Alan, Bob and Bobbie listened to the cheerleader cleaning staff from the other side of the door with mild amusement before Bob said, "That group should end up interesting given what your milk seems to do to people."
"We should check back with them later, I'm certainly curious too...", Alan said with a smirk, then she let out a giggle as she felt a kick in her swollen belly. "Oh! It kicked.", she said happily. She couldn't quite get hear head around saying 'my baby kicked', but she was still overcome with the event.
Bob nodded agreement and slung his backpack over his shoulder, "I guess I should get a room...", he said.
Following behind them was Bobbie, who was deep in thought about just how the heck she got where she was, and more disturbingly, why she wanted to have sex with her male, alternate-dimension doppelganger so badly. Her feline tail swished nervously and she watched with an uncomfortable jealousy as Bob helped the pregnant Alan up the stairs from the foyer. As they reached the top of the stairs, Alan turned left and said, "Bob, my room is this way, I'm sure there is an empty one near there."
Bob nodded and followed behind her, slinging his backpack confidently. Bobbie paused and looked at them in confusion, since her room was to the right at the top of the stairs. She wanted to follow Bob and hopefully get him alone for some...personal time, but she wanted to try and grab some new clothes from her room. She said, "My room is this way, I'll come find you in a couple minutes."
"Okay Bobbie...", Alan said with a smile, also hopeful to get some alone time with Bob, especially if he was going to change her some more. She reached back to grab his hand and did a fake stumble to get Bob closer. He jumped forward to steady her as she hoped and she pressed her shoulder into his side. "Thanks...", she said happily.
Bobbie walked down the now familiar hallway until she reached her room. Opening the door, she saw a strange, unfamiliar landscape greeting her. Bobbie didn't know that the layout of the rooms in each dimension was completely random, and what was her room in her home house dimension was in fact something completely different. She fought against some cobwebs as she looked in the room, and then she stepped in with a glazed look on her face...the door slammed shut behind her.
Alan guided Bob to an empty room and they walked in to see a comfortable king sized bed. Bob set his backpack down and then he looked back at Alan, who sat down seductively on the bed. "Like what you see?", Alan said playfully.
"Nice room...", Bob said, totally missing Alan's intent. "...what do you want to do now?"
Alan rolled her eyes and said, "Well...we have a little time before Bobbie gets back." Her hormones were on overdrive with her sudden pregnancy, and she had come to the realization she was getting more and more horny the more time she spent with Bob. What she didn't know was that she had been under the influence of Bob's backpack, who was filling her head with all sorts of biological thoughts. She gave him a flirty look and said, "You want to make by boobs bigger again?", then shook her delightfully large tits at him.
Bob blushed and said, "Uh, yeah...that would be pretty cool."
"Well?", Alan asked.
Bob caught the hint this time and he smiled and said, "K-cups." Alan gasped as she felt her chest respond and start to grow even larger, the sexy black dress adjusting to hold them. Alan felt an electric chill of excitement as the magical dress altered her body at Bob's command. Bob smirked and added, "Lacy black thong...and nothing else.", as he wanted to get a better view. The dress melted away and slid down her body until Alan was only wearing a lacy black thong. Her huge boobs settled down onto her swollen belly and her already erect nipples clenched further, causing a small dribble of milk to trickle down the underside of each breast.
Alan's arousal was getting to a point where it was almost constant reminder of how girly she was now, he pussy was damp and her breasts were on fire. She tried to fight through the strange thought that she wanted to get to know Bob in a more biological way, knowing that some relief from her horniness would follow. "So...uh...Bob. Have you ever had sex with a pregnant woman before?", she finally asked.
