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Glutton
🕑 Added 2021-02-03 22:02:34 +0000 UTCAnother surprise story! This one is for b-ridge for their help on another matter. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
Linda sat with her tea raised to her lips. She blew the steam slowly before taking a sip and setting the cup down on the table beside its lid. The coffee shop was quiet this late in the afternoon and she enjoyed the serenity it offered. Her hand tapped and then caressed the golden cross at her neck and she smiled, content with her happy little life.
A little bell tingled over the door but Linda simply lifted her tea again for another sip.
"Sorry, I'm a little late," a woman said beside her.
"Oh, you're fine, Joan," Linda said with another smile. She bounced her crossed leg briefly while her friend pulled a chair back.
"What's in the box?" Joan asked, leaning to peek into the clear plastic corner of a box sitting on their table.
"A sheet cake for little Teddy's birthday party," Linda answered. "Bill and I are going later tonight. I drew the lot for getting a cake. I wanted to make it by scratch but Teddy is obsessed with the ones from the store. It has a video game he likes and was apparently begging Judy for it for a month."
The woman waved her hand with a frown before patting her tightly coiffed hair.
"I refused to make one with video games on it so I bought it instead," Linda said with a vague smile. "I didn't want to disappoint and I thought it was the lesser sin."
"Oh, I'm sure it would've been fine, Linda," Joan said while trying to hide her exasperation. She loved her friend dearly but she was an incredible prude at times. "Is it the one with the green square men? Kids make things in that game; it's not just violence."
"Well," Linda said with finality, putting the subject aside.
"Oh, my drink is ready, I'll be right back," Joan said when a barista called her name.
The woman popped up and Linda watched for a moment before taking another sip of her green tea. Unsugared with just a hint of a flavor, just the way she liked it.
"And?" Joan said when she returned, handling her drink carefully while sitting once more. "What about you two? Have you and Bill given any more thought towards your own kids?"
"Well, of course we want children," Linda answered. She patted her trim belly beneath the table. Her mother-in-law worried that she might be too slim but she knew it would be fine. She wanted five, maybe six of them. She dreamed of it sometimes - little children running around while she baked and made the house ready for Bill to come home. "We leave it up to God, as always."
"Well, not just God, I hope," Joan asked with a little smile.
"Joan Edwards!" Linda snapped, admonishing her friend.
"Sorry, sorry," Joan sighed. "I didn't mean anything by it."
A patron in a booth to their side stood. Linda glanced over and her expression hardened. The other woman wore fishnet stockings with a black skirt that barely covered her. Worse, the ripped white shirt she wore showed a large amount of skin and a pierced belly button. And now that Linda looked, she saw more piercings - two lip rings and a septum ring in addition to the earrings she wore.
"Whore," Linda whispered with her hand touching the cross she wore. Her eyes followed the girl as she walked to the trash can.
The girl froze and swiveled on the heels of her boots.
"What the fuck did you call me?" she asked while stalking over to Linda's table. "Bitch, what'd you call me?"
Linda frowned fiercely at the girl, clenching her cross in her hand.
"I'm sorry," Joan said, pleading with the girl. "I'm sure she didn't-"
"I'm not talking to you," the girl snapped. Her eyes locked onto Linda. "You think you can sit there and judge me? Hiding behind your brainwashed faith? You don't know a damned thing about true faith."
The girl leaned into the table, planting her hands on the sides.
"You-" the girl started to say but she snapped her head back when Linda spat at her.
"Linda!" Joan gasped.
"Filth," Linda hissed.
The girl wiped the glob of spit from her cheek. And then she laughed while flicking it to the ground. Her right hand snaked out to grab Linda's wrist and her knuckles whitened when Linda tried to pull away from her. Obsidian flooded the girl's eyes and Linda kicked back in her chair with a shout.
"You reap what you sow," the girl growled. Red marks appeared on Linda's wrist, outlining the girl's fingers. Finally, the girl tossed the contents of her cup at Linda, soaking her in the remains of cold black coffee. "Filth you say, filth you are. Your words and hate have meaning in this world and it's time someone held you accountable for all of it."
Finally, the girl let go and Linda slammed back into a beam behind her, massaging her wrist while the girl threw her trash away and gathered her backpack from her booth. A crowd of curious people gathered while Joan grabbed paper tissues to try and help dry her friend.
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Linda balanced the sheet cake on her arm, away from her blouse while unlocking the front door of her house. Her cheeks burned red but she refused to look down at herself. Her bra was vaguely outlined through the material and she'd had to walk through the coffee shop under everyone's eyes before she could get to her car.
