That night, Clair laid comfortably in her bed thinking about everything that has happened so far. The world had been greatly changed from what it was. Even her room had been remade to better fit a girl's rather than a boy's needs/interests. Specifically, she had noted just how many heels and skirts she now owned. Over 3/4 of her entire wardrobe was devoted to them. Half of her entire closet was just shelf upon shelf of countless high heels. Anywhere from thigh high boots, to platform wedges, to even a few "kinky" pairs of ballet boots, which 2 pairs of, had even a set of metal key locks built into them. One of her heels, didnt even have a heel, it just forced her to have to balance on her toes tips. That wasn't all though. No less than 4 pairs mimicked various animal hooves. 2 pairs didnt have a bottom, just the heel portion. A pair even had a metal spike pointing towards the heel of the wearer's foot, as if to force them onto their toes, or otherwise punish them. Was she really into all of this highly kinky stuff now?
Clair looked down once again. The deep crevice made by her impressive cleavage was now all that she ever could see of her body. Her rather large boobs now completely blocked her view of everything below them. That being said, she was enjoying how her nipples would harden and poke out of her lacy lingerie whenever she became stimulated, which she discovered was never a hard thing to do to her. Her own thoughts could harden them right up easily enough.
What she hadn't expected, was growing several years older in the matter of seconds. According to her ID card, which also appeared out of nowhere, she would turn 20 years old tomorrow. Also, apparently that was when a girl would possibly begin their transformation. Anytime in the first few days of turning 20, a girl has an 80% chance to undergo a complete body transformation into a human cum receptacle, or an HCR. No one knows why, how, or even who will become one. Well, everyone besides herself at least.
The idea that tomorrow, she would start her transition into an HCR excited Clair immensely. Unlike her, almost every other girl initially dislikes the idea of being an HCR. Though when they become them, they usually adapt almost instantly, and no longer mind it. It is very rare to actually desire it though. Only one other person knew Clair wished to become an HCR. That girl is Victoria, but she insists that her girlfriend Clair, in other words you, call her Vicia. It is a completely made up shortening of her name, which she had invented when Clair had accepted her love confession a bit more than a year ago. Both of them were hesitant towards pushing their relationship further than just casual girlfriends, incase both ended up becoming HCRs.
Interestingly, they shared a birthday, so they would know tomorrow for sure. Clair already knew though. She knew that from tomorrow onwards, her life would be to be Vicia's peraonal HCR. She would happily need to consume every fluid that left her body. Clair even was excited to drink Vicia's pee, something that quite unexpectedly, she apparently has already been doing fairly regularly for a few months now. Accordingto her newly added memories, she had wanted to try it out, just in case she developed into an HCR, and see if she even liked her flavor. Apparently she had loved it enough that she now drinks it daily durring school, whenever Vicia needs to go, even if it was in the middle of class. They did try it out with their roles reversed, but Vicia didn't like it nearly as much as Clair. Not that she hated it, but she would only do it on very special occasions. Doing it daily like Clair was too much for her. This had become a long running joke between them, that Clair was just practicing for when she would develop HCR and officially belong to the still human Vicia.
Thinking about all of this was starting to make Clair really horny. It didn't help that she had been absentmindedly playing with her boobs for the last few minutes. She had to admit that now that she was the one carrying them, they were fairly heavier than she had anticipated, but she felt that her being able to squish her hands into them was completely worth the added weight. Plus, by the end of the week, they would become comfortable seat cushions for Vicia's gorgeous ass.
The thought of Vicia using her, sitting on her boobs, being able to kiss her ass and lower back as she sat on her, walking around while carrying her to whereever she desired, and all while she filled her massive pussy with her body fluids, had gotten her right to the brink of orgasm. She just needed that last bit. Thinking about what else she could use to get off to, she remembered her closet. Would she choose her own shoes, or would Vicia choose for her? What if Vicia made her go barefoot! Sure it would hurt after a bit, but if it made Vicia happy then she felt that she would gladly suffer through it. Maybe Vicia has a fetish for ballet boots, given that she had handpicked one of her pairs. Oooh, maybe she was more of a fan for sexy office ware. That meant black platform pumps for sure, or maybe even some stilettos! Of course that would also require darker stockings and a black mini skirt/apron. I bet getting dressed up by Vicia would feel amazing too.
By now she was already so wet that she was forming a damp spot on her bed, but she just couldn't quite get there. She needed sexier, and maybe even kinkier thoughts. She contemplated grabbing one of her many vibrators she had accumulated over the years, but decided against it since she would never be able to use one anyways after this week, so why try and get even more use to them? She felt that since from now on, her orgasms were completely dependent on Vicia and her own imagination, she had better start practicing getting off with just her mind and a bit of hands only stimulation to her boobs. She decided that her pussy was going to be exclusively for eating, breeding, storage, and whatever Vicia wanted to use it for only.
She tried using her feet to and not move her hands from her sides, but it was so hard using her toes to play with her nipples. She somehow managed to bend her legs enough to reach them though, so she stuck with it. Being super flexible was very convenient Clair though as she began pinching, flicking, twisting, and tugging on her sensitive nipples with her toes, quickly getting a hang of it. She laid her arms down to her side, and attempted to push herself up. However, her arms were not long enough to escape their divits and allow her ass to clear the bed. So she got off of it, and after quickly getting 2 of her custom made shoe display platform boxes, she propped herself up once again onto her hands, as she balanced on the displays. She managed to hold her balance for nearly half a second before falling forward. Moving closer to her wall, she leaned back and used it to support some of her weight as she tried again, managing to stabilize herself enough to be satisfied. It was such an unusual feeling. Standing on her hands while leaning against the wall, as she played with her nipples using her toes, all while 100% naked and horny as hell.
Now in position, she closed her eyes and imagined Vicia comming over to use her. Vicia's weight squishing down on her boobs, with her pussy facing Clair's mouth, so that Clair could easily clean her up after she is made to cum. The feeling of her tasty fluids slowly collecting at the bottom of her pussy, just waiting for her to suck it all up.
It was that last thought that did it. Clair finally achieved her first of hopefully mamy orgasms that night. Even though her arms were getting tired, her orgasms kept comming and comming. One right after the other as she kept thinking about her life's future of veing Vicia's personal HCR. Her feet were getting a bit numb from her current posture, but she didnt care as she just kept teasing her nipples, continuing her pleasure.