Just a heads up, this is a part one. The bit where Ted fully becomes Tanya and gets knocked up by her wife Diana is continued on story option 1 below. This whole two episodes was originally over 9k words. Figured it would be better for reading if I broke it up. I hope you all enjoy.
Ted Kincade was frustrated.
It was bad enough that they couldn't go to the game itself due to his issues with large crowds and sound sensitivities, but some drunk asshole had to knock out the power last night. So far, the news had not talked about the results of the game or any college sport really. Currently, it had been focused on a huge orgy that had started on the highway.
At first, he ignored the strangeness, still hyper focused on whatever project that had been driving him. Unfortunately, His frustration pulled his attention into a bunch of other thoughts.
For starters, he realized that some might find his annoyance to be odd given his son wasn’t a player on the team. Hell, he wasn’t even a cheerleader. Though he knew that if Lisa had her way, Ethan would be on the team in no time at all. She had already been helping him build up more strength and stamina on the weekends. Ethan was still pretty lanky and thin, but they were starting to get some tangible results.
And it wasn’t like Ethan would be against it. Ted was almost positive his son was really his ‘daughter’. ‘She’ had just not realized it yet.
Something else Ted could relate to after a fashion.
Point was, Ethan was nothing but a gopher. But it still would have been nice to at least be supportive in spirit even if they wouldn’t have been likely to catch a glimpse of Ethan on TV.
Then there was the question of whether the Minotaurs even won. If they lost, they would be depressed, maybe take it out on Ethan a little. Ultimately, Ted’s son could have used that as a way to escape to the Cheerleader’s bus. Sure they would joke about his ‘girly’ attitude or some other shitty 80s cliche short of being homophobic, but Ethan could weather that.
If they won, it would be worse.
A win would be worse. He knew it. Brad and Greg were just worse forms of their fathers. A pair of assholes that Ted himself had to deal with in his own time in college. It was like history repeating itself.
The guys would party. They would drink. They would tease and torment. Just the sheer volume of pure toxic masculinity unleashed. They would blame testosterone. But while that hormone can cause a person to be more aggressive, testosterone alone does not an asshole make. And neither he, nor Diana, not Lisa, or even the cheerleader coach Katlyn Myers could do anything to stop them. The damn dean babied those little bastards. It really was like a living 80s movie in the worst of ways.
“What was I working on again?” He asked out loud. Somewhere, he had started messing with an old RC car project from back when Ethan was five. What he was sure of was that he ended up 'reinventing the wheel’ as it were. Raising the efficiency of the radio pick up? Or was it something about the torque differential to maximize battery life and optimize the performance of tackling rough terrain? At one point in the process, he ended up starting to add some transforming options after he did gain a fifteen percent boost in energy efficiency.
But the core of whatever he had been doing was lost in the derailed trains of thought.
With a grunt, he looked back up at the news as was greeted by heavily censored images of women fucking in the middle of a highway. Women that were thick, with tits at least the size of their head. While the news report droned on, he could catch the muted sounds of mooing.
His cock stirred, a large bulge growing between his legs.
Quickly, he grabbed his laptop and changed to a different program. Within a few seconds of typing and reworking filters through the connections between his laptop, the tv, the cable feed, and the news’ own data, he had easily cleaned up most of the censorship blurs. Not every shot was so easily restored. Seemed there were at least two editors that worked on the footage, one that knew what they were doing and one that didn’t. But it was enough to see that these were, in fact, cowgirls.
Real life
Bimbofied
Lactating
COWGIRLS!
He was even able to turn up the sound a bit to hear some of the lustful cries. Focusing one a shot in the background, Ted watched as a man grew large tits, his ass and hips tearing his pants wide open before he bent over for a sexy as hell bull who wasted no time in railing HER.
He didn’t care too much about the words of the anchors, though it mostly boiled down to a sanitized version of ‘there was a sudden outbreak of a bimbo cowgirl orgy on the highway’.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Diana wouldn’t mind at all. She knew what he was about. Given how horny she had been recently, she might even just sit on his lap. For now though, while he stroked his dick with one hand, he worked quickly to isolate probable causes.
While he lacked a lot of direct info, a little hacking got him into the New mainframe and some of their sources. It was surprising how shitting their security on their Slack accounts were. The last known info from one of their sources was one of their researchers had been out there and listening to the radio. The last communication had devolved into nothing but horny sexting at the end of it. But he, or rather she, had been able to at least upload the footage used.
