and led her inside.

“Okay, let’s talk this over,” he said. “Is this about your dream last night?”

Mary, still embarrassed, just nodded sheepishly.

“It… it’s not like…” She stammered, looking down at the floor. “It’s not like I think it’s true or anything, not really…”

“Mary?” Nick’s voice ached with worry. He brought her over to the couch and the two of them sat down so she could talk about things a little more clearly.

“All night, ever since you left… I’ve been with Rose,” Mary mumbled. “And I was trying, I was really, really trying to make sure it went okay. To make sure that she was good enough for you.”

Mary kicked off her cowboy boots and pulled her knees up to her chest, squishing them against her breasts. Nick didn’t fail to notice the dark spots forming on her shirt, and he felt his half-turgid cock harden some more.

“That’s… I see. Well, Mary, on the topic of being ‘good enough’ for me or not…” Nick wasn’t sure how to discourage this line of thinking from his wife. He knew that Mary’s heart was in the right place, as it usually was, but that didn’t mean this misunderstanding should be encouraged.

“I know, I know, you don’t care about stuff like that,” Mary said, sending her pigtails dancing with a shake of her head. “You just love people for who they are. And that… that’s what I love about you, Nick!”

“Mary…” Even when she was upset, hearing Mary say that she loved him still made his heart skip a few beats.

“…But this is about me,” she mumbled, looking down at the floor. “About my insecurities. I love you, Nick, and I want you to be happy! And there’s this transformation, the one that keeps making me want the other women in your harem… to… to… to drink my milk, and I just…”

Her face burned with shame. No matter how hot her loins burned at the thought, it wasn’t enough to overpower the shame and embarrassment that came with her current state of mind. As well as the massive guilt, for wanting to do something she knew was wrong.

“I-I’m better than this!” Mary exclaimed, standing up and starting to pace. She gnawed on the nail of her thumb as she tried to work off some of her sexual heat by wearing a circle in the rug of the Master’s Suite. “I know that wanting to transform people into someone they’re not is wrong… really, really I do! I shouldn’t even be thinking this way!” She wailed.

But she locked eyes with Nick and Nick could see that she did want that. Her transformation made her completely hungry for it!

“Mary, it’s just a compulsion Dakota put into you,” Nick said gently, standing up and placing his hands on her shoulders to settle her down. “Because that’s what she wants. She wants you to want to transform the other girls into ‘perfect women’ for me. Whatever they think is perfect, anyway. But you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”

Mary’s voice cracked. “I-I thought… with Gina, I thought it would be okay… because it wasn’t really her… because… because she was just a transformation from the mirror… but in the end, I… I just… I tried to get Rose to-”

“Don’t worry about Rose,” Nick cut her off immediately. He had a pretty good feeling about how things had gone after he left. “Let me guess. She spent the whole time teasing you and taunting you, isn’t that right? Flaunting the possibility of drinking your milk, but never doing anything overt to sound like she was on board?”

Mary’s jaw dropped and her eyes bulged out in surprise.

“How… how did you know!?”

Nick sighed and shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because that’s the kind of woman she is,” he said, unable to stop from smiling as he pictured Rose getting Mary all flustered for the last few hours. “She probably wanted to get you worked-up so you’d come here all hot and bothered and looking for… well, you know.”

“But why would she do that!?” Mary wailed. “That’s… that’s so mean!”

“Because she’s a tease,” Nick bluntly replied, choosing not to mention that that was one of the things he liked most about her. “It excited her to get you all worked up. And now, well… here you are, practically boiling over.”

Mary squirmed a little, rubbing her thighs together. “I-I just… I…”

Nick took her hand, running his thumb over the ring on Mary’s finger. “Rose probably thought that she was doing you a favor, knowing her. Get you all worked up and ****, probably goad you into thinking you had to ‘prove yourself’ as my wife? Sound right?”

Mary gulped and nodded, remembering how much the blonde had taunted her about the steamy hot sex she’d had with Nick the night before, while not so subtly insinuating that she’d completely turned his tastes towards her.

Yup, that sounds like her alright. Nick thought, seeing how obvious the dilemma playing out on Mary’s face was.

