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No boys allowed in this girls-only tale of transformation!
Anxiety-ridden Beatrix is more than happy to spend Halloween cooped up in her house, even when her free spirit of a wife goes out to party. Her plans change when she receives a gift from their mysterious neighbor, and the costume inside leads to some very extreme role-play. Soon the shut in is skipping down the street, trick or treating without a care in the world... and more than happy to give a few treats of her own. As her costumes change, so does her body and mind... in all the best ways. From youthful excitement to panting, animal lust, Trixie is in for one wild night.
This is the second story in my transformation-heavy Mr. Holiday series!
"There's always a new holiday around the corner, which means there's a new way for Mr. Holiday to make his neighbors into his playthings. From fluffy bunny tails to firecracker triggered orgasms, there's no telling how far he'll go to make sure you really get into the holiday spirit…"
(Heavy transformation focus with intellect loss and bimbofication themes. May be odd, but fun. Fair warning.)
Trixie didn’t even notice at the way her sexy wife’s words devolved into dumb, needy moos. Snuggled up tightly against Farrah’s curvy body, she suckled rhythmically, matching the beat with the hand she had squeezed between her legs. Every swallow was matched by a flurry of rapid stroking as she felt her body tingle with pleasure.
Milk had begun to spill out from her mouth as her climax hit, though she continued to suck away at Farrah’s udder. Her high pitched gasps were matched by long, feminine moos as her wife came as well. They clutched at each other in frantic embrace, each experiencing the most intense orgasm they ever had.
Before long they had both fallen to the floor, holding each other and giggling when their bodies still spasmed periodically. Neither cared about the mess they had made, with Trixie’s almost sugary sweet juices mingling with Farrah’s still dribbling milk. They were simply content to hold on another and kiss, letting themselves settle down.
Before long though, Trixie had slid one hand down Farrah’s back. Her fingers dancing playfully past her wife’s furry tail, she grabbed a handful of soft, jiggling ass. Farrah’s face slipped into a caricature of dumb lust, mooing quietly as she got up onto all fours. Nipples dragging on the floor, she wagged her round backside at Trixie, her tail flopping to the side to showcase the thick, prominent lips of her dripping pussy.
Trixie was stunned, but not too stunned to bring herself to her knees to begin slowly stroking her bare slit. As she reached out with her other hand, Farrah’s eyes sharpened once more, and she clumsily batted the girl away.
“You naughty little slut!” Farrah said, playfully admonishing the suddenly bashful girl. “You know how I get when I’m in heat. If we keep this up I’ll never make it to the party!”
Trixie mumbled an entirely insincere apology as she watched Farrah rising clumsily to her feet. She was struck with lust at the way her wife’s body seemed to be comprised of nothing but soft, feminine curves, her ass and bust jiggling in a most distracting way. Every inch of her was voluptuous, especially her backside, and Trixie could see red marks where her bikini was tightly pressing into flesh.
Farrah tugged the straining fabric off, looking confused as to why she had been wearing clothing in the first place. She had a hint in her mind that it had something to do with costumes, but that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t wearing one, and as she looked over at Trixie, she noticed her wife wasn’t wearing one either. Still, she couldn’t seem to focus on her concerns, and being in heat meant her thoughts were constantly being pulled to being fucked, or being milked.