She stomped inside and set the cake down on the counter in her kitchen before struggling out of her blouse. After only a moment's hesitation, she pushed the pedal for her trash can and tossed the blouse inside. It was tainted now and she'd never wear it again, even if she could get the stains out. She pressed a fist against her taut belly. Stress from the encounter gnawed at her backbone.
Swallowing hard to keep the bile down, she went into her bathroom and into her deep walk-in closet to find a new shirt. Her stomach churned and, once clothed, she went back to the kitchen to find her antacids, chewing them while looking around her house. She needed something to do to keep her mind from what happened. Her wrist still ached from where that demon had touched her.
Cleaning it is, then, she told herself with a tight nod.
Her vacuum was stored in the hallway closet. She retrieved it and began her daily ritual of putting the house back in order while her stomach continued to twist itself into knots.
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"I'm home!" Bill called from the entryway as he closed the door behind him. "How much time do I have until the birthday party?"
Orange streaks littered the dark sky as dusk settled upon the world. The house was quiet and Bill looked into the kitchen while his forehead creased.
"Linda, honey, are you there?" Bill asked. He shrugged out of his jacket before setting it on the hook by the door. "The birthday party? I picked up a set of little toy trucks."
Linda came into the living room with a yawn before grimacing and touching her stomach.
"It started over an hour ago, Bill," Linda told him. She yawned again but went to her toes and kissed his cheek. "But, anyway, I don't feel very well so I called ahead and told them we couldn't make it. Why don't you get comfortable and I'll start dinner?"
"Okay, love," he said while struggling with his tie.
She left him to walk back into the kitchen and only then did she see the cake. With a sharp tsk and a shake of her head, she took the box and dropped it into the trash can where it jutted out sharply, holding the lid open. She felt slightly bad that she wasn't there to provide an important part of the birthday but not too much due to the theme of the cake itself.
"I'm sure his mother will make do with what she has," she told herself while grabbing a bag of chicken and a mix of vegetables.
When the chicken was far enough along, she added seasoning and the vegetables. She breathed deeply and the knot in her belly loosened making her realize how hungry she was. Linda sniffed a few times and touched the corner of her mouth to dab at a spot of drool.
A smart speaker played pre-recorded hymns from her church as she worked, tidying the kitchen in between cooking. She'd fallen asleep earlier, shortly after vacuuming. Now she was behind in chores and would need to work extra tomorrow.
With the food almost finished, she found herself unable to wait and she snatched a piece of chicken, juggling it from one hand to the other and back again until it was cooled. She popped the chicken into her mouth and fished out a large carrot next, once more waiting until it was cool to eat. A piece of broccoli followed and she grunted when it burned her tongue. Linda wiped at another spot of drool just at the corner of her mouth before spearing another chunk of chicken on the tines of a fork. She barely waited and found herself breathing from her mouth while trying to chew the burning piece of food.
"Food smells great, honey!" Bill said, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass and a bottle of wine. "Is it almost ready?"
"Mmhmm!" Linda said, waving a hand in front of her face while trying to swallow her food. "Almost! I'll plate you if you have a seat at the dinner table."
He kissed her cheek and she tilted her head for it. As he walked to the dining room, she grabbed a plate to pile on the food. She frowned at it and added more. And then another scoop when her stomach rumbled. The woman licked her grease-smeared shiny lips to clean them as she stared at the food. She set the plate aside for herself and made another plate with two scoops of food for her husband. Before bringing them into the dining room, she grabbed a succulent piece of chicken from her husband's plate to munch on.
Bill stared at the larger plate and then up at his wife when she set it before her chair while giving him the smaller one. He opened his mouth but then thought better of it and closed it again.
"I'll say grace," Linda said, bowing her head with her hands together.
Bill bowed his head as well with his hands before him.
"Bless us, Oh Lord, for these, thy gifts, for which we are about to receive," Linda said as drool beaded from her bottom lip. She swallowed but another drop formed and grew before falling down to her chin. "From thy bounty through Christ, Our Lord, Amen."
"Amen," Bill echoed. He grabbed his napkin, unfolding it before placing it on his lap. He glanced up afterwards to see his wife scraping the plate with her fork in a rush to scoop food into her mouth with her head bent. "Hungry today? I hope you aren't skipping breakfast and lunch! You know that's not good for you, honey."