With that info in hand, Ted was able to search the radio waves themselves. And it really didn’t take long.
In fact, the image on his screen shifted. Odd. It seemed sending the radio waves through the tv included video? A live feed of the radio show in question began to stream. A woman with huge milky tits, a pair of modified headphones to wrap around her horns and bovine ears, and a playful smile bounced into view. Her radio mic hung just to the right of her as she spoke.
His eyes were glued to her tits for a moment. Not only did he feel the desire to suckle the thick milk clearly dripping from the swollen teats, Ted felt a jealousy that he didn’t have tits like those bubble up from deep inside her.
”Hope y’all are having fun, Lactation Nation! So, apparently there’s a big ol’ nothing going on on the highway- any of y’all hear about a cowgirl orgy about a mile up? Not saying who to thank for that, but you’re welcome!”
The bubbly, sultry DJ bounced about as she professed her joyful guilt over the traffic jam she caused.
”Soooo, since everyone’s gonna be taking it easy for the next, like… few hours? I figured we could do a call-in segment! Anyone who wants to talk to the tits behind the microphone, just call this number…”
Ted typed out the number into her phone app. Trouble was, her headphones with built-in mic was buried under all the junk on his coffee table.
”And would you look at that, our first caller! And I haven’t even announced what the segment is about yet! Well, welcome on to…”
While she searched for the damn thing, some guy… no woman, given the voice was actively changing during the call, ranted about problems. Ted tuned the soon to be cock hungry bimbo cowgirl out.
But the call was having an effect on her.
Nothing to do with her personal identity though. That was another matter entirely and in fact was part of what she wanted to talk about with DJ Cowtits. The tingling in her nipples and the sensation of her pants getting tight around her thighs and ass, however, was definitely a result of the ongoing rant. Well, it was progressing more into encouragement from ‘Doctor Cowtits, relationship healer’ for Mike, now Mindy, to eat out her wife, among other delightfully lewd suggestions.
By the time she had tracked down the headphones and set them up, the call was done.
Ted hit dial and hoped for the best.
A ring. She watched the woman on the screen reach over and press a button.
The line picked up.
“You reached Doctor Cowtits, apparently this is going to be a relationship hour, so what can I do you for?”
The emphasis on the DJ’s words was dripping with innuendo. The sensation of heat between her legs almost distracted Ted. “I…”
“Oh, a voice scrambler? Security a concern dear? Or just not wanting anyone to recognize your voice? Don’t worry! The Doc has you.”
The woman on the screen moved her arms about, squeezing and jostling her tits. The sounds filling Ted’s ears were almost comical with the bounces and sloshes. Likely an effect to play the picture she saw on the screen through sound alone.
“There you go. Speak again, sweety.”
As Ted spoke, she felt her throat shift and constrict. The voice that came out was sultry and soft. Her own cock rose up, dripping precum down her turgid shaft. “I… oh god… mmm… pl…. please, to-tone… tone it down a … little… I…” She couldn’t stop vocalizing, even if just making half words and moaning. The effect of her new voice made her cock throb harder and harder, until a gush of cum blasted up. Several thick ropes of spunk splattered over the spread of parts on the coffee table.
She whimpered and her nipples tingled.
“Oops! You’re right. Just a bit too much. Though it sounds like you needed that, dear.”
A slight shift in her throat and Ted tested out her voice again with a few ‘ah ah’ and ‘oooo’s. “Oh… mmm. Yes, that does feel better.”
“Wonderful. I might be all about the fun sexy times, but I’m already getting the feeling that you are going to be so much more respectful than the last horny bimbo I talked to.”
The giggle tickled every sensitive part of Ted. But she had the self control that she had trained through years of being the lover of a cheerleader turned sexy MILF. “Right. Um. Honestly I have so many questions. But I know you don’t have all day to answer even half of them.”
The DJ’s voice softened with agreement before returning to its bubbly tone.
“You’re right, and I can tell you’re the sort that loves learning and discoveries. But let's keep it to one main question, k?”
Ted couldn’t help but nod. “Agreed. This will take a little set up to explain though. Let me start by saying there are only three things I love more than anything else in this whole world: My wife, my s… no… let's be honest, my daughter, and my intellect.”
