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MilkMaid Pt. 5 - TG Caption
🕑 Added 2023-12-16 20:15:43 +0000 UTCPart 5
“And that's pretty much it for the tour. What do you think?” Anita asked me.
“I think it’s not what I expected. It’s all so fancy and everyone's so… nice!” I replied.
“What, you thought there'd be a bunch of MilkMaids chained together and forcibly milked while we come our brains out in a chorus of fetishistic, lesbian ecstasy."
"N-no! That would be ridiculous...haha?"
"Because we save that for group fantasy weekends, which you are totally invited to. The next one’s in a few days!"
"…"
"Anyway, this is your room. The staff should have brought your stuff by now and I’m sure you want to settle in. Dinner’s in couple of hours, then we have our post-dinner milking and Old-TV-Show night. It’s my turn to pick and I am a hard-core Buffy/Faith shipper. Slayer love for the win!!!"
"I have absolutely no idea what you just said, but it sounds fun. Count me in! Now I think I’ll unpack and lay down for a while. It’s been a long few days."
"Sure, sure. I understand. I hope I didn’t weird you out too much."
"Naa...I think I like your kind of weird."
"GREAT! AHh sorry… Volume control issues. See you later!"
Anita left and I entered the surprisingly nice mini apartment, finding my suitcase already laying on the bed. Pushing it aside, I was overcome by a wave of exhaustion and practically collapsed. I barely closed my eyes when the dream started, and a familiar room faded into view. I was back in the bathroom where this all began, and I wasn’t alone. Standing there, with an angry look on his face that slowly morphed into a smirk, was me.
"Who are- wait, April!? Is that you?!" I asked the double of my old body.
"Hello April, and congratulations! It’s your lucky day. Your time is a big-boobed milk machine is coming to an end."
"What? You’re switching us back? How? Why?!"
"Oh? Is someone enjoying their time as a girl? Not that I blame you. The alternative is...not what I thought it would be."
"I don’t- I mean- That’s none of your business!!"
"My business or not, I don't really care. That's my body and I want it back. I can’t stand being you one minute longer."
"Then why the hell did you switch us in the first place?! What gives you the right?"
"I thought it would be better like this! That I would finally be rid of all those bitches trying to turn me into a milky slut, and it worked! The girls here, they want nothing to do with me. There's only one problem. This stupid body is obsessed with them. Now that I finally got away, they're all I can think about! So screw it! I want to go back to the way it was before. I’m ready to give them what they want, let those dumb sluts fawn all over me."
As the guy that used to be April ranted, his body started to change. He lost height and his shirt began to tent in the front. At the same time I grew taller and the massive weights I’d been hauling around since getting stuck in this body shrank. This is what I wanted, right? So why did it feel so damn awful? The original April certainly didn’t seem to feel awful. He was laughing like a madman as he fondled his growing breasts, now accompanied by an expanding rear and tinier waist. I was filling out, still growing taller, broader. My curves flattened and something unwelcome grew back between my legs. It was nauseating. I was struck by an overwhelming feeling of wrongness. Had I really changed so completely in such a short amount of time? Were these the effects of the mental manipulation or had I always been this way and didn’t realize? Did it matter? Could I really stand to go back?
“No," I said. I couldn't The changes slowed.
"What was that?"
“No!” The changes stopped.
"What do you mean no? You don’t get a choice in this. That is my body. And I want. It. Back!
“NO!!!” The changes… Reversed! With my declaration I shrank again, shedding bulk along the way. That thing between my legs disappeared and I pressed my steadily rounding thighs together joyfully, relishing the absence. "This is NOT your body anymore!” My waist shaved way bit by bit, weight adding itself to the returning bubble butt below. "You gave it up!" My nipples stiffened, expanded. “You didn’t ask. You forced me into this!” The nipples pushed out, twin peaks rising again. Blonde wisps fell into my eyes as the now manlier person's hair in front of me shortened, every bit of femininity stolen back. He once again towered over me. I was tiny by comparison, but I felt 10 feet tall. My higher voice sounded out with confidence.
"This is my body now, huge boobs and all. And you are never getting it back!" The man formerly known as April bellowed in denial, and the dream shattered.
I woke still dressed, tangled in the sheets. Looking down, relief rushed through me. My breasts had shifted uncomfortably while I slept. They had expanded with the ever-present milk that even now leaked through the layers of fabric, soaking the entire front of my shirt. They were heavy and awkward and sometimes a little gross, but they were mine.
I heard voices as they passed in the hall. How late was it? Someone knocked.
“April, we’re heading to dinner. Will you join us?” Anita called.
Such a good question...and yet so simple. For the first time in what felt like forever, I knew exactly what I wanted.
“I'm on my way!” I shouted at my new friend and herd-mate... herd-sister? I needed to learn the lingo. "Just as soon as I change this wet shirt." I said to myself with a sigh, though not quietly enough judging by the sound of knowing laughter through the door.
I was home.
