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“Y-Yeah, that’s me” Wes says at the door as the delivery man hands him a small cardboard box hastily wrapped in tape with a fragile label stuck to the front. Inspecting the parcel in his hands, he finally remembers the odd item he purchased online a few months ago to the point he completely forgot about it. With renewed excitement, he hurries into his bedroom and pulls out a scissor to carefully cut open the packaging layered with yellow masking tape. “Oh wow…” Wes murmurs after a few minutes as he pulls out a glass vial with red liquid inside and a slip of paper flutters onto the floor. Glancing at it, he sees an identical logo as the shady website he purchased the potion from with a few lines in tiny font he ignores as his attention is drawn to the vial.

“This should work…” Wes says with excitement as he hesitates for a second before swallowing all the red liquid in a few gulps. Within seconds, his body buzzes with energy and his throat tingles as his body absorbs it all, leaving a bitter and starchy aftertaste in his mouth. “Urgh…” he belches, vaguely remembering the instructions on the website as he eagerly strips naked in his room. Life at home has been dramatic when his Asian stepmom decided to move into the house with her daughter after marrying his dad a few months ago. Coexisting with their vastly different culture and mannerism under the same roof has been a challenge, especially since his new Japanese stepmom and stepsister look so hot like the perfect storyline of an erotic video. Living with them has been increasingly awkward after his stepsister, Sakura noticed him ogling her and started to ignore him in retaliation.

As the only person currently in the house, Wes sneaks into Sakura’s room and is immediately overwhelmed with girly wallpapers and the floral scent of her perfume. “If the instructions are correct…” he mumbles, feeling odd to be digging through her wardrobe completely naked, but he has a plan in mind. With his stepsister in college, he carefully lays out her favorite outfit on her bed and a smirk spread across his face.

Grabbing her clothes and carefully sliding them onto his body, Wes hears his bones pop and skin tingle as changes flow through his body. After a few minutes, he gasps for breath and feels his head throb from hundreds of thoughts swirling around as he stumbles towards the vanity mirror. “Oh my… I’m just like her” he squeals in Sakura’s voice, seeing her reflection in the mirror following his every move. Her curvy and slim body looks even better in person as he poses sensually in the mirror with expressions he only fantasied about. “Oh my god… it like… totally worked” Wes giggles, covering his mouth in shock after realizing that he’s starting to talk with her mannerisms too. Her accent feels strange to talk in, but her long hair and sensitive body is already a struggle to adapt to.

“Shit… you’re sexy as fuck…” Wes says to himself in her voice as he slips off his bra and panties to reveal her modest C-cups and tightly shaven pussy. His petite body shivers as he runs his dainty hands along the sides of his body and teases his moist pussy lips with his long fingernails. He watches Sakura seductively squeezing her breasts and fingering her pussy in the reflection with burning arousal, feeling every stroke and pinch on his feminine body. “Uuhh… yeesss…” Wes moans in her alluring voice as he climaxes in her body. Fuelled with curiosity and wanting more, he walks towards his parent’s bedroom with juices dripping down his legs and pulls out his stepmom’s bra and panties.

Characterised as a MILF by his friends, Wes holds his stepmom’s huge bra and lacy panties in his hands before sliding the fabric onto Sakura’s body. “Unnnnnmmphhh… oohhh… fuuuckk…” he moans loudly in his stepsister’s voice, feeling his C-cups rapidly fill with fat and expand into E-cups to perfectly fill the bra. Merely brushing his hand against his puffy nipples makes his eyes roll back as his stepmom’s huge breasts jiggles on his petite body. Cupping his heavy breasts in his palms in disbelief, it's no wonder that his friends joke about sliding their dicks into her cleavage. “ママ、とても大きいよ[Mommy… it’s so big]” Wes blurts out in fluent Japanese as Sakura’s personality and memories start to seep into his subconsciousness.

Before he can gather his thoughts and clear his hazy mind, his already wide hips explode even broader, stretching out his stepmom’s panties. Wes’ crotch buzzes with warmth as his pussy becomes wider and looser with age and childbirth within seconds. Juices freely drip from his stepmom’s pussy as his insides gurgle to match his new vagina. “Holy shit…” he gasps, glancing at the mirror to see Sakura staring back with huge breasts and a well-used pussy that doesn’t belong to her. Face blushing red with arousal, he timidly slides Sakura’s slender fingers into his stepmom’s hypersensitive pussy, making his body jolt with pleasure. Wanting more, he slides them deeper into his pussy as his hefty E-cups jiggle from the multiple climaxes coursing through his petite body. Too horny to care about his leaking pussy, he mindlessly finger fucks himself in an orgasmic daze as a mix between Sakura and his stepmom.

