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Legal Issues Ch. 01

By: Lycandope



Thick clouds of dust billowed behind the sleek black sedan as it sped along the small dirt road. Overhead, a single lazy cloud cast a huge shadow across the rolling green pastures on either side of the road. A huge line of wheeled metal structures sprayed crops with sinuous streams of water as a single green tractor pulled it further down the field.

"You know," the driver said to his passenger. "It's a little funny to say this but I've never really been in the country. Have you, miss?" The lady in the back seat made no answer so the man continued. "I mean, I honestly think that this is my first time seeing horses and things. In real life. I've probably seen them when I was a kid on some field trip but I can't remember. It's embarrassing to think of that. It's not that I-"

Lynn scowled at the stack of papers on her lap. Glancing up briefly, she spoke to the driver. "I'm trying to focus and you're distracting me. I'm not in the mood for idle chatter."

The driver's eyes flicked to his rear view mirror before returning to the road. Lynn shuffled her papers, refocusing over the rumbling noise of the car crunching over rocks and dirt. Sloping fields of green grass alternated with corn and other crops as the car passed farms that spread further and further apart the longer they drove.

"It's actually quite beautiful out-" the driver started.

"Listen," Lynn interrupted. "Stephen, wasn't it?"

"Shaun, actually, miss."

"Shaun. It would be fairly easy for me to have you fired. Not reassigned. Fired. I've asked you to be quiet and I expect you to listen. I wouldn't be coming out to this wasteland if it weren't important. Otherwise, my firm would send a junior partner to handle this. And they would drive themselves out here. I don't give a damn about the scenery and if I have to ask you again to be quiet, I won't even make a phone call. You'll simply drive me back when I'm finished and then go home. We won't expect you back. Now. Please don't speak until we're there."

Knuckles white on the wheel, the driver clenched his jaw and focused on the road ahead of him. The young woman returned to her files and the silence in the car grew oppressively. 

The car turned and then suddenly vibrated fiercely as it drove over a wide cattle guard laid into the ground. Lynn looked up from her papers, blinking her eyes at the bright light filtering through the tinted car windows. Small wooden sheds, chicken wire fences and various pieces of machinery dotted the path leading to the old, sprawling main house.

With a voice devoid of emotion, the driver intoned, "We're here, miss."

"Thank god," Lynn said. "Wait in the car. If he's smart, I'll be finished in less than thirty minutes. If he's not, it'll take longer."

"Yes, miss," Shaun replied, eyes still straight ahead.

Lynn stepped from the car, knuckling at her back as she stretched from the long car ride. The air smelled of dust and manure and animals. Lynn wrinkled her nose from the various smells before making her way to the large house further down the path. Eyeing a few loose chickens that somehow weren't being murdered by a pair of roving cats, the young woman knocked on the front door.

A small cat, orange showing through a light covering of dust, investigated Lynn's black shoes. She shooed it away and it turned, tail proudly in the air as it strutted off. Another orange cat and a larger black one joined up with the first and they took turns to sniff at each other, curious about the newcomer.

The front door opened suddenly, forcing Lynn to take a quick step back. A man stood at the entrance, taller than her 5'2" slim frame. The man, older than her by a few years, stood barefoot in well-worn blue jeans and a stained white shirt. He had a square jaw with just the hint of a dent in a chin covered with stubble. His straight blond hair was caked with bits of dried mud and the man brushed a few strands away from deep green eyes. He glanced at her and then looked beyond to the car waiting behind her.

In the eaves above, a small, gentle light glowed to life. Awakened by the new arrival, it hovered and twirled before sinking into the wood of the house.

"Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Are you Mr. Chapman? Christopher Chapman?"

The man looked back at Lynn. She read caution and curiosity in his yes. "Yes, I'm Chris Chapman. What can I do for you?"

"I'm Lynn Hathaway from Spiel & Filhart & Hathaway? You spoke to my-"

"Your assistant. I told him-"

"Associate, actually." Lynn corrected.

Blinking, the man continued. "Associate. I told him I wasn't interested."

"Mr. Chapman, I've already spoken to your neighbors and they're willing to sell. If we had an agreement from you, P&G Chemicals would be able to build their-"

"I said I wasn't interested."

"The remuneration would be quite substantial, Mr. Chapman," Lynn pressed.

Christopher sighed. "Look, Ms. Hathaway, I was just in the middle of lunch. Why don't you come in for a second and we'll talk for a bit. And it's just 'Chris', not 'Mr. Chapman.' I keep looking for my dad when you say that, only he's not alive anymore. Come in. Can I get you some water or something else to drink?"

"I'll take a little water, please. Thank you." Lynn looked around the front room as she entered. Decades of living littered the entire room. Old photos, some color and some black and white lined shelves that were strewn with knick-knacks from other eras. Faded green reclining chairs and a matching couch faced a large fireplace. 

Chris looked back at Lynn. "My father died a year ago. I haven't made the time to clean up or rearrange anything yet."

The odd clash of old and new continued in the kitchen. Speckled green Formica countertops were arranged around a shiny black induction stovetop. A large LG refrigerator hummed quietly in the corner, surrounded by blackened cast iron pots and pans. On the counter next to a simmering pot of soup lay a large, opened cookbook. The smell of onions permeated the kitchen.

Chris gestured to a small table surrounded by windows. "Have a seat. I'll grab some water."

The old wooden chair creaked as Lynn sat. A thin local newspaper sat next to a bowl of half-eaten soup in front of the other chair across from her. Lynn rolled her eyes at the main story - a young gap-toothed girl holding a first place ribbon in front of a large horse. "Suzanne Getters, #1 At 4H Showing!" read the headline. 

"Here you go," Chris told her, handing over a small glass of water.

"Thank you," Lynn said, placing the cup to the side with no intention of drinking anything from the cloudy glass.

"So-"

Lynn interrupted. "I'll be blunt, Mr. Chapman. You're the only one holding up the sale. Your neighbors are ready to go but we can't do anything unless you agree."

"Which I won't do," Chris said.

With a frown and an internal sigh at herself for leaving her documents in the car, Lynn began her speech. "I don't understand, Mr. Chapman. We've spoken with your father when P&G initially surveyed. We've done our research. We know you're just making enough to live off of but hardly any more than that. I'm sorry for your loss but your father was the farmer. You've spent most of your adult life away from here. I fail to see why you wouldn't sell."

Chris looked through the window out into his property. Lynn could see the man's jaw working and she imagined him mentally going over what he should say. So he's the 'more than thirty minutes' type, she thought.

"I-" Chris paused. "I hated this farm growing up. I was up before school, working. And then, back home, I was working again. That's all it was. Work. The older I got, the more I wanted to move out. To make my way into the city and do something that wasn't anywhere close to this. I went to college and messed around until I settled on a degree. I drank, tried some pot and just cut loose. My dad kept in touch and I visited here and there but never for long. I had a job to get back to. A life. I was seeing a girl and it was getting serious. I proposed and was taking extra hours to save up for a proper ring. Because that's what you do, right? That's what she wanted. A big wedding, a big ring, a big group of people to come out and see all the shiny things."

The man took a sip of his own water before continuing. "When my father died, I put it all on hold to come out and take care of things. My fiancée came out once and then went straight back home. Didn't like the smell or the animals or the lack of a flat screen TV. I spent a week going through things. Reading the paperwork, understanding the will. And then another week."

Lynn desperately tried to find a way to stop the flow of words - to insert something in to change the subject. Before something came to mind, the man continued.

"Have you ever seen the stars out here, Ms. Hathaway? Out in the country? There's thousands of them. Out here, alone in my father's house and under those stars, I realized something. I realized I'd changed one thing for another. One life of struggling for another. I kind of reevaluated what I was doing. My fiancée, she was a decent gal but away from the city, away from the constant go-go-go, I realized there was nothing there. I was building a life of things. My father, he... Him and his parents and their parents, they built this up. They took care of the land and animals and raised children and passed it on. They lived a good life and they were, well, stewards of the land. Something called to me that night and I listened. I invited my fiancée out to live with me and we spent almost week arguing back and forth until she gave my engagement ring back. And now here I am."

"But, Mr. Chapman, I understand-"

"I do well enough, Ms. Hathaway. I'm relearning old habits. I know my neighbors and we visit and chat. I go out into the community, to the farmer's market and I meet the town folk. They remember me from when I was a kid and they're more than happy to see me taking over my father's land. I know almost everyone in that little town and we help each other. When I lived in the city, I didn't even know the names of the people in the apartment next to me."

"Mr. Chapman, I appreciate the story, trust me, I do, but I'd really like you to consider-"

"I won't Ms. Hathaway. If I bring P&G out here, it'll ruin the land. It'll bring in workers, sure and more money but they will destroy everything around them. I hire on workers, too and I help the community with what extra money I have. I'm doing useful things and I feel damn good about it. I guess I just had to see what else was out there before I made up my mind."

Lynn stared at the man in front of her. His eyes were clear and sure and she knew he wouldn't change his mind today. She sighed, glancing at her watch before standing. Chris stood with her. "I understand, Mr. Chapman. I will go back to P&G and run some numbers by them. I'm sure I can find something that more suits your needs."

"Ms. Hathaway, I sure wish you wouldn't. I'm firm on what I said. My family trusted me with this farm and land and I intend to make sure I pass it on to my own children in even better shape."

"P&G has a record of excellence and is a leader in environmental-"

"I've done my own research, Ms. Hathaway. I've looked at existing factories on Google Maps. I'm not stupid. I've seen what happens. I've read about the chemicals leeched into the soil around their plants in Indiana and Kentucky. The out of court settling they've done. Please don't think I'm stupid just because I'm living out here in the country."

Around them, unseen to either, six little glowing lights gathered from the shadows. Each light bobbed in the air, pulsing with a hidden beat. They flocked to Christopher as he argued. Almost lovingly, they danced around him, their light high and bright. One of the lights broke away, flitting cautiously over to Lynn as the woman listened with her brows knitted together and her arms crossed. With its internal lighting low, the small glowing sphere circled her body, spiraling up to touch lightly against her head. A second light joined the first until all six investigated the stern lady. They flashed red and sickly yellow as they listened to the conversation around them. 

"Mr. Chapman, you're primarily a dairy farm and, from our research, you haven't even automated. Your farm is woefully behind the times and the amount of money it would take to install milking stalls and pens would be prohibitive." Lynn argued.

"I won't have my cows locked in stalls all day, Ms. Hathaway."

A spark of anger slipped through the young lawyer's control. "They're just animals! You can't-"

The eldest of the six whispered thoughts to the others and they responded. Court was held and a judgment was passed.

"Dairy isn't the only thing I work with, ma'am. I have plenty of crops that are doing just fine and I've come up with some ideas to help with the milking. But that doesn't mean I'll lock them up and hobble them like some do." Chris hooked his thumbs into the belt loops at his waist, an old habit when he dug in for a fight.

"And you'd still be operating at a loss, even if you do find a way to optimize the process."

Chris laughed loudly and deeply. "Optimize? They aren't machines, ma'am. And, speaking of, I need to get back to work shortly. But, please, Ms. Hathaway, I hate to see you come empty handed." Walking to his fridge, Chris fumbled around and returned with a glass bottle filled with milk. The six lights swarmed around the bottle before dispersing back into the shadows. The smallest of the six wobbled back up to Lynn to rest in her hair. "It's fresh and way better than anything you'll buy at the store."

"I really can't, Mr. Chapman."

"Please. It's the least I can do. I know you don't understand what I'm talking about. I probably sound a little crazy - giving up everything to come out here and sweat my ass off but, try it and maybe you'll get a glimpse of what I'm talking about. The animals roam free and, honestly, since I moved back home I've felt the same. Free. This is a taste of all of that."

Lynn grudgingly took the bottle. "I'll visit again, Mr. Chapman."

The older man smiled sadly. "I doubt it, Ms. Hathaway. I'm not going to change my mind, regardless of what P&G comes back with. Next time, call and I'll save you a trip out. Oh, and you can reuse that bottle."

Chris walked Lynn to her car. The small light nestled in the tight bun of Lynn's brown hair pulsed with a sudden bright light before wandering off to the nearest tree. Three cats watched its movement, tails twitching. The dusty black car rumbled to life and Chris watched it go before heading back in to finish his lunch.



Legal Issues Ch. 01



When Lynn put on her bra, she knew something was different; the clasp she was used to hooking were too tight. The young woman took her bra off and gently hefted her breasts. Her c-cup breasts felt heavier in her hands and, circling them with her palms, she was sure they felt bigger. Note to self, Lynn thought. Get tampons on the way home. Lynn attached her bra at a different hook before heading into the bathroom. A basket on the back of her porcelain toilet held her few remaining tampons. Lynn pocketed one before sitting down for her makeup.

Lynn stared at herself cross-eyed in her small makeup mirror. She held tweezers to her chin, searching for tiny brown and wispy white hairs that occasionally grew out. Two small brown hair stood just under her chin and she winced as she plucked them.

"Perfect," the young woman said after a quick examination. On her way out of her apartment, she grabbed her purse and coat.

The drive to work was slow through the dawning heat of the morning. Lynn cursed at a few drivers but mostly she used the time to mentally prepare for her meeting with the other two partners. She knew they wouldn't be pleased with the lack of progress but she still had time before P&G really started bearing down on them.

Lynn parked at her reserved spot. It still made her happy to see her own name on the small sign in front of her parking spot; a small victory after her years of hard work. The young woman swiped her keycard at the panel by the front door and then entered when she heard it unlock. 

"Good morning, Ms. Hathaway," the receptionist said cheerfully.

Whether it was the full night of actual sleep or the calm she'd felt or something else, Lynn stopped to look at the girl. Normally she would just nod on her way to her office but, today, she felt better somehow. More relaxed, even with the meeting in a few minutes, Lynn smiled at the girl. "Good morning," she told her.

Humming a simple tune, Lynn walked through the side door that led to the maze of offices and cubicles in their small building.





Legal Issues Ch. 02



Having worked with Janet on a number of cases, I had always considered her a very sexy and talented attorney. The morning's events had shown me that she had a very different, and even more sexy side than I had ever thought possible. After having to give a deposition on nude day to a nude female attorney, and then ending up not only getting fucked by my attorney, but screwing the opposing attorney silly too, Janet and I were off to "have some fun" and do some shopping, still nude of course.  Before today I didn't know what Nude day was, but now, I wondered how I could celebrate it every year. 

Janet and I finished a nice lunch at an outdoor café, the glass table allowing the waitress to have a good look at my hard dick while she served us, along with the many trips she seemed to make to be sure my glass was always full. 

"You know, that waitress would love to fuck you." Janet said.

"Huh"

"I said, she'd love to fuck you. Hell it's no wonder, you really do have a fantastic cock. Long and fat. I'm more than ready to fuck it again myself."

"I thought you wanted to go shopping?"

"Oh I do. I saw a little lingerie shop down the street. I though some new panties would be nice. Do you prefer stockings or pantyhose?"

"Hell, that's easy, stockings."

"Hmm Thought so. You seemed like a stocking man. You know, I always had fun teasing the hell out of you with my short skirts. I wondered how long it was going to take you to rip my clothes off and fuck me."

"I couldn't do that. Wouldn't have been professional."

"Well, it's good to know you thought about it at least. You wouldn't even do it at the dinners I took you to? You do know I didn't wear panties any time I was working with you, except in court of course."

"Damn," I said shaking my head.

"No like?"

"No... missed opportunities."

"Oh, well, we don't want to miss too many of those! Just how short of a skirt would it have taken before you made a pass at me?" She asked, getting up and walking around the small table to where I was sitting. I scooted back and she sat sideways on my lap, my dick sticking up between her legs.

"I'm not sure. The one you had on in the plane was getting pretty close. Hell, I had a hardon the whole time and was trying to see what kind of panties you wore. Now I find out there weren't any."

"If you had asked I would have pulled my skirt up and let you look all you wanted."

"Hell, that would have made me crazy to fuck you."

She leaned her face down to mine and kissed me gently as she stroked my dick softly with her finger tips, pressing it against her wet pussy. "So do you want to fuck me right here? Do you want to make me cum in public?"

"If we wouldn't get arrested, hell yes!"

"Oh you are a bad boy!" She said as she got part way up and then sat back down, pushing my dick into her pussy. "Now if you use your fingers well, you can make me cum. I'll try to do it quietly."

I moved a hand so my fingers were between her legs and I gently stroked her wet lips, up across her hard clit, getting a little shiver each time I touched it. She put her arms around my neck and leaned down and kissed me, her tongue driving deep into my mouth as I stroked her pussy.

"Hmmmmmm" she moaned quietly into my mouth as the waitress brought our check. 

Janet tried to sit still, her body wanting to press toward my fingers with each stroke. Almost teasingly I eased my pressure, using just the tips of my fingers now.

"Oh fuck you are a tease!" She breathed as she pulled her mouth from mine. 

"Just like you," I said as I grinned back at her and then pressed a finger to her clit, flicking it back and forth quickly.

"Oh!" she squeaked as I leaned forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth, nibbling her hard nub while I flicked her clit with my finger. Her whole body trembled and shook in my arms as her pussy squeezed and clenched my dick, her climax coming on her swiftly with the change in sensations. "That was so sneaky!" She half moaned as she panted for breath. "I will certainly pay you back for that!"

"Good, I'm looking forward to it."

She looked at me, her dark green eyes smoldering with passion. "You are a wicked man. I am so going to love this!" She got up, pulling off my dick with a slurp, leaving my dick shining with her pussy juices. She picked up the check and walked to the counter to pay the bill.

"Anything else I can get you?" The waitress asked, stepping close and staring directly at my wet dick while she held a small serving tray, using it to cover her pussy.

"I don't know, did you have something in mind?"

"Um, no sir... I don't think so."

"Hello. And what is your name?" Janet asked as she stepped back over to us.

"Amanda." 

"Well, Amanda, I see you're admiring his hard dick." Janet said quietly. Then she leaned closer and whispered. "It really feels good stuffed inside my pussy. I bet it would really fill up your hot little pussy. How old are you?"

"Twenty one." She said, her face flushing pink while she obviously squeezed her legs together.

"Have you ever played with more than one person at a time?"

"Uh uh." She said still staring at my glistening cock.

"Just think about how that cock will feel if you sit on it. Would you like to sit on it? Would you like to feel that big head slowly sink into your hot little pussy?" Janet whispered as she stroked a finger down her arm, her fingernail gently touching the side of her firm little breast. Her hand trailed down her hip and around and up her back, making another trip from her shoulder down her arm, once again, just grazing her firm little tit . "Just think how hard that fat dick will make you cum when you let it slide into your tight little pussy. Can you feel it sliding in and out of your hot cunt? Sliding against your hard clit? Can you feel the climax building inside you as you slide down that slick dick, the mushroom head touching everyplace inside you as you slowly sink down onto it?"