Linda froze and sat back. She blinked several times rapidly as if recalibrating her thoughts and then slowly brought the fork to her mouth, chewing purposefully before swallowing. Once the bite was finished, she lowered the fork and took her napkin, shaking it open with a snap to lay it on her lap. And then, she very carefully took the fork to continue eating.
Midway through chewing, she grunted again and winced as a cramp shot through her stomach and up to the middle of her chest. She was famished despite having already eaten a quarter of the food. A headache began to form at her temples as if she'd starved herself all day so she took two large sips of her water and continued to eat.
When the last bite was finally finished, Linda brought the fork to her mouth to clean it, turning it and twisting it while her tongue worked over the tines and up, dragging against the silverware until it was spotless. She lay her fork down while Bill refilled his glass with the wine. Her finger brushed against her plate, smearing it with sauce. She immediately brought it up to her mouth, parting her lips to suckle on it as she had her fork, twisting it while her tongue flexed and wrapped over it. The sensation warmed her pleasantly and she found herself simply enjoying sucking her finger until she happened to glance at her husband to see him eyeing her curiously.
"Just- just a bit of sauce," she told him, immediately looking down. It felt wrong now that she realized what she'd done but she rubbed the roof of her mouth with her tongue to try to repeat the feeling from just a moment ago.
She felt a strong urge to wipe her finger over her plate and a funny little thrumming sensation began to develop low in her belly. It made her skin crawl but in a pleasant, exciting way.
Really, a thought echoed in her mind, in her own voice. Wouldn't be easier and faster to just lick the plate clean?
"Huh," Linda said, blinking her eyes once more.
"What's wrong?" Bill asked before taking a sip of his wine. It was a nightly ritual and one she'd approached him about before but gave up when he stood firm. Still, he finished a bottle nearly every night and it left him drowsy and distracted. And he just recently had to buy new clothes to fit as well. Again.
"No, nothing," she said, shaking her head. "I'll clean up and join you for a little bit of television before bed."
"Sounds fine," he told her with a smile.
The bottle clinked while Bill emptied it, topping off nearly to the rim of the large wine glass. He left the bottle for her and stood, almost spilling his drink as he made his way into the living room and onto the couch. Linda watched him go and idly swirled her finger over her plate before bringing it up to rub against her lips and then inside, moaning lightly when she thrust it deep into her mouth. She loved the way her tongue felt on her skin and she'd wondered why she'd never done it before. So much food was wasted in the dishwasher. But, even better than that was the sensation of it in her mouth, slim and hard and slightly naughty. Her nostrils opened as she closed her lips over her finger and thrust it gently inside before pulling back and then finally popping it free. She stared at it, turning it to see the sheen of her spit and that excited her too, for a reason she couldn't place.
Linda stood back from the table, collecting her plate and adding her husband's plate on top before grabbing their glasses and the bottle with her other hand.
Once in the kitchen, she busied herself with the cleaning as she always did, lifting her husband's plate to her mouth to shove her nose and lips and tongue against it, turning the plate to get every little crumb and scrap clean. After it was finished, she licked her lips and then wiped her face with her fingers, shoving them into her mouth with loud, wet sucking noises. The plates and glasses went into the dishwasher and she grabbed a plastic container for the leftovers.
Linda sniffed at the cooling food. The air trapped itself at the back of her throat and she grunted once, twice and a third time before picking a piece of food with her fingers. She nearly brought it over to the container before bringing it to her lips instead.
Despite her large dinner, she was still hungry. She scooped her hand into the pan to shovel food into her mouth. Seasoning and sauce covered her cheeks, chin, nose, and lips but the smell and feeling of it only drove her on, encouraging her to wantonly feed herself, licking and sucking her fingers in between bites until the pan was empty.
Now she leaned forward and her hair fell around her head until they surrounded the pan. Linda shoved her nose against the pan with a little snorting grunt. The columella and lobule at the tip of her nose lifted while her septum slid forward. She snorted again while thrusting her head around until she was able to get every drop of the remaining sauce. Once finished, she leaned back and shook her head, smacking and licking her lips.
Fatty tissue developed beneath her cheeks while her nose widened slightly. Tiny wrinkles formed on the bridge while her previously thin face puffed out, skin stretching when the fat spread down to her jaw.
Fine white hairs emerged from the bridge of her nose. Linda sneezed and scratched at them, raising her nail higher and higher until they reached her face, slowing as they spread beneath the curve of her eye sockets. She rubbed and scratched the ghostly hairs with a happy grunt.
