The Slippery Slopes of Summer City

Chapter 1 - A Different Kind of Snake Oil

You lean back in your chair watching the sun rise from behind the neon-lit skyscrapers in the distance. You take a sip of your coffee and enjoy the view before another day running your hands over various beautiful women, helping them relieve all manner of tension. It's a hard life sometimes, but somehow you persevere.

Summer City, not another place like it on the planet, the great bastion of human joy and liberty. Admittedly, seeing X-change and the various rival brands of gender-altering products publicly and proudly advertised took some getting used to given how less open-minded most other cities are.

Hell, you've tried pink pills before, in that awkward period where your injury pumped the brakes of your ability to play and the scholarship it was attached to. Temporarily escaping the pain and escaping the accompanying thoughts of the future by being a different version of yourself did have its appeal.

Escaping Henry's problems by becoming Helen and trying your luck at a lesbian bar was enjoyable and sounded easy in theory. Turns out that turning up in a rocking body and having not even a hint of knowledge of lesbian subculture or even how to act like a girl gets you outed as a tourist pretty quickly. At least you didn't embarrass yourself by dropping any lesbian terms you picked up from watching porn.

Thankfully, by being open and honest about being on X-change and explaining your reasons for it, you were able to meet Lexi. You think back to that night, how Lexi's friend teased her for adopting another puppy tourist and that they doubted you'd learn much from her. Lucky for you, Lexi didn't listen and you threw yourself into learning how to please a woman, among plenty of other things.

What helped was how enjoyable lessons with Lexi were and not that you needed more motivation, but as she put it, 'If you're able to get an experienced lesbian off with your mouth and hands you can't go wrong with any other woman you're with.' Hell, you reckon Lexi taught you nearly as much about using your hands as all the physio and massage therapy courses you attended.

Admittedly it was some of Lexi's lessons that led to your first massage parlour being shut down and you moving out to Summer City to begin with. At least here, providing you weren't too overt about your massage parlours' additional services then you'd have no trouble here. If there's one thing above all else about Summer City it is that sex is everywhere.

With your apartment above the massage parlour, the morning commute is nice and short, although like most days your Assistant Claire is impatiently waiting by the front door as you open up for the day.

"Having a slow one this morning, old man?" Claire teases as you flip the sign from closed to open.

"I'm not that much older than you, you know," you reply, shaking your head. "I'm young enough that I could have been your step-brother," You add as you continue to go through the morning routine of setting things up. "And not the fun kind that wants to experiment, the annoying kind that follows you around all day," You add teasingly.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Old man," Claire continues to tease, sticking her tongue out at you, her tongue stud catching the lights and twinkling slightly.

"I'm barely five years older," you complain.

"Yeah but those were probably five really long years," Claire continues to tease as she starts changing into the clothes she doesn't mind getting oily.

You try your best to not stare, but something about the short fiery redhead's constant verbal barbs gets your blood pumping and your eyes can't help but stray.

There's something about her pale freckled skin, despite living in a city renowned for its sun and places to enjoy it. Her bright green eyes with a mischievous glint to them and the various piercings and tattoos that adorn her body.

"You're staring again," Claire giggles.

"Sorry," You apologise before you start to change into the plain white shorts and vest.

"Don't be, I like it when you look. Lets me know you haven't given up on life in your old age," Claire replies with a soft laugh. "It also gives me an excuse to return the favour," She mutters softly as she shamelessly admires your athletic frame and the prominent outline of your manhood.

"You're harping on about the age stuff today?" you comment.

"Well you can either be the older and wiser person I have to listen to, or we can give me the raise I deserve and drop the assistant from my title," Claire states, still shamelessly checking you out as you turn to face her.

"You know I can't until you complete that massage therapy course," You reply with a soft sigh.

"Well then, looks like you're stuck being the old man then," Claire says cheerfully. "Luckily for you, I have a thing for older men," Claire adds in a sensual tone, playfully running a finger down your chest.

"Lucky me," You reply with a smile while your cock starts to harden from having Claire running her hand over your body, with that damn seductive smile on her face that's daring you to finally make the first move.

You have to admit, over the months Claire's worked for you, you've given it a lot of thought, but thankfully, your work gives you enough of an outlet not to act on it. You've no doubt Claire would be fun-and lots of it, but you value her too much as a friend and assistant to fuck things up by letting your dick do the thinking.

Although as you look down into Claire's vibrant verdant eyes, cock rapidly expanding and hardening, you start to wonder if today might be the day she finally breaks you. Thankfully, you hear the door open and have an excuse to back away before you do something many times that maybe eventually at least one of you might regret.

Your first customer of the day is a new face, although after talking through the services you offer, she quickly orders off the standard menu without even stopping to give you her name. From this, you gather she's friends with someone who's visited and enjoyed your special full-body service or overheard someone talking about it.

Most of your customers are referrals or repeat customers, with some just visiting to enjoy the experience before their off to try something else new. Summer City has a habit of helping folks find out about itches they didn't even know they wanted scratched. Still, a lack of any name, even a false one, is unusual.

You take a moment to study the woman, noticing a few subtle details, her clothes not quite sitting right, the way she stands and moves like she's not familiar with her body. You smile as you deduce that the lack of a name along with the other details might be because they haven't thought of one yet. It reminds you of your first time taking a pink pill.

You smile and act professional, showing the nameless woman to the room and handing her a towel before leaving her to undress and lie on the table when she's ready. More than happy to help someone take their first steps in their new body and take it out for a test drive.

A few minutes later you're gently rubbing massage oil into the customer's legs, your hands expertly applying the right amount of pressure to ease the muscles. Slowly you work your way up the woman's back while she lets out soft moans of pleasure as she enjoys feeling your hands working every ounce of tension from her body. Especially her back which carries a lot of tension, due to how well-endowed she is in the chest department.

Once you've finished her back the woman eagerly rolls over, not even bothering to move the modesty towel. You smile as you pour more of the warm massage oil into your hands before rubbing it into the naked woman's skin. The woman's nipples are already standing to attention before you reach her big pillow tits, but you ensure to give them the attention your customer craves.

The woman's moans of pleasure would have already been eye-raising for anyone close enough to hear them, but by now there's no mistaking them for sounds of sexual pleasure. Thankfully you had the foresight to ensure the massage rooms were soundproofed well enough to not have to worry about anyone walking in off the street overhearing it.

By now the woman's taking what she wants from the massage service, eagerly running her hands over the bulge in your shorts. Stroking and squeezing your impressive length, eagerly awaiting the finale of the full body service.

However, you still have the woman's lower front to massage first, causing her to let out a needy groan when you step away from her grasping hands. However, those sad sounds are soon replaced with soft moans and groans as your hands start to travel further up her legs, your fingertips grazing her thighs.

The air in the room starts to fill with the aroma of arousal, the towel still underneath the woman dutifully absorbing all the juices freely flowing from her hungry sex. You tease the woman a little longer, knowing the anticipation will make it all the more memorable for her. By the time you're ready to finally start working on her juicy pussy the woman is practically panting, desperate for some release from her arousal.

You pause for a moment, wondering if you should check what sort of pill the woman is on, just in case she's on resistance or some other variant which might have adverse consequences for having too many orgasms.

However, before you open your mouth to ask, a darker part of your mind stops you from asking for the same reason you almost did. Rationalising that if they were on resistance or something they should have told you sooner.

So instead you start to massage and caress the woman's swollen lips and clit, causing her to let out much louder moans of pleasure. Your fingers soon plunge into the sweet slick embrace of the woman's sweltering slit, your thumb teasing across her clit until she cries out in ecstasy. Her body is shaking and her voice is trembling as she squirts on your hand, her juices spraying out across the room.

You feel the muscles in her body squeezing your slick digits as you continue to expertly finger fuck her through her first orgasm and right into the next. Another fountain of her juices spraying out and covering your hand. Your cock throbs as a thought about her possibly being on a Resistance pill lingers in your mind.

You shuffle around the table, two fingers still knuckle deep in her juicy cunt as you continue to curl your fingertips upwards and into that sweet bundle of nerve endings, making her sing. With your freehand you pull down your shorts, letting your cock spring free, the woman reaching out and stroking it without hesitation.

The woman uses her grip on your sizeable shaft to urge you closer, which you happily comply with and are rewarded with the feeling of your cock being surrounded by the wet and warm confines of her mouth.

The woman's technique is unsurprisingly sloppy, but she more than makes up for it with enthusiasm. You continue to bring the woman to orgasm after orgasm until one too many close calls with her teeth grazing against your cock tells you to move things along.

You step back and pull your cock free of the woman's lips and quickly position yourself at the bottom of the massage table. Taking a firm grasp of the woman's legs you help her move her body down the table until she's in the perfect position to start fucking.

You look up at the woman, to give her a chance to put a stop to things, but instead, she gives you a nod and you start to slide your thick cock between her sweet slick folds. You let out a loud moan of pleasure as you feel the woman's walls squeezing your cock like a vice as you slide deeper into her.

You start off nice and slow, giving the woman a chance to get used to what you suspect was the new sensation of being filled. Thankfully she's so wet that despite how tightly her body squeezes your manhood you're still able to work it in and out of her dripping sex. Your weighty balls slap wetly against her ass as you pick up the pace. The room fills with the satisfying sound of skin wetly colliding with skin.

You manage to fuck the woman to another orgasm, her face contorts with pleasure that you and Claire refer to as fuck drunk. You feel the woman's body trying to pull your cock deeper, her walls rhythmically squeezing your cock like it's trying to milk it. You feel your balls starting to churn, ready to unload and bring the full body massage to an end.

You're still not sure what type of pill the woman is on as you feel yourself rapidly reaching that sweet point of no return, your cock giving a heavy warning twitch. Part of you wonders if you should wait for the woman to say anything, but this time you suppress that selfish urge.

"I'm close, where do you want it?" You grunt, feeling your cock starting to swell and harden as you're mere seconds away from cumming.

"Not inside," the woman hisses between moans. "Not safe," she gasps.

Her words reach your ears just in time as you summon enough energy to resist the urge to plunge yourself deep inside of her and drain your balls into her womb. Instead, you pull out, managing to get your cock clear of her sweet folds and rest it on her stomach as it erupts. You spray your thick sticky cum over her belly, with a few strands shooting far enough to coat her huge tits with your seed.

You take a moment to admire the sight of the woman's cum coated body as she still twitches from the aftershocks of one of her many orgasms. You hand her some wet wipes to help clean your hot cum from her body before helping her to her feet and leading her to the showers so she can wash off the sweat and oil from the massage.

You take a few minutes cleaning up the mess, sanitising the table and room so it's ready for the next customer. You walk out into the main waiting room and open the fridge, reaching past Claire's collection of Bubba Zipples and going for a water bottle.

"Don't know why you're so allergic to the idea of drinking a Bubba Zipple," Claire comments as you take a seat behind the counter to rest up.

"Never trusted caffeine in any form other than coffee after having too many energy drinks in my college days," you reply. "Besides, there's something about those drinks," you add, looking up at Claire.

"Yeah, they're so darn good," Claire sings, mimicking the tone of the vending machines sometimes play.

"No, it's something about the flavour names," you reply. "That, and why are some of the flavours rarer? It's a vending machine. Just stock more of the popular flavours!" you rant.

"See, this right here, is why I mock you for your age," Claire replies. "Scarcity just adds to the fun when you can get one. I swear it makes it taste better," Claire adds.

"It could be a native Summer City thing, rather than an age thing," you try to point out.

"Maybe, but I know the age thing bothers you more than mocking you for being from some backwater hick town," Claire replies sticking her tongue out at you again.

"Anyone else been in while I was working?" You ask, keen to avoid having another bout of being ribbed for being slightly older than Claire.

"Serviced a couple of guys who wanted a quick rub and tug," Claire replies casually. "Not as well paying or fun as your work, but it's honest work that keeps the lights in this place on," Claire jokes.

"You have got to stop calling your massages that," you say with a laugh. "It might be true, but we're technically a massage parlour, not a brothel," you point out.

"Same difference isn't it?" Claire replies.

"Nope, much cheaper taxes," you declare with a smile.

"Ugh, such an old man thing to think about," Claire scoffs.

"Plus, occasionally we do get people that just want a massage and nothing else," you add.

"Fair, if I went to a sex shop and all they did was rub my body and tell me I need to work on my posture, I'd be pretty disappointed," Claire agrees.

"At least they didn't spit in your mouth," you tease.

"Oh god, you gotta let that go Old man, it was one time and I keep telling you the guy really seemed like he wanted me to do it," Claire protests.

"Yes Mistress," You joke, earning you a surprisingly hard punch in the arm from Claire. "Ow fuck, sorry, I'll stop," You reply, rubbing the slightly numb part of your arm.

You forget that despite her short and slender body, Claire is deceptively strong, which is part of the reason she's as good a masseuse as she is. Thankfully, Claire is smiling despite punching you so you know you haven't really upset her, like that time you decided to try one of her Bubba Zipples only to pick what turned out to be the rarest of the flavours.

Before you can dwell too much on your memory of the only time you've seen Claire angry, the door opens and a man carrying a large box steps inside. The man drops the cardboard box on the floor with a worrying thud before stopping to mop his brow. You share a look with Claire who gives you a shrug as you settle in to hear whatever the man was about to sell you.

"Good day to you both, fine weather you have in this magnificent city," the man politely begins.

"Good weather in a place called Summer City, it surprises me every day too," Claire replies in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh yes, aptly named, much like this fine product," The man replies, reaching down and pulling out a bottle of what looks like baby oil, albeit with a woman in a sauna with a radiant glow emanating from her. "This here is a rare imported European oil, Nordic Oil! Made from exotic and all-natural ingredients like Lingonberry, and Arctic Cloudberries," the man continues putting the bottle down on the counter.

"Ah yes, nothing more exotic and natural than nano-estrogen boosters, which isn't how oestrogen is spelt for starters," Claire says, rolling her eyes and smiling mockingly.

"Ah yes, this product mixes all those natural ingredients and blends it with cutting-edge technology," the salesman continues. "Also, that spelling mistake is how you can tell it's a genuine European import with all their fancy and romantic sounding languages," the man continues, undeterred by Claire's comments and demeanour.

"Yeah, those wacky countries with their other languages and cultures," Claire replies, shaking her head as she continues to study the bottle.

"You know I got a tip to import this stuff from a man visiting from Finland? Apparently they go mad for those saunas. You know, like the ones we have in some of the gyms here," The salesperson explains. "He swears by the stuff, can't get enough of it and how much the American women he's met love it," t he man adds with a nervous smile.

"Well that does sound pretty exotic, but we're already pretty stocked up on massage oils at the moment," you begin to say.

"But this stuff smells just like pine, I bet you don't have anything quite like it already," the salesperson replies hopefully.

"Tempting. But we really have more than we know what to do with," you reply.

"Are you sure?" the salesperson asks, sounding dejected.

"Oh I'm fairly certain, isn't that right Claire?" you reply turning to your Assistant who was keenly studying something on her phone, her eyes flicking between her device and the bottle.

"Oh, I think we could probably try it out at least," Claire replies with a sweet smile. "Take a couple of bottles to give it a fair trial," Claire adds in a sweet tone. "He did bring it all the way from Europe," she continues.

"It is a rather long distance to travel," the salesperson agrees.

Suddenly having your Assistant turned against you for reasons you can't quite fathom, you find yourself unable to talk your way out of buying a couple bottles of the Nordic Oil. You do consider bodily throwing the salesperson out of the shop as you doubt he could counter that with his charm, but one look at the man and you feel sorry enough for him to drop that idea quickly.

"Alright, how much for two bottles," You say with a weary sigh.

"Well all my discounts are based on bulk orders, and then there was the import taxes," the salesperson begins his hawking in earnest, "I couldn't possibly let these two bottles go for anything less than $100," he says with a smile.

With a weary sigh, feeling as though you've just been conned into buying literal snake oil you open up the till and take out the money to pay the man. He smiles and puts a second bottle from the box onto the counter, which Claire moves to grab before you can.

"Two bottles, one each to test," you say to Claire who looks up at you and laughs nervously.

"Oh right, yeah silly me," She smiles.

"Ok, well I'm sure you'll love the product, so here's my business card for when you want to order more," the salesperson says.

You take the plastic card and watch a hologram of the details spring up from the card, including two faces. One is the man standing in front of you and another of an equally nervous-looking woman awkwardly smiling up at you. The name Charles/Charlie Ponzi is listed, which would likely have made you think twice about even listening to the pitch at all.

"Well thank you for your time, have a blessed day," Charles says as he awkwardly picks up the box and makes his leave.

You stare down at the bottle in your hand, completely oblivious about how much it is about to change your life. Summer City very much putting you on a path to discover one of those itches you didn't know you needed scratching.

Chapter 2 - Slippery when wet

The bottle of oil sits unopened for about a week, to the point where you honestly start to forget about it altogether. The memory of Charles the salesman filed away under one of the many wonderful characters Summer City seems to attract. Until you get your monthly visit from one of your best customers, that is.

"Henry! I swear you get even more handsome each time I come to visit," Samantha booms in her loud and infectiously cheerful tone.

You turn and smile, taking Samantha in. Her wonderful curvy splendour in an outfit revealing much of her sun-kissed bronze skin. A wide smile and brown eyes filled with joy seemingly brightening up the room.

"Nah, I just take good care of myself, it's everyone else letting the team down," you reply with a laugh, walking over and giving Samantha a big hug enjoying the feeling of her prodigious titties pressing into your body.

"Claire, how is my wonderful girl doing, Henry's not riding your ass too hard, I hope?" Samantha teases as she steps back from you and rushes over to hug Claire.

"I wish," Claire laughs, opening her arms wide to receive the embrace.

"My girl," Samantha laughs as she pulls Claire towards her body.

You watch, as due to the extra height added to Samantha from her heels, your assistant's face disappears between the sizable valley of Samantha's cleavage as she hugs the redhead. Someone else might feel a little jealous of Claire, but you know that you'd be getting to enjoy much more of Samantha's body shortly.

Samantha's been visiting your massage parlour twice a month for nearly three years now, ever since her first visit. You remember her first visit, drifting in off the street looking miserable, only coming in initially to find a place to sit down and be alone for a moment.

It turned out that Samantha had been Sam up until about an hour before, when a colleague had spiked her with an unknown X-Change pill moments before Sam was due to give an important career-defining pitch. Lamenting the lost opportunity of promotion more than the sudden shift to an unfamiliar body.

You did your best to comfort the distraught woman by trying to console them as best you could by sharing with her your own story of lost dreams. How an untimely accident ended your athletic career before it started, and the scholarship that went with it. How that same injury led you to experiment with X-Change and discover more enjoyable things in life which helped you get where you are today.

Samantha in turn started to share her own goals and dreams, how she threw herself into her work, thinking that happiness was linked to success. How each promotion or bonus she earned might have allowed her to afford nicer things, but ultimately did little to fill that pit inside her.

You smiled and suggested that perhaps she was trying to fill it with the wrong things, and perhaps she should try out new things, go out and take in the world around her. Do something she never normally would, spend some time just feeling the grass under her feet.

Something you said seemed to have gotten through as Samantha dried her eyes, saying you were right, and whatever this place sold she was going to buy it. This is how you came to give her the first massage of many. True to her word, she kept asking for more until she reached the limits of your normal services.

You remember vaguely hinting at the extended range of services you offer and the adorable look of aroused shock on Samantha's face when she finally realised. Initially, she said there was no way she could let you touch her like that, but then she paused saying 'new experiences' and asked you to continue. Leading to the first of many, many orgasms you'd give her.

Samantha left your shop that day, promising she'd be back again and each time she seemed to be that much happier having taken your advice to heart and always paying way above your normal prices.

You leave Samantha to talk to Claire while you grab some fresh towels and the few other odds and ends you'll need for Samantha's massage. You hear the two women laughing and giggling together and you can't help but think back to how Samantha was when she first visited and how she is now. You're not sure to what extent your advice helped change Samantha but in any event, you're glad to have made some sort of positive impact.

"Henry, I hope you saved up a lot of stamina for me, I'm extra hungry today," Samantha coos as she enters the room.

"New pill?" you enquire hopefully, giving her a big smile.

"No, still just a Basic," Samantha replies. "Maybe it's something in the air, but my kitty's been really craving your cream since I popped that sweet pink goodie this morning," Samantha purrs seductively.

"Shame, I keep hoping you'll come in and surprise me with something to add a little extra spice to our fun," you say confidently.

"Hmmm? And just what sort of spice are you craving?" Samantha husks as she begins to undress in the middle of the room, shunning the privacy of the changing area.

"Maybe a Resistance so I can watch you squirm as you cum. Making it last longer and longer," you offer with a smile. "Or an Xtra-Strength, so you can spend a full month with me," you continue with a broad smile.

"A full month means there'd be a risk of pregnancy," Samantha replies with a hint of mock surprise. Her dress falls from her body revealing the matching set of purple silk lingerie.

"Just a small risk, really," you reply with a mischievous smile.

"Unless I can trust you to pull out," Samantha replies in a sultry manner. "I could trust you, couldn't I, Henry?" She continues, popping the clasps on the front of her bra, freeing her soft, heavy boobs.

"Maybe... maybe not," you reply with a cocky smile.

"Well then, guess I'll just have to stick to Basics then," Samantha giggles as she puts her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down. "Because one of the best parts of being on Basic is getting to feel you shoot your hot creamy load deep inside me," Samantha says in a seductive voice.

With the playful back and forth done, you grasp Samantha's wide hips, hoisting her onto the table, placing a few rolled-up towels for support around Samantha's upper body so sizable breasts aren't too squashed.

"So any preference on oil today?" you ask with a smile, a finger trailing her spine.

"Actually I'm feeling adventurous today, got anything new or exotic we can try?" Samantha replies her voice is already starting to sound soothed and relaxed from your simple touch.

You think for a moment, having a poke around the various bottles of oil you have on hand. Most of them are made from similar ingredients, but then you spy the bottle you bought a week or so back, the Nordic Oil. You recall it being described as smelling of pine and having some berries you've never heard of in it, which would definitely fit the bill.

"You know, I might have something, got some imported oil from Europe that smells of pine," you offer, dabbing a tiny drop on your finger so Samantha can have a smell of it.

"Oh wow, it does smell good. Not too overpowering either. Nice and subtle," Samantha laughs. "Sure we'll give this stuff a try."

You attempt to pour a small amount of the Nordic Oil into the palm of your hands, preparing to rub them together until the oil feels right. However you find the NordicOil is much less viscous than expected, leaving your hands coated in way more oil than you'd normally use.

With no practical way to get the oil back in the bottle you decide to just go with it and just use more effort to work it all into Samantha's bronzed skin. You go to rub your hands together, when the Nordic Oil surprises you a second time by heating up to the perfect temperature in your hands without any assistance from you.

Unsure what to make of the Nordic Oil so far, you place your hands on Samantha's back and begin to gently rub and massage the oil in.

"Oh wow, this stuff feels great," Samantha purrs. "It feels like it's warming my whole body up," She sighs contendly as you continue to work the oil into her skin.

"Good to know, it's my first time trying it, so I wasn't too sure what to expect."

"Definitely a keeper," Samantha moans, her enjoyment clear as you ease the tension in her muscles.

When you change the position to work the heel of your hands into Samantha's muscles, you notice that her skin seems to have a slight glow to it where your hands block out some of the light. You start to wonder if there might be something to this Nordic oil, but push it out of your mind for now and focus on the massage.

You give the back of Samantha's body another generous coating of Nordic oil, expertly massaging the muscles and all the tension from Samantha's body. Well, except for the new tension building inside of her, but that too is all part of the service.

You get a slight surprise from Samantha when you start to tease her by massaging around her labia. Gently teasing the soft cheeks of her ass apart and noticing just how wet she is. When you playfully tease your thumb around Samantha's outer lips, you just graze her clit with your thumb... only for her to let out a cry of pleasure as she squirts all over the table.

"Oh wow, someone was on a hair trigger today," you joke while Samantha groans and moans into the table.

"I can't help it, your hands feel too good," Samantha gasps, breath heavy as she rides out the surprise orgasm.

Mistaking Samantha's surprise orgasm as a sign to move things along, you ask her to roll over and get to oiling up your hands so you can start massaging them into her front. You decide to start on her feet to give her a little time to cool down, but even in areas that normally don't provoke much of a sexual response from Samantha have moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck! It's like my whole body is on fire," Samantha pants, her breath is heavy from the arousal, a clear urgency to feel your hands all over her body.

"This oil must be pretty good," you laugh. "Don't think I've ever had a woman so close to cumming from just a foot rub," you joke as you work your thumbs into the sole of Samantha's feet and watch her writhe like you were two fingers knuckle deep in her pussy.

"So fucking good," is Samantha's breathy agreement.

Giving Samantha a few moments to compose herself, you continue with the massage, slowly working your way up her legs. Samantha still seems to be reacting to your touch way more than she normally does, clearly wound up and begging for release

Initially, you think the begging is just for your benefit, that Samantha is acting up just how good she feels. But then you look up and see the look in her eyes, how dilated they are, catching a glimpse of genuine desperation in them. So pausing your massage of her body for a moment, you skip ahead to tease and tweak Samantha's swollen nipples.

You have managed to make Samantha cum in the past by just playing with her tits, but only once. Recalling the various tricks and tips you used, you begin to grip one of Samantha's erect nubs between thumb and forefinger gently squeezing and lightly twisting the nipple, while you lightly graze and tease the other.

Once more, Samantha lets out a triumphant cry of pure pleasure, her entire body becoming a quivering mess as muscles spasm and she cums. Hard. More of Samantha's juices spray out from her increasingly wet pussy. All the while you continue to tease and tweak Samantha's sensitive nips, each slight movement changes the pitch of Samantha's moans of pleasure.

Getting a little too carried away with your new toy, Samantha shouts out another ecstatic cry of pure bliss as you're able to trigger another orgasm before she's even finished having her second one. You glance down at Samantha's body seeing the ever increasing pool of her juices literally dripping from the table to puddle on the floor of the room.

Your attempts to communicate with Samantha are met with moans of pleasure and animalistic grunts of appreciation. For a brief moment, you consider putting an end to the massage since something clearly isn't quite right. Yet Samantha convinces you to continue by grabbing your hand and making you rub her body.

"You really want me to continue?" you question feeling a little uneasy with how Samantha is reacting.

Samantha simply nods enthusiastically, reaching down to take your hands into hers and trying to encourage you to start massaging her again. Thankfully, Samantha's body seems to have either adjusted to the sensitivity or those back-to-back orgasms helped settle her down for the moment.

For good measure, you move up to massage Samantha's arms and even with more oil, Samantha seems to react more like her usual self in a session. She even regains the ability to speak a few minutes in.

"Thank you, I really needed that," Samantha states with a broad smile.

"Anytime," you smile, "although I'll admit I almost stopped the massage there. Thought you might lose your mind from cumming too hard," you tease.

"Even if I had, it would have been totally worth it," Samantha giggles. "No idea if it's the oil, or something else," Samantha muses, the thought hanging in the air for a moment. "But whatever you do, Henry, do not stop," Samantha demands. "No matter how melted my mind gets," flashing a huge smile.

"The customer is always right," you respond with a half laugh.

"Damn, straight I am," Samantha giggles. "Now stop playing it safe, and move those damn hands, make me sing again," Samantha growls in an authoritative yet oddly arousing tone.

Not needing to be told twice, your hands roam their way down Samantha's wonderful curvy body. Each time her moans and groans of pleasure sound just that little bit too needy you stop to take a detour to her huge pillowy tits to help take the edge off by making her cum.

It takes about three more orgasms, making six in total so far before your hands have covered everywhere on Samantha's body except the area she wants you to touch the most. The air is thick with the scent of Samantha's arousal, and the massage table is so thoroughly soaked that the waterproof cover will likely need replacing.

Suspecting that once you start, Samantha will struggle to move into a better position, you decide to pull her down the table to give you better access to her sweet soaking sex. As you grasp Samantha by her thick thighs and pull, your face is drawn closer to her slick slippery slit. You look up away from the juicy jewel, your eyes meeting Samantha's as she silently pleads for you to go down on her.

Not one to disappoint, you flash Samantha a quick smile before lowering your head down and bringing your lips right next to Samantha's quivering folds. Your tongue extends out and begins to probe and lick around Samantha's pussy, before you finally stop teasing and begin to eat her out.

With your nose this close to Samantha's pussy, the thick aroma of her arousal makes your head spin slightly as you eagerly feast on her. Recalling every tip and trick that Lexi taught you all those years ago, you experiment with a few techniques in different spots and work out which ones drive Samantha wild by how she reacts, given her strangely high arousal today.

This proves to be more difficult than you anticipate, since no matter what you try and where you try it, Samantha howls in pleasure. You feel Samantha's hand on your head, her grip tightens until she has a firm grip on your hair and uses this to try and force your face deeper into her delicious folds as she starts to cum once more, coating your face with her juices.

With your vision mostly obscured by Samantha's perfect, massive thighs, you decide to simply focus on what's in front of you, flicking and working your tongue every which way you can. Relying on Samantha's pussy to guide you on what she likes best, which once again seems to be anything you do.

You've gotten fairly hot and messy with these massages before, but this one might be the first time you'll have had to thoroughly wash your hair to get all the pussy juices out of it. Yet being trapped between Samantha's legs anything you do seemingly sets Samantha's pussy off all you can do is sit there. Your face getting hosed down like white cotton shirts at a wet t-shirt competition.

The one saving grace from your situation, at least over how hot it is, is that each orgasm is weakening Samantha's grip on you. You've honestly lost track of how many orgasms Samantha's had by this point. Somewhere between the high teens or low twenties if you were forced to guess, a frankly frightening number. All you know is that you're more than ready for the main event.

You stand up and move to slide your shorts down, however, when you see how wet they've gotten from all of Samantha's juices, you simply pull them off and toss them into the pile for washing. Although you doubt they'll ever get clean enough to not have a lingering hint of Eau de Samantha to them. It'll be quite the trophy.

You take a moment to look at Samantha, her face well and truly stuck in the fuck drunk expression. You smile and decide you want to be a little closer to her, look her in the eyes as you fuck her. Partially for your own amusement, but also to keep a close eye on her. You were under orders to not stop, but you don't feel like losing your best customer by completely breaking her mind.

You climb onto the massage table, lifting Samantha's legs and hips to shuffle her further up the table. Once in a better position, you rest on your knees and drape them over your shoulders, practically a mating press, before lining yourself up and thrusting forward. Samantha squeals in delight as you fill her up.

You're not sure if it's the Nordic Oils effect on Samantha or possibly its effect on you, after all, you have handled it a lot by massaging it into Samantha. All you can tell is that being inside of Samantha at this moment feels way more intense than usual. Each thrust into the curvy beauty's sweet folds, sends shockwaves of pleasure resonating through your body.

You thrust yourself in and out of Samantha, her sweet moans and mewls of pleasure like music to your ears as you continue to pound away. You feel Samantha cumming on your cock, however, with how slick she is with her juices you're able to continue fucking her right through it.

You look up at Samantha's face and see her eyes glazed over as her mind is overwhelmed with pleasure. You feel an immense sense of pride seeing her fucked silly, while her body does everything it can to try and milk you. You feel the heat growing in your balls as your cum factories are working overtime to ensure you have a load to pump deep inside her.

"I can do better," you grunt, tightening whatever muscles you can and channelling any and all willpower you can muster to hold off your orgasm. Feeling a primal urge to edge yourself as long as you can, so you can completely flood Samantha's womb with your cum.

You want to leave Samantha so full of your cum, that she's still leaking it when she takes her next Basic pill. So you focus, shut out as much of the outside world as you can, and just keep thrusting, giving your body as much time as it can to brew more and more cum.

"Fuck," you grunt, feeling yourself slowly reaching what is promising to be an immense climax, despite all your effort to make this last. By now there's a palpable aching in your balls with how full they are.

You've been edging yourself for so long that Samantha can think clearly enough to speak again. The effects of the oil seemingly diminishing without a constant fresh supply being added, at least the effects you're aware of. The longer-lasting effects which are about to change things for both you and Samantha are very much in full swing.

"Oh fuck, cumming," you groan, feeling your swollen cock starting to throb and pulse, deep inside Samantha's pussy.

"Oh fuck, do it, fill me up with your cum," Samantha begs, her words turn to joyous laughter as she can feel the warmth spreading out deep inside her as cock erupts inside her. You cum flooding her womb. "Fuck I can feel it, oh it's so much cum," Samantha cries out in delight as she feels your cock still throbbing,

Your cock spurts eleven heavy ropes of cum deep inside of Samantha, all of which are swarming with your potent seed, just as you have many times before, albeit hardly as voluminously as this.

Almost as if your body knew something was different this time, like it somehow knew about the one word you overlooked about the Nordic Oil bottle all the times you looked it over. Fertility Blend.

Neither you nor Samantha remotely consider the possibility of pregnancy, why would either of you? Everyone knows you can't get pregnant on X-Change Basic, not without messing with some of the older X-Change techs like the New-U machines. Even then, it has the decency to tell you about it.

However while you cuddle up with Samantha and enjoy the glorious afterglow and one intense massage session. Two armies are working towards the same goal inside Samantha's body.

One a veritable swarm of Oestrogen boosters thinking it's repairing what is otherwise a fully functional reproductive system and stimulating it into action. While simultaneously short-circuiting the pregnancy preventative measure of the X-Change Basic pill still in Samantha's body. With both of these tasks accomplished, the second army has a target to aim for.

The second is the army of keen swimmers you've deposited deep inside Samantha, slowly making their way through Samantha's reproductive system. A few remaining oestrogen boosters practically guide your sperm to the freshly ovulated egg. One lucky swimmer, possibly more, hitting the mark. Setting in motion something that would change the way you look at life forever.

By the time you and Samantha have enough spare energy to move, you take turns showering and rehydrating. Claire has already gone home for the day by the time you step out with Samantha, who kisses you before leaving and promises to see you in two weeks. You close up the shop and call it a day, skipping the gym since you got enough of a workout from the sexathon session with Samantha.

The next day you're back in the massage parlour, waiting around for some clients to come in. Part of you wants to tell Claire everything about your session with Samantha, but fortunately, you think better of it. You can practically hear her mocking tone and the insults lined up before you even ask. Although you are curious if Claire's tried out the oil herself.