"Oh fuck." Amanda mumbled as her body trembled, little trickles of moisture running down her legs.

"That's a girl. Feels good doesn't it. Just think how good the real thing would feel." Janet whispered. Finally she stepped over to her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you get off work, if you still want it, call me. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to play."

"Ok." She squeaked as she dashed off, clearly embarrassed.

"And you called me bad."

"That wasn't bad. She was so close to cuming just looking at you that all it took was a suggestion. If she calls, maybe we can have some fun, but I don't think she will. Now I think we have some shopping to do."

"Yes maam," I said as I got up and followed her out of the café, my hard dick swinging back and forth as I walked.

We made our way down the block, a lot of women looking at my hard dick, and my hard dick not even thinking of going down as I looked at the variety of tits, nipples and pussies on display. We turned into a small shop a few blocks from the hotel we were staying and, stepping from the bright sunshine to a soft subdued light. The shop was lined with racks of lingerie, both ordinary and quite provocative mixed together.

"May I help you?" A tall woman asked, standing mostly hidden behind a rack of panties.

"Yes, I'm looking for some real silk stockings." Janet said as she led me toward the lady. 

"Yes we have some back here." She said, turning and walking away as we approached. She was fairly tall, a bit taller than I was actually, and quite curvatious from behind. She had long slim legs and a round ass and full hips that swung provocatively as she walked but didn't jiggle or wiggle as many older women's rears did. The real surprised was when she turned to allow us to look at the rack of stockings. The sales lady was quite well endowed in the breast department. Her large tits, although big enough to require two hands to fully cup each of them, only sagged a few inches. Each breast was topped with a dark areola that was nearly as large as the waitresses whole breast, a hard nipple as large as my thumb centered in each areola, pointing slightly upward.  As she noticed my gaze her areola puckered and her hard nipple grew even harder, her neck and face turning a light pink as she blushed.

"I take it you're new to being naked?" Janet asked bluntly as she looked at a number of packages of stockings.

"Actually, yes. I've only worked here a few months, and when they told me they preferred me to work naked today, well, at first I said no, but after a while, with all the naked women coming in, well I thought I might give it a try. I guess I didn't plan on having any gentlemen customers."

"Well, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have a very beautiful and sexy body." I offered.

"Thank you." She said blushing even more, clearly trying not to look at my dick, now that I had drawn her attention back to me.

"It's ok.  You can look all you want, he won't mind. He probably wouldn't even mind if you touched it." Janet said with a smile. "I'd like to try these on." She said as she walked away to sit in a chair nearby. 

I watched as she rolled the silk in her hand and then slowly, enticingly, slid it up her leg, her slim fingers paying the material out as the black silk slowly covered her creamy leg. My dick twitched and bounced with my heartbeat as I watched her move to the other leg, the black stockings making her look even more sexy than she had been completely nude.

"I like these. I bet you'd look good in them too." Janet said to the sales lady as she admired her form in the three section mirror.

"Oh. I really can't afford something like that." She replied.

"What was your name?"

"Jeniese, but my friends call me Jen."

"Well Jen, why don't you try these on, just for fun?" Janet said, pulling a pair of red silk stockings off the rack.

"I couldn't, really."

"It's ok. It's my treat." Janet said with a smile.

With a smile Jen walked over to the chair and slowly pulled the stockings up one leg.

"God in the right outfit she would be so fucking hot!" Janet whispered. "Would you like to fuck her as much as I want to suck those tits?"

"I didn't know you went both ways." 

"OH yes. After my first husband ran off with my secretary, I decided that I would enjoy what life had to offer, men, women, whatever felt good. And that... That would feel good. I'd love to taste her pussy and watch you fuck her tits."

"Ohhhh nice thought." I answered as she came back, wearing the red stockings. 

"These feel so sexy!" she said with a smile. But I really couldn't accept such an offer."

"Certainly you can, and you should, you're a beautiful woman. Beautiful women should feel beautiful."

She blushed harder as Janet took her by the hand and walked up and down the aisles with me following behind, my hard dick waiting or an opportunity to sink into a pussy. 

Stopping at a rack Janet pulled an item off on a hanger. "Oh this is perfect." She said, holding the black lace out for my inspection.

"What is it?" 

"Oh, here, let me show you. You're going to love this!" She said as she unclipped it from the hanger. She stepped into the material and sexily wiggled her hips as she worked the eight inch wide strip of stretchy black lace over her hips. With the material in place, looking much like a too short see through mini-skirt, she bent over and clipped the hanging straps to the tops of her black stockings. "There, what do you think?" she asked as she turned around. 

"Incredible." Was all I could say as I looked at her body, the lace garter making her look all the more spectacular, but leaving her wet pussy fully on display below the lace.

"Here," She said to Jen, pulling a similar one off the rack in red with small black bows on it. "Try this one."

"Really, I couldn't!" Jen protested.

"Please. It's my treat, really!"

Jen looked first at Janet and then at me before making up her mind. She bent over at the waist, her pussy pushing out at me as she stepped into the material. I so wanted to just step up behind her and press my dick into her pussy. 

Janet stepped over and looked at my dick, leaking pre cum in a long slender string. "I think you want to fuck."

"Oh yes." I answered as she stepped up to me while Jen was pulling the material over her hips.

" Next time I bend over, put your dick in me." She whispered as she reached out with her tongue and flicked the tip across my lips. 

She stepped away as Jen was snapping the garter to her stockings. "Very sexy!"

"Really?"

"Sure, if you don't believe me, just look behind you!" Janet answered, motioning to me standing behind her, my dick drooling.

"Oh my!" Jen said, staring at my dick, bobbing with my heart beat.

"Let's see what else we have?" Janet said, taking her hand and leading her next to her down the racks. She stopped at a rack of panties and bent over stiff legged, to look at some on the bottom. I stepped behind her and pressed my dick against her wet lips sliding easily into her. "Ohhhhh now that was worth looking down here for!" she said, wiggling her ass on my dick a few times before stepping forward and pulling off my dick. "Would you like to see those too?" She asked Jen, pointing to the thong panties on the bottom rack.

Jen looked nervously at me and then turned so her ass was pointing directly at me and bent over, not even pretending to look at the panties.

I stepped behind her as Janet watched and rubbed my dick around her exposed lips, lubricating them with both my and her juices. Holding her hips I gently pressed my dick to her lips, my fat head sliding into her a few inches. I gently stroked in and out of her pussy, each time my dick pressing into her farther until I could feel my head pressing against her cervix and my hips against her bare ass.

"Ohhhhhh god." She mumbled as I stroked in and out of her several times before Janet motioned me to withdraw.

"I'm not sure panties are what I want though. Maybe something else." She said, walking away as Jen stood up, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.

"What... What did you have in mind?" Jen asked, walking to catch up.

"Oh here!" She said as she stopped at a rack near the back of the shop. She pulled a black shelf bra off the rack, sliding it over her arms and under her breasts, making them stand up and out even more. "Oh this is perfect." She said, leading Jen by the hand to the mirror where she turned back and forth to admire her new look. "This is so fuckable sexy!" she almost growled. "I bet you'd look really hot in one of these."

"Really. I don't think that's quite..."

"No, I insist." Janet said taking her hand and bringing her back to the rack. She pulled a red lace one from the rack and leaned forward to put it around Jen's body, her tits pressing against Jen's as she snapped the clasp behind her back. "Oh this is sexy." She cooed as she wiggled her chest, rubbing their nipples together. "I bet Mike is loving this. Let's see how it looks in the mirror."

"Really..."

"Come on. Might as well have a little fun, shouldn't we?" Janet asked as she drew her to the mirror and then pulled her to face her. She looked in the mirror as she gently rubbed her nipples around Jen's nipples, both of them obviously getting more turned on by the moment.

Janet stepped back and bent over, reaching out to suck one of Jen's hard nipples into her mouth.

"OH god." Jen moaned as she worked the nipple of her left tit while I stepped forward and knelt down to suck her right nipple into my mouth. I felt her hand circle my head and pull me to her as Janet's hand slid between her legs and stroked her pussy.

"Would you like to feel his hard dick again?" she whispered as she let go of her tit and stood up, pressing her tit into Jen's again.

"Oh god yes. I'm so turned on I can hardly stand it."

Janet motioned for me to get up and held my hand as she pulled me around behind Jen. Jen bent over part way and I easily entered into her slick pussy while Janet leaned down and whispered in her ear, her fingers stroking her pussy.

"Watch in the mirror. See how sexy you look? Watch his dick slide in and out of your wet pussy. Doesn't he feel good inside you? Can you feel the mushroom of his head sliding up and down your velvety walls, gently stroking each nerve as he slowly strokes in and out of you? I bet if you came it would make him cum too. Would you like to feel his hot cum squirting into your hot pussy? Splashing against your walls, and filling you with hot fuck juice?"

Jen moaned quietly, her whole body trembling as Janet stroked her clit and encouraged her to watch herself being fucked. For my part, I was so close to cuming that I wasn't sure I could hold back much longer.

"I think he's ready to cum. Are you ready? Cum for me now. Make him cum inside you, filling your hot wet pussy with his juice!" Janet said as she flicked her finger across the tip of Jen's exposed clit.

"UH" Jen grunted as her pussy clenched and milked my dick, her body shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. 

I stroked hard for one, two, three, four strokes, each time making her whole body shake as I slammed into her. On the fifth stroke my body jerked, pumping a surge of cum into Jen's clenching pussy. Time and again my body jerked as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her pussy.

"Oh yes... That't it. Feel his hot cum inside you! Let it take you higher, feel how it fills you!" she cooed to Jen as she continued to stroke her clit, driving her climax even higher.

"OH god!" Jen squeaked as her whole body trembled. 

"That's it." Janet said with a grin, looking at me. She mouthed to me "watch this" as she pulled Jen off my twitching dick and pulled both of us to the chair she had used to pull on the stockings. She guided Jen to the seat and sat her on the edge, pushing her backwards. She guided me to stand next to Jen, who's hand she guided to my dick. 

"That's it, now suck him. Make him hard again to thank him for such a wonderful fuck." Janet said as she knelt down and lowered her head to Jen's now spread pussy. I watched as she eagerly licked my cum from Jen's pussy as it leaked out, her tongue making trip after trip up between her lips. She pressed her tongue deep into Jen's pussy and then slid up her lips and across her clit. In response Jen leaned over and tentatively sucked my dick into her mouth, tasting both my cum and her own pussy for the first time. At first she didn't appear to be enjoying it, but as Janet worked on her pussy, she sucked with more vigor. It only took a few minutes before my dick was once again growing inside her wet mouth.

"Oh that was good." Janet said, lifting herself up and kissing Jen wetly on the lips before helping lick and suck on my cock. She continued for several minutes before she finally pulled from my dick and stood up.

"Well, this has been fun, but I think I have to get undressed before we go out. Would you like to help?" Janet asked me.

She turned around and pulled me behind her, so she was facing Jen, and then drew my hands around her until they were cupping her hard nipples. "Now let's see how long it takes you to make me cum?" She whispered as I stroked her hard nipples with the tips of my fingers.

I cupped one breast while I undid the clasp and pulled the bra off, allowing it to fall into Jen's lap as she sat and watched us. I slid my hands down her belly, stroking across her hard body until I came to the garter, and then continued down, bending her over as I pressed her back with my chest. It was easy in this position to slide my body back and then press forward again, pushing my dick into her wet pussy with ease.

"Ohhhhh nice move." She cooed as I unclipped her stocking.

"You liked that?" I asked as I started to stroke in and out of her slowly, sliding one hand up her leg to her pussy and the other continuing up her body to one of her tits dangling only inches from Jen's face as Janet leaned on the chair for support.




Legal Issues Ch. 02



Two hours later, alone at her desk, Lynn leaned back to rub her tired eyes. She still felt rested but also distracted and restless and her eyes hurt from staring at spreadsheets and emails; numbers and letters swam on the screen in front of her. The young woman turned away from her desk to rest her eyes. The chirp of a bird from outside made Lynn look over at her window. On a whim, she pulled the cord to let in warm mid-morning sunlight as a small brown bird startled into flight.

For a moment, Lynn simply stared out of her window. The hum and click and buzz of the office outside her door faded into the background as she watched the large tree at the corner of the block sway in a sudden breeze. She passed the tree every day on her way to work but she'd never really noticed it. Leaves fluttered and moved when the breeze strengthened into a strong wind. She could somehow hear the 'shhhh' sound as the leaves moved and brushed against each other.

A sense of melancholy settled deep within the young woman. Watching the tree, she felt a sense of loss without knowing exactly what was gone. She noted the thick branches low on the tree's trunk. Those would be perfect for grabbing and... Her thought was lost in a sudden memory of her climbing trees as a child. The trailer park where her family lived was at the edge of a forest and, in her boredom from a lack of toys, the girl had explored. Looking under logs, making leaf boats for the small stream at the far end of the forest and climbing trees were her favorite childhood activities.

Huh, Lynn thought. I used to just sit in the tree and listen to everything. My little hiding place away from the noise of the trailer park. And the bullies. And the bad smells. Good god, how could I have forgotten what it was like to live near a sewage treatment plant. I haven't thought about-

"Ms. Hathaway?" A tentative voice called out. Lynn blinked, turning away from the window. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Ms. Hathaway. Mr. Spiel told me to do some background research for the P&G account only, well, I know it's your project. I wanted to check in with you first."

Lynn frowned at the woman standing in her office. She should be furious that the senior partner was fiddling in her work and, she was. She also understood and a much smaller part of her couldn't seem to care very much about it. Lynn put that small, alien thought aside. How can I not care, she wondered. It's my client.

"Jeanne, wasn't it?" Lynn asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I," Lynn paused. A flare of anger made her want to yell at the other woman but, as quickly as it came, she felt it die out. She tried to feel the anger again in order to lash out at this woman butting into her project but as much as she tried, she couldn't. It's not her fault, she realized. Spiel just grabbed her and stuck her on it. She didn't ask for it. "Thank you for telling me. Just be sure to bring any information to my office rather than Mr. Spiel's office. Okay?"

Jeanne beamed, relief showing clearly on her face. "Yes, ma'am! I'll be sure to talk to you first."

Lynn stood as the other woman left her office. Her joints and lower back ached still and she wondered whether she'd need to see her chiropractor. Worse, her breasts ached in a way she'd never felt before. It wasn't bad, exactly; it was just that they felt tight and solid. Lynn walked to the executive bathroom, locking the door behind her. The small room was comforting; it was always well kept and nearly always empty. Mindful of her hair and makeup, the young woman pulled her dark green blouse over her head.

In the bright lights above the mirror, she could see her breasts almost overflowing in the bra. Around her sides, the strap of the bra pressed into her skin and she could feel it constraining her every time she breathed. Lynn reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The relief was immediate.

Without even touching herself, she could see how large her breasts seemed to be now. The skin was tight and smooth and when she held her breasts gently, she felt a slight heat radiating from them. Lynn massaged herself gently. Barely noticeable sharp pains mixed with pleasure as her gentle caresses eased the ache that had settled deep within. Her fingers slid across silky smooth skin as she explored her now-heavy breasts. Pressing and squeezing her breasts seemed to ease most of the ache and, while the feeling wasn't entirely erotic, she found herself enjoying it immensely.

Over and over Lynn massaged her breasts, squeezing outward around her nipples and then back down to circle the bottom of them. A contented sigh escaped her lips as her hands squeezed her surprisingly full breasts. Her small brown nipples swelled under the attention until they stood erect. A different kind of ache came from them and she lightly touched both of them. Are they bigger than before? What in the world? She wondered. The young woman could feel the edge of excitement calling to her and she knew if she continued rubbing herself, she would need to release the building tension. At the moment, the massage simply felt good. Anything more...

With a sigh, Lynn retrieved her bra from the edge of the sink. The odd soreness was gone and even her back felt a little better. Perhaps, she wondered. Perhaps I've been sitting too much. The young woman reached back to clasp her bra but the strap dug harshly into her. As she did in the morning, she moved the clasps back a step further and then one step more. Tugging gently at the bra cups, she settled her breasts into place and then pulled her blouse carefully back over her head.

A few expert tucks settled her hair into place. Lynn glanced over herself. Her hair was pulled back in the tight bun she'd favored since rising slowly in the ranks at the firm. It had taken a single moment of third-hand office gossip to inform her that upper management had a hard time taking her seriously when she looked so young. Or so feminine. That last was a whole other issue to deal with. So, she'd taken to putting her hair up. Now her hair did nothing to hide the hard lines of her face or the mean set to her eyes; a look developed over time to shield her emotions from the world around her.

Lynn stared at the face of the women in front of her. Is that what I look like all the time, now? Not just in meetings or in front of a commissioner or judge? Is that what my few friends and coworkers see? Good god, it looks like I never smile and my whole damn face is pulled tight. Like a corpse. The recent memories and dreams of her childhood came to her again as her eyes wandered her face. No sign of the laughing child showed through. Reaching up, the young woman took hold of the two lacquered chopsticks keeping her hair in place. Lynn pulled and her brown hair unfurled around her. The young woman smiled shyly at herself in the mirror and, finally, she saw the child from her dreams.

Back at her desk, Lynn worked through the rest of her day. When lunch neared, she called the deli nearby and then, on a whim, she asked for a mix of ten different sandwiches and cookies. As soon as she hung up, she realized she'd had no idea how many office workers were in the building. A quick count of the people (not including the two senior partners) in her Outlook address book made her sigh in relief. Apparently, and a part of her was ashamed to not know this, there were nine people working in the cubicles on the main floor. She was sure there were six when she'd started. Mostly sure. Possibly sure.

A quick email to the receptionist regarding the lunch was then sent out to the office workers. Lynn smiled to herself before diving back into her work. There was an enormous amount of law dealing with agriculture and it was certainly not a specialty of hers. Still, as Mr. Spiel would say, it was more billable hours for their firm. Even if all she was doing was double-checking local, state and federal laws.

As the day turned into evening, people began leaving one-by-one . A careful knock at her door brought her eyes away from her monitor. "Yes?" She asked. The door opened.

"Ms. Hathaway," Jeanne said. "I have some preliminary information for you. So far, all I could find was Mr. Dailey, that's Mr. Chapman's neighbor, has a son that's way behind on his student loans. I just haven't been able to put a lot of time into it."

"Jeanne, it's," Lynn glanced at the corner of her monitor. "It's after 8. Go home to your family."

"Oh, I... I don't have a family, Ms. Hathaway."

