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Reform-a-Milf
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 00:31:08 +0000 UTCText only version. For the illustrated version, please refer to the Discord channel included with your member benefits.
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"You sure you want this stuff kid?" the cloak covered man in the alley asks you, your heart beating in intense anticipation as he pulls out a small pouch filled to the brim with a powder that emits a soft glow visible even through the cloth "Pretty potent stuff, one poof and you are left completely at the whims of your thoughts" he grins as he rubs the pouch in front of your eyes "Yeah yeah dude whatever, you want my cash or do you want me to go buy it off someone else?" you complain, tired of his dumb warnings, you know what you’re buying otherwise you wouldn’t have met up with what definitely has to be the shadiest dealer you’ve seen or will see around town "Fine that's $600, cash only" you squint in economic pain at his words, regrettably pulling the bills out of your wallet as you do so, Derek is going to have some goddamn explaining to do when you get back to his house.
"Here’s your stupid drug dude" you carelessly throw the pouch of powder onto the coffee table, standing over Derek who’s too busy browsing his phone to care "That cost me 600 dollars you better have a good reason for sending me out there" you cross your arms, still saddened to have departed with a full weeks worth of work "I’ll pay you back don’t make a fit a bout it" he answers back while carefully examining the thing with a frown "More importantly, you didn’t get any on you right? This thing is dangerous, and that dealer didn’t seal it right" Derek looks up at you as he puts the pouch down with expectant eyes, you huff in annoyance as you examine every bit of your hands to find only a few glimmering specks on your right palm, where you held the pouch on the way home "Nah, all clean" whatever, not like it’s going to hurt you. His expression shifts to relief at your answer "Great, so you know what it does right?" you nod, having already gotten the general idea from all the PSA’s from the government. The powder had become such a global problem that they started teaching safety precautions for it at your high-school.
"Okay so here’s the plan, you know William’s Mom?" you frown at that "Mrs. Johnson? Who doesn’t? She’s a total MILF dude, she has an insane build for her age" you unknowingly seal your fate as the word leave your larynx, a tingling sensation spreading from the tip of your neck down to your legs. You shift awkwardly at the sensation hoping it wears off, paying no mind as it spreads through your body, melting unnecessary musculature from your arms, shifting the shape of your shoulders, redistributing some of your excess fat to your lower body as your hip bones crack and spread wide enough to fit a child’s head through them retroactively accentuating your now narrow waist "Well she may be a looker now but think about how she looked when she was around our age! She must have been a total knock out in her prime!" you place your hands around your child-birthing hips as you are unable to believe what is coming out of your friend’s mouth "Man…you don’t get it Derek, she’s beautiful because her age gave her those curves, I doubt she was much back then. Have you seen her ass? You can practically place things on it like a shelf, do you think some senior girl is going to have a shelf of an ass like that?!" the words deliver a direct hit to his viewpoint while you remain unaware of how much rounder your own lower body is getting as fat migrates in large quantities into your butt, your new leggings expanding out around the shape of your bottom as it grows rounder, each particle of adipose fat pushing it out of your frame as it develops into a lovely bubble butt "The plushness that comes with her age is what’s so good about her dude you are going to ruin that" you argue with Derek as you shift your dumpy around causing a strain on your legs from the sheer mass they are asked to prop up, forcing your thighs to expand out in response to the strain as each one quickly fills out with pure plushy goodness until your legs can’t help but rub into each other even when you are standing in place, a heat runs between them as the front of your crotch flattens and your lower body is left with an ass fat enough to turn heads whenever you walk down the neighborhood.
"Okay you may have a point there, but her tits must still be huge, that’s just genetics" you shake your head at his response before you plop down onto the couch next to him, the cushion molding around your wide curves as you sink down the couch far more than your body is used to "You are wrong dude, she’s had like three kids now remember? That kind of thing changes your body man, I doubt her tits were that big in her younger years" you arch your back as you explain basic biology to Derek, getting into a comfortable position as your hoodie bulges at the front, making your nipples press up against the tank top underneath and earning a slight blush from you as the sensation rocks your through your nerves "Mm~ sorry, this thing is tight" you whimper out ashamed of having the young man hear your sounds of pleasure while your hands trail down your hoodie, feeling up the growing tent around your chest as they look for the source of your discomfort "I’m going to unzip it, it doesn’t bother you right?" you kindly ask the pretty boy as he gives you a confirmatory shake. With his comfort secured, the zipper is quickly pulled down its track, freeing up a sea of rippling cleavage to the world as your hefty bust bounces into freedom. Each melon sized tit wobbling into place under your tank top as you pull the hoodie aside "Finally, I could barely breathe in that thing" you smile in satisfaction as you shimmy your tank top into place, intentionally giving Derek a jiggle and a better view at your creamy bulging skin, covered only partially by the brown locks of hair flowing over it.
"You are still going through with it?" you ask him as you stand up from the couch, your chest jiggling without the inhibitions of the hoodie, doing a perfect job of drawing Derek’s clouded gaze to its rippling jelly-like surface "Yeah, thank you for the uhm, adult perspective Ms. Owens, but I’m going to send her back to her prime no matter what" he responds with clear confidence, as if he didn’t stare at your jiggling cleavage with a bit of drool dripping out of his mouth, boys could just be such hypocrites sometimes "Hmmm No need to be so stubborn about it, lookie here" you smile devilishly with your gloss covered lips as you give your upper body a bounce, sending your weight forward and swaying your milky udders as you give him a view down your cleavage, your massive jugs threatening to spill over at any moment as Derek’s gaze locks on to them and a very welcome tent forms in his pants.
"It seems someone likes what he sees~" you purr out as you approach him with a predatory gait to your hips that shows off every curve of your jiggly experienced body, the couch creaking under your shared weight as you move to pin down the young man "Why don’t you give this lonely woman some of your time, and then we’ll see if you still want to make our neighbor younger no?~" you pull his awe struck face into your cleavage, drowning your newest prey into a vast sea of tittyflesh as you rub yourself into his tent "You are going to forget all about her baby~" your words intoxicate his mind as his hips start to hump your clothed body with a furious need to get into you, his plan and the powder completely forgotten under your assault. You laugh a bit at his needy movements, it was just so easy to capture the boys in this neighborhood, a little jiggle here, a small top there, and you could always get your fill of fresh meat for the day.
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I figured it was some time ago since I did a more straight forward MtF story so I got to work on this story set within the world of fan-favorite "Need me a goth girl for valentines" : )
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