"Remember that weird sales guy we had in here a couple weeks ago?" you begin, trying to sound casual.

"Hard to forget someone like that," Claire laughs. "What has you thinking about that guy of all people?" she asks, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Just wondered about the oil, is all," you shrug. "Have you tried it out at all?" you ask, trying and failing to sound natural.

"No," Claire replies too quickly with a wry smile on her lips. "You?" she questions her eyes watching you intensely.

"Yeah, I tried some out on Samantha yesterday," you admit, knowing there's no sense in trying to lie now.

"Oh wow," Claire giggles. "How was it?" she coaxes with a grin that says she already knew.

"Yeah, I think it was ok," you offer weakly while trying to avoid looking Claire in the eye.

"Uh-huh," Claire replies with a knowing look. "That's funny, because you were both at it for a very long time," she states her smile widening. "So I think, maybe, it was a little better than just, ok?" fixing you with a hard look, daring you to try and argue otherwise.

"Ok, fine, it was fucking incredible," you groan, already seeing Claire looking like she's about to wind up into a long rant about being right, and how you should listen to her more.

Although strangely, despite this being one of her favourite perks of the job, Claire chooses not to torture you for the next few minutes about how right and great she is.

"So you heard from Samantha since?" Claire asks with a smirk.

"No, I don't even know if she has my number, she just comes in every two weeks," you state. "Besides, might feel a little weird calling and getting Sam instead of Samantha, especially after how soon it was," you add with a nervous smile.

"I guess that makes sense," Claire says a little non-commitedly, her eyes avoiding your gaze this time. "So, are you going to order more of that oil?" Claire quickly asks.

"Yeah, I think I will," you reply with a smile.

"Great," Claire says enthusiastically.

"I mean, it comes all the way from Europe, might take a long time to get more if Charlie sells out," you explain.

"Totally," Claire agrees, "Also if we have more, I won't feel so bad about using what I have since we'll have more," she explains with a smile that lacks her usual level of confidence.

If only you knew how much of her bottle your assistant has used in her own time, or anything about her other interests. Then you might have thought twice about ordering as much as you do.

"Great, well I'm going to call Charlie and see if I can order that Nordic Oil," you say with a laugh.

"Perfect, I'm going to go on my lunch break," Claire replies quickly dashing off out the back where she normally heads off to when she wants to call her friends and enjoy some privacy.

A small part of you wonders why Claire seems as enthusiastic as you are to get more of the Nordic Oil, but you are too excited to think about that now. Rummaging around the shelves under the counter until you find the small holographic card of your soon-to-be favourite Hawker.

"Hey, It's Henry you dropped by a couple weeks ago with some imported oil?" You begin as the call starts.

"Are you sure about that, I don't remember anything about oil," A female voice replies.

"Are you sure? I got your number from the card you left, this is Charlie right?" you question.

"It most certainly is, but I assure you, good sir, I have not the slightest recollection of selling any European Oil," Charlie lies.

"That's a shame because I was looking to buy more, maybe even as much as you have left," you offer, wondering if this might get a better reaction.

"Now, sir, you should have led with that now," Charlie says in a much friendlier tone. "Now did I hear that correctly, you want everything I have left?" Charlie confirms.

"Yes, I'd like as much of the Oil that I didn't mention was from Europe, that you don't recall selling me," You acknowledge.

"Excellent choice, Sir," Charlie replies cheerfully. "Now I believe I have about 40 or so bottles left, which due to the size of the order, I can practically give away to y'all for $1500, cash on delivery, how does that sound," Charlie offers in an optimistic tone.

"Perfect, I'll take it," checking the till totals to see if you'd have enough to cover it without dipping too much into your own funds.

"Now I assure you, Sir, this product will revolutionise your humble business, so it's hardly an expense more of an investment," Charlie says, still trying to sell to you despite you already agreeing.

"Charlie, you've already sold me," you laugh.

"I have, of course I have, because you're a smart man, Sir, I knew that when I first saw you," Charlie counters, throwing on unnecessary levels of charm.

"Amazing, how soon can you swing by and deliver it?" you enquire.

"Ah, well the thing is, sir, I'm a little tied up with some other matters of business, I'm sure an esteemed business owner such as yourself, understands these things," Charlie stalls.

"I get it, it'll be a while, just let me know how long," you interject before Charlie launches into another appeal to your character.

"Two weeks, I'm afraid," Charlie replies.

"Alright, I'll see you in two weeks then, all the best," you say as you end the call.

With the order placed you have a practical spring in your step, and you are eager to test out more of the oil. Annoyingly despite your excitement, the next two weeks are filled with people looking for normal massages, making for a fairly uneventful two weeks. Even Claire decides to take some time off to spend with her friends since things are that quiet.

Perhaps this is because fate, destiny or some other random force of the universe decides to drop one hell of an event on you on the last day of those two weeks when Samantha strides into the store with an uncharacteristic nervous look on her face. You also notice that she's wearing a bit more makeup than usual, which is strange since she usually only gives a very basic touch-up.

"Hey Henry," Samantha says with a nervous laugh. "Good to see you," she tugs some hair behind her ears.

"Hey Samantha, always a pleasure," you reply hoping your cheerful tone might soothe Samantha a little.

"I have something to tell you," Samantha begins with a nervous laugh. "Can we sit down, somewhere private?" she adds with a hopeful smile.

"Ah, it's ok, you can tell me anything," you reply cooly.

"I wouldn't be so sure about it," Samantha laughs.

"I'm rock solid, so fire away." you smile, trying to give the serene air of a zen monk.

"Alright, if you insist," Samantha grins. "I'm pregnant, Henry, and its yours," she concludes with a big smile.

The words hit you like a runaway freight train, smashing through whatever façade of bravado or calm you were trying to exude. Your mind goes into full panic as a veritable maelstrom of emotions starts to fly. Fear, Anxiety, seeming to lead the pack, dragging with it more than a few insecurities about this sudden responsibility that's been thrust upon you.

Although there is one part of you that is as rock solid as you claimed to be, the news that your seed somehow conquered Samantha's womb has your cock throbbing. A veritable tidal wave of lust pushes back against the negative emotions, leaving you more confused. Why the hell is this making me aroused?

Chapter 3 - Open to New Experiences

She's pregnant! Not only is she pregnant, but there's no one else's it could be other than yours. Samantha had an inkling something was off when her Basic didn't wear off within the usual day they were supposed to. She thought about telling you sooner, but she didn't want to worry you about it and waited. After two weeks she went to see a doctor who was able to confirm with a blood test.

You wrack your brain trying to think about how this could even happen. Samantha's taken X-Change Basic for years, so what was different this time? You desperately try to think and your mind can only come up with one difference. Her reaction to the oil had been unlike any other massage you'd given her. It's the obvious choice, the only choice for something different about the last massage.

Surely it can't be that, though could it? Nordic Oil was just some fancy berries, how could it interfere with something like X-Change, especially one as stable and reliable as the Basic? Then your mind suddenly unearths a crucial piece of the conversation you and Claire had with Charlie. Oestrogen Boosters, now there's something that sounds like it could definitely fuck with the complex biochemistry going on in a transformed body.

You try and consider a few alternative explanations. Maybe Samantha finally took you up on taking a different kind of pill, like you've teased each other about. However, Samantha's surprise, words, and demeanour with you don't fill you with the sense she was about to reveal this was a prank.

Perhaps the Basic Samantha took was from a bad batch or tampered with in some way. Although you write this theory off almost as soon as you contemplate it. Samantha always buys her X-Change Basic from one of their official pharmacies.

You also recall the rumours of what the X-Change Corporation did to staff who got caught messing with pills like this. Add in the various routines and protections Summer City's AI, Aphrodite has in place it wouldn't be something one of their pharmacists would even consider.

It couldn't even be an honest mistake at the production line where one of the alternative X-Change pills somehow ended up in a Basic package. One of the first things Samantha did when she didn't turn back was to get a test kit ordered. Yet the results came back as a Basic.

So it has to be the Nordic Oil, there's no alternative explanation. Satisfied with this answer at least, you can move on to the question you've been avoiding like the plague from the moment you heard those magic words from Samantha's lips.

Why does this excite you? Why is your cock already hard at the thought of it all? Why do you feel this way? Why do you want nothing more than to do it again?

While you consider this collection of questions about yourself, you realise Samantha has been talking all this time. Her voice is muffled and echoey, her words just discordant noise that can't break through to you. Until she places her hand on top of yours, bringing you back to your senses.

"Are you okay, Henry?" Samantha asks softly.

"Yeah," you stammer, "sorry, just a bit of a shock to hear,"

"Not half as shocked as I was," Samantha teases. "Just what do you feed those little fellas to get them to swim so good?" She jokes. "Knocking a girl up on a Basic, you should get some sort of virility award,"

"Biggest Jerk?" you offer with a sad smile.

"Oh we'll have none of that, now," Samantha chides, "However this happened, it's not a bad thing, you've got nothing to apologise for," she continues. "Well, except for not doing it sooner maybe," she laughs.

"You're really fine with this?" the disbelief in your tone clear.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I was terrified at first. I still am, about parts of it, but it's like you taught me all those years ago when I first came through these doors, exploring new things in life," Samantha smiles.

"Not quite what I had in mind back then," you laugh, "You really took those words to heart, didn't you?"

"Of course, the first new thing I tried led me to my first orgasms as a woman," Samantha giggles. "You led with a strong opening of trying new things, and I'm much happier for it than I ever was just trying to be successful,"

"So motherhood is just one of those new experiences?" You question.

"Sure," Samantha excitedly replies. "Summer City seems almost built for baby making in mind with all the services on offer and assistance on hand," she continues. "Honestly, getting pregnant isn't that big of a deal in Summer City, all things considered."

"No, kidding?"

"Daycares, nurseries if you can't or don't want to raise a child full-time, or even at all," Samantha lists off on her fingers. "Artificial wombs if you don't want to carry and deliver the baby, and it's all perfectly safe," Samantha continues. "Hell, there are even treatments to speed up the pregnancy!"

"So what do you want to do?" You enquire.

"I think I might try it the old-fashioned way," Samantha smiles, idly rubbing her still flat stomach. "Although I might change my mind depending on how bad some of the symptoms get," Samantha laughs.

"So is there anything I can do?" you offer

"No, I have more than enough money from my career-driven days," Samantha replies, a clear level of disdain for those days in her tone. "It's about time I had something worthwhile to use it on other than visiting you."

"So there's really nothing I can do to help?" you ask in surprise.

"Well I might need to come in for my massages more often since I'll be stuck in this body for a while," Samantha says in a husky tone. "Especially if these pregnancy hormones are as strong as I've read about."

"That I can do," you grin.

"I thought you might, in fact, perhaps we can go now?" Samantha asks, piercing you with a sultry gaze and a coquettish smile.

"It might take me a minute to get everything ready for the massage, business has been a little slow," you laugh nervously.

"Ah, so is that why there's no sign of Claire?" Samantha asks.

"Yeah, she has the day off," you reply, preparing to stand up before Samantha's hand reaches out and stops you.

"Perfect, because I think we can skip the massage, and try out a new experience I've been wanting to for a long time," Samantha coos, her hand sliding down your muscular chest and stopping on the large swollen bulge of your manhood.

"Oh, you mean right here?" you ask in surprise, glancing around and seeing a thankfully empty street outside.

In your mind, you're still trying to process everything. You also know you should worry about this, accident or not. Sure, Samantha's approach to it should lessen it, however, being honest with yourself, your excitement far outweighs any feelings of guilt for knocking her up.

The fact Samantha is pregnant, all thanks to the Nordic Oil, the same oil you now have a huge box of arriving any day now, gets your heart racing at the prospect of it happening again.

Perhaps if Samantha had come to you in tears, perhaps if she wasn't so sanguine about everything ahead of her, things might have gone differently. You might have been able to carry on as things were, the Nordic Oil would have been an expensive mistake, or perhaps something you could have offered with the risks disclosed.

But then again, Summer City has never been about taking the well-trodden road, it's always about discovering more about yourself, and who you could be with the right opportunity. Maybe even learning some uncomfortable details you'd rather not know about who you really could be.

So as Samantha reaches into your shorts, her soft hands wrapping around your thick, hard cock, you unknowingly take your first steps. Unwittingly sealing the fates of many including yourself, for several months.

The pleasure of looking down and seeing Samantha get down on her knees, smiling up at you as she strokes you, feeds and reinforces those illicit impulses of insemination and impregnation. Deepening dark desires of deception and depravity. Bolstering bold breeding urges.

You feel Samantha's hot breath on your cock, her soft lips pursing around your manhood, her tongue gliding around the underside. More pleasure floods into your mind, temporarily distracting you from the future and instead bringing you to the present. You can work out how to breed your next client later, right now there's a beautiful woman on her knees worshipping the cock that gave her the gift of motherhood.

You rest your hand on Samantha's head and smile, letting out encouraging groans of pleasure while gently caressing her head. The feeling of her mouth squeezing your swollen shaft while her tongue darts and glides around it is amazing.

Without a word you move your hand down from Samantha's head, taking a moment to caress her cheek and smile before it stops on her shoulder. You lightly push Samantha back, encouraging her to stop sucking you. You see her looking up in confusion, wondering if she's done something wrong.

"My turn," you state, lifting Samantha up and laying her down on the counter before you move your head between her large thighs. Playfully kissing your way down until you're soon face to face with Samantha's sweet sex. Anyone could walk in from the streets, with your back to the door and Samantha about to be too occupied to warn you.

They could stay and watch for all you care, all you know is that you want to worship at the altar of the first of what you hope to be many of your baby mammas. You might be about to embark on a journey where motherhood is thrust upon more than a few unsuspecting people, but you're going to make damn sure they'll love every second of it.

At first, you think the new experience Samantha wants to try is just sex in public, the exhibitionist rush of possibly being caught in the act. However, after enjoying a good long session of your tongue expertly spelunking her slippery slit, she pulls on your hair making you stop. Then says something that gives you a better idea of what she has in mind.

"Which chair is Claire's?" Samantha asks in a breathy tone, gesturing with her head to the two seats behind the front desk.

You point to the plastic low thrills swivelling stool on the left and Samantha grins as she shoves you back into it. You land with a heavy impact almost knocking the stool back but before you have any time to complain, Samantha mounts you.

Although you have other ideas, lifting Samantha off your lap and lying her on the countertop. You lower yourself and are met with the delightful sight of Samantha's glistening folds beneath her dress.

"No underwear," you smile

"Only had the one pair, only normally ever needed the one pair," Samantha husks. "So had to go without, turns out I like the feeling,"

"So many new experiences," you grunt. "Starting to sound like I did you a favour," you laugh

You dive between her large pliable thighs, swooping in and getting your first taste of pregnant pussy. The aroma of her womanhood hits you immediately and makes your head spin slightly. Your tongue darts and flicks around her clit one moment before you press deeper sucking and kissing her sweet labia the next.

Your tongue plunges into Samantha's depths, her sweet yet musky juices as delightful as you remember, with a slight hint of something else exotic. Could it be that tiny part of you now growing inside her? Surely you couldn't tell, not this early on? You have no idea if pregnant pussy tastes any different, perhaps you might be able to arrange some taste experiments to know for sure.

You continue to lick, suck and devour every inch of Samantha's wonderful sex. Samantha's sweet moans and groans of pleasure only spur you on to try and make her get even louder.

"Oh fuck, I forgot how good you are with your tongue," Samantha pants.

You settle in for the long haul, preparing your muscles to stay in this position while you worship at the altar of Samantha. Eager to please her like a goddess, only to have her screaming your name in praise. However, it seems that Samantha has other ideas, as you feel her arm pressing against your head, trying to push you away.

"Something wrong?" you ask, your breath slightly ragged from all the oral exertion.

"No, you were perfect, but right now I need you inside me," Samantha growls in a commanding tone, pushing you back to the stool and mounting you once more. Samantha effortlessly impaling herself on your thick cock thanks to how well you got her warmed up with your tongue.

"Getting this more often is going to make being pregnant so fucking worth it," Samantha hisses. "Now shut up and make me squirt so hard, Claire will smell me each time she sits down," she commands.

You're a little nervous about what will happen to you if you soil Claire's stool enough that she can tell, but too horny to stop. You take a firm grip on Samantha's wide hips and help her bounce up and down on your cock. Samantha's humongous tits bouncing and jiggling with each movement are almost hypnotic.

"Oh fuck, right there," Samantha hisses her back arching, while you thrust upwards to meet the down strokes of her bouncing until finally she cries out.

Samantha starts squirting all over your cock and thoroughly soaking you, the stool and the floor beneath you. You know due to some wear and tear Samantha's fluids were likely being absorbed into the cushion of the stool and with your combined weight anything not absorbed already will be drawn in like a sponge when you get off.

So it seems like Samantha will get her wicked wish leaving you to deal with the fallout. Although given what she's got to deal with due to the mess you made inside of her, you've gotten the easier end of the stick.

"Oh fuck, that was amazing, what other furniture can we soil?" Samantha pants her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.

You end up bouncing from room to room, carrying Samantha the whole way, your cock buried inside of her as you stumble to the next place to sully. The staff bathroom gets soaked, and the breakroom table where you sometimes eat lunch ends up looking a little unstable.

Even the employee lockers where you and Claire keep your effects and clothes you don't want to be covered in oil end up sporting a few new dents, including one suspiciously looking ass indentation, thankfully on your locker. The only room that goes untainted by sex session is Claire's massage room and only because she locked the door and kept the key on her. But every other room will be reeking of sex, sweat, and Samantha's juices for a while.

Somehow you end up back in the reception area, sweaty and feeling the burn in your muscles from lifting and carrying Samantha around while pounding away at her sweet sex. You end up letting her down to the floor, before turning her to face the slim door, the window covered in various adverts stuck for local shops that you never bothered to remove.

However, enough of the window is clear that anyone walking past would see Samantha's massive mammaries pressing into the glass and her face wracked with pleasure as you roughly take her from behind.

"Fuck yes, ravage me," Samantha growls, her voice likely audible halfway down the street, not that either of you care.

You feel a sense of raw animalistic energy doing something so depraved in an almost clear view of the street. That sweet heat and pressure rising in your core as you know you're nearing your limits.

"Oh fuck," you growl, "hope you can't get pregnant twice because there's no way I'm pulling out,"

"Good, I wouldn't care if you could make me have triplets, I want to feel it inside me," Samantha howls in delight.

Her words and the accompanying mental image of you somehow knocking her up again are more than enough to tip you over the edge. With a primal growl, you force yourself as much as you can into Samantha's body.

You hear the glass in the door groan and there's a small crack, but thankfully it holds as your balls contract and your cock throbs and erupts. Both you and Samantha howl in pure ecstasy as you cum together.

The pair of you are panting and shaking from exertion when you're both finally spent. The both of you collapsing in a heap by the door, your naked forms thankfully obscured by two rival pizzerias that seem to be waging some advertising war for who can replace the most letters with z's.

You are unsure how long you lie there, but you do resort to cracking open a Bubba Zipple, taking two Green Gush bottles. You silently pray they aren't one of the rarer flavours, given how much shit you'll be getting from Claire already. Even if this drink magically gives you the equivalent of a full night's sleep, you have no hope of removing all traces of what you and Samantha did here today.

"Here, enough caffeine to give a Buddhist monk an anxiety attack," you joke as you hand the chilled bottle to Samantha before you slump down the wall and sit next to her.

"Stealing from Claire's reserve, is that wise?" Samantha probes, taking a sip from the bottle and resting her head on your shoulder.

"Oh, so now you're concerned about Claire's things, after what we did to her poor stool," you laugh heartily. "Poor stool, my ass sweat and your juices... it never signed up for that," which earns you a giggle from Samantha.

"To fallen furniture," Samantha condoles, pouring out a small amount of the drink on the floor.

"And to the floor too now, I guess," you tease, eying the green splash.

"Oh like you didn't have to mop it clean with everything we got on it today," Samantha quips.

"Touche," you acknowledge.

"But seriously, will Claire go full GI Jane with a realistic kung fu grip on you for these?" Samantha asks nervously.

"I'm 70% sure it's not one of the rare ones, so worst case I'm out the cost of a couple of replacements, maybe a little extra for emotional damages and inconvenience," you answer with a smile. "I'm more worried about the almost perfect ass mark we made on my locker,"

"I warned you not to be so rough," Samantha teases.

"You then also said, and I quote 'Don't you dare fucking stop'" you respond.

"Thank you for not listening to me then, the first time at least," Samantha smiles, turning and kissing you on the cheek.

"So I don't suppose I can convince you to stay and help me make a token effort to clean up as a reward?" you enquire optimistically.

"Nah, I'm feeling a bit too pregnant for that," Samantha teases.

"I have a feeling that's going to be a go-to excuse for a while," you sigh.

"Can you blame me, it's basically my get-out-of-jail-free card, for you at least," Samantha giggles. "Now help me find my clothes, I need to get back and sleep so I can finalise my maternity stuff tomorrow,"

"Sleep sounds good, can I come?" you plead hauling yourself upwards and grabbing Samantha's discarded dress down from the overhead fan.

"Sorry, but I do actually need to sleep, and if you come back with me, I somehow doubt we'd get much of that," Samantha apologises insincerely.

"Boo, you were more fun when you were asking me to taint my employee's stool," you complain.

"Don't you have a business to half-heartedly clean?" Samantha giggles as she pulls the dress over her head and makes a half-assed attempt to tame her hair into a style that looks less walk of shame-like before giving up.

"So when will I get to see you again," you ask with a big smile.

"When I'm feeling horny and in need of relief, so probably quite soon," Samantha replies with a smile, leaning in and kissing you on the lips. "But until then, if you miss me, just breathe in through your nose," she concludes, wafting the air around her emphasis.

You smile and enjoy the sight of watching Samantha, your first baby mamma walking away, her large ass jiggling hypnotically with each step.

You do your best to try and clean up the sexy mess, you open up all the windows and prop the front and back doors open, in the hopes the fresh air might drag the pungent aroma of sex out of the massage parlour. You mop all the floors and wipe down the surfaces with the strongest cleaning products you have. The end result is the place looks like someone hastily tried to cover up the scene of an orgy but is fooling no one. Just in time to get your first visitor.

"Holy smokes, what the hell happened in here, sir?" Charlie asks as she drags a familiar-looking large box into your store. "Looks like hell and smells like a brothel,"

"Had an essential oils spill crisis," you offer weakly, the saleswoman raising a single eyebrow in response. "It was a real mess, even had Greenpeace up in here giving me grief about it, it was a whole thing," you continue waving a hand dismissively.

"I never knew the life of a massage therapist could be so wild," Charlie responds, shaking her head as she surveys the area. "Do you have the funds we agreed on?"

"Sure, do," you reply, trying to casually walk over and open the register only to notice it's also looking a little worse for wear after taking a tumble to the floor. "Just needs a specialist touch," you smile, balling your hand into a fist and smashing it down on the top of the till, causing the cash drawer to fly open.

You quickly take the larger bills and count them out for Charlie, who happily takes them before passing you a clipboard for you to sign for the delivery. You see the goods do have fertility blend in the name, and given Charlie's reluctance to acknowledge they had them, you wonder if she might know more about the product now that it's officially your problem.

"I heard the wildest thing the other day, about someone on a Basic getting pregnant," you begin, signing your name on the dotted line.

"Yeah, there's been a bit of that happening recently, or so I've been told," Charlie laughs nervously. "You know, I think I might have heard it from the guy from that country with the saunas"

"You don't think," you ask, gesturing towards the oil. "There's no way there could be a link, right?"

"Oh, sir, I very much doubt that," Charlie denies, "we wouldn't be able to sell a product like that, and could you imagine the trouble we might get in if it got imported with the wrong paperwork?" she continues laughing.

"It would make what happened here look like a picnic, I imagine," you acknowledge. "But just to be sure, is there anything I should be aware of about using this product,"

"No, sir, Nordic Oil just works like any of your other massage oils, it's just exotic berries, is all," Charlie nervously replies, her face having a sheen to it from all the flop sweat.

"Of course, but for my customer's well-being, is there maybe something I should avoid doing with it?" you urge.

"Well, sir, now that you mention it, there might be some guidelines of what not to do," Charlie smiles. "So firstly, when applying the oil to a person, you should under no circumstance try to or let them achieve orgasm, or it might overexcited some of the ingredients,"

"Of course, we wouldn't want that now, but for my customer's sake, why should I be avoiding that at all costs," you pressure.

"Well, sir, there have been a few documented cases, very rarer and practically a million to one chance, that each orgasm causes an increase in fertility when applied to a body which could get pregnant," Charlie admits, swallowing nervously her voice raising in pitch.

"Unbelievable, good thing any customer I have on X-Change Basic would be safe," you say in a tone of mock relief.

"Well, sir," Charlie begins her voice cracking and raising several octaves. "Now this is even less likely than the other stuff, we're talking billions to one here, but there have been cases where women on a fine product like X-Change Basic, are able to get pregnant,"

"Well it's a good thing I run a reputable massage parlour," you smile.

"Except for the essential oil spills," Charlie retorts.

"Yes, those pesky essential oils," you mutter weakly.

"Say, sir, might I be able to get my card back, I've lost my box of them and I'm down to my last few," Charlie asks hopefully.

"No problem, just maybe give it a wash before handing it out again," you reply with a laugh as you offer the card.

"On second thoughts, sir, keep it. I need to get some new ones made, so you hold onto it for now, but if you don't need me in about two weeks just get rid of it and I'll give you a new one when I'm next in the area," Charlie says, stepping back, glancing down at you and the box of Nordic Oil and then turns and runs out of the door.

You glance down at the huge box of Nordic Oil, the air still thick with the smell of your sexual escapades with Samantha. "Oh I think we're going to have a lot of fun with all of you," you chuckle maniacally.

Chapter 4 - Partners in Crime

The next day, you're feeling tired, everything you did with Samantha, on top of trying to clean up after that, is only part of the problem. The intense sex dreams you were having disrupted the sleep you were able to get. Although with the big news from Samantha awakening a new side of you and a huge box of Nordic Oil to help enable this new drive, it shouldn't be that surprising.

You just hope you can keep your cool in front of Claire today, and the first part of doing that is not looking dead tired. With a sluggish start to your day, you decide to add a few extra steps to your morning routine to try and coax a bit of life into the walking dead seemingly piloting your body. A long hot shower is needed to try and revitalize yourself, followed by coffee, breakfast, and then some more coffee. The trick seems to work as you feel quite revitalized, you even feel a sense of confidence that Claire would be none the wiser.

Right up until you put the key out to unlock the massage parlour, only to find the door unlocked opening to reveal Claire smirking at you from behind the counter.

"Late night?" Claire asks with a look of amusement on her face.

"Yeah," you grumble gruffly, stepping into your store and trying to shield your tired eyes from the lights.

"What's the matter, Old man?" Claire teases. "Feeling a little worse for wear?"

You grumble in response as you slowly make your way back to change into your massage attire, hoping you can maybe play this off as a bad hangover. Although Claire doesn't give you the moments peace you were hoping for to compose yourself to better sell the act.

"So what did you get up to?" Claire asks with a knowing smile of someone who already knows just what you did and was eager to tease you mercilessly about it.

"Just cut loose, you know how it is," you offer weakly as you approach your lockers, which still sport an ass shaped indentation, despite your best effort last night to try and pop the metal back into shape.

"Must have been a wild night, for you to forget to lock up," Claire responds, her eyebrows raised as she waits to see how long you'll continue this act for. "Unless your memory is on its way out, Old man, they do say it's the first thing to go in old age."

"My memory is fine, I was just a little distracted yesterday," you reply, getting changed and trying to pretend you couldn't feel your assistant's gaze burning a hole in the side of your head.

"You sure about that?" Claire laughs. "Because I think there's a few things you're failing to recall at this moment."

"I just got a little drunk, that's all," you lie, trying to avoid Claire's gaze as you squeeze past her and go take your seat behind the desk. There's an audible squelch as you sit down, accompanied by a familiar fragrance from the day before and a damp feeling on your ass.

"I took the liberty of swapping our stools by the way," Claire explains as she glides past you and sits down on her stool feeling nothing out of the ordinary.

"So something else might have occurred yesterday," you admit in a low tone. "I gather you might already know or have an inkling?"

"What do you think, 'Mr. Ass Pressed Locker'?"

"Ah, so you noticed that," you sigh, mentally preparing for what promises to be a somewhat torturous start to the day, albeit one you knew was coming.

"Honestly, it's the best thing out of it all, practically a work of art, if we ever leave here I'm taking it and making it an art piece," Claire laughs.

"Alright, let's get them out the way now," you chuckle.

"Do you have any idea how many candles I've had burning to try and get rid of the smell?" Claire asks with a smile. "And you come in pretending it was just drinks and that you didn't leave the shop smelling of pussy, sweat, and cum," Claire continues. "Do you think so little of me," she concludes in mock offence.

"No, I was just being hopeful," you give a weak smile. "Sorry about the stool, wasn't my idea,"

"Oh I know, I'll bring that up when Samantha's next in," Claire laughs.

"How did you know it was Samantha?" you ask in surprise.

"We've known each other a while now, haven't we, Old man?" Claire asks rhetorically. "So I know you don't really go out, find a strange woman, and bring her back to fuck all over the shop,"

"It could happen," you reason weakly.

"So that leaves a customer," completely ignoring you, "now most of yours come in, get their rocks off and then leave," Claire deduces. "So got to be a regular, one fond of you, and one you're definitely fond enough of to go room by room to ensure nowhere goes untainted,"

"I have quite a few regulars," you counter.

"True, you're good at what you do and as much as it pains me to admit, you look good and take very good care of yourself," Claire acknowledges, her words coming dangerously close to a heartfelt compliment. "Only one makes you smile the moment they walk in, though."

"Samantha," you admit with a smile, "my first regular."

"Add in the last time she was in, you had a very memorable session thanks to the Nordic Oil, and well, it sort of writes itself," Claire concludes with a bow.

"Alright, so we got a little carried away," you say with a smile.

"Celebrating something, were we?" Claire enquires, her soft lips curl into a wry smile.

"Just each other's bodies," you lie, not quite ready to unpack Samantha's pregnancy and what you now know about Nordic Oil.

Claire's eyes watch you for a moment, and for that moment, you start to fear that somehow, she knows everything. You sit there waiting to be called out, and have the truth pulled out of you over the next hour or so. However, Claire just nods, seemingly accepting your story.

"Well, in any case, I'm honestly impressed," Claire says, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder.

"You are?" you ask uncertainly.

"Yeah, honestly, our job is great for scratching that carnal itch, but sometimes you need more," Claire explains with a giggle. "Seeing that you do have it in you to go wild and do something like this, it makes me feel like there's hope for me when I'm as old."

"Alright, so what do you do that's wild to make you feel alive?" you ask, hoping to make Claire feel awkward having her sex life on display. A foolish endeavour given Claire's a Summer City native and grew up with all the freedoms that entailed.

"Well, there's the sex clubs, orgies, and who doesn't love a good gloryhole?" Claire replies with a smile. "Just the thrill of hooking up with someone who doesn't know your name," Claire continues. "Plenty more than those, too, but I don't want to scare you off by revealing just how wild I can get, Old Man."

"Seriously?" you ask in disbelief, trying to imagine your short red haired assistant in the middle of an orgy, or her pale skin caked in cum after a long session serving at a gloryhole.

"The stories I could tell you... the things I could show you," Claire whispers seductively into your ear, "Maybe one day you'll see that side of me, if we can get you nice and adventurous enough to keep up," she continues with a giggle. "Fucking Samantha all over the place is a good start, Henry."

Hearing Claire whisper your name seductively like this, instead of Old man, has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and a shiver running down your spine. You feel your heart racing as your eyes meet Claire's bright emerald eyes for a moment, and all you can sense is a hunger and lust in them that almost threatens to swallow you whole.

Just as you start to fear that things between you and Claire will shift into something far more dangerous yet pleasurable, the door swings open, the small doorbell ringing pulling you back to the present. "Ah well, perhaps another time, Henry," Claire husks softly with a sexy giggle that makes your mouth go dry.

Having a customer to focus on is a welcome break to you with how tense things were getting with Claire for a moment. You've known for a while that Claire's entire 'Old man' routine is just an act to tease and rile you up into trying to do something about it. Her indirect way of teasing and flirting with you.

You start to wonder if turning down the initial offer she made to just fuck on her first week working here might have been a mistake. She said it would be to get any tension clear, so you knew where you were with each other.

You assumed it was a trap or she was teasing you, but what if it had been an earnest offer from someone more open? What if by turning her down, you suddenly made it a challenge to her?

Part of you starts to wonder if Claire might have some long game to try and seduce you just to prove she could. But then the more rational side of your mind pushes these thoughts to the back of your mind for a bit to stop you from overthinking the matter further.

Claire isn't some seductive siren looking to dash you against the rocks just for her own amusement. She's just more adventurous with her sex life than you are, which shouldn't come as any surprise since she grew up in Summer City. There might be something between you, but surely you can discuss it like reasonable adults and not resort to tearing each other's clothes off and going at it like animals in the shop.

With your thoughts now more centred, you focus more on the customer whose back has been taking the brunt of your worries. You didn't even apply much oil to her skin before working it like a boxer training to fight on a rack of meat. You glance over and see the collection of oils, and your eyes are drawn to one bottle in particular.

The one with a woman reclining on a wooden bench surrounded by steam, her skin glowing with an angelic quality to it. You feel your cock stiffening at the thought of using it and reliving what you shared with Samantha, twitching at the thought of possibly reliving the other aspect of it too. Looking down at the customer, you picture how they might look with their body swelling up from your seed.

"So I have this new oil that's great for skin," you offer casually. "Self-warming and makes the skin glow," you continue. "Want to give it a try?"

"Oh, sure, it won't cost any extra, will it?" The customer asks, her face still resting on a towel, unaware of your throbbing erection or its cause.

"All part of the full body special package," you assure with a smile, "although I do have to ask, because it can react, are you on X-Change?"

"Guilty, I hope that's not a problem," the customer giggles, wiggling her shapely ass at you.

"None at all," you reassure with a soft laugh. "Although I do have to check what variant, given what the full body special entails,"

"Just a Basic, why?" The customer replies, their tone sounding a little suspicious.

"The oil can make things kind of intense, so I wanted to be sure you're not on a Breeder and get you all worked up until you beg me to knock you up," you laugh nervously.