Lynn grimaced. She should know these things. The woman had worked there before Lynn had started and so she should know about her coworkers and the people that worked under her. "I'm sorry. Thank you, Jeanne. Don't forget to update the software with your billable hours for P&G. I'll head home soon, too."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll email you before I go." The woman turned and stepped from Lynn's office before turning back. "I... I like what you did with your hair, Ms. Hathaway."

Lynn touched her loose hair and then yawned. Too long at the office today, she told herself. Briefly she considered bringing her laptop home but somehow, sitting at her desk on a Friday night after 8 pm, she decided that she'd done enough. Jeanne's email came in just as she logged off. Lynn turned off her lights and locked the door behind her. The entire office was empty. The young woman left, locking the building behind her before crossing the parking lot to her Mercedes. The same brand but a slightly older and slightly less fancy model than either of the senior partner. She'd bought it three months after her promotion when Mr. Spiel had hinted at her position coming with a need to "advertise" their success. Driving to a client in an old Toyota Camry just wouldn't look good for business. Lynn had sighed and reduced her law school loan repayments to justify the extra cost. For the good of the company.

On the quiet drive home, Lynn caught herself looking up at the few stars shimmering through the city lights and pollution and other things clogging the sky. She used to know quite a few of the constellations but now all she could point out was Orion's Belt and the Big Dipper. She could see neither of those as she made her way home. She wondered what the stars looked like for Christopher but then shook herself away from the thought. It wasn't her business and, besides, stars were stars. Just points of light. Who cares what they looked like? It didn't matter to her or P&G or any of her other clients.

An hour later, Lynn pulled a small steak from her oven. Without waiting for it to cool, she sliced the meat into slivers and then dumped them into her waiting salad. Her customary glass of red wine was now a second glass. The young woman hugged the salad bowl to her chest before walking to her breakfast nook. She'd considered eating and watching television but a cursory glance at the listings showed nothing she was interested in. So, she sat. Her curtains were opened to show a view of the city around her. The moon was a bright crescent and a few stars twinkled around it.

Lynn watched cars silently move on the streets below as she ate. People and cars moving around. Going about their own lives. Working, coming home and living whatever life they have. Going home to family or... or a breakfast nook with a salad and a glass of wine. The young woman chewed thoughtfully as she became lost in thought. In between bites, her teeth reformed. Her canine teeth widened at the tip, losing their point until they nearly matched the premolars next to them. Chewing her steak began to take longer and longer as her incisors followed her canine teeth; thickening until they lost their edge. Lynn chewed, working the meat around her mouth with a tongue slightly thicker than before. The young woman nearly choked on the pieces of meat and she found herself following each bite with a sip of wine to help it down. As she finished her last bite, she lay back in her chair to sip her wine.

Her breasts were beginning to ache again but it wasn't as bad as before and the wine distracted her. And, yet, even with the two glasses, she found sleep still far beyond her reach. She wondered, did Christopher have a hard time falling asleep? With all the manual work he did, waking up before dawn to deal with the farm and animals and everything else, did he drink himself to sleep at night? Or, did he sit outside, watching the thousands of stars until he simply decided to sleep?

The young woman gently rubbed her lower stomach as she finished her wine. The thought of Christopher reminded her of the milk and her sleep from last night. Again, the woman stood and poured some of Christopher's handmade milk into a mug. She sat back at the nook to drink the warmed milk. Laying her head against the cool window, she watched the sky, looking for the stars that Christopher could see. Did I watch the sky as a child? I can't even remember. Probably not. We never really lived in the country. Not like Chris. Not like him.

As with the night before, she felt her eyelids grow heavier the more she drank. The heat from the milk spread through her, calming her as it did. With a yawn, the woman made her way to her bathroom. It took a few minutes to clean off the bit of makeup she used and a few more to brush her teeth and then she stumbled off to her bedroom to tuck herself in. Sleep closed around her and, in the darkness behind her eyes, a sea of stars bloomed.

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Lynn woke to a mixture of warmth of coolness. Glancing at her clock, she was amazed to see that it was after 9 am. She absolutely couldn't remember the last time she'd slept past 6 am, not since college. The sun warmed her bedroom but the coldness she felt... Lynn moved, pulling her blanket away. Her sheets were soaked with a slightly sour smelling liquid and, sitting up, she saw the front of her silk shirt was also completely wet. Lynn unbuttoned her top and when it opened, a single drop of translucent liquid welled from her left nipple. Her breasts were swollen; even larger than yesterday. They nearly bulged with their fullness and she felt heat radiating from them. The ache from yesterday had returned and was worse than before. Sitting up and moving around seemed to help but the pain was palpable.

The drop of milk dripped to her lap and her eyes automatically followed its path. Her lower stomach bulged slightly. The tender area from yesterday was now distended and a darker shade of pink. Lynn rubbed the flesh and she felt again how thick it was. Thick yet smooth and it moved against her stomach as if it were a second layer of skin.

"What. The. Fuck." Lynn enunciated.



Legal Issues Ch. 02



"Oh god. You surprise a girl!" she panted as I stroked her clit with the tip of my finger in time with my long slow strokes. She squeaked as I squeezed her tit, her nipple sticking between my fingers, being rocked and tweaked as I wiggled my fingers. I started stroking faster as I felt her wetness leaking across my fingers, her breathing becoming ragged as her orgasm worked closer and closer to climax.

"OH FUCK!" she moaned as I slammed my dick into her time after time, each stroke slapping my hips into her ass, the garter now bunched and rolled up around her waist, leaving her ass completely bare.

"OHHHHH!" she cried as her body shuddered and twitched, her cum squeezing around my dick, making slurping sounds as I continued pounding into her. "YES!" she squealed as my stroking finger pushed her climax even higher, her body jerking in my arms with each stroke of my dick.

I slowed my strokes and then stopped as I felt her body ease from its vice grip on my dick. "How was that?" I whispered as she stood up some to try to reach me behind her. She pulled my face down so she could turn her head and kiss me, which she did wetly.

"That was excellent. I had no idea you were that talented. Someone taught you well how to make a woman cum!"

"Nope just lots of practice. A good engineer always evaluates the system he is working on. This is just a much more enjoyable evaluation than most."

"Well. For the record. I consider you to be an expert in your field."

I was about to make a reply when the door chime sounded, alerting us to a new customer entering.

"Excuse me." Jen said, getting up, her face still flushed from her own fingers as we were fucking inches from her. "May I help you?" she asked a gentleman as Janet pulled from my dick and sat down to slip the stockings from her legs.

"Oh lord yes. I, um... I was looking for something sexy for my wife... Um... I think what you have on is exactly what I want!"

"Well, we can certainly take care of that, what size is she?"

"Um... A bit slimmer than you, and not quite so big in the breasts."

"Do you know what size?"

"Um... About a handful." He said, trying to hide his quickly growing erection.

"Hmmm Let's see. How about one of these." Jen said leading him to the rack of bra's while Janet and I walked to the counter. "Tell you what, why don't you let me come back and help you in a moment. I need to check out this couple and then we'll see what we can do to take care of you."

"Certainly." He said, watching her as she walked away, clearly turned on.

"Here." Janet said, handing her a credit card. "Yours is on me as well." Janet whispered. "If you decide you want to play some more, we're in room one thirty five."

"I'll see what I can do about that. Thank you. I can't remember the last time I felt so sexy and alive."

"Just make sure you let your male customers out at the end of the day." Janet said with a chuckle.

"OH I will." She said with a smile, "but I may tease them a bit."

Janet smiled as she put her credit card back and picked up the bag of items. "I never did get any panties."

"Oh here." Jen said walking over to a rack. "These are on me." She whispered as she slipped the item into Janet's bag. "A surprise for later."

"Thank you!" Janet said, hugging her tight before letting go. 

Jen turned and put her arms around me, pulling me tight against her big tits and whispered to me. "I hope I get to have more of you later. Thank you for a fantastic encounter." 

"It was my pleasure," I answered her, reaching down and squeezing her firm ass, the guy in the racks eyes as big as saucers as he watched us.

I followed Janet out into the bright sunshine and down the street. "What should we shop for now?" She asked as we passed a series of shops.

"Whatever you prefer." I said as I followed behind, my dick still rock hard and on full display.

"I feel like some perfume!" she said stopping at a small shop and pulling the door open.

I followed her in and let the door close behind us. The shop was a small affair, with lots of bottles of fragrances, some clearly quite expensive, and some more reasonably priced. A petite woman that I guessed was in her thirties was standing naked behind a glass case filled with various sized and shaped bottles. 

"May I help you?" she asked as she came around the counter to greet us. She was quite short, maybe five three or so, weighing little more than a hundred pounds in my estimate. She had small firm tits with puffy nipples that seemed to grow harder as she looked at my hard dick first and then my eyes as I looked at her completely shaved pussy.

"Yes, I'd like something different." Janet said quietly. "You know, a bit unusual?"

"Hmmmm  that leaves open a lot of territory." She said as she move toward a glass shelf. "Would prefer a musk or a scent?"

"Most of my perfumes are similar to what I'm wearing now. I want something that will drive a man crazy in bed."

"Hmmm In that case," she said walking to a counter and opening a small glass cabinet. She drew out a small bottle that looked no bigger than thimble. "This is exactly what you want."

"What is it?" 

"This is concentrated pheromones. The manufacture said it's guaranteed to turn any man into a sex starved animal."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Um, no. Not at three hundred dollars an ounce." She said quietly.

"Hmmm would you like to?"

She looked around the shop and giggled. "I've always wondered if it really did work. Once I put just a little on my neck and my boyfriend couldn't stop fucking me all night, but then, he always did want to do it all night."

"Hmmm for three hundred a bottle, I'd really like to know if it works. Maybe you'd demonstrate for me?"

"I'm not sure I should, I mean it's supposed to be very powerful."

"Tell you what, put some on, and if it works, I'll take the bottle." Janet said firmly.

She looked around the store, and then gently touched the top of the bottle with her finger. She touched her neck with her damp finger and then one spot between her breasts. She capped the bottle and set it down as she stepped over to me. 

"So tell me what you think," She asked me, standing only a few inches from me.

I leaned down and gently nuzzled her neck, closing my eyes and drinking in her scent. The smell was almost like a sweet lemony scent, which I found surprisingly pleasant. 

"I think it smells quite nice." I answered, gently kissing her neck. At that moment wanting to burry my dick into her more than anything else. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" I asked her quietly, moving my hands to stroke her body gently with my fingertips, stroking them over her small tits and nipples.

"If you'd like," She whispered back. 

I kissed her neck again and then kissed down around her jaw to her face. I kissed her gently as she kissed back, our lips and kisses growing more urgent with each passing minute. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her light frame by her firm little ass and stepped over to a wooden display case, setting her on the top. I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, eagerly sucking each of her nipples in turn, working her fat puffy nipples even larger as I stroked her thighs and wet pussy lips.

"I want to fuck you so bad." I whispered as I kissed my way back to her face, pressing my dick against her pussy.

"Oh yes. Fuck me." She moaned into my mouth, reaching between us to guide my hard dick to her pussy. She was small and her pussy was very tight around my raging hardon, but I worked it into her slowly, each stroke feeding a bit more into her until her velvety hot tunnel was consuming nearly all of my nine inch dick.

"Ohhhhh" I moaned as I stroked long and slow into her. "I feel like I'm going to explode!"

"Yes... Do it I want to feel your dick pumping me full of cum!" she moaned back as I stroked faster into her. 

She started cuming before I did, her whole body twitching and jerking as I continued to stroke into her, her pussy massaging my hard dick in time with her jerks. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as my own took over and I started squirting shot after shot of cum into her hot pussy. I groaned as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me as deeply into her as I could go, her mouth searching for mine, as she kissed me wetly and urgently, her body still trembling in one incredibly long orgasm. We broke our kiss and I stood panting, my still hard dick impaling her small frame. "God you feel good. I could fuck you all day and all night."

"I know. I don't want to let you out." She panted. Just keep fucking me. Don't stop!"

I started stroking again, my dick miraculously staying hard even after an incredibly hard climax, and not the first of the day by any means. My muddled brain didn't bother to think about it though, and just went back to plunging my dick in and out of her tight little pussy.

"Can I have some of that?"  Janet asked, stepping over from wherever she had been watching from. She reached in and gently kissed petite sales woman, gently pushing me away until my dick slipped from her. She stepped between us, facing the sales girl and pressed her ass into my hard dick. I didn't need an engraved invitation. I aimed my dick at Janet's pussy and slid into her while she leaned down, pressing the sales girl back until she had easy access to her small tits and puffy nipples while bent over so I could fuck her.

"Oh yes. That's it. Fuck my hot cunt!" Janet groaned as she moved from one tit to the other on the sales lady.

"Ohhh god!' I groaned as I pounded into her pussy, my hips slapping her firm ass with each stroke. I lost track of how long I stood there fucking her, when I heard both of them cry out together in pleasure, Janet apparently fingering the young lady while I pounded her pussy.

"Oh god. Stop love!" Janet panted, gently pushing me back. "you gotta give me a break. I can only cum so many times in a row."

"Huh?" I asked confused. "Oh lover. Do you have any idea how long you've been fucking me there?"

"Not really," I answered trying to catch my breath.

"Easily half an hour. Hell I came three times and you still haven't stopped."

"God I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"I know. Believe me know!" She said with a smile. Then she turned to the petite little sales girl. I"ll take the whole damn bottle!"

"Sure." She said, sliding off the display case, pussy juices spread all over her bald pussy and thighs. "Should I wrap it for you?"

"Oh hell no! Just like it is will be fine!"

"Certainly," She said taking the tiny bottle to the cash register where Janet paid for it.

"One more stop." Janet said as she led me down the street, my brain still not quite firing on all cylinders and my dick still inexplicably hard. She led me to a small beauty parlor and I followed her in. 

"Good afternoon. May I help you?" A very young lady asked from behind the counter. She was quiet beautiful, her hair up in a curly hairdo, with a number of piercings in her ears and a tiny pink and blue butterfly tattooed next to her perky tit.

"Yes, I don't have an appointment, but I would like a pussy shave."

"Well, actually we aren't busy, but to be honest, we haven't ever done that here."

"Have you ever shaved anything?"

"No."

"Well, tell you what. I'll give you fifty to help Mike shave me. Most men can shave the hair off a peach. How about it, want to try it?" she asked me.

"Why not?" I answered with a shrug. 

"Great!" She said waiting for the young lady to lead us back to a chair. 

The best way to do this kind of thing is like cutting a beard off. Clip it all off and then shave the stubble. I sat back as the young lady clipped all Janet's pussy hair down as short as she could and then stepped back. I placed a warm towel over her whole pussy to soften the hairs and then leaned back to wait for it to do its work.

"So, have you ever done this before?" The young lady asked.

"Nope."

"She's awful trusting to let you do it then."

"Oh I don't know. It's not that hard. Just like a face, but lower." I said as I stepped over and pulled off the towel. I found some shaving cream and a straight razor and went to work, gently lathering her pussy and then stroking the lather off with the razor.  "There you go all done!" I said leaning over and gently kissing her now naked mound.

"Just a bit lower lover!" Janet said with a giggle.

I grinned at her and then leaned down a bit lower and kissed her pussy lips, gently pushing my tongue between them and tasting her wetness. "After the perfume store I would have thought you had enough."

"After the perfume store I would have though your dick would be worn out." She said with a smile.

"Do you mind if I feel it?" The young lady asked. 

"Certainly." Janet answered, spreading her legs back apart for her to see and feel her new look.

"It's so smooth." She said as she gently petted her mound and bald lips. "What does it feel like?"

"Very sexy!" Janet answered with a crooked grin. "Wanna try?"

"I'm not sure I could."

"Oh I'm sure mike wouldn't mind doing you too. He did such a nice job on me, and to be honest, by the time he got done, well, let's just say I'm so wet I'm ready to be fucked."

"It sounds kind of fun, but I'm still not sure I should. Especially since I'm the only one in the shop."

"When do you close," Janet asked.

"Well, actually, in about half an hour."

"So why don't you close now, and I'll trade you, a shave for a shave?"

She stood and thought about it for several long seconds and then with a grin said, "why not?" She scurried off to change the sign and lock the door and then came back, sitting in the chair and hanging her legs over the arms like Janet had. "I'm all yours!" She said, looking straight at me.

Janet stepped up and reached for my hard dick and stroked it gently. "Why don't you feel what it's like with and without hair."

"Um... I'd like that, but I don't know that my boyfriend would appreciate that."

"You're choice, but once he cuts it off there isn't any going back."

She sat in the chair thinking for several seconds. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. I mean it's just an experiment, right?"

"Uh huh." Janet said, pushing me forward while she whispered in my ear. "Now just slide into her. Make her feel you all the way against her lips." She rubbed my dick around on her pussy, spreading her wetness around her lips and the head of my dick while I reached up and cupped both of her perky little breasts, allowing her nipples to protrude between my fingers.

"Ooooooo" she moaned as I pressed my dick slowly into her, squeezing her tits and nipples. I pressed into her wet tunnel until my pelvis was pressing against hers. I felt Janet's fingers slip between us and stroke her curly bush and exposed clit, making her grind into me harder. "Damn that feels good." The young lady murmered as I stroked a few times into her pussy.

"Now, let's trim it off." Janet said quietly, removing her hand and pulling me back until my dick pulled from her with a slurp.

"Oh god. I'm so fucking turned on now."

"Just wait." Janet said as she slid a stool over and sat down, with her face only inches from her pussy. Janet leaned forward and gently licked up between her lips and across her clit several times before she pulled away and started clipping the hair from her. It took several minutes to get all the curls trimmed away before Janet moved away. "Your turn." She said simply as I sat down, a warm towel in my hand.  

I lay the towel on her and gently massaged her mound and pussy through the warm compress, working it against all the stuble. I pulled it off and then gently lathered her with cream, stroking her clit and lips with the tip of my finger as I did.

"Ohhhhhh Are you trying to make me cum?" 

"Not yet." I said with a grin as I started to gently scrape the foam and stubble from her. I gently pulled and stroked her lips to make sure I didn't knick anywhere, and after about ten minutes of careful work called the job done, wiping the last of the foam from her pussy and leaning down to kiss her.

"Oh yes." The young lady moaned as she reached for my head and pulled my face to her wet pussy. 

I licked and sucked her pussy for several minutes, working her closer and closer to climax. I gently pulled my head from her grasp and stood up, replacing my lips and tongue with my dick.

"Oh yes! Fuck me... Fuck me hard!" She cooed as I pressed my dick slowly into her. I stroked slowly at first, picking up speed slowly as Janet leaned over her reclining form, feeding the young lady one of her tits while she sucked one of the young lady's perky tits into her mouth.

"Oh shit." I groaned as I started driving hard into her pussy, her whole body shaking with each impact. Janet reached to the young lady's pussy and gently stroked her smooth mound and clit, driving her wild with the combination of sensations.

