By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

When four college students uncover a strange board game called Broad Game, they decide to give it a whirl. After all, there’s a storm and the power is out, and it’s too rainy to leave the campus. But they soon discover that the players in this game are doomed to be transformed depending on what cards and scenarios they draw. And those transformations are going to be very feminine, and very lusty . . .

Prologue Here

Previous Part Here

Part 3: Role Playing

The mood was eerie as the players gathered around the table again. Charlie was perhaps the most embarrassed at her state, looking like a woman from another time, one that at any moment would leap into the arms of a handsome Victorian lord and let him finally remove her bodice, petticoat, and undergarments entirely. Of course, she had competition from Jesse, whose male pride had been by far the largest, and given her recent trend of bad luck, was now fuming at the table even as she flexed her girl muscles. Sameen simply had a copy of Sense and Sensibility in her hand, subtly teasing Charlie as she read it, though she continued to bite her lip and pose in aggressively sexual ways, which sent more than a little colour to her olive cheeks.

“Dude, just fucking roll already,” Jesse barked. “I don’t wanna be a hot fitness babe any longer than I have to!”

“Yes, and I’d rather be back in this century, a man of renown and power rather than a lady in need of a good marriage!”

“I don’t know,” Sam purred. “You look rather hot like this, Charlie. I like this side of you.”

“Please, do not mock me!”

Alex took a deep breath. “Okay, fine, whatever. I have to play anyway, right? And judging from my chosen token . . .”

He gestured to the Playboy-style bunny he’d chosen and grimaced. “God, I’m regretting that decision now. Fuuuuck.”

“You might not even land on a change square,” Jesse said. “Though you fucking better. It won’t be fair if you get away with it.”

Another sigh from Alex. “At least I know what I’m getting into, right? And we can change back when the game is over. So we just rush it. Speed rounds and all that.”

He rolled the dice and got an eight in total, moving his figure ahead of the others. To his surprise, he landed on a square that said Transformation/Roleplay.

“Wait, what?”

“It’s a double,” Sameen said. “You’ve got to pick up both.”

“I don’t want to do both!”

“And I don’t want to be literally rubbing my clitoris as I read this book, okay?”

The others looked her way. Jesse looked under the table.

“Dude, what the fuck!?”

“I can’t help it! Books turn this naughty librarian on! So take the fucking cards, Alex!”

The young crypto bro winced. “I liked you better when you were just a bundle of nerves.”

“Oh, I’m touching a bundle of nerves now, mhmmm.”

She blushed red at that, but Alex brought the attention back by pulling the two cards and reading them allowed.

“Okay, transformation first. Here goes: ‘Hot Bunny: You’ve guessed correctly, Alex. Your first transformation will match your token, and from then on your token will match you. I always loved a hot Playboy bunny girl, so don’t disappoint me!’ Fucking great, so I guess I’ve got that coming my way. Okay, and here’s the Roleplay Card: ‘A Playboy bunny has many roles. To entertain. To make the men around her comfortable and aroused. And certain other . . . acts, behind closed doors. Get your mouth ready, Alex! You’re going to need it for more than just shilling cryptocurrencies!”

The man frowned. “What the hell does that - ahhh. Ohhhhh. I can f-feel it. It’s happening. Shit, it’s happening guys! What do I do?”

Charlie actually chuckled. “The same thing I did, good man. Panic!”

Alex did exactly that. He fled from the room, making it the area where Charlie’s library had already swelled thanks to Sameen’s efforts. Like the others, his body changed. His lanky nature shifted, hips spreading wider, legs losing all their hair and the rest of his body following in their footsteps. He nearly tripped in response to his feet shrinking, and this caused him to hold up his hands and take in the sight of his hands daintifying. His hair, which was bright red, now grew expansively, going all the way down his back and then even further until it actually touched his butt. This was also caused by his shrinking stature; his impressive height reduced one vertebrae at a time, leaving him to whimper with each change.

“Ohhhh, it’s d-definitely happening! I can f-feel my dick going back in! This is crazy! This is n-nuuuuuuts!”

An appropriate phrase, because his nuts pulled up against the new opening that was forming, before finally wrenching back in. It was uncomfortable to the extreme, and yet somehow produced two bursts of pleasure that magnified within his core.