"Right," The customer acknowledges, her tone even less sure about you. "Maybe we should just play it safe and stick to some normal oil then."

"Sure," you reply, trying to conceal your disappointment and kicking yourself for coming on way too strong.

You finish up the massage and happy ending, and while you and the client both cum, the whole thing feels somewhat tainted. You also suspect you might have scared off that last client by even mentioning pregnancy. Alright, next client you'll play things more cool, maybe surprise them with how enjoyable the Nordic Oil will be.

Thankfully, today seems to be a busy day, so you have a few more times to try and sell one of your clients on letting you use Nordic Oil. Unfortunately, you just can't quite seem to stick the landing with any of them. The second massage of the day, you play it too casual and downplay the Oil too much, so the client doesn't want it. The third of the day isn't even looking for a full body special, but does want to try the Oil.

The fourth massage seems promising until you're thrusting away from behind ready to pump your cum deep inside them. Unfortunately moments before you cum, the client begs you to cum inside, stating it was fine they're on the pill. Normally you love hearing a woman begging you to fill them with your cum, but somehow knowing your swimmers don't have a chance removes the excitement of it all.

Somehow not being able to know you were potentially breeding your clients, seems to reduce the amount of enjoyment you get from fucking them. A few days ago, you'd be loving life, having so many clients back to back, yet everything about the day feels muted and unfulfilling, like unseasoned food, or 'The Office' without Steve Carell.

Over the next few days, things between you and Claire seem to fall back into the usual routine of her consistently teasing and needling you about being older. Which thankfully gives you time to focus on perfecting your technique of convincing some of your customers to let you try the Nordic Oil on them. Which turns out to not be that difficult, you just have to cut back on all the questions about them.

The first few times you do enjoy a rush of excitement, similar to when you were fucking Samantha, especially when you give them that final thrust, emptying your balls into them. Wondering if your sperm might hit the mark and make the X-Change Basic last a hell of a lot longer than 24 hours.

Although each time you get to enjoy this dizzying new high when you fill a client you've massaged with the Nordic Oil, you find the feeling is less intense each time. A creeping sense of doubt in your mind about whether the client is on X-Change and if you were really breeding them at all. The doubt grows stronger each time until you feel empty.

At this point, with the right person to talk things out with, you might have been able to turn back. Return to how things were before you discovered the effects of the Nordic Oil, or the rush of potentially breeding someone without their knowledge.

The right person might have talked you around to enjoying giving your erotic massages. Someone else might have offered an alternative for you to scratch that breeding urge, something slightly less ethically challenged.

However, you didn't have the right person to talk to. In fact, of all the people you could have spoken to about your current issues that would lead you back to the happy life you once knew, you couldn't have found someone more wrong.

"Hey old man, are you awake in there?" Claire teases, waving her hand frantically in front of your face. "Or is this one of those elderly issues, like a stroke or something?"

"No, nothing like that," you snap, your patience for your assistant's normal conversational barbs seemingly in shorter supply.

"Moody today, aren't we?" Claire replies.

"Just distracted, is all," you sigh, rubbing your temple to try and ease your mood a little.

"Might I enquire, to what or whom is responsible for the stick up your arse, Old man?" Claire jokes in what she calls her British accent, she uses to sarcastically do manners.

"I'd really rather not get into it," knowing full well Claire wouldn't let this lie, but still optimistic she might leave it.

"Too bad, you're getting moodier and moodier as the week goes on, so we're fixing this now!" Claire demands, her tone catching you off guard and snapping you out of this pity party you've been indulging in.

"Fine, but it's a little weird," you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck and avoiding Claire's gaze "Where do I even begin?"

Claire gets up from her stool while you think, walking over and turning the sign to 'closed' and locking the front door, before fetching a bottle and two glasses from her massage room. "There we go, no distraction and some social lubricant," Claire states as she pouts two glasses of whisky.

You glance up at the clock and still see it's fairly early in the afternoon, which makes you feel uncomfortable about drinking. However, there was no way you could see yourself having this conversation sober, so with some reluctance, you take the glass and down it in one go. Claire quickly refills the glass once it's back down on the counter.

You go to open your mouth and start explaining things, but then you hesitate and down another glass of whisky. You feel a little guilty about this, since while you're not a big Whisky drinker, you know the labels well enough that the stuff Claire's giving you isn't the cheap swill you're treating it like.

"Alright, so it all started after I used that Nordic Oil stuff on Samantha the first time," you begin with a heavy sigh. "The session felt really intense for both of us, easily in my top five of any sex I've ever had,"

"Not number one?" Claire asks with a smile.

"No, that is just ahead, but then it was with twins, and they were all over each other as well as me, so pretty hard to top that," you admit with a soft laugh, your mind wondering if those girls were still partying together.

"Oh shit, like all over each other with kissing or touching or more?" Claire asks enthusiastically.

"Much more," you reply with a chuckle. "They claimed because they looked so similar that it was more just elaborate masturbation, but I've not met a woman that could sit on her own face, although I did hook up with a gymnast that could eat her own pussy,"

"I'm going to need to hear all of these stories, but we'll save them for another time," Claire replies reluctantly.

"Right, where was I?" you begin thinking back, while your mind tries to distract you with memories of the twins and your contortionist conquest. "So the first time I used that oil with Samantha, it was mind-blowing, didn't think much of it, just chalked it up to one of those encounters where everything clicks and it's much better than normal,"

"But then something happened, didn't it?" Claire asks, her face betraying just a hint of the smile that would let you know she knows far more than she's letting on about your current mood.

"Yeah, Samantha came back two weeks later, somehow, despite being on X-Change Basic, I'd managed to knock her up," you admit.

"Oh wow," Claire gasps, clasping her hands to her face to hide a huge grin. "So that's why you fucked everywhere in here, you were celebrating!"

"I don't quite think we were celebrating," you reply, uncertainly draining your third glass and enjoying the warmth as the drink slides down your throat.

"Henry, what you and Samantha did here yesterday, I think we can safely call a victory lap," Claire smugly replies, "Safe to say you didn't hate hearing the news you'd knocked her up either," Claire purrs

"Yeah, I think you might be right," you admit with a smile. "It's I dunno, special hearing there's a part of you growing inside someone, primal."

"Oh I can imagine," Claire giggles, closing her eyes for a moment, almost as if reminiscing before her face softens in a neutral look "So how did you go from fucking Samantha every which way you could, to moping around the place?" Claire probes.

"So you know that Nordic Oil stuff?" you explain with a smile.

"Yeah, what about it?" Claire evades, you suspect already knowing much more than you on the subject.

"Turns out it's the reason Samantha was able to get pregnant, something in it messes with how Basic pills work," you explain, uncertain of the specifics. "So then I started to think, maybe I could recreate that intense experience, maybe somehow mine and Samantha's bodies knew we could breed,"

"Wait, so you've been using Nordic Oil on more of your customers after telling them this?" Samantha asks, feigning shock.

"Sort of," you nervously laugh. "Might not have mentioned the fertility side effects of the oil."

"Oh, Henry, you bad, bad boy," Claire giggles in delight. "That's so fucked up!"

"I know, I know," you sigh, feeling a pang of guilt for your actions that's days overdue.

"Does the thought of secretly knocking up women get you that excited?" Claire enthusiastically asks, leaning forward, unable to hold back her own excitement.

"Yes," you admit. "I know it's wrong, but it just gets me so excited, plus there's so much social support available, is it that bad?" you try to justify, completely oblivious to the fact that rather than disgust, Claire is practically intoxicated with joy at your revelation.

You bury your head in your hands, wanting the world to swallow you up, to escape from this moment. In your head, you're so certain Claire would be horrified by your admission that you don't absorb her words and reactions. You wonder if she'll hit you, report you to the police, or just leave.

Instead, she looks down at you with a sense of pride, seeing in you a wonderful kindred spirit and also a lot of wonderful, fruitful possibilities.

"It's ok, Henry, I get it," Claire soothes, placing her hand on your shoulder and massaging it gently.

"You do?" you reply with uncertainty, half expecting this to be where she hits you with what you think you deserve.

"Absolutely," Claire coos softly into your ear. "Because I get that feeling too, with some of my other fun activities," she teases.

"Wait, so you enjoy taking risks?" you ask nervously, the dread and anxiety that were dominating your mind now fading and being replaced by intrigue and excitement.

"Sure, just not with my body," Claire giggles seductively, her words and their delivery making your cock throb.

"How?" you stammer, hope creeping into your voice.

"Well, I've picked up a few women at a bar who had been spiked with a Breeder pill, who mistakenly thought they had nothing to fear from going home with a woman," Claire giggles as she places a hand on your leg, slowly moving up towards your rapidly swelling cock.

"Then what happens?" you ask, swallowing hard as your breath picks up from Claire's touch.

"I ply them with kisses and touches, make them feel like an absolute queen..." Claire coos, her hands roaming over your crotch and squeezing your manhood. "Until one little pill later, and I've got everything I need to prove they were wrong to think it was safe to come home with me, and give them a little prince or princess to remember me by."

"Fuck that's so hot," you groan, Claire's hands stroking you through your shorts.

"You like that, do you, Henry?" Claire husks into your ears while giving your shaft a strong squeeze. "Because there are a few women like me, and we've even started a club, I guess you could call it."

Claire stops caressing your cock for a moment to pull down her shorts slightly, to reveal a tattoo of a bird standing beside a nest with four eggs. Two of the eggs have a pink dot in the middle with a few tiny black lines coming off it.

"So that here is a Cuckoo bird," Claire explains, "A bird famous for making other birds raise its young for them, which is why the club name is The Cuckoos, because we're all about making other people raise our babies."

"Fuck," you mutter swallowing hard.

"Each egg represents ten girls we've gotten pregnant," Claire continues, tracing an egg with a finger, "and if the egg has this pink symbol on it, it represents ten pregnancies I'm directly responsible for."

"So you've knocked up at least twenty girls personally?" you ask in awe.

"I'm close to thirty actually, can't wait till I get this updated," Claire giggles.

"So the rest are like what, girls you assisted with getting knocked up?" you enquire after thinking about things for a moment.

"So those are mostly where one Cuckoo member might help another secure the chance to breed someone, or perhaps it was an orgy and someone else's swimmers beat mine to it," Claire replies. "Although there was one party where I slipped a couple of Breeder pills into some drinks and then got six guys to pick a cup, which is how we came up with roulette parties."

"What's a roulette party?" you ask, Claire pulls up her shorts and moves her hand back down to your lap.

"We get some guys to play and a whole bunch of X-Change pills. Most are Basic, but a few lucky or—unlucky players—might get one of the more special ones," Claire explains, biting her bottom lip in excitement. "The players take the pill in a dark room so they have no idea what sort they took, only the host knows who's on what."

"Oh fuck that's wild," you admit.

Claire flashes you a smile before walking behind you reaching around your body her hand snakes down the front of your shorts, her warm soft hands start caressing your cock directly.

"Then the girls, some Cuckoos happy to play along, take a Blue or Purple pill and pick a player to fuck," Claire sultrily whispers into your ear. Her green eyes look up and to the left as she recalls something vividly, as her fingers wrap around your solid shaft and begin to stroke.

"Shit," you moan, Claire's hand vigorously begins to pump up and down your manhood expertly.

"The last one I went to, I took an X-Change Purple." Claire whispers seductively.

"Purple?" you ask, swallowing hard as you already knew what they did.

"Me, but with a little bit more," Claire coos into your ear. "Well, nothing little about it. Maybe you'll find out one of these days," she teases.

"We don't have to do that," you offer weakly, completely at Claire's mercy as she teases her thumb beneath the swollen head of your cock. Your precum lubricates the digit perfectly to allow her to relentlessly tease the crown of your manhood.

"You're certain about that, Henry?" Claire chuckles in a manner that sends a shiver of fear and excitement down your spine.

"So how did the last party go?" you groan, desperate to move the conversation along before Claire develops her Purple plans for you any further.

"So there I was, pounding the hell out of this tiny Asian girl, twisting and teasing her nipples, rubbing her clit, pulling out every move to make her squirt," Claire regales you. "Nothing is working, at first I start to think this bitch is being rude, trying to cling to some remnants of her fragile masculinity," she laughs evilly.

"Oh fuck," you groan realising why the Asian girl was so resistant to cumming.

"That's right, poor bitch was on a Breeder," Claire smiles. "So the only way she would get to enjoy the joys of a female orgasm--and a Breeder one at that-was for me to generously donate my thick, potent loads deep inside her."

"Loads, as in multiple?" you ask, swallowing hard at the implication of it all.

"Well yeah, it would be a waste for me not to," Claire goves a throaty chuckle, pumping your cock hard and fast now, your balls starting to churn. "When you get the player on Breeder, you've got to give it your all." Claire laughs. "For them and for me"

"Lucky them," you laugh, feeling your cock starting to thicken further as Claire's hand and story have you getting close to the edge.

"A girl's gotta do what she can, just in case they think to get the nanobots protection injection the next day," Claire callously explains. "73% effectiveness up to 12 hours after insemination is damn good odds for a Breeder pill," she continues, her grip on your cock alternating between hard, slow, and quick strokes. "But that's only if they get inseminated once, so if I can go multiple times and fill her with my thick creamy gift? Maybe the odds shift in my favour."

You take a moment to absorb your assistant's story, your cock throbs as you near that point of no return. "And did it?" you pant heavily.

"It sure did," Claire purrs, her words sending you over the edge and you cum in her hand, while she laughs in delight.

"Fuck that was intense," you grunt, breath still heavy from cumming so hard.

"Top five?" Claire asks teasingly.

"Not quite top five, maybe top twenty," you reply with a smile.

"Top twenty? Just who or what am I competing with?"

"I might not have had as many wild hookups as you, but I have a wild variety of hot situations," you chuckle. "Being tied to a bed and ravaged by two lesbians using my girl body to judge which of them was the best at eating pussy, is just one example," you offer with a big grin.

"Henry, you are just full of surprises." Claire giggles, "We'll work on getting you even wilder, don't you worry about that."

"Easily the best hand job I've ever had, if that helps," you offer with a smile.

"It does," Claire smiles, holding out her cum coated hand and playfully licking up your load. "Not bad," she smiles. "Mine on Purple tastes better though," your cock twitches at the implications of that comment.

"So what now?" you ask.

"Eager for more already?" Claire grins.

"No... well yes, but not what I meant," you answer. "I meant more, what do we do with all the Nordic Oil?"

"Use it, obviously," Claire laughs.

"All of it?" you ask in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's just two bottles, should be more than enough to have a lot of fun with," Claire smiles evilly.

"No, we have way more than that," you reply, getting to your feet and opening the cleaning cupboard, greeting you with a faint waft of Eau de Samantha from the mop, and present Claire with the sight of the large box of Nordic Oil.

You turn to look back at Claire and find her jumping at you, your arms instinctively catching her by her delectable ass as her lips seek yours. The redhead's tongue eagerly and playfully runs along your lips until you get the hint and part them to give Claire's tongue access to your mouth. Once the initial shock wears off, you eagerly return your assistant's kiss, feeling blood pumping back down into your cock as your tongues mingle and glide together.

You find yourself carrying Claire into your massage room, where you catch the sweet berry fragrance of Claire's shampoo. You gently lower your feisty assistant onto the massage table, your hands still cupping her soft ass. The pair of you break the kiss, breathing heavily and looking into each other's eyes.

"Fuck are we really about to do this?" you pant, hands still squeezing Claire's ass despite the hesitation your question implies.

"If you want to," Claire gasps, her freckled face a sight of pure wanton lust that makes your heart race. "I know I damn well do."

"Won't this make things weird?" you ask, leaning in and kissing Claire on the neck, her delicate perfume makes your head spin slightly.

"No weirder than us working together to find some boys turned to girls to knock up," Claire seductively whispers into your ear, then playfully nibbles on your earlobe.

"Is that the plan for the Nordic Oil?" you pant, Claire leaning back and pulling her top over her head, revealing her perky C-cup boobs for your enjoyment.

"I might take some for Cuckoo games, it would make the next roulette party a lot more wild if all the male players are at risk," Claire cackles with a malevolent grin on her otherwise angelic face.

"So how would it work?" you enquire, leaning down and capturing one of Claire's bright pink nipples in your mouth and gently sucking on it, while caressing her other nipple with a free hand.

"Well, I can talk to the clients more openly, girl to girl," Claire begins. "They find me more trustworthy for some reason, almost as if they can't tell I see moms-in-waiting," she moans as you lightly nibble her nipple.

"If only they knew, I was the safer option before the oil showed up." you pant, switching to Claire's other nipple and showering it with attention.

"I'll find us the perfect candidates, some sweet girl on X-Change Basic, preferably a first timer so we can really give them a proper Summer City welcome," Claire mewls in pleasure as you slide a free hand down her body, until you reach the waistband of her shorts.

"Then what?" you gasp out as you pull your own top over your head, while Claire lifts her legs up and pulls one leg out of her shorts, leaving them to dangle from the other.

You take a moment to admire Claire's sweet pussy. Her puffy outer labia waxed smooth with just a playful red pubic arrow pointing down towards her clit. The hot pink lips of her inner labia glistening under the lights from how wet she is. her clit, swollen with desire, poking out of its hood, with two silvery balls of a clitoral piercing slick with Claire's juices.

Claire smiles as she leans forward, reaches up and grabs you by the hair, pulling you face down to her sweet folds with surprising strength. The scent of her arousal is wonderfully musky with that sweet feminine fragrance to it that has your tongue out of your mouth and eagerly exploring every inch Claire has to offer without her needing to ask.

"Once I find us a sweet, tender toy to play with, we offer them a special double massage, where both of us will work together to bring them the ultimate satisfaction." Claire gasps as your tongue flicks around her swollen clit, playfully flicking her piercing, which sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

"And then?" you ask, burying your tongue into her folds and sucking on her sweet lips, before plunging your tongue into her velvety core.

"Lavishing them with Nordic Oil, we get them cumming their brains out as we stimulate every inch of their body," Claire pants, her toes curling as you expertly devour her pussy. "Get her nice, hot and fertile for you," Claire moans, her mind clouding with a fog of lust under your oral assault as you employ every lesson you learnt from your lesbian teacher, Lexi, all those years ago. Claire's strong hands tug and pull at your hair as she writhes in pleasure.

"Then?" you pause cruelly, earning you a whimper from Claire, pleading for you to start lapping her wonderful womanhood again.

"Then I help you fuck her over and over, all night if we have to, my sole job to get you hard again, from worshipping your balls to rimming you out if I have to," Claire pants between heavy moans.

Claire is so close to cumming, from teasing you, to remembering all those fond memories of her breeding exploits, and your expert tongue work driving her wild. Her muscles begin tensing in preparation for her impending orgasm as you continue to relentlessly worship at her altar of femininity.

"They don't get to leave until they're pregnant, stuck with their body a lot longer than they expected, but eyes open to the wonderful pleasure they can feel with it," Claire cries out, her body arching, forcing her pussy harder against your face as she squirms and squirts against your face.

Steadying Claire with your hands, you leave your tongue extended to catch and devour all the delicious droplets of your assistant's juices. Claire's body twitching and writhing with the sweet throws of her climax.

"Fuck, all this talk has me rock hard and desperate to go," you groan, pulling your shorts down, your thick throbbing pillar of masculinity springing free, glistening from the remnants of cum that didn't end up on Claire's hand.

"You can, but there are conditions," Claire pants, biting her lip as she rides out a sweet aftershock.

"What are they?" you plead, already positioning yourself between the fiery redheads sweet legs, cock pointing right at her sweet folds.

"Either use a condom, or don't." Claire offers cryptically, "and no pulling out," she concludes.

"Doesn't feel like much of a choice to me," you grin.

"There's a third condition, but that one's secret, until it's the right time," Claire declares, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Are you on anything?" you ask, praying to several deities at once, she says no.

"Not a thing," Claire grins. "No Cuckoo Club rules forbidding it, but I think it goes against the spirit of membership."

"Fuck, so I could do to you, what we're going to do to all those women?" you grunt, teasing your hips forward, until the tip of your swollen cock presses against the warm wet lips of Claire's slippery slit.

"It's a risk I'm sure we're both willing to take," Claire smiles, with just a hint of evil to it as she keeps the third condition in mind as she watches you make your inevitable decision. One that would come back to haunt you.

You don't even give words to your response, instead, you take a firm grip on Claire's hips and thrust forward, burying your swollen shaft into her sweet, silken embrace. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping every inch of your cock as you feed inch after inch into her hungry hole. You groan and gasp as pleasure floods your mind, drowning any thoughts other than base primal urges to mate with Claire under a sea of lust.

"Such a big hard cock, for little ole' me," Claire teases between hisses of pleasure "Oh fuck, and he know how to use it too," she adds as you angle yourself to drag your cock against Claire's G-spot as you pull your cock back.

"I was an idiot, for not saying yes sooner," you growl, trying your best to keep your thrusts under control, to ensure you last.

"Yes, you were, but you can make up for it now," Claire gasps as you slam your full length in with one heavy thrust, the tip of your cock pressing into Claire's cervix. "By doing more of that!"

You pound away at Claire's cunt, driving your red haired assistant wild with pleasure, making her cum hard on your cock, over and over. Claire's poor cervix is taking a bit of a beating throughout as your cock tries to reshape it to fit you perfectly, so you can better sow your seed inside her.

Claire alternates between mewling in incomprehensible pleasure, raking her fingers down your back and aggressively kissing you. All the while vocally encouraging you to fuck her harder and try and breed her. Her legs have a firm grip around your back, ensuring you make good on the second condition about pulling out.

You fuck Claire through a few more orgasms, making you feel a slight tinge of regret you didn't stop to oil Claire up. Knowing each furious squeezing and milking of your thick hard cock could have been upping the odds of your swimmers hitting their mark would have been the cherry on top of this day.

"Mmmmm, is my sweet kitty finally wearing you down?" Claire pants, her body dripping with a mixture of sweat and her juices. "Going to give the kitten the cream finally?"

"Yeah, I'm getting close," you pant in response, "Did well lasting this long, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did," Claire celebrates with a big smile. "Although you've kept my sweet womb waiting all this time," Claire pouts.

"You'll get your cum, got a nice big batch all ready for you," you groan, feeling your balls start to ache from the building pressure inside you.

"You better, I don't let many guys take a shot at planting their seed in me," Claire giggles. "Usually it's the other way round."

"Guess I'm just that special," you grunt, feeling your painfully swollen cock give a heavy warning twitch, leaking a fresh drop of precum into Claire's defenceless pussy.

"You sure are, Henry," Claire husks with a big grin on her face. "Very few guys get the chance, and those that do balk at the third condition to go through with it," she laughs, her laughter reverberating through her sweet slick channel, squeezing and milking your cock even more.

"They got to hear what the third condition is before agreeing?" You grumble, feeling the internal pressure in your core reaching its apex, your orgasm mere moments away. Your body starts the biological checklist, the veritable countdown to your eruption.

"Yeah, lean in and I'll whisper it to you as you cum," Claire pants needily.

"Fine, but make it quick, I'm at my limit," You groan, trying desperately to hold back the surging tide of your impending climax. Your cock starts to throb as your hot thick cum is pumping into your cock ready to be unleashed.

In your mind, you recall the first two conditions. Firstly you had to pick to either use a condom or fuck Claire bareback. Secondly, no matter what you picked, you couldn't pull out.

A point emphasized when Claire takes advantage of you leaning forward to readjust her legs and locking them even tighter, giving you no room to manoeuvre. Ensuring you remain buried as deep as humanly possible within her, your swollen cock head pressing into Claire's cervix, ensuring your cum has the express route to her unprotected womb.

"The third condition is whatever you pick, is what I'll get to do when I'm fucking you on X-Change," Claire whispers in a wicked tone.

Completely powerless to stop even if you wanted to, you have no idea if you've signed yourself up to take a massive risk and got Claire to fuck you. All you can do is cry out in utter ecstasy as your cock throbs and pulses, your hot thick cum erupting deep inside of Claire. Hundreds of millions of your sperm are being ejected into your assistant's welcoming womb, eager to find an egg to fertilise.

"That's it, let it all out, Henry, we have a lot of work to do," Claire reassuringly moans into your ear as she feels each heavy hot impact of your eruptions hitting the back of her womb. "We have so many women for you to breed before it's my turn," Claire whispers as your knees go weak and you lean forward using your arms to hold yourself up as you empty every last drop of cum into Claire.

Chapter 5 - Masseuses' Maternity Machinations

You lie in your bed in a sweat, trying to go over everything that went down today. Still struggling to come to terms that you finally crossed that line you swore you wouldn't with Claire. Concerns about the dynamic between you and Claire might have shifted. Elements of the new dynamic you're sure you'll love.

Knowing Claire's as eager, if not possibly more enthusiastic than you, to find women on X-Change Basic and sneakily breed them, is definitely one of them. Claire being responsible for fifty pregnancies, at least twenty of them personally, is insanely arousing, and you can't wait to hear some of those stories. You're also pretty sure she's excited to hear some of your own sexcapades even if none end with a girl being knocked up.

Yet there's a creeping sense of anxiety that you just can't quite shake. Claire whispering a promise of returning the favour in kind as you flooded her womb with your hot thick cum definitely stirs a sense of unease. How prolific a breeder Claire has been makes you wonder if you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Then there's the simple fact that since you've fucked, you haven't been able to say no to any of her requests... and whether she might take advantage of it.

"Something on your mind, Henry?" Claire soothes, stroking her hand on your naked chest.

"Just wondering about how things will change," you reply, trying to hide the full extent of your nervousness.

"I've told you, Henry, as long as you listen to me, it'll all be for the better," Claire giggles.

The red-haired minx plants a kiss on your chest, followed by another further down your body, before stopping and looking up at you. In the moonlight spilling into your apartment, her green eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint. Her beauty and personality captivate you like no one else ever has, leaving you powerless to resist. If she were a siren, you could easily picture yourself steering your ship towards the rocks.

"I know, it's just normally I've taken the lead," you laugh, offering up a weak smile.

"And you still are, Henry, just with a little help from me," Claire insists with a sweet smile, her hands reaching down and cupping your tired balls as she plants a few more kisses.

"I know I'm just being silly, but it just feels different to me, is all," you say with a slight shrug.

"Would it make you feel better if things were different," Claire laughs, her face continuing further down your body until you can feel her warm breath wash over your cock.

"Maybe?" Your reply comes with uncertainty.

"Fine, consider us partners now, rather than me being your assistant, if sleeping with your assistant feels uncomfortable," Claire coos, her soft lips grazing your rapidly hardening cock, despite having gone three rounds since you came up to your apartment.

"I can't, not without the license, but I'll pay you the same as me," you offer, your toes curling from pleasure as Claire runs her tongue along the underside of your shaft, getting a taste of her own pussy mixed with your cum.

"Henry, I don't need the money, I do this job because I love the sex I can have and call it work," Claire giggles in a sensual tone. "Besides, you might need to start saving up for all the assistance you'll need to pay out to the women we breed," Claire laughs evilly, the thought making you shudder with excitement and fear.

"I didn't even think about that," you reply.

"Relax, I'll make sure they're spaced evenly enough that you don't go broke," Claire continued with another giggle. "As for my license I got that last month," she adds, before opening her mouth and taking the tip of your cock between her sweet lips.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You grimace, a mixture of pleasure from Claire sultrily sucking you and the tenderness of your cock and muscles wanting to stop.

"Because I was curious to see if you'd ever make a move on me," Claire replies with another sensual giggle that makes you instinctively swallow. "Be the big bad boss and punish me for teasing you, all day long."

"Sorry to disappoint," you laugh, which dies in your throat as you let out a moan of pleasure.

"It's fine, you just needed a catalyst to find your bad side," Claire responds wistfully, stroking your cock and smiling. "I think what we're going to do will trump any fantasy I had of you dominating me."

"Just how long did you have these fantasies?" you ask with a smile.

"Since I got the job," Claire smiles as she begins to start sucking your cock with more passion.

"Really, that long?" You grunt, feeling more and more of your blood being redirected from your weary body.

"Yeah, but enough questions, I want you hard enough for one last ride before we sleep," Claire commands in a cold yet sensual tone, which you instinctively obey despite your body's protests.

You lie back and focus on the pleasure, trying to ignore any of the gripes and complaints of your overworked reproductive organs. Claire coaxes your cock to life and swiftly mounts you, her pussy still slick from a mixture of the previous orgasms you've given each other. Claire roughly rides your cock, her sweet sex furiously milking your shaft until your balls relent and give her a fifth and final load into her unprotected pussy.

"Not bad," Claire muses as she dismounts your tired and rapidly deflating cock. "Need to work on your stamina a bit more, maybe change up your diet and get you some supplements to keep up sperm production," Claire continues, looking down at the water consistency that's leaking from her slick folds.

"We do?" you wearily groan.

"Just leave it to me, Henry, I'll turn you into a perfect breeding machine," Claire reassures you. "One way or another," she mutters to herself, exhaustion dragging you into the realm of sleep before you can register her worrying words.

The next day, Claire starts making good on her promise by getting you up early and dragging you into the shower. One quick steamy shower session later, and you're sitting in your kitchen, Claire shaking her head at the contents of your fridge. You move to make yourself a coffee, only to have Claire take the empty mug from your hand and thrust a water bottle into it instead.

"But I need my coffee," you murmur in disbelief.

"Water's better for you and your swimmers," Claire responds with a smile.

"But I need it," you reply with actual need in your tone.

"I'll tell you what," Claire offers with a smile that makes you nervous. "You let me take you food shopping and help set you up a diet, and I'll let you keep your morning coffee, how does that sound?"

"What's wrong with my diet?" you ask defensively.

"It's fine for your current lifestyle," Claire admits, "But given how I wore you out last night and how Samantha left you too tired to remember to lock up, we can both agree it could be better," Claire counters.

"Because going a full day of massage work then needing energy at the end for our special massages will need me to be better," you conclude, knowing well enough this is where Claire is going and, frustrating as it is to admit, she has a point.

"Fine," you concede.

"Excellent," Claire replies, snatching the water back and handing you your empty mug. "Luckily, I can get you the same vitamin supplements I take and with a decent diet of more fresh food, less processed crap and we should have your balls as fit as the rest of you," Claire smiles enthusiastically.

"What sort of vitamins?" you ask hesitantly.

"Everything your body needs to keep a healthy supply of sperm on hand, to maximise your odds of planting your seed into the sweet unsuspecting wombs," Claire giggles.

"Right, I get that, but why are you taking them?" You retort.

"Just a little trick to ensure when I'm on X-Change that my body has all the minerals and vitamins it needs to do its job," Claire giggles.

"Don't the pills already do that?" You ask, having never thought about it that much.

"Yes and no," Claire replies thoughtfully, "The pills give you enough to use the body as you would, but when you're using the equipment as thoroughly as I am, then you need a bit more," she continues with a smile.

"So more gas for the tank?" You offer, filling your mug with coffee, the rich bitter aroma a nice sense of normal in an otherwise chaotic morning

"Exactly," Claire laughs. "Besides if you've never experienced it before, X-Change Purple girls cum a lot, so I need all the fuel I can get,"

"I guess that makes sense," you reply, "I just hope it doesn't cost too much?"

"Oh, I'll cover the food and vitamins, consider it my rent contribution for moving in," Claire mentions far more casually than such a bombshell should be.

"Moving in?" You choke, after trying to swallow the coffee that almost got sprayed across the room.

"Of course, Henry," Claire giggles. "How else am I going to help you work on that stamina and make sure you're sticking to your new health plan?" She adds, playfully tapping you on the nose.

"I'm not sure about that, it's a little sudden, isn't it?" You say, not finding any better argument.

"Relax, Henry, it's like we're not dating or anything, you have a spare room you're not using," Claire explains with a reassuring smile, "So I'll be more like a roommate with benefits, or maybe that sexy step-sis you always wanted," Claire laughs.

"I dunno," you reply, still feeling a little weird about this dramatic change to your living arrangements.

"Also, with the money I'm not spending on rent, we can use it to get something to help better decorate the shop," Claire suggests with a broad smile. "So nice decorations we can hang up to set a more sensual mood for the lucky women we'll be knocking up," she continues.

"Maybe," you offer noncommittally, wavering on the idea more.

"And if we're feeling extra naughty," Claire husks in your ear. "We could maybe get some specialist toys and bondage equipment, maybe even some cameras to record it all so we can watch it back."

"Fuck," you reply, your reluctance to the whole arrangement collapsing around you.

"Then we could spend the evenings we're not breeding, watching some of our conquests while fucking like rabbits," Claire coos into your ear, knowing your capitulation is moments away.

"Alright fine, you can move in," you relent, knowing it's not a smart decision, but definitely one you hope to enjoy.

"Awesome, because I've already gotten a friend to help me move, now finish that coffee so we can hit the shops," Claire giggles triumphantly.

The next hour, stocking up on meats, vegetables, fruits and a few other essentials to make some decent meals. Honestly, as much as you didn't like the idea of making changes to your life, you knew how to cook most of the meals Claire is suggesting. Next, you visit a drug store to stock up on the vitamins, bar a few which Claire says she gets from a specialty store. You also see her grab a box of pregnancy tests and a large box of condoms.

The tests were for Claire to check in a few weeks to see if you knocked her up, whereas the condoms served a predictable purpose. You would be using condoms with Claire for your stamina practice, with another chance to knock her up being the carrot dangled before you as a reward for following the health plan or for successfully knocking up a client she picked out.

The next two weeks are an adjustment. With Claire living in your apartment, the healthier food and vitamins supplements, having water bottles constantly shoved at you and the nightly sex with Claire. However, by the end of the two weeks, you are noticing some subtle improvements.

You find you have a little more energy in the morning and are less exhausted at night, even the condoms which you weren't a fan of at first now fill you with a different sort of joy, by seeing how full you leave them.

"To think you didn't want me to move in," Claire pants, biting her bottom lip and you slip yourself out of her still twitching pussy.

"Yeah, I know," you reply with a laugh, slowly peeling the condom from your cock and admiring how full and thick its contents look after the third round with only fifteen minutes of teasing between each round to recover.

"Damn, if your loads were this good two weeks ago, you might have actually knocked my sexy ass up," Claire moans.

"Ah well, there's always next time," you reply with a grin.

"Just don't forget, each chance you have with me has a price," Claire teases in a singsong tone.