"OHHHHH!" she cried around Janet's tit as her whole body quaked and shook in orgasm. Her pussy clenched and sqeezed my stroking cock, triggering my own orgasm.

My body jerked and spasmed as my dick squirted deep into her, filling her with my cum while Janet stroked the young lady's pussy.

"OH yes. Right there!" Janet squeaked as the young lady reached for her pussy and fond her wet lips and clit. "Finger fuck me. Make me cum around your little fingers!" Janet panted as she lay half across the young lady. I stood watching the two fingering each other's pussies while my dick slowly shrunk inside the young lady.

"YES!" Janet screamed once as her body trembled, her mouth making the perfect O shape. She stood and shook for several seconds before she stood up, the two women releasing each other's pussy. I stepped back, releasing our combined cum to drip on the floor from her spread pussy.

"God that was so fucking good. I don't think I ever knew sex could feel so good."

"Glad you enjoyed it. But I think we better be going." Janet said quietly, trying to catch her breath.

"OH. Let me get you your money back." The young lady said, climbing from the chair, my cum leaking down her legs as she walked.

"No. You keep it. It was worth every penny!"

"You're sure?"

"Definitely," Janet said as she led me to the front door. "I hope you and your boyfriend enjoy the shave as much as we did!"

"I'm sure he will." She answered with a grin as she opened the door and let us out. "Come see me again some time!"

"We may well do that." Janet answered as she took my hand in hers and led me down the street toward our hotel.

The two of us were quite exhausted and we curled up on the bed in her room, her leg across mine and her tits pressing against my naked body. We didn't stir until the sun was almost down.

"I think we missed dinner time." Janet said quietly, looking at her watch, realizing it was nearly eight.

"I know, I'm starved." I answered, pulling her tight against me. "This has been one heck of a day. I had no idea that this side of you ever existed."

"I had no idea that you were as good of a fuck as you are. I don't seem to be able to get enough of doing you or watching you."

"I don't understand. Why do you like watching me screwing someone else?"

"Actually, I don't know. All I know is that it when I watched you screwing that porn star in the courthouse that I couldn't take my eyes from you. I wanted to be the one on the table getting rammed. When you did that little clerk it was all the more powerfull. I really can't explain it."

"Well, we did screw, quite a bit."

"Uh huh. And it felt fantastic. Somehow fucking you hits all the right spots. I guess part of me wants other women to feel what you do to me. I guess to make them jealous about what they'll get this one time and I'll get all the time. Only problem is... after this trip, how often will I get it?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I wish you didn't live so far away, I might ask you to marry me."




Legal Issues Ch. 02



"Oh?" She asked lifting her head from my chest. "WHY?"

"Because I think I'm falling in love with you."

"No, what you're falling in love with is the sex. This has nothing to do with love. It's male lust, pure and simple. Hell, how many pussies have you been in today?"

"I didn't count, but it doesn't matter, each time I was still thinking about fucking you and filling you with my cum."

"No. This isn't love. But it is the best sex I have ever had, even with my husband and my secretary."

I turned my head to look at her. "Now I understand," I whispered. "I'm sorry!" I leaned down and kissed the top of her head gently and squeezed her tight to me. I felt a tear land on my chest as she wiped her eyes.

"I wasn't always this way. He wanted to try a three way, and I hadn't ever been with a woman before, so Marci and I played around a bit to get used to it and then I brought her home with me one night. A few weeks later I found out that they had been fucking without me every couple days since then, and he decided she was a better fuck than I was. I threw the bastard out on his ear and swore that I'd enjoy what life had to offer and never let myself get hurt like that again."

"And now, you have sex like crazy, but it isn't what you want?"

"I can't ever seem to fill up. There's always a hole that doesn't go away."

"That's because it isn't sex your craving, it's a closeness. Maybe that's what draws you to me. I respond to you and fill part of that."

"Maybe." She said, wiping her eyes again.

"Tell you what, why don't you dry your eyes and fix your makeup, and I'll take you to dinner?"

She sniffed and then climbed from the bed, walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I went through the partition door and quickly jumped in the shower, rinsing the sweat and sex from my body and shaving my face. I may not be able to wear clothes, but there was no reason I couldn't look my best.

It was nearly twenty minutes later when she stepped out of the bathroom, looking fresh and incredibly sexy. She had touched up her hair, now including some petite curls that just brushed her shoulders. Her makeup was perfect and she stood in tall heels, the only things she had on besides that were a small gold watch and a gold ankle bracelet.

"My goodness, you look gorgeous. I feel like I'm in the presence of a goddess!"

"You're just saying that because you're horney!" she said with a grin, "But thank you just the same."

I put my wallet in her purse and then held my arm out. She circled her arm in mine and I guided her from the room, and down the stairs. We walked the couple blocks to a nice looking restraint in the growing darkness, the light cool breeze making her nipples stand hard and tall as we walked.

"A romantic table for two please," I told the cute greeter as we entered. 

"Certainly sir. Follow me." She said with a smile on her face. 

I was surprised at how many people were in the place, all of them as naked as we were. She showed us to a corner booth that had a curved seat and a single glass candle in the middle of the table bathing the booth with its flickering light. "Thank you," I said as I allowed Janet to slide into the booth before me.

"You're waitress will be with you shortly, would you like anything to drink?"

I looked over at Janet, who stared back, giving me no indication of her thoughts, except to see what I would do.

"Yes, I'd two glasses of Chardonnay please."

"Certainly sir." She said as she walked away, her cute little but wiggling as she went.

"Well, that was a surprise." Janet said quietly as she hooked a leg over one of mine.

"I'm not done yet." I grinned as I leaned my head toward her and gently kissed her lips. She pulled my face toward hers, her lips gently kissing and sucking mine, until we were interrupted by our waitress.

"Good evening, my name is Tracy, and I'll be your server tonight." She said as she set down two menus.

I looked up and Tracy was good enough looking to easily fit into a playboy photo shoot. She had long blond hair and deep blue eyes, and oh yes, a pair of easily thirty eight D tits that stood off her chest like a pair of glued on melons. I doubted that a bra would have anything to do except to keep her very large and surprisingly hardening nipples covered.

"Yes, I'd like a shrimp cocktail for two as an appetizer, then I'll figure out what else we would like."

"Certainly. Be back in a few minutes." She said scurrying way, looking over her shoulder as she left.

"Well you certainly caught her attention." Janet whispered with a giggle.

"I guess so. Don't know why though."

"Oh I do. In this light you have the most beautiful bedroom eyes. They just say, please come here and let me make long slow gentle love to your beautiful body!"

"You get all that from my eyes?"

"Oh yes... Every bit. I've always liked your eyes. I guess that's why I've tried to tease you so much."

"Um, ok. Let's look at the menu shall we?"

"No. Let's not. "I'd like to see what you'll order for me. You have me very curious."

"Ok." I said, opening the menu and perusing it while she reached into my lap and gently stroked my dick, which had once again hardened as we were kissing.

""Here you are sir," the waitress said as she set down a large bowl of peeled shrimp and sauce along with our glasses of wine. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, I'd like an order of chicken alfredo and an order of seafood alfredo, and please, if you could put them both on the same plate please?"

"Certainly," she said as she leaned over to pick up the menus, her eyes staring at mine as she did. 

"Oh she is so hot for you." Janet whispered after the waitress walked away.

"Oh I don't think so." I said picking up a shrimp and dunking it in the sauce. I held the shrimp out to Janet, who gently bit on the soft meat so I could pull the tail off.

"This is fun." She said quietly as she fed me a piece of shrimp. "I've never done this before."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." I said as I fed her another curved shrimp.

We gently fed each other the shrimps amid numerous smiles and giggles until the waitress came back with the pasta dish I had ordered, both orders on a single large plate.

"Thank you," I said as she leaned over to set the plate down between us. I watched as she reached to move one of the glasses of ice water, out of the way, accidently knocking the other over with the edge of the large plate. It was almost comical to watch the glass of cold water dump on the table, the wave of ice and water quickly traveling across the white tablecloth toward the edge of the table. It became somewhat less comical as the water poured over the edge of the table into my lap.

"OH shit!" The waitress, Tracy cried, as she practically dove for the glass that was following the water toward the edge of the table, missing her catch and falling over to end up lying in the booth with her almost in my lap, which was now covered in cold water and ice cubes.

"OH lord, I'm sorry!" She said as she quickly pushed herself back up and grabbed one of the cloth napkins from the table to start going after the ice. It took her nearly two handfuls of ice before it dawned on her that she had her hand in my naked lap, her fingers brushing against my dick, which Janet had been keeping hard with her occasional strokes and touches.

"Oh my!" Tracy squeaked, her face turning bright red in embarrassment.

"It's fine." I said, reaching down to help pull the ice from my lap, where it was, if anything, making my dick grow even harder. She looked at my face and then my hard dick and quickly began helping collect the ice and toss it into the napkin she was holding.

Janet giggled and reached into my lap too, only wrapping her hand around my dick and stroking it playfully toward the waitresses face instead of removing ice.

With all the ice finally dug from my lap, Tracy disappeared with the wet napkin, coming back a few moments later with a fresh napkin and a towel.

"Might as well finish," Janet said as Tracy held the towel out for us.

She looked at Janet as if she were going to bite and then knelt in the booth to reach into my lap and gently dry my legs, eventually gently grasping my hard dick with her fingers to dry it and around it. Janet reached into my lap and squeezed Tracy's hand around my dick, gently stroking me with both of their hands for a few moments. Janet released her hand and Tracy continued to gently stroke my dick while she dried the seat around me and slid the towel between my legs to dry around my balls.

"There," she said breathlessly, pulling her hand from my dick and climbing out of the booth. "I think I got it all. I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to spill it."

"Not a problem." Janet said with a smile. "You returned everything to the way it was, so no harm done."

Tracy nodded and then disappeared, leaving behind only the smell of very turned on woman.

"She wants to fuck you so bad!" Janet whispered as she moved back close to me, once again putting her leg over mine. She reached for my hand and slid it into her lap, pressing my fingers to her wet pussy. "So do I."

"Well, you got me all hard and ready, but I think we have to wait till after dinner."

"Then maybe we should hurry dinner along."

"Maybe we should," I agreed, picking up a fork and rolling some of the pasta onto it. I held it out to her and carefully fed her the fork full, receiving a grin as she chewed.

"So, how did you know what I liked?" She asked as she twirled pasta on the fork and fed it to me.

"Easy. I remembered what you ordered the last two times we ate out." I said after chewing it.

"And I didn't think you were paying attention to anything but my body." She said with a grin.

We spent the next half hour, carefully feeding each other the pasta, except for the few drips of sauce which accidently landed on her breast. I eagerly licked it off each time, sucking her nipple into my mouth to tease her as much as she had teased me.

"Anything else I can do?" Tracy asked, standing in front of the table once again.

"No, just the check please." I said.

"Certainly." She said scurrying off again. She came back a few minutes later with our check and I gave her my card. When she brought back the final check and set it on the table, Janet motioned to her and whispered something to her which I couldn't hear. "Thank you for stopping by, please, come by any time!" Tracy said with a grin, staring at my eyes as she walked away.

"All set?"

"Let's go." I said as I collected my card and receipt.

I led Janet out the door and we started down the block. "I think we should walk this way," Janet said turning us down an alley between the buildings. It didn't take long for her to walk us around behind the restraint we had just been in.

"Tracy?" Janet called.

"Here." I heard a soft voice call back from the dark.

Janet steered us to where Tracy was standing near the corner of the building. She reached a hand out and pulled her toward us, and gently kissed her cheek.

"So you want to feel him again?"

"Yes."

Janet leaned over to me, pulling Tracy toward me. I was almost surprised as Tracy wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled her face to mine, gently kissing my lips and seductively sucking them. I felt, more than saw, one of Tracy's legs wrap around my hips, and a hand gently guide my hard dick to her wet pussy lips.

"Ohhhh." I groaned into Tracy's mouth as I felt her pussy wrap around my dick.

"You like that? Why don't you make her cum?" Janet whispered as she stepped behind me and started stroking my ass with her nails with one hand and the other pushing one of my hands to Tracy's big tit.

"oh god." Tracy moaned as she broke the kiss and leaned back to provide a better angle, her tits now fully available to my hands.

I humped my hips up into her, her pussy making little squishing sounds with each stroke. I felt Janet slide her hand down my stomach and onto Tracy's curly mound, her thumb finding her clit and pressing on it.

"OH god yes...I'm going to cum!" Tracy moaned as I continued to slide in and out of her while Janet rocked her thumb back and forth on her clit.

Her orgasm washed over her quickly, her whole body shuddering as her juices flowed liberally around my dick, dripping off my balls with each stroke.

"Do you want to cum?" Janet asked.

"Yes." I groaned, very close after being teased for so long.

"Good, she wants it all over her tits. Would you like to do that?"

"Uh huh," I grunted, not stopping my stroking. I was getting way to close to really think about anything else at the moment.

"Good." Janet said, sliding Tracy's leg from around me. She stepped back slightly and knelt down in front of me, Janet wrapping her arms around me and grasping my dick. She stroked me slowly, using both hands and rolling her fingers across the head of my dick with each stroke while Tracy leaned her head into me and wrapped her mouth around my head each time it was exposed.

"OH god!" I groaned as my body jerked, squirting the first shot of cum into her mouth. She pulled off and Janet aimed my dick at Tracy's big tits, stroking each squirt of cum out until my dick had nothing left to give.

"Very nice." Janet cooed as she held a hand out to Tracy, who stood up, my cum splattered all over her tits. Janet stepped around in front of me and pulled my hands to her body, one hand on her tit and the other between her legs. She stepped her legs apart on her high heels and then bent over to start sucking my cum off Tracy's tits. 

I started gently at first, slowly stroking my fingers up her pussy and between her lips, allowing my finger to drag across her hard clit with each stroke. I crooked my finger and allowed it to penetrate deep into her and rub my palm against her freshy shaved mound, my hand pressing and rubbing her pussy as she began bucking her hips into my hand.

"OHHHHHH!" She cried quietly as I squeezed her nipple, sending her over the edge. She stood up and leaned into me, grinding her ass into me and covering my hand with hers to press it more tightly to her.

I held her tightly for several minutes while Tracy stood in front of her, pressing her tits into Janet's tits and rubbing what was left of my cum into them both.

"Thank you." Tracy said quietly before she pulled away and disappeared back into the restaurant.

"Why did you do that?" I asked Janet.

"Because I knew you were going to take me back to the hotel and make love to me. I'm not sure my pussy could take you again tonight, and I didn't want you to be disappointed."

"Well, I am disappointed. If you had told me you didn't want to screw, I would have happily done other things with you."

"You would? I guess I just assumed that you wanted to screw."

I shook my head and pulled her hand to turn her to face me. "I don't care if it's always fucking. There are lots of things we could do."

"Ok." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me tight to her. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"I'd like nothing better."

We stood for some time, hugging in the cooling night air, before she allowed me to pull away and take her hand to walk back to the hotel. In her room I pulled the covers back and then pulled her heels off, and helped her into bed. I climbed in after her and turned the light out, kissing her on the top of the head as she snuggled against my body. "I do love you." I whispered.

She hugged me hard, but didn't say a word.

I awoke to the light shining into the room. Janet was laying next to me, her eyes open and her fingers gently stroking my chest. I rolled over to face her and leaned my face to hers. I gently kissed her face, and lips, receiving an equally gentle kiss in return. I allowed my kisses to work across her face to her neck, kissing my way down to her shoulder, and eventually across her chest as I rolled her over and pushed the covers back. 

I took my time, gently stroking and kissing each inch of her body, stopping only when she spread her legs to allow me to gently kiss and lick her sweet pussy. I spent nearly half an hour, kneeling over her body, licking and tasting her pussy before she reached down and pulled me up. She pressed me over on the bed until I was on my back and then climbed over me, kneeling with her face looking at mine.

She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips while she reached between her legs and pulled my hard dick against her lips, moving her hips around to lubricate me, and finally pushing her wet pussy over my shaft, moaning quietly into my mouth as she sunk onto me.

"oh yes." She whispered as she pushed herself up to an upright positon, starting to slowly ride up and down my shaft. "That's it baby. Just enjoy this one. Cum when you're ready, don't wait on me. I want to feel every drop of you."

I didn't need to respond, as she pulled my hands to her breasts, pulling them tight to her nipples as she slowly rode up and down my shaft. She kept her pace up for some time, her head gently rocking back and forth as I squeezed her tits in time with her strokes on my dick.

"OH it feels like you're so close. Give it all to me, I want to feel your cum surging into my pussy. OHhhhhhhhh yes, that's it!" she cooed as my dick twitched inside her. My dick squirted the first shot of cum deep in her pussy, causing her to press down on me, driving my dick even deeper into her. "OHHHHH YES!" she cried quietly, her whole body trembling as she had a long slow orgasm in time with mine. MY dick pulsed time and again inside her, filling her with my hot cum.

"Oh yes, that was so perfect. I couldn't ask for a better way to finish what we started. I wish we could do this every day. It was so gentle and loving. I can almost belive you do love me."

"But I do." I whispered back.

"We'll see." She said quietly.

"How are we going to do that?"

"You offered for me to come live with you yesterday. How about I come stay a while, and, well, we'll just see how it goes from there."

"Ok. Why? Why the change from yesterday?"

"Because I realized last night that you were just as happy to be with me as you were with all the other things we did. I realized that maybe, just maybe, it is possible for a man to love a woman, even if she is a sexually screwed up nympho like me."

"You're not sexually screwed up, and while you may be a nympho, I do love you."

"We'll see." She said, slowly climbing off of me. For now we better go. It's going to take me a bit to get things lined up at home to be gone a while, and hell, I haven't even seen your house yet."

"Our house yet." I corrected, pulling her down to me and kissing her on the lips. "And don't you forget it!"

"Yes sir." She said with a grin. "Now go get dressed. I may still have a surprise or two packed in the suitcase for the way home."

"I can hardly wait." I said as she climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.



Legal Issues Ch. 03



Lynn sat up straighter as she looked down her stomach. Subtle differences in how she saw her body told her that her breasts were different. At 28 years old, she knew what she should see when she looked at herself. Her mind picked out subtle differences in the shape and size of her body without relaying the specifics to her. The effect was almost maddening. Was she entirely certain they weren't as full before? Or whether they hung a little lower or bulged off the side of her body rather than sitting comfortably on her chest? No, not entirely. But her brain told her something was very different. And were her hips wider?

Her stomach, however, held her attention.