“Mhnmm! Nghhh! I always h-hoped to visit the Playboy Mansion when I was rich! I didn’t expect to b-become one of the b-bunnies! Ahhh!”

His breasts surged forward, his face bubbling and shifting until he looked like a modern supermodel. Alex briefly lost control of his lips as they puffed out, and makeup adorned his face, enhancing his - now her - beauty yet further. This included eyelash extensions, some light eyeshadow around her eyes, and foundation and blush to give her a rosy, flirtatious appearance. 

“B-boobs! I’ve always wondered what b-boobs feel like! Holy shit, they’re b-big!”

“Not as big as mine,” Charlie huffed. “I got the unluckiest there and - woah. Nevermind.”

Because Alex’s chest was now surpassing all of them. Sameen felt a strange jolt of annoyance in her heart; she was the natural girl among them, so how come Alex was becoming the most devastatingly buxom and pretty?

“I wish I c-could record this! Oh shit, Jesse! Record this shit! We could m-make some serious bank!”

But Jesse was too late on the camera, because Alex’s transformation finished before then. The new woman’s clothing changed to become a sexy purple Playboy Bunny leotard, one that cupped her magnificent breasts up, making them look even larger than the cantaloupe-sized E-cups they had become. A pair of silken bunny ears appeared on her head, held up by a hair band that pushed her flowing red hair back. A diamond necklace collar appeared around her neck, almost like a suggestive choker, and a pair of purple high heels lifted her up. Alex couldn’t help but beam in a great smile, her pose deeply sexual, enough to make Charlie feel scandalised.

“So, do I look hot as fuck?” she asked, putting one hand on her hip and thrusting out her chest. “I bet I look hot as fuck, right?”

“Absolutely,” Sameen and Jesse said at the same time, while Charlie simply nodded.

“Fuck yeah! Woah, I know how to walk in heels. Holy shit, this is actually awesome! Check out these tits! Damn, they’re sensitive!”

Jesse frowned. “Dude, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting like you’re enjoying this?”

“‘Course I am, man! I can’t believe I was scared of this; listen to how sexy my voice is? I’m a total soprano right now. And these hips! They sway as I move, check this shit out. I could seriously become a hot e-girl streamer and make bank like this. Do you have any idea how much girls that look like this make selling NFTs and the like? I could just wobble these tits and the guys would go gaga!”

“What is wrong with you?” Charlie demanded.

But Alex was already walking in heels, one foot in front of the other, giggling at the way her boobs jiggled slightly and her long hair swayed counterwise to her hips. It was an incredible sensation to the new woman, and one she embraced heartily, giggling as she looked in the nearest mirror, blowing herself kisses and making sexual faces. She grabbed her phone and took numerous photos.

“I’m monetising the hell out of this! I can’t believe you guys were so afraid of this. What? We play the game and finish up and get our bodies back, and no one is the wiser. Think about it! We can have some fun with this! Sam, you can finally enjoy actually not being some terrified wooden board anymore; you got looks, babe! And Charlie, go masturbate man, and Jesse too! What guy gets the chance to know what being a woman feels like?”

Charlie was about to provide a response, but her loins really were aroused and tingling. And in truth, she had sometimes wondered how women had it. 

“I must go to the, uh, drawing room!” she declared.

Sameen likewise stood. “I have books to sort out. Steamy books. Erotic books. No one come to the library, got it? A woman has to take care of her literary needs.”

That just left Jesse, who folded her arms. “No fucking way, man. I’m not doing it.”

“Oh, stop being such a downer, Jesse.”

“You’re crazy. You’ll regret this, man. We just need to play and get our bodies back. I am not feeling this pussy that’s been forced upon me.”

Alex shrugged and grinned, her face stunningly beautiful. “Your loss, man. I’m going to enjoy this! I’ll take some nude photos and touch these big boobs and - wait, what’s happening to the house?”

It was then that the other card’s effects finally revealed themselves. It made no sense, but the hallway was expanding, the entire nature of the room changing. Jesse stood up in shock as the table grew, gaining an entire banquet feast upon it. The ceiling rose, gaining a chandelier above, and a pair of spiralling staircases grew into place behind them, leading up to a second floor that previously did not exist.