"Wait, you were being serious about that?" You reply nervously.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't," Claire answers cryptically before bursting into laughter that makes you relax. "Come on, Henry, I got to have something, now that you're some hotshot stud, I can't tease you about being an old man anymore."

"You had me going for a second there," you reply with a nervous laugh.

"Oh come on, would it be so bad for you to pop a pink pill and let me finally show you how good I look on X-Change Purple?" Claire smiles. "I promise you'd enjoy it," her fingers tracing a nonsense pattern on your defined stomach.

"Anyway, I'm going to go cook dinner," you say, desperate to change the subject.

"I've got you so domesticated," Claire giggles as she sits up on the bed.

"What can I say, the change in diet, the vitamins, they all seem to be working," you reply.

"Then I think you're ready for your first real test," Claire announces with a grin. "We'll see if I can find us a sweet innocent woman on X-Change for us to breed."

The next day at work, you can barely contain your excitement each time the door opens and a new client walks in. Usually, you'd be there to greet the new clients, but Claire insists she'd be better to do the initial meet and greets, since they'll be more relaxed around her. She does come off as unassuming and laid back, so you can see the logic, even if it does leave you lurking in the back.

Each time you hear Claire call your name, you feel your heart skip a beat, hoping this might be the one, but alas, most seem to be normal clients. Although you still enjoy giving massages, bringing the women great pleasure and relief, even if it doesn't scratch that darker urge to breed. Although Claire told you not to dwell on that, but rather to use it as another form of practice.

The days go by, and you start to feel a strange sense of monotony take hold, waiting for Claire to tell you she's found someone. There is a brief interruption to this with an extremely welcome visit from Samantha and the less welcome cleaning and redecorating of the Massage Parlour to make it look more enticing.

First, you get some nicer furniture for the guests to sit on, then paint the walls in the reception area a relaxing colour. Next, you get some inspirational landscape artworks, just a seemingly random series of well-known landscapes and landmarks from around the world to give the illusion that thought went into picking them. Although you have to admit, the Summer City skyline feature piece that sits behind the counter does look great, the various monolithic towers captured in a mix of pinks, purples and oranges as they frame a setting sun.

Much like Claire plans with you, the Massage Parlour redecoration is all about gradual improvements. Much like with your own improvements, it's about two weeks later when you find yourself admiring how much better things are. You come down and suddenly take in how much more inviting the place looks, rather than the rustic, somewhat seedy vibe it had before.

Although what really takes you back is the transformation Claire's made of her own massage room while you redecorated the reception room. Admittedly, it's been a while since you've last been inside it, but you knew from glimpses of when she's left the door open that it mostly resembled your own. Plain walls, and stock furniture that you got when you first got the place.

"What do you think?" Claire asks, beaming with pride.

You look around the room, taking in the impressive display. The walls have been painted a deep crimson, with the darkness offset by bright scarlet curtains and with soft pink cushions. The lights have been angled in a way to give the room a warmer and welcome feeling. The old lights were brighter and harsher, having more of a clinical feeling to them.

The massage table you're pretty sure is the same, but the legs are covered with red fabric and the padding definitely looks new, a lot more plush and soft pinkish tone. Even the scent in the room is new, a pleasant exotic fragrance that's beyond your knowledge but gives the room a slight air of excitement.

"It's great, really inviting," you reply with a smile.

"Something you like the idea of being inside of?" Claire giggles.

"Yeah, I guess," you reply, a little uncertainly.

"You still don't see it?" Claire asks, struggling to contain her laughter.

"See what?" you reply, finding yourself laughing along.

"Ok, ask yourself, where would you normally see those shades of colour?" Claire sniggers.

You look back and take in the colours, and suddenly it hits you. "Oh dear god, it's a vagina," you yell out laughing.

"Right?" Claire replies, laughing harder. "I thought it might be a little too on the nose for the breeding suite."

"I mean maybe a little," you chuckle, "but at least I think you'd only tell if you've got sex on the brain as much as we do."

"Then it's perfect," Claire smiles.

"So won't your normal clients find it strange?" You ask

"Oh, that's easy, get a couple of folding screens to cover up the walls so it's not quite as intense," Claire explains with a smile "Although I'm happy enough to leave it in place, just be the humble receptionist and try and find us someone to make use of the room."

Thankfully, it wasn't that much longer before you finally got that chance to put Claire's new breeding suite to the test. The day plodded along as normal, to the point where you sat in the backroom planning out meals for the next few days, how did you get so domesticated? You hear the bell on the door ring, which by now you were starting to resist the Pavlovian response of jumping up to try and eavesdrop on Claire's conversation with the visitor.

"Henry, are you free?" Claire calls back to you, much like she usually does when it's a normal client.

You stand up, quickly smoothing out and creases in your masseuse outfit and make your way to the reception area with the customer-facing smile Claire's had you practicing. Although you're still not entirely sure if that was a real part of her guidance or just an excuse to make you pull faces over and over for her own amusement. It's probably the latter. It's Claire, after all.

"How can I help?" You offer in a polite, calming tone as you approach the counter and take up a spot beside Claire.

"This fine lady is hoping you might have a slot open for a full massage," Claire replies professionally, gesturing to the woman behind the counter.

"Well, I'm sure we can..." you begin, before a sharp kick to your ankle stops you mid-flow.

"Don't forget you've got your appointment today, Henry," Claire calmly explains, tapping a finger on the planner.

"Oh, thank you, Claire, I swear I'd lose my own head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders," you joke, turning to the customer who politely smiles.

You lean down and get a look at the note Claire's written on the planner, the words get your heart racing as you finally realise you've got your first potential target. You double-check the writing and give Claire a nod, knowing what to do from here.

You then take a moment to look up at the woman and take in the customer properly for the first time. The dark skinned woman appears to be in her late twenties and seems very nervous; her office attire doesn't quite seem to sit comfortably on her frame. The shirt she's wearing is already missing several buttons from where her sizable boobs tried to burst free. While her pants are looking exceptionally tight around the seat, and the seams are coming undone, trying to contain her thick thighs.

You're reminded of the first time with Samantha, although they seem happy enough for someone who reluctantly found themselves in a new body. If you had to guess, maybe this person overheard about your massage parlour and rushed out to grab a pink and didn't plan for the change, or perhaps they expected less generous proportions that might better fit the clothes they were already wearing.

"I do apologise, Miss?" You begin, giving the client a sincere smile.

"Thom..... I mean Tabitha, Tabitha Gardener," the client replies with a nervous smile.

"Tabitha, it seems as though between previous bookings and a personal appointment, I'm fully booked today," you apologise.

"Oh, that's a shame, I'd heard such good things about this place, but I could only manage today," Tabitha replies with a nervous smile.

"I do hate to disappoint a new customer," you muse aloud.

"Well, Henry, we could offer her that new service we've been working on, for the VIP customers," Claire offers with a smile.

"It would have to be after hours, would you mind staying late?" You ask Claire, flashing her a knowing look as she nods enthusiastically. "Would that be ok with you, Tabitha?" You quickly add, trying to add a sense of urgency to not give Tabitha time to hesitate or talk herself out of it.

"I think so, what would be different about this massage?" Tabitha excitedly responds.

"Well, it's like a full package, but you have both of us working on you for twice as long, really giving you a proper pampering," you explain.

"Oh my, that sounds amazing," Tabitha grins. "What time would I need to drop by?"

"If you could get here by eight pm, we'll let you in," Claire replies with a grin

"Perfect, I'll be back later then, thank you both!" Tabitha smiles, waving as she leaves.

You watch Tabitha leave, her sweet rear jiggling with each step, with the spring she has in her step from getting an appointment, and an extra special one at that. If only she knew what exactly you and Claire have in store for her and her new body, you suspect she'd be skipping as far away from here as she could rather than just out the door.

"Goddamn it's going to be a long day waiting until we can wreck that sweet body," Claire says with a sigh.

"Yeah, it is," you agree with a smile.

Thankfully, despite its best effort to feel as long as humanly possible, the day does progress. You have a quick meal to ensure both you and Claire have more than enough energy to fully enjoy the evening, then spend the rest of the time setting up the breeding suite. With the soft music playing and candles lit, the atmosphere in the room is very intimate and relaxing.

When Tabitha returns, it seems she's used her time to pick up a better fitting outfit in the form of some pink yoga pants that better hug and accentuate her body and a matching pink crop top trying its best to contain her large assets. Claire leads Tabitha to her massage room while you lock up and turn out the lights to avoid any unwanted interruptions.

When you enter the breeding suite, Claire already has Tabitha naked and is helping store the woman's clothes on a shelf that should be clear of any unwanted fluids. You watch with a smile, your cock already throbbing with anticipation as Tabitha climbs onto the massage table and lies on her front.

"How are you feeling?" You aske in a soft, reassuring tone.

"I'm feeling a little nervous, but excited at the same time," Tabitha laughs.

"Understandable, it's a little intimidating being the only one naked in the room," Claire soothes.

"We could get undressed as well if you think it would help?" You offer.

"No, that's ok, I can look forward to that later," Tabitha laughs.

"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves and explain the massage before jumping to stripping down, Henry," Claire suggests with a teasing tone.

"Of course," you laugh nervously. "Hello Tabitha, I'm Henry and this is my partner, Claire," you begin, Claire flashing you a smile from being introduced as an equal rather than an assistant. "We'll both be massaging you with a special exotic oil that will leave your skin soft and practically glowing,"

"Some of your friends and coworkers might even mistake it for the glow a pregnant woman might have," Claire supplements, flashing you a knowing look.

"We'll pamper and pleasure every inch of you, the oil makes everything feel more intense, and orgasms help your body absorb it, as well as the obvious benefits," Claire explains with a grin.

"Oh wow, that sounds great," Tabitha giggles.

"So we'll start slow, but if you want more of something, or want us to stop, all you have to do is tell us," you say in a soft tone.

"But we only ask that you let us try things, so by all means, tell us to stop, but give things a moment to sink in," Claire soothes.

"Good to know," Tabitha replies. "So does that mean I'm free to touch you both, too?"

"I'd be more offended if you didn't," Claire jokes.

"Alright, well, I'm ready to get this started," Tabitha says.

With introductions and explanations out of the way, you and Claire pour out some oil onto your hands and begin to massage it into Tabitha's soft body. Just like the time you used Nordic Oil on Samantha, the effect on Tabitha is intense, judging from the sounds she's already making.

You're only a few minutes into the massage when Tabitha's moans and groans of pleasure seem to grow with intensity until suddenly she has her first orgasm, her ass and thighs trembling with pleasure. At first, you're not sure it was an orgasm, but a glance further up Tabitha's legs reveals a large puddle beneath her pussy. The oils oestrogen boosters are already getting Tabitha's temporary body to change slightly into something that might last a lot longer.

You share an excited look with Claire before continuing to slowly work the tension out of every muscle in Tabitha's lower legs, with Claire doing similar on her upper body. The pair of you work in tandem, knowing that each application of Nordic Oil is getting Tabitha's body hotter and more receptive. Each rub and caress of her skin fires off nerve endings and radiating pleasure throughout her, bringing her ever closer to another orgasm.

By the time you've finished massaging Tabitha's lower legs and start moving above her knees, Tabitha's had another orgasm and is rapidly working towards her third. Claire, meanwhile, has reached Tabitha's shoulders, her slender yet powerful hands roaming down Tabitha's back.

"My, these are quite tense," Claire comments as she works her thumbs into Tabitha's upper back. "Although with those amazing boobs I'm not surprised."

Tabitha simply moans into the padding of the massage table, her breathing picking up its pitch. You feel the muscles in Tabitha's legs start to tense as you continue to slide your hands up and down her tremendous thighs. Moments later, Tabitha cries out again, and this time you feel a warm wetness hit your arms as she squirts. Your rock hard cock throbs impatiently in your shorts, knowing each of these orgasms is getting Tabitha more ripe and ready for your seed.

You continue to work your way up Tabitha's body, while Claire works down it, the pair of you meeting in the middle of her back. With Tabitha's orgasm count sitting at six, an impressive feat when you consider neither of you has yet to stimulate anywhere extra sensitive directly. Then Claire surprises you with a cheeky peck on the lips.

"Alright, we're just going to give the table a quick wipe, then get you to flip over," Claire coos softly into Tabitha's ear, not giving you a chance to comment while you use a few towels to soak up Tabitha's orgasms.

Once you've gotten the table as dry as you can, you assist Tabitha onto her back. Claire joins you at the bottom of Tabitha's body, the pair of you starting to divide her body down the middle so you can work it up together. Giving you both plenty of intimate moments where you can share glances as you rub in more Nordic Oil, and coax more orgasms from Tabitha.

By the time you're both reaching Tabitha's upper thighs, you're practically watching each other more than focusing on Tabitha. You enjoy the look on Claire's face each time Tabitha's breathing gets heavier, her moans louder as another orgasm nears. How your redhead accomplice bites down on her lower lip, clearly enjoying each of Tabitha's climaxes.

When you both finally reach Tabitha's titanic titties you still are focusing more on each other as you both cup and caress the wonderful, soft orbs. Tabitha's mind is far too lost in a thick haze of lust and dizzy with pleasure to notice that either of her Masseuses is using her body as an instrument of their pleasure.

By the time you both finish worshiping Tabitha's tits, her orgasm count stands at an monstrous fifteen, most women might be begging to stop after that. But Tabitha herself by this point, seems almost feral as she's barely able to string together a sentence, simply pawing at your cock through your shorts and staring up at you hungrily.

"I think she deserves a treat, why don't you give her something to suck on while I sample this soaking slit," Claire giggles.

You flash Claire a smile while you pull down your shorts, revealing your rock-solid shaft. Tabitha eagerly grabs at your manhood and tries to pull you closer, turning her head to the side and kissing and licking the swollen tip of your cock.

You consider teasing poor Tabitha by staying where you are, your cock just out of reach for the poor woman to enjoy. However, you think better of it and step closer, practically feeding yourself into Tabitha's warm, wet and welcoming maw.

You give Tabitha a few moments to try and bob her head up and down on your thick shaft, before you decide to give her a little help by gently thrusting into her mouth. Tabitha's lips purse around your manhood, her moans of pleasure vibrate through your length in a pleasing manner. All the while, you gently stroke Tabitha's hair and smile encouragingly down at her.

Claire proves to be too much of a distraction for you to enjoy the warm embrace of Tabitha's mouth for long though. You slide your cock free of Tabitha's mouth and take a moment to watch Claire at work between Tabitha's legs, the sounds of her tongue flicking and lapping at Tabitha's delectable lower lips.

The sounds of Tabitha's moans fill the room as Claire practically uses her body to play a symphony of pleasure. It's almost hypnotic to watch Claire at work between the girl's legs, and when her green eyes look up at you like she's done many times when sucking you off. You feel a warm rush of excitement travel through your body on Tabitha's behalf. You might not feel her pleasure, but you've seen that look from Tabitha to know just how good it can feel.

You watch in awe as Tabitha's entire body tenses before you, a primal cry of pleasure roars from the woman's lips as starts to cum hard. A veritable fountain of juices squirting from Tabitha's sweet sex and soaking Claire's face.

"That's it cum for me," Claire growls in a commanding tone, a wild look in her eyes. "Henry, want to see a neat trick?"

You silently nod, a mixture of awe, admiration and raw sexual excitement coursing through your body as you look over at Claire. Claire flashes you an evil smile before moving her head back down between Tabitha's caramel thighs, theatrically wiggling her hand like a concert pianist trying to limber up. Claire then wraps her lips around Tabitha's clit and starts to suck on it, while her fingers sink effortlessly into Tabitha's still spasming cunt.

The results are explosive and almost immediate. Tabitha's moans and pants pick up an octave and grow much louder. The combined sensation of Claire's kissing and sucking on Tabitha's love button while her fingers crook upwards and stimulate the G-spot trigger a second climax. Then, a few minutes later, as Tabitha thrashes in ecstasy, a third orgasm hits.

With you playing with Tabitha's swollen nipples and Claire's enthusiastic devouring of her pussy, you're able to eke out another two orgasms on top of the three back to back Claire gave Tabitha, taking her total to twenty. You and Claire share a conspiratorial look, as you both consider pushing on to see how fertile you can get Tabitha. You never know, it might be possible to give her twins if you push her hard enough.

However, a quick look over at Tabitha's face is enough to make you realise that she's already feeling the effects of all those back-to-back orgasms. Her eyes are heavy and unfocused from all the orgasms.

"How are you doing?" Claire asks in a soothing tone. "Enjoying the massage so far?"

"Yeah," Tabitha pants. "Feeling amazing, but a little tired."

"I'm just going to get you a nice drink, and we'll take a short break before moving onto the final part of the massage, does that sound good?" Claire asks while sliding her hands on Tabitha's thighs soothingly.

"Sure, I'm just gonna lay back and catch my breath," Tabitha says softly.

Claire smiles and quickly disappears from the room, returning a few moments later with one of her Bubba Zipple drinks and a bottle of water. "Here, this will give you a bit of your energy back, and this will help you replenish all those fluids you squirted out," Claire offers cheerfully.

"Oh, the lemon flavour, I've not had this one before," Tabitha smiles, taking the caffeinated drink and drinking it. "Wow, they weren't wrong calling it Lemon Zip,"

"Feeling a bit more yourself?" you ask with a smile.

"Yeah," Tabitha laughs, "I got no idea what's in that oil, but it's effective."

"Oh and then some," Claire replies, glancing over at you with an evil smirk on her face for a brief moment. "So if it's not too personal, is this the first time you've been on X-Change?"

Tabitha looks a little surprised at that, "was it that obvious?"

Claire just smiles, "I could see it a mile away with how you almost burst out of your suit today. Those pants were fighting for their life, and they were losing," Claire joked.

"Yeah, I didn't really think that one out, did I?" Tabitha laughed, scratching her head with nerves.

"Don't worry about it. It was really hot. Henry and I have a thing for X-Change virgins. Don't we, Henry?" Claire gives you a smouldering glance.

"Yeah. It's kind of our thing actually, now that I think about it. Sometimes their nervous and just want to try it out in a safe space, or they've been spiked and said 'screw it might as well try and enjoy it a bit,'" your cock throbs a little at how this particular session isn't exactly 'safe' for Tabitha, and Claire gives you a knowing look for it.

Tabitha gives both you and Claire an exhausted but happy look, "Well, consider yourselves certified professionals. Because I'll definitely be picking up another Basic for a repeat performance in the future."

Claire leans over, rubbing Tabitha's shoulder, "maybe instead of a repeat, how about some role reversal? Henry and I like to dabble in X-Change from time-to-time as well. I'm a Purple lover myself. How would you feel wrapping your lips around my cock? And I do mean both sets of lips, Tabby. Can I call you, Tabby?"

"Oh fuck that's hot—yeah! Yes, you can call me Tabby, it's kind of cute."

"Amazing. Tabby, our pretty pussy cat. And speaking of wrapping cocks around lips, why don't we get to the main event?"

"Oh my god, yes, please. I'm so hot right now," Tabitha moans.

"Oh that you are, Tabby," Claire stares at you for a moment, "our kitty is practically in heat, Henry. We should give her what she needs right?"

Finally, Tabitha is ready, she lies back down on the massage table, spreading her legs wide. "So, Henry, are you going to just use that thing to point at me all night, or show me you know how to use that thing?" Tabitha teases.

"You heard the woman," Claire giggles, playfully slapping you on the ass and shoving you towards Tabitha.

"Well, if you insist," you laugh, taking a firm grip on Tabitha's pleasingly pliable thighs and pulling her down the table until her ass is right at the bottom.

You take a hold of your almost painfully hard cock, your heart racing as you line yourself up with Tabitha's sweet sex. Teasing the thick crown of your manhood against Tabitha's slick, wet folds for a moment.

A cloudy drop of precum forming at the tip of your cock as you begin to press yourself forwards. You watch in delight as your cock slides into Tabitha's molten sex, wondering how many of your sperm snuck a ride in the precum, trying to get ahead of the pack to breed Tabitha before the true race even starts.

You slowly feed inch after inch of your thick cock into Tabitha's dizzyingly tight pussy, her walls tightly gripping your shaft sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Tabitha is letting out one long protracted groan of pleasure as you slowly fill her with your manhood.

You soon bottom out inside of Tabitha, her cervix is pressed right up against your shaft. For a moment, you imagine yourself unloading deep inside of Tabitha, you picture the thick potent cum flooding her womb. You then start to picture how Tabitha's body will change, her curves even thicker, her already huge boobs even larger, overflowing with milk. The mental images make your cock begin to throb and your balls churn. You quickly decide to focus on something else before you get too overexcited and come too soon.

"How does that feel?" You ask in a husky tone.

"So full," Tabitha mewls like the cat in heat as you think of Claire's nickname for her.

"Glad you like it, I'm going to give you a few more moments to adjust before I show you what I can really do with this," you smugly reply.

Using those precious moments to get your excitement under control, you finally start thrusting yourself in and out of Tabitha's warm, welcoming sex. Thankfully, from all of the earlier orgasms, Tabitha is exceptionally lubricated, so has no problem with you picking up the pace and starting to pound her properly.

"Tabby, forgive me if this is too forward, but can I sit on your face while Henry rails you?" Claire asks with a giggle.

"Oh fuck," Tabitha pants. "Go for it."

You briefly pause your pounding to give Claire an easier time getting into position. Thrusting as deep as you can into Tabitha's velvety core and enjoying the sensation of her slick slippery walls squeezing your shaft. The sensation is a more than welcome accompaniment to watching Claire climb onto the table and slowly squat down onto Tabitha's face.

"Just pinch my legs if I get a little too rough, or if you need to come out for air," Claire giggles as her soft supple cheeks eclipse Tabitha's face.

Claire gives you a big smile, as she starts to moan in pleasure from Tabitha's tongue starting to blindly explore. Claire looks down to admire how Tabitha's lips cling to your cock as you start to build up your pace again. You look up, your eyes meeting Claire's, and there's a rush of excitement you feel as you both silently revel in the secret of this massage.

You quickly work up the pace back to the slightly rough pounding you were giving Tabitha. With Tabitha's moans muffled by Claire's wonderfully soft cheeks, the room fills with the satisfying wet and rhythmic sounds of your hips colliding with Tabitha's body. An occasional breathy moan from Claire's lips punctuates things nicely as the three of you bask in the carnal delights of each other's bodies.

Claire reaches out, putting her hands on your shoulders and pulling you closer towards her. Your lips meet, and Claire's tongue is soon in your mouth, coaxing your own to come and play. The kiss, and having Claire's body so close to yours is welcome, although you can feel your thrusts getting harder.

"Are you getting close, Henry?" Claire whispers seductively in your ear. "The thought of flooding this unsuspecting woman's womb with wave after wave of your potent seed, making your balls tingle?" she adds with a sensual chuckle.

"They are now," you grunt back in a low tone.

"Looking forward to delaying this sweet thing's transformation back to her old body for all those months?" Claire coos in a teasing tone. "Do you think she ever thought one of the first outfits she might be shopping for would be maternity wear?"

"Oh fuck," you grunt, Claire's words doing a number on all that stamina you spent weeks training.

"It's ok, don't resist, Henry, I promise you she's begging for it under here," Claire hisses as she gestures down to Tabitha, who is still dutifully licking and lapping as Claire's sweet sex.

"Don't I need to hold out longer, brew a bigger load?" You grunt back feeling your already solid cock harden further as your climax draws near.

"Oh, I think you've been edging yourself plenty since poor Tabby first came by to make an appointment," Claire giggles softly, her eye contact making her teasing even more intense. "Besides, with how big that load will be and how many orgasms she's had? Her pregnancy is all but guaranteed."

By now, your thrusts are getting frantic and erratic as excitement clouds your mind. Your cock twitches heavily. The sweet sensation of Tabitha's hot wet folds wrapping around your cock and Claire's teasing driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Right here," Claire spreads her hand wide over Tabitha's lower stomach, "this is where your sperm will flow, where your baby will grow inside her," Claire husks, tracing her fingers on Tabitha's body.

"Close," you growl, feeling your balls churning and dragging upwards as your moments from cumming.

"Then what are you waiting for, Henry?" Claire whispers into your ear. "Knock this slut up," she commands.

Unable to resist, not that you even want to, you thrust yourself deep inside Tabitha, your cock pressing into her cervix trying to demand access to her womb. You feel your cock beginning to throb and pulse as your cum fills your shaft. You feel that brief pregnant pause as pressure builds, before finally, you start to erupt as you let out a long protracted moan of ecstasy.

Tabitha mewls and moans helplessly beneath Claire's ass at the sensation of your throbbing cock, the warm rush of your hot potent cum flooding her body triggers another orgasm from Tabitha. You feel her juices gushing around your shaft and spraying against your chest as you continue to unload every drop of cum into Tabitha.

Claire reaches up and grabs your head, staring into your eyes as you continue to breed Tabitha. Twelve heavy eruptions, each delivering an army of eager swimmers. The sheer volume of Oestrogen boosters in Tabitha's body reached that critical mass to trigger ovulation not once but twice.

You pant heavily, feeling an aching in your balls as they finally run dry, Claire embraces you tightly. "So, Henry, was I right when I said, things would be all the better if you listen to me?" Claire giggles.

"Yeah," you agree, panting heavily from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Now, all I ask is that you trust me, and I'll show you a world of enjoyment you can't even imagine," Claire coos softly. "So, Henry, do I have your full trust?"

"Yes," you reply softly. "If any of it is half as good as this felt, then you can have anything you want from me," you offer far more casually than you should.

"It's dangerous to make promises like that around a woman like me," Claire laughs. "But I'll accept it," she continues. "Now for your first test of this new trust, I need you to feel nice and relaxed while I help get you hard again."

You don't think much of your promise, you were happy to offer up anything if it meant getting a chance to indulge this new side of you. Although you quickly find your newfound resolve being tested as you feel Claire's hand on your ass, a solemn and slick digit creeping towards your own hole.

Despite your understandable nervousness about it, and the initial discomfort of having a finger in your ass, you can't argue with the results as your cock, still nestled inside of Tabitha begins to harden once again.

"We need to make sure this pretty kitty is full of kittens," Claire whispers as she holds your gaze, full of a lust you can't possibly look away from. Staring into her eyes as your foreheads rest together, you grab her head tenderly and start thrusting into Tabitha again with earnest.

She needs her kittens, after all.

Chapter 6 - Purple Haze

The next few months are intense, with Claire able to sniff out a suitable candidate for your breeding sessions every week, which, including your conquest of Tabitha, is eleven. Also, of the eleven women you've invited to indulge in a breeding session, only one didn't return rather sheepishly a few days later, asking if we might know why their Basic hadn't worn off. Then, a second return visit a few weeks later to confirm they were pregnant with your baby.

A couple of these women were a little suspicious about the circumstances around their sudden foray into motherhood, but none of them directly accused you or Claire of anything. They were still relieved that you would help with the costs and that you didn't try to extort them for sex over it.

Some of the women you and Claire knocked up are actually thrilled by it, with all the Summer City provisions to help take care of things. Most corporate jobs for businesses based in Summer City have some form of X-Change based Maternity Leave, even if most have clauses that reduce the consideration and additional support to the bare minimum.

The most common of which is if the employee takes undue risks, which is often interpreted as any pill that can result in pregnancy. All so the businesses can claim they offer the best, if ensuring it only ever pays the minimum.

Tabitha, or Tabby as Claire enjoys calling her, with her 'kittens' to be, is one of those lucky few to qualify for the full amount in her employee contract. Given the fact that Tabitha was blessed with triplets from her breeding, her job tried to argue at every stage due to how generous they had been by specifying a payout per baby, assuming they'd never have to pay it out. Yet when faced with an X-Change test to confirm the pill in Tabitha's system matched the same result she brought in, confirming she was on an X-Change Pink Basic, all they could do was pay her out. Someone in the HR department is going to learn a hard lesson on overpromising.

A good few of the women even take up your offer to come in for a free massage session. Which started out as an offer to help deflect the tension, but also gave you a good chance to enjoy watching their pregnancies progress in intimate detail.

Claire is spending a few evenings a month enjoying helping arrange some big events with other members of the Cuckoos. She's even told you that they're considering letting you be an honorary member with your own services to breeding. Although when you asked Claire what that would take, she teased you with taking an unspecified X-Change Pink pill and letting the members fuck you.

The only problem with everything is that you've gone a month since the last breeding massage and there's seemingly no end to it in sight. Claire's been pretty good about it, reassuring you that these things happen and it could be any day now.

You know she means well, but you're also a little jealous of her since she has some events with the Cuckoos she's looking forward to, especially since she'll be taking some Nordic Oil with her to ensure every member will have a chance to add to their breeding tally. You had to admit, even with the heavy price of admission, that honorary membership sounds a lot more appealing while your own source of breeding has dried up.

Currently, you're lying alone on the large king-sized bed Claire insisted you get as an upgrade to your old bed. Once again, she had been right; the new bed was much better and more comfortable. Yet you still feel like you could have had more say on the decision, it was still your apartment, even if all evidence points to you sharing it with someone else.

You check the time and see that it's getting close to when Claire said she'd be back from her planning meeting, and you decide to cook her something. You've already eaten, but you were secretly hoping Claire might be so grateful that she might reward you. Maybe letting you fuck her bareback, even if you had to pull out.

You head over to the kitchen and pull out some meat and various veg that you can quickly throw together into a nice and healthy stir fry. You have to admit that at first you found cooking a bit of a drag, but now you find it quite satisfying and rewarding, seeing the end result of all the different ingredients and spices coming together. Although having a sexy and grateful redhead makes for a powerful motivator.

Soon, the smells and sounds of the food cooking help to take your mind off the current dry spell and how badly you wanted to breed again. You cut, stir, and season the ingredients together and feel a sense of calm filling you. Once it's all ready, you cover the pan to keep it warm.

"Hey, I'm back," Claire calls as she makes her way into the apartment.

"Just in time, I've just finished cooking some food for you," you reply with a laugh.

"Aww, Henry, you're the best," Claire says softly, pulling you in for a hug and kissing you on the lips.

"Well, it's the least I can do for all you've done," you chuckle, sliding your hands lower until they reach her ass while you go in for another kiss.

Claire eagerly returns your kiss, her tongue mingles with yours while one of her hands make their way down the front of your pants and starts to caress your rapidly hardening cock. If you were paying more attention to the details, you might have noticed that something was a little different with Claire, but you're enjoying her body too much to question anything.

"Mmmm someone's frisky tonight," Claire purrs.

"Just a little wound up after another failed day," you admit with a smile.

"Ah, so the meal is your way of trying to seduce me?" Claire jokes.

"That depends," you chuckle. "Is it working?" You add, planting kisses down Claire's neck and into her collarbone.

"It sure is," Claire coos, grinning to herself as she watches your hand move down to her body. "Although I'm surprised you're being this adventurous."

"Why's that?" You groan, enjoying the intoxicating scent coming from Claire, which you chalk up to a new perfume she must be trying.

"Oh, you'll find out," Claire pants as she enjoys your touch.

You let out a soft laugh as your hand reaches lower, going under the dress Claire's wearing and slowly trailing up her leg. You continue to kiss and nibble Claire's sensitive neckline, knowing how wild it gets her. You're eager to tease and please Claire, right up until your hand reaches Claire's underwear and is met by something very different.

Where you expect to find a warm, damp spot in the gusset of her panties, you instead find something large and bulky. You trace your fingers over them, before you decide to skip ahead and try and just tease Claire's clit. However, where you expect to find a familiar nub of nerve endings, you instead find a veritable pillar of meat, which twitches in your hand.

At this moment, your eyes open and you finally notice the difference that is quite literally staring you in the face. You normally need lower your head to enjoy a standing-up make-out session with Claire, but instead, you're facing each other head on as she's almost the same height as you.

"I always suspected you'd love my body on X-Change Purple," Claire jokes.

"I thought it was just a planning meeting," you stammer.

"It was, but we were trying out a new pill delivery system for one of the events, and well, the easiest way to test it was to have someone take a pill," Claire explains with a smile.

"You look so much like your usual body," you say in surprise.

"Yeah, it's pretty much all me, but taller and well, you know," Claire laughs. "I got really lucky with my purple body."

"I'd say," You swallow, taking a moment to study Claire more closely, and marvel at how closely she resembles her normal form. The height is the most notable difference, though Claire seems to have gained some muscle definition as well. Her arms and shoulders are broader and fuller.

"By the way, Henry," Claire whispers softly. "You can let go of my cock now, unless you want to hold onto it for a while longer."

"Right, sorry," you reply, pulling your hand back off of Claire's impressive bulge.

"It's ok, it's just that I'm sure something like this," Claire gives a gesture towards her entire body, "we should talk about first before we get too adventurous," Claire teases.

"Yeah, of course," you reply nervously. "I'll just go check the food's hot enough for you."

After accidentally feeling up Claire's cock, you'd have much preferred to avoid her for the rest of the night. However, your apartment is only so big, and Claire being Claire couldn't resist an opportunity to tease you about it.

"Well, that was a lovely meal," Claire grins. "Sure you still don't want to fuck?" she giggles.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you sigh, leaning back in your chair and wishing now more than ever that you had something stronger than the whisky you are currently slowly drinking.

"Awww don't be like that," Claire laughs. "You might not care for what's going on down there, but you could still fuck my titties or let me suck you off."

"Oh, so I can finish in your mouth, only for you to swallow and say, 'now it's your turn,'" youchuckle.

"Bold of you to assume I'll swallow," Claire snorts

"That's a good point, you might spit it into my mouth again," you shudder.

"Well, you know what they say, sharing is caring," Claire teases, "But, shit, when did I start getting predictable?" Claire laughs, this time her softer warmer laugh that you've come to recognise as her wrapping up with the teasing.

"We live together, work together, fuck together and even breed women together," you list on your fingers with a smile. "Hell, some married couples can only manage one of those things," you chuckle.

"Yet you still won't let me peg you," Claire giggles.

"Not with that monster you're currently packing, and your toy collection isn't exactly beginner-friendly," you laugh.

"Of course we'd use lube, maybe get you some plugs to work your way up to it," Claire offers with a wry smile.

"Just stick to the occasional finger if you have to put anything in me," you concede, shaking your head and chuckling as you watch the skyline, fading from orange into the dim blues and purples of night.