“Well, the first two are very expected for the sort of loving wife you are, Tanya.”
The name sent a reverberation through Tanya’s body. Her form subtly changed to match her soul a little more than a second ago. Her hair grew a little longer and her skin less rugged. Her nutsack pulled up against her body while her lips puffed out just a little. Even her eyes gained a some extra brightness to them.
“But the last is a curious detail. Tell me more, dear.”
Tanya resisted the urge to start stroking her cock. More so, to press her fingers against her taint, right where a pussy should be. Instead, she focused on the entire reason for the call. “As you already have figured out, I’m a trans woman. Have been for more than twenty years. I don’t know if my gender identity has always been that or if it sort of shifted and grew over time. Ultimately, I had to decide which goal I could focus on: Being the woman I always wished I was or becoming the tech specialist I dreamed of being. It didn’t help that I had issues with anxieties and over-stimulation. The image of the woman I wanted to be was outgoing to the max. A nature I could not force myself to become.”
Admitting the truth out loud for the first time since sharing it with her wife the night before they were married had calmed the heat that had been building from everything she had been seeing and hearing for the last ten or more minutes.
The image of DJ Cowtits, in her ‘smart girl glasses’ and white lab coat, and nothing else, had stopped bouncing around. Her hands were gently folded in front of her and the look on her face was of patience and attentiveness. Not even any therapist Tanya had known had been so kind.
Granted, all of the ones her parents had set up for her were shitty ones. She was aware there were real and honest ones out there, she just had never had the chance to meet them.
Feeling a little more confident, Tanya continued, “So, instead, I locked that woman away, deep down. And since I couldn’t hyper-focus on being her, my mental energies were turned to my other love: technology. Computer sciences being my main bread and butter. But while many have called me a genius, none of them realized how much of a struggle it was to become one. Coding didn’t come easy. Some computer languages are genuinely confusing. Not to mention that just in the last twenty years, software and programming frameworks have grown and changed so very much. The internet itself is nothing like it was just ten years ago, let alone compared to the days I was in high school.”
“I think I’m starting to see why you say it’s your love. It's a passion built through hard work, sacrifice, and perseverance. Much like a marriage or raising a ch1ld.”
Tanya smiled, nodding again toward the screen. “Exactly! The problem is that the woman I have always dreamed of being? She isn’t just an outgoing ‘life of the party’ sort.” She took a deep breath, feeling her arousal stir again as her voice gained strength to admit her deepest longing. “I want to be a slutty, sexy, lactating, bimbo cowgirl! I want my big Amazon Bull wife to bend me over and breed me! I want to be fucked silly and mooooooo.” Her voice rumbled as she tried to keep her bovine voice low enough not to carry out of the living room. “I… but..” The deep sound in her chest had cause a pressure and minor swelling while the tightness of her pants increased marginally.
“But you’re scared that becoming that milky, sexy, fertile bimbo will rob you of one of your cherished loves, right?”
The admission and returned recognition left Tanya emotionally drained but a little happier. “I don’t care about how big my dick was before. I don’t care about even the money I have earned from the jobs I did, or even the house we have. I could lose it all. But my knowledge, my skills, my hard earned intellect? It’s core to who I am.”
The warm smile on Doctor Cowtits’ face widened playfully as she shifted from ‘therapist’ to her typical ‘chaotic cowgirl’ vibe.
“Well, my soon to be sexy cowgirl sister! Don’t fret your future of big milky tits and all the delicious cock you are going to get railed with! The way I see it, there is more than one way to be a bimbo!”
DJ Cowtits placed her finger beside her glasses and gave them a slight adjustment, clearly trying to look smart. Tanya had a feeling that the DJ knew she could see her.
