Transformative: Chapter 1 - Mother's Milk

By Tasha Tran

(Story Codes: Fb, ped, preteen, tg, big breasts, lac, 1st, mind control, mody modification, feminized, preg)

Bryce was sitting in the kitchen putting on his shoes when his mother walked in. He looked up at her frowning face. She didn’t like it when he did chores for Mrs. Neuken.

“Are you cutting her lawn again?” She asked.

“Yes,” Bryce snapped.

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man. I don’t approve of that…woman. The way she dresses. That bosom of hers is obscene. The way she flaunts it.” Bryce merely shrugged.

His mother crossed her arms and glared down at him. She looked at him like that a lot ever since his father had left them. Often a slap came soon after. “A boy your age shouldn’t be exposed to such filth. You’re only twelve for God’s sake.”

Bryce stood up. He was small for his age, skinny and slightly feminine in his features. “I’m only cutting her grass. She pays me ten dollars and then I come home,” he said but added in his head, “But first she gives me cookies and milk and I get to see those awesome tits.”

“Well, since you’ve already agreed to do it you can but this is the last time. You are never to go over there again. Is that clear?”

“Whatever,” Bryce said as he threw open the back door. Usually his conversations with his mother ended in a shouting match but he didn’t want to sour the afternoon so he left before she could start screeching. He made his way to his neighbor’s shed and got the lawnmower out. Cutting the grass as quickly as he could while still doing a good job he was soon knocking on Mrs. Neuken’s backdoor.

A few moments later she appeared and gave him a big warm smile. He struggled to keep his eyes from staring at her massive tits. He had no reference as to what bra size she wore but they were at least the size of beach balls. They seemed to constantly jiggle as she moved and her large nipples were always hard and poked out at whatever she wore. Sometimes there were wet spots at her nipples. His mother was right about one thing, she liked to flaunt them. He never saw her without a lot of cleavage showing. Once she wore a t-shirt that was so small the bottoms of her boobs stuck out. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back almost to her ass and across her breasts.

“Oh, Bryce! How good to see you. Look,” she said glancing at the lawn, “you did another fabulous job. Please come in.” She held the door for him but it was impossible to pass by her without brushing up against those massive tits with his cheek. As he did, his already stirring cock grew harder. Blushing and trying to hide the growing bulge, he sat down quickly. Cookies and a glass of milk were waiting for him.

He started to munch on the cookies. They always tasted a bit odd and the first time he tried them he almost choked but he was able to get them down with the special milk she gave him. He didn’t know what was so different about it but it was sweeter and more watery than the milk his mother bought. It was so delicious. Now he loved the taste of the weird cookies. They always made him feel warm and mellow.

She sat down across from him, her tits sitting on the table, her cleavage making a cave that he couldn’t help but look into. “So, Bryce, how are you?”

Tearing his eyes from the cave, he looked up into her mesmerizing blue eyes. “I’m okay, I guess,” he paused then blurted out, “My mom says I can’t do any more chores for you! She won’t let me see you anymore.” Tears were forming in his eyes. He was so weepy lately, he had never been the kind of boy to cry but now he seemed to get teary eyed at the stupidest things.

A look of angry annoyance flashed across Mrs. Neuken’s face but it passed quickly and she looked at him with motherly sympathy. “Oh, you poor, baby,” she said coming around to him and hugging him, his face mashed into her soft tits, “Let me get you some more milk and cookies. You’ve finished those ones up already!” Placing the milk and cookies in front of him, she took out a cell phone. “Sweety, I’ll be right back; I have to call Mr. Neuken. Eat up and drink your yummy milk.” Bryce nodded weakly and started to nibble on the delicious cookies but was soon devouring them with gusto, chugging the milk to chase them down.

He heard her talking sternly in the other room. “Yes, sir, you heard me, we have to push the project ahead. Tonight. It has to be tonight or the effects will wear off and we’ll be back at square one. Yes, I know, you’re right. You’re always right. I’ll calm down. It’s just I’m so nervous and excited. If it doesn’t work…no, I trust you. You are my everything. Yes, sir. I know what to do. Love you, Bye.”

She came back in with a big smile on her face. “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl,” she said. Bryce had a moment’s curiosity as to who she was talking to and then slid into a feeling of gooey warmth. He felt no resistance or really any thoughts whatsoever and stared blankly at her in a pleasant trance. Mrs. Neuken knelt down in front of him. “Sweetheart, listen carefully. We have such plans for you. We’ve been preparing you with the cookies and the milk. My milk, sweet girl, from my breasts. And subliminal messages playing here in the kitchen. You won’t remember me saying these things to you but you will remember this. Tonight when your mother is asleep at 2:30 in the morning, you will write her a note telling her you hate her and you’re running away. Then you will sneak out ever so quietly and come over here. Enter by the backdoor which will be unlocked. I will meet you here. You belong to us now, my precious girl. Do you understand?”