"Careful, Henry, today it's a finger, but next week, who knows?" Claire husks, placing a hand on your lap and biting down on her bottom lip as she flutters her eyelashes before bursting out with laughter. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you like that, you did have quite a shock this evening."

"Tell me about it, on X-Change Purple, you're almost as tall as me, and probably rival me down there too," you sigh.

"I could always whip it out, we could compare them side by side, put you out of your misery," Claire offers with a cruel smile.

"No thanks, I'm already worried you might be bigger than me, if I know you are? I might as well throw in the towel." You laugh.

"Are you sure, there's nothing I could offer that would convince you to try my body?" Claire enquires

"Unless it is somehow crucial to us getting our next client in the breeding suite, then no," you counter, shaking your head.

"Fair point," Claire agrees as the wheels in her mind start to turn. "Anyway, it's just for one day, and I'll give you more of a heads up the next time I'll be popping a Purple."

"Speaking of tomorrow, I was thinking of keeping the shop closed, and heading over to Paradise Mall if you want to come," you propose.

"You know what, I was thinking about a beach day..." Claire begins before trailing off, thinking of your offer more before changing her mind. "But then I'd have to tuck most of the day, and now that I think about it, there are some bits and bobs I need to grab, so I think I will tag along."

You are a little surprised by Claire suddenly changing her mind like that, a tiny part of you even finds it suspicious, but you push those thoughts aside. Claire's done a lot for you and hasn't steered you wrong yet. You just wish the dry spell would end and you could get back to some breeding fun. Little did you know, Claire was responsible for the dry spell, all steps in her very long game.

A few days later, you're back in the massage parlour cleaning the break room, since if you're lingering back here, you might as well do something productive. You glance over at the lockers where you can still make out Samantha's ass print on your locker, which Claire has drawn a cartoonish frame around it in permanent marker.

"Hey, Henry, are you free for a moment?" Claire calls out in a familiar tone that has your heart racing, as it had been a month since you last heard it.

"Sure, just give me a minute to finish up here," you call back before awkwardly waiting an appropriate amount of time to give the impression you were doing something important rather than dusting.

You slowly walk out into the storefront, taking in the customer Claire called you out for. Unlike many of the other women on X-Change Claire's previously found, this one doesn't have some of the telltale signs of an unplanned transformation. Her clothes are impeccable, coordinated, accentuating her curves and even her boobs look properly supported and well presented.

The mysterious woman's golden blonde hair looks like a professional salon job, rather than a hot mess attacked with a brush. Even her piercing blue eyes regard you with a calculating look as they roam over your body, as you do hers. Sizing you up as confidently as you were her. By all your estimations, there's no way this woman could be a prospective client for the breeding suite.

"Hello, how can I help you?" You open with trying your best to project some reassuring warmth into your voice.

"He's the head masseuse?" The mysterious woman asks Claire, not even bothering to look over at you, let alone respond to your question.

"He is a real expert in his field." Claire attempts to reassure the woman as you silently walk to Claire's side.

"Be that as it may, he's not really what I'm looking for," the woman sighs.

"And what exactly are you looking for?" You enquire, with a little more bite to your tone than was warranted.

"Oh, that's more like it," the woman smiles. "You could have told me he has some fight to him."

"Ah, Henry's a big teddy really, just acting grumpy because he's impatient," Claire laughs. "Henry, this is Charlotte, she's looking to make use of our special service."

"Is that so," you say "You want us both?"

"Yes, this is part of my fraternity's hazing ritual, they gave me the option of pledging like the rest of my peers," Charlotte explains, you don't think you've heard more contempt in a word than how she stresses the word 'peers'. "Or I take an X-Change Pink, and get fucked on video, which sounded much quicker, so here I am."

"I didn't even think Summer City had a college," you respond.

"It doesn't, but it's bad enough I'm handing over excellent blackmail material to my prospective brothers; if I did that back home, it would be illegal and much worse," Charlotte explains. "So I had my driver bring me to your fine sinful city and to my delight, I find a place such as this where I can fulfil my obligations,"

"Well, it sounds like you have everything all figured out then," You say with a smile.

"Not quite, if I'm going to have someone inside me, I'd rather they were more... appealing, so I might enjoy the experience," Charlotte sighs. "I want someone more imposing to fuck me, with someone more submissive to tend to my needs."

"Well, there's got to be something we can do?" Claire offers helpfully.

"Perhaps there is," Charlotte muses. "Henry, have you dabbled with X-Change before?"

"A long time ago, before it was outlawed everywhere but here," you reply, wondering where Charlotte is going with this.

"And how did you look?" Charlotte asks.

"Not too dissimilar to Claire in height and build," you answer.

"Interesting. And Claire, have you tried X-Change before?" Charlotte asks.

"I have, on Blue I don't look too shabby, but on X-Change Purple I'd say I could do imposing. Wouldn't you agree, Henry?" Claire asks with a confident grin.

"Yeah, she looks mostly as she does now, but about my height," you agree.

"X-Change Purple, what does that one do?" Charlotte asks her interest piqued.

"All woman, but with a little bit extra," Claire replies in a sultry tone.

"Really?" Charlotte gasps her lips curling into a smile. "Now that I could work with."

"Would that be acceptable to you both?" Charlotte asks with her blue eyes flicking between you both.

"May we discuss it in private?" You ask with a smile.

"As long as it's quick," Charlotte huffs, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

You head back into the break room with Claire quickly following behind until you're confident you're both out of earshot of Charlotte.

"Look, I'll understand if you don't want to do this if it means taking X-Change Pink..." Claire begins before you hold up a hand to cut her off.

"I don't care what I have to do, there's no way I'm missing you knock that smug bitch up," you confidently reply.

"Oh wow, she really got under your skin." Claire laughs.

"Yeah, I've known people like her, think they're better than everyone or that people are just tools to be used and discarded," you grumble.

"So we're really doing this then?" Claire asks with an evil smile.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I was Helen, honestly, kind of curious to see if X-Change transformations age," you muse, "Plus, you've helped me with eleven of these, I'm sure you've been itching to be the one doing the breeding."

"Awww, Henry, that's so sweet of you," Claire gushes leaning in and pecking you on the lips.

"Yeah, yeah, don't overthink it, it's mostly a burning desire to see Charlotte face some consequences in her life," you reply dismissively.

"You can't fool me, Henry," Claire giggles "I know you care about me."

"So do we have everything we'd need?" You ask.

"Not yet, I think I can get the pills easily enough. Purple I have on me, obviously, but I think you'll want to run out and grab a Basic Pink pill, since I can't promise you the ones I have are actually Basics," Claire says out loud.

"Don't trust your Cuckoo stash?" You laugh.

"With what we use them for, can you blame me?" Claire laughs.

"Right, so if I head out to the nearest X-Change pharmacy now, will you be ok to make the booking for Charlotte?" You ask, making sure you have your wallet.

"Yeah, leave it with me, I'll take care of it," Claire grins as you leave out the side entrance and make your way to your car, while Claire saunters back to Charlotte.

"So did he go for it?" Charlotte asks with a smile, all her proud airs and graces discarded.

"Yeah, he really did not care for uppity Charlotte persona," Claire giggles.

"What can I say, I play stuck up privileged bitch very well," Charlotte enthuses bowing playfully. "Must be something to do with my upbringing."

"Speaking of which, are your parents going to be cool if you do get pregnant from this?" Claire enquires.

"Yeah, my moms been on my ass about a grandchild for a while now, and if my moms happy, she's not making my Daddy miserable, so should keep the Cuckoos well funded," Charlotte replies with a big smile.

"I'm so glad you're letting me do this," Claire says excitedly, walking over and embracing Charlotte.

"Well, I owe you big for knocking up that so-called fiancé of mine before the wedding, I don't think my parents would have let me out of that marriage for anything less," Charlotte giggles.

"Oh yeah, Alan or Annie I guess she's still going by, I wonder if they still think it was a bachelor party prank gone wrong," Claire muses as she starts to stroke Charlotte's body.

"I think so," Charlotte laughs, making no effort to stop Claire's hand from roaming.

"In any case, thanks for doing me this honour of breeding you," Claire smiles as her hand comes to rest on Charlotte's belly.

"It's not a guarantee you will," Charlotte replies confidently.

"Keep telling yourself that," Claire states with a smug grin. Charlotte opens her mouth to argue, but when her eyes meet Claire's and she sees the determination in them, her confidence wavers and warmth spreads through her body.

"Well, whatever happens, I'll have my fun giving Henry's new body a gentle nudge towards you." Charlotte quickly responds, face flushing red.

"Mmmm, it's going to be a night to remember," Claire agrees. "Just don't forget to cover up your tattoo, otherwise Henry will recognise it and might suspect something."

"Please, I've been hiding it from my parents long enough," Charlotte scoffs, "Besides, we'll have poor Henry so turned around, he could be staring it in the face and not recognise it," Charlotte declares.

"Good, now you better leave before Henry gets back, wouldn't do us much good if he comes back and catches us like this," Claire's husks, playfully slapping Charlotte's perky ass.

You make your way back to the massage parlour feeling a little nervous about tonight. It had been a long time since you last took an X-Change pill and became Helen, and last time you did, you kept to Lexi and her friends during the shift. This time, you'll be with Claire while she's on a Purple and you're not sure how you'll react.

You do your best to push the thoughts out of your mind, focusing on the positives, like getting to help Claire breed Charlotte. However, unlike all the previous breeding sessions where the day slows to a crawl, today seems to go by in the blink of an eye. Until you find yourself up in the apartment, standing naked in front of a mirror with Claire by your side for support.

"Ready?" Claire asks softly.

"Nope, but no sense delaying this any longer," you joke.

Opening the packaging to reveal a shiny card depicting a woman going to town on some guys cock in front of a group of people, before being fucked in front of a girl and finally getting a facial. The title at the top reads Amy, formerly Aaron.

"Oh, lucky you got a foil," Claire cheerfully says. "I love how the nanites turn it into a moving picture."

"They definitely didn't have these when I last took one of these," you chuckle, admiring the card for a moment before offering it to Claire. "For the collection I assume you have."

"Thanks, between personal use and the Cuckoos events, I have to be getting close to a full set." Claire giggles before returning her attention to you.

Giving Claire a smile, you pop the pill into your mouth and swallow.

You feel your skin tingling as you feel it becomes smoother, some of the natural tan you've acquired from living in Summer City begins to fade to a lighter tone. The skin around your fingers seems to constrict, and you feel like they're being physically squeezed smaller, like you've been put into a too tight diving suit and it's only getting smaller

You feel your body heating up as the changes grow more intense; there's no pain, but in some ways, you feel like that's somehow worse. You watch yourself shrink in sudden lurch, a sense of vertigo takes hold as you lose almost a foot of height in moments without moving.

Next up is one of the few bits you enjoy, glancing down and watching your pecs swell into two cute perky boobs. Although this is quickly followed by the less pleasant part of your manhood being absorbed back into your body, being pulled in like a fat trout on a fishing line. Your cock shrinks swiftly, the head becoming your new clit, and testes lurch up as your vagina forms.

The alarming sounds of your bones creaking and cracking as they shift and alter your frame into a more feminine form. Your nipples shrink and shift to a rosy colour as you get the last tiny growth into your chest, leaving you with a perky pair that make a perfect handful as Claire's quick to try out once the transformation is complete, as your black hair lengthens down to your back like a curtain on a stage with a final flourish.

"Oh wow, I love these," Claire giggles, teasing your nipples.

"Yeah, I kind of forgot how much I enjoy having them," you moan, taking a moment to get used to your new voice.

"So what do I call you, other than adorable?" Claire asks, pulling you in and hugging you tightly, her hand giving your soft ass cheeks a playful squeeze.

"Helen," you answer with a laugh.

"Helen, I like it," Claire smiles. "Although I'm surprised by how comfortable you are with me fondling you."

"Well, we've done so much already, plus the last time I was in this body I was being manhandled by a group of eager lesbians," you recall with a soft feminine laugh.

"Well, in any case, it looks like most of my clothes will fit you," Claire muses as she starts passing some clothes to you.

"Right well, while I was happy for you to be here for my transformation, I'm going to give you some space for yours," you say, making towards the door.

"Afraid you might see something you like?" Claire teases with a big smile, the comment making your cheeks burn up. "Oh my god, that's so cute I can see you blushing so much easier," Claire laughs.

"Anyway, I'll go sort some food for us," you nervously squeak.

"Just be careful with the knives, your hands are a lot smaller than they were." Claire helpfully offers.

Since you've only developed your culinary skills, with your focus the last time you were Helen more on developing your cunnilingus skills, it takes you a little longer to cook. The knowledge and skills are all there, but your new height and small frame keep adding delays, the muscle memory not fitting your new shape.

You now curse yourself for leaving some of the seasoning on the top shelf as you strain to reach for it, only to have Claire stroll in and casually reach up and pass it down to you. You turn to thank Claire and suddenly, have a new appreciation for how Claire must feel around you, as she looms over you.

"Not so funny keeping things that high, now that you can't reach them," Claire teases with a smile.

"Alright, I'll stop putting things up that high," you concede, taking the seasoning and mixing it into the food.

You try to return your focus to the food, but you're suddenly very aware of Claire's presence and how her eyes are fixated on you. You feel a long-distant but familiar heat between your legs start to grow.

Claire's imposing figure on a Purple reminds you of the time Lexi showed you her dominant side. Only if things go the same way with Claire as they did Lexi, it wouldn't be silicone penetrating your precious pussy, but a real cock. A thought that makes you nervous, but also causes that heat inside you to grow even further.

You enjoy the meal with Claire, the conversation mostly centred around all the things you'd forgotten about being in a woman's body. Then moving onto the plans for Charlotte when she arrives.

"Everything sound good?" Claire confirms with a smile.

"Yeah, might take a little getting used to, but just like with cooking, the knowledge and memory are all there even if my body can't quite keep up," you reply with a smile.

"Thanks for the wonderful meal," Claire says, walking over and pulling you in for a big hug, her head leaning down and her lips soon meeting yours.

You've kissed Claire plenty of times as Henry, even when she's on Purple, but there's something different about it, now that you're Helen. Suddenly being smaller, held in Claire's strong arms, making you feel safe and secure, it all feels more intense. You wonder if this is how you make Claire feel, and find yourself hoping it is.

You feel your heart racing as you open your mouth and allow your tongues to mingle as you shamelessly make out like horny teenagers. The heat you felt between your legs returns with a vengeance, and you start to moan as the feeling of Claire's body pressing against your starts to drive you wild.

Then you feel it pressing into you, hard and incessant, a constant reminder of Claire having something extra. You try to shut it out and return your focus to the intimacy of Claire's body and the intensity of her kiss, yet you can't shut it out, and eventually you pull back.

"Sorry, I guess I was enjoying that a little too much," Claire chuckles, stepping back and revealing the obscene outline of the monster being kept at bay by her clothing.

With your smaller stature and Claire already towering over you, it seems even bigger than when you accidentally felt it before. You want to look away, but you can't quite seem to; the heat in your loins only seems to grow more intense, much to your internal dismay. You feel your breath catch in your throat as you swallow, your eyes staring at Claire's cock.

"But at least now you know how I feel, every time you pop a boner when I just want a cuddle," Claire laughs, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, which finally pulls your eyes away from her meaty beast.

"Right," you pant, cheeks flushed as you try to avoid Claire's penetrating gaze.

"Well, we should probably head down to get the breeding suite ready for our guest," Claire giggles.

Heading back down to the massage parlour and being in the breeding suite as Helen leaves you feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. You thought of oiling up and massaging Charlotte, making the smug bitch cum over and over, ready for Claire to knock her up and ruin any chances of getting into that fraternity. But equally you're nervous about being here, knowing you'll be around Claire and her cock, seeing it in all its glory and in the act of breeding itself.

You're feeling nervous about the prospect, mostly because you're not sure how you might react in the moment. Sure, you've been fucked before by Lexi and her friends, but this isn't the same, is it? Suddenly, you feel that nervousness you felt the first time you turned into Helen. Sadly, before you have time to come to terms with it all, you hear a knocking at the front door and the sound of Claire talking and footsteps getting closer.

"Impressive," Charlotte admits as she walks in and takes in the room in all its glory. "Oh, and what do we have here?" she adds, walking towards you. "Now what should I call you, my sweet thing?" she purrs her blue eyes admiring your new feminine form.

"Helen," you try to say calmly but it comes out as more of a squeak.

"Oh god, name your price, just let me take you home for a week or two once we're done," Charlotte begs, her expression more heartfelt than you might have expected.

"If you want to flirt and proposition Helen, you can come back tomorrow," Claire sighs, getting the Nordic Oil ready.

"At first I just suggested the pills to see if you'd do it, now I'm glad you both did," Charlotte gloats as her eyes flick between you and Claire.

"Yeah, we're both hot as hell, now get naked so we can get this show on the road," Claire demands, slapping Charlotte on the ass, causing her to almost jump on the spot.

"Yes, Ma'am," Charlotte giggles, shedding her clothing swiftly, layer by layer. With you dutifully picking them up, folding them and putting them on the shelf without being prompted.

You start the massage, eagerly slathering the Nordic Oil on your hands before rubbing it into Charlotte's soft skin. Charlotte quickly feels the effects of the oil as her breathing gets harder, and soft moans escape her lips with each touch from your hands. You dutifully rub in the oil and massage Charlotte's body. Between you and Claire, you're able to get her to cum three times before she's ready to flip over.

"Fuck, I take back all my bratty behaviour, you're both really great at your jobs," Charlotte pants.

"We haven't even gotten to the fun stuff yet," Claire states seductively.

"Speaking of which, I feel a little underdressed being the only one naked," Charlotte announces. "Why don't you both get naked, so I can see what I have to look forward to?"

"Sure thing," Claire husks, walking around the massage table and lifting your shirt above your head, revealing your perky tits.

You let out a squeal of surprise when Claire then tugs your shorts down in one swift movement, leaving you completely exposed before Charlotte.

"Very nice," Charlotte admires her eyes roaming up and down your body, drinking in every inch of your naked form.

"If you think that's impressive, wait till you see this," Claire laughs as she tugs down her shorts, her huge pillar of cockmeat springing free and making your eyes go wide as it bobs up and down mere inches from you, you see a pearly bead at her tip.

"Oh wow, someone won the X-Change lottery with that body," Charlotte quips as she sits up and stares at Claire's throbbing cock.

"Yeah, it's pretty impressive," Claire gloats with a big shit eating grin, swinging her hips side to side.

"Helen, put your hand around it, I want to see if it'll even fit in your hand," Charlotte orders.

You had no intention of touching Claire's cock, you were hoping to avoid looking at it as much as possible during the massage, in fact. Yet you can't look away, and much to your horror, you find yourself reaching out for it. Claire lets out a soft groan when she feels your hand on her cock, your delicate fingers closing around the monster and sure enough your hands aren't big enough to close all the way around it, a substantial gap between your thumb and fingers is left bare.

"Go on, what are you waiting for, Helen? Give it a stroke," Charlotte commands.

You glance up at Claire, who smiles and gives you a nod. Your hand trembles slightly as you begin to slowly pump it up and down Claire's immense shaft. You swallow hard as you feel each vein and ridge on Claire as her shaft slides up and down your palm. The heat from earlier reemerges once more, only this time you feel a wet sensation between your legs.

By now, Charlotte's slid off the massage table and is standing beside you, marvelling at the sight of you stroking Claire's cock. Suddenly, you find Charlotte's hand over yours, encouraging you to stroke faster and tighten your grip.

"Fuck Helen, how do you get anything done around here when Claire has this beast between her legs," Charlotte whispers into your ear. "I'd be bending over for it on the hour; every hour," she giggles, reaching around you with her free hand and playing with your tits.

"Oh, so good," Claire moans encouragingly.

"God, I'm so envious of you both," Charlotte husks into your ear. "Your sexy body, so pliant and fuckable," she pants, tweaking your nipple for emphasis, making you moan loudly. "Claire, so big and strong, fuck I'd let her do anything to me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you whimper automatically, panic setting in from what you just admitted. You see that pearly bead has lengthened, and has left a thin trail of precum that's ran down your hand and dripped to the floor.

"Good girl," Charlotte whispers sultrily, "it's good you know what you want," she giggles.

"As nice as this is," Claire groans. "We were in the middle of something," she adds, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder to stop you from stroking her.

"Aww, just as things were getting fun," Charlotte jokes, stepping away from you and climbing back onto the table.

"Are you ok, Helen?" Claire asks softly, causing you to look up.

"Yeah, just got a little caught up for a moment," You admit with a nervous smile.

Your mind is a little more in turmoil than you let on. One part of you is questioning what you were doing, touching Claire's huge member like that, while another part questions why you stopped. You try to push these thoughts aside for now and focus on the massage.

The motion of rubbing the Nordic Oil into Charlotte's body helps remind you of why you're here. Each time you make Charlotte cum, knowing the oil is taking effect helps rebuild your confidence in who you are and what you're doing here. A heat rising in your core as you and Claire put Charlotte through the gauntlet.

By the time you're about ready to move onto the main event, Charlotte's had an extremely respectable twelve orgasms. The one advantage you have beyond any orgasms you can make her have while she's being fucked by Claire, is that Claire should be able to cum multiple times. So the odds of knocking Claire up are still in your favour.

"Why don't you park that ass on her face, let her put that clever mouth to use, while I fuck her," Claire suggests with a smile as you scramble onto the table and start squatting down over Charlotte's face.

"Sounds good to me," you giggle, your pussy aching for attention after watching Charlotte cum for a while now.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Charlotte asks, before you're able to silence her complaints with your ass with a meaty plop, and her muffled response.

"Right, now that's taken care of, let's get to work," Claire grins as she lines her mammoth member up to Charlotte's dripping folds and starts pushing forward.

You feel Charlotte's moans vibrate through your lower body, her tongue exploring your sweet depths as you watch Claire slowly impale Charlotte on her cock intently.

Watching Claire at work is almost hypnotic, the way her thick pillar of potent prowess vanishes in and out of Charlotte. Each thrust makes Charlotte moan, which in turn vibrates your swollen clit and makes your entire pussy throb with desire.

Between the sight and sounds of Claire's rough fucking, the knowledge that Charlotte would be walking out of here pregnant, and having your pussy eaten, your orgasm sneaks up on you. You cry out in ecstasy as your pussy spasms and sprays your juices all over Charlotte's face.

Your arms go weak and you end up falling forward on top of Charlotte, you face mere inches from where Claire's cock is pounding away, you can feel her cock through Charlotte's stomach every time she hilts. Your entire body trembles from the delicious aftershocks of your sudden orgasm. You glance up at Claire, her eyes meeting yours for a moment.

"Oh fuck, cumming," Claire growls, giving Charlotte one final thrust before burying herself as deeply as she can as she begins to unload deep inside of Charlotte, her gaze never leaving your face.

This close to Charlotte's body you can almost make out the outline of where Claire's huge cock is. You place a hand on Charlotte's flat stomach and picture it swelling up with Claire's child. You hear the obscene squelching from Charlotte's pussy as Claire's excess cum starts to flow back out, with nowhere else to go.

"Oh fuck, so good," Charlotte groans around your pussy, cumming yet again.

"Fuck, not bad for the first load," Claire grunts, sliding her cock free and slapping it down on top of Charlotte's body with a wet slap, right next to your head.

Your eyes go wide as you marvel at the sight of Claire's swollen and still twitching cock, covered in a mixture of hers and Charlotte's cum. The potent smell of Claire's cum is intoxicating, musky and heady but with a slight sweet twist to it. Your head spins being this close to Claire's cum coated cock.

Without thinking, you do to Claire what she's done to help you get ready for a second round. You inch forward, open your mouth wide and you take Claire into your mouth. The taste hits you immediately, the tang of sweat, the musky, slightly chemical flavour of Claire's cum with something sweet that almost makes you look past the less pleasant flavours.

"Oh fuck, Helen, you're being such a good girl for me," Claire pants, placing a hand on your head to help guide your pace as you begin to eagerly suck her cock. You feel very flushed at the praise for some reason. And being called a good girl sends a thrill through your core, and you suck all the harder for it.

Claire strokes your hair while you continue to suck her cock, you almost forget Charlotte's in the room. At least until she speaks, "Damn, Helen, you must love sucking dick if you haven't noticed I stopped eating your pretty pussy," she emphasises this by giving your pussy a light slap, and you moan around Claire's cock.

Claire moans along with you, taking your head in both her hands and she starts thrusting gently, "So good, Helen. So good..." But she pulls your head off her cock with a wet pop.

"Sorry, was it not very good?" You ask, a trail of saliva connecting your swollen lips and her cockhead.

"No, it was amazing, too good if anything," Claire pants, taking her thick member in hand smacking Charlotte's labia a couple times and sliding it back into her cum slick cunt.

You maintain your current position, reaching forward to tease and rub Charlotte's clit, helping her cum a few more times, until Claire floods Charlotte's womb with her second load of the night. Once again without any prompting or requests, you eagerly suck Claire back to hardness, listening to the pair praise you for being such a good little cocksucker all the while.

The night finally comes to an end with Charlotte cumming a total of fifteen times, Claire four times and you a modest twice. Once Charlotte has managed to stumble bow legged and sore in the most satisfying of ways, you go to start cleaning up, but Claire stops you, scooping you up into her arms, "Oh, Helen, I'm not done with you yet. Cleaning can wait."

Flushed with desire from everything you've done, you feel incredibly warm, and Claire holding you in her arms like some damsel is not helping. Yet you say, "Well, what are you waiting for then?"

Claire's nostrils flare as she grips you tightly by your back and ass, and with determined steps carries you up to the apartment like you weigh nothing at all.

Chapter 7 - Henry currently Helen: Risk Taker

There's a strange sense of safety and comfort in Claire's arms, as she ascends the last of the stairs to the apartment, a sense of belonging. The irony being that what you were most likely heading towards is anything but safe. A point highlighted with each of Claire's steps as her hard and sticky cock presses into your ass.

However, safety is the furthest thing from your mind as Claire roughly throws you onto the bed before climbing back on top of you. Claire's lips are on yours fast, a dizzying and intoxicating feeling floods your mind as you eagerly return her passionate kisses.

Somewhere in a deep recess of your mind, a part of you screams to stop before things go too far, but the allure of Claire is far too strong. Your body's urges are far too strong to let any silly doubts get in the way of sampling every delight Claire can offer you.

Claire's kisses grow more intense and more insistent, you feel her cock pressing into your hip. A mixture of the remnants Claire's cum and Charlotte's juices mixing into your skin with each press. Each one is a poignant and potent reminder, a warning, of what is awaiting you if you continue down this path, but each warning goes ignored.

"Oh fuck, Helen, you're getting me so hot," Claire growls, her vibrant green eyes consumed with a hunger than only your body can satisfy.

Claire's lips move to your neck where she starts to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there, leaving several small bruises that will be hard to hide tomorrow. Each new hickey makes you whimper with need, powerless to resist anything Claire wants to do to you.

Claire's tall and broad form eclipses you from above, leaving you feeling more than a little helpless. A sensation that also further stokes the heat between your legs, your juices leaking down your thighs.

Soon, Claire's head moves further down your body, her soft lips planting a trail along the way, each sending a shockwave through your body as the anticipation builds. Claire bypasses your perky tits, at least with her mouth, her hands do stop to play. Each teasing twist and flick of Claire's fingers across your nipples makes you writhe in pleasure beneath her.

Just as Claire's head and lips are inches from your hot, hungry sex, she slows her movement, teasingly kissing circles around your navel. Claire's smouldering green eyes look up at you, the eye contact penetrating your mind like you crave to feel her penetrate you.

"Please Claire," you plead desperately, your pussy throbbing with a need to feel her touch.

"Please, what?" Claire husks back at you.

"Please don't stop, I need it," you whimper softly, almost ashamed to be heard.

"And what exactly is it that you need?" Claire teases.

"You," you whisper needily.

"I'm going to need that louder, Helen," Claire laughs. "Unless you want me to move my head closer to hear you better,"

"No!" you gasp in desperation. "I need you," you squeal in a half-hushed tone. "I need to feel you!" you finally declare.

"That's my good girl, Helen," Claire smiles.

In the deep recesses of your mind, another alarm from your former self goes unheard, a tiny voice pleading for you to stop before things go too far. However, a much more vocal voice in your head is enthusing about this all. The thought of being Claire's good girl and all the pleasure and delights this will bring.

This newer, more vocal part of your mindscape is vindicated when Claire moves her head further down. Her soft lips parting as she captures your swollen clit between them and begins to suckle on it. Intense pleasure floods your mind, drowning out the tiny voice entirely. Any doubts or hesitations that this wasn't right are washed away under the waves of lust of raw pleasure.

"Oh fuck," you cry out, toes curling and hips bucking as your back arches.

"Hmmm, did sucking my cock get you this wet and horny?" Claire teases taking her mouth off your clit and grinning at you.

"Yes," you pant in reply, hoping the answer will get Claire to start pleasuring you again.

"Oh wow, I didn't expect you to admit that so quickly," Claire laughs. "Is there nothing of Henry left in there?"

"Please, Claire," you beg, wiggling your hips in front of her in the hopes she'll take pity on you.

"I guess it really is just us girls here," Claire laughs, "That oil must have done a real number on you, I bet I could ask you to do anything right now."

"Please, Claire, I need it," you groan trying to push your hips towards Claire and force your pussy into her face.

"What to do, what to do?" Claire muses playfully, leaning down and planting a quick kiss on your clit.

The fleeting touch is intense but only serves to leave you hungrier for more. Thankfully, it seems for now, Claire is happy to take pity on you, or wants time to think about what she can do to you in this state. In any case her lips return to your clit, lavishing it with oral worship for a moment, before her head lowers until her lips are on your labia.

You gasp and howl in delight with each long lick from Claire, her powerful tongue drives through your folds and eagerly laps up the arousal leaking from your sex. You coo and wriggle in bliss as Claire playfully kisses and suckles on your folds, before she plunges her tongue deep into your gooey centre.

You reach up to entwine your fingers into Claire's hair, but a hand slaps it away to remind you of who is in charge here. A point reinforced as you feel a single digit teasing against your rear, trailing small circles around your tight ring of muscles of your ass. Claire's other hand is focusing on your clit. The combined results soon stoke the fires between your legs into a roaring inferno as you rocket to your second orgasm of the night, followed by a third shortly after.

"Well, I think you should be nicely warmed up for me now," Claire comments as she moves up the bed.

Still in your post orgasmic haze, you don't quite piece together Claire's intentions until you feel her thick hardness graze against your slick lower lips. Your eyes widen as you realise that in a few moments you're going to feel your first cock inside you. Your mind races with equal parts excitement and fear. You know there's something you should say, or ask, but your mind is too hazy to recall.

"Ready for me to make you my woman?" Claire asks in a sultry tone that carries an edge to it.

Your mind reaches for that detail that you can't quite recall, you know, think it was important, but it seems to float just outside of reach. You can practically picture the shape of it, square but not quite flat, some sort of ring within it. A vague memory of tearing, something metallic to the touch, but then slippery and pliant. All you can do is whimper in frustration.

"I'll take that as a yes then," Claire laughs, lifting your legs up and spreading them, your sweet lips parting like a flower before Claire's mighty mass of meat.

You feel the head of Claire's cock pressing between you slick folds, pressure slowly mounting as she slides her hips forwards. There's a brief pause as your mind makes one final reach for the idea floating just out of your reach and manages to grasp it this time. You realise it's a condom just too late, Claire's cock finally parting your folds and sinking into your pussy.

"Fuck, so tight," Claire grunts as she slowly feeds inch after inch of her monster member into your hungry hole.

"So good," you howl in response, the sensation of Claire's swollen shaft slowly sliding deeper and deeper into you is overwhelming.

Every vein, ridge and texture of Claire's colossal cock drags against sweet clusters of nerves, sending ripples of pleasure through your body. Any toy that you remember Lexi or her friends using on you pales in comparison to Claire.

"Fuck I'm going to have to take my time here, your grabbing me so tight I'll flood your pussy way too soon if I'm not careful," Claire pants as she feeds the last of her cock into you, her heavy balls coming to rest against you ass. You feel the tip of her shaft pressing into your cervix, trying to impose itself against the internal muscle to let it into your womb.

The pair of you lie together, panting heavily from pleasure as you both take a moment to grow accustomed to feeling each other. You look up into Claire's eyes and take in the sheer intimacy of the moment, as she towers above you, her huge cock gently throbbing inside you, undoubtedly leaking that same cloudy precum against the entrance to your womb.

"So how does it feel finally having a real cock inside you?" Claire teases.

"So big," you groan. "So good."

"And this is before we really get started," Claire replies with a giggle.

"Can't wait to feel it," you pant.

"Yeah, it'll be hard going back to being Henry after this, knowing what you'll be missing," Claire teases.

"What?" you question, Claire's words hitting something in your mind.

"Don't worry, by the time I'm done with you, Helen, you'll be a proper cock slut," Claire soothes, slowly pulling her hips back before thrusting back into you.

"No," you whimper.

"Shhh, it's ok, Helen," Claire soothes, "Just lie back and enjoy," she continues, her thrusts getting longer and harder. "Let Mama Claire show you this is where you really belong, this is who you were always meant to be."

Your mind begins to dwell on Claire's words, the sense that slowly but surely something within you is changing with each thrust. Is each of Claire's thrusts slowly eroding your masculinity away? Are you slowly being changed? Should you try and resist this? However, it's hard to focus on these questions when each of Claire's thrusts also brings a dizzying amount of pleasure.

You close your eyes and focus on the pleasure, the feeling of your pussy grasping at Claire's thick cock as it thunders in and out of you. You could feel that familiar heat and pressure within steadily growing once again. Your soft, feminine moans and groans of pleasure increase in volume, only spurring Claire on. You feel the heavy impact of Claire's balls slapping against your ass.

"Looks like you're getting close, Helen," Claire smiles as she continues to pound you.

"So fucking good," you mewl, the pressure and heat within you reaching boiling point.

"Good, now cum on my cock!" Claire demands.

Whether it's down to how close you were to cumming already, or the tone Claire uses, maybe even a desire on some level to please Claire by doing as she says. In any case, you find your body obeying her wishes as your muscles tense up, and you begin to cum hard.

The wonderfully warm, wet walls of your pussy tighten around Claire's thick pillar of cockmeat and begin to spasm around it, practically trying to milk it for its precious potent payload. Claire simply holds herself as deep as she can inside of you while you thrash and quiver in ecstasy against her body.