Jesse took in these impossible changes. “What the hell!?”

“My second card!” Alex declared. “It’s given me a mansion! This shit is lit! I told you that - woah. Are those people?”

They walked in through the front door. They came in through the side doors and descended the steps from above. A parade of classily-dressed men were suddenly present, some older, some younger, as well as numerous beautiful women, all dressed in bunny outfits much like her.

“Um,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“It’s your card, man!”

“We need to get Sam and Charlie back!”

But a pair of moans were already echoing from the spare room and the book room, respectively. Sameen was fully engaged in reading literary erotica, plunging a dildo she’d found in her librarian’s desk deep into her passage and crying out wildly as she was filled by its massive, rubbery girth.

“Yessss! Take me! Make me your naughty bookkeeper! Aahhhh!”

And Charlie, likewise, had given in. She was lying in bed, her legs spread wide as she stroked her clitoris, her other hand caressing her plump breasts and playing with her nipples. It was an intensely erotic experience, and to her own embarrassment and arousal she imagined a handsome Mr Darcy type on top of her, thrusting into her womanhood and fulfilling her completely. It was as wonderful as it was alien, and yet she didn’t want to stop. Not when her body was so outrageously lustful. She was like a fallen Eve, and at least for the moment, she loved it.

Which left Jesse and Alex in the new Playboy Mansion section of the house, both in shock at the numerous men who were now lounging in the comfortable chairs, smoking cigars and drinking whiskey and chatting to one another. A bunny girl with blonde hair appeared next to Alex.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “It’s time to serve up! And don’t forget that Mr Donaldson is waiting for you in Room Three!”

Jesse looked to his friend in confusion, and Alex simply shrugged back.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said. But then a strong compulsion hit her, like an instinctive order from her body. She grabbed a plate of hors d'oeuvres from the banquet table and held it up expertly before moving around the room, her hips swaying hypnotically so that even Jesse couldn’t look away. 

“What are you doing?”

“I - I have this need to play the part! Damn, it’s the card! I guess this won’t be all that bad, right?”

Jesse sure hoped so. She grabbed some snacks and filled her own plate, taking a moment to do some bicep curls with her weight. A man looked her way but she just gave him the ‘back off’ expression. Unfortunately, Alex was finding herself getting more into the role than she would like. A wealthy-looking man pinched her buttocks, but she could only giggle in response. Another pulled her towards him so he could grab a snack, but then he literally slapped her ass playfully as she left.

“Hey!” she cried, only to feel a need to giggle, which she did. She leaned over as she filled wine glasses, letting her breasts almost fall out of their cups, and she giggled again when a man honked her bunny tail. When a wealthy older man asked that she sit next to him while he regaled another with a story, she shivered as he rubbed her bare thigh up and down, his eye wandering to her cleavage.

“This - I don’t really want - ohhhh, you can look! I’m your bunny!”

Thankfully, she was saved from her compulsions by another bunnygirl, the blonde one from before. She pulled her by the arm.

“Thanks for saving me,” Alex said. “I don’t know who you are or if you’re real, but this is getting a bit too much now, I think.”

“Well, you’re off soon,” the blonde said. “Just finish up in Room Three. You know the drill. On your knees just as he likes it.”

Alex’s body began moving up the stairs. Jesse threw her a ‘what are you doing?’ gesture, but she threw back a ‘I can’t stop myself!’ gesture in turn. She moved up the new hall on the second floor and found door number three.

“Oh God,” she whispered to herself as she fixed up her hair automatically and deliberately pulled her bunny dress down to show off more of her large breasts. “This better not be what I think it is.”

But it was. “Come in!” echoed a male voice after she knocked, and she waltzed in, moving even more sexually. A man was sitting on the bed in the rather garish room. He looked to be in his forties, a silver-haired fox type, and his pants were unzipped. He already had his dick out, and it was semi-hard.

“There you are, my Alex,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to you sorting me out.”

