June stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. “That…” She blinked. The dream she’d had last night, it came roaring back to her. Michael, fucking her, the collar tight around her neck, the cheers of everyone else…
He was gone now, but something about the dream… No wonder her dressing gown had felt a little odd—her tits were bigger, the globular orbs pressing out, the neckline pulled down, showing off an expanse of cleavage. Her hair was darker now, odd highlights running through it, and seemed to have grown at least an inch that night.
And her eyes… Instead of the colorless, lifeless orbs she’d looked into for most of her life, they were now bright green, her pupils seeming to glow in the morning light.
“How…” She licked her lips. June cupped her tits through the gown, the fabric tight against her flesh. How did I get so much bigger? She ran her fingers over her erect nipples and hissed at the feeling. She remembered the dream, how she had been bent over the couch, spreader bar leaving her open and ready for the use of the men, her hands gripping the fabric, even as her tits freely swayed, her thick nipples caressed by the cool air.
“Oooohhhhh….” She moaned. The memory was so intense, the way she was waiting, praying that a man would take her, would fuck her, fill her belly with his warm semen, make her his! It had been years since her husband had died, and in that time she’d run a boarding house, been a boss…
But none of it matched the sheer pleasure of submitting. She remembered it when they’d been married, how Stan had told her what to do. She’d almost forgotten that, the pleasure that had come from simply being a good, obedient wife.
Strangely, just how she had been an obedient wife was hard to remember.
June licked her lips. Maybe it was time to find out. She started to run a hand down her belly, thinking of how Michael would look at her. Sure she was older, but now she was, curvy, the kind of woman that a man would want to fuck.
“Obedient…” She murmured, pressing her hand down on her juncture, feeling the heat and dampness of her pussy through the thin fabric. “Slutty…” She rubbed herself, wondering what her friends would think of proper June, just standing her and dreaming of being a man’s curvy little fucktoy… “B-Bitch!” she gasped out, feeling the rush of fluid roll down her inner thighs. She would—
Slam! June squeaked. Someone had come inside the house. Moments later, she was fleeing to her room.
The full story will be about 20K for the first book, coming out later this summer.
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