"That one felt intense." Claire giggles a few moments later when your cries of pleasure start to falter and your pussy starts to loosen its vicelike grasp on her cock.

"So good," you murmur between the heavy breaths you're taking.

"Although, you should be more careful cumming like that," Claire warns with a grin.

"But it feels so good," you laugh.

"Suit yourself, but I'd have thought with all the Nordic Oil you handled, you'd want to play it safe," Claire grins.

"I didn't handle that much of it, did I?" you reply, uncertainty creeping into your voice.

"Did you forget all that time rolling on top of Charlotte when you were sucking my cock?" Claire giggles. "Understandable if you did, you did have something much bigger on your mind, or at least in your mouth."

You take a moment to look down at your body, noticing the faint glow to your skin as parts of it jiggle as Claire continues to fuck you. It suddenly dawns on you that there's a real risk that you might be stuck as Helen if you cum too much. A sense of fear suddenly grips you, although behind the fear is an illicit thrill of getting to experience what you've made ten women experience.

"But hey, if you're happy to take the risk, I'm more than happy to try and knock you up too," Claire teases. "In fact, maybe we should use more oil just to make sure..."

Claire leans into you as she reaches for something, her cock pressing deep into you, the swollen tip digs heavily into your cervix. After a moment of rummaging, Claire leans back to reveal a bottle of Nordic Oil. The sight of it sends a shiver down your spine as the implication of having some so close at hand and what Claire could do makes you panic.

"So do you want me to do it?" Claire teases.

"No," you stammer.

"Are you sure?" Claire giggles "Because your pussy's been squeezing me really tight since I pulled the oil out."

"Please don't," you beg, although your body betrays you words, your pussy only squeezes Claire tighter.

"Awww, don't you want to stick around as Helen for longer?" Claire sings songs.

You watch Claire place the bottle of Nordic Oil on a nearby table next to a bottle of massage oil you used a few nights ago to give Claire a massage. The memory of Henry rubbing Claire's slender body felt like a distant memory in the moment.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to oil you up, make your skin as slick as this sweet pussy of yours," Claire giggles.

You watch in a mixture of fear and excitement as you watch Claire reaching for the bottle of Nordic Oil. You see her hand moving over the bottle, a long pregnant pause hands above you as her hand hovers above it.

'Oh fuck, she's really going to do it, she's going to breed me' you think to yourself, your heart racing. 'I'm going to be stuck as Helen, Claire's sweet pregnant toy,' you continue to internally panic. 'I should stop this, I should try to stop her,' you continue. 'So why the hell can't I? I don't really want this, do I?'

Your heart races, your mind wondering just what Claire will do, as you lie there unable to even try and resist. You see her hand lower towards the Nordic Oil, and you begin to accept your fate, when at the last moment Claire's hand shifts to the side and grabs the normal massage oil instead.

There's a palpable sense of relief that floods over you, as whatever the current risk is, the odds are fairly low. Claire pours the oil into her hands rubbing them together to warm the oil before starting to massage it into your skin starting with your perky tits.

"Admit it, part of you is disappointed that I didn't use the Nordic Oil," Claire giggles as she begins to start thrusting while continuing to massage the oil into your skin.

"No," you lie, your tone doesn't even sound remotely convincing to yourself, let alone Claire, which causes her to laugh.

The sensation is pleasant, although most things would be with Claire's cock so perfectly filling you. The return of the continual pleasure helps to drown out the panic and anxiety from earlier as you return and enjoy. Time fades away, lost to the sea of pleasure and lust as you revel in the wonderful carnal delights of your feminine form.

Claire continues expertly fucking you, while her hands alternating between teasing your nipples and clit. You pant and writhe in pure delight as Claire builds you to another powerful full-body orgasm.

Your body is clinging to Claire's cock, furiously milking it until she finally succumbs to your body's touch. You feel Claire's swollen cock starting to twitch violently inside of you. A sudden realisation about the real risk you were about to take if Claire cums inside you.

"Going to fill you up," Claire growls, thrusting herself as deep as she can into you.

"Wait, pull out," you plead between moans.

"Too late," She groans loudly.

You feel Claire's swollen cock begin to throb and pulse against the walls of your silky sex. Then you feel a sweet, almost imperceptible heat in your deepest depths as Claire's seed begins to erupt from her shaft. Hundreds of millions, possibly even billions, of Claire's swimmers now swarm your womb, eager to find an egg to fertilise.

"See, I told you I'd show you that you were a natural born cock slut," Claire chuckles as she positions you on the bed and spoons you, the pair of you basking in the post orgasmic afterglow.

"No, I'm not," you protest. "As much as I enjoyed this, it's just temporary."

"Alright, keep telling yourself that, but I give it a week before you're begging me to do this again," Claire laughs confidently. "I'm inside your head now, you can't forget how good this felt, the memory as deep in your mind as my cum is deep inside you right now," she purrs.

"We'll see," you retort weakly.

"The only way you don't come begging for another Pink pill is if my swimmers have already worked their magic and knocked your perfect ass up," Claire teases, groping said ass. And despite your worries about if you'll turn back tomorrow, sleep comes easily to you both.

The waiting is the worst part, after the pleasure and excitement that got you caught up in the heat of the moment fades. All you're left with is the memory and the potential fallout. The following morning, all you are left with is the dull ache between your legs as a reminder of a night well spent. The stained sheets that need washing, and the long wait to see if you turn back into Henry.

Work provides the minimum of distractions, with no customers seemingly visiting throughout the entire day. So you spend it occupying yourself with busy work, cleaning every surface, checking and rechecking inventory, anything to keep yourself distracted from the two invasive thoughts that refuse to leave your mind, no matter what you try.

There's even an ill-fated attempt to try and distract yourself with Claire's body that seems promising at first. At first your potential baby daddy is thrilled to have you between her legs worshiping her cock. However, one too many comments and teasing about pleasing the virile tool that might have knocked you up leaves you feeling nervous again.

No matter what you do, it seems you're stuck with two prevailing thoughts that leave you feeling anxious and uneasy. The first, rather unsurprisingly, is that you were potentially stuck as Helen for almost a year, and if so, you had the trials of pregnancy to confront to boot. A true baptism by fire approach to a long-term sojourn into womanhood.

Rampaging hormones, sore and swollen breasts, although admittedly the bigger boobs that can shoot milk does sound fun to an immature part of your mind. In any event, it's a huge experience to undertake and now you feel a tiny bit remorseful for forcing it on so many others. Not enough to stop wanting to do it, but definitely enough to feel a little guilty. No one said you were a saint.

The second thought is the more insidious, one that has you more worried each time it sneaks its way to the front of your mind. It's the thought of you imagining Claire's swimmers still deep inside your womb. At any moment, they might finally chance upon an egg and swarm it, with the luckiest being the one to breach it and fertilise, sealing you in this body for all those months. Would you be able to feel it, would you know that exact moment it happens?

Worst of all of this is how much the thought turns you on, your own body like a biological time bomb, ready to explode into maternity. There was no way to stop Claire's virile sperm now it's inside your womb. All you can do is helplessly stand by and wait to see if nature or luck decides if you'll experience motherhood or not.

Completely helpless, Claire dominates your body once more, with the ultimate prize of marking your womb as hers. A small piece of her, a permanent reminder of what you did growing inside of you. The thought makes you wet, and you disappear to the employee bathroom to masturbate for the eighth time today.

The truly worst part about this thought is knowing that even if fortune favours you, and you revert to Henry. You can't imagine being able to turn down a request from Claire to do it again. Hell, you can't even imagine being able to not cave to the desire to feel it all over again, just like Claire said would happen, even with this dreaded waiting period afterwards.

You might have been able to clean away all the physical evidence of the intense night together. The sheets were in the washer, your body clean from the morning shower, of the sticky remnants of that night. Yet your mind will never be able to forget how good it felt or how you crave to do it all over. The risk only seems to make the experience hotter in your mind.

The thought of playing Mommy Making Roulette with your clients is a surefire way to get your engine going, Henry or Helen's engine. Yet the thought of playing it yourself, with Claire, well, it's already ruined one pair of Claire's underwear today. You suspect two pairs if Claire is sharing the same thoughts you were, doubly so if she knew for a second you were thinking about it.

You knew it was stupid, reckless, a dangerous game with no real rewards awaiting you at the end. Yet the thought of gambling with your own biology is just one you can't quite shake. The excitement makes you tingle all over, your pussy dripping into a pair of thoroughly soiled panties at this stage.

You catch yourself dwelling on the idea again before pushing the thoughts aside, chalking them up to the X-Change Basic still in your system. Once you were Henry again, it would be just a fun and hot memory you could look back on with Claire and enjoy.

Just as you're finishing mopping the break room floor, you feel your body heating up, only this time all over, not just between your legs. For a moment, you feel a brief sense of relief wash over you, before your body reverting to its factory defaults kicks in. You hear Claire having a conversation with a customer, glad for the distraction as you mentally prepare yourself.

Thirty-seven seconds of disconcerting yet painless transformation later, and you're back as Henry, looking down at your naked body. Pulling on one of the spare uniforms and folding the clothes Claire had lent you into a neat pile.

You look down at the soiled panties and decide disposal would be the safer course. You'd rather owe Claire a new pair than possibly deal with the questions about what was on your mind to get them as stained as they were. Thankfully Claire is still talking to a customer so you're able to slip the panties into a bin and pile some other crap on top of them.

You walk back out into the front, where Claire is leaning on the counter with a red handprint on her cheek and a big grin on her face.

"What happened?" You ask.

"Charlotte popped by," Claire laughs softly. "I guess I don't quite have your softer touch with dealing with the women when they come back with complaints."

"What did you say to her?" You chuckle.

Claire's actual conversation with Charlotte had been pretty cordial, they had been discussing Cuckoo's business and then last night. However, when Claire heard you starting to shift back, the sound of bones creaking and cracking into a different shape wasn't exactly a quiet process. Claire cut the conversation short and asked Charlotte to slap her.

"She was complaining about how I ruined her life, how the fraternity won't ever let her in now," Claire lies with a smile. "So I merely pointed out that it wasn't true, they're always down to have a few easy sluts at parties."

"Yeah, that would about do it," You laugh heartily, "You couldn't have even feigned a little bit of sympathy,"

"I can fake it when I want to." Claire protests with a pout.

"Oh, can you?" You retort with a raised brow.

"Henry, it's a pleasure to see you, despite all the fun I had with Helen last night, and I'm not at all sad to see you changed back." Claire teases.

"Ouch, alright, I deserved that one, I guess," you smile. "You're really, not even a little happy to see me in my old body?"

"Maybe a little," Claire admits begrudgingly. "I think it's more what you not turning back would have meant."

"Don't remind me," you sigh. "I've been sweating that thought over right up until I changed back."

"Speaking of which, what happened to the clothes I gave you?" Claire asks.

"Mostly good, in the back I'll take them up to wash later," you rapidly respond.

"What does 'mostly good' mean, Henry?" Claire asks suspiciously.

"I owe you a pair of panties," you mumble.

"How?" Claire demands.

"I didn't get them off in time, you know, before the change." You lie, speeding through the line in the manner you do in the hopes the response will be equally as short.

Claire starts to laugh at this, the thought of your body suddenly growing and tearing the poor fabric asunder too humorous an image for her to ignore. Still, ridicule you could manage, hell with Claire, it's practically part of the charm of working with her. Anything is better than telling her you'd soaked them through thinking about being bred, or having another chance for her to breed you.

"So how's the old panty-shredding body treating you?" Claire asks once the laughter dies down into the occasional uncontrolled giggle.

"Strange, I know it should feel more familiar, but I think 24 hours is just long enough to get used to being Helen," you reply.

"Yeah, I think I get that, going to miss the extra inches when mine wears off," Claire sighs.

"I bet," You agree with a smile.

"Naturally, I was talking about my added height, but which extra inches were you thinking of, Henry?" Claire teases.

"Don't even start that," you sigh.

"Start what, Henry?" Claire asks in mock shock. "You're the one with my cock on your mind."

"I knew this was a mistake," you groan.

"Really? I don't recall you complaining at all last night," Claire counters.

"I wasn't exactly myself last night," you explain.

"Are you sure about that, Henry?" Claire coos. "It wasn't like you were on any of the mind-altering variants of X-Change," she continues with a knowing smile. "What I like and enjoy doesn't change when I pop a Purple, just my ability to fulfil those desires."

You're sure Claire is just trying to get under your skin, give you the usual good-natured ribbing and teasing, busting your balls as they'd say back in your hometown. Yet Claire's words about your desires not changing with X-Change rings with more truth than you want to admit.

The words pulling back the curtain as the intrusive thoughts about Claire having another chance to breed you surprises you. Before you could hide behind the X-Change in your system, messing with your thoughts, but here this one persists.

Your cock ironically hardens at the thought of changing back into Helen and letting Claire try and breed you again. The thought of letting her rub in more oil this time, take a little more risk, making your manhood throb.

"I'm not hearing a no," Claire coos seductively.

"Sorry, I was spacing out a bit there. What were you saying?" You reply nervously, trying your best to push the dangerous thoughts to the deepest darkest reaches of your mind.

"I was joking about maybe repeating last night again sometime," Claire smiles.

"Yeah, like that will ever happen again," you laugh, although with more nervousness than you'd care to admit.

The next week, you try your best to suppress the thoughts you were having about that night with Claire. The vivid dreams you were having, allowing you to relive the experience, definitely weren't helping. The more you try and push it all down and forget about it, the more it seems to recur.

You could be in the middle of one of your stamina training sessions, balls deep inside of Claire's sweet body and somehow in the back of your mind, you're imagining the positions reversed. The whole thing is starting to get to you; Claire's daily teases are getting harder to shrug or laugh off like usual.

Things come to a head when you manage to fumble the opportunity to breed another X-Change girl, Claire finds. In your excitement, you name the oil, including that it was a fertility blend, which is more than enough to make the woman pass on the opportunity.

"Henry, what the hell was that?" Claire demands that you're both back in the apartment.

"Sorry, I got overexcited." You apologise, rubbing your forehead.

"Bullshit, you've been acting weird all week, Henry," Claire complains. "What is going on?"

"It's nothing, just a few off days," you weakly reason.

"Henry, I love you, but we've known each other long enough for me to know you're tiptoeing around the issue, so save us both the weeks it'll take and just tell me," Claire commands.

"Alright fine," you sigh heavily.

"Finally, let's hear it then," Claire says expectantly.

"I've been having dreams about that night," you admit, preparing yourself for the response.

"Oh," Claire replies in disbelief, unable to find any follow-up to your admission due to how unexpected it was to her. "Fuck," she eventually contributes.

"Yeah," you agree, the pair of you sitting in silence for a minute, taking in your admission.

"So I've been all you can think about?" Claire asks, but not in her usual teasing manner.

"Yeah, as much as I wish I could deny it, dismiss the whole thing as a wild night," you begin, "I just can't. That night, what we did, what I experienced..."

"Eye-opening?" Claire guesses.

"Yeah, you can say that," you concur, shaking your head and smiling weakly at Claire.

"Honestly, as fucked up as it is, it's honestly kind of sweet, at least to me," Claire giggles softly. "Knowing I rocked your world that well."

"Yeah, laugh it up," you grumble. "You might as well, I've tried ignoring the thoughts all week, and we saw how that ended today."

"Plenty of other X-Change sluts to knock up, we'll get them next time," Claire reassures, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"So, what now?" You ask, not sure what to do.

"Well, talking about it usually helps, so we can start there, I guess?" Claire offers.

"What's there to even talk about?" You sigh, hoping to avoid what you were dreading would come next.

"What exactly did you enjoy about that night? Specifically, why do you think you can't stop thinking about it?" Claire suggests with a sly smile. Seemingly pleased to have found a way to torment you and fish for compliments at the same time.

So you lay it all out for her, everything, the sex and how much more intense it felt compared to any of your other experiences on X-Change. The risk and breeding aspect of it, and how that only serves to heighten the pleasure. How the thought of doing it again and pushing the risk further gets you rock hard.

"It could be that you're a bit of a Sub and you enjoyed being physically dominated by my Purple body?" Claire posits

"It's possible," you agree. "Some of my more enjoyable experiences with Lexi and her friends were her being in full control."

"Or it could be that your breeding kink runs so strong you don't care if you're on the giving or the receiving end of it?" Claire suggests with a smile.

"Yeah, I have considered that," you agree. "Considered a lot of things, truth be told."

"Oh, like what?" Claire asks with a grin.

Without saying a word, you stand up, reaching up for the top of the fridge, and after a few moments of futile groping, your fingers feel the bag. Carrying the bag down, you open it and place the X-Change Basic Pink pack on the kitchen table.

"Oh, wow," Claire grins as her green eyes look up at you.

"I take it you have a spare Purple on hand somewhere?" You enquire.

"Always, I tend to buy them by the dozen in the spirit of honesty," Claire replies with a big grin. "So are we going to do this again?"

"It might be the only way I get a peaceful night's sleep again," you joke with a smile.

"Right, anything else you want me to prepare?" Claire asks with a smile. "Some sexy lingerie, some toys?"

"Do we still have that bottle of Nordic Oil, up here?" You ask nervously.

"Oh, Henry, that's a very dangerous question to ask," Claire grins menacingly.

"Well, I did cost us a chance to breed someone on X-Change. It's only fair that I take one for the team and offer the same," you reply with a soft chuckle.

"So you're trusting me with your fertility and masculinity?" Claire enquires, her green eyes twinkling with possibility.

"I am," you confirm, feeling a nervous energy starting to bubble in your stomach.

A few minutes later, you're once more lying on your bed, the smaller frame of Helen making it feel much roomier. You feel your heart racing, knowing the risk you'll be taking is going to be much higher this time. An increasingly vocal part of your mind is screaming for you to back out while you still can.

However, you remain where you are for all the doubt, fear and anxiety running rampant in your mind, there's a stronger, more powerful force that drowns them out. Lust, excitement, insatiable horniness, whatever you label it, it's the reason your pussy's swollen and throbbing in anticipation.

When Claire emerges from the bathroom, all six plus feet of her amazonian form, your heart skips a beat as you take in her radiance. Dressed in a black corset lingerie set, complete with stockings and heels, adding to her stunning, statuesque stature. Her enticingly engorged cock obscenely tents the delicate lacy lingerie. Claire looks like the domineering mistress you never knew you wanted.

"Wow," you gasp hoarsely.

"Figured you'd appreciate the effort," Claire smiles seductively.

"I do appreciate it, you look like a goddess," you reply.

"Goddess, now that I could get used to," Claire laughs. "So, worth the wait?" she adds, slowly turning in a circle so you can fully appreciate her body and how well presented it is.

"Like you even have to ask," you giggle.

"I know, but I want to hear you say it," Claire commands.

"Utterly breathtaking," you offer with a smile.

"That's my good girl," Claire coos with a smile. "Keep this up, and maybe I'll help you pick out some sexy lingerie and help you learn how to turn heads and drop jaws like I can."

"That sounds tempting, but will I need either of those?" you reply with a nervous laugh.

"Sure, you'll be spending a lot more time in that body when I knock you up," Claire confidently states, taking a few steps towards you.

"If you knock me up," you counter with a nervous laugh.

"Sure, if that's what you need to believe," Claire smiles, her grin and eyes regarding you like a hungry wolf might regard a lost lamb as she walks closer.

"You won't go too far tonight, will you?" you ask nervously.

"No more questions," Claire grins as she leans over and spanks you on the ass, the force sending a stinging pain through the soft cheek and a vibration of pleasure through your dripping pussy.

You're about to ask Claire again just how far she's planning to take things tonight, but then you feel something trickle onto your back. For a brief moment, the liquid is cool, but rapidly warms to the perfect temperature, a sensation you know all too well. The sense of panic begins to grow within you as Nordic Oil pools on your back, before Claire's hands begin to massage it into your skin firmly.

You feel the oil's effects almost immediately, feeling your body warming and your skin tingling. An intense feeling of arousal washes over you, you feel your nipples harden in moments, causing them to brush teasingly against the bed covers with each movement of your body. Everywhere Claire touches you radiates intense pleasure, almost as if your entire body has been turned into one giant clit for her to pleasure you with.

You quickly find yourself moaning like a needy slut that's been deprived of sex for too long and aches to enjoy every second of the erotic intimacy. You feel that familiar heat rapidly building from within, your toes curling and body tensing before you find yourself cumming, just from having your back massaged.

"Oh wow, that was fast, are you that eager for my cum?" Claire teases, her hand moving up to your shoulders.

"Oil," you pant back between heavy moans as you're still in the throes of your first orgasm.

"You sure it's all the oil?" Claire questions as she works her thumbs into your shoulder blades. "None of our other mothers-to-be were this reactive to it, so why are you so different?" Claire coos in your ear.

Despite still being in the midst of your first orgasm of the night, you can already feel that heat and pressure within you rapidly building again. Your entire body is a lightning rod attracting pleasure, each of Claire's touches like a powerful bolt of pleasure that makes your knees weak. Her breathy taunts are like the low rolling thunder as you're swept up in the storm.

"Wanna know what I think?" Claire whispers seductively into your ear. "I think it's because you know what each orgasm means," she continues. "Knowing each one is another shovel of coal powering the baby train, next stop motherhood," Claire giggles in your ear.

You want to argue, you want to tell Claire she's wrong, it's the risk you're getting off on. But between the combination of Claire's touch and her whispered words about your impending journey to motherhood, your second orgasm hits.

"Yeah, I thought so, better start thinking of baby names," Claire giggles as she continues her massage.

Claire drags you through three more orgasms, hardly giving you time to recover from one before you crash into the next. You start to wonder if she would stop, knowing each orgasm twists the odds more in favour of ensuring she would knock you up. However, just as you feel yourself approaching the edge of your sixth orgasm, Claire stops massaging you.

For a brief moment, you start to think Claire might have just been teasing about actually breeding you. Perhaps her words were just meant to rile you up, make you nervous about being her soon-to-be pregnant plaything. However, you realise how wrong you are when Claire rolls you onto your back and pours more Nordic Oil directly onto your body.

"There we go, more of the good stuff," Claire husks, "Got to ensure you're nice and fertile for me."

You feel the oil seeping into your body as Claire massages it into your skin, the warmth spreading through, making you once more incredibly sensitive to Claire's touch. You watch as the Amazonian redhead towers above you, a huge triumphant smile on her face as she gazes down at you. Her hands move up and cup your perky tits, your nipples graze against the oil coated palms of her hands making you dizzy with pleasure.

"Can't wait to see these swell with milk," Claire laughs, "Maybe I'll keep breeding you, and we can see just how many cup sizes I can make you grow."

You simply mewl in pleasure in response, you can articulate yourself, still out of your grasp, with your mouth too busy vocalising your pleasure. Claire's emerald eyes gaze down at you as she revels in how helpless you are in her hands.

"I thought about maybe keeping you barefoot and pregnant, I already have you pretty domesticated even as Henry," Claire laughs. "The thought it very appealing, coming home to you each day, fucking another baby into you," Claire continues stroking your cheek affectionately.

Claire's words cut through the lust fog clouding your mind, finally giving you your voice back. "Please," you beg.

"Oh, don't worry, Helen, I said I thought about it, that's all," Claire grins "No, I think you'll be much better as my partner in crime, becoming a full member of the Cuckoos, helping me and the rest of us spread our seed as far and wide as possible," Claire concludes biting down on her bottom lip.

"Why?" you gasp, feeling your body tingling as you ride the edge of your sixth orgasm.

"Because we're so alike," Claire replies with a soft and warm laugh as she tenderly caresses your face. "You want what I want, or at least enough overlap to be interesting."

"Because we breed?" You guess.

"Yes, exactly," Claire agrees. "You know I'm honestly a little jealous you find the thrill of being bred as exhilarating as being the breeds," Claire continues. "I think that's why I don't want to let you go,"

"Really?" you manage to croak.

"I want you by my side, as Helen, Helen on Purple, or even as Henry if you want to," Claire declares with a proud grin. "It doesn't matter to me, as long as we can work together to breed as many X-Change sluts as we can," Claire explains, cupping your face and leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

The intimate act is simple yet powerful, you feel a sense of belonging in Claire's arms, a comfort you couldn't quite recall feeling anywhere else. One that dispels any fears or doubts still lingering around in your consciousness. Suddenly, everything feels right.

"Sure, you might spend some of the time carrying our children, but who knows, maybe I'll even end up carrying yours in me," Claire says softly, leaning down and giving you a peck on the lips.

"Sounds wonderful," you agree.

"Good, now lie back and let me finish up my massage, before I get too hot and bothered and ravage you before you're nice and fertile for me," Claire husks into your ear.

You do as you're told, something that also makes you feel good in the back of your mind and simply enjoy the sensation of it all. The way the Nordic Oil makes your skin warm and tingle, the warm rush travels through your body and coalesces in your core. Claire's touch rapidly brings you to orgasm again and again.

The Oestrogen boosters in your body continue to busy themselves by helping your body reach optimal conditions for conception. Each orgasm, awakening more to jump to the task of unravelling the inbuilt defences of X-Change Basic.

"Alright, ten will have to do as a start, I can't hold back any longer," Claire growls, pulling the lacy Lingerie to one side and allowing her sizeable, swollen shaft to slip free, followed by the two heavy balls.

"Is it finally time?" you gasp, still in the wonderful afterglow of your tenth intense orgasm.

Claire doesn't even reply, shuffling onto the bed and teasing her swollen crown against the flushed red lips of your labia. You gasp and groan as you feel Claire teasing her shaft up and down your slit. You feel the thick, bulbous head of Claire's massive manhood pressing towards the slick inner folds of your sex. The pressure barely has time to mount before the tip of Claire's cock pops inside.

You let out a low hiss of pleasure as Claire begins to slide herself into your slick, sweltering heat. The swollen shaft is squeezing into you, leaving you feeling nicely stretched around the pleasurable intruder. The feeling is more than enough to trigger your eleventh orgasm as you squirt on Claire's colossal cock as it continues to sink deeper into you.

"Mmmmm, that's a good girl, squirt on my cock," Claire laughs as she strokes your face while you writhe beneath her. "Get yourself extra fertile for me, so I can fuck Henry away for nine months."

You pant and howl in delight, Claire's taunts barely registering as you feel Claire force the last few inches of her mighty member into you. The tip of her cock oozing precum into your cervix, getting it nice and lubricated for the potent payload it intends to deposit.

Unlike before where Claire took her time to let you adjust to her sheer size, Claire wastes no time in starting to fuck you. Her hips pull back, and you feel yourself suddenly feeling empty as Claire's cock slips free.

However, the moment is short-lived when Claire thrusts herself forward, slamming the full length of her sizable shaft into you in one single movement. The head of her cock slams into your cervix like a battering ram demanding entrance to your womb.

Claire repeats this motion over and over, the pleasure thankfully dwarfing the discomfort of her brutal strokes. Your poor cervix gets pounded, each heavy impact of Claire's cock slobbers more precum onto the tight ring of muscle, like an overenthusiastic teen making out for the first time.

You cum a twelfth time some minutes into this brutal pounding, much to Claire's delight as she holds herself deep inside you. The spasming walls of your soaking wet pussy start to squeeze her shaft eagerly trying to milk it for the potent cargo brewing in her overfull balls.

"Careful now, Helen, too many orgasms like that and you'll guarantee I knock you up," Claire taunts.

All you can do is howl and writhe in pleasure, unable to resist the delights of Claire's Purple monster as she rails you. The feeling of her heavy, swollen balls slamming into your soft rear, each impact a solid reminder of their potent cargo that will soon be inside you.

"Fuck, Helen, I can't decide if I want to breed you now and take my chances, or edge myself with your perfect pussy until you're guaranteed to end up pregnant," Claire growls as she continues her rough pace.

You pant and groan in pleasure, your mind clouded with a thick, heavy fog from all the pleasure. You've lost count of how many orgasms you've had; you don't think it's more than a couple since Claire first entered you, but it could easily be dozens, and you'd have no way of knowing.

"Luckily for me, I don't have to pick, I can just blow my load deep into that unprotected womb of yours, then keep fucking you until I'm ready to go again, and again," Claire pants into your ear.

With this Claire's breathing grows more raged, her thrusts just that little bit more erratic as he cock begins to twitch dangerously inside you. You lie back and wait for that sweet moment, blissfully unaware of the difference between your first time with Claire and this time.

Unlike last time, there was no Charlotte to help drain her balls several times. This time, there's only you to take responsibility for emptying Claire's huge, swollen sacks.

"Fuck, going knock you up with this one, I can feel it," Claire grunts loudly as she gives you one final thrust. The tip of her cock slamming into your cervix, the tight muscle practically moulded to the shape of Claire's cock.

You feel Claire's cock starting the throb heavily, you can practically feel the heat of her thick cum through her shaft as it fills the shaft. There's a long pregnant pause as the throbbing stops before the cock suddenly pulses and lurches within you as it erupts. A thick fountain of creamy cum rockets into your womb, impacting with such force you can feel the hot sticky liquid hitting your insides.

Each heavy eruption fills your womb, billions of Claire's eager swimmers spreading out, eager to find an egg to fertilise and seal in Helen's body for months to come. Claire's orgasm seems endless, your womb so full with Claire's potent cum, and with Claire's cock acting like a plug, your body begins to expand. No fewer than twenty eruptions and your belly is slightly swollen, resembling someone in their first few months of pregnancy.

"Fuck, that's hot," Claire grunts looking down and placing a hand on your swollen stomach. "Like looking into the future, isn't it?" She teases.

"So full," You groan, placing your hands on your bulging belly.

"Ah, there's more room, that was just the first load, after all," Claire laughs.

Claire rolls you onto your stomach, the movement causing the cum into your womb to slosh around inside you, the feeling is disconcerting but also strangely arousing. Helping you onto your arms and knees, so she can fuck you from behind. Each impact of Claire's body against your ass causes the cum to slosh around inside you.

Once again, you lose track of time, getting lost in the thick fog of lust and pleasure. Only briefly breaking through when another orgasm hits you, or Claire wants to make sure you can hear what she has to say.

You're completely oblivious to how many orgasms you have in total, although you were very aware of the two more Claire had. The slight bulge in your stomach where your womb has been inflated with cum is much more pronounced, giving you the look of someone heavily pregnant.

With the sheer volume of cum, and the Oestrogen boosters surely hitting the critical point to ensure you've ovulated maybe even more than once, your pregnancy should be all but assured. One of the many billions of virile sperm Claire filled you with is bound to hit its mark and start the biological process.

Unlike the first time Claire fucked and inseminated you, where there's the dreaded wait to see if you'd turn back or not. This time, when you wake up feeling quite sanguine about the whole thing. There's little doubt in your mind that somewhere in your body, a small part of Claire is already starting to slowly grow.

The thought alone should terrify you, but honestly, the more you dwell on it, the more you feel a sense of excitement about growing a new life in your body. You start to wonder if this might be a very early case of pregnancy hormones making you think this way, but in any case, you feel a sense of joy about it all.

You look over at Claire, who's still sleeping and feel a sense of pride that she chose you to be her baby momma. Sure, she'd knocked women up before, but not as openly as she has with you. You know the pregnancy will be tough, but looking at Claire, you can't imagine someone you'd rather have by your side to go through it with.

You cuddle up next to Claire, resting your head on her shoulder, and one of Claire's strong arms reaches over and holds you close to her. You enjoy the warmth of her strong body, the way her chest rises and falls with her rhythmic breathing. Not even the pungent scent of stale sex and sweat that dominates the room can disturb the comforting feeling of being next to Claire.

"Morning," Claire yawns as she finally rouses from her slumber. "This is a nice way to wake up," she comments, giving you a reassuring squeeze with the arm wrapped around you.

"Definitely something I could get used to, and with all that cum you pumped into me, I might have to," you reply with a soft laugh.

"Not freaking out about possibly being pregnant?" Claire asks softly, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek.

"No, honestly, lying here this morning, I'm kind of excited about the idea," you reply with a giggle.

"I'd say who are you and what have you done with Henry, but I think I'm more qualified to answer that," Claire laughs, the laughter warm and soothing.

"I'd say, you've got me aching in places, I don't think most women know exist, let alone a lowly X-Change slut like me," you smile.

"Don't call yourself that." Claire replies with a grin. "You're not a lowly X-Change slut, you're my personal favourite X-Change slut," Claire giggles.

"Well as your favourite X-Change cumdump, I was hoping you could help me out with some things," you ask with a big smile.

"Fuck, hearing you call yourself names like that, I think I might need a favour first," Claire replies, rolling on top of you, her cock poking insistently into your body.

"I'd love to, but it might have to just be my mouth this morning, you really wore my poor pussy out last night," you offer with a smile.

"A victim of my success," Claire jokingly laments, "A blowjob definitely sounds tempting but having been on the other end of that offer, I'll do you a solid and wait until after we've showered,"

"Sounds fair, besides odds are we'll be celebrating tonight anyway, so hopefully my pick whichever set of lips you want me to worship you with," grinning as you say it.

The pair of you jump in the shower, enjoying soaping each other's bodies. Your hands get their first real chance to explore Claire's Amazonian purple body as you lather her up. You're even able to give Claire a quick relief in the shower, by jerking her off while you were claiming to just be cleaning her cock.

"So I think we're both in agreement about having a lazy day and not opening the shop." Claire begins as you start to clean up the bowls from breakfast.

"If anything, I was hoping we could go to Paradise Mall," you say.

"Oh, got something you need to pick up?" Claire asks with an excited tone.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'll need a new wardrobe, including some maternity clothes, plus all the other toiletries and essentials Helen should have," you explain with a soft laugh. "Why, were you hoping I was going to say Lingerie?"

"Yeah, I was," Claire admits with a soft laugh.

"Well, if you do well helping me pick out clothes that will be comfy as well as sexy, then I'm sure we can try and find something nice for you to ravish me in," you laugh.

So you spend the next few hours chatting and shopping with Claire, the entire experience is enjoyable, if not eye-opening, for both of you. There were many mysteries of maternity you both wished were still mysteries, but at least now you have a good feeling about what will be in store for you.

You share a moment of outrage about how much markup there is on women's gentle razors compared to the ones you normally buy. Your mind is baked by the end of your in-depth lesson into the world of makeup, with Claire promising you that it'll make sense when you start wearing it and seeing it in action.