Panic flooded through the man-turned-woman. It was one thing to turn into a stacked hottie for a little bit and take advantage of that, it was quite another to go down on a man. And yet as the buxom redhead looked at Donaldson's crotch, she couldn’t help but lick her lips and step forward. Compulsion guided her forward, but so did a powerful need. She was thirsty, so damn thirsty, and she knew it was for this man’s cum. She needed to taste it so bad that it was turning her on something fierce.

“That’s my girl,” Donaldson said. “My beautiful bunny.”

“I - I shouldn’t . . .”

“You should. You want me, don’t you? I know I want you. Come and make me happy, darling.”

She slowly lowered herself before him, submissively supplicating herself. Her full lips were open, her eyes trained on his hardening cock. 

“I can’t believe - this is fucking nuts, but . . . I need to taste you.”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

And then he patted her head, and that did all sorts of things to her. The new woman was shocked at how turned on she was by her own submission. She wanted to pull away, but her need was too great. And so she lowered herself upon, and started to suck upon his cock. The man moaned and so did she. She looked right up at him, like a pet before her master, and to make matters even worse, and better, she cupped her huge tits and enveloped his shaft in her cleavage, pushing them up so she could tittyfuck him at the same time as she sucked him off.

“Mhmmm,” she moaned. “Mhmmm! Mhhmmm!”

She made the same sound again and again, a mix of alarm, revulsion, and unbelievably hunger and pleasure. She was giving this man a blowjob and her body was loving it! This was exactly what she wanted for her own future, only she was meant to be a man! Instead, she sucked on him harder, bobbing up and down, rubbing his shaft in her cleavage. She quickened her pace. Donaldson gripped her hair, pulling it painfully, but somehow this only increased her lust and arousal. She continued her work. She’d never wanted anything more than she did this man’s cum. She wanted him to blow his load right inside her mouth and-

“UUUGHH!!” Donaldson groaned. His balls tightened against her flesh. Alex’s eyes went wide in a panic, but it was too late. His dick throbbed in her mouth, and then stream after stream of his hot cum flowed into her mouth and down her throat. She couldn’t stop herself from swallowing it, it was so damn delicious! Enough so, in fact, to leave her quaking in orgasms as she drank and drank and drank, until he was completely dry.

The woman fell back and quickly pulled up her outfit, barely covering her tits.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned. “That was so . . . so . . .”

“Wonderful,” the man said, moving forward to pat her head. “Wonderfully done.”

Alex turned red. She scrambled out of the room and down the stairs, which faded away behind her. Jesse frowned as a snack disappeared from her hand.

“Aww, c’mon, I love shrimp! What did you do, man?”

Alex’s mouth opened, and the last little trace of white cum trailed down her lip, causing Jesse’s jaw to drop.

“Fucking get everyone back!” the bunnygirl whined, the room now thankfully empty of the mansion occupants who had been there a moment ago. The house was as it had been. “We need to finish this fucking game!”

***

No one said anything to Alex, but they all knew what she had done. She couldn’t stop thinking about that blowjob, and occasionally she swallowed her saliva down, wanting it to be semen.

“Just fucking roll, Jesse!” she snapped. 

But Jesse was nervous. She was going to get two cards thanks to her punishment. She knew she had to draw two. “Fine, fine!” she said. “So long as I don’t have to suck dick like you did!”

“Hey! I couldn’t stop!”

“None of us can,” Charlie said, thinking about her own self-pleasuring session. Sameen actually put a hand on hers, and she didn’t push it away.

“We’ll get through this,” Sameen said. “Hey, at least I’m not as nervous anymore, right?”

“At least someone is getting something out of this,” Jesse said. “Here goes.”

She rolled the dice and advanced her token, which now looked like a mini-version of herself, same skin colour and pink sports bra and all (she really wasn’t a fan of the feminine colour. It was a loud pink).

“Fuck yeah,” she exclaimed. “Double sixes! Guess who’s pulling ahead!”

She landed on a square with a Transformation card symbol on it.

“Great, let’s see what I become now,” she said, and because of her earlier punishment, a Roleplay card flicked from the deck and landed before her as well. That made her gulp, particularly as she looked up at Alex, who was once more licking her lips and trying not to remember the delicious taste of semen down her throat.

“Guess it’s your turn,” she said.