Bill's sudden laughter startled her, drawing her back into reality. She scratched her nose one last time and then took the pan, eyeing it for any spots of food before setting it into the sink. Now she turned, scratching at her stomach while making her way into the living room to sit on the couch opposite her husband. Her mind wandered while he finished watching his program but once it was over, he switched to the news and she completely tuned it out.
Linda's hand rubbed her firm belly slowly, idly pressing her shirt into the underlying skin to scratch it gently back and forth. It felt pleasant, if not less so than when she was sucking on her finger, and she continued throughout the entire news segment. As the minutes passed, she began to feel warm and her fingers slid to her sides and then back up the side of her belly, tracing the vestigial milk lines up to her breasts and then down the other side. Blood rushed to her ears and the flesh dragged downward, pulling at her lobes and the surrounding skin until they hung freely.
"Hmm," Linda sighed, opening her hand wide to rub down her stomach. Goosebumps rose over her body, forcing her to shiver and gasp quietly as Bill finished the last of his drink. He laughed loudly again and set the glass down, missing the end table and nearly dropping it before focusing to steady his hand.
She felt damp between her thighs and it frightened her for a moment. With a quick glance at her husband, she stood and scurried into the bathroom where she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down along with her simple white panties.
Strings of clear liquid connected from her vagina to the seat of the panties until she pulled them too far and they snapped to swing and connect to her smooth thighs. Her forehead throbbed as she stared at the glistening mess between her legs but her nose twitched, lifting and widening, pulling in the scent until it flooded her and she gasped. She fell against the sink while moaning and lay there for a moment. It wasn't blood and, for that, she was grateful.
Her hand reached down, touching a line of the liquid that had latched to her leg. She scooped it up and brought it to her nose, sniffling and grunting at it. Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips. The scent made her woozy and weak. She brought it closer to her nose but misjudged the distance and it smeared against the more rounded, blunted tip. And then down to her lips.
Linda moaned again and opened her mouth to slide her fingers in. She cleaned her fingers fastidiously and then wiped her nose to lick more. When that was finished, she dragged her fingers over her thighs, gathering her cum before shoving all four fingers in her mouth until her lips glistened with her drool.
She spread her legs while bending her hips forward. More of the liquid shined between her thighs, down below. She lowered a hesitant hand until she touched herself.
"Oh. Oh," she gasped while slowly sliding a finger over her lips, wetting the tip. She wanted to taste more of it but she was too engrossed by the way she felt. It was something she'd never done. Something she'd never let anyone else do. But now, she bit her lips and breathed through her wide nose while rubbing her finger back and forth and then up to- "Oh!"
A shining nub of flesh peeked out from a wrinkled hood of skin. She touched it gingerly, swirling it with her slick finger until it was too much and she reached out to the towel rack for support. Her mouth fell open while she touched herself and she lost herself in all of it, rubbing her clit and then down to the lips below, forcing them open slightly. She moaned again and then turned her head to press her face into her raised shoulder to muffle the sound. Something was building, growing within her lower belly the more she touched herself. She bit at her shirt and pressed a finger just into her slit, eager to find out what it was. Rubbing faster and faster while her heart raced.
"Honey?" Bill slurred from outside the bathroom. "I gotta use the bathroom."
Linda's rhythm faltered and she whined while staring up at the door with frantic eyes. It was gone nearly as quickly as it had appeared, leaving her unsatisfied and now she felt the shame of it all while she grabbed her panties to pull them back up and the pants after them.
"Just- just a minute!" Linda called out.
She could still smell it on her. The scent of her cum. She turned to the sink, opening the faucet and splashing water on her face before lathering soap in her hands before rubbing her face over and over again and then splashing more water. Finally, she dried herself and squeezed past her husband without looking at him.
The smell remained and her nose tugged against her face when she smelled herself.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," she said, still staring down at the floor. "I'll see you there."
With her husband in the bathroom, she rushed to the laundry room, stepping out of her clothes quickly to toss her pants and panties into the washing machine. She added her shirt for good measure and fast-walked into the bedroom to slip into her nightgown and a new pair of panties before slipping into bed. Her brain buzzed but she forced herself to stare at the ceiling while listening to her husband get ready for bed.
She could taste it and smell it even now. Worse, that strange, unresolved sensation still lurked, taunting her. It was exciting and taboo but she wanted more and her hands tightened on the sheet beneath her.
Even when her husband lay down in bed, she didn't move.
"G'night, honey," Bill sighed while patting her leg.