You pick out a few perfumes you and Claire like the smell of on your body, several outfits ranging from casual to a dress that, on you, renders Claire speechless. With underwear, you learn the discomfort of bras although, at least with your cup size, you have more choice than some of the more well-endowed women. You also grab a few different pairs of shoes, with Claire laughing when you claim that four pairs will be enough.

Maternity outfits you browse but hold off buying for now, since you should be able to go a few months wearing your other outfits. You give Claire free rein to go into the lingerie shop and buy something she wants to see you in.

You take a moment to rest on a bench, clutching all the bags of your purchases before making one final stop at Blockbuster. Picking up a movie for you both to snuggle up on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. You order a couple of pizzas, and once they arrive, you cuddle up and watch the movie.

"You know you're going to have to start remembering you don't need as much food," Claire laughs as she watches you struggle to eat your pizza.

"It's fine, I'm eating for two now, right?" you groan in return.

"Yeah, I suppose you are," Claire replies, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek before placing a hand on your flat stomach, a look of pure joy on her face. A look that makes your heart race as you find your body heating up with pride.

Or at least that's what you thought was causing the heat, when you start to feel your stomach churn, you quickly jump up and dash to the bathroom. You splash some water on your face, but nothing seems to cool you down, and the churning in your body seems to spread.

Suddenly, you find your perspective lurching, and for a brief moment, you think you're about to pass out, but there's no pain. You close your eyes and try to focus, hoping whatever this is will pass.

"Helen, is everything ok in there?" Claire asks with a soft tone. "Was it too much pizza at once?" she asks teasingly.

"No," you grunt, your voice sounding hoarse and strained.

"Helen, what's the matter?" Claire asks, her tone shifting from soft and reassuring to concerned.

You hear the door rattle as Claire tries to open it, but your body is resting against the door, and is much heavier and hairier than it had been moments ago. You pull yourself up and stand back from the door, Claire almost bursting through it the moment your weight is off it.

You turn around and look at Claire, shock on her face. "I don't understand, I was certain I was pregnant," you say sorrowfully, slumping down onto the toilet.

Once the initial shock has worn off, Claire pushes through her own feelings on seeing you in your old body when she recognises the sadness on your face. She walks over and pulls you into an embrace.

"It's ok, Henry," Claire says soothingly, as you feel tears welling up in your eyes. A rush of conflicting emotions suddenly swarms your mind, leaving you feeling overwhelmed and glad to have Claire by your side.

"I was so prepared for it all, looking forward to it," you explain, feeling a sudden overwhelming sense of disappointment in your core.

Yesterday, you would have considered this result dodging one hell of a bullet, but having spent the day with Claire. Everything you'd bought for a life you now suddenly weren't living, and it leaves you feeling empty.

"It's ok, Henry, it's been a long day, we both made assumptions, we should have thought to wait for the full 24 hours before making plans," Claire explains softly, placing a reassuring hand on your knee.

Claire continues to comfort you over the next hour, stopping briefly when her own pill wears off. It feels like you go through all the stages of grief for the life you thought you'd have with Claire.

"Are you sure we shouldn't just buy me another pill and try again?" You ask softly as you cuddle with Claire and watch the last of the movie you rented.

"If that's what you really want, Henry," Claire says reassuringly. "But at the moment, you're still disappointed by the unexpected change," she explains.

"Trust me to be the one guy in Summer City to be disappointed to change back instead of changing into a girl," you joke with a weak smile.

"You always were special," Claire teases."Just promise me you'll sleep on it for a few days, give yourself some time to adjust, and if you still want to do it, we will," Claire offers with a smile.

"You're the best," you simply reply with a smile.

"I know, but you're not so bad yourself," Claire replies.

You take the next few days as you promised Claire you would, and sure enough, the disappointment of being Henry instead of Helen fades. You contemplate returning all the clothes you bought, but figure that since Claire has more or less the same proportions as Helen, that maybe you could just hold on to them.

Or at least that's the reason you chose to believe.

Chapter 8 - Compliant and Messy (Mis)Conceptions

It's been about a week since you and Claire were surprised by the transformation back into Henry, and on the surface, things seem normal. You expected things to be weirder between you and Claire, after all, you were very nearly her baby mama.

However, Claire seems completely unaffected by your close call with motherhood. Almost as if it hadn't happened. Claire is carrying on like you hadn't had all those conversations about where a crib could go, or potential names. The fact that Claire hasn't even teased you once about being Helen or your close call with being knocked up is the one thing that doesn't sit right with you.

You were back to being Henry, giving massages and ensuring the clients leave more than happy by the end. You spend your evenings with Claire alternating between training, continuing to renovate the massage shop, and just hanging out. It's all sickeningly normal. You feel like, as Henry, you're just going through the motions, aimlessly drifting without a purpose.

You have half a wardrobe filled with maternity clothes, the rest of it filled with outfits you picked out as Helen. You know you should take it back to Paradise Mall, but each time you plan to, something stops you.

The following day, you sat in the massage parlour, making small talk with Claire about possible meals you could make tonight. The doorbell goes, and you glance up and see Samantha. Her warm smile, glowing complexion and the sight of her swollen belly finally breaking through the dense fugue that's been making everything feel hollow.

"Hey Samantha, looking extra sexy today," Claire smiles.

"Thank you," Samantha giggles. "Although I don't think you'll be saying that for too much longer as I continue to grow,"

"Yeah, we will, we've both got a thing for pregnant women, haven't we, Henry?" Claire grins.

"Definitely," you reply, walking over and placing a hand on Samantha's shoulder, leaning in and kissing her on the lips, which makes Samantha giggle and her brown eyes twinkle.

"Admit it, it's just the bigger boobs, isn't it?" Samantha laughs as your hands begin to wander over her body.

"They certainly sweeten the pot, but I think we both like the full package, right, Henry?" Claire replies in a playful tone.

"I think Henry's a little distracted," Samantha purrs, as you start to cup and fondle Samantha's swollen sweater stuffers.

"Has his hands, oh so full, honestly, I'm pretty jealous," Claire sighs.

"Well, there's more of me to go around these days, maybe you can join us?" Samantha teases while you continue to fondle her body in the open shamelessly.

"Tempting, very tempting, but I think Henry needs this; he's been a bit down in the dumps this last week," Claire replies with a sigh as she openly admires Samantha's body.

"Rain check?" Samantha asks with a smile.

"Definitely," Claire confirms.

"Alright, come along now, Henry, otherwise you'll make Claire jealous," Samantha giggles, taking hold of you by the arm.

"Have fun, you two," Claire laughs as she watches Samantha practically drag you into the massage room.

Being with Samantha and seeing her body swollen with your child is like suddenly having colour back in the world. You now realise that you've been stuck in a funk since turning back into Henry, like all your senses had been dulled. Food didn't taste as good as it should, music didn't move you or your body. Even your intimate acts with clients or Claire felt distant and less enjoyable. It was like your whole body was in a condom, robbed of a sense of purpose and closeness.

Yet right now, with Samantha, things made sense again. your entire body was starving for all the sensations that were muted, and Samantha is the perfect meal to indulge them.

You press your lips to hers, the taste of her lips sweet and divine, her body curvaceous and swollen from the pregnancy, giving your fingers and hands so much more canvas to explore. Her skin is silky smooth, warm and oh so inviting to touch. Her scents, a mixture of her mango body wash, exotic shampoo and that scintillating aroma of her arousal, send your olfactory senses into meltdown.

You knew you should be massaging Samantha, pampering your baby mother, soothing her aches and pains from hormones wreaking havoc with her body. The miracle of life doesn't come cheap, and you're supposed to be a beacon of calm and relaxation for her to enjoy.

Yet you can't control yourself, like a starving beast, all you can think about is consuming everything before you. You ache to worship Samantha like your personal fertility goddess. Fortunately for you, Samantha is just as happy to be ravished by you as you are to ravish her.

"Mmmm someone can't get enough of me," Samantha purrs as you feast on her nipples eagerly sucking on them in the hopes to get a drop of the milk they'll eventually swell with. "Sorry, only just a tiny bit of leakage at the moment, maybe in a few weeks you can drink me,"

Samantha laughs and runs her fingers through your hair as you continue to suckle on her huge tits like your life depends on it. Reaching back and undoing the straps on her dress, to allow it to fall away when you inevitably get too impatient and try to tear her clothes off her.

Once you've quadruple-checked that there's no milk to be found in either of Samantha's boobs, you tug at her dress. The light fabric thankfully falls rather than tears, thanks to Samantha's foresight, leaving you free to kiss your way down her body.

You pause briefly to stare at the swollen belly, where the fusion of your DNA and Samantha's is rapidly dividing into a new life. The poignancy of it all gives you a brief respite from the insatiable hunger, as you gently place your hand on Samantha's belly, Samantha resting her hand atop of yours and looking down at you with a smile so warm you feel your body start to melt under it.

However, soon your all-consuming hunger returns, and your head sinks lower down, until your eye level with the sweet folds that started this all. The very same soft velvety lips that led you to this point, helped you discover your love of breeding, both sides of it. Much like any significant holy site, it deserves a proper display of worship and reverence.

The angle is awkward, but you don't let that stop you, as you move your head between Samantha's legs and press your face up into her sweet sex. Her juices coating your face, as your tongue presses between her folds and begins to lap and lick. Samantha has to use one arm to keep herself balanced as you begin to worship her pussy.

Each flick of your tongue brings a sweet symphony of moans and squeals of pure delight from Samantha. Each drop of her sweet nectar that flows into your mouth spurs you on. Your vision narrows until your entire focus is on Samantha's precious pussy, you alternate between sinking your tongue into her depths and teasing her clit.

You're not even sure at what point your fingers got involved, but you know you've made your goddess cum at least three times. Each orgasm showers your face with her sweet squirting praise and makes you want to worship her harder. You're about to go for a fourth when a firm hand presses against your head and makes you stop and look up.

"Easy there, tiger, too much more of that and I'll fall on top of you." Samantha pants, her legs giving a warning tremble as if to prove her point.

"Sorry," You reply, your breathing heavy as you start to feel the exertion of this awkward pose, your mind is tuning out.

"No need to apologise, a man who finds me so irresistible they almost make me collapse with pleasure is an incredible compliment in my book," Samantha laughs softly. "Now help me to the table, I want to ride that beast that bred me."

"Yes, Ma'am," You grin, standing up and helping Samantha's wobbly legs walk to the massage table.

A little more aware of your surroundings, you quickly strip and lie back on the massage table, helping Samantha climb up. She lowers herself down, her sweet slippery folds parting with ease around your solid shaft, the pair of you groan in unison as Samantha impales herself on your cock.

"Fuck I needed this," Samantha groans as she wiggles her hips side to side and enjoys the feeling of you how full you make her pussy.

"Me too," You groan, reaching up and placing a hand on Samantha's swollen belly.

"Still admiring your handiwork, are we?" Samantha laughs, the laughter causing her muscles to squeeze around your thick throbbing mass.

"Hard not to," You grunt, "I love pregnant women,"

"Women, are there others like me, you haven't told me about?" Samantha teases, grinding herself in small circles and enjoying the feeling of your cock brushing the deepest depths of her pussy.

"Just a few," You find yourself admitting. Between the pleasure of being inside Samantha and your excitement at enjoying your life again, you speak without thinking.

"Oh wow, I was joking," Samantha replies, sending a wave of panic through you as you fear the worst, but then Samanth begins to bounce herself up and down on your cock. Which would be an unusual move for someone about to get angry or deeply upset.

"Turns out I might have a thing for breeding," You confirm with a nervous laugh.

"Fuck that's hot," Samantha hisses, her bouncing intensifying. "How long has that been a kink of yours?" she purrs.

"Pretty recently, in fact not until you told me the big news," You reply between moans, the feeling of Samantha's sweet tightly gripping your cock as she rises and falls over and over making your toes curl.

"Oh shit, so the other pregnant women were after me then?" Samantha asks, her breathing picking up in pace as she begins to ride you harder. Samantha guides your hands from her pregnant belly to her hips to encourage you to start meeting her bounces.

"Yeah, do you like the idea of me breeding other girls?" You ask, starting to get a feel for how excited this is getting, Samantha.

"That depends, were they X-Change girls like me?" She purrs.

"Yeah," You confirm.

"Oh fuck, that's so hot," Samantha growls, her bouncing getting faster and harder. "So were they accidents like me?"

"No," You groan

"Fucking cumming," Samantha howls, slamming herself down on you, her sweet silky walls clamping down on your cock like a vice and squeezing it for all it's worth.

The rhythmic milking of her sex pulls you over the edge with her as you begin to flood her pregnant pussy with your cum. With her womb closed for reproductive business, your thick creamy cum quickly overflows Samantha's pussy. Each wild throb of your erupting cock, causes the earlier eruptions to be pushed out. Both your bodies are quickly turning into a sticky mess from your orgasms.

You hold Samantha tightly as the pair of you come down from the orgasm, the pair of you breathing heavily as she lies on top of you, a big smile on her face.

"Well, that was wild," You offer with a soft laugh.

"Wasn't expecting your kink to excite me as much as it did," Samantha laughs.

"Tell me about it, I thought you were going to rip my dick off when I blurted out what I did, and you still almost did, but in the fun way," you joke with a goofy smile.

"I thought I would be mad, but it's not like we have anything or made any promises to each other, hell, I know exactly what your job entails," Samantha states softly. "Then I thought about someone else like me, and I dunno it just make my clit fucking throb,"

"I can tell, you sound like you're getting ready for round two already," You reply, kissing Samantha on the lips.

"So I gotta know," Samantha half mumbles as you refuse to let go of his lips. "Did you figure out the pregnancy trick before me, or because of me?" Samantha asks

"Because of you," You reply, kissing Samantha again, blood already responding to the return call to your cock. "Turns out it was that fancy oil."

"That makes sense, that massage was so much more intense than the others," Samantha says, reaching down and stroking your sticky shaft as it begins to stir back to life for round two. "So, how does it work? You use the oil, fuck and hope for the best?"

"Nah, tried that and it didn't seem to work, Claire figured out a much better plan," you groan.

"Oh, so Claire, in on this too?" Samantha husks, her hands around your shaft becoming more forceful and insistent.

"Yeah, she talks to them first, finds the right girl to target and invites them for a special massage with both of us," you reply with a soft groan.

"Is she your sexy little breeding assistant?" She asks excitedly. "Have you tried using the oil with her, and knocking her up too?"

"Yes and no," you groan, your cock now rockhard in Samantha's grip, but the way she's stroking you feels much better than just a hand on your cock has any right to.

"Oh, now you have to explain?" Samantha giggles excitedly, her hand expertly shifting and switching its grip on you. Each swirl and flick of her slender digits sends dizzying amounts of pleasure through you.

"Yes, I've tried to breed her, she lets me fuck her raw when I've done well enough," You admit with a groan, feeling your balls churning and your breath picking up in pace.

"Let's you, I'll have to speak to Claire about that," Samantha whispers sensually into your ear.

"No, I haven't used oil on her, but she has on me," You reply, feeling your toes curling and your shaft inexplicably hardening.

"Tell me, Henry, why would she use it on you?" Samantha coos, her breath on your neck making you shiver slightly. "Doesn't it only work on, X-Change sluts like me, needing to be bred,"

"The last girl we gave a special massage to wanted two girls, so I took a pink and Claire took a purple," You explain, your cock starting to twitch and throb in Samantha's wonderful hands, only for her to slow right down in a frustratingly teasing manner.

"Oh, X-Change Purple, the one that lets a woman grow a dick?" Samantha giggles seductively into your ear.

"Much more than just a dick," You pant needily. "She huge, cums so much, makes me feel strong in her arms,"

"And how do you know that, Henry?" Samantha asks in a sultry tone

"Massaging that last girl, as Helen, being so small, next to Claire seeing that cock in action, seeing it breed," You gasp, your cock starting to throb in Samantha's motionless hand.

"Did it make your mouth water? Make you want to touch and feel it? Know how it would feel stretching your tiny pussy out?" Samantha husks, your cock gives a warning throb and twitches wildly, slipping free of Samantha's grasp.

"Yes," You admit, your voice hoarse with need.

"I bet you sucked her cock right there in the massage room," Samantha giggles.

"Yes," you groan, your balls twitching as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

"Did she pat your head and call you a good girl?" She continues with an evil smile on her soft face. "Did that make you suck her even harder?"

"She did," You admit, cock painfully hard now. "I did,"

"Good girl," Samantha husks into your ear, "Does it sound as good when I do it?"

"Yes," You whimper, torn between the need to cum, and the effects her words were having on you.

"Does the good girl want to cum?" Samantha asks. "Let her sissy stick spray?" she whispers in a lower tone, that your horny mind doesn't register.

"Ughh," you groan, still feeling your cock trying to throb but Samantha's impossibly tight grip prevents you from cumming.

"If you want me to let go, tell me what you are," Samantha states loudly.

"I'm Henry," you protest

"Wrong," Samantha laughs, squeezing your cock harder, the urge to cum now being replaced with actual pain. "I'll give you a clue, you were happy when Claire called you it,"

"No," you complain, "don't make me say it," you plead.

"It's your orgasm, Henry, have it or don't. I already got what I needed," Samantha cackles.

"Good girl," You mumble softly, almost afraid to admit it.

"Sorry, Henry, I didn't quite catch that, maybe I should be asking, Helen?" Samantha teases.

"I'm a good girl," You say softly.

"Louder, Henry," Samantha laughs

"I'm a good girl," You yell, closing your eyes as if you expect the world to end with your admission.

Yet it doesn't. There's no sudden pause where an omnipotent being demands you hand over your man card, no visitations from your relatives shaking their heads in disappointment. Just the urge to cum, and a lingering thought, why is it bad if you enjoyed being Helen, she is you, as much as you are her.

"Good girl," Samantha confirms, her hand finally relinquishing its vice grip on your painfully swollen cock, a tiny amount of cum beads to the top. "Now, where was I with my questions?"

"How it felt hearing Claire call me good girl, while sucking her cock," You say softly.

"Ah, yes," Samantha smiles. "So did she fuck you there, or did you breed the girl first?"

"We bred the girl first," You confirm, your cock starting to twitch as Samantha teases a single finger along your shaft.

"Then what?" Samantha asks with a giggle.

"I went to try and clean up, but Claire scooped me up and carried me upstairs, threw me onto the bed," You groan, your cock starting to throb once more, precum flowing from your tip.

"And did it feel good, having your sweet pussy stretching around Claire's massive cock," Claire asks rapidly "Feeling her flood your womb with her seed?" she adds giving you no reprieve. "Knowing there was still a risk she could knock you up?" She continues relentlessly. "I bet you didn't even try to ask her to pull out, did you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!!" You cry in response, your cock throbbing and twitching wildly but before you can cum, Samantha once again squeezes your cock tightly, preventing you from cumming.

"Sorry, just need to ask you one last thing, before I can let you cum," Samantha teases. "Despite the risk, you want to go back for a second bite, a bigger bite, a riskier bite."

"How?" you gasp desperately, starting to finally realise Samantha knows way more than she should

"Shhh, don't worry about that for now, just answer me this one question," Samantha soothes, squeezing your throbbing cock for emphasis. "Why did you go back? Why risk being bred for real this time?"

"Breeding kink," You offer weakly. "The risk to me is just as hot?"

"Are you telling me, or asking me, Helen?" Samantha giggles, your brain missing her deliberate misuse of your name.

"Yes, risk made it hotter," you groan, your cock and balls starting to ache with the need to cum.

"No, that doesn't sound right to me," Samantha giggles, letting go of your cock and leaning right next to your ear. "This risk is hot, but I think you wanted to lose," she whispers seductively. "I think you wanted Claire's thick strong cum to dominate you pretty little womb,"

"No," you try and protest weakly, trying to push away the idea to reject the silly ideas of masculinity and just accept that Helen and Henry are the same person, in a last-ditch effort to cling to the idea that you were solely Henry.

"Yeah, that's it, you wanted her to breed you," Samantha giggles. "One look at her monster cock and you knew you wanted her to take you,"

"No," you whimper softly, the last of your mental resistance crumbling.

"You didn't just want her to fuck you, you wanted her to knock you up, claim you as hers," Samantha growls into your ear.

"Yes," You whisper.

"Good girl, Helen," Samantha husks into your ear. "Now cum, be a good girl a cum,"

Her words, all their weight, all their meaning, tip you over the edge, possibly the last time as Henry as far as you know. Your cock finally getting the release it needs after two false starts. It twitches and throbs to little fanfare or spectacle, just a sexy pregnant woman whispering good girl into your ear, over and over.

"Damn, Claire must have really done a number you," Samantha giggles as she licks the cum from her hand. "Never seen a guy cum from just reliving their time on pink,"

"What can I say, I have the magic touch," Claire laughs, making you look around and see your red-haired assistant standing in the doorway, a big smirk on her face.

"Wait, no, that wasn't it," You protest, but Samantha holds a worryingly wet and sticky finger to your lips to silence you, the taste familiar but different.

"Stop denying it, Helen," Samantha says soothingly, "Claire called me in to do this, to save you from being miserable."

"Sorry, it had to be a little underhanded, but I think if we tried while you were still sulking about narrowly dodging my seed, then it wouldn't stick," Claire laughs.

You lie back, Samantha, gently rubbing your body in a soothing and reassuring manner. You look back at what you said, what was said to you, trying to find any excuse and reason to argue, but it was pointless. You didn't say anything under duress, you didn't lie or skirt the truth, everything that they made you say was true in some manner or another.

"So what happens now?" You ask with a sigh.

"I think you two need to have a conversation," Samantha says softly.

"No, I don't think..." You begin to reply before Samantha shushes you with the same cum slick finger as before.

"Take it from someone who's had a lot of time to think about names and identity, the worst thing you could do right now is try and run away from it," Samantha offers sincerely. "So talk, consider it the only other thing I ask you to do for knocking me up,"

"Ok," You agree, sitting up and looking over at Claire, who flashes you a soft smile, despite knowing she desperately wants to tease you about everything. Enough on its own to let you know this would be a serious discussion, with wide-reaching implications for both of you.

"I'll be here if you want or need me, depending on how things go," she adds with a smile.

Claire gestures for you to follow and starts to walk out of the massage room. You start to follow, each step feeling heavier than the last, you can't shake the sense of walking towards some sort of ending. You can't shake the comparison that you're marching off like a condemned man taking their final walk. A part of your mind refuses to let go of how things are currently, resisting any sort of change.

You stop and turn back to face Samantha, a part of you almost considers saying goodbye to her. However, when you see her smile and wave at you, carefree and happy, you start to realise you're being overly dramatic. Samantha didn't ask to change, but she made the most of it, thanks to your help and now she seems to enjoy her life more.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet, your summer city ID card. You turn it over and see Helen looking back up at you, and turn it back around to Henry. One card, two people, you think, before shaking your head. No, one person, two faces, not that different between how people are at work versus with friends at a bar. Different face for a different occasion, you reason.

You push away the part of your mind in a blind panic and start to stride towards Claire, who's still patiently waiting in the doorway. Each step is lighter this time as you realise it's time to stop worrying and just go with what feels good.

The moment the door to the massage room closes behind you, leaving you alone with Claire, your mischievous assistant suddenly turns on you with a big smile.

"So you just can't get me out of your head, can you?" Claire teases

"Can you blame me?" You reply with a soft laugh.

"I suppose not, although it's not really this version of me you love, is it?" Claire giggles

"I think I love them both equally, differently, but both amazing," You reply with a confident smile.

"Well, well, well, aren't we a smoothtalker all of a sudden?" Claire laughs, walking towards you and running a finger down your naked torso. "If you were this upfront and honest with me, we could have been happier much sooner."

"Just how long did you want me?" You laugh.

"First day working here, honestly, you're the only reason I took the job." Claire replies with a grin.

"Really?" You ask in surprise.

"Yeah, at the time I had a plan taking odd jobs, seducing the boss, and seeing just how far they'd go for me, to have a chance to be with me," Claire purrs her green eyes closing as she recalls some previous conquests.

"Really, they all just fell head over heels right away?" You enquire with a smile. "No offence, you're exceptional, breathtaking even, but surely they knew it had to be too good to be true?"

"No, they all gladly swallowed whatever pink I pushed down their throats and bent over to let me show them how to properly breed a bitch," Claire husks.

"How many of them turned back?" You ask with a smile.

"Fuck, Henry, this is why you're special, this is why I stuck around, because we're kindred spirits like that," Claire gushes, standing on her tip toes and kissing you on the lips. "To answer your question, too many of them, but definitely not all of them."

"God, I love how your mind works," You reply, your cock starting to swell again.

"To think I almost spiked you with a breeder, for turning me down," Claire giggles. "Planned to breed you right over this counter and leave you dazed, confused, and a piece of me left behind to grow into a lasting reminder,"

"Really, you almost did that because I said no?" You reply in shock.

"Yeah, thankfully my fellow Cuckoos talked me out of it, said it would feel like a hollow," Claire replies with a smile. "I'm so glad I did, because this has been one hell of a trip, hasn't it?"

"It has, but from where I'm standing, the trip's far from over," You agree with a smile.

"You and me, breeding everyone we come across?" Claire asks, sounding intrigued.

"We've got a great thing going, don't see why it should stop. Besides, it sounds a lot like Samantha wants in on the fun; it would be a shame to stop before she gets a chance to join in," You reply smoothly.

"We really are kindred spirits," Claire laughs softly. "At first I thought you were my white whale, the one who escaped my 'spear' time and time again, the unicorn that said no," Claire explains with a smile, "Then Samantha, and all those other women we bred together,"

"All the ones we've still got to breed together," You add with a smile.

"It's a shame I don't really believe in marriage, because hearing you say that now makes me want to propose," Claire says, leaning up and kissing you on the lips tenderly.

"That's fine, I know you've got a different sort of question to pop for me anyway, one that's more us, I suppose," You reply with a wry smile.

"To business, then," Claire acknowledges. "So are you sure this is what you want?"

"No, but I want to do it anyway," You reply nervously.

"Are you sure about this, Henry?" Claire states. "Because if you ask me to do this, I'm not stopping, no matter what you say, no matter how much you beg me not to," She warns.

"All the way, this time?" You ask rhetorically. "What sort of pill did you get?"

"A custom one, a blend with passion, and a compliant," Claire grins.

"Wow, passion is one thing, but a compliant?" You reply in disbelief.

"Because I'm done playing Henry, I want Helen, I want to see her body swell with our child, I want her naked and cooking meals, while I can't resist and fuck her while our food burns," Claire states calmly. "I want my sexy little partner in crime and if I have to fuck ever last bit of Henry out of her to get her, I will."

"I should be scared," you reply with a sigh. "I should probably try and run."

"Yeah, but you won't," Claire replies with a smile. "Because it's too late, it was too late the moment you took that first pink."

"You reckon?" You ask uncertainly.

"Yeah, the moment Helen saw me on X-Change Purple, so strong, so tall, so potent, I knew you'd have my cock on your mind," Claire taunts. "Then there were all the accidental looks, and touches during the massage, leading up to your wrapping those soft lips around me," Claire husks. "Not exactly a thing Henry would do, now is it?"

"No," you agree.

"So, last chance to back out, Henry, what will it be?" Claire asks with a knowing smile.

"I'm seeing this through," you reply almost immediately with a calm tone, confident that you and Helen are one and the same, and this would be nothing more than a 9-10 month experience. "So, where are we doing this?"

"The usual room, although I've made some special modifications that you're going to love," Claire giggles, taking you by the hand and pulling you towards the breeding suite. You're practically dragged through the door and roughly pushed onto your back, landing on the massage table.

"You don't have to be so rough," you laugh and you shuffle back onto the table, lying back and looking up at the red lights.

"Sorry, Henry, I've waited far too long for this moment." Claire replies, leaning down and kissing you on the lips.

While you're distracted by the kiss, Claire guides your wrists to the edge of the massage table until you hear something click. You try to move your head to see what the sound was, but Claire intensifies the kiss, her tongue pressing into your mouth. Then, while you're distracted a second time, Claire takes your other hand and moves it to the other side, and once more, there's a solid click.

"What was that?" You ask, looking over and seeing that both your wrists were locked in restraints. "Is this really necessary?" You ask nervously.

"Just want to be sure you can't back out of it," Claire laughs in a cold tone, walking over to your ankles and locking them in some restraints that were hidden beneath the massage table.

"All part of the surprise?" You ask nervously.

"Oh yes, just like those," Claire says with a playful giggle as she gestures to the various cameras around the room. "Wouldn't want to miss a thing, not every day I get to fuck the man out of someone," Claire laughs.

"So is this an act?" You ask, trying to test the strength of the restraints and finding them worryingly unyielding. They may be padded for comfort, but they seem to be strong enough to hold back someone twice as strong as you are.

"Oh no, Henry, this is your farewell party," Claire giggles. "Once you take this pink, there's no going back, it's all Helen from here."

"Sure, but what about after the baby?" You ask nervously. "I go back to being Henry, then right?"

"If that's what you want, but I'll have nine months to convince Helen she's better off not going back, and I can be oh so persuasive," Claire laughs evilly." Maybe I'll buy her a pink plus, leave it with her and see what she decides."

"But I am Helen, as much as Helen is Henry," you reply confidently.

"Oh, Henry, you really believe that?" Claire asks with a predatory smile on her face. "You don't think you have different goals, different wants and needs?" Claire laughs.

"We both like to breed," you offer nervously, your struggles at the restraints getting more frantic.

"Sure, but only one of you really wants to be bred," Claire retorts "Those thoughts are Helen's, not yours."

"Wait, then, I really might not turn back," you ask nervously.

"Maybe we'll let you out for birthdays, or special holidays," Claire laughs evilly, "But don't you worry about that, I've made you a little going away present to enjoy while I get ready."

Claire leans in and gives you a soft peck on the cheek before flashing you a smile and walking away. The moment she's gone, you start frantically looking around the room for anything you could use to escape. Sadly, the more you look, the more you only see the tools of your impending breeding. A fresh bottle of Nordic Oil, several sex toys and a few bottles of Bubba Zipples in case Claire needed the extra energy to continue.

As your eyes dart around the room, you finally spot the large screen when it springs to life, piano music starting to play. The words 'Bon Voyage Henry' appear on the screen. You find yourself captivated by the video message. You see images of yourself around the massage shop, laughing and smiling, come and go.

As the video continues to play, you recognise the song as Frank Sinatra's My Way. The lyrics about regrets sync up to some footage of your first time with Claire, making you wonder just how much of the shop she's had wired with hidden cameras. A question you get the answer to when you watch yourself carrying Samantha and crashing her ass first into the employee lockers.

The video continues to show highlights of your various sexual antics, with a lot of footage of you and Claire breeding all those X-Change women. As the song reaches its crescendo, there's a super cut of your cumming deep inside all of them. You feel a sense of pride seeing your breeding accomplishments celebrated.

However, just as you watch yourself breed the last woman, there's a visual distortion, the image freezes, and the video fills with artefacts, the last moments of the song skip and repeat discordantly.

"You had a good run Henry, but now it's my time to shine," Claire voice plays through the video, ending with laughter that continues as scenes of Helen and Claire's purple form start to fill the screen.

You try to look away as you see yourself, as Helen, the highlights of that first time, the massage with Charlotte. However, every moment you found yourself looking at Claire and her thick throbbing cock. You see the moment it's present to you, you see the moment Helen opens her mouth and takes Claire cock inside her for the first time.

You know you should be scared, frightened, angry, any number of feelings that would be useful to trying to get out of this. Yet, seeing what you did, recalling those experiences you felt as Helen, and all you can feel is the longing to go back. Any feelings of hostility are met with equal parts excitement.

"Guess this really is for the best then," you say with a weary sigh, "At least whatever my future holds, It'll be a lot of fun."

"Oh, Nurse, it looks like the patient is ready for their medicine," Claire says in a sensual tone as she enters the room. Completely naked, bar a parody of a medical coat, a stethoscope and nothing underneath.

"Oh my, Doctor, he looks awful, I'd better give him his medicine quick," Samantha giggles, stepping in wearing a nurse's uniform that would be thrown out of most slutty Halloween costume shops for being too obscene.

"Good to see you, Nurse Samantha," you say softly as Samantha giggles, approaching you.

"You too," she whispers softly before taking a pink pill from a box stashed between her titanic titties. "Here you go, just take this and all that pain should soon go away, and we can start the procedure," Samantha says, taking the custom Pink X-Change pill from the box and moving her hand towards your mouth.

"Speaking of medicine, I'd better take my own, I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I can't follow my own advice," Claire laughs, walking out and pulling out a purple X-Change pill. "You know mine's a custom too, longer lasting and with the Bull variant mixed in," Claire whispers to you. "Got to make sure Helen gets a proper welcome home party."

You see the pink pill approaching your mouth and feel a last-minute urge to resist, keeping your mouth closed and turning your head. Samantha laughs at first, but after a few failed attempts, grabs your head and tries to hold it still.

"Doctor, the patient is being a little uncooperative," Samantha says in a soft playful tone.

"Here, let me help," Claire replies, her transformation completing in the time it takes you to resist taking the pink pill.

Suddenly, you feel a much stronger pair of hands on your face, and you feel your jaw being forced open. "This would be a lot easier if you stopped struggling," Claire says in a commanding tone. "Just one little pill and in less than a minute you'll forget why you were even struggling," Claire continues.

Your resistance finally gives, your mouth is forced open, giving Samantha the moment she needs to throw the pill in your mouth. For a moment, you think you can avoid swallowing, but the pill slides down into your throat before you can stop it.

"There we go, say goodbye to Henry, Nurse," Claire says with a giggle.

"It's ok, it'll all feel much better soon," Samantha giggles, waving at you as you feel your body heat up and start to change.

You lie back, feeling your body shift and lurch, and you close your eyes to avoid some of the vertigo sensations of sudden height loss and limb shortening. Although you are thankful, Claire had the foresight to ensure there is enough flex in the restraints to not leave you stretched across the massage table like a torture victim, just tightly bound with little wiggle room.

When your eyes finally open, the change is done, you're back as Helen, tied down with two beautiful women, ready to massage and pleasure you all the way to motherhood. You let out a soft laugh as you look over at Claire and Samantha as they look down at you, a mixture of worry and excitement.

"Well, what are you two waiting for? This baby isn't going to make itself," you say with a flirty giggle.

