A wave rose from the tips of her toes to the top of her head; her body shuddered in mind-numbing bliss. Clarissa let out a low moan, dumbstruck. He wasn’t even doing anything, but whatever the wine had amplified in the pills kicked her nerves up to eleven. She feverishly slid one of his hands down the length of her trembling flat stomach, hoping he could reach down there before her maternal curves blocked the way.
Already she had to lean back on him to balance since her thighs swelled up once more with that all too delectable thickness inch by agonizing inch, knocking her off balance. She couldn’t help rubbing them together, luxuriating in how soft and supple they’d gotten. The delicate *squish* as they closed in around his fingers while he stroked her with fervor. She even gasped as her tummy swelled into his wrist, the subtle paunch complimenting her proper birthing hips. Below the waist, you’d think she had two or three kids to her name; above, she still barely looked a wink over 18. Of course, her face was starting to shift, cheeks and lips filling out to give her rounded yet fully realized features. The contrast of her entire body tantalized her.
And, apparently, overcharged Edwin. His dam broke loose and she could already feel pre leaking at her rear. Clarissa chided him with a haughty “tsk”, every bit the naughty matron.
“Aww, does Eddie need to learn some self control? Here, I’ll give you a big reward if you can hold it in, little man.”
Where was this personality coming from? Clarissa didn’t think she had it in her, but it couldn’t all be the result of the pill. Either it was screwing with her brain chemistry or getting all milfed up was turning her into a rampaging slut! But why did both options have to turn her on so much? She found her mind reeling at the idea she could get such a rise out of poor Edwin. Imagine the power she could now wield to bring men to their knees so easily.
Maybe a body this plump and juicy wasn’t so bad after all?
While he dove in eagerly to stroke and caress her inner thighs, her folds, her soft tummy, and even that backside as it puffed up into a perfect overripe peach, his true love was clearly still for the tits. As no sooner did she see blue veins spiderwebbing to the core of her breasts then both his hands leapt up to catch them as they grew. Perfect timing, he cupped them so well they filled right into each palm, a bit more sloshy than the last time. Clarissa flushed at the thought of her milk coming in, trying not to get carried away by the thought of her now younger lover suckling at them.
And sure enough, as he’d warned, she watched them creep through cup sizes until the bra she’d borrowed from Lauren would hold them no better than a string bikini. Breathing felt like a struggle and she could only imagine the back pain she’d get keeping breasts this big full time. But Edwin was practically glued to them, flicking and tugging her nipples until they were bright red. Squeezing them back to front until little pearly beads formed at the tips. She let out an uncharacteristic cheep, the last little bit of mousy Clarissa sneaking out.
“Mmm, but can you hold it in, Miss Franklin? You know what they say about new mothers, always leaking…” he groaned, absolutely fixated on her chest. “I can’t even imagine you walking around with these things so full…”
Clarissa bit her lip. “Mind emptying them, then?”