A rectangular patch of skin, roughly four inches long, above her mound but below her belly button was slightly swollen. Lynn touched the skin carefully, and, like her breasts, she felt heat radiating from the area. It was about as wide as half of her small hand and very nearly perfectly rectangular. That's... is it an allergic reaction to something? God... dangit... oh crap, what if that's not milk? Oh god. What if... what if its puss and I have some infection? Does that happen with an allergic reaction? What did I eat last night? The steak was fresh and I got the salad a couple days ago. Same as the dressing. The wine is fine. The... milk...

Lynn stood and, as her foot struck the floor, a small droplet of milk formed on the end of her right nipple. It was smaller than the drop she noticed after removing her top but still a milky white color. She ignored it as it fell to the floor. The young woman woke her laptop on the small desk in the second bedroom. She unconsciously played with the tender patch of skin on her stomach as she clicked through files. The gentle caress of her fingers felt soothing to her and, soon, she was pressing harder against the thicker skin.

"Aha!" Lynn exclaimed. Keying in a number on her nearby cellphone, she held the device to her ear as it rang.

After four rings, a male voice answered. "Shady Oaks, Chris speaking."

"Christopher?" Lynn asked. "Mr. Chapman?"

"Yes. Who is this, please?"

Lynn's hand massaged her stomach, grabbing the skin in a small fist to squeeze and pull gently before releasing it. The pinching, pulling, squeezing motion settled her nerves and she didn't even realize she was doing it. "It's, hi, it's Lynn Hathaway? From Spiel & Fillhart-"

"Yes, Ms. Hathaway, I remember. My answer is still no. And you've picked a bad time. I'm elbow-deep in oil trying to fix this old tractor."

"No, that's not why I'm calling. I," Lynn paused. An image came to mind as she spoke. Christopher out on his farm. Blue skies above with a few clouds slowly passing under the sun. Cats play fighting with a wary eye for passing hawks and owls. Chickens pecking and scratching at what they thought was food. Wind rustling the oak trees lining the property. And the man sitting by himself, cursing and grunting as he pulled at the tractor's engine. Dirt and sweat lining his brow, just above those green eyes of his. Lynn felt something almost physically tug at her heart as she pictured the scene.

"Ms. Hathaway?" Chris prompted. "You still there?"

"I-" Lynn blinked at the start of tears at the corner of her eyes. What in the world? She wondered. "No, I mean yes, I'm still here."

"Ms. Hathaway-"

"Please call me Lynn."

"Ms. Hathaway, are you doing okay? I don't know you much but this is not who I remember two days ago. Is something wrong?"

"No," she answered. "I mean, maybe. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel a little scatterbrained for some reason. Do you do anything to your milk? This will probably sound really inune...inoon?" What the hell is that word? It was... dangit! "Silly, this will probably sound really silly but is your milk made different than what I'd buy in the store?"

"Aww no, please don't tell me you have food poisoning." Chris said. Lynn could feel the man's concern over the phone.

"No. At least I don't think so. But maybe an allergy? Food allergy or something?"

"That's probably worse. Are you throwing up? Going to the bathroom a lot? You know, and I'm sorry to say it but, diarrhea? Stomach pain? Swelling? Any trouble breathing?"

Lynn sighed in relief. "No to most of that. Just some swelling is all."

"Oh," Chris said. "Well, I'm not exactly a doctor or anything but if that's it, I don't think it's food poisoning or food allergy. Does it hurt bad?"

Lynn looked down. Upon realizing that she was stroking the rough skin of her stomach, she blushed and stopped. "No. It doesn't hurt. It aches a little and feels a warm but that's it. Wait. Actually it's not aching at all anymore. Still kind of warm but that's it."

"Okay. So not so bad then? Maybe it's just a, I dunno, heat rash or something? If it doesn't hurt and nothing else feels bad then it'll probably pass."

Lynn leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed. The fabric of the chair felt rough against her naked back but when she moved, it scratched an itch she hadn't realized she had. The young woman moved her upper body back and forth against the mesh-backed chair, luxuriating in the sensation. She could see Christopher in her mind's eye, talking to her and that image plus the sound of his voice was oddly comforting to her.

"I've actually had some of the milk every night since I got it," Lynn told him. She could feel her breasts press against each other as she moved against the chair. "I warmed it up like when I was a kid and, seriously, I had the best sleep I've ever had. Both nights."

Chris grunted as a metallic sound clanked over the phone. "Yeah? I thought that was an old wives tale. The whole warm milk thing."

"Maybe? Maybe it's psycho... psychosome? I mean, maybe it's just because I think it'll help?" Lynn flushed. Why in the world can't I remember that word? I swear to god, my brain is going to mush. "All I know is that I can't remember the last time I had a full night's sleep. It was amazing."

"Well," Chris said. "You can try it using store bought milk. Maybe it doesn't matter. Otherwise, it's a long drive but you're welcome to come out for more from time to time. Stupid, sonava- Sorry, not you. This damn nut is stuck on ridiculously tight."

"I'd like that. I mean, if store milk doesn't work. You wouldn't believe how much I spend on sleeping pills and those make me feel terrible. So, yeah, maybe if that doesn't work I could come out and pick up a bottle. It's a drive but I don't mind it. I mean, well, it'd save a lot on pills." Lynn reached down to scratch at a spot on her silk pants. As she did, she moaned quietly. With long strokes, she scratched from her knee to her thigh, squirming in her chair. Scratching against her inner thighs brought another moan to her lips.

"Well, sure, yeah. I usually always keep a few jars for myself and a few friends. Sorry to hear about your sleeping problem, though. I actually had better luck with marijuana than with the anti-depressants the doctors gave me to help with sleep. I mean, when I still, ugh, dammit, when I still worked in the city."

Lynn bit her lip. Christopher's deep, easy voice rumbled around her as she rubbed her back and scratched her thighs. She felt herself grow wet from the combination of sensations. It'd been a long time since she'd made time for a lover but the image of Chris working on his tractor transitioned into him undressing. In her fantasy, they stood together in the open air, her naked while Chris smiled, hunger in his eyes. The young woman pressed her hand beneath the waistband of her silk pants. She felt short, wiry hairs before her fingers slipped between her wetness. She gasped, amazed at how slick she was.

"-although at one of the farmer's markets, Jo-ann Hilbert said she had some homemade pills that worked. St. John's Wort and other things mixed together. Probably weed in there, too, though. Hah!"

"Uhh... mmhmmm..." Lynn moaned. Christopher's sentences became words and then simple sounds as her index finger rubbed between her wet lips. She pressed the heel of her hand against her clit as the Christopher in her imagination held her against a tree with his hand around her front. The man in her dreams smelled of hay and sweat and dirt and she found herself growing wetter at the thought. Another finger joined the first as she felt her orgasm built.

"Yeah, seriously. I thought people in the city were a bunch of pot heads but, good lord. There's probably a cartel up here. A bunch of good natured drug lords generously sharing their weed."

Lynn gasped and then bit her lip. Her index finger was in deep and it felt amazing combined with the pressure against her clit. In her mind, she was on her hands and knees, in the dirt. Their clothes were strewn about and she was looking back at Christopher as he knelt behind her. He was thick and long and a real moan escaped her lips as the image of Chris pressed himself easily into her pussy. Lynn's rhythm became erratic while she felt the orgasm build larger and larger. He was reaching under her, squeezing and pulling at her nipples as he fucked her. Lynn's fingers made wet noises as she became frantic with her movements.

"I- Hey, are you still there? You okay?"

Lynn tensed, shoving her phone against her engorged breast. Her body jerked in the chair as an orgasm crackled deep within her. Nerves along the length of her leg lit up and she kicked out. "Oh," Lynn gasped. "Oh man. Wow. Wow, holy crap. I... Oh! Oh no!" The young woman looked at her phone and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her call had disconnected at some point. "Please let it be before I said something," she prayed.

A shiver rain through her body and Lynn gasped as a much smaller orgasm followed the first one. "Sh- sheesh. Whoa." Her pants were soaked with her cum and the smell of sex hung heavily in the air. Do I call him back? She wondered. Dang. What do I even say?

The young woman moved in her chair. She felt slightly numb from sitting for so long. Beneath her skin, bones shifted slowly. The skin at the base of her spine dimpled outward into a tiny bump. Small wiry brown hairs sprouted from the bump in patches. More tiny brown hairs pushed from the edges of her ears and they minutely in response. Her ears shifted slightly, reforming until the tops were smoothly rounded.

Looking down, Lynn noticed a thin film of liquid over her left nipple. Both nipples stood hard and slightly red. When she touched her left nipple with her clean hand, the liquid transferred to her finger. Sniffing at it, she found it had barely any scent at all. Lynn brought her finger to her lip and then hesitated. Before she could change her mind, she touched the liquid to her tongue. She was expecting a sour or bitter taste and so was surprised when, instead, she tasted sweetness.

Lynn touched her phone to redial Christopher. This time, the man picked up on the second ring. "Hey," he said. "You all right? You cut out on me there."

"I'm so sorry. My phone's being all weird and just now came back up. Can I ask something?"

"Yeah, sure. Hold on a minute." Lynn grabbed the phone away from her ears as a loud banging noise crashed through the speaker. "Sorry about that. Go ahead."

"What does cow milk taste like? Or heifer? Is that the real word for it? I mean fresh. Like straight from the cow. Or heifer."

"No, not heifer. That's a cow that hasn't had any calves yet so their milk hasn't come in. The ones that had babies are cows and those're the ones we milk. Umm, well, and their milk is pretty creamy and a little sweet and a tad bit thicker than you'd get at the store. I haven't tasted straight from the udder but that's basically it. Probably a little close to what I gave you. Why?"

"Do you, don't laugh, do you think human milk is the same?" Chris's startled laugh made her blush. "I said don't laugh!"

"What in the world, Ms. Hathaway?"

"I- my friend made a bet with me." Oh god. Seriously? That's the best I can come up with? My 'friend' made a bet with me? Oh Jesus.

"Well, I wish I could tell you for sure. No, wait, I'm not sure I do wish I could. But, I don't know. Probably pretty close. But, I'll tell you what. You tell your... friend that a dairy farmer said you win, whatever the bet was. Fair?"

"Y... yes. I should go. I'm really sorry for taking up your time. And thank you!"

Lynn waited for Chris' reply. Finally, the man answered. "I don't quite understand you, Ms. Hathaway. No offense but the woman I met yesterday seemed like a robot. And now this? I enjoyed the phone call. You sound more natural and relaxed. If that's what happens when you get a decent night's sleep then I should patent my milk and sell it for ten times the price."

"I... I feel different, too. I've been thinking a lot the past few days since we met. And the sleep has helped." Chris' face appeared in her mind again and the woman blushed. "I should go, Mr. Chapman."

A pause. "All right, Ms. Hathaway. Thank you for calling; I was able to smile while working on this beast."

The line went dead. Lynn pulled her phone away and then set it next to her keyboard. She sighed and sat back. Her nipples were dry but still erect. Leaning forward, she pulled the window blinds open and then smiled as sunlight flashed over her naked breasts. The young woman raised her arms, clasping them together over her head as she stretched in the warmth.

Standing, Lynn looked at her chair and then blushed. Her black leather chair had a small wet spot from when she'd masturbated earlier. The young woman snatched a tissue from the box above her laptop and used it to clean up. She could feel the slickness on and between her thighs. Lynn stood at her window for a moment before making a decision.

"I," she said out loud. "Am going for a run. Outside." Normally she would go to the gym and use their treadmill but looking outside made the idea of being indoors seem ridiculous. Humming a light tune, the young woman rubbed against her stomach as she made her way into the bathroom. Kicking off her pants, she used soap and warm water to clean her legs, moaning slightly as she rubbed her still sensitive clit. Little wiry brown hairs surrounded her vagina, running up into a spray above her mound. She frowned at the hairs, rubbing her fingers through their roughness. I just trimmed yesterday. Didn't I? Wasn't it still smooth this morning right when I woke up? I thought I shaved so I could use the gym's pool this weekend. But... Thoughts slipped through her mind as she tried to remember what had happened. She was almost certain she'd been smooth but, plainly, she wasn't. Unseen to her, a line of fine white hairs ran straight to the rough skin on her lower belly. The same white hairs grew in a line down from her belly button before disappearing at the edge of the other skin. The young woman shrugged. Oh well. Doesn't matter, does it?

Lynn wandered into her bedroom, squeezing the skin along her belly gently. Digging through her closet, she found a pair of black stretchy exercise pants and a gray sports bra. "Perfect," she said, smiling.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she tugged the pants on. She frowned as the pants caught on her thighs. Leaning forward, heavy breasts pressing against her legs, she pulled from the top and slowly inched the pants up and over her thighs and waist. She looked over herself. I don't look like I've gained much weight. Dang. All the more reason to go for a run.

The sports bra proved more troublesome than her pants. The fabric scratched against her still-hard nipples and she had to scoop up her breasts to fit them within the bra. The material stretched alarmingly. When she moved, her breasts did not stay in place. "Aww dam... dang," Lynn said in frustration. "I can't run like this."

The young woman looked through her pile of clothes until she found a second sports bra. Wincing in pain, she pulled the second one on over the first, adjusting for her enlarged breasts. They mostly stayed in place this time. Lynn hopped in place a few times, watching as the bigger breasts heaved beneath the fabric.

"Good enough, dam... dangit," she said to her reflection. The young woman stopped to grab another tampon that then went into her arm strap with her iPod. Her breasts sometimes swelled before her period and if it was this bad, she didn't want to have a reenactment of the scene from The Shining in some public restroom.

Lynn rode the elevator down to the first floor and then stepped out smiling into the sunlight.



Legal Issues Ch. 04



Outside of Lynn's apartment, the world was alive and buzzing with activity. The young woman hummed a happy tune as she walked down mostly empty sidewalks. A strong, steady wind rippled banners and flags around her while keeping the sun from being too overwhelming. Not a single cloud covered the electric blue sky. Lynn felt her loose hair flutter in the wind and she tsk'ed at herself for not putting it up. 

The wind brought with it the scent of the nearby lake. Lynn made her way to the water, crossing streets and taking exaggerated sniffs of the bakeries and delis she passed. Her stomach rumbled and she patted it fondly, unaware that she continued touching her belly for moments after. "I'll go for a run and then grab some food for lunch," she said out loud. "It's so beautiful out today."

Lynn felt energized. Rather than dwelling on her clients or upcoming court dates or the mountain of papers waiting for her, she simply enjoyed the moment. Walking around in the open with a full day ahead of her made her feel free. She felt a lightness in her chest and she had a hard time not grinning at everyone she passed.

Laughter, barking and conversations grew louder and louder as Lynn approached the wide concrete path that edged the lake. The area surrounding the lake was full of parents out with their children, people walking their dogs and the occasional jogger. Lynn could nearly feel the energy everyone was putting out and she smiled at the nearby crowd of people when she stepped onto the sidewalk. Seagulls swooped and played above, sometimes landing to fight with pigeons over crumbs. More of the large white birds eyed people sitting on benches as they worked up the nerve to approach for pieces of bread. 

Trees planted in large grassy areas between the sidewalk and lake gave shade to lovers and other people wanting a break from the sun. Lynn eyed the huge trees as they swayed in the wind. The urge to nap in the sun tugged at her but she shrugged it off as she started walking. Cars passed slowly on the street side of the lake. Several men gave her a second look as they passed in their vehicles. I should've worn shorts, she thought. Her mind wandered to when she masturbated in her office chair earlier and she blushed. Not to show off! It's just warm is all. Just warm.

At the base of Lynn's spine, a single small vertebra formed from her tailbone. The small patch of furry skin covering the area dimpled out further beneath her pants. Her fused coccyx shifted, de-fusing to allow for the proper movement of her growing tail. Nerves and muscles grew into place around the reforming bones. The tiny nub of her tail wriggled back and forth in response to Lynn's happiness but the sensation was lost in the steady rhythm of her footsteps. 

"Oh, right! Running!" Lynn said. Taking in a deep breath, she released it and then took off, bounding down the sidewalk. Her swollen breasts bounced alarmingly beneath her two sports bras but she ignored them, instead focusing on each step and the pattern of her breathing. Her body felt oddly sluggish and heavy and she wondered if she needed to exercise more.

Within five minutes, Lynn felt a drop of sweat roll down her cheek. Another followed and then she felt a drop form between her shoulder blades, tickling the fine hairs as it fell down her back. More followed soon after. "Should've," Lynn gasped. "Should've worn shorts. Too... hah. Hah. Too hot."

Years of pure hard-headedness made Lynn push through her sudden exhaustion; she refused to give up so quickly. Right, left, breathe, she told herself. Right, left, breathe.

Ahead of her, a small puppy ran towards a flock of pigeons, scattering them. Lynn smiled at the little animal while it barked joyfully towards its owners. Looking further, she saw a flight of butterflies playing around an array of colorful flowers. She watched as they fluttered to the concrete surrounding the flowers and then up again and in a mysterious dance amongst the delicate petals of the plants. 

Lynn shifted her feet. Her toes felt painfully constrained in her expensive running shoes. The young woman looked down and then paused, eyebrows knitted in confusion. "When did I stop jogging?" She wondered aloud. Thinking back, she couldn't remember consciously slowing down and that bothered her. She frowned and knelt to adjust her shoelaces in hopes that would relieve the pressure. Gah, no wonder all the guys were looking at me. These things are huge! Lynn could see the tops of her sweaty breasts through the cut-out on top of her sports bras. Even with the restrictive top, they looked big. She reddened when she noticed how visible her nipples were through the fabric. They felt sore, rubbed slightly raw by her sweaty bras. Sore and very erect for some reason. Her breasts hurt again, deep within and she wondered if all the jogging was causing a problem.

Kneeling in the grass, Lynn breathed in deeply; someone had mowed recently and the smell of fresh-cut grass called to her. Rather than tightening her shoes, she unlaced them, pulling the white and pink shoes from her feet. The relief was immediate and Lynn sighed as she wriggled her toes back and forth in her ankle-high socks. The young woman took her socks off, tucking them into her shoes. Lynn leaned back on her hands. The sun sparkled through the branches and leaves of the tree closest to her. She pulled her iPod's earbuds off of her ear, storing them in the carrying case strapped to her upper arm. I wasn't listening to it anyway, she thought.

The grass was cool on Lynn's toes and she rubbed them back and forth on the ground. Blackness oozed from behind the cuticles on her toenails. Slowly, the clear coloring darkened to a solid gray. The bones within her toes grew, pushing them out until they were over a quarter of an inch longer. Finally ,her toes flattened minutely, flaring out to the side. Her toenails thickened until they jutted out from the front and sides of her toes. Lynn idly scratched at a small round patch of near-invisible brown and white hairs on the side of her exposed stomach.