Bryce nodded but it was like someone else nodding his head for him. She stood up. “Then all I have to say is: Begin!” Bryce awoke with a start. He looked around confused before looking up into the smiling face of Mrs. Neuken. “Um, thank you for the cookies and milk, Mrs. Neuken. I better get going.”

“Okay, sweetie, see you soon.” Bryce stood up and almost said “No you won’t” but something stopped him. He walked home and lay in his bed. He fell asleep.

***

Bryce walked into the Neuken’s home. It was dark and he wasn’t even sure why he was doing it but he couldn’t stop himself. As he closed the door, the lights came on in the kitchen. His heart was thumping hard in his chest. He was caught! He was going to get into so much trouble. Mrs. Neuken walked in wearing a see-thru nightgown. Bryce’s jaw dropped open as he saw her impressive tits with areolas as big around as a teacup.

She giggled. “Do you like? Maybe you’ll have some this big when you grow a bit bigger. Depends on what Daddy wants.” Bryce barely registered what she said as he stared openly at her. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

“There’s Mommy’s pretty girl.” Bryce felt himself relaxing into the gooey warmth again.

“Bryce, remove your clothes and throw them in the garbage. You won’t need those ugly boy’s clothing ever again.” Bryce undressed moving slowly like he was encased in molasses. Once he was naked, he dumped the clothes in the garbage can.

“That’s a good girl. Now come sit on Mommy’s lap.” Deep inside Bryce’s mind a little confused thought wondered why Mrs. Neuken was calling herself his Mommy but it was soon pulled down by the gooey warmth.

He walked over to her and sat down on her lap. She took an mp3 player off the table and put the ear buds in his ears. She then took out a syringe, tapping it to make sure there were no bubbles. “Your mother forced our hand, Bryce, or I should say Carlotta. That’s your new name.” Bryce mouthed the named and nodded. “The cookies have been helping to mold your mind, a little concoction of Daddy’s, he’s a brilliant chemist, you know. But we have to give you a bigger dose now and listen to these instructions.” She opened her nightgown and pulled it back to expose her tits to him, her nipples dripped milk. “My milk has been pumping you full of estrogen and some other lovely chemicals, helping to turn you into Mommy’s pretty little girl and Daddy’s little slut. Suck on Mommy’s tit, baby girl.” Bryce, Carlotta now, latched on hungrily to the nipple and started to suck the warm sweet liquid into his mouth. Mrs. Neuken moaned and shivered but then jabbed the needle into Carlotta’s ass.

“Oh, Mommy’s nipples are so sensitive, baby. You’re going to make me come just by sucking on them.” Carlotta could hear what she was saying over the sounds from the ear buds. He caught the recorded words of “slave”, “obey”, and “slut” but not all the words yet his cock was getting harder and harder. He felt his new Mommy stroke his hair. “You have such nice hair, my pretty little girl; we’ll let it grow out of course.” Carlotta felt a surge of love and pride in his chest when she said that. He’d always wanted long hair, to brush and style…didn’t he? She?

“Our Master has such plans for you, Carlotta, such plans for all of us. He is a genius. He has many pets now but I was his first.” Mommy started to stroke his hard cock ever so slightly, with just the tips of her fingers. Carlotta moaned into her nipple. “You will have a life of such pleasure, my little girl. Like I have.” Carlotta felt her orgasm welling up but her Mommy let go of her cock. Carlotta whimpered but never stopped sucking. “Soon, baby,” Mommy cooed, “soon.”

“Would you like to hear Mommy’s story, baby girl?” She asked as she gently tickled Carlotta’s balls. Carlotta nodded. “Very well, a bedtime story it is then. But first…,” she pried Carlotta from her tit and lifted her other one, milk leaking from the nipple in a steady stream. Carlotta shifted and started to suck on the new nipple. Mommy took another syringe and injected Carlotta with it again. Carlotta sighed with contentment as she felt herself sink deeper into the mental gooey warmth. She had no memories of before this moment, as if she had been suckling all her life.