“Of course, you have your classic bubble brained, cock hungry, cutesy speaking bimbo. Let's call them ‘Type 1’. A lot of folks that want to be bimbos, and especially a few that didn’t, become this type. BUT, there is what I like to call ‘Type 2’. This is where the intellect isn’t drained away, but instead serves in concert with the lust of the Bimbo. Some of the top secretaries I have ever met fit this type. They might even act like a Type 1, but they have sharp minds that work to get what they want. They are well versed in sexual sciences as well. You have these magnificent skills. Imagine if you put them toward not just medical sciences to help doctors find bad things like breast cancer faster, but also can be used for better human and cowgirl health overall. Or maybe you can get into game development. Make something better than the usual spread of life sims and half assed visual novels! Even better than that!? I know you are also savvy with hardware too! Imagine inventing new types of dildos or fleshlights that can, I don’t know get bigger or tighter depending on the need. And I’m just shooting from the hip here! Yes, Tanya, I promise you! You are going to be the smartest bimbo cowgirl. And I don’t mean 'compared to one’. I mean PERIOD! Oh, you can go into heat just like the rest of us, but even if you can’t get a good fuck from your bull, its just going to be frustrating, not brain destroying. Consider it my gift for your long years of good work with your family.”
Just hearing the possibilities, even if some of them didn’t directly interest her or were even viable, were starting Tanya’s engine in a new way. Her hands groped at the small soft swells already growing on her chest. Her pants were still getting tighter little by little.
And then the last statement hit her mind and she calmed down and her hands fell to her lap. “I… I don’t deserve that praise. I was barely there for my sweet girl. I-”
“You were doing what you could. You know what I know. And I know you did some big, important, and very hush hush work for… lets say a few agencies that wanted your big brain. But your family could see you doing your best for them. Other mothers and fathers often drift away with lack of contact. But as you say, both of them are your top loves. It's why you eventually quit. You had to. You saw the line where you’d lose them and that day came where you had to decide between them and a bigger career. I know there is more to the story, but the important thing is you did something amazing. An extraordinary thing that shouldn’t be extraordinary: You chose your family. Your daughter loves you dearly. Your wife has been by your side through so much. You all deserve to be blessed.”
Tanya felt tears falling down her face at the impassioned speech. The woman leaned forward, removing her classes.
“Tell you what I’m going to do. You are going to stay exactly as you are right now. But in a bit, there is going to be a call to action. When you hear it, all your dreams will come true!”
“And how will I know what that call is?” Tanya felt the tingles and changes to her body cease. Her hips were noticeably feminine and the fabric around her thighs was pulled tight. There were definite small tits on her chest and even her cock wasn’t nearly as large as it was before and her balls were nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, the space between the root of her cock and her little puckered asshole was still flat and cleftless.
But that was fine, she could wait. There was already proof of power in this DJ’s words. She could feel the promise settling on her in some intangible, unscientific way.
“Oh, don’t you worry your cute little head, sweetheart. You will know.”
The woman on the screen tossed aside her lab coat, fully naked again.
“Alright sexy sisters and soon to be sexy sisters of the Lactation Nation! That was a great call. Lots of heart and deep feelings. And sweet Tanya will have her big sexy, milk squirting, cum guzzling, womb filling fun soon enough. But for now, things are a little too serious for your’s truly! Feel free to still call if you have requests. The number, in case you missed it, was [xxx-xxx-xxxx]. But for now, how about we spin a sweet track for folks to get those titties sloshing and any cocks rock hard? OH! Wait, Tanya, sweetie? When the call to action cums, what track would you like me to spin out for you?”
Tanya blushed. “It's a bit of an oldie, but it was the song my wife and I first had sex to: Heatwave by Martha and the Vandellas.”
“Ooooooh, a classic of classics and kinda fitting for things going on right now. Love it, love it! But for now, while our sexy future geniuse bimbo waits for her time, I’m going to get the rest of you going hard and wild!”
The woman on the screen looks over for some reason and pouts.
“MMMmmmm, feels like maybe some of you have rudely started nodding off or stopped paying attention when sweet Tanya opened her heart to us. Well, the rude ones are going to get an equally rude wake up call soon. But for the rest… Its showtime!”
The woman took a deep breath and turned on her full DJ energy.
“Yo yo yo it's ya gurl DJ Cowtits here bringin’ y'all the freshest pasturized beats! Awww yeah. It's hot and heavy so grab a fresh cool glass from the fridge and get ready for tunes that'll make ‘em swell! Hey hey don't touch that dial coz next up is a fresh new artist with their hit single ‘Big ‘n Milky’!”
While the music started playing, DJ Cowtits winked at Tanya before the screen turned back to the news. She sat there, hands slowly rising up to her small titties. Tanya cupped them gently and suddenly had a memory, one she knew wasn’t real.
Yet.