The laughter of children surrounded her, bringing memories of her own childhood with it. Poor and without the benefit of toys, she'd found herself outdoors more often than not. In the forest nearby and the wide grassy fields further out. How did I forget what it was like to just sit outside and relax? To run and play in the grass without worrying about anything more than being home in time for supper? Lynn lay back on the cool ground, spreading her arms out around her. She felt her breasts pull to the sides slightly. It's not just the job; I used to go to school during the day, too. I just... gave it all up. For... For... for what? When was the last time I sat at the park for the heck of it? When was-

A passing car honked its horn loudly. Lynn sat up, her heart suddenly racing. "Muuh!" She exclaimed in sudden, hard unreasonable fear. More fine brown hairs sprouted from the backs of her ears to join the ones lining the very edges. The young woman covered her mouth as she looked around to see if anyone heard her. What the heck was that? Oh my... what was that sound? Was that me? Heat rose to her cheeks when a passing couple stared at her oddly. Goosebumps broke out along her arms and her heart beat loudly in her ears. It was just a car. Why am I freaking out about a car?

Gathering her shoes, Lynn walked to a nearby bench. As she did, the soles of her feet darkened slightly. A thin callous-like growth spread along the bottom of her feet. Lynn sat at the edge of the bench and, slowly, her heart settled.

While Lynn calmed her breathing, another change was taking place within her body. Ligaments and bones moved in her pelvis. She shifted uncomfortably at the flash of dull ache followed quickly by partial numbness near her coccyx. Her pelvis widened, pushing her hips out as they opened her body. Muscle and fatty tissue grew in around her thighs, compensating for the new width. Lynn's yoga pants stretched to take in her new larger frame. Lynn shifted her hips in a circle just as the numbness fled.

Dammit, she thought. Immediately, a sense of guilt hit her and she looked around. A piece of her felt like a small child trying out a curse word for the first time; she expected her mother to show up to scold her. Dangit. This is ridiculous. A car honks its horn and I'm suddenly a small, scared animal. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't eaten yet. All right, she told herself. I get it. Time to eat. A yawn forced her jaws wide open. And maybe take a nap. Like a regular person. The thought of opening her windows and curtains to let the warm breeze in while she napped made Lynn sigh. She almost considered skipping lunch just so she could sleep but her stomach burbled at her in protest.

Her feet no longer feet in her shoes. Lynn stopped and stared as half of her foot stuck out of her top of her shoe. The expanded width of her feet would not let her push her feet very far into the shoe. Cocking her head to the side, she tried again. Still her foot stopped near the opening.

"What the heck?" She asked, out loud. The young woman looked at her foot. "Oh gross. I need to cut my toenails. But, is..." She held her foot in her hand, pulling it closer to her face. Again, her brain noted differences in what should be there but, beyond her toenails looking like they belonged on an unkempt 90 year-old bum, she saw nothing. Finally, she put it down to her period like she did with her breasts. Does water retention happen in the feet and legs, too? She wondered. She'd only ever had her breasts get a little bigger when her period came and that wasn't every time. She'd never had anything like this happen to her. She resolved to check on the Internet when she got home - just to see if it was a common thing. Or after my nap. Because right now, I'd kill for a nap.

Lynn grabbed her shoes, holding one in each hand as she walked back to the sidewalk. Her toes gripped happily through the grass as she walked and, behind her, her almost-tail wiggled. The young woman stepped onto the sidewalk to begin her walk home. She frowned as the scent of the cut grass left her nose. She wanted to go back into the grass to laze and relax and roll around but she was also hungry and still unsettled by the car.

A man passed Lynn and then, unseen to her, looked back as she passed. Her ass nearly bounced in her pants now. She'd had the ass of a woman that worked out with her legs as a focus but now, since her hips had opened up, she had taken on the curves of a classic beauty. Her upper body slimmed slightly at her stomach only to flare out around her hips and thighs. Quite a few men slowed their pace to follow behind her. The thick band of her yoga pants hid her growing tail from sight as she walked. She could feel her panties riding up between her pussy lips and ass. She looked down in embarrassment and wished nobody was around so she could pull them out. Instead, she kept walking, occasionally shifting her legs to work the silky fabric out a little.

Around her, small barefoot children hissed as their feet touched the hot sidewalk. They danced away to the cooler grass to continue playing. The callous covering Lynn's feet protected her as she walked and, occasionally, her thick, hardened nails clicked against the ground. The young woman didn't notice as nerves died in her toes; she no longer felt her nails clicking against the ground. She was far too distracted by her thoughts to notice that she couldn't feel her toes on the sidewalk. Her nails pulled tight against the side of her toes until her toes were nearly completely incased in the hardened gray material. The skin between her toes grew together, pulling her toes closer until only the very ends of her toes were separated.

Lynn hummed as she walked, unaware of her changes. Her ears swiveled occasionally as cars passed. The rounded tops of her ears brushed against her hair as they lengthened, stretching thin as brown and white hairs grew from the skin. 

Halfway home, Lynn sneezed at a sudden sinus pressure. The pinch high in her nose made her eyes water. And then, it was gone. She rubbed at the bridge of her nose and it moved as if she were sculpting it. The cartilage widened, forcing her nose to grow along with it. She sneezed again when her larger nostrils took in too much of the air around her.

The young woman paused outside her favorite deli. It smelled wonderful but she thought of the left-over salad ingredients she still had at home. Her stomach growled in enthusiasm at the idea so she continued up the small hill to her apartment. The cool air inside the building was refreshing after being in the heat all day. Her armpits and the bottom of her bras were dark with sweat and she could feel an occasional bead of sweat sliding between her ass cheeks.

Lynn tore apart a refrigerated head of lettuce, dumping the pieces into a large Pyrex bowl. When the bowl was filled, she sat and ate. Her completely flattened teeth gnashed at each bite while her tongue rolled the wad of food in her mouth. She was halfway finished when she realized she hadn't added any other vegetables or dressing to the salad. She briefly considered adding some of both but then shrugged her shoulders. The cold lettuce tasted great while cooling her down. And besides, her bed was calling to her. The young woman ate slowly and methodically while staring out of her window. Her mind was a thousand miles away, thinking on nothing. Bite, chew, roll, chew, roll, chew, swallow. And again. And again. Finally finished, she stood and walked to her bedroom.

A wonderful cool breeze flowed through her bedroom window when she opened the glass panes. The sun was high in the sky but still flooded the room with its warmth. Lynn tugged her pants and panties down, struggling to get it over her expanded hips and ass. In the bright light, the tender patch of skin looked almost normal. Well, it's certainly not worse. I bet it'll be much better in the morning. And I feel fine so it can't be anything bad. 

With a gentle tug, Lynn pulled her first bra off. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy and her mind was going dumb with the need for a nap. As she reached for her second bra, small brown hairs sprouted from her back, just below her left shoulder blade. She lifted the edge of the bra up and her breasts spilled out from beneath. Finally, she simply pulled up and then sighed as she stood completely naked. 

The young woman felt free and comfortable in the middle of her room. A ghost of a thought crossed her mind and she considered pulling on sleeping clothes but her body weighed a ton and she couldn't- Lynn almost collapsed into her bed from the need to sleep.

The sun moved overhead as afternoon turned to evening. Lynn lay on her stomach with her legs spread open. Two more vertebrae grew from the end of her tail and it finally wagged freely in the air. Dark black hairs grew from the very tip of the thin tail.

Short, wiry white fur sprouted from her right ass cheek in an irregular circle four inches in diameter. On her lower back, more hairs pushed through her skin in a pattern of brown with white spots. The woman's ears grew an inch longer until the thin skin flopped over, incapable of holding stiff and straight. Her nose widened further as black blotches bloomed around the pink of her nostrils. Between her legs, Lynn's vagina swelled slightly, labia puffing out to match her larger hips. 

Lynn groaned. Her nipples moved as her breasts filled out. They slid across the smooth cotton sheets of her bed while they grew. The skin of her breasts tightened and reddened and she groaned again, feeling their heat and pain in her dream.

Four small pink spots appeared on the skin of her lower belly. Slowly, those four spots dimpled outward into tiny rounded, smooth nipples. The nipples expanded like balloons until they were half an inch long. Once finished, the skin around those four nipples bulged, taking on a more rounded shape.

Short fur grew from between her legs, growing around in random patches until her wide, thick ass was covered in white and brown fur. The same fur grew down, stopping mid-thigh as her changes halted.

Dawn was a purple and red bruise outside her window and Lynn was deep in her dream.



Legal Issues Ch. 05



Lynn woke slowly, her mind clawing its way out of a near-drunken haze. Her body tugged at her, calling attention to different parts that ached or itched or hurt. She sat up, blinking through gummy eyes while smacking her lips. Sharp pain lanced through both of her breasts when she moved. She looked down at her swollen breasts and suddenly adrenaline crashed through her, lifting the fog from her brain.

"Muuh!" Lynn cried out in a sudden deep-throated panic. It wasn't her breasts that alarmed her; rather, it was the distended area of her stomach that brought her fully awake. Her mind told her it was impossible. Surely it was a trick of some kind. An illusion.

The skin below her belly button was a light pink color and it bulged outward in a gently curve. Four elongated nipples were arranged as if four corners of a square, directly in the middle of that strange growth. Each of the four nipples were half as long as her pinky finger. A splash of black coloring marred the pink of the skin and two of her nipples had three small splotches of the same black color.

She reached for her stomach with a shaky hand. Her hand trembled as her finger touched the pink skin. She could feel it; she could feel her finger touching the skin. It was her. Her own flesh. The skin was more smooth than she expected but also harder. When she pressed, she could feel how solid it felt underneath her skin. The nipples hung down, folded just above their midpoints. Lynn ran her fingers across the marble-like warm skin. Goosebumps raised along her arms at her touch. It was an odd sensation and not unpleasant. She felt it as an erotic almost tickling sensation deep within, almost as if someone were playing lightly with her nipples.

Biting her lip, Lynn touched one of the four nipples. It was soft and warm to the touch and her gentle caress felt like someone playing lightly with... My normal nipples? She thought. Normal? I don't... what... Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. This is me. This thing is on me. What do I do? What should I do?

Lynn's mind reeled before her control locked down. Since high school, she'd locked all extraneous thoughts and emotions away. She needed to study for good grades. She needed the grades for scholarships. She needed the scholarships for college. And then law school. She'd ignored everything that stood between her and her goals. Friends, relationships, time away from work and studies... Everything. She'd ignored the life around her so she wouldn't have to deal with the heartbreak and pain of a life lived from paycheck to paycheck.

She looked at herself with a detached mind, analyzing what she saw. Her breasts hurt and, gently touching them, she could feel how much warmer they were compared to the rest of her body. They felt solid in her hands and were at least double their natural size. Their weight pulled at her back. So, not water retention after all. Not with the rest of these changes. She thought to herself. Her normally flat stomach was far less defined and, looking further at the rest of herself she seemed simply softer than she should.

"It's an udder. A cow's udder," she said. She stroked the new appendage carefully, marveling at how smooth it felt. Part of her mind wanted to scream at her but she pushed it away. The bulge was slight; not a hanging bag like she'd seen on pictures of cows but, rather, a clear curve away from her belly. A large vein ran diagonally along it. The vein was larger than any of her other veins and seemed to disappear at the edges of the bulge. She thought the black coloring in the middle of the udder looked vaguely like a Tyrannosaurus being eaten by a gelatinous blob. The four nipples stirred at her touch. She watched as they shifted on her, stirring in response to her light touches on her udder. It was similar to the nipples of her breasts hardening but not quite. The four long nipples tried to stiffen but, instead, they flopped over at different angles. 

She'd noticed the brown fur along her hips and legs earlier but now she focused on it. Leaning back so she could see past her swollen breasts, Lynn bit her lip. Hunching over was awkward and uncomfortable because of her breasts and udder. Short brown and white fur covered her waist completely. Starting from below her udder, the fur spread out and around until it stopped mid-thigh. She ran her fingers through the fur, feeling the way the slightly stiff hair pulled at her skin. It seemed thicker than what she'd seen on cows and, while stiff, it felt silky to the touch when she stroked herself the proper way.

Although the fur between her thighs was as thick as it was on her legs, she could easily see her labia. She'd been born with a petite vagina and, never having had children, her lips had stayed in place; hidden and compact. Now, both her inner and outer lips were exposed as if they were engorged. She touched herself carefully, feeling along the now-puffy lips of her vagina. Her fingers brushed against the fur of her inner thighs. Brown fur with white spots of various shapes and sizes. At least it still feels like my own vagina. It doesn't seem like there's any loss of feeling. Lynn sighed.

Lynn turned to look behind herself but then stopped. Instead, she pulled her feet up to her bed to stare at them. The fur of her thigh slid across her breasts and she shivered from it. Her feet were stretched out. But, more noticeably, her toes were longer and covered with the thick gray toenail like growth she'd noticed briefly yesterday. Lynn held her right foot, turning it over. The bottom of her foot was tough and the toenails wrapped around to cover all but the very pads of her toes. The toenail had grown down to cover the first knuckle of each toe and, when she touched the bottom of her toes, she felt nothing. No sensation at all. The young woman pricked all ten of her toes and none of them responded. The thick grey growth was now triple the thickness of her normal toenail. When she tried to wriggle her flattened toes, they all moved together in a line. Looking more closely, she saw thick skin connecting each toe together and, where the toenails touched, they merged as if melted together.

Setting her feet back on the ground, the young woman turned awkwardly before realizing she couldn't see anything on her back. She explored with her hands. She felt her wider hips and the way her ass ballooned out behind her. It wasn't huge but even without looking, she could feel how much larger she was. 

She knew what to expect while her hands moved. She'd been feeling it the entire time. Her fingers met at the middle of her lower back and there she found her tail. It was a small thing yet but even without touching it, she could feel it. She could feel it rubbing on the very short fur covering her ass and nerves in the tail responded back. Lynn pinched at it carefully while exploring. There were small bones down the length of it and it ended in a short puff of fur. The closest thing she could think to describe how it felt on her was as if she were making a "come here" gesture with her finger only it was skin and bones moving against her lower back rather than her hand.

"My face! What does-" Lynn stood in a panic. "Muuh!" She cried out, ashamed at the animalistic sound as she fell over on unfamiliar feet. The woman crashed to the ground, hot tears of shame suddenly welling at the corner of her eyes. Her control fell apart as her body made her finally, fully realize that she was no longer completely human. She sobbed on the ground, arms around her knees in a fetal position. Random thoughts intruded upon her as she cried. I'll never be able to go out in public. Ever again. Sex. Sex is out. Who would fu- have sex with someone that looked like me? A fetishist who looks at me and only sees a cow? Oh god. What if it doesn't stop? What if it keeps going and one morning I wake up and I'm just a fat ugly cow on four legs? Would it be worse to still think like a human or to lose myself completely in it?

Time passed as Lynn wept on the floor. The sun rose above the horizon and the young woman's tears slowed to a stop. Occasionally, she hiccupped and sighed heavily while staring at a pile of dust and hair under her bed. Her thoughts were a million miles away as she calmed herself. She lay naked, half furry and in pain. When she'd fallen, she'd landed on her breasts and now that her crying fit was over, they screamed at her.

Despite the pain and confusion, the warmth from the sun was incredibly comforting. She could tell where the fur ended on her legs from the way her bare skin felt under the rays of sunshine compared to the fur. The fur let the warmth spread around her, diffusing it as it did.

Lynn pushed to her knees, wincing as her heavy breasts hung below her. The young woman used the bed to help her to her feet. She wobbled for a moment before finding a tentative point of balance. With her hand on the post at the foot of her bed, she went to her tiptoes. The movement and position felt natural in an odd way but she couldn't hold it. She lowered herself down carefully from the balls of her feet to stand flat-footed. Her tail wriggled behind her. The first step was awkward but the second was less so and she was soon standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

Her ears were the first thing she noticed. They were long and thin and covered in brown and white fur. The top part of her ears were folded over and, in the light, she could see tiny red veins through the thin skin. The bottom parts of her ears still looked human but were wider and more formless than they should be; as if the details of her ears were being smoothed out by some sculptor. They twitched while she watched and she felt different muscles moving at the side of her ears. Leaning in closely, she could see a line of fine brown hairs running down the side of her head to her jaw. Those same hairs crept along her jawline but ended well before her chin. 

She focused on her face and her nose drew her attention. It was wide and flat and more suited for a muzzle that didn't exist. Tiny black coloring dotted the skin of her now-huge nostrils. Below her nose, two more dark spots stood out on her slightly reddened lips. Lynn bared her teeth and immediately noticed the difference in her teeth. Her gums were lined with molars and the only difference was that her front teeth were smaller than her back teeth. She had no incisors or canine teeth to show. 

The young woman sighed and leaned forward, resting her head on the cool surface on the mirror. Her breasts ached badly but she knew she couldn't go to the doctor. What should I- Suddenly, she remembered the previous morning. Waking up to blankets soaked in milk. It hadn't happened this morning and the girl wondered if that was the difference. Oh god, she whimpered. Do I really have to do this?

Lynn cradled her left breast between her hands. She bit her lip in shame and indecision and then slowly squeezed while pushing out toward her nipple. It hurt but a small part of it felt good, as if massaging a deep knot in her back or stretching after sitting for too long. The woman let go and then repeated the motion, squeezing around the base of her breast while pushing forward. She felt something move inside her breast as if one thing was separating from something else. A small drop of translucent liquid formed on the tip of her nipple, bringing with it a tiny bit of relief from the pain she was feeling. She squeezed and pushed again but this time, a thin stream of milk squirted from her breast and into the sink. The relief was almost sexual and Lynn moaned from it. She kneaded at her breast, massaging it while milking herself. She felt herself grow excited at the feeling and she could feel liquid pooling inside of her in response to it. She ignored it all, refusing to get turned on by the act.

The pain in her left breast faded to nothing as she milked herself. A small part of her wanted to giggle and dance a little as the swollen breast became softer from her ministrations. Eventually, the stream of liquid turned into small dribbles until, finally, her left breast was empty. Lynn eagerly attacked her other breast, squeezing and pushing. She cooed to herself as her milk came in. She learned that it worked better to squeeze her breast with one hand while the other worked around her nipple. With the second hand, she grabbed a small fist of flesh that included her areola and nipple. Then, she twisted slightly as she pulled. Milk spurted into the sink and the smell of it filled the air. She could feel her puffy lower lips rubbing wetly against her thicker thighs but she again ignored it. The woman scolded herself as she finished. I may look like a cow but I'm not an animal. I'm just getting rid of this crap because it hurts. Nothing else. I don't care what you think you want, body. 