"Do-" she started to say.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to-" she swallowed and grimaced. That damned twisting surged briefly. "Do you want to make love?"
"Tonight? Now?" he asked, turning to face her.
"Yes?" she said, suddenly unsure. If he fell asleep, she could touch herself again. Taste herself-
She stopped.
What would he taste like? Linda wondered? The spunk he left inside of her when they tried to get pregnant. Her breathing quickened as she wondered if it tasted as good as she did.
"I'll get ready," she said faintly, pulling her blanket away and sneaking into the bathroom to grab a clean, rolled towel. She lay it out on the bed and then shimmied out of her panties before folding them and placing them on her nightstand. Now she sat back against the towel while opening the front of her nightgown and laying her hands to the side.
"I can- yeah, I can try," Bill said.
He stood by the side of the bed to undo his pants and then came over to her. His belly, toned during his high school years bulged slightly now. She stared at it for a moment and then down to his penis before looking back up to the ceiling over his shoulder and spreading her legs again.
Bill huffed, pressing his stomach against hers and she felt his flaccid penis against her still slick lips. She breathed out through her broad nose and her nostrils flared while the white hairs flexed on the wrinkled bridge. The very bottom of her ears flopped back briefly. He pumped himself while rubbing against her until he grew semi-hard. When he pushed into her, she blew air from her nose and turned her head to the side.
"Wow, you're so wet," Bill said while thrusting into her.
"Don't- don't say that," she gasped. "Don't talk l- like that."
Her husband grunted and shoved. She could feel him inside, could feel the head of his thing rubbing against her but it felt like it was missing the right spots. Still, his belly bumped against hers, grinding against milk ducts and nerves slowly, slowly developing beneath her skin. She gasped and raised her chest briefly but the feeling was faint.
She felt frustrated. It wasn't good enough. It was the same as always and she could feel him already straining. For a moment, his chest brushed her nipples and she gasped at the electric shock that coursed down her aroused body. She waited for it to happen again but it didn't and she whined.
Her vocal cords twisted the little pouting whine as the air passed through her throat. It expressed itself as a faint squeal of annoyance as she reached for her husband's head.
"Here," she said, still staring to the side as she dragged him down.
"Are you-"
"Don't talk," she told him while placing his mouth against her nipples. "Mmm."
He kissed them and she lifted her chest when she felt his tongue against her. It was stronger now, the jolt and it raced down between her legs and up to her mouth, reminding her of the way her finger felt.
A single white hair, thin and nearly transparent, pierced the skin over her breastbone. Another joined it. And then another. Two more emerged and she shivered as goosebumps rose over her body. The hairs continued to grow between her breasts but soon spread in a thin line down her stomach, between her milk lines. They were soft and narrow and she shivered again when her husband's chest hairs pulled against them.
"Yes," she moaned, for the first time in her life. It was there again, that twisting, teasing knot. The one she'd felt in the bathroom. "Yes, like-"
Bill grunted and shook, swelling inside of her. She squealed softly again while clenching her fists but she held still to let him finish. As soon as he was done, he rolled off of her.
"Wow," he told her. "That was different and nice!"
She turned to look at him but saw his penis dangling, slick with their juices. Her mouth watered and a single drop of drool formed before she licked it away.
"Yes," she told him, buttoning her gown once more.
"Do you want me to get you your wipe?" he offered, reaching for the package kept by her side of the bed.
"N- no," she said before licking her lips. "I'll- I'll take care of it in a moment. Just go to sleep."
He nodded and went back to his side of the bed to slip under covers. She lay there, thinking of nothing until she heard his breathing deepen and crack into snoring.
She felt it between her thighs.
Normally she wiped herself directly after they made love but she left it this time. And wondered. She tensed, squeezing the muscles within her vagina and more leaked out.
Her hand slid down her body and she gasped when her palm dragged against the narrow white hairs. They were still growing, down to her belly button and around, darkening beneath until they turned blonde to match her hair. They infiltrated her neatly trimmed pubic hair and now they lengthened and reached outward in a wide wing, growing longer and longer until the wild tangle curled into a little peak.
Linda moaned when she felt the hairs and then opened her legs again when her finger curled down. She touched herself ever so lightly, simply rubbing the edges of the lips and down until she felt a pool of cum. Her fingers curled, gathering the liquid and up.