“Fuck you, man,” Jesse said. “You don’t get to say that to me. You’re the new one of the group. Me and these other two go way back.”

“To Victorian times, apparently,” Charlie sighed, looking over herself.

The sexy fitness girl picked up the first card, wincing already.

“Hot Mama: It seems you need to mature some more, Jesse, after attempting to flee my little game. Well, perhaps a more motherly change will suit you. Something more MILFy. MILFy and milky.”

Sameen grinned sheepishly. “At least it’s not too bad?”

“Oh, shut up!” Jesse said, before grunting. Once more the pressure and the pleasure shot through her, and the woman’s body changed. She still had her sport bra on, still had her little gym shorts, but they were adjusting to deal with a form that was widening, growing older. Small wrinkles appeared in the corner of Jesse’s eyes and around her mouth. Cellulite appeared on her thighs, which thickened considerably. Her hips became positively childbearing in nature, and her B-cup breasts ballooned, growing larger and larger to the point where her growing sports bra could barely keep up, until it finally changed and became a sports maternity bra instead, and just in time, for Jesse’s nipples expanded, becoming larger and darker. With a whine, those nipples distended and then shot milk into the absorbent pads of her bra.

“What the f-fuuuuck!” she whined, pulling down her bra to see what was going on, only to squeeze her boobs, which were larger now even than Alex’s. This caused two long streams of milk to erupt over the group, splashing onto Sameen, who couldn’t help but purr sexually.

“Mhmmm, you got milk on my books. You’ll be . . . punished for that. Sorry, I mean, this is kind of gross. But weirdly hot.”

Charlie was less impressed at the milk on her bodice. “Put your nursing breasts away!”

But another stream of milk poured over the table as Jesse whined, until Alex literally moved around to pull up the woman’s bra. She was soon encased in a flowery dress anyway, one that fit her new figure trimly; that of a thick and curvy mommy MILF with large, milk filled breasts and long curly black hair that went over her shoulders. She had a headband in her hair, and a belt around her waist that cinched the outfit in. Her hips were wide, as if they’d already birthed a child, but it was her lactating bust that took up most of the attention, that and the fact that Jesse now looked to be in her mid-thirties or older.

“You’re freaking kidding me!” she squealed. “I’m a goddamned hot mommy type? Whoever made this game is a goddamn pervert.”

“No argument there,” Sameen argued. “I always wanted to look less plain, but this is ridiculous!”

Charlie just gestured to herself, while Alex tried really, really hard not to think about cocks. “Just read the Roleplay card already!”

Jesse was too busy fussing over her boobs, which felt way too full. “Fine, fine! Get this over with, I guess. Jesus, I feel older, too. I don’t got as much energy. And these thighs are ridiculous. And this ass!”

“Read it!” Charlie snapped. “I mean, I humbly request that you read it.”

The curvaceous MILF did so, trying to ignore how engorged her new breasts were. It was all so alien to her. “Okay. ‘Lesbian Action. I love me some woman on woman, especially with some milk play. The first player you look at will be the object of our lust, and vice-versa. Look carefully, Jesse. And prepare to be one hot mommy in bed!”

Jesse looked up at Charlie. “I don’t get it, I . . . oh. Oh my.”

Charlie gaped. Something magical passed between the pair of them, that same green light that manifested whenever a change occurred. But there was no physical transformation this time; it was all mental. Both Jesse and Charlie went way back to the last year of their elementary school, with Charlie and Sameen having known one another for just a few years further back than that. And while Jesse became more jock-ish and sports when they entered high school, they never lost touch; it didn’t hurt that Charlie had access to all the best sports equipment. But they’d never been more than friends. When Sam wasn’t present, they’d discuss girls and rate women, though their tastes ran different, with Charlie preferring attractive and stylish celebrity types and Jesse liking the popular cheerleading girls with impressive racks.

But in an instant, all of that had changed. The passion that had stirred within Charlie just an hour before was now inflamed to new heights as she took in the hot, curvaceous figure of Jesse, with her childbearing hips and milk-filled breasts and motherly face. And Jesse, in turn, desperately wanted Charlie to return. She wanted to rip open that bodice, to ravish this woman but also protect her.