When the last drop of milk left her right breast, she looked down. Both of her breasts were still far larger than what they should be but they now lay flat and soft on her chest. And, now that she looked, she saw that the nipples were thicker than they should be. They were wider than her thumb and longer than she remembered. A small pattern of black coloring lined the bottom of her right nipple. The areola themselves were wider, disproportionately so against her bigger breasts. Heat rose to her cheeks. She'd loved her breasts. She'd thought they were perfect - just the right combination of firmness and softness with a perfect pendulous shape. Her nipples and areola were small and pink and just the right size for her breasts. Now her nipples had darkened to brown and, while those fit the increased size of her breasts, her slightly puffy areola looked like small teacup plates. Decades of forced body image shame made her face hot with anger.

Now who the heck would want to- dangit. What does it matter? The size of my breasts are the least of my worries. I'm a cow. I- Lynn's slower brain had a moment of clarity. 'Cow' linked with milk which then linked with Christopher's farm and the bottle of milk he gave her. It can't be, she told herself. He can't have done this to me, could he? How? How could it even have happened?

Lynn mentally went over the conversations she'd had with Christopher. She felt slightly odd doing it. With the way she'd been feeling lately and the thoughts she'd had, the woman in her memories felt like a stranger. So bold and arrogant and blunt and rude. How had she acted like that, she wondered.

Everything in her mind made her think that Christopher had no idea what had happened to her. He'd seemed surprised to hear from her yesterday and the conversation had worked naturally. He'd appeared warm and supportive and normal on the phone. And happy to hear from her. But, what else could it be? Is it possible that it's something else? It has to be the milk, doesn't it? But, he didn't know I was coming and he just grabbed a bottle from the fridge. Still...

The young woman walked carefully to her office and picked up her phone. She dialed Christopher and then sat carefully in her chair. Her larger frame and tail made sitting straight-back uncomfortable.

Christopher answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Mr. Chapman?" Lynn asked.

"Ms. Hathaway, good morning. I was just finishing a late breakfast. You have much better timing this morning. I've already done my morning chores and was going to take a little break. Unless you're calling again about P&G?"

"No, not that," Lynn assured him.

"Then that's fine," Christopher answered. She thought she could hear the man's warm smile over the phone. Lynn heard wood creaked and she imagined him leaning back to listen to her. "I admit I enjoyed our conversation yesterday. Even if it was a little odd."

"Y... yes. Odd, right? I-" Lynn paused. What was she supposed to say? What could she say to make him believe her? To see his reaction? "May I come out to your farm, Mr. Chapman? I swear it's not about P&G or any other legal thing."

"Well, I... sure. That'd be fine. I don't have anything planned for this evening anyway. Sunday evenings are my days off. Unfortunately, the only time I have off."

Lynn sighed in relief. "Okay. I'll be there in a little over an hour. Thank you!"



Legal Issues Ch. 06



Lynn sat in her car. She'd worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn't at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp. She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass. Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved. She'd tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up. She couldn't pull them up high because of her udder. A baseball cap she'd received from a previous client hid her ears and her face from casual view. Her shoes absolutely didn't fit so she'd gone barefoot. 

The cool quiet of the parking garage helped calm Lynn as she wriggled herself into a more comfortable position. The thought of driving on the open road suddenly seemed far too daunting. There's going to be other cars and, she grimaced. Loud noises. And what if they see me? Or what if I get pulled over? What will the cop do? I can't. I can't do this. I can't. Lynn's face crumbled. She felt a lump in her throat that threatened to turn into another crying fit. She swallowed several times, breathing through her nose as she fought for calmness. 

Before she could change her mind, Lynn turned the ignition and the car rumbled to life. The young woman backed out and then turned. The small card tucked into her visor activated the large metal door and it slid open as she forced her mind to be completely blank. Checking the round mirror outside the entrance, she slowly pulled onto the empty street. 

The ride was harrowing for Lynn. She drove exactly the speed limit the entire time. Her knuckles ached from the amount of constant control she was exerting. Every few seconds she went through a mental checklist: speed, driving steady within the lines, no cops behind her or on the side of the road and nobody looking through her window. She'd driven so aggressively before, yelling and honking at other drivers as she merged in spaces almost too small for her car. But, now, large trucks scared her and semi-trucks terrified her. They just looked too large and too loud and they loomed over her when they passed. Her heart beat loudly in her chest the entire drive through the city and on the Interstate. 

Once Lynn took the small exit leading towards Christopher's farm, she found herself finally calming. Traffic became nonexistent and she found herself glancing outside her window. Suburbs faded away to farms. Several times she had to swerve back into her lane after she caught herself staring at the wide open fields on other side of her small car. Tall, unkempt grass swayed like an ocean of green edged by a beach of wheat or corn. She blushed as she passed a herd of cows and refused to think of the reasoning for it. Huge tractors rolled along dark brown soil, pulling and pushing various pieces of equipment. An occasional muted booming scattered a few birds from orchards while the rest stayed where they were, indoctrinated against the constant sound. 

Large oak trees warned her of her arrival and a cheerful little sign reassured her that she'd found the right place: Shady Oaks Farm. Lynn pulled onto the path leading to the large house. She slowed as she watched for small animals wandering onto the loose dirt of the tiny road. Finally, she stopped in front of the house. 

"Just breathe," she told herself. "Just breathe. In and out. In and out." Lynn unbuckled herself and then exited the car. She shifted uncomfortably before looking down. Her cheeks flamed bright red. "If there was ever an award for biggest camel toe..." she muttered. The woman's yoga pants, stretched tight from her larger hips and ass had formed against her and she could clearly see her puffy labia in the outlines of the fabric. With a quick glance to the house and the yard around her, Lynn reached a hand down the front of her pants. 

A small glowing light emerged from a nearby tree. It made its way to Lynn with an erratic path. As the young woman pulled at the sides of her pants, the light settled behind her left ear. A second light came from the house to dance around the young woman. 

Lynn made her way to the front door. A small black cat came to her, butting its head and side against her legs. She smiled at it but kept her pace. The ground was soft to her rough bare feet and the smell of grass and hay and dust tickled her nose. Finally, the young woman paused in front of the screen door. She glanced over herself one more time before knocking. She tucked her head down so that the hat would hide her face. 

The inner wooden door opened and she stepped back as Christopher opened the screen door. She glanced up to see his hesitant smile. 

"Well, you're sure not dressed up in your lawyer gear," he told her. "So maybe I am safe today." Lynn looked up at Christopher and the man's eyebrows knit together in sudden confusion. "Hey. You... What's... What happened to your nose?" 

His honest confusion made her feel relief. "May I come in, Mr. Chapman?" 

"Y- yeah. Come on it. Are you okay?" 

Lynn stepped through the doorway as Christopher backed up. She closed the door and they both stared at each other silently. So many thoughts crossed Lynn's mind, of what she should do or shouldn't do. Finally, she simply pulled the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her small udder. She felt the shirt drag across all four nipples before they flopped back downward. 

"What the-!" Christopher backed up, knocking over a lamp in the process. "What-! What the hell?! Is this some kind of joke?!" 

Lynn held the shirt up, suddenly angry. "I was hoping it was. I was hoping this was something you did somehow and that you could fix it. I hoped it was some cruel joke you did to me but you had some... serum or something that could make it go away. Now I'm looking at you and I see that's not what it is. You didn't do this, did you?" 

"I've... Ms. Hathaway, I have no idea what to do or say here. Are you seriously telling me that that's not some prosthetic? Not some... some..." 

"I've been thinking on the drive here," she told him. "It started after I drank the milk you gave me. It had to have started then. I began to remember all these things from my childhood and I felt happy. But my body started changing, too. I just didn't realize what that meant until this morning. It was just bigger breasts and I thought my period was coming. But then my feet and this... this udder... and..." Lynn took the hat from her head. "Look at my ears! I have a tail! What am I supposed to do with all of this?! I thought- I hoped you could fix this. That you gave me some... thing in that milk that did this." 

"Oh my god," Chris said, staring at her ears. "Oh my god. I- no. Oh my god." The man held his hand to his face in horror. "I swear to you that I didn't. I swear on my life. I drank from that same bottle the morning you showed up! I don't- How could I have anything that could do this to you? How is it even possible? Are you sure-" 

Lynn walked to the man. With a rough move, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her udder. He jerked and then touched it gently. She could feel his warm hands on the slightly cool, smooth flesh. She watched his eyes the entire time. He traced alone the edge of her udder, trying to find where it ended. Instead, he found no edge but the continuation of her skin and the start of her fur. 

"Is that-" 

"Yes, fur. No, I'm not going to show you. It goes all the way down to my knees. Oh no. I'm stuck like this, aren't I? You really have no idea what happened." 

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Hathaway," Christopher whispered. His hand traced along her udder, skirting around the four nipples. She felt pleasure in his touch but she was cold; her last hope was lost. "Does it... Does it hurt?"  

"No," she said, her voice quiet. "No, it doesn't hurt. Well, it hurts to stand. My feet... they're..." 

Christopher looked down at Lynn's feet. "Oh," he said. 

"Yeah," Lynn replied. "Yeah. Can I sit?" 

At a nod from Christopher, Lynn walked to the small reclining chair and sat, sighing gratefully to be off her feet. "I don't think it's done yet. Every day it's been something different. Little things until this morning." She blushed as she remembered milking herself in the bathroom. 

"Maybe," Christopher paused. He picked a seat on the couch nearby. "Maybe it'll go away? If it came to you like this, maybe it'll go away? Whatever's causing it? Maybe it's like an infection or something that your body will fight off?" 

"An infection?" Lynn laughed bitterly. "A cow infection? And what if it doesn't? What if it gets worse and I wake up a full cow? What am I supposed to do then? Be a milk cow my... oh my god, except I'd have to have little baby cows first, wouldn't I? Which means I'd have to have sex first. With another cow." 

"A bull." Christopher winced as Lynn's face turned pale. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that." 

"I can't live like this. I can't, Christopher. I can't go walking around the city trying to hide this. It would take one slip up before someone finds me and puts me in a lab somewhere." 

Silence stretched between the two. 

Christopher stared at the ground in front of Lynn. "You could stay here. I have room. Nobody comes out here much and there's plenty of space for you." 

"Plenty of space to roam and eat?" Lynn felt hot tears threatening to come forth again. I will not cry. I won't, she told herself. "I'm sorry. I'm being mean while you're trying to be helpful. I- I might have to. I don't know what else to do. Christopher, I feel dumber than before. I can't remember specific laws that I used to know off the top of my head. Some words don't come as easy to me. At least... At least if..." At least if I turn into a cow, you'll take care of me, won't you? She wanted to ask. 

"You can stay as long as you want. I don't know what happened but I feel like I did this somehow. And, even if I didn't, I'd offer for you to stay. I have plenty of land and a house too big for me. I'm not religious but I've felt things and I've yet to have a bad crop when others around me have gone a year or two with nothing to show. I've thought I've heard things around the house and I know I'm not crazy. I know there are things in the world we can't explain. I won't," Christopher paused. "I won't treat you like an animal no matter what happens. You stay here and figure out what you need to do. Take as much time as you need and I'll help with whatever I can." 

Lynn nodded, afraid to speak. A sudden yawn took her by surprise. She felt a large amount of stress lift from her shoulders. She hadn't wanted Christopher to be the blame for what happened to her and she was glad he wasn't. She felt her tail move as two more vertebrae formed, forcing it longer. Lynn adjusted to make it more comfortable. 

"I'd like that," she told him. Lynn hid another yawn with the back of her hand. Beneath her hand, more tiny hairs sprouted along her jawline. Lynn's jaw cracked on a huge third yawn. Small bones shifted subtly in preparation for further growth. The young woman caught herself rubbing her back against the chair but stopped when she noticed. Tiny brown and white hairs were sprouting along her back, covering her in short fur. "I'm-" Lynn blinked slowly. "Tired." 

"Oh. Man. I can't imagine what stress you have to be under right now. Jesus. Let me, here, let me show you the guest room." Christopher stood, offering the young woman his hand. She took at and was surprised at his strength when he pulled her to her feet. "Here, just follow me." 

Lynn leaned on the man as she walked. "I'm... shleepy," she slurred, smacking her slips. "Muuh." 

Christopher led Lynn to a large, bright room. An armoire dominated the corner by the door while the other corner held an old fashioned desk. But, it was the large bed that held Lynn's attention. The bed was covered in an old, thick quilt that Christopher pulled back for her. She crawled slowly between the sheet and blanket. 

"Listen," Christopher told her. I'll stay in the house. If you need anything at all, you call for me. Okay? Hey. Okay?" 

Lynn nodded, sighing as she settled. Suddenly, a thought emerged. "No," she muttered weakly. Sleep. It... happens... wh-" Lynn's eyes closed. 

Christopher frowned at the young woman. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her long ear, he quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. 

With her eyes closed, Lynn's breathing steadied as she fell into deep sleep. She snorted briefly as her mouth slowly extended away from her face. Her nose flattened completely into her expanding face until her shortened, hairless muzzle was complete. Hairs bloomed along the length of her face, covering her in soft brown fur. White hairs lined the edge of her pink and black nostrils. Lynn rubbed her head against her pillow as if easing the itching sensation in her sleep. Her tongue lashed out and up, longer than before as it completely licked at her expanded nose. "Muuh," she whispered in her dreams. 

The young woman turned over, facing away from the door. The fur from her muzzle crept down her slim neck and over her shoulders. It grew out thicker along the nape of her neck and back of her shoulders until it met with the shorter fur of her back. Down along her spine, the fur pushed from her skin, lengthening to match the tufts on her shoulders. 

Lynn wriggled within her blanket, pushing it down as she tossed and turned in her sleep. The brown fur below her hairline darkened as she began to sweat, overheating in the afternoon sun while under covers and clothes. Sweat pooled on her chest and the woman groaned in her sleep. The nipples atop her breasts stiffened under her shirt and, slowly, they lengthened until they were a fourth the size of the nipples on her udder. 

Short, wiry white fur sprouted between Lynn's triple-d breasts. It crept to her left side until it merged with the brown fur of her back, leaving a massive white patch of fur in its wake. Brown and white fur bloomed along her right side. The young woman scratched under her shirt in her sleep. Hairs erupted around her fingers and she moaned quietly at the sensation, arching her back in response. 

Lynn's body swelled slightly. From her chest to her hips, the last few remaining defined edges softened. Years of hard work in the gym melted away, leaving her with curves that matched her larger frame. Her bra strained under her larger size until finally, the strap broke. Lynn sighed happily when her furry breasts were freed. Skin from her hips bulged slightly over the tops of her tight pants and the woman's ass and hips stretched her pants nearly to the breaking point. 

The quilt laid half off the bed, only covering Lynn's legs as she moved. Her entire upper body was completely furry and, as if that were a trigger, her tail began growing in earnest. The developing vertebrae widened as they pushed from her tailbone, each bone growing as thick as her wrist. Her skin stretched to accommodate the tail, bare skin quickly becoming overgrown with brown fur. Further and further it grew, sliding along the bed sheets until it slipped over the edge of the bed to touch the floor. The powerful tail trembled as she dreamed and the tip thumped once, twice against the floor before lying still. 

Under the covers, Lynn's toes finished growing together, forming one solid mass. The bones of her ankles shifted, pushing her feet down rather than flat. Muscles, ligaments and bones reshaped her legs subtly until the new position was natural and comfortable for her. Lynn whined in her sleep as her foot cracked and broke, pushing her new semi-hooves further away from her reformed ankles. The edges of her toenails merged completely into a smooth, curved line from one side of her foot to the other. A split appeared between her second and third toes as the hard material grew around to finally cover the bottom of her toes. Bones thickened around her new hooves, anchoring them solidly in place to her elongated foot. The front of Lynn's hooves continued to grow out into a gentle slope, her five human toes now replaced by the two solid ones - proper cloven hooves. 

A small light winked into existence behind Lynn's furry ear. The creature lazily wandered the small room before settling into the crook of Lynn's hand. A second light appeared through the bedroom wall while a third dropped from the ceiling. The two newcomers floated around Lynn as if inspecting their handiwork. Their lights dimmed briefly as their movements slowed. The two new lights tumbled to the bed, rolling towards the first sleeping light. Lynn instinctively pulled all three closer to her body. She sighed in her sleep as the changes stopped. 

The house settled quietly around Lynn. Old wood creaked quietly, protesting the loss of warmth as the sun began to set. Somewhere within the house, an old clock chimed seven times. Two of the three lights flared to life next to Lynn and, excited, they vanished through the wall leading outside. The young woman blinked sleepily. The last little light glowed to life and Lynn looked down at the sudden brightness. She caught a glimmer of the thing's light before it vanished into the mattress. The room was darkened around her. Fading sunlight filtered through translucent curtains to give the room a soft gray color. 

Lynn turned and then yelped as the base of her tail twisted painfully between her body and the bed. Instead, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. The young woman looked down her short muzzle. It was impossible to miss with how it jutted from her face. She reached up to touch it, feeling how short the brown fur was that lined it. Her nose was huge and soft and she caught herself petting it over and over. It felt both good to touch and good to be touched. 

Her hands were still bare flesh, she noticed. Lynn held her arm out to look at it, following the creamy white complexion until it vanished beneath her t-shirt. She could feel fur along her shoulders as it rubbed the shirt. With a glance at the door, the young woman pulled her shirt off. Her broken bra tumbled to the bed and the woman laid her shirt down on top of it. 

The corner of Lynn's mouth twisted in consternation. Her huge breasts were completely furry with only her nipples left uncovered. She looked down her larger, softer body, seeing how her stomach was covered save for her udder. It looked the same as it had when she woken up earlier in the day and she was thankful it hadn't grown. Thank god for small favors, huh? Oh, thank you divine entity for turning me into a cow but not giving me a gigantic cow udder. Thank you so much, she thought sarcastically. 

Reaching back awkwardly, the young woman felt along her back, tracing the thick fur along her spine to the bulge of flesh from the base of her spine. As she touched it, it moved under her hand and she looked down to see how long it was. She could feel the tip touching the ground while the rest of it rubbed against the blanket. Three feet long? She wondered. It's huge. I mean, seriously, how can I hide that? I can't. I can feel it moving but I can't make it stop. I can feel the muscles making it happen but I don't know how to control them. Lynn gathered the tail up in to her lap. It felt heavy in her hands and she absentmindedly stroked it as she let her mind wander. 

Lynn ran through her memories in an exercise to make sure that nothing had mentally changed. She could remember her whole left as easily as she had before but her childhood still stood out. As she sat in the bed, quietly petting her own tail, she realized how quiet it was. There were no cars driving or honking and no half-heard conversations as people passed her apartment. The dull roar of the city was replaced with an oasis of serenity. Despite her changes, she felt calm. Nothing hurt. She still remembered who she was. She could still think and reason and nothing out here could hurt her. I don't know Christopher but he seems honest and nice. I thought that even before the changes happened so I think that's safe. I don't think he would hurt me. I can live here for a while and figure out what I can do. Or what I should do. 