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Hearing Sakura leave the house for college, Wes is home alone again with a new plan in mind. Almost caught fingering himself in his parent’s room yesterday, he managed to revert to himself and clean the puddles of fluid before anyone noticed. Again, Sakura blamed him for sifting through her wardrobe after noticing a few oddly placed clothing, but that’s the least of his worries as his body buzzes with magic.

Online purchasing second-hand clothing the night before, some of the packages have arrived on the doorstep as he eagerly opens the cardboard boxes. More than a dozen feminine outfits fall out, ranging from dresses, lingerie, gym wear to wide maternity clothing. The other package filled with clothing from cosplayers and explicit content creators is yet to come, so he has to make-do with what he got for now.

Taking out a small pink beanie, he puts it on his head and instantly feels a wave of tingles rush down his body. His scalp feels incredibly itchy, so as he takes off the beanie, his once short and brown hair immediately flows down to his chest, turning platinum blonde and wavy. “Oh my god!” Wes gasps, touching his long silky hair and hearing his voice cracking higher into an alluring feminine tone with a distinct valley girl accent. His neck instantly becomes slimmer while his lips plump up into pillowy cock sleeves coated in glossy pink lipstick. The contours of his face crack and pop as his jawline softens and cheekbones rise to give him a more doll-like appearance. His nose quickly rises and narrows into a cute button nose while his eyes widen with a foxy seductive complexion and grey irises. Rushing to the mirror to see the changes, Wes’ jaw drops to see a sexy blonde staring back with a permanent pout atop his masculine body. “Holy shit!” he squeals in a girly voice, touching his new facial features and feeling a layer of make-up cake his already perfect appearance.

Encouraged by the recent changes, forages inside the packages for a large looking bra to put on. After a few minutes, he straps on a loose looking grey bra onto his chest before feeling a familiar pulsating sensation across his skin. “Nuugh…” he grunts in a feminine voice, feeling the elastic strap tighten around his chest until his broad shoulders crunches inwards into round dainty shoulders and his torso contracts into a more suitable size. To his surprise, the tingles rush through his arms, causing his biceps to deflate into a thin layer of fat around his fragile limbs while his hands shrink and fingers become slimmer with glossy nails. “These tiddies better be… bigg---uunnnhhh” he moans as he looks down to see his nipples already puffy while his areolas darken and double in size. Waves of fat flood under his nipples, pushing them out into huge E-cup hanging from his chest like udders. Breathing heavily, his heavy breasts heave up and down as his deep cleavage jiggles invitingly below his chin. “W-woah… they’re… h-huge…” Wes gasps, cupping his tits and squeezing them, mesmerized by the softness and sensitivity.

Wanting to experiment more, he takes out a frilly white panty and slips them over his crotch, feeling a strange warmth below. “Nuuugh… wha…” Wes mumbles fainty, as all the blood rushes into his dick, making it painfully erect pressing against the tight panties. Overcome with the urge to relieve the pressure, he timidly strokes the outline of his cock with his petite hands, but it begins to shrink. “Fuuck… Fuuuuuuck…” Wes gasps frantically as his sexual compulsion becomes unbearable despite his dick inverting into his crotch and reforming into a tight slit. Eyes rolling with unsatiable lust, he plunges his fingers into his pussy, feeling the tip of his cock reform into his clitoris while his vagina deepens by the second. “I need… to… cuu---ahhnnnnmmmmm” Wes moans loudly as his balls slurp into his body, reforming into fertile ovaries while his semen becomes more translucent and coat the insides of his pussy as warm juices. Finaly climaxing, juices squirt out from his pink vulva and drip down his legs as more changes flow through his body.

Breaking out of his orgasmic daze, he pulls his fingers from his pussy with a wet squish as stings of juices drip from them. Whoever these panties belonged to must be a nymphomaniac as his pussy trembles to be penetrated again. Within seconds, fat floods into his ass and hips, causing them to bulge out as his pelvis expands into child-bearing proportions. The panties now fit snugly on his flat crotch as his wide hips hold up the sides while his peach ass stretches the fabric nicely. Encouraged by the recent changes, his thighs rapidly thicken with fat until they rub against each other, smearing the leaking juices in between. To complete the transformation, Wes’ feet crunch down a few sizes into dainty toes only suitable for high heels as he stumbles forward from the change in balance.