“Ch-Charlie,” she muttered, even her voice older, and motherly at that. “I - I feel this strange attraction to you, man.”

“And I, too, feel a connection to you as well, Miss Jesse,” the Victorian lady replied.

Alex looked between the two. “Um, the fuck is going on?”

Sam, on the other hand, felt strangely jealous. She’d turned down Charlie ages ago, but her best friend ending up with Jesse? It felt all wrong! 

“Hey, stop it you two! No making love in the library!” she shouted, trying not to look at her oldest friend.

“W-we weren’t gonna make love!” Jesse exclaimed, crossing her arms beneath her mammoth breasts.

“Not without marriage first!” proclaimed Charlie. “Or - or any reason!”

Sameen grabbed the dice and rolled them, advancing her token ahead to draw even with Jesse. She grabbed the Roleplay card, having landed on the appropriate square, and held it up, forced to read the words.

“Nightcap: It’s high time you four had a good sleep, ready for tomorrow. Enjoy your new bodies until then, and if any of you are paired up, then make sure to grab the same bed together! Oh, and keep the board close. I like to watch.”

Suddenly, a wave of tiredness hit them. Sam yawned. “But it’s o-o-only nine o’clock!” she whined. But already her eyelids were drooping, as were everyone else’s. Alex nearly knocked off her bunny ears as she stretched.

“M-maybe a rest will do us good?” she said. “I’d rather not be thinking about how I was forced to suck that yummy cock. Mhmm.”

She sucked on her finger after saying it, only to realise what she was doing. “Wait, do we even have spare beds?”

They did. As the four of them retired, grumbling and complaining that they couldn’t just get the damn magical game out of the way and change back already, they found that Charlie’s extensive campus housing had expanded further, almost as if reality had changed, but in a longer-lasting way than the brief Playboy Mansion experience. Charlie crawled into her bed, which was now a grand Victorian design, complete with regal paintings on the walls and a complex and flowery wallpaper. Alex made her way to a Playboy-themed room, one with images of her up on the walls in various sexy outfits, including fake Maxim covers showing her posing in bikinis and little dresses.

“I guess this is me,” she muttered. “At least I’m fucking hot. If only I hadn’t been sucking a damn cock, this might have been fun.”

She yawned and stretched, removing her bunny costume until she was entirely naked, and then she went under the silken covers. She was dreaming about handsome men touching her busty body mere minutes later. Sameen likewise had such dreams when she went into her book nook of a room. She took off her glasses and slipped into a silky set of pyjamas, cursing the game.

“Wish I’d never found it. Should have put it right back. I don’t mind the bigger boobs and height and these damn legs, though! But I’m not - I’m not going to give in! I don’t want to act like some librarian dominatrix . . .”

But she was met with dreams of exactly that, punishing hot young men by putting them in the silent corner, and showing them who was boss. It all started beckoning them to leave when their time was up, and taking her upon her desk, her legs spread wide to reveal that she wore no underwear beneath her skirt.

Jesse, however? She was desperate. The former jock-turned-lactating MILF struggled against her need to follow the card’s instructions. They tugged at her, and she knew that she’d already been punished once for disobeying the rules. Her body was warm and flushed, her breasts more than anything else: they were hot to the touch almost, thanks to the sheer amount of warm milk in them. They were literally rising like souffles over time, becoming rounder and more pert, fuller and taut. When she prodded her breasts she actually sucked in air from the unexpected pain it produced. Her breasts felt like they were going to explode, and she couldn’t find a damp pump inside her motherly room with its many ornaments and throw-on pillows.

“F-fuck! Fuck my life! I love my quarterback position, I lose my girlfriend, I lose my dick, and now . . . ahhhh . . . I lose all control! Where’s a damn pump? Where’s a damn . . .”

Jesse stopped, looked at the doorway, and gave up entirely. She strode out into the hall, her heavy breasts barely even bouncing because of how engorged they were, but her big momma butt jiggling with each dramatic sway. Her body was so wrong and alien, her damn pussy moist with desire.

“Just. This. Once.”

She burst open the door to Charlie’s room and found the woman in her undergarments, rising immediately.

“Oh, thank the Lord!” her normally elitist friend uttered in a submissively sweet voice. “My body yearns for you like the moon yearns for the - mmmph!”