Legal Issues Ch. 06



Lynn pulled the covers away from her body and then stopped. 

"Of course. Of course hooves," she said quietly. Her voice sounded deeper to her ears and she wondered if it truly was. The young woman stared at the remains of her feet. It was disconcerting to see a cow's leg jutting from the bottom of her own leg, especially a hairless cow leg. She flexed her leg, watching as it bent in a straight line. Try as she might, she couldn't make her hooves move anywhere except straight; no sideways motion worked. 

Setting her tail behind her on the bed, Lynn swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Unused to the difference in length, she immediately knocked her hooves against the ground. Finally, she set her hooves down carefully and they flexed slightly as she placed weight on them. Lynn carefully stood, ready to fall over. However, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her body intuitively found its new center of balance. She felt her tail flick behind her as she looked around the room. The young woman crouched, wobbling slightly in order to retrieve her t-shirt. She pulled the shirt on, awkwardly struggling to fit it over her muzzle. Easier off than on, she thought. 

Once clothed, Lynn walked to the bedroom door. She cracked it and then called out. "Christopher?" 

The man answered immediately. "Yes? Hey, are you okay? You're awake?" 

"Yes," she replied from behind the door. "Can you come here, please?" 

"Yeah, just a sec." 

"Only," she told him. "Only, it's happened again. I've changed more. Don't be shocked, okay? Don't... don't make fun of me or anything, okay?" 

"Of course I won't, Ms. Hathaway. I'm not that kind of guy." 

Lynn retreated back to her bed, sitting to arrange herself. Her udder showed through a gap in the bottom of her t-shirt and her fat nipples pressed against the straining fabric of the oversized top. The young woman pulled the blanket around to cover herself. Christopher knocked politely on the door. 

"You don't have to knock," she told him. "It's your house." 

"Yes but it's your room. Can I come in?" 

"Yes, please," she told him nervously. 

Lynn looked down at the floor as Christopher walked in. 

"Oh," the man said simply. 

Lynn nodded. "Please. Just don't... don't be sympathetic. I'm doing okay with this so far but if I hear pity or sympathy, I don't think I could handle it." 

"I won't. I mean, I'll try. I don't pity you, Ms. Hathaway." 

"Lynn," she said. "Just Lynn now." 

"Only if you'll call me Chris. Christopher is a mouthful." Seeing her nod, he continued. "Is- is that all?" 

"No," she said, hugging the quilt to her ample chest. "I'm... everything but my arms and legs are covered in fur. And I have hooves now. And a tail. A big one. And I'm bigger. Chubbier." Lynn tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind her floppy ear. 

Chris nodded, clearly uncertain of what he should say. 

"But," Lynn continued. "I still have hands. Maybe... maybe it'll stop. Maybe I-" The young woman yawned. "Maybe that's all it'll be. A two legged cow woman. That wouldn't be so bad. Well, not so terrible. I mean, given the choice between that and a cow, I'll take what I have now." She yawned again. 

"I can understand that," Chris agreed. "And, well, if you wore a big enough hat and hid your tail, you could still go out and about. Especially here. I usually have plenty of warning before anyone shows up." 

"Chris," Lynn yawned. Her larger jar cracked as her eyes watered. "I'm getting sleepy again. Every time I've felt like this, I've changed more. Will you... will you stay with me a bit? Just in case it doesn't stop? I don't want to be alone if that happens." Her eyes dipped close before she opened them again. 

"I will, Ms. Ha- Lynn. I will." 

The young woman nodded as she pulled the covers up to her chin. Her tail moved before her, slipping out from under the blanket to fall to the floor. 

Lynn dreamed of a field full of dandelions. She was a young girl and the world was flat and green and yellow around her for miles. Trees dotted the land at the edge of her vision and the wind rippled her clothing and hair. She spread her arms, grinning wildly as the wind pushed her. The grass shifted in intricate patterns around her while clouds raced through the sky. 

It was a perfect, beautiful day and her heart soared.



Legal Issues Ch. 07



Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn's curtains. The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream. She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play. An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table. Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables and a bowl full of mixed greens. Lynn's stomach rumbled loudly and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything the day before. But, worse was her bladder. She wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in warmth but both basic needs cried out to her.

Lynn carefully pulled the blanket away from her. Her udder seemed to bulge a little more but everything else seemed the same. Except- Lynn looked at her arms. During the night, both arms had become covered in white and brown fur like the rest of her body. A large nearly perfect circular patch of white fur covered her right elbow while the rest of her arms were mostly brown. Looking down, she saw that her legs were similarly covered in fur. She smiled hopefully at the few changes. Swinging her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, she groaned when her bladder yelled for attention. 

A small white piece of paper lay next to the bowl on the table. Lynn picked it up. It was addressed to her and seemed like a man's penmanship. She read it while idly stroking the smooth skin of her udder.





Legal Issues Ch. 07



"I... I..." Lynn stuttered. "Feel stupid... I can't... can't control this."

"It's fine, Lynn. You're okay here. You're safe, you know that. I'll be right back." Chris stood but Lynn grabbed his arm.

"Don't... Don't..." She said. "Help... help me to my room. Please." Another flash of lightning made her pull back into herself.

Chris took Lynn carefully, helping her stand on shaking legs. The young woman's hooves struck the floor loudly as she leaned on the man. They walked together to Lynn's room and he helped her onto her bed as rain began falling in waves around the house. Lightning and thunder struck at the same time causing Lynn to moan quietly as she covered herself. 

"I'll bring a lamp," Chris told her.

"Stay," Lynn said.

"Then, I'll grab a chair."

"N...no, " Lynn replied. "P... please. I... will you hold me?"

Rain crackled on the bedroom window. Chris looked at the bed and then made a decision. "All right. If you're sure, Lynn."

"Th... th... th..." The young woman tried to say as tears welled at the corner of her eyes. 

Chris crawled over the young woman carefully. Just as carefully, he slid under the covers behind her. Immediately, Lynn wriggled back against him and he felt her shivering, not from the cold. Her hooves clattered together before she moved her legs apart. Chris reached for Lynn and then stopped. Frowning at himself, he moved his hand across her stomach. He could feel her furry belly through the gaps in the shirt she wore. His shirt. She'd never given him his red and black shirt back and, instead, had taken to wearing it in the evening before bed. 

The young man swallowed, unsure of what he should do. Lynn continued to shake next to him and so, with a mental prayer that she wouldn't take it the wrong way, the man reached his fingers under the bottom of her shirt. He could feel her belly button underneath a thick tuft of fur. He slowly ran his fingers through the fur of her belly. When she didn't stop him, he began stroking her slowly. Her tail twitched against his hip but she made no protest.

Emboldened, Chris started humming quietly to the young woman. His head lay in the soft, warm crook of her neck and he could smell her scent. The unusual smell of her fur and the shampoo she used mixed with a wonderful earthy smell underneath it all. He reflexively nuzzled her but then stopped, mentally cursing himself. 

Thunder roared nearby and Lynn jerked in response but her shaking was slowly settling as she relaxed into the man behind her. He was warm and as comforting as she always imagined he'd be. The weight of his arm around her and his very presence next to her soothed her nerves. The way he stroked her fur, digging his fingers down to her skin, scratching and rubbing and working his fingers was both relaxing and exciting all at the same time.

The constant sound of the heavy rain and gentle humming sound mixed with the warmth and weight of Chris against her. Lynn's eyelids drooped heavily and she sighed contentedly as she drifted off. 

Lynn woke when she felt Chris stirring behind her. The morning was gray from pre-dawn after a night of heavy rain. 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Did I wake you?"

"No," she lied. "Thank you for last night. I hope it didn't incon... tsk, what was the word? I hope it was okay."

Chris pushed himself to the foot of the bed with a chuckle. "Oh yeah. I haven't slept that good in ages. And that's after moving here from the city. You're very comfortable, Lynn."

The young woman stood when Chris did. He smiled at her and then spread his arms awkwardly when she hugged him. Slowly, he folded his arms around her to return it.

"Thank you," she whispered. Lynn pressed her wide nose into the side of Chris' neck before stepping back.

He smiled questioningly at her while touching his neck with his fingertips. "What was that?" He asked.

Lynn looked down. "A... a kiss."

Chris touched under Lynn's muzzle, gently lifting it up so he could look at her. "Thank you, Lynn." He brought his hand around to the side of her face and she closed her eyes to press against him.

The day passed with Chris checking his property for damage from the storm. Lynn followed him around and he wondered at her odd silence.

Their evening routine continued as before and Chris was soon yawning in his chair. He lay his book face down and stood, surprised when Lynn didn't follow him. 

"Are you staying up a bit?" He asked her.

"Yes, a bit," she replied, her eyes focused on the paperback novel she was reading.

"All right. Not too late, though. You promised you'd help with the apples in the morning."

Lynn nodded and Chris went to bed. He lay quietly, wondering if he should go to her. Since she'd arrived, she'd almost always been cheerful and her sudden quiet today had him worried. He heard her stand and walk in the living room, her hooves making it nearly impossible for her to walk quietly. When she didn't stop at her room, he looked up, just as she opened his door. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

Lynn nodded. "May I sleep with you tonight?"

"I- sure." Chris moved back on the bed until he felt the cold wall against him. Lynn slid between the covers, quickly pressing herself against him. Chris shifted until his face was at the back of her neck. The thicker fur along her spine was the softest on her body and he loved the way it felt. Lynn moved her arms in the blanket in front of him and when she settled, Chris reached around to her belly. The man settled comfortably into place. Lynn was the softest woman he'd ever been with and he hadn't lied; he'd slept amazingly well the previous night. 

With his hand on her belly, Chris felt Lynn's heart racing. Before he could ask if she was okay, she took his hand, moving it up her belly until it rested on her left breast. She squeezed his hand and then let go. 

"Are you sure, Lynn?" Chris whispered.

"Are... do..." Lynn swallowed. "Do you want to, Chris?"

In response, Chris sat up, turning Lynn over to her back. Lynn shifted to settle her thick tail but avoided Chris' eyes. His borrowed red and black shirt was unbuttoned and her massive, furry breasts lay heavily on her chest. The man bent to her and she writhed when he sucked at her nipple. It stiffened almost immediately in his mouth and he was surprised at its length. He pulled back briefly and Lynn covered herself.

"Oh god. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's ugly. I-" Lynn stammered.

Chris moved her hand away gently. Again, he took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. Lynn moved under him. He reached for her other nipple, tweaking and pulling at it until he felt it harden in his fingers. Lynn gasped and then reached for Chris' hand, he let her have it and then groaned as she sucked his finger into her muzzle. Her mouth was warm and wet and she rolled his finger around, sucking at it as he did to her. 

Pulling his finger free, Chris scratched down Lynn's sides and she arched her back at the sensation. The nipples of her udder shifted, moving and twisting as they tried to harden like the nipples on her breasts. Chris touched one of them.

"Should- can I?"

Lynn nodded shyly, lightly gripping Chris' head to pull him down to her udder. The man carefully licked at the tip of her lower nipple and then, he took the entire thing in his mouth. 

Lynn gasped. "Oh. Oh, that's... Oh. Can you.... Oh. Teeth, please?" She moaned louder when Chris bit at her elongated nipple gently. It was different than the nipples of her breast. More sensitive in a way, less in others but she felt nerves respond deep inside of her and the feeling was intensely erotic. Chris pinched two of her other nipples causing Lynn to moan louder, biting at her black and pink lower lips. She felt herself grow suddenly wet. "Muuuh. Chris, oh yes."

The man leaned over her body, grinding against her as he squeezed and sucked at her breasts. Lynn shivered in response, her hands going to his back, massaging and kneading and tugging until he sat up to take his shirt off. She knew how muscular he was; she'd seen him shirtless many times but now, with him straddling her hips, she grew even more wet. She explored his hard stomach while he pinched and pulled the nipples on her breasts. Fur rasped on fur as he pushed her tits together, marveling at their size and softness. 

Bending low over her, Chris kissed each nipple. He moved further, slowly kissing down her furry stomach. She gasped when he kissed her udder and then twisted as he sucked at the tip of all four lower nipples. He continued down, kissing the bottom of her udder and the soft bit of fur showing above her fuzzy pajamas. He pulled at her pants and she lifted her hips to let him take them off. 

Lynn moaned as he kissed above her clit but then he was gone, sliding her pants down her long legs and over her hooves. She flushed in shame and excitement. She knew what she looked like and so a piece of her worried continuously whether Chris looked at her like a sideshow freak. But, Chris had yet to show a single bit of pity towards her and her-

"Muuuh!" Lynn cried out, her fingers gripping at Chris' hair as he was suddenly between her thighs. She opened for him, spreading her legs as he licked her swollen pussy lips. His nose pressed on her clit as he wrapped his arms around her furry thighs. Chris pressed further, licking deep inside while grinding his nose against her clit. Lynn bucked her hips, rolling and pressing against him. It'd been such a long time since she'd had a lover that she'd almost forgotten what it was like. And with what had happened to her, she'd thought she'd never know a man's touch again. Her tailbone ached but she refused to move while Chris held her.

The fur around her pussy was soaked with spit and her juices. She felt an orgasm building within her but knew it wouldn't come quickly enough. Lynn reached two fingers down to her clit. She rubbed in a circle as Chris sucked and nibbled at her. With her free hand, Lynn pulled and squeezed at the nipples on her udder. The multiple sensations pushed her closer to the edge and she gasped, trying to tell Chris to bite her more or go deeper. The man felt her rhythm and breathing quicken and he gripped her ass tightly, fingers digging into her large, soft ass cheeks as he pressed himself deeper into her, his tongue working at the exact same spot over and over.

"Oh! Fu- Yes!" Lynn screamed, bucking as her orgasm stormed through her. Chris was suddenly kissing her and she opened her short muzzle to him, tongues licking at each other in an awkward, yet furious attempt to kiss each other deeply. The man's fingers slipped between her soaking wet pussy lips causing Lynn's eyes to roll back. The man began furiously pounding his fingers in and out of her. Her jaw worked as a small, sharp orgasm followed the first. When he didn't stop, she pushed gently at his chest.

"I- You're..." Lynn stuttered. Chris took his fingers out of her and she shook. Her gigantic tits heaved as she tried to find her breath. "I want you in me. "Please," she added, breathlessly. A part of her wished his first penetration had been with his cock but she was passed caring for much beyond the passion and sensations she was feeling.

Lynn rubbed herself while Chris fumbled with his pants. She felt him push her hands away as he leaned over her, his hard cock pressed against her furry, engorged clit. He rubbed her, bending over her body to lick at her hard, erect nipples in a slow, maddening circle. Lynn tried to adjust herself so he'd slip into her but the man moved with her.

"Please. Please, Chris." She begged. He bit her nipple, not gently and she moaned again. Oh god, she thought. What if this made me loose? What if... oh god, what if I'm only fit for an animal now? What-

Chris held Lynn's hands down as the head of his cock slid between Lynn's wet lips. He moaned loan as the strong muscles inside of her gripped at his length. Lynn's eyes bulged at his thickness. Whether because it had been such a long time or because he was so big, it hurt for him to be in her.

"Jesus. Christ." Chris gasped. "You're so tight, Lynn. Holy fuck, you're so..." 

Lynn hugged Chris to her soft chest, sweat and fur mixing as the man pulled out of her. "Can... my tail... can you lift my hips?" 

Chris' strong hands lifted her thighs. Lynn helped, bending her knees as he set her legs over his shoulders. Lynn automatically lifted her hips as he leaned forward.

"Oh! OH G-!" Lynn screamed. The position forced him far deeper than she expected and it felt incredible. Her tail slapped hard against the wall over and over uncontrollably as he slammed into her. "N- no," she panted. "G... gentle. Please. Gentle first."

Their rhythm slowed. Chris pulled out until the head of his cock was at her opening and then, as Lynn pushed up and into him, he slid forward. Lynn glanced at him briefly and flushed when she saw his beautiful green eyes staring back at her. He was sweating and focused but she saw, if not love, something close to it. She touched his cheek before gasping from at a sudden hard thrust. Her furry hands dug fists into the bed's sheets. The orgasm building within her was powerful; their angles and positions made Chris rub an electric spot deep within her and it drove her wild.

Lynn pulled at her udder's nipples. The alien sensation added to the pleasure she felt and she gasped, begging for more. She felt Chris' balls slap at the wet fur of her ass just as her huge tits bounced into her muzzle. Over and over, a steady powerful rhythm until Lynn thought she might go mad from overstimulation.

"Oh. Oh. Don't. Oh. Don't. Stop. Right. There." She gasped.

"I can't. I can't hold it. Lynn. Look at me. Look at me, Lynn." Lynn looked up at Chris. He was gritting his teeth hard together as muscles stood out on his arms. Lynn's hooves knocked loudly together behind him and, if she weren't seconds away from a massive orgasm, she'd feel embarrassed. "Look at me," Chris repeated, hissing through clenched teeth.

Deep within her pussy, Chris' cock swelled. He jerked to a stop and then groaned as he forced himself to continue. Lynn felt him cumming in her and it filled her, adding to her own wetness. And then, her own orgasm slammed into her and she forgot to breathe. Lynn's muzzle worked soundlessly as an insanely intense orgasm caused every single nerve in her body to light up. She bucked and locked her thighs around Chris' throat. A piece of her felt him pry loose as he pulled out and that caused another string of orgasms to roar through her. Lynn twisted, kicking her hooves out as she rolled, gasping and shaking, her tail whipping and thrashing around her. 

When Lynn could finally control herself, she rolled over, breathing heavily. Chris was crouched on the floor, breathing almost as hard as she was with his hand over her right arm.

"Why," Lynn croaked. "Over. There?"

Chris tapped at his right shoulder as he breathed. Lynn's eyes tried to focus and then she saw it - a thick welt on his upper arm. "Was... was..." She gasped.

"Tail," Chris answered. "Your tail."

"S... sorry."

Chris waved her apology away. Finally, he stood. His cock lay half-erect and she blushed at how big it was now that she saw him. Chris sat beside the young woman. She could smell the sex in the air and it made her twist her legs together. She felt his cum oozing out of her but all he wanted to do was ask if he could go again. Doubts clashed into her. What if we had sex just because it was the heat of the moment? She worried. What if he looks at me now and thinks I'm ugly?

"You... you can sleep here," she told him. "If you want."

Chris ran his fingers along her fury jaw, around her ears and into her thick brown hair. He smiled at her. "Actually, this is my bed. But, you can sleep here. If you want. I'd like that. A lot." Lynn pulled Chris down to her soft chest, hugging him tightly to her body. "And if you wait a while, I might see if I can convince you to do that again."