Glancing at the bundle of clothes, Wes spots a pair of black rose patterned tights and he smirks with curiosity. “What if…” he mumbles to himself, sliding the thin and fragile fabric up his legs until they stop above his hips. As the threads brush across his skin, it sends tingles everywhere as his legs bubble up with more fat to match the previous owner’s body. The material stretches wider apart as his thighs rapidly thicken wider than his own head and his sensitive inner thighs naturally press against each other. “Nnnngh… oh wow…” Wes grunts, feeling his already wide hips crack wider to support his pillowy thighs as his peach ass expands into a round bubble butt stretching the tights to its limits.

“Is it ove----ahhnnnn” Wes gasps breathlessly as his crotch is hit with an intense wave of pleasure. Juices squirt uncontrollably from his tight pussy and splatter all over his thighs as he cautiously pats it to control his sudden sexual urges. His jaw drops as he watches small shaven slit widen and become looser every second from years of use by the owner of the tights. Pink and moist pussy lips tremble on the edge of his new highly sensitive vagina as more warm juices drip out. “Fuck… fuck…” Wes mumbles in a daze, fighting the urge to finger himself as he tries to focus on his initial plan to experiment with the clothes.

Fingers twitching with arousal, he awkwardly slips off the already completely soaked tights and puts on a pair of jeans, instantly feeling his sexual urges fade away. Simultaneously, his hips cracks narrower and his ass shrinks back into a peach ass pressed against the jeans. “Mmmm… better…” Wes sighs in relief, feeling his slutty pussy retract into a more manageable and tighter vulva. Seeing a small hair clip at the bottom of the box, he curiously puts it onto his platinum blonde hair and instantly feel a tingle in his scalp. “W-woah…” he gasps, running his fingers through his long, luscious hair, watching it turn red down to the roots. To his surprise, his face starts to feel numb as sun-kissed freckles dot his face and his chest, down to his cleavage.

“Oh my god… I look different…” Wes gasps in amazement, glancing at the mirror to see a busty red head staring back with a mix of parts he previously acquired. His head throbs painfully as another wave of foreign memories barrage his mind from the owner of the hairclip. “Shieeet…” he grunts in a feminine voice with a distinct slutty Australian accent. Faint memories of going to beaches and surfing before making out with a guy in the boatshed flickers in his mind as he tries to ignore it. Digging through the box for more accessories, he finds a pair of fake earrings before putting it on and wincing from the pain.

“Owww… h-hurts!” Wes yelps, feeling his tongue tingle as his accent slurs into a thick Korean voice. His face trembles once more as it warps into a creamy and lightly toned skin covered with make-up and products. His pillowy lips remain pouted with red lipstick as his eyes become slanted in the corners, making him look increasingly Asian. “W-wow… I… so sexy!” Wes gasps in broken English as his mind shifts again to fit in another influx of memories, mixing with the countless others and blurring the lines of his own memories. Glancing at the mirror, he notices that he retains the red hair with a slight black hue as a busty and petite Korean idol looks back.

Noticing a long and loose grey dress scrunched in the box, curiosity gets the better of him as he puts it on, feeling the cotton brush against his sensitive skin. Seeing a random hair band on the side, he wraps his long red hair into a cute bun as stray strands tickle his face. The dress looks oversized on his petite body, but not for long as his spine suddenly shoots longer and his hips expands once again, stretching out the grey fabric. “W-woah… my voice…” Wes gasps, hearing his Korean accent disappearing into a more mature and alluring tone. His face tingles as it looses its Asian complexion and warps into a tanned and slightly older European appearance. His eyelashes grow longer as he notices his hair completely jet black with a thin layer of baby fat along his cheeks.

With the baggy dress covering his entire body, Wes feels tingles emanating from every corner of his curvy physique. “Wha… ooohh…” he gasps, feeling his E-cups pulsate as more fat floods into them; clutching onto them in surprise, they feel increasingly heavier and warmer as his nipples become puffy. Slightly sagging from their own weight, he cups them in his hands for support only to yelp in shock as warm milk squirts out and soaks the dress. “I’m… leaking?!” Wes mumbles in disbelief, trying to control the constant stream of milk from his achingly swollen breasts.