“Mommy remembers her before time, unlike you, who will have new memories planted in your mind. I remember when He first came into our lives. I was only eight but I remember it vividly. My mother was dating him. She had met him online. At the time, he was working for a company that dealt with chemistry and genetics. It wasn’t long after he came into our lives that he started using us as his guinea pigs. My mother went from a church going prude to a raging slut in a matter of a month. My change was slower as he was more interested in body changes with me. Like making my cunt stretchier, or my erogenous zones more sensitive. He altered my mind so that I became devoted to him completely. Where I became his loyal pet and slave. Yet he never used me sexually during those early days. We would watch my mother together as she brought men home. I remember one time watching her be gangbanged by fifteen men and then pissed on before they left. I felt so horny watching her. I was in his lap the whole time and even though I ground my pussy against his cock he didn’t even touch me.”

Carlotta felt herself growing more and more aroused as he listened to Mommy’s story. Mommy continued to torment her by playing with her cock but pulling away before she could come.

“One day, my Master was trying a new genetic experiment on my mother, to make her tits huge, like mine are now. Something was wrong with that batch and she died. Her heart gave out. I was so totally under his control that I didn’t care that she was gone. As soon as her body was taken away, he grabbed me, ripped off my clothes and fucked me for the first time. It was wonderful. Pain and pleasure all rolled into one. I came when he shot his cum into me.”

Mommy started to rub Carlotta’s cock harder now. “We left town the next day and went to his home and lab up in the mountains. I have been both his assistant and guinea pig ever since. He has said that you are my gift for all my years of service. He owns you, of course, but you are mine to take care of. And not only that he has finally allowed me to become pregnant, by you.” At those words Carlotta came, shooting her cum all over Mommy’s hand. She pushed Carlotta away from her drained tit and held her cum coated hand in front of Carlotta’s face. Carlotta instantly fell onto her hand licking and slurping the cum off Mommy’s hand.

“Good girl,” Mommy said as she hugged Carlotta close. “I love you, Carlotta.”

Carlotta kissed Mommy with her cum covered lips, their tongues dancing with each other for a moment. “I love you, too, Mommy.”

Mommy took Carlotta’s hand and led her upstairs to her new bedroom. It was pink and white, with frilly curtains, and pillows everywhere. On the wall were posters of all the new boy bands but also posters of pornographic scenes. Carlotta loved her new room. She jumped into bed and purred as she sank into the soft mattress. Mommy pulled back the covers and lay down, Carlotta spooned in to her.

“Good night, Mommy’s pretty little girl.”

Carlotta wiggled her bare ass against Mommy’s belly, “Good night, Mommy.”

***

Bryce woke the next morning and was confused and a little scared. The room he was in was very pink. He was naked. Where was he naked? What was going on? The last thing he remembered with any certainty was mowing Mrs. Neuken’s yard. Then he felt a warm wetness on his cock. Looking down he gasped. Mrs. Neuken was sucking his cock. He started to panic. “M-M-Mrs. Neuken!? What?...”

She looked up at him and said, “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl.” Instantly Bryce felt himself slipping into the gooey warm feeling again, but this time he struggled, it felt like he was drowning and someone else was rising up to take his place. He didn’t struggle for long before he let himself go. The gooey warmth was so nice and inviting.

Carlotta looked at Mommy and smiled. “Good morning, Mommy!”

“Good morning, Carlotta, my sweet. We have a big day planned. First though we need to inject you and have breakfast.” The familiar sounds from the MP3 player could now be just slightly heard in the background. Carlotta giggled and flipped over and wiggled her butt at Mommy. Her injection was quickly administered then Mommy laid back on the bed and propped herself up with some pillows. She spread her legs exposing her bare pussy glistening with anticipation. Her tits were hard, filled with milk, her nipples leaking.

“Come to Mommy, baby. Suckle your breakfast.” Carlotta jumped between Mommy’s legs and started to suck on the delicious milk. Mommy moaned and sighed. Reaching around she grabbed Carlotta’s butt and pulled her forward. Carlotta gasped as she felt her cock enter Mommy’s wet pussy. It felt incredible.

“That’s it, my darling little girl, my beautiful slut, fuck Mommy. Let’s make that baby.” Never taking her mouth off Mommy’s nipple Carlotta began to move her hips instinctively. Sucking hard she started to slam her virgin cock into Mommy’s hot cunt.

“That’s it, baby! Fuck me! Oh, yes, my slut! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Carlotta came, her cum filling Mommy’s pussy. Mommy came as the cum filled her her cunt grabbing his small cock. “Yessssss!”