She could remember giving birth to her daughter. Her wife by her side. Diana was so much larger than she remembered. Powerful arms held their sweet bundle of joy for a moment before passing little Athena over. The hungry little one didn’t even wait and took hold of Tanya’s large nipple. It was a bit awkward at first, but her newborn daughter was suckling at her breast. Never in her life did she feel so complete then with her wife and her daughter.
Tanya smiled. Somewhere deep down, she knew it wasn’t going to be a fantasy for long. Clearly DJ Cowtits was maybe some kind of god, or a fae, or even like that Q entity from Star Trek. Point was, she had no doubt that Diana would soon become a tall amazonian bull woman and her daughter Athena would follow in Diana’s footsteps.
In the meantime, she just enjoyed listening to more of DJ Cowtits show while she moved aside some of the cum stained circuit boards and wires. Tanya pulled her design app and got to work on something that just came to mind. A dildo with an internal bladder system and frame that would allow a six inch toy dick to swell at least fifty percent bigger. She could probably push twice the size, but that would likely sacrifice internal frame integrity. That or be horrifically expensive.
While she didn’t care about expense when it came to personal projects, if she was going to be a ‘Genius Bimbo Cowgirl’, she needed to think bigger picture. A new class of sex toys specially developed for cowgirls. Sure, she was starting literally small, but it was easier to build a small prototype with what she had in the house. She would start development on a larger model after her Amazon Bull wife railed her silly.
(This next section is to bridge the gap of time. In Angie's own time frame, its before her scene in the previous episode.)
Angie hid in her room. Her brother had already turned into a cowgirl and ran off with her equally bimbofied girlfriend less than an hour ago. Last she saw, both were actually attending the big ass orgy on the highway. Part of why she escaped to her room actually. Her parents had basically switched sexes. Her dad turned into a bimbo the spitting image of her ex-brother while her mother turned into the tallest man she had ever met. She, or rather now ‘he’, had large muscles, strong horns, and a cock nearly length of his thigh while soft.
Angie would have been turned on and maybe even spread her legs from the vision before her… until her brain reminded her these both were her parents.
Suddenly all the sexy heat she had started to feel was doused with a massive bath of cold water on the senses.
Maybe it was a good thing, cause her bra had been starting to get tight.
So, she sequestered herself to her room. It didn’t help with the sounds of two cows rutting a few rooms over, but the walls at least muffled the sound to relatively bearable levels.
Bored at being locked up in her room till she felt it was safe, Angie turned on the radio.
And that was when a now familiar voice began speaking. DJ Cowtits was talking with a woman about being a smart bimbo? Wasn’t that some oxymoron or something? Whatever. She just had to change the station before a song started playing and-
She glared at the dial.
She turned it again. Then the volume. After that, she tried the off switch before unplugging the device all together.
DJ Cowtits noisy tits sloshed around while she threw them about her sound booth in a way that could only be described as ‘boobly’. After a moment, the DJ gave her number. Without noticing what she was doing, Angie wrote it down. All the while she was realizing there was no getting away from the broadcast.
Shit.
“It's hot and heavy so grab a fresh cool glass from the fridge and get ready for tunes that'll make ‘em swell! Hey hey don't touch that dial coz next up is a fresh new artist with their hit single “Big ‘n Milky”!”
Shit shit shit shitshitshit-
The music started up and she found herself laying on her bed, back arched as the arousal returned in force. Her thighs were spread open as her panties rapidly dampened. She gripped the sheets, trying to resist the urge to burning her fingers in her now sopping snatch while ignoring how her bra was getting tighter with each pulsing beat.
English lyrics were sung by a woman whose first language was obviously Spanish. Angie wasn't surprised the subject was tits. As the song went on, lyrics spoke of how the singer's breasts were getting larger, producing more milk. Thicker cream. Copious amounts of lactation blasting from her swollen teats!
And her body followed suit. And not just her tits. Her hips grew, her thighs thickened, and her brain fogged was the voice burrowed into her skull, kissing away her rational thoughts. In seconds, the distinctive snap was followed by her shirt tearing open, the mass of her tits bouncing free and the first dribbles of milk soaking her chest.
She bucked her hips in time with the chorus, each thrust causing them to stretch wider while her ass ballooned up under her. The first pops of threads filled the air before her swelling thighs burst out of her pant legs.