“W-wait.. that means… nnnghhhhh” Wes wheezes in realization but it’s too late as his stomach gurgles loudly and he feels his posture shift. Biting his lower lip in pain, he feels his skin stretch as his once toned model-like belly pushes out with a bump before swelling larger by the second. His knees tremble from the sudden increase in weight, but it’s quickly supported by an influx of fat and muscle flooding into his thighs and hips. “It’s a… maternity dress?!” Wes gasps in horror, holding onto his expanding belly as continues to expand to fill in the loose space until the fabric starts to stretch around his stomach and ass. Glancing at the mirror, his jaw drops to see a heavily pregnant woman with breasts leaking with milk resting on top in his room.

“Oh my god…” Wes mumbles, feeling a faint kick inside as his head throbs with blurry memories of passionate sex in a hotel and watching his belly grow day by day. Shaking his head, he tries to clear the thoughts, but other memories as an Asian slut and blonde bimbo getting ploughed in a club takes it place. “No… no… these aren’t… mine…” he grunts, feeling another kick from within as maternal instincts take over and he carefully rubs his swollen belly. He can’t wait to name the baby Wes in a month’s time. Wait. No. He’s called Wes. Feeling increasingly worried and confused with hundreds of conflicting thoughts, he hastily takes off all the clothes before awkwardly fitting into his own pyjamas. “Thank god…” Wes sighs in relief, hearing his own voice as his body starts to change into something more familiar.

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After a few days of experimenting in private, he grins to himself as he sits in his best friend’s bedroom with a bag full of clothes. Gone out to get food for the party, Wes is left alone in the apartment for the perfect opportunity to surprise Jeremy with his dream girl when he gets back.  Emptying all the contents of his backpack onto the bed, he smiles to himself as he decides on what to wear first.

Deciding to go from bottom up, Wes grabs a pair of high heels and tries to fit his feet into them. Sounds of bone crunching and tendons tightening fills the room as his feet rapidly shrinks into petite toes with glossy pedicured toes. Awkwardly swaying for the first few seconds, his balance improves as his ankles and calves becomes slimmer with the inherited skills to walk in heels. Without warning, his spine crunches smaller and curvier, forcing him into a new posture thrusting out his chest and ass. Feeling nauseous from the room looking bigger as he shrinks in height, he’s surprised that his slender legs remain long relative to his smaller body. “Alright…” Wes grins with satisfaction as he takes off the rest of his clothes so he can watch the rest of the transformation.

Slipping on the panties he experimented with a few days ago, he feels the silky fabric wrap around his dick as it becomes painfully hard. “Oohmmph… ooohh…” Wes grunts, feeling increasingly horny as his cock tents up the panties until pre-cum starts to soak the fabric. Not wanting to leave a mess in his friend’s bedroom, he fights the urge to touch himself and relieve the pressure but his knees buckles with pleasure. Faint memories of sitting down to pee and feeling a hand stroke his crotch makes his face blush with arousal. “Fuuuck it…” Wes mumbles in defeat as he slides his hand under his panties to stroke his throbbing dick. Intense waves of ecstasy vibrate through his body as he orgasms within seconds, watching cum soil his panties and splatter all over the bedroom floor. Too horny to care, he rubs his cock more until his balls run dry and retract into his body before reforming into a pair of fertile ovaries. “Unnngh… fuuuuck…” Wes moans as cum drips down his legs and he feels his dick becoming flaccid and inverting into his crotch. Remembering the results of the experiment with this pair of panties, his heart rate quickens as a slit opens up from the base of his non-existent cock and continues to stretch wider with moist and pink pushing out like a blossoming flower. Pulling down his panties, Wes shivers as he watches translucent juices drip from his puffy pussy, feeling his insides churn as his vagina deepens and loosens from years of use. “H-hello again…” Wes grins, stroking his fingers along his slit and moaning loudly as memories of girthy cocks stretching them apart and tongues licking them for a thirty-minute video fills his mind. Trying to control the influx of sexual thoughts, he puts the soaked panties back on and shudders to see it slipping into his wide and puffy pussy lips, leaving an obvious camel-toe for everyone to see.

“Nuuugh… oooh…” Wes shudders, as he slides a shirt black skirt up his legs before clipping it around his waist. As it passes his thighs, he feels them tremble as fat floods into his thighs, causing them to become wider than his own head. Thick like tree trunks yet pillowy soft, he moans softly as his sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and smudges the juices in between. Glancing at the mirror, Wes grins to himself as he recognizes the plump lower body of the cosplayer who used to own this skirt. “Yeah… come oonnnnn” he grunts, feeling a pressure in his ass as fat also begins to seep inside and push them outwards. Groping his expanding ass cheeks, he winces as his skin stretches and becomes twice as sensitive, feeling the skirt rise from behind. Swelling into a round bubble butt, Wes turns to see his ass protruding out from his skirt as it barely hides his still leaking pussy nestled inside. His eye twitch as he remembers seeing people ogling his ass on the train before going to ComiCon and a quick flash of his ass to tease boys.

