She woke up in a strange bed the morning after. Didn't know where she was for a moment. Then it came back to her.
He'd had her strip out of her dress and underwear in the limo, leaving her only her stay ups and high heels. She'd sat on his lap with his hard cock in her cunt while he was playing with her, letting his hands explore over her creamy skin. It had kept her so aroused she could only moan. She'd felt every bump in the road on the ride until they slid up to the curb next to his building.
The steps from the car across the curb, into the skyscraper and to the glass-walled penthouse elevator had gone so fast she'd almost been able to ignore she was naked. The cold air had made her nipples so hard she'd felt like they'd burst if she got any more turned on. The triplets had huddled around her, mostly shielding her from any onlookers, only giving a tantalizing flash of a diminutive, naked blonde as she was herded into the building. The doorman, on the other hand, she was sure got a full look.
Once in the elevator, Damien had pushed her against the glass wall, giving her a fantastic view of the night city as they were going up, while he fucked her hard from behind. She'd started climaxing a third way up. Before two thirds, he'd inseminated her, deep in her pussy, becoming the first man to ever succeed in making her accept his fertile load into her reproductive system. When they were all the way up, she'd staggered into his penthouse with his cum running down the inside of her thighs, dripping globs of it on the shiny marble floor as he led her through the apartment to the master bedroom. She'd seen sexy French maids scurrying in the areas they passed, and she'd blushed deeper, aware they'd be cleaning up the trail she was leaving over the floor, while she was being fucked by their master, just a few rooms away.
Emma put a hand to her belly, suddenly realizing he might have changed her so contraceptive drugs no longer worked on her. She'd heard some makers enjoyed doing that. Modifying their stock into super-fertile little baby-factories, altering them to always get identical multiples when bred, sometimes limiting them to either only boys or only girls.
If he had, she was probably already pregnant. That load in the elevator wasn't the only one she'd taken. She bit her lip, trying to really think about it. She couldn't decide if she wanted it to be boys or girls if she had been successfully bred. Whatever Damien wanted, she guessed. He'd probably want blonde girls, she thought with a giggle. She could do that. A pair of blonde twin daughters. She imagined herself heavily pregnant, a successfully bred young lady, dutifully carrying twin babies inside her for her older Maker. Her cunt clenched at the thought.
Though none of the other women she'd seen here had been swollen with child. Maybe Damien wasn't into that stuff. At first, she felt disappointed realizing that, but then thought that perhaps that meant she could be the first?
In the bedroom, Damien had let the triplets have their way with her, fondling, kissing, licking, as he watched, getting himself ready for another round. Then he'd approached, touched her, and the world twisted, her tits swelling up. Then the twist again. Tits growing bigger, overfilled and round - like super-sized volleyballs on her chest. Before that night, she had never provided a titty fuck. Now she was utterly made for it.
He hadn't hidden how much he enjoyed having her that way. He'd treated her like a big pair of tits, her only purpose to be a cleavage for his cock. He'd shot his white, sticky enjoyment onto her chin, over her face, but most of it into her hair, while she was still squirming in her titty fuck induced orgasm. Thinking about it now, she couldn't wait for him to do it again.
She groaned, her thoroughly used body sore all over, shifted over the expensive bed linen and opened her eyes. She was alone in the colossal bed.
She felt the unfamiliar weight of her huge tits as she rolled over, her massive breasts hitting her chin. Thick steel rings hung from her nipples, glinting in the sunlight coming in from the windows. Oh, yeah, her new tits came with pierced nipples, she'd almost forgotten that. Rings for him to push his fingers through while he used her.
Moving her hands to find the rings with her own fingers, she felt that stretching sensation on her skin of dried cum. It was everywhere! Her long hair, spread out above her like a golden halo over the pillows, was tangled and sticky. Globs of hardened cum in her yellow tresses.
She groaned again, got out of the bed and walked naked, disheveled to the mirror wall. Time to see the damage.
Seeing herself, she gasped. Her tits were larger than her head! Flawlessly round, riding high, supernaturally unaffected by gravity. She pushed up to her toe tips, let herself make a little jump in place. They moved exactly right, despite being unnaturally round and high when at rest. It managed to make her look pneumatic and natural at the same time. Go figure.
Her face looked as if it belonged on a baby doll. Her nose smaller, an upturned, cute little nub, and there was a big ring piercing her septum. Her lips were suitably more bee-stung for someone that liked it in the mouth as much as her. The pouty new lips seemed to naturally part when she relaxed, and she could see the glint of the piercing inside her mouth. Would her mouth look this inviting when she slept, too? If so, she suspected she'd probably have to get used to waking up with seed in her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, looked at the metal ring that was in her tongue tip like an earring. It all combined into a "wants it in the mouth" theme. She tittered. It wasn't untrue.
Bigger eyes with thick, butterfly lashes. Her pupils so dilated she looked as if she'd been drugged. The wide-set blue eyes with the huge, dark pools in their centers made her look like a startled, attentive prey. A gazelle with her focus turned towards an unexpected sound. She wondered if she'd always look this doe-eyed and surprised now, or if it was just a reaction to seeing her changes.
Emma tried making a few faces. The girl in the mirror appeared innocently unaware about how alluring she looked, no matter what she did. Fresh, cute, inexperienced - and blissfully uninformed that her mouth had clearly been designed for cocksucking.
It was almost tastefully subtle, but there was also no denying it - her new face was a walk-in invitation for rough, dominant facefucks. Perfectly matching the mood Damien had been in when he made it.
It was the face of a sexual plaything. Dominant men would never leave her be, now.
There were other alterations too, of course. A wasp-waist, ridiculously tight. Her ass a little improved. She found that she walked on her toe tips now - it felt natural to move like a dancer. As if she was a stripper on stage, showing off for the men.
She moved her hand to her sex at that thought. Touching herself. And then she felt the clit piercing. Oh, yeah. There too.
Damien had used his power to pierce her when they were snuggling between bouts, late at night. He'd had one of the Mandys go fetch a tag and the other piercings for her, put the tag in her clit himself. Set up her profile page on his phone while the triplets inserted the other piercings. During cuddling later, he'd showed her how he'd set the picture of her cum covered face in the restaurant as the profile picture. He'd paid her coyness and protests no heed - he'd taken more pictures of her during the night's play, posted them all. Documented her hard use.
Her face going crimson, she bit her swollen, bee-stung lip as her fingers pulled at the piercing, fingertips teasing over her nub. She'd actually let him tag and register her. She was tagged like a cow. Mooo...
As she played with herself, she felt her hair rustle behind her, teasing at the inside of her thighs, even below her knees. It was so much longer now. Long enough to pool on the floor when she was on her knees in front of him. To tickle over her shins while she bobbed her head on his cock.