“Mary, just like you want to turn Rose into the ideal wife for me, I think Rose was trying to do the same for you,” he explained. “Worked up and horny and **** to please. And since it’s Rose, well…”

His voice trailed off as he realized that finishing his thought would only hurt Mary more, letting her know that the blonde had more or less succeeded where she’d failed. People liked Mary a lot more, because of how sweet she was, but it couldn’t be denied that Rose was more adept at social maneuvering (most of the time) and she’d played the flustered little redhead like a fiddle and served her up to Nick on a silver platter.

Mary’s own libido-boosting transformations didn’t exactly make that a difficult task, though.

“So… in other words, we shouldn’t have sex?” Mary asked, sounding a little disappointed. “Because that way, Rose is going to win!”

Nick wasn’t exactly sure what Rose would be “winning” in this case, but he didn’t like the sound of not having sex.

“Okay, well, let’s not get carried away,” he said quickly. “Not having sex just to win some moral victory isn’t the right move either.”

He knew he was basically bullshitting; really, he just wanted to have sex with his smoking hot wife. The thought that she might be carrying his child only made that idea even hotter.

Mary gulped and nodded, her eyes wide. “So, um… yes to sex, then? Oh no… that… that would be so awful… Rose would get her way…”

Judging by the hunger in the redhead’s gaze, she wouldn’t be the only one.

The silence between them lasted only a few seconds before Mary pounced. She **** her lips against Nick’s and jammed her tongue down his mouth, drool rolling down their chins as she sloppily pushed into him as much as she could. At the same time, Nick tore her shirt open and flung the dripping garment away, revealing her milky breasts in all their glory- not that he could see them. It was more about getting them free for other purposes.

His hands touched creamy flesh and squeezed hard, and she moaned into his mouth. He felt her wetness against his shirt and realized she was spraying milk even now- and judging by the quantity, she must have been very backed up.

“Yes…” Mary crooned. “Oh, fuck, yes! Nick, please, touch me more! These… they’re all for you, sweetie, please!”

Hearing her heated promises had fully hardened Nick’s shaft, and he felt it push against her soft tummy, aching desperately to break free of his pants and get inside of her. Not an hour ago he’d thought that he’d gone through enough stimulation in the past few days to completely break his pelvis, but now he just wanted more.

Nick knew, on some level, that this was the hotel getting to him, that maybe he’d been turned into a sex-obsessed freak as a result of the weeks of constant stimulation.

But who the fuck cared, honestly? Mary wasn’t sleeping with him because of her transformations, she was in love with him. The transformations just made everything feel so much better.

Especially when Nick broke the kiss and saw just how much she wanted him. Something like that couldn’t be argued.

“W-wait,” Mary rasped, her voice ragged with desire. She cupped her hands under her inflated breasts and held them up to him like presenting him a meal. Her nipples, constantly erect at this point, throbbed angrily with desire. Nick gulped when he saw the white liquid dribbling out of them, and realized they hadn’t even gotten around to dinner yet.

…But really, did it matter? He could afford to lose some weight. And it wasn’t like Mary was eating for two yet… right?

Not one to refuse an offering like this, Nick leaned down and latched his lips around her nipple, finally tasting that sweet nectar sealed within her jiggling orbs. Mary arched her back and moaned as he squeezed down, feeling him guzzling down her milk like his babies would someday. She squeezed her eyes shut and imagined that future, one of Nick’s little brown-haired babes in each hand, nursing from a pair of teats even larger than the ones she had now. Oh, God, why did that image excite her even more?! First one baby, then two more, then a dozen, how many would they even have before she dried up completely? Assuming she ever would…

As for Nick, his thoughts were a blur. Even though Mary’s enchanted milk had no direct effects on him, he couldn’t deny the desire that it stoked in his heart. She tasted amazing! Of all the wonderful dishes she’d prepared, both for his pleasure and her own, nothing she could make could hope to compare to what her body was producing naturally. Tasting the incontrovertible proof that she was a fertile woman capable of carrying his children (if she wasn’t already) was an incomparable delicacy.

“Hah… I… I took… I took my pills again,” she gasped into his ear, holding his head tightly as she fed him. “If I’m not pregnant already, then…”

Nick didn’t need to hear anymore. Even though it killed him to do it, he freed himself from her nipple, wiping off his mouth on her lips before pulling away and scooping her up into his arms. She let out a tiny yelp and Nick was a little surprised himself that he could carry her; maybe the workout routine Dani had prepared for him was actually getting somewhere!