Despite being fashionably weird, Wes buckles on a small belt about his skirt since he wants a specific appearance for Jeremy. “Huuurghhhh” he wheezes breathlessly, feeling winded as his diaphragm suddenly contracts and his frame shrinks. His waistline tightens as his belly flattens into a toned core achieved from years of dieting and exercise. Contrary to his athletic core, his hips suddenly crack loudly, exploding out into child-bearing proportions. “Nuugh… oh my god…” Wes gasps, running his hands along his hour-glass figure and admiring his curves. His head throbs painfully as he tries to separate and contain all the different memories and personalities he absorbed from the clothes. He can’t help but smile to himself as he feels the sway of his wide hips with every step and the ability to gyrate his lower body for long periods from his strong abdominals.

A look of excitement spreads across his face has he holds a massive bra in his hands, knowing Jeremy’s fetish for big breasted girls. Clipping the loose-fitting bra across his small torso, he instantly feels a rush of warmth through his chest as it becomes increasingly tenderer. “Uuhh… mmhhh…” Wes pants, looking under the bra to see his nipples already hard and puffy while his areolas darken and doubles in size. His skin ripples as rolls of fat gathers under his nipples, slowly pushing them out into modest B-cups, still too small for the bra. His breathing quickens as more fat floods into his tits, slowly stretching his skin and forming a cleavage in the middle as they expand into D-cups. To his surprise, his breasts continue to expand and a familiar warm sensation emanates under his nipples. “W-wait… that’s not… aahhhhnnnn” Wes moans loudly, cupping his tits in his hands as they swell with milk, becoming heavier and fuller by the second until some starts to drip out. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that he mistakenly took the wrong bra as his breasts finally surge into hefty F-cups hanging from his chest like udders. “Uuugh… I…” Wes pants, trying to contain his lactating tits as memories of a baby sucking on his puffy nipples fills his mind.

“Uuugh… fuck…” Wes groans, clutching his head in pain as the unexpected maternal instincts invade his mind and all the different memories intertwine into a patchy sex craved and slutty life. Momentarily retaining control of his thoughts, he lets out a sigh of relief as he reminds himself to focus on the surprise for his friend. “This should be better…” Wes mumbles to himself, wanting to continue with a smaller change as he puts on a bracelet, feeling his hands tingle. Within seconds, his hands shrink into softer palms while his fingers become slimmer with long glossy nails. The changes rush upwards as his biceps melt into a thin layer of fat around his fragile limbs while his broad shoulders crunch narrower into round feminine shoulders with a high collarbone. “S-Shit…” Wes mumbles to himself as he vaguely remembers wrapping his dainty fingers around a stiff cock in the darkness of a cinema before giving the man a handjob.

Putting on the necklace of a famous cosplayer, his neck tingles the second the clasp closes. “Wha… ahemm… ahemm…” Wes gasps, trying to clear his throat as he hears his voice cracking higher into a feminine and ditsy tone with a thickening Japanese accent. Touching his slender neck, he realizes that his Adams apple has disappeared as his head throbs with new memories of attending more ComiCon and conversing with people in Japanese. “Woah… Me… sound… rike… her…” Wes mumbles in broken English as he struggles to form a coherent sentence in his head. Japanese vocabulary corrupts and replaces his English as he can barely read the words on his phone.

Picking up some lipstick and make-up items scattered on the bed, the muscle memory retained in his feminine hands expertly applies it onto his face. “変だ [it’s weird]…” Wes giggles in fluent Japanese as he feels his face warp in different directions. The make-up causes his jawline to soften and cheekbones to pop higher into a rounder and more feminine appearance within seconds. Applying eyeliner, his eyes twitch as they widen and become slanted into an almond complexion while his irises turn dark brown, making him look increasingly Asian. Pressing the red lipstick across his lips causes them to plump up into pillowy cock sleeves as his tongue tingles before doubling in length and hanging out from his mouth. “Haaah… N-nani… happened?!” Wes mumbles in confusion, glancing at his reflection to see a busty Japanese girl with sultry appearance staring back. To complete the transformation, he grabs the last item on the bed and ties it onto his short hair. Within seconds, his scalp itches as his hair cascades down to his lower body, turning jet black and silky smooth before bundling up into a ponytail.

