HSA-1275: Collar with Bell

Anne hated cleaning her apartment. As a single woman, she rarely cared how much of a disarray her living situation became. She certainly didn’t enjoy piles of laundry or dirty dishes strewn around the place, but she did prioritize other things above tidiness. Her job demanded much and rewarded little, a cruel combination which left her mentally and physically exhausted at the end of each day. The balm for this abrasive lifestyle took the form of mobile gaming, something that Anne would never describe herself as partaking of should she ever pause to examine her life from an objective point. Nevertheless, her typical evening involved coming home, getting undressed, making herself a microwave dinner, and crawling into bed where she would bask in the glow of her tablet as she connected lines of fruit or planted imaginary crops.

It was a wonder she managed to meet David, the reason for her sudden fury of cleanliness, at all. Her penchant for paying more attention to her tablet than to the woes of the world was not confined to her apartment. She had been sitting alone at a coffee shop during her lunch break. Her attention was focused on her phone where she was ensuring that her virtual cat collection had enough toys and cat nip, when David introduced himself.

“Excuse me,” David said. “Is anyone sitting here?” The unsolicited question snapped Anne out of her zombie state. She looked around and saw the coffee shop brimming with people. Smiling, she gestured to the seat. David sat down and looked over the woman sitting across from him. Anne was pretty, if a bit mousy and unkempt. “My name is David.”

Anne, slightly annoyed that the stranger insisted on engaging in conversation while she had pixel cats to tend, replied, “Anne.”

David waited for a moment, sipping his coffee, not exactly expecting Anne to continue the conversation. “I forgot my book.” Anne looked up from her phone again. “I usually bring a book with me,” David continued. “Makes it less awkward when I have to share a table. I don't read the damn thing, I just hold it open in front of me. Look around this place. No two people in here are actually talking to one another.”

Anne glanced around the room and realized David was right. A few people were having very muffled conversation. The room was noisy due to the shuffle of bodies and chairs as well as the gushes of steam from the coffee machines, but almost every customer was looking at their phone or a laptop or something. “I guess you're right,” she admitted. Suddenly, returning to her phone felt incredibly rude. “I'm sorry what was your name?”

David smiled. He was handsome with deep brown eyes and a broad smile. Anne figured his white shirt and tie meant he was from one of the nearby law firms. The shirt fit well and showed off a well kept body. She judged him likely a few years her junior. “David,” he answered, offering his hand. “So, Anne, what do you like to do on the weekends?”

The question perplexed her. “Mostly be at home,” she answered. “I'm not the social butterfly type. I usually lie around the house watching television, I think. I don’t keep much track of it, actually.”

“I get that,” David said, genuinely. “Spend all week fighting the other rats to get to work, be at work, and get home from work, the last thing you want to do on the two days of freedom is anything similar.” He took a long drink from his coffee. Anne didn't know what to do other than smile dumbly and wait. She began to wonder how long it had been since she'd had a conversation with a stranger. David resumed, “On the other hand, some times its good to blow off steam. Go out drinking and dancing, that kind of thing.”

Anne suppressed a small laugh, “Do I look like the kind of person who goes out dancing?”

David nodded, “Yeah, I think so. After a drink or two maybe. You quiet types don't fool me.” He grabbed a napkin, produced a pen from his shirt pocket, and started writing. “This is my number. If you get the feeling that you don't want to spend the weekend at home for a change. Give me a call.”

After that, David smiled and told her it was nice to meet her. Then he left. For a long while, Anne didn't understand what had happened. She had been sitting in a shop, minding her own business, and a strange man had come up to ask her out. Thinking about it for the remainder of her work day, she realized that she'd been asked out for a date. It hadn't taken a dating app or hours sitting alone at a bar or any time at a single's volleyball meet. Instead, a man — a good looking one at that — had seen her, thought she was worth speaking to, and asked her out.

Unfortunately, the immediate burst of happiness and self worth was replaced quickly by a feeling of dread and suspicion. Anne let a weekend pass, thinking it would be too forward, but decided the following weekend that she would like to see David again. She called. They had a nice conversation on the phone where he explained that his friends were going out and that she could meet them if she liked.

At each step, Anne the novelty of the situation intrigued her more than anything else. After meeting David and his friends for drinks, they spent the night talking and dancing and ended with a single kiss. Next, they met for dinner. Again, a few glasses of wine led them to discuss their lives a little more freely than the time before. The following weekend they went out again, but this time without the benefit of friends. They spent an hour or two dancing before going to get something to eat. They decided on a late night ice cream and spent an hour walking through the park. Finally, they had a long talk about relationships which ended up in their first time having sex.

This cycle repeated for several months. Anne was happy. David was happy. They moved beyond the odd dance of courtship and into a comfortable routine. A little too comfortable, Anne had thought. The relationship was like one of her games, she thought. Earn points until you unlock the next step and then repeat. David took a risk and spoke to her at the coffee shop to earn enough points to unlock a casual meetup with friends. They had worked through that to earn enough points to have dinner. Time and effort yielded enough points to have sex. This is not to say that she didn't love David or that David didn't love her, but, to Anne, the world made more sense when it was a game with defined systems.

And so, Anne frantically cleaned her apartment. David had been over several times during their relationship, though they both preferred to stay at his much nicer apartment. He had not shown any hang ups with her generally messy behavior, but she wanted the night to be special. Their relationship had stalled, and she had discerned three things, each with two facets, which could move it to the next level. First, she wanted to prove to David that she cared about him and stroke his male ego by exhibiting the housewife role. Anne thought the best way to demonstrate this was through making her apartment sanitary and cooking him dinner. Second, she wanted to make clear her intentions. Anne wanted to be a wife and most likely a mother. She decided to tell him such, believing it would give him a clear scenario while also playing into his instinctual need to create offspring and provide for a family. Finally, she wanted to show that despite her prior two goals, she would remain the woman he currently knew. Their sex life had been fairly vanilla, but they had discussed some different kinks which appealed to them. Anne decided to buy a particular costume David once mentioned. Adventurous sex would sate David's desire to remain wild and make him more comfortable with the prior two goals. At no point in her consideration of these matters did she find her approach odd.

After she finished cleaning the apartment, paying special attention to the bedroom, she decided to go out for the one last piece of her plan. Several years earlier, while out with a friend's bachelorette party, she wound up in an adult toy store, discreetly named Camille's. Once the house was spic and span, she grabbed her things and headed out.

A few minutes across town, Camille’s operated on a shopping plaza. As a result, the shop wasn't allowed to do any window advertising for their products. It maintained its customer base through a makeshift referral service. The storefront looked very plain