With a quick look at her husband, she brought her fingers to her nose and snuffled at them before shoving them into her open, drool covered mouth. She cleaned them quickly and her eyes shot open when sparks of black exploded in her vision. Her husband's taste - the taste of his sperm, was divine. Quickly, she lowered her hand and slipped her finger into the wet slit to gather more, pushing and tensing before licking herself again.
Her nipples twisted, pulling at her areola as they tightened and hardened and throbbed on her chest. When she could no longer taste her husband's sperm, she began touching herself, fingering herself with abandon while rocking her hips with little jerks. Linda grunted and squealed quietly and her nipples continued to grow, the pink darkening to dull brown when they reached an inch long. Although still hard, they flexed and bent slightly while lengthening to two full inches. They jiggled as she rubbed herself.
Linda's legs twisted together and she rocked back and forth, gasping and grunting. She rolled further and further until she turned to her stomach, burrowing her face into her pillow while raising her ass.
The position frightened her vaguely but also drove her crazy. Her ass wavered in the air while her fingers plunged within. Her hips flexed while her chest bounced against the bed, trapping her elongated nipples. Drops of milk beaded from the holes in the tip before being soaked into the fabric.
A bone cracked and her tail poked against her skin, thrust upward by new growth just below, tending and fat sheathing the flesh until it was a pale button moving low on her back.
The first orgasm of her life forced her to squeal like an animal and she hid the noise in her pillow. As her pussy spasmed, she felt more liquid dribbling freely and she eagerly scooped it while lifting herself up to her hand and knees, bringing the cum to her mouth. She shoved her nose into her palm to lick everything up before lowering herself to her belly completely.
Hunger gnawed at her, fiercer than before. After a moment, she slid from the bed and walked quietly into the kitchen, sniffling and snuffling with her gown open. Her nose drove her to the trash and she stood staring at the box of cake. Drool dripped from her mouth but she shook her head. Still, her nose twisted and lifted while she grunted and she placed a fist against her stomach.
I can't, she told herself while licking her drool with her tongue. It's- it's in the trash.
She reached out to open the lid and her stomach audibly groaned at the smell of the sugar. She wavered and groaned and squealed, desperately trying to resist but it was useless.
Linda grabbed a handful of the cake from the box and ate it directly from her hand. The rush of sugar was immediate and she grunted happily, smearing the cake and frosting on her face and nose in a rush to eat it. Another handful followed and she knelt, one hand on the edge of the trash while the other grabbed the cake.
Her taut, smooth belly began to swell. Fatty tissue pushed against her skin. Her tangle of pubic hair lifted and the rest of her stomach followed in a slow wave, flesh straining beneath the push of fat. Blue veins stood out against her breasts and they bulged, dragging downward while they grew.
Twelve pink spots appeared on her smooth, arching belly. They darkened to red while her abdomen finished filling out. Small rolls of skin hung from her sides but the process spread lower and she opened her legs when she felt her thighs touch together.
Clear liquid seeped from her engorged pussy lips. Drops slid and then fell to the floor beneath her while she continued to feed. Now her ass strained, stretch marks appearing over the skin before they healed to leave unmarked, soft pink flesh behind. The lump of her tail surged forward until it was the length of the tip of her pinky finger. It twisted behind her but she barely felt it and, besides, the cake was all she cared about.
When the last bit of cake was in her hand, she squealed unhappily and sat back, her chubby bare ass slapping against the cold floor. Her breasts were full and heavy and hot against her body, forcing her forward until she leaned back. Linda reached for them, hefting and touching and massaging herself. Cake smeared over her drooping nipples and she moaned before pinching and pulling them while spreading her legs.
The woman snorted, grabbing her breast and pushing it up while bending down, taking the nipple into her mouth to clean it. Her eyes flew open as the sensation of her tongue and teeth against the wrinkled nipple sent waves of pleasure coursing down her body. Her free hand worked against her other nipple, squeezing it hard enough to make her squeal.
It was there once more. That feeling. Growing within her. She suckled from her nipple over and over while twisting the other hard and hard.
"Ruh- reeeeeeee!" Linda squealed loudly, throwing her head back while her feet drummed against the floor. She looked down her curved belly as if drunk, staring past her moistened nipple and thick pubic hair to the puddle of her own cum.
The woman rolled to her hands and knees and her belly and breasts hung beneath her while she lowered her head to clean the mess she made, grunting and snorting and lapping at the sweet liquid and surrounding area. Her golden cross tapped against the flooring every time she bent to lick.
Finally, she stood on weak legs, leaning against the wall while stroking her belly and groaning. She loved the way it felt, tight and full and warm but the red spots were especially delightful. She lingered over them, pressing in and rubbing before moving her hand away.
