The Stray: A Bimbo Transformation Novella by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2023-07-21T21:38:35+00:00

The days went on like that first day. Spencer was often out of the house early. I had no idea what he did. Somehow he had retired. That didn't make sense, but there was so much that didn't make sense anymore. My mind was just kind of stuck in a permanent fog, making it hard to remember details and facts about my life.

And with each passing day, it got harder and harder to think about Miles or college or even my car. I just kind of adapted to life in the Winters' household. It was nice.

Gail and I spent our mornings cleaning the house. I had never enjoyed cleaning very much, but it was so calming. It helped me stay in such a thoughtless frame of mind. I felt as if I wasn't just cleaning the house. I was cleaning my mind, too.

Plus, she was teaching me to cook. Gail could be pretty ditzy, but I couldn't really complain. I felt pretty ditzy most of the time, too. So some of her cooking lessons didn't make a lot of sense, but I was getting better. I even helped Gail cook dinner now. I felt like a proper part of the household.

But the most fun was the afternoons I spent in Gail and Spencer's bedroom. And she had been right. She taught me how to give her just as much pleasure as she gave me. Our afternoons were filled with orgasmic ecstasy, both of us screaming as we came, our bodies completely addicted to the feeling of cumming over and over again.

But it wasn't just my body loving the pleasure. It was changing, growing, like a second puberty. It was most noticeable in my breasts. They just kept getting bigger and bigger. I probably should have been worried, but they felt so good.

"Just wait until they start producing, Annika," Gail said one day as she gave me a little inspection.

"Producing?" I asked. I had stopped even being worried about being called Annie anymore. I wasn't sure what it was, but it didn't even really feel like my name anymore.

"When your milk comes in," Gail answered with a giggle. "All women like us make milk. It's just natural, your body's way of making sure we all are young and perfect, fulfilling our rightful roles in the world."

I probably should have questioned Gail on that more, but the combination of my arousal and Gail's giggling distracted me.

And it was not like it was only my breasts that were changing. To be honest, none of my clothing seemed to fit anymore. I had to borrow dresses from Gail. She was nice about it, even being encouraging as I discovered my old clothes no longer fit me. They were too tight across the chest and around the hips. More and more, I was starting to look like Gail, with similar, if less extreme proportions.

Even my hair was getting lighter. It was hard to understand, but at the same time, I loved what I saw in the mirror every time I looked.

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