Playing With New Toys The Remote of Transformation chapter 22 by deleted_user

Vince stood there in the middle of the living room, staring down at her brand-new body with a mixture of pure annoyance and growing fascination. The tight white tank top was already soaked through, two dark, spreading wet circles centered right over her fat, leaking nipples. Every time she breathed, fresh milk beaded up and dripped down the heavy undersides of her breasts, soaking further into the fabric and making it cling obscenely to her new curves.

“Goddamn…” Vince muttered in her deep, crass feminine voice. “These things are heavy as fuck. And they won’t stop leakin’.”

She cupped both massive tits with her hands, lifting them experimentally. The moment she squeezed, twin streams of warm milk shot out, splattering onto the coffee table with audible splat-splat sounds. A low, involuntary groan escaped her lips as a sharp, tingling pleasure raced through her chest.

“Ohhh shit… that actually feels kinda good.”

Brandon (still stick-thin and flat-chested) threw up his bony hands in exasperation. “Vince! Stop that right now! You’re making a mess everywhere!”

Paul’s face had gone from pink to tomato-red. He stood frozen in the hallway entrance, glasses fogging slightly as he tried (and failed) to look anywhere except at Vince’s soaked, jiggling chest. “V-Vince… maybe you should… um… not do that in front of everyone?”

Baby Linda, still sitting on her padded diapered butt, kicked her tiny legs furiously. “What the hell is wrong with you, you big-titted idiot?! You’re leakin’ all over my floor like a broken cow! Put those things away before I puke!”

Vince ignored all of them.

A wicked, goofy grin spread across her still-recognizably-Vince face. She was clearly intrigued… and more than a little turned on by the new sensations. She gave her heavy breasts another firm squeeze, moaning louder this time as more milk sprayed out in thick arcs, some of it landing on her soft belly and dripping down toward her new pussy.

“Fuuuuck, listen to that. They’re so full. Every squeeze makes ‘em tingle like crazy.” She bounced them in her hands, watching the heavy, milk-laden flesh slap and jiggle. “These tits are way bigger than I expected. And this ass…” She turned sideways, slapping her newly thick, juicy backside. It rippled nicely. “Goddamn, I’ve got hips now. Proper baby-makin’ hips.”

She reached down and slid one hand into the front of her stretchy black shorts, fingers brushing over her smooth, puffy new pussy lips. Her eyes widened.

“Holy shit. It’s so… soft and sensitive down here. And I’m gettin’ wet already. This body is horny as hell.” She rubbed a little circle over her clit and let out a shameless, crass moan. “Mmmph— yeah, that’s nice. Real nice.”

Milk continued to leak freely from her nipples, running in warm rivulets down her tank top and onto the floor. She didn’t even try to stop it. Instead, she pinched one nipple, aiming the spray playfully toward the coffee table while giggling like the class clown she still was.

Baby Linda looked ready to explode. “You perverted cow! Stop playin’ with yourself in my livin’ room! I’m sittin’ here in a damn diaper and you’re fingerin’ your new cunt like it’s prom night!”

Brandon crossed his skinny arms, voice high and whiny. “Vince, this is so not cute. You’re embarrassing everyone. Especially Paul — look at him, he’s about to pass out.”

Paul made a tiny strangled noise and took one step backward, eyes glued to the floor.

Vince just laughed, still lazily rubbing her new pussy through her shorts while more milk dripped from her soaked tits. “Aw, come on, guys. This body feels fuckin’ wild. These tits won’t stop leakin’, my clit’s throbbin’, and I’ve got a pussy that’s beggin’ for attention. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t play with it too if you suddenly grew a set of milk jugs this big.”

She gave her breasts another firm, two-handed squeeze, sending fresh sprays of milk across the room.