It was getting harder to think straight. Something must be wrong, she knew that. Something was different. It was- it was- there was something.
Her tail continued to grow behind her, twisting as it formed.
"Belly," Linda said, still rubbing herself. It wasn't right, was it? She frowned but continued to stroke herself.
A conflicting thought emerged as her brain tried to reconcile the impossible.
"Am I- am I pregnant?" she asked, poking at her stomach. "Can't- can't- Be."
She frowned, furrowing her brow. Nothing else made sense. And it was so difficult to think straight. To think clearly. She shook her head and her hair waved around her.
Have to- check, she thought, walking to the front door. She slipped into her sandals, opened the door and stepped out into the dark.
Wind coursed over her body, pulling her open gown wide. She squealed lightly and pulled it back but left it unbuttoned as she stepped down the pathway and onto the sidewalk. Her soft thighs rubbed together the entire way and her generous ass and tail flexed back and forth, pushing the gown open further with every step.
Flesh bunched around the base of her ears. They popped and lifted, raising over her skull while the skin flowed, stretching her ears out. As she continued to walk, her wide ears began to bounce but she stumbled when her toes became rigid and her nails cracked against the concrete. She looked down but her breasts and belly blocked her view.
With a shrug, she kept walking. Her toes popped, pushing against her sandals. The front of the sandals flipped forward and dragged before her feet lengthened, stretching the straps beyond their limits. The web of flesh between her toes grew thicker and thicker until the straps broke and she stepped out of them, leaving her sandals behind on the sidewalk. Now her ankles cracked and she squealed, stumbling again while raising to the balls of her feet. The web of skin solidified between her toes, forcing them into two large masses. Her pinky toes, separate from the rest, popped and twisted, pulling to the back of her feet.
Linda's toenails grew dense, layer upon layer forming in place while pushing back at the flesh above them until her footsteps echoed through the neighborhood on the sidewalk: tac-tac-tac-tac.
The local convenience store stood on the corner. She quickened her step.
"Test test test," she whispered in a sing-song as her sheer gown flowed around her, waving to show her bare body.
The automatic doors hissed open. She slipped for a moment when her hooves touched the linoleum but she corrected herself with a quiet squeal.
"Welc- oh sh- Is that- is that- Linda?" the convenience store worker asked. He held his hands to his mouth as he stared at her. They knew each other well from all the times she stopped by the store over the years but everything was off about her. Still, even with her puffy cheeks he recognized her face and her hairstyle.
He came around the side, reaching hands for her before shoving them against his waist. She smiled at him and rubbed her belly, staring him up and down. But, he wasn't her husband.
"Test? Pregnancy test?" she asked, glancing around.
Without waiting for him to answer, she walked away, still caressing her stomach. It felt tight again, and hot. She moaned when she touched the irritated red skin. Holes opened when the milk ducts connected and pushed upward, forcing her twelve teats to twist out. Linda squealed and grunted and played with them. She leaned against a shelf but stood back upright when it crashed over.
"S- sorry," she snorted, pinching one of the little nipples. She walked away from it with her tail wiggling above her wide ass.
"Come on, come on, pick up!" the clerk yelled into the phone. "Pick- Bill?! Bill! Your wife! Linda! She's here and something's really really wrong! God, I dunno, she looks wrong and- just, just get over here!"
The fine white hairs covering the bridge of Linda's nose spread outward over her cheeks. She squealed and scratched her cheeks and then ears when the hairs marched along her skin until her pink face was layered by short, white hairs. Her ears began to stretch again and they bobbed and waved to the side of her face. And still the hairs spread, emerging from the corners of her jaws and down her neck, around her nape and over her back.
The words on the packages meant nothing now. Linda squealed, annoyed as she grabbed random items and dropped them, searching fruitlessly until the store's doors hissed open once more.
"L- Linda? Oh my God, Linda?!" Bill stood at the entrance of the store, his clothes in hurried disarray.
"Bill!" Linda said, squealing happily as she walked to him, shrugging out of her nightgown to show her body, licking her lips with her thick tongue while running her hands over her massive breasts and teats. Already she could feel her slick cum between her thick thighs when they rubbed together and her pussy throbbed, empty and aching to be filled.
"Oh, Jesus. Oh God, what happened to you?" Bill groaned, grabbing her before she could kneel before him. He pulled her away, hiding her from the view of the clerk while dragging her outside.