“Muh…” She tried to bite back the moans and grunts her throat wanted to gurgle out. “Mu..uuu… OOoh…” Angle made a valiant attempt to resist the changes. But her body and mind were too far gone. And then the music hit its climax, running fast to the end with a final impassioned repetition of the chorus and title
“BIG”
Angie bucked, her panties snapping off and plopping wetly on the puddle forming under her form all the juices drooling from her cock hungry pussy.
“AND”
Horns popped out of her head and her tail thrust out and twitched with the tingles of her building climax.
“MILKY”
The pressure in her tits and tummy were too much. She couldn’t hold it back any more.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
The sound rumbled through her body, her brain, and her room. The echo sustained her climax. Her pussy squirted then gushed while milk was squeezed out of her tits in thick, creamy sprays.
Angie wasn’t sure if it was seconds, minutes, or even hours until her ass plopped into her soaked mattress, but she was finally released from her lust for at least a moment. Her brain, mush and cotton, rolled around the thought that she had resisted her heat for a reason. Why was that?
The thumping of her parent’s still fucking away brought most of it back.
She sat up, looking at her thick, bimbo cow body. Tits that were already swelling with more milk hovered over her massive thighs. Her bed was an absolute soggy mess of sexual fluids and dairy product.
She was a bimbo cowgirl. Like her damn sister and her fucking mom.
“Yoooo I bet that got ya'll nice and full huh? Well I got some tunes comin’ up that'll turn ya'll into dairy queens! So don't go anywhere ya hear?”
Commercial break advertising breast pumps played, but Angie forced herself to focus. She had been… human, right? Yeah. Her mother was her father and her father was getting fucked silly? Wait… no. That wasn’t right. Damn it. She didn’t have the best school, but she was at least smarter then this.
She was very smart. She new even knew her times tables. Like how many times she could cum in an hour before getting tired.
She giggled softly and then shook off the mental shift.
“NO. I am Angelina Dunn. I just turned 19 last month. I graduated from Dillon High top of my class, for whatever worth a high school diploma had at least… I’m no fucking cock hungry slut. I don’t want to bend over for a huge, virile bull.. I want to be knocked up and milked like a good bimbo!”
She huffed and looked again at her body. She had resisted being asked out for years. She didn’t want her grades to slip. But she had been a horny girl. She had spent more then one night after a long study session just driving herself to climax after climax, biting down on her pillow to keep her family from noticing.
Actually, she still had a dildo just… Ah! Yep, right under her pillow. She gazed at its size.
Wait… it was a bovine dildo. “I… no. I’m not admitting anything,” she said, blushing and realizing her choice and size of toy was practically inviting this transformation.
Before she realized it, her tongue was dragging up the shaft.
“Yo yo yo DJ Cowtits here and that was “Big and Milky”! A track that always makes my girls kick into production overdrive. I'm talkin’ waterfalls here.”
There was a sound clip of rushing water and loud pumping noises. Angie mooed softly, the idea of suckling on DJ Cowtits heavy milkers fogging up her mind again. She wrapped her already plumping lips over the tip of the shaft.
“Hope ya'll ‘re feelin' in the mood for more coz here's a classic track from the Milk Maidens. Yeah I'm talkin’ about “Go! Go! Spray it!” Hope ya'll ain't wearin' good shirts coz they're gonna be soaked after this!”
Angie surprised herself by deepthroating the whole thing. She had never been able to overcome her gag reflex before. Now, she could feel the tip practically touching her rapidly beating heart. She bobbed on it for a few beats before pulling it out and thrusting it into her drooling, needy pussy.
She needed to get this heat under control. She had to… do what? What was it she had to do? There was something wrong with all of this.
After another song, or was it two, and then a whole thing about a sexy as hell sounding bull being encouraged to plow a whole team of cheerleader bimbo cowgirls… like her, Angie was starting to feel her mind come back again.
And then DJ Sexy tits got her attention.
“Alright, Athena, let DJ Cowtits get you MMOOOOOOOOOOOVing right along with a powerful jam to get that blood pumping, those tits producing, your pussy dripping, and your cock throbbing!!! Here is ‘Bolder than a Bull’ by Bessie and the Stampede!”
She whimpered, thrusting the massive dildo into her pussy with greater fervor all over again.
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