They lay together, Carlotta sucking gently on the last drops of the milk from the one tit. She moved slowly, kissing as she went to the other nipple. “That’s it, my girl, suck me dry.” Carlotta’s cock was still hard as it sat inside Mommy’s cunt. “Still, hard my baby? More of Daddy’s genius.”

Carlotta started to fuck again. She never wanted to stop fucking. It felt so good. Mommy moaned and groaned as she exploded in tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm. As Carlotta drank the last bit from Mommy’s beautiful boob, she came again pumping what felt like gallons of semen into her Mommy.

They cuddled for a few minutes, Mommy whispering sweet words of love and lust into Carlotta’s ear. Then Mommy gently pushed Carlotta off her. “Time to start our day, my darling girl. First things first, a nice hot shower I think. We are a little sticky.” They walked naked, hand in hand, down the hall to the bathroom. As Mommy started the shower, Carlotta considered herself in the full-length mirror. The boy looking back at her confused her.

“Mommy,” she asked starting to feel a little afraid, “Why do I look like a boy? What’s going on? What?...”

Mommy quickly looked up, “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl.” Soon, Mommy thought, she won’t have any more episodes, the boy she was will be gone, if only she had been allowed to continue the treatment slowly. She worried that the injections and subliminal messages wouldn’t take. She could only trust in her Master’s instructions.

Carlotta relaxed but she was still curious. “Mommy? Why do I have a cock? Girls don’t have cocks.”

Mommy laughed lightly, “Silly, some girls have pussies and some have cocks. You have a girl cock but you are still a girl.”

“Oh. Okay,” she ran her fingers through her short hair, “Mommy, why do I have a boy’s haircut?”

“Baby girl, don’t you remember, we thought a short cut would look cute, but we didn’t like it so we’re growing it back out. Don’t worry; I have a nice long wig for you to wear until it grows.” Mommy said grabbing some towels from the linen closet.

“Oh, right, I forgot,” Carlotta giggled. They stepped into the shower. Mommy started to soap Carlotta’s body, paying special attention to her still hard cock. Carlotta seemed distracted.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

Carlotta was quiet for a moment. “Mommy,” she asked in almost a whisper, “Am I sick?”

Mommy looked Carlotta in the eye. “Of course not. Why do you ask?”

Carlotta looked sheepish. “You’re my Mommy, and I love you, but I don’t really remember you or anything before I woke up this morning. Except…”

Mommy’s face was contorted in concern. “Except what?”

“I remember, or maybe it was a dream, another Mommy, one with black hair, but she wasn’t nice like you. She yelled at me a lot. I don’t remember what Daddy looks like. I remember mowing the lawn, but girls don’t mow lawns, it would break my nails…why are my nails so short? And…Mommy?”

“Yes,” Mommy asked with a slight quiver of fear in her voice.

“Who’s Bryce?”

Mommy gasped. “Um, I don’t know anyone named Bryce. Dreams can be weird.”

“Okay. But why can’t I remember anything else.” Carlotta started to cry. “Mommy, I’m scared.”

Mommy held Carlotta tight. “Sh, it’s alright, baby girl. I’ll call Daddy, he’ll know what to do. Just know that I am your Mommy and I always have been and I love you.”

Carlotta wiped her eyes. She nodded her head.

“While I’m talking to Daddy why don’t you have a nice hot bubble bath and just relax.”

Mommy stepped out of the shower and started to fill the tub, adding bubble bath to the water. Carlotta stepped in.

“Now turn off the water once it’s high enough. I’ll go and call Daddy.”

Mommy rushed down the hall to her room. She grabbed her phone and called her Master. She hit the speaker button and started to pace.

“What is it, slut?”

“Master, there’s a problem,” she said quickly.

“Calm down, Lorna, what’s going on?” he said in a soothing tone.

“It’s Carlotta, the treatment isn’t working. I have to keep giving her more injections and there’s less time between injections. Just now she was crying and asked who Bryce was. She’s scared that she can’t remember anything before this morning. I’m scared too, Sir, I can’t lose her.” Lorna started to sob.

“Lorna. Calm down. It’ll be okay. I thought this might happen. I’m couriering a new formula to you. It should be there in a few hours. I haven’t had a chance to test it but I’m confident it’ll work. In the meantime give her another injection and tell her her life story. Then give her a sleeping pill. By the time she wakes up the new formula will be there. Inject it, and her old personality should be wiped clean. The brain is an amazing device, it will add fake memories to fill in the gaps. And the injections will help it do that. Only Carlotta will remain.”

Lorna sniffled. “Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t worry, my pet, Carlotta will always be yours. Like I promised.” He hung up.