Linda snorted and squealed and grabbed at her husband's cock once they were outside, pushing with her increased weight until he fell to his ass, barely catching himself on his forearms. She bent to him, nosing at his crotch while licking his pants and her tail wriggled, mirroring her excitement. The woman licked his pants from the base of his dick and up to the tip. But, it wasn't enough for her and she grabbed his pants to pull them down before crawling over him. He yelled and shoved but she grinded back, shoving herself down.
Despite his protestations and their earlier lovemaking, he grew completely erect and he groaned while digging his fingers into her chubby waist. She grunted and bent to kiss him, pressing her heavy belly into his but her kiss became a lick and she dragged her tongue over his mouth while pushing down.
Her swollen, soaked pussy easily parted over her husband's cock. She squealed louder, shoving herself down without hesitation while her breasts quaked and her nipples flopped.
"L- L- Linda, please," Bill groaned, raising his chest while pulling at her body.
He couldn't stop staring at her tits, huge and full with their long nipples bouncing in front of his eyes. The way she abased herself like an animal full of lust was terrifying but he couldn't deny how erotic it was at the same time. No preparation. No towels laid out. No laying there quietly without moving. No tidying up immediately after and falling asleep. Now she bounced on his cock with abandon, thrusting herself down while grabbing his hands to shove them against her tits and he couldn't help but oblige.
Suddenly, she screeched, tensing against him while arching her back. Tiny rolls of fat appeared like wrinkles until she leaned forward, panting and grunting but still riding him.
"I- I-" he touched her face and then grimaced, grabbing her hips once more as he shot loads of cum deep inside her greedy, squeezing pussy. "Oh, no. Oh God, no."
"Ahh, done already?" a voice said from the side. "I'll take it from here, champ."
Bill sat up and turned while pushing at his wife. She was trying to kiss him and lick his face at the same time and still grinded against his cock, even as it lay limply against his body. His entire crotch was wet from her pussy.
A girl jumped off from a random concrete divider near the store. She was dressed in fishnet stockings, a black skirt and black jacket with several piercings. She waved at them.
"Come on, girl," the woman crooned.
Linda squealed but shoved down again.
"No, no, come on, be a good girl," the woman said again.
"Good girl," Linda agreed, slowly raising herself.
"Wait," Bill said, pulling his pants up before standing. Linda walked over to the woman and he only now noticed her strange tail.
"I have plenty of food and a warm room waiting for you," the girl cooed, petting Linda's hair. "Isn't this better? It suits you. And I'm sure you'll have company soon enough."
"What are you- did you do this?!" Bill yelled, walking over to the both of them.
The girl snapped her fingers and a business card flipped in the air to land at his feet. It was blank but the edges glowed slightly.
"If you ever want to visit, it will show you the way," the girl said.
"Wait-!" Bill cried out.
Space folded around the two women. The scenery lurched in an unpleasant way before rebounding back. They were gone.
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Bill stood before an old Victorian house with an enormous yard and a barn set in the back. He glared at the door and walked around, down the path to the barn. Once inside he ignored the moans and cries of the others until he stood before a stall in the back.
"Bill!" Linda said happily. She reclined on the ground, on her side but shoved herself up to see him.
The witch had given him permission to come and go freely but, only him and only to see his wife. He feared what would happen if he deviated. At least he had worried about it. He expected it wouldn't matter much soon.
He carefully unlatched the gate and stepped in while Linda squealed and lowered herself with her ass facing him, dragging her teats against the soft hay covering the ground. Her pussy already glistened. Ready for him.
Bill grunted and tugged at his shirt. He undressed himself while snuffling at the air and his small, rounded nose widened. His pants dropped. He kicked off his shoes and stood naked, holding his cock. It coiled and twisted slightly until it completely hardened. Air passed through his lung. A moan that turned into his first squeal when he squatted and then leaned forward to press his nose against his wife's pussy.
The gate latched solidly behind him but he didn't notice, lost as he was in the taste and smell of his wife. The witch had said she was pregnant already and he wondered, briefly, as his mind began to slip, what their children would look like. And then he forced his tongue inside of her and nothing else mattered.
Comments
Heather Graham
Thank you thank you! I'm glad you liked it and took the time to say something!
Heather Graham
Probably a lot of happy little grunting pigl- uh- kids, yes. Definitely kids :) Thank you for the comment! :D
Bee Ridge
Bill and Linda get kids, and the witch gets new livestock. What a happy ending all around!
KillerMonkey
this was awesome