"Well...actually...no.", Bob said. He looked at her like a weight had dropped away, the hot Alan wanted to do it...he didn't have to keep making up smalltalk to dance around the subject. "I'd sure be interested to try..." Alan smiled and slid back onto the bed, then struggled with her belly getting into any acceptable position, until she rolled over and got onto her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Bob happily crawled onto the bed and shifted into a position behind her. Seeing the thong, Bob smirked and said, "Silver choker necklace...nothing else." The thong dissolved and slit up between her cleavage until Alan was wearing a tight silver choker chain around her neck. Bob wasn't paying attention to that, he was eyeing Alan's now bare pussy and shapely ass. As Bob put his hands on Alan's hips and started to shift into position to pleasure Alan properly, there was a loud cracking sound from the doorway. The sound jolted both Bob and Alan's brains and they both looked over to see what caused it.
What they both saw was Bobbie with a stern look on her face. She was still part catgirl with feline ears and tail, but she was wearing a tight, black leather corset that pinched her waist down to possibly 20 inches. The corset pushed her tits up and together to create an astounding amount of cleavage, and also revealed her nipples, which were right above the top of the corset. She was wearing tall, black leather boots that had four inch heels, and went up to mid-thigh and laced up on the sides. Black leather panties and a heavy leather garter belt were visible around her waist, but what drew their attention was the large dildo that was hanging at her left hip. It looked like it buckled to the garter and between her legs, but she wore it with only a single buckle so it dangled like a sheathed sword. In Bobbie's right hand was a heavy leather riding crop, and both of their attention was immediately drawn to it as she slapped the riding crop in her hand...which was apparently the source of the first sound they heard.
Bobbie scowled and said, "Bob, did I GIVE you permission to fuck Alan?"
"Uh...", Bob said, confused and suddenly unsure of what he had been intending to do. Bobbie slapped the riding crop in her hand again and caused both Alan and Bob to jump a little. "...no...I guess you didn't." Bobbie made the slapping sound once again, and it echoed in their ears in an unnatural way, before Bob added, "...I'm sorry ma'am."
Bobbie pointed to a heavy leather chair in the corner facing the bed and frowned saying, "Get over there...". She nodded approval as Bob quickly scrambled off the bed and jumped into the chair like a scolded puppy. As Alan started to crawl off the bed to get into a more comfortable seated position, Bobbie turned back and said, "Alan...don't you dare move. I'm not done with you." Alan was going to tell Bobbie to calm down, but she was cut off with another slap of the riding crop. Unsure of what to do, she stayed where she was, with her ass in the air and baring her pussy at Bobbie. Alan couldn't see well enough to know what was going on, but there was an awkward silence as Bobbie fastened her strap on dildo into place, then she felt Bobbie crawl onto the bed.
"Uh...Bobbie...what are you...?", Alan started to ask when she felt the riding crop smack her on her bare ass cheek. She suddenly stopped speaking, for fear of angering the mistress...er...Bobbie. She felt Bobbie reach around and grab her right wrist and pull it around behind her. Alan didn't resist, out of uncertainty, but then she fell forward, her face pushing into the bed when Bobbie grabbed her left wrist also and expertly handcuffed her wrists behind her back with a pair of chrome handcuffs that she kept on the back of her garter.. Alan tried to protest, but she had to push her face down into the sheets to keep as much of her weight as possible off of her swollen belly.
"Bob!", shouted Bobbie. "Alan doesn't look very comfortable. Make her tits big enough so that she has a soft cushion to rest on." Bob had been confused and mesmerized by whatever as going on...under whatever spell the slap of the riding crop had put him under. However, he understood the order and was eager to see Alan's tits that big as well...so he quickly commanded the dress to make Alan's tits swell up to the size of beach balls. Alan's torso was quickly pushed up in the air until her face was no longer pressing into the sheets...it was shoved into her own squished cleavage instead. Bobbie nodded with satisfaction as she saw the gigantic squished boobs pushing out on either side of Alan, and then put her hands on Alan's hips. "So, Alan...what do you want me to do?"
Alan said meekly, "Have sex with me...?" Bobbie gave her a sharp, but not painful slap on the rear with the riding crop, indicating that she was not pleased with the response.