"You heard the patient," Claire says with a smile, "we'll start with a nice oil bath, then hit her with a long course of pleasure therapy."

"On it, Doctor," Samantha giggles. "15 cc's of fertility oil, stat."

Claire laughs and pours the Nordic Oil into Samantha's outstretched hands, hands that soon find your naked body. Samantha smiles as she begins to massage the potent massage oil into your skin, the feeling hitting you almost immediately. The sensation of Samantha's soft hands on your body causes it to tingle with pleasure.

By the time Claire's more experienced hands join in on the massage, you already feel your body trembling with how close you are to orgasm. Samantha is finally tipping you over the edge by leaning over and planting a kiss on your erect nipples.

Your body quivers and shakes violently, juices fountaining from your sweet folds with a surprising amount of force. Both Samantha and Claire let out a shriek of joyous surprise as they continued to massage the oil into your body, continuing to seal your fate.

"Oh wow, I've seen a girl squirt before, but that was something else," Samantha laughs

"Yeah, passion can cause fairly strong reactions, but I've never seen one like that before," Claire giggles. "I think we'll need to put a few towels down to stop Helen from flooding the place."

The next hour for you becomes a blur of pleasure, the potent passion effect mixing with the dizzying arousal and aphrodisiac properties of the Nordic Oil practically drowns your mind. You have no idea how many times you've cum so far, it could be anywhere from five to twenty five as far as you could tell.

The hour(s?) after that are even hazier, as Samantha and Claire take advantage of your restrained state, to tie various vibrating sex toys to your nipples, and a wand is tapped to your leg, with the head firmly pressing into your clit. You fall in and out of a lust-induced fugue state. By the end of it, you're completely delirious, tongue lolling from your mouth.

The only slight respite you get is when Samantha or Claire briefly returns to rub in a fresh dose of Nordic Oil, to ensure its potency and effects are ongoing.

"I think we should stop and let her rest," Samantha says with a soft laugh as she removes the various vibrators from your body, causing you to whimper.

"Yeah, I stopped counting at around thirty-five, so she's almost certainly ready."

"I'm not certain, but I think it might have been around or just under fifty," Samantha replies as she approaches you.

"Fuck, fifty?!?! There's no way Helen's escaping my seed this time," Claire cackles, "how's our little mommy-to-be holding up, any brain cells left or did we cook them all?"

You feel Samantha forcing your eyes open, her swollen pregnant form is like an angelic blur, as your pupils constrict in reaction to the light. You loosely follow the blurry form of Samantha, the light above her practically looking like a halo to you.

"Angel," you murmur, your mouth dry from a lack of fluids, as your body ejects most of them from your numerous orgasms.

"Yeah, she's pretty out of it, but responsive," Samantha giggles, reaching down and holding your hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"That's fine, help her drink with some shaved ice, and we'll move her up to the bedroom so she can recover," Claire replies softly. "I want her fully awake and conscious when I knock her up."

"You're sure the fertility effect will last that long? She might sleep half a day," Samantha asks with a soft tone.

"It's a little hazy on the exact time frame, but from what I've heard, the fertility effect lingers for almost 24 hours," Claire laughs. "Wonder how many kids she'll end up having from that many orgasms."

"It can lead to multiples?!" Samantha gasps.

"Yeah, one of the women Henry knocked up, ended up with triplets, and that was with fewer orgasms than Helen just had," Claire laughs excitedly. "She's going to be my perfect little broodmare."

"How are you going to look after so many little ones?" Samantha laughs softly, as she gently lifts your head and slips some ice shavings into your mouth so they can slowly melt and rehydrate you.

"My mom's been pestering me about grandkids for years, I'm sure by now she doesn't even care if I'm the mother or the father."

"So what, in the weekdays you fuck and breed Summer City dry, and on the weekends you return home and be responsible family woman with Helen or Henry in tow?" Samantha asks, as she soothingly strokes you.

"Pretty much," Claire agrees with a smile.

"So why haven't you done that with any of your other kids?" Samantha enquires with a wry smile.

"Some I couldn't go back to, they take the Cuckoo's money and never want anything to do with us," Claire explains with a soft laugh. "But she's special," Claire admits gesturing down to your fuck drunk form.

"Helen or Henry?" Samantha asks with a smile.

"She's definitely out of it?" Claire asks to confirm.

"We might as well be talking another language for as much as Helen will hear or understand," Samantha responds, helping you take some more ice chips into your mouth.

"Yeah, both Helen and Henry are special to me," Claire admits, "Although you tell him or her I said that, and I'll get you pregnant with octuplets."

"I won't, but you really should tell them that, both of them," Samantha says softly.

"I will, when the time is right," Claire sighs, starting to pace. "It's just, what if they want exclusivity? I don't think I could do monogamy," Claire says sitting down on the damp corner of the massage table.

"And you think they would want that, given what you both love?" Samantha asks, bursting out into a fit of giggles.

"Shut up, I'm not used to this feeling crap," Claire growls.

"Well, for starters, neither of you will want to, or possibly be able to stop your breeding antics," Samantha begins. "Secondly, I'd very much like to be around if not part of this massage and maternity business you've got going on."

"Fair points," Claire concedes.

"So have your fun, tease Helen about Henry never coming back for now, but I think you'll eventually be letting Henry have the honours of returning the favour," Samantha laughs. Claire reflexively clutches her flat stomach.

"Yeah, good one, like that will ever happen," Claire laughs nervously.

"Keep telling yourself that, but I wonder, can you really call yourself a breeder if you haven't tried being on the receiving end?" Smanatha questions.

"Yeah, that's enough of that. I'm going to take Helen upstairs and wait for her to recover. You can go take your confusing words and come back another day." Claire says, picking you up in her strong arms and carrying you up towards the apartment.

"Alright, but remember you called me here because someone was lying to themselves, wouldn't want you to be the hypocrite having the same problem as poor Henry," Samantha laughs as she gets up to leave.

Between the rocking motion of Claire carrying me up the stairs, the sweet exotic scent of her body lotion mixed with the sweat of the massage and the exertion of cumming your brain out, you fall asleep rapidly. Completely out like a light before your head even touches the pillow.

Claire stays with you for a few hours, cuddling and spooning your slumbering form, her cock painfully hard with the urge to breed you. The thought of taking you in your sleep occurs more than once to Claire, but each time she resists. She stays with you until her balls ache too much to linger around such a ripe and fertile body without being able to enjoy.

You have strange lusty dreams while you slumber, possibly your mind's way of processing the overload of pleasure, or perhaps all those orgasms have rewired your brain. However, you spend the next few hours having every inch of your body worshipped and pleasured by a large group of mysterious figures, each caressing and stroking your body, making it warmer until you couldn't bear it.

You wake up from your dream, your body warm, your legs damp from the arousal that's leaked into the sheets as you slept. You slowly sit up and feel a noticeable ache in your lower body, from the hard work of the Oestrogen boosters getting your body as fertile as possible. You try to get out of bed and find your legs too weak, causing you to stumble and knock against the bedside table.

Claire, alerted by the sound of your movements, quickly dashes into the bedroom, still wearing the parody just a lab coat and stethoscope. Initially, there's concern on her face when she sees you trying to stand on two shaky legs, but once you steady yourself, she smiles, her confident self returning.

"How's my patient doing?" Claire asks with a grin.

"A little unsteady, but I feel ok," you reply with a soft laugh. "Apart from my pussy screaming for attention."

"That's good, I was a little worried we went too far with the first procedure." Claire laughs. "But you can speak and joke, so no lasting mental damage."

"Guess you'll have to try harder next time, Doctor," you sensually reply.

"Careful what you say, Helen," Claire husk, "Or I might make you regret those words," Claire smirks.

"Oh, and how would you make me cum my brains out?" You ask with a confident tone.

"There are pills that could help, X-Change has bimbo, for example, some of the lesser brands have some awful side effects," Claire teases "I could make you my brainless little fuck puppet."

"Yes, but I think the airheaded bimbo act would get stale," you reply with a laugh. "Plus, you enjoy the back and forth too much to give it up."

"Yeah, guess I'll just have to settle for making you carry my children," Claire grins as she takes a few steps towards you, her massive cock jutting out from her body pointing at you with intent.

"Life can be so hard, can't it?" You giggle, Claire leaning down and pressing her lips to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth and mingling with your own.

The kissing soon intensifies, and soon you find Claire's arm on your shoulder, encouraging you to lie back on the bed. You allow yourself to be moved, Claire soon following you down, lying on top of you, furiously making out. Her thick throbbing appendage poking you in the belly, almost as if it's trying to find the quickest route to your womb.

"I've waited so long for this," Claire huffs in your ear as she manhandles you to the middle of the bed, staring into your eyes and mixture of pure lust and longing in them.

Precum drips from Claire's massive member, a heavy drop of the sticky, cloudy mix drips onto your flat stomach, pooling in your navel. You glance down at the angry snarling beast between Claire's legs, the head swollen red and shiny, precum giving the appearance of it salivating at the prospect of claiming your body. The shaft is stiff with thick veins covering its length, powering the beast.

Your eyes continue down until you spy Claire's colossal cum factories, the thought of the sheer volume of potent cargo they contain sends a shiver of excitement through your body.

You watch the balls twitch and shift, then glance up at Claire's cock where a fresh bead of cloudy precum forms at the tip. You watch as the bead of viscous liquid grows until it begins to droop, too heavy for it to stick to the tip as gravity pulls it down until it splatters on your body with a warm, wet impact.

"Alright, I think you're ready for your special injection." Claire giggles, adopting her doctor persona once more, gripping the base of her cock and waving it with intent.

"That's an awfully big needle, Doctor. Is it going to hurt?" You ask in a teasing tone, deciding to join in on the fun.

"Oh no, quite painless, some even enjoy the sensation," Claire says in a mock professional tone.

"Any side effects from your special injection?" You ask with a playful smile.

"Heightened state of arousal, extreme pleasure, uncontrollable orgasms in the short term, and strong maternal instincts in the long term," Claire husks her green eyes, starting deeply into yours, her smouldering look making your heart almost skip a beat.

"Any chance the extreme pleasure and uncontrollable orgasms could be long-term?" you sensually ask.

"Anything is possible, though I would say in your case, the likelihood is rather high," Claire replies in a seductive tone that makes your hairs stand on end. "Now I need to ensure the injection site is ready."

Claire lifts both your legs up with ease, her amazonian body and natural strength versus your petite frame is no contest. With your sweet slit revealed, Claire reaches down and slides two fingers between your lips. The sensation of just two fingers driving you wild, you pant and whimper as Claire flexes her digits around inside of you.

"Temperature feels perfect," Claire giggles, crooking her fingers until they scrape across your G-spot and make you moan uncontrollably from a small movement. "Patient response seems excellent."

"Definitely feels good from where I'm lying," you pant, letting out the cutest little whimper when Claire slides her fingers free.

"Oh, that looks perfect to me," Claire states with a soft laugh, showing you her fingers. "See how thick and creamy your juices are?" Claire asks, spreading the two fingers apart to demonstrate, a thick stand of femcum connecting the spread digits lewdly.

"Oh yeah, it's almost like cum," you giggle softly

"I'm pretty sure that means you're about as fertile as you can get." Claire celebrates

"So, Doctor, does that mean I'm ready for your special injection?" you ask seductively.

"I was going to ask for your help to lube it up, but I think we can maybe save that for the next injection," Claire laughs, shuffling herself closer to you, aiming her fuckstick at your waiting slit.

"Works for me," you reply with a smile, your eyes going wide as you feel the tip of Claire's throbbing monster cock brush against your soft slick lips. "Fuck I'm sensitive, this is going to be intense," you pant.

"Yeah, that'll be a combination of the passion and all those orgasms to get you nice and fertile for me," Claire coos, teasing the bulbous head of your ferocious futa fuckstick against you. "Going to fuck you so good, you'll forget all about, Henry," Claire husks.

It suddenly dawns on you that this is the last possible moment to put a stop to this. This wasn't about the risk of getting pregnant, making the sex spicier and more enjoyable anymore. Your pregnancy is guaranteed if this continues.

No more hiding behind this being anything other than it is, to do nothing is to submit to being Claire's breeding slut. Your choices are between motherhood or Henry, breeding or be bred. Surely you have to at least try?

You feel a sense of conflict about whether you should even try to put a stop to this, perhaps the fleeting parts of Henry pleading for you to save him, before he's banished for nine months, or maybe longer. Yet the pleasure feels too intense to want to resist, and even then, with the compliant effects, could you even resist?

You open your mouth to try and voice something but the air is forced out of your lungs when Claire's cock lines up with your entrance and effortlessly sinks into your sweet sex. Any chance of resistance, no matter how slim, dies as Claire sinks into your sweet velvety folds. Motherhood, it is then. A sense of peace fills you as the choice is made for you, now you can focus on the pleasure.

You let out a long, protracted moan, as each inch Claire sinks into you raises the octave of your moan. Her cock stretching your tight pussy to its limits. Any pain is thankfully lost in the tempest of pleasure, and vortices of lust in the sea of your mind.

"So fucking tight," Claire howls, "I think the bull made me even thicker than usual," Claire grunts as she continues you penetrate you. "More sensitive too, fuck!"

You feel every vein, every ridge of Claire's colossal cock, each detail brushes up against the nerve endings in your pussy dominating your mind with pleasure. Your mind quickly goes blank with the pleasure overload, you pant and claw at the sheets beneath you in an attempt to process the pleasure.

Claire continues to stretch your pussy around her cock, the last few inches slow to a crawl, you feel as though you can't possibly fit anymore of her length inside you. Each slight shift sends a shockwave through your body.

Your entire body tensing and writhing in pleasure, your muscles start to tense as the first orgasm of the day—or is it night? You can't even recall and before you can even get an answer, Claire finally bottoms out inside of you the tip of her mammoth member pressing into your cervix firmly as you climax.

Your pussy attempts to tighten around Claire, squeezing as hard as it can around the huge pillar of cockmeat that's stretching it so well. Your juices squirt out around the invading mass. The warm sprays make Claire squeal in delight as she tries to use the extra lubrication to somehow sink deeper.

You feel Claire pushing as hard as she can against the entrance to your womb, insistently. Trying to mould your cervix into the shape of her cock, so it's all the better at receiving her seed.

"Can you feel how deep I am?" Claire teases, "feel my cock trying to breach your cervix and conquer your womb?"

"Yes," you hiss in animalistic pleasure.

"Can you feel my big heavy balls against your ass, so swollen with my thick potent cum?"

"So full," you gasp, feeling the considerable weight of Claire's cumfactories slapping against your soft ass, how literally hot they feel with her load churning inside.

"Fuck, I've been dreaming of this day for so long," Claire growls picking up her pace, your body shaking and quivering with pleasure, the passion side effects of the X-Change pill heightening the pleasure to unreal levels.

"So good," you whimper.

"I'm going to claim you, Helen, mark you as mine," Claire husks into your ear. "Make you forget Henry ever existed."

By now, Claire's thrusts were getting more frantic, her breathing heavier, her cock starting to swell, despite its already immense size. The swollen tip of Claire's Purple pillar is freely flowing with precum now. Each time it kisses your cervix as she bottoms out in you, it leaves behind a helping of precum. The very same precum now almost acts like a lubricant, allowing Claire to press just that little bit deeper into the gateway to your womb, stretching open like a perverse rubberband.

Claire soon eases into a steady rhythm, your body slowly accommodates to Claire's even larger than normal size. The sheer volume and weight behind each of Claire's thrusts feels like she's shaking your organs around. You feel so small beneath her towering frame, but also safe and comforted by Claire's amazonian frame encasing you.

Claire leans down and kisses you passionately at first, but quickly it becomes messy and wet as she continues to pick up the pace. You're swiftly fucked to orgasm, the passion effect of the custom X-Change pink ensuring there's plenty of fluids to keep you nice and lubricated as Claire doesn't even try to slow down as you cum.

Claire's cock thunders through the spasming and twitching walls of your silky slot. Your attempts to arrest her thrusts by squeezing her cock go ignored as she fucks right through your orgasm, and brings you to another, and another. Your juices are only giving her more lubrication to truly rail you.

You lie back, panting and howling like a helpless animal, trapped between the jaws of a strong predator. Thankfully, the only meal being had is being made with your body. A thick, steaming hot creampie, courtesy of Chef Claire.

"Fuck I love this body," Claire laughs as she really start pounding you hard.

"So good," you mewl, mind lost between so many orgasms.

"I'm never giving up on this, I'm never letting you go back, this feels way too fucking good," Claire roars in a dominant tone, her fingers digging into your hips.

"I won't go back, make me yours," you plead in a delirious tone.

"No, more Henry, only Helen," Claire growls. "Gonna fuck the memory of him out of your mind, one orgasm at a time."

"Do it," you hiss as you orgasm if on cue.

"Then, when his memory is dead, I'm going to remind you about him, teach you all about him, wanna know why?" Claire husks into your ear, her hot, sweaty body pressing against yours.

"Why?" you gasp between moans.

"So I can fuck his memory out of you, over and over again," Claire growl, her fingers diggings harder into your body as she roughly rails you.

"Do it, do it, do it," you cry out as another orgasm rips through your body and you slam into another.

Seconds melt into minutes as time rapidly loses all meaning to you. By now you've lost count of your orgasms, your pussy spraying whatever fluids it can around the huge cock filling it to near breaking point. Your conscious enough to enjoy the sights and sounds around you, the look of Claire's soft features scrunching as she concentrates on fucking you.

The sound of your bodies wetly colliding together and the symphony of your combined moans and groans of animalistic pleasure, between Claire's declarations that make you feel warm and giddy.

"So fucking close," Claire howls, her breathing heavy and ragged.

"I can feel it," you reply in a breathy tone, Claire's cock twitching heavily inside you, pouring more precum onto your cervix like two drunks sloppily making out at a party.

"Going to breed you, going to make your my baby momma," Claire growls, her cock giving a warning throb, while her balls twitch and writhe as they begin to rise in preparation to deliver their potent cargo.

"What will you do when you've got me pregnant?" You ask dreamily, blissfully awaiting the arrival of Claire's cum.

"Going to make you love every second of it," Claire husks, "going to make you crave it."

"And then?" You pant, feeling another orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Then I'll make you never want to go back to Henry," Claire grimaces, her cock throbbing even harder as her body begins the biological countdown to baby making.

"Oh fuck yes," you purr, "you're gonna knock me up so hard, I'll never go back?" you tease, feeling Claire cock throb in response.

"Oh fuck yes," Claire shouts, slamming herself as deep as she can into your slippery sex, her babymaker battering against your cervix one final time. You swear you feel the tiny ring indent into the shape of Claire's cock from the final impact. Her wish to mould your pussy to her cock seemingly comes true, if only for a moment.

In this moment, time seems to slow to a crawl, and in the moment, your mind seems to hit total clarity before it's washed away in the oncoming storm of pleasure. You can feel what you think is Claire's heart beating through her swollen cock, but then you realise it is the cum filling her shaft. Each throb and pulse ramping up the pressure need to launch the life-changing seed into to your womb.

You feel your own heart racing, knowing that in a few moments Claire's cum would rocket into your womb and seal your fate for the next nine months. Possibly longer if she can convince you to do it all over again. In less than a second, hundreds of millions of Claire's sperm would flood your body.

The Oestrogen boosters from the massage masterfully terraform your body for peak fertility. You wonder how many eggs the Nordic Oil made you create, if you'd end up with a litter of your own like Tabitha? The thought makes your heart race even more, and you wonder what your children will look like, if they'll be boys or girls.

Your mind wonders a great many things in those last moments before Claire cums inside of you, but not once did you even consider trying to pull away. Not even a passing thought about somehow dodging the pregnancy.

You close your eyes, wanting to try and heighten your sense of touch, to feel the exact moment you go from Henry the breeder, to Helen the bred. You feel the throbbing and pulsing that you mistook for Claire's heartbeat slow down until it seems to stop. Claire's Purple pillar primed and poised to procreate, her cum vein heavy and swollen.

There's a long pregnant pause as you wait, as pressure builds, and then you feel it. Claire's cock throbs and pulses once more, much harder than earlier, followed by a sticky warmth filling you as it impacts the back of your womb.

Your hand reaches up and clings around Claire's back, your fingernails biting into her soft skin as your own orgasm takes hold of you. You cling to Claire, the pair of you crying out in unison. Claire's cum cannon blasting your womb with volcanic force as she erupts a second time within you.

Throb. Erupt. 'Three'

Throb. Erupt. 'Four'

Throb. Erupt. 'Five'

Throb. Erupt. 'Six'

Throb. Erupt. 'Seven'

Throb. Erupt. 'Eight'

Throb. Erupt. 'Nine'

Throb. Erupt. 'Ten'

Throb. Erupt. 'Eleven'

You manage to keep track of it, each and every heavy eruption of Claire's cum, all eleven of them. Committing the sensation to memory, as your stomach bulges ever so slightly from the sheer volume of Claire's cum. If this is the exact moment you become a mother, you want to ensure you can recall every last detail.

Claire's custom X-Change Purple increases her virility and potency beyond its already goddess-like levels. Meaning at this moment, tens of billions of her eager swimmers were spreading out, eager to find an egg to fertilise. It's a fierce competition, but luckily, there's more than one egg for them to race to.

It's a fierce race, but not a long one, by the time you've sucked Claire back to hardness and rode her to completion, the race is concluded. Your eggs fertilised, and with your body overhauled thanks to the Nordic Oil, impregnation would be guaranteed. Meaning you're taking your very first steps towards motherhood before Claire's even done breeding you.

Still, it makes excellent practice for next time you make babies together.

Epilogue - Many hands fill idle wombs

The next day, when you wake up after the intense breeding session that continued long into the night, you see no reason not to restart things. You wake Claire up by crawling under the covers, kissing and sucking her slumbering beast of a cock, tasting the remnants of last night's breeding on the skin. The taste reminds you of what could be going on in your body at the very moment, making your pussy throb with excitement.

Once you've gotten Claire nice and hard, you straddle her, leaning down and kissing her soft lips and neck, until finally you rouse your lover from her dreams.

"Helen, I was having the most wonderful dream, you were in it," Claire grins.

"Why dream when you can have the real thing?" You tease, sliding your hips back until your soft, wet folds brush against the swollen tip of Claire's cock.

"I think I'm in love," Claire giggles.

"Only think?" You scoff, "unlike all those women we've bred and all the women we will breed, I'm going to need you to stick around," you continue, teasing yourself against Claire expertly to hammer home the point. Your folds glazing Claire's shaft with arousal.

"Can we talk about this after we fuck?" Claire asks hopefully.

"No, because I plan to fuck for the rest of the day," you counter confidently "So we have this talk now, while I have your full attention," you conclude, pushing back on your hips just enough for the very tip of Claire to slip between your folds, only to pull yourself forward.

"Fuck, ok," Claire groans resisting the urge to grab you the hips and force herself deeper into you.

"Good, now I just need to know where we stand," You offer with a sensual giggle, "besides the obvious, before you think about it,"

"Like what we mean to each other?" Claire confirms, and you give a nod. "Well, I'm not one for traditional relationships." Claire begins to explain nervously, afraid of your potential response most likely. "Monogamy ain't for me."

"Good, because I'm not looking for marriage," you reply with a laugh, "just a promise you won't leave me alone," you offer sincerely, your heart starting to race while you wait for Claire's response.

"Wait, so you're still cool with me breeding or trying to breed others?" Claire asks in surprise.

"Sure, as long as I can help out or watch," you giggle.

"What about the Cuckoos, you're happy for me to be a part of that too?" Claire enquires, her confidence starting to return.

"Well, I was hoping you could let me join. I believe I now meet the requirements and have definitely proved myself." You smile with smugness.

"Fuck, I can't believe my luck sometimes," Claire laughs. "Of course you'll be able to join, maybe Samantha too once she's bred someone herself," Claire replies. "Although you won't be able to attend any meetings or events as Henry," Claire explains.

"That's fine, that's what the X-Change Purples will be for," you giggle softly.

"How serious were you about the no marriage thing? Because I'm starting to feel the urge to get down on one knee right now," Claire replies softly, her normal dominant, amazonian form looking vulnerable for the first time.

"Then maybe we can, a nice open marriage, with plenty of breeding," you laugh softly.

"Oh fuck, for real?" Claire excitedly asks.

"Lucky for us, we have a facsimile for a ring," you glide your fingers over your folds for a moment, "and a finger right here," you reply in a sensual tone as you trail fingers over Claire's large shaft.

You start sliding your hips back, taking Claire's cock deep inside your pussy, until her cock presses into your cervix. The tip nuzzling against the entrance to your womb with an almost perfect fit due to yesterday's pounding.

"Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Claire groans, her hands grasping your thighs and squeezing them tightly.

"Looks like the ring fits perfectly," you laugh, leaning down and kissing Claire on the lips. "However, should we celebrate our engagement?" You ask with as much mock innocence as you can manage.

"I have a few ideas," Claire replies with a grin, rolling you onto your back and proceeding to fuck you silly.

The rest of your day, you disappoint any prospective massage clients by bouncing between each room, fucking in each one. Not a single surface escaping your wild and frantic fucking. A few bits of your older furniture don't survive the ordeal, and eventually, yours and Claire's impressive stamina finally wanes.

By the end of the marathon sex session, the pair of you are lying on the floor, panting heavily, the whole apartment reeks of sex, sweat and cum. You snuggle up with Claire's large form, enjoying the feeling of her large, strong arm holding you tightly to her.

An intense feeling of safety and belonging fills you. A sense of peace, as if you've finally arrived at your destination in life. This inner peace is disturbed by an alarm blaring on Claire's phone, causing you both to jump, but while you jump with surprise, Claire jumps with excitement. You watch with some confusion as Claire jumps up to her feet and starts dancing, laughing and cheering, despite her exhausted state.

"What's this all about?" You ask with a smile, finding Claire's laughter infectious as you start to laugh along.

"We're celebrating," Claire replies, offering you a hand and practically pulling you to your feet when you take it.

"What are we celebrating?" You ask, happily dancing along with Claire as best as your tired body is able.

"It's been over 24 hours," Claire explains with a smile.

"Right?" You reply, still not sure why you were celebrating.

"You haven't changed back," Claire replies with a laugh, pulling you in for a big hug, her strong arms squeezing you tightly.

"I thought X-Change Compliant lasted a week?" you say with a confused look.

"It was just an X-Change Basic and a passion supplement," Claire replies excitedly. "Which means?" She leads on with a big smile.

"That I'm pregnant," you reply, a huge smile spreading across your face as you start jumping up and down with Claire. "We're pregnant!" You cheer.

8 months later

You smile to yourself as you eagerly check the various recording feeds and do a quick sound test on the audio equipment. One of the Cuckoos you're less familiar with, you think her name is Janet or Janice, taps on the two-way mirror to let you know all the feeds are good.

You take a moment to examine the room, a far cry from your massage parlour days, anyone entering this room is under no illusions about what's about to go down. The examination chair with leg restraints, various sex toys hanging from racks on the wall. A big poster that says 'no condoms allowed', and another that questions if the reader is 'really man enough', with a typical macho man on one side of the poster, followed by a pregnant woman with the same hair and clothes as the man on the other half.

You still find it hard to believe this is something you can do in Summer City. You always assumed you had to keep your extra massage options off the menu, even if you were being open about what service you provide. But apparently, you can just have a massage shop that openly offers happy endings or sexual massages. Sure, you'll never get the clientele like those visiting Ukiyo, but it's hardly like your clients are creeps or sleazeballs.

You rub your absolutely massive belly fondly. Naturally, in your current state, you're not providing any massages, with a month or so to go, Claire would much rather you didn't do anything. Yet you feel so useless sitting in the large apartment you own with Claire, despite all its luxury. You do sometimes miss your old one, but Claire's mother had been insistent about ensuring you have a stable and safe place to raise her grandchildren, and she had a point about your old one being too small.

Samantha was even able to get the place across the hall, so effectively, you, Claire and Samantha have the run of the top floor, which even had its own pool for you to share, which is rather fantastic on your back and feet to just lay back and float like the beachball you are currently imitating. It's wild to think just how dramatically your life has changed these last few months.

The support from Claire and her family has been phenomenal. You always joked to your friends about marrying a rich girl, but didn't expect to actually manage it. Then Samantha has been around to help you with the pregnancy, having gone through her own just a few months ahead of you. You see Sam from time to time, but mostly between pills, with only the occasional fun with Purple pills that's stopping her from biting the bullet and taking a plus pill instead.

Your old massage shop was closed since you needed a premises closer to where you now live. With money and someone versed in contract law-thank you, Samantha-you were able to get the new premises, which were much larger and nicer, and run sexual services openly. In fact, as long as you're upfront and open about your services and the participants are willing, then there isn't much limit to what you could do here.

You are now a fully fledged member of the Cuckoos, although you have to wait until you've given birth and are no longer breastfeeding before getting the ink. The Cuckoos actually have a club room in your new massage shop, allowing them to hang out, swap stories and have a proper place to plan their antics. While you've yet to participate in any of the events, you have happily helped plan a few fertile encounters.

Such as the store's infamous masculinity challenge, which has received more than a few victims in the few months it's been offered. The challenge is offered to any client who wishes to try and breed one of the members of staff. That they have to prove they're worthy of the opportunity, by taking a pink pill, while the staff member they wish to breed takes a purple.

To win, all the challenger has to do is turn back in twenty-four hours time and come back to claim their prize. However, they will be massaged by two professionals, the staff they want to breed and an assistant of that staff member's choice. They will use Nordic Oil, with the warning that too many orgasms will extend the duration of their transformation. Albeit with the most generous versions of the statistics and not mention of why the transformation extends.

All they have to do is avoid cumming, should be simple for someone claiming to be so manly. Yet so far no one's succeeded. So many young and confident men have come walking back nervously over twenty-four hours later, still in their new body, and with an even bigger surprise growing inside them.

They sign a waiver, which has three main clauses, firstly to agree to the terms of the deal, where the risk of pregnancy is clearly disclosed. Secondly, to prevent them from suing the massage parlour or the staff for knocking them up when they find out the hard way, they should read the fine print. Finally, to give permissions for the entire thing to be recorded and distributed, including their names and likeness, both before and after transformation and all the fun stuff in between.

The Cuckoos, having found a very lucrative market, for people looking for porn of X-Change sluts getting much more than they bargained for. Some people got off on the breeding aspect, with some of their breeder videos being some of the best. With the masculinity Challenges being a close second, as it taps into those curious and excited to see a man put their manhood on the line.

One of these challenges is happening tonight, Samantha's big initiation event, which is only hours away. You waddle over to Samantha, your huge belly courtesy of the triplets Claire pumped into you all those months ago. You smile to yourself over how proud Claire was to hear that, as well as how hard she fucked you in celebration of the news.

"Hey Samantha, still nervous?" You ask with a smile, finding a comfy chair to sink into with a huff of effort.

"Yeah, I know what I'm doing, but I'm nervous about if he changes back," Samantha replies, sinking into the chair across from you. Her dress riding up much higher due to the extra height she gained from the X-Change Purple currently in her system.

"Don't worry about it, we made sure the odds are stacked way in your favour," you reply with a soft giggle, the motion causing one of the three triplets to kick you, making you gasp at the now very familiar sensation.

"I know there's the Oil, but what if it's not enough?" Samantha frets, wringing her hands.

"Sammy, just think about who your partner is on this." You smile. "There's no way Claire is letting that asshole walk out of here without your baby inside of them, after what they did to you."

"Yes, you're right, she is the breeding queen around here," Samantha laughs.

"Also, we might have gotten an advance on the new Nordic Oil blend, the Freya's Fertility blend," You reply with a grin. "Then there's the X-Change Pink, which will be the same custom passion blend that Claire gave me before this," you add, gesturing down to your huge pregnant belly proudly.

"Oh wow, really?" Samantha gushes.

"Yeah, I told you we'd look out for you, just like you've helped us with this place," you say with a smile.

"Thanks, Helen. Right, time to psych myself up to breed the bastard that spiked me all those years ago," Samantha giggles.

Feeling an ache in your ankles, you make your way back to the apartment, hoping to catch Claire before she leaves to help Samantha, for a nice foot rub. Then a nap, and with any luck, Claire will come back with a rough edit of Samantha breeding her spiker. Yeah, life is pretty good.

Sure enough, you get the ending to the day you were after, just as Samantha got the outcome she wanted. Her spiker, failing to transform back the next day and realising they just pissed away their manhood and more just for a chance to breed Samantha that he'll never get. Samantha gets to throw the same words back into her spiker's face when she first confronted him about the spiking.

'I don't know why you're even so mad, you're much better looking as a girl, maybe you just need to let me show you how to enjoy it,'

3 Years later

"It's so nice to have the place to ourselves tonight," you say with a soft smile.

"We'll have to find a way to repay Samantha for looking after the small horde of children." Claire jokes with a smile.

"Horde? Most of those are you're doing," you reply with a soft laugh. "That's not a nice way to describe our children."

"Six. It's way too many," Claire explains with a smile.

"Well, you could learn to pull out; you are the reason for most of them." You counter.

"At least one of them was yours," Claire jokes with a smile.

You think back to the night, of how you told Claire that in one hand was a Basic, and the other was a Breeder, that she got to pick which hand you raised to your mouth. And that, regardless, you were gonna be lathering yourself in Nordic Oil all night to keep things interesting. She didn't manage to pick the Breeder, but it certainly didn't matter in the end. "Actually, I think you'll find it was Helen's fault," you reply with a smug smile.

"You can't keep playing that card, Henry," Claire laughs, resting her head on your shoulder.

"I mean, I've spent more time in this marriage as Helen than Henry, so I think I can keep playing that card," you laugh.

"Ughhhh, fine," Claire laughs, shaking her head. "Still, it's nice to have the place to ourselves."

"A whole weekend to ourselves with an empty apartment, whatever shall we do?" You ask with a smile.

"I mean, is seven really that much worse than six, when you stop to think about it?" Claire questions with a grin.

"Probably not," you reason.

"So, how about I raid our party stash for a pink and a purple pill?" Claire asks excitedly.

"Fine, but if I turn back tomorrow, then it'll be my turn to take a purple, and I want a bull variant." You state with a big smile.

"Sounds like a bet, Baby Momma," Claire grins, the pair of you jumping up and running off to enjoy your evening.

Regardless of whether you turn back tomorrow, you are excited no matter what.