Carmen's fixation on the book and her self-proclaimed ability to 'make any fetish come true' was odd, however it was nice to see her focus on something beyond work and Stacy. All the time she spent at Soothe the Soul, not once did she see her wonderful employee express any interest in hobbies. She didn't even look at Stacy until things escalated. For her to be so enthused warmed the older woman's heart. Or perhaps that was the cum she'd yet to wipe off.
Between the two, they managed to clear most of it. Enough for Stacy to be recognisable as a human and not a walking semen-monster, though the idea earned a chuckle. They sat on the bed, Stacy rested her head on Carmen's shoulder, the much taller teen slouching for her benefit, and looked at the blank lines. This was to be her entry, a page all to herself. It was sweet in an unusual way.
"You don't believe it's real, do you?" Carmen asked.
"Carmen, it's... hard to believe."
"But you do trust me."
"Of course."
"Then go ahead," Carmen urged, pencil tip hovering over the paper, "Whatever you've wanted for yourself, just tell me and I'll write it. Whether it comes true or not, I'd like to learn more about you."
"Even if it's silly worries?"
"Especially then."
"Well," Stacy palmed her stomach, "I wouldn't mind being fitter." While she wasn't obese, the weight was obvious and made daily activities a chore sometimes, like climbing the stairs to her apartment. It would be nice to get up and not wheeze for air. Carmen wrote it down, though not in those explicit terms; controls fat distribution.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, you'll grow a cock from this."
"I will? Hmm... but I can choose what it's like? Okay, then give me a huge one. You stretched me so good, it's only fair I return the favour sometime."
Carmen smirked and pecked her lips, "Can't wait. Don't stop there, give me all the details, honey. Do you want bigger boobs? More milk? A thick, juicy pussy? Nipples I can fuck? Imagination's the limit."
Nipples she could fuck? Stacy didn't expect the thought to reverberate in her chest, tits sparking and swelling. If they could do that, then Carmen's seed would mix with her milk and create something new, the ultimate flavour combination. The perfect coffee blend. She laughed to herself for thinking of coffee in this situation.
As they talked it over, each time Stacy thought she'd finished, Carmen had a new suggestion. And, without fail, it ignited something in the older woman. By the time they were absolutely finished, a sprawling list of changes filled the page, and her snatch dripped with more than leftover cum. Carmen wrote her first name at the top of it, then stopped.
"Last chance."
She really was committed to it, "I'm sure." With that 'Caramel' was written and Carmen started counting the seconds, each number more excited than the last. Still counting, she pulled Stacy to her feet. They were so different in height, with Carmen almost two feet over her. It was so easy to be intimidated by her stature, but she never showed Stacy anything less than quiet content. She couldn't resist hugging her, breasts mashing into the Amazonian futa's stomach and squeezing out the dregs of her lactation.
"Forty," Carmen said and stepped away, stroking her main cock with the strangest, yet most sensual grin on her face. Before Stacy could ask, a plume of heat struck her crotch, her hands rushed to the scene and collided with flesh that wasn't there before. Her lips fell open, moans slipped out, while her eyes strained to take in the scene below as her very own penis grew in. Just an average member at first, it quickly ripened with fat veins all over its growing length.
The head stretched past her reach just as heavy balls erupted into existence. She went to grab them, to feel it as they condensed and grew at the same time, however her chest caught fire. Groping her tits, Stacy watched, enraptured, as they swelled. Second to Carmen, she was always the bustiest woman in her life, but now her bosom did its best to close that gap. It stopped short a few inches from Carmen's majesty, but if the entry was real, then it wouldn't be that for long.
Sure enough, a new heat built in each massive breast. Her nipples engorged, areolae puffing up around her fist-sized peaks, while her hills bloated into mountains. No stretch marks disgraced their gorgeous forms, though veins showed through clearer and clearer from the sheer tightness of her skin. One hand squeezed and cream gushed forth.
It couldn't be called milk anymore. Carmen had thickened and enriched it, turning every drop into a lush cream that would cost a fortune. Even that wasn't enough. Stacy arched her back as muscles rippled across her frame. Where she was unhealthily soft before, a pleasant layer of muscle took its place. Her belly suctioned in on itself, leaving her with the trimmest gut of her life, all the more pronounced by her boobs and hips. But the weight didn't simply vanish.
"Oh god," Stacy gasped. Hands flew to her ass, feeling it perk up, all the marks and divots caused by her weight diminished, then expand. Before long, it was a genuine bubble butt, the kind she envied young women for, but on a daunting scale. If she could smother a chair before, couches were now in trouble. The growth didn't stop there as moist lips squished between her voluptuous thighs.
"Is it over?"
"Not quite," Carmen said, still masturbating to the sight. At her words, Stacy grunted as all her bones reoriented themselves. Her hips widened, pelvis now broader than her shoulders, while her limbs extended, and her breasts lost ground against her torso. When it was over, she now longer stood nearly two feet under Carmen, though she was still much taller. The teen rushed her with a soft, passionate kiss, "Now it's done. Wanna see?"
"Oh, yes," Stacy sighed. Age had treated her well enough. Even in her thirties, she often had energy to spare and put it to good use, even if her metabolism was never anything to brag about. In recent months of course, that vibrancy had waned, but it hadn't just returned, it was greater than ever. Her face still appeared mature, with the laugh lines she'd accrued over the decades, though now it was juxtaposed by a youthful exuberance she hadn't known since her teens. No, even more than that.
"You look amazing," Carmen said, joining her in the mirror frame and kissing at her neck. She didn't have to bend so far now, though just enough to make it clear how big she really was.