Lorna went back to the bathroom. Carlotta looked up. “Did Daddy know what was wrong with me?”

Lorna smiled, “Of course he did, baby girl. He’s sending a new medicine for you. For now let’s go get you dressed and put on your makeup.” She held out a big fluffy towel and wrapped Carlotta in it. They then walked down to Carlotta’s room. Lorna picked up another syringe.

“Just two more shots, my sweet, and then you will be all better.”

Carlotta lifted her towel to expose her ass. “Okay, Mommy. I sure hope so.” A quick jab and Carlotta felt the familiar gooey warmth but it was not as over whelming, it just made her feel a little mellow.

Mommy sat her down in front of the vanity mirror. She took up a wig, which matched Carlotta’s hair colour perfectly, it was long and once snuggly put in place reached halfway down her back. Carlotta sighed and smiled. “I like long hair, Mommy.”

Mommy took a brush and started to lovingly brush the new hair. “I do, too, baby.” She took great care brushing the hair over and over until it seemed to shine. All the while, she spoke to Carlotta.

“Carlotta, Daddy says it’s best to tell you about your life that you’ll be able to piece it together bit by bit. You have undergone a great trauma and transformation; this has caused you to forget. This is only temporary.”

Carlotta looked back at Mommy, making the wig move askew. “What transformation and trauma?”

Mommy firmly moved Carlotta’s head back and adjusted the wig. “Please, sit still, baby girl.”

“Sorry, Mommy,” Carlotta said biting her lip.

“No harm done,” she said resuming her brushing, “I’ll get to the whys and hows soon. Let me start at the beginning. You were born to me and Daddy twelve years ago. In fact, it was on your birthday that the trauma happened. More on that later. We were so glad to have a new baby girl. Can you believe when you came out you had an erection! We laughed so at that and gave it a kiss. Before nursing you Daddy masturbated on my nipple so the first thing you ever tasted was both Daddy’s cum and my milk. Oh, you loved that.”

Carlotta giggled. “I remember that I love cum.”

“Yes, you do. So do I. All women should. From that day on you enjoyed quite a bit of my milk and Daddy’s cum. As well, as many other men’s and women’s cum. Your aunts and uncles.”

Carlotta gasped, but kept her head perfectly still. “I have aunts and uncles?”

“Oh, yes, and cousins. You will see them again soon, at Daddy’s mountain home. There’s your Uncle Hal, Aunt Daisy, Aunt Leonora, and Aunt Fortuna, she has a girl cock like you. And then there’s your uncle David. You have five cousins. Harold, Lydia, Kara, Tom, and little Sally. You are the oldest. Sally is the youngest, only five.” Mommy paused and put down the brush, then opened the makeup drawer, turning Carlotta to face her she started to apply the makeup.

“Have I fucked all of them?”

“Ha, ha, you little slut, of course you have!”

Carlotta giggled again. “I like being a slut.”

“So do I. So should all women.” Mommy waited and watched Carlotta intently knowing that her family and personal history had been part of the subliminal programming.

“I-I” Carlotta said, “I seem to remember that. Yes, so much fucking and sucking.”

“Oh, good girl! Yes, so much fun!” Mommy laughed, clapping her hands. “And we will have so much more fun when we get home.”

“Why are we here, Mommy? Why aren’t we back home with Daddy and everyone else? What happened?”

Mommy sighed. “It was an unfortunate reaction to one of Daddy’s experiments. We are all products of Daddy’s wonderful experiments. Usually everything works out perfectly, but sometimes…well, he was trying to make it so you would never grow old, that you’d be eternally a little fuck toy,” Mommy lied, “but he thinks it was because you had hit puberty that your body reacted poorly. Daddy thought it best that you and I stay here while you recuperate. There!” Mommy said and spun Carlotta around to face the mirror once again.

Carlotta gasped. “Oh! I’m so pretty! I look like me again!” Carlotta swung her arms around Mommy’s neck and kissed her deeply. “Thank you, Mommy!”

Mommy held Carlotta tight. “No, thank you, Mommy’s pretty girl.” She then helped Carlotta into a see-thru nightie and gave her the sleeping pill. Then she tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. “Now, Daddy says you need a good sleep. When you wake up the new medicine will be here. We’ll going home soon.”

Carlotta closed her eyes, a contented smile on her lips. Mommy went downstairs feeling better and more at ease. There came a sudden knock at the door. “So soon?” she thought.

Lorna opened the door. “Where’s my so? Tell me where he is, you bitch!” It was Bryce’s mother.

To be continued...