Nikka squirmed as she watched Jasmine on the screen. Jasmine’a breast’s appeared to swell, as more cleavage became visible under her wide V-neck shirt. Her nipples became quite prominent, as well, and Jasmine’s hand was casually feeling her left breast. Nikka wondered if it was in response to unexpected discomfort, or pleasure.
She got her answer after a minute or so. Jasmine had given a few clues away, extending ends of the words “too” and “through” out just a little too long, and losing her focus a couple of times while fondling herself. However, the dead giveaway came when one pinch of a nipple caused the top two buttons of her shirt to give way, and put Jasmine’s chest on full view. Her nipples had lengthened considerably, and Jasmine dropped her microphone and began tweaking them with reckless abandon, as a few dribbles of milk began to appear.
Jasmine mooed and moaned freely, and crawled away from the camera, revealing that her bottom half had already burst free of its garments, and that she was very, very wet. The cameraman came into frame, and he was large and muscular, his small but growing tail solving the mystery of why the camera had still been rolling.
Someone at the station’s headquarters finally figured out what was going on, and cut back to the anchors. Their faces were white with embarrassment, and they continued to read the news in a vain attempt to pretend that their field reporter hadn’t just debased herself while mooing incessantly.
Nikki came for the third time since Jasmine’a report had started, and when she came down from her high, she realized the noise upstairs had gotten louder. Something was definitely going on, and staying here wasn’t safe. Nikka stood and...