Jesse’s lips were already upon Charlie’s by the point, the larger, curvier woman dominating the exchange of tongues that proceeded to take place.

“I need you too, damn it!” Jesse gasped. “I need you to suck on these. Please. Fucking empty me, Charlie. Empty me and get me off. I promise I’ll get you off. Just this once, because we have to.”

Charlie nodded vigorously. She too was in a heat, and neither new woman could deny their primal urges. “Take me!” she announced. “And I will do what you say!”

The two ripped their clothing off, though Jesse took charge. She unleashed her mammoth breasts, letting them hang and wobble right before Charlie’s eyes. The Victorian-era beauty marvelled at them, cupping them and feeling them moments afterwards. Such ministrations caused Jesse to gasp and moan, overcome with sensation. She pressed her body further down on Charlie, and the fair-skinned woman found her enormous nipple in her mouth. She sucked down hard, and was rewarded with warm, sweet milk.

“Yesssss!” Jesse cried. “I needed this!”

She parted the other woman’s legs and pulled down her lower undergarment to gain access to her vulva. Charlie writhed, in ecstasy as she drank down deep and was pleasured in her nethers at the exact same time. She responded by sinking her fingers into the ripe flesh of Jesse’s rear, an act that left the other woman wanting more.

“M-milk me!” she cried. “Drink up! Drink up like a good little girl, Charlie!”

It was beyond anything either had ever expected to experience, but they couldn’t help themselves. Soon Jesse’s ecstasy was rising and rising. She rose, releasing her enlarged nipple from Charlie’s mouth. The woman from another century looked briefly disappointed, only for Jesse to get her to switch sides and drink from her other boob.

“This one n-now!” she panted. “Mommy needs to be drained on both sides, darling!”

The words were all wrong, but the bliss was oh-so-right. She began to feel herself, rubbing her clitoris before guiding Charlie’s hand there, then returning to her friend’s own needs between her thighs. Both women were utterly wet, utterly in passion. Jesse moaned as they kissed, and Charlie gasped as their breasts rubbed against one another, nipples gliding over nipples.

“It’s t-too much! I’m going to arrive! I’m going to - OHHHHH!!!”

Her body exploded into a series of orgasms that were almost absurd in how climactic they were. She lost all control, and in doing so she sucked even harder on Jesse’s engorged breast, drinking down entire mouthfuls of milk that sent the other woman spiralling into the ecstasy-filled abyss.

“Yesssss, Charlie! Yessss, yes! You’re mine! You’re all m-mine!”

She collapsed upon her smaller partner, the dominant figure holding the submissive Victorian lady tightly, smothering her with her enormous chest. It was only minutes later that they pulled apart, the knowledge of what they had done slowly sinking in.

“Oh God,” Charlie said. “Did we just do that?”

Jesse rolled over onto her back, her giant tits flopping all over the place and still leaking small traces of milk. “Yep,” she said. “We just did that.”

Neither could believe what they’d just done; have sex with their oldest (normally) male friend. It beggared belief. And yet both were also lost in the post-coital bliss, panting in the aftermath of lesbian sex. They simply lay there for nearly half an hour, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore what they had felt. Finally, Jesse spoke.

“We don’t talk about this. Fucking ever.”

“Naturally,” Charlie said. “It would be unbecoming of a true lady. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Jesse nodded, still staring at the ceiling. “Good, because . . . I’m starting to f-feel things again.”

“I as well.”

They rolled over slowly to face one another, bare-breasted and beautiful, their eyes captivated by the features of the other.

“Not ever again after this night. Not ever,” Jesse said.

“My lips are sealed,” Charlie said. “But please . . . I need you. Again.”

Jesse grabbed the smaller woman and pulled her closer, smothering her in her immense cleavage. “Ohhhh, mhmm. I fucking need you too! Damn this board game, but this f-feels too good!”

The reluctant sex began, and in moments, it was not reluctant at all. A good thing too, because they’d do it several more times that night, and once again in the morning, neither suspecting that the board game they’d placed on the bedside shelf was watching, watching, watching, the soul of a perverted wizard drinking in every moment of kinky passion.

To Be Continued . . .