Without warning, Wes clutches his head in pain as it throbs with hundreds of swirling contrasting thoughts. “Nuughh… h-hurts… やめて [stop it]” he whimpers, trying to control them as his pussy trembles to be filled and his breasts beg to be groped. The sudden influx of changes to his face forces memories of sucking cocks with his plump lips and getting his long hair pulled to become engrained in his head. “Ahnn… no… no…” he groans, trying to ignore the new memories, but it’s becoming increasingly harder to distinguish between his old life with the many others. Realizing that he can no longer remember his childhood and family other than a life in Tokyo, he begins to panic and reach for his old clothes to change back to. Wes’ face blushed red with arousal as he tries to pull his panties off, but the soaked fabric remains stuck in his pussy slit; looks like he needs to buy another pair soon. Trying to pull his shirt over his chest, they get stuck on his breasts as milk sprays onto them and he licks his lips hungrily; no wonder guys love sucking his tits since it tastes so sweet.

“No… No… Me… We---Shay---Nico---Rosi---” he mumbles in a panic, trying to remember his own name among the swirling list of girls within. He can barely remember his own appearance and life as parties, sex and dates fill his mind, becoming increasingly normal to him. A smirk subconsciously spreads across his face as he imagines a dick in his hands and his pussy starts to heat up. “Me… girl?” splutters in confusion, looking down at his petite and curvy feminine body, trying to make sense of it all with his mind still fragmented.

“I’m back!” a voice shouts from outside as the Asian girl looks up in surprise from her interrupted thoughts.

Waves of memories suddenly flood into the girl’s mind as her eyes roll back and her body shudders. “Boyfriend!” she giggles, rushing out of the bedroom to greet him with her breasts bouncing and hips swaying side to side. Jeremy’s jaw drops to see a busty Japanese girl looking like his ideal girlfriend approaching him with eyes of lust locked onto his. Hugging her boyfriend with her lactating breasts pressed against him, she looks up at him submissively, wanting to do everything to please him.

“Who are you?!” Jeremy splutters, trying to hide his boner but she notices it and immediately starts to stroke his dick with her slender hands. Guiding him to the bedroom, the Asian girl kisses him and giggles to herself as she slowly strips and straddles him on the bed with him between her thick thighs. Posing above his cock, she teases it with her pussy lips as she lets him squeeze her breasts and explore her body.

“Me… Keiko” she replies, lowering and impaling herself onto his dick. She shudders, feeling her pussy lips spread apart from his cock as it pushes deeper into and rubs against her clitoris. “思い出す [remember]?” Kiko giggles, recalling all the times she let him dominate her in bed and use every hole in her body. With strong abdominal muscles, she gyrates her hips continuously, feeling his dick against her vaginal wall as she clenches around it. She grins to herself after hearing him grunt as she massages his cock in all directions, coating it in warm juices as her milk drips on him too.

“Ahnn… fuuuck” Jeremy grunts as he finally blows his load, filling Keiko’s pussy with his cum. The Asian girl giggles, feeling some leak out as she slides off his cock with a wet slurp. Wanting more, she lowers herself further down the bed until her lips touch the tip of her boyfriend’s cum coated dick. “Wait… what ar---- ooohhhh” Jeremy moans, as Keiko wraps her lips around his cock and pushes down until it rams against the back of her throat. Her mind is still swirling with multiple thoughts, but she knows that pleasuring her boyfriend is her only duty.

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“Keiko… are you ready yet?” Jeremy asks as he puts on his coat for a dinner with his parents. After spending years with her and finding about her special ability, their lives have been exciting to say the very least. Friends thought he is now married to a model as she remains obedient and loyal to him with the only desire to please him.

“Me… nearly…” Keiko coos from the bedroom as she waddles towards him with a heavily pregnant belly. Pregnant with his child, her body only doubles in size as her thighs becomes twice as wide to support the additional weight and her already lactating breasts becomes bigger with more milk. Walking into view, she’s still naked as her long tongue continues to drool down to her pussy. “Me… hungry…” Keiko giggles, squeezing her huge H-cups and causing milk to squirt out as she falls to her knees in front of her husband, eyeing his dick in front of her.

“Fine… a treat before dinner” Jeremy grunts, unbuckling his pants as Keiko’s eyes light up with excitement before wrapping her mouth around it.