"Ask me properly...", Bobbie said sternly.
"Will you...um...please have sex with me?", Alan said meekly...gaining another sharp smack on the rear.
"You're forgetting the most important part..."
Alan's mind raced, she was displeasing Bobbie and she knew it...but she didn't know what. She wasn't even sure why she was letting Bobbie treat her like she was, but for some reason it seemed like the right thing to do. Then it struck her, and she added, "Mistress Bobbie." Bobbie nodded with satisfaction and slid into position behind Alan. She let out a gasp of pleasure as she felt the huge dildo push into her.
Her hips began to grind in rhythm as Bobbie thrust into her, and she heard Bobbie say, "Bob...I want you to make a change to Alan's character sheet. I want you to write down in the right spot that Alan can only orgasm when commanded to do so." Alan gasped when she heard that, the thought that Bob was going to change her overcame the uncertainty of her current situation. She looked over and saw Bob obediently scribbling on her character sheet. Once Bob put the sheet down, Bobbie nodded with satisfaction, and said, "That's a good pet...Bob...as a reward, I want you to make one sexy change to Alan that you want to make...anything goes as long as she stays my plaything afterwards."
Happy to suddenly be able to do whatever he wanted...as opposed to the rest of the day when he could do whatever he wanted...Bob grabbed Alan's character sheet and eyed it intently to figure out what to do...his eyes drifting up to look at the catgirl Bobbie's thrusting eagerly into Alan's pussy. Finally one of his favorite ideas popped into his head and he began to scribble on Alan's sheet as a happy smile crossed his lips.
On the bed, Alan's skin began to darken to a pure, black color...like polished obsidian. Her ears lengthened to sharp points as her hair lightened to a silvery white. Bob smiled as Alan became one of his favorite fantasy races...a hot dark elf. Surprisingly, Alan's belly shrank noticeably, as being eight months pregnant to an elf meant that she wasn't even half way through a normal gestation.
Bobbie...since she was also Bob...approved of the change and she continued pleasuring Alan eagerly. All Alan could see was her own cleavage, so she knew her skin had changed color. As well as Alan knew Bob's writing tastes, she easily guessed what happened to her. She didn't have time to ponder that before Bobbie said, "Alan, I want you to cum." Alan's brain exploded with a mind numbing orgasm. As Alan was orgasming, Bobbie quickly unbuckled the large dildo and left it inside Alan's pussy, and slid off the bed to face Bob. She fought a moment's confusion as she looked at him and wanted to have a friendly bit of biological fun with him...before her stern look returned and she slapped her riding crop in her hand. "Bob...get over here...", she demanded.
Bob slid out of the chair and started to walk over, before Bobbie commanded him to crawl over to her. He was still finding the whole situation strange, but he hesitantly got on his knees and crawled over to Bobbie. "What can I do for you...uh...Mistress Bobbie."
"Well Bob...you've been a good boy...but it's time for you to stop watching and to start getting in on the fun." Bobbie said with a haughty smirk. She became aware of Alan coming down from her climax, and she looked over saying, "...Alan, I want you to climax again...", causing Alan to cry out as her body shook wildly and rolled around on her gigantic tits. Bobbie nodded, then looked back at Bob before saying, "Bob...go lift Alan up so she's kneeling, then I want you to suck on her tits. Take a real good suck and make sure you swallow it all."
Looking a little pale, Bob said, "...but...you know what...her milk...", before he was cut off by another slap of the riding cop he looked down and sighed, then crawled over to the bed. He carefully eased Alan to her knees on the bed, so that her giant tits stood out proudly...almost defying gravity for their sheer size...which they were doing since Bob had slipped that effect in when he changed her into a dark elf. Alan was orgasming a third time, since Bobbie had commanded it.
Nervously, Bob crawled around in front of the kneeling Alan and he placed his lips around one of her erect black nipples and began to suck...
Fri Apr 09 23:37:47 2010