He only needed to carry her a few feet, anyway. He dumped her on the bed, enjoying the way her boobs bounced, spraying flecks of milk all over the golden sheets. At the same time, a river of juices flowed from between her legs, promising him even more delicacies to enjoy.

Nick couldn’t help but lick his lips. Every part of his wife was just begging to be devoured!

“W-wait!” Mary urged him, covering up her chest. That snapped him out of the hypnotic trance her bouncing boobs had locked him into, and he raised his head to look her in the eye.

Any worry that she might have been having second thoughts was completely quelled in that moment. Mary’s pupils were dilated with desire, and her eyes were so wide they looked like a sea of white. She looked like she wanted to devour him as much as the other way around!

“I-I… there’s something I want to try,” Mary stammered, her eyes locked on the throbbing tent in Nick’s pants. She licked her lips instinctively and with some doing managed to drag her eyes up to meet his with a pleading gaze. “Please?”

With a look like that, Nick wouldn’t have minded if she wanted to try tying him down and whipping him. At this point he’d do anything if it made her happy.

“Sure,” he panted, climbing onto the bed with her and kissing her softly. “Whatever you want.”

Mary gulped, her heart pounding so loudly that it deafened him. She pressed lightly on his chest, pushing him over to the headboard. He rested on his back and gazed up at her, positioned above him like a cat on the prowl. Her breasts dangled juicily in front of her chest, sloshing with milk like two watermelons. Then, she slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them down to finally free that juicy tube of meat from its confines.

He was so hard his cock popped up and smacked her in the face. Mary froze for a moment, and a shiver rolled through her body as she let out a moan, and she nearly fell over. But she regained her composure and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, before stopping at the head. She held it between her lips for a second, bathing his throbbing head in hot breaths as her eyes struggled to remain focused.

“I just wanted a chance to… to taste you, first…” She gasped, tearing herself away from his cock like a baby being pulled from its bottle. “Delicious…”

Nick wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. But given all the compliments Gina had given him, apparently she and Mary had something else they could bond over.

“I-I wanted to do this,” Mary said, wrapping a hand around each tit, lifting and raising and squeezing them as she moved them towards his shaft. “While I… while I still had this much to work with, I mean…”

Nick gasped, realizing what Mary was leading towards. She’d been pumped full of so much milk that seeing her paw at her own flesh was jaw-dropping. She wasn’t exactly cupping her boobs at this point, there was too much meat for that.

And all of it was dumped right into his lap with a plapping thud.

Her boobs were so big, they practically engulfed his erection completely. The throbbing, hard shaft was buried up to the hilt in juicy, squishy breast meat, with only his head popping defiantly out of the tob. Mary licked her lips and greeted it with a kiss, while at the same time mashing her boobs up and down and squeezing him with everything she had.

Frankly… she wasn’t amazing at it. After all, Mary had spent most of her life with little in the chest to speak of at all, it wasn’t like she was a practiced seductress with her melons. But she made up for that in raw desire, and incredible assets. Nick had marveled at the touch of her jiggling tatas, but feeling her wrapped around him like this, the “pocket” formed from her boobs was incomparably soft; her flesh seemed to part perfectly to fit the size and shape of Nick’s meat, fitting around him like a glove.

A glove leaking milk all over his lap, while massaging him from all sides.

The only other girl who had ever given him a boobjob was Marley, back when she had been Mimi. And while that had been a sticky and unique situation all on its own, Mary was completely different. Rather than swallowing him, it was more like she’d wrapped around him like a big fluffy marshmallow, bathing him in sweat and pheromones as she drowned him in pure softness. It was such a Mary thing to do, bowl him over with her gentle desire, and he couldn’t help but thrust into her as deep as he could.

“Oh!” Mary let out a little yelp as she felt him buck inside of her, and took that as a sign she was doing the right thing. That was good, because this was new ground for her, as well; she wanted to satisfy him, but didn’t know what she was doing.

Apparently, it was working though. So that was nice.

“You like that feeling?” She purred, giving into her desires and letting them come spilling out past her lips. “My breasts… they’re so big now, aren’t they? They used to be little nubs, but now… I’m positively massive!”

She was giddy with excitement, knowing how much Nick loved her new chest. She could feel him bucking inside of her more and more, thrusting up into her like he was crushing her pussy.

“It’s too bad… it feels so good… and yet, it’s all for nothing…” Her voice carried a hint of disappointment as she squeezed her breasts between her arms, reaching under them to play with his balls. She could feel the desire throbbing in both of his frenzied orbs. “All the semen in here… you should be dumping it inside me, where it could get the job done… but it’s all going to go to waste on my tits…”

Under more calm situations, Mary would have died in shame at saying a word like “tits”. It was so vulgar, a word only designed for sex!

But when she said it Nick’s erection throbbed, and feeling that sent a shock of pleasure down her spine that caused her to flood the bed with even more juices.

Mary swallowed, and removed her hands from his testicles so she could get some more control over her tits. Her funbags. Her knockers. So many vulgar words that would never see the inside of her mouth in pleasant conversation, but now seemed like the perfect description for what her once-flat chest had become.

“I’m already bigger than Rose,” she breathed, drawing comparison to her rival. “Maybe even Dani and Gina… And wait long enough, and I’ll be bigger than Carly and Marley!” She broke into a fit of giggles as she imagined that, her own breasts inflated to being even larger than her head. “I can just keep growing and growing, with no end in sight… and when you put a baby in me?” She gulped, shivering with desire. “Then they’ll really grow…”

“Oh, God! Mary!” Nick groaned, and she ignored his small act of blasphemy. It didn’t even pass through her mind that he’d used the lord’s name in vain.

She planned to be shouting that quite a bit in the coming hours.

“You need to get used to this,” she said, bucking her hips to make her chest shake. It felt so natural, like her body was guiding her through the motions needed to properly please her man. “After all, once I’m nice and kn-knocked up… th-then… then I’ll need to pleasure you in other ways, isn’t that right? These big, heavy tits of mine were made to be used… by you… by the other girls… by… by our ch-chiiildreen! OOOH!”

The image of Nick’s babies feeding on her flooded into her mind again, and seconds later her juices flooded the sheets. She’d put so much work into pleasing Nick’s shaft with her breasts, but she’d been the one to reach orgasm first.

And it had been glorious.

“Fuck, Mary, you’re amazing,” Nick groaned. “I can’t wait until you’re fucking pregnant… your body getting bigger, your tits filling up even more… these fucking things…” He reached down and grabbed her chest for himself, partially taking control of the boobjob for a few moments just to show her how to move in the way that would please him more. Mary moaned in approval, appreciating the guiding touch, and got to work on replicating it out of pure lust.

“Give it to me!” She begged. “I need it, your seed… please, not just inside me, I want you to cover me in it! I want you to mark me as yours, your wife, and… and to mark my tits… mark them as yours! They’re all for you, Nick, please!”

The raw desire and love oozing from her voice pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t help it, she was completely right! He loved her huge breasts, he loved what they symbolized. He loved how much she loved him, how much she desired his children. He wanted to claim them as his in every way possible.

He reached his limit in seconds. Instead of trying to draw out the pleasure, he just wanted to succumb to it. What was he even trying to hold out for? It wasn’t like this was a one-time thing. Mary was his, and he was hers; they could repeat this every night together for the rest of their lives.

Nick lunged up and grabbed her shoulders, and thrust into her titpussy with all his might. In the heat of the moment, he felt like he was pounding into the real thing, that she really could get pregnant from him spraying inside her.

“Cumming!” He moaned, feeling her lock down on him so tightly he couldn’t even pull out. He flooded her chest with an ocean of semen, but he couldn’t even see it; she kept it all locked up tightly inside, until-

GOOSH!

Mary’s grip on her boobs slackened for just a moment, but that was enough. A stream of white erupted from her loosened cleavage, spraying her right in the face. One spurt became two, then another five, as she was hosed down with his seed.

Nick gasped and twitched, his vision fading in and out. By the time he regained feeling in his legs, he had completely bathed her in white.

Boobjob! +3 VP

Facial! +3 VP

Mary blinked and smacked her lips together. She looked down at her dripping chest and gasped, before smiling slyly.

“Oh, wow… you really let it out, huh?” She giggled, pulling back. She had to pry her tits apart to free his shaft, they were practically glued together by his seed. Just the sight of semen spiderwebbing between her boobs got him hard as a rock again, even as he kept spurting out cum onto her body.

Nick wasn’t even close to being done with his wife yet. And Mary felt the same. She licked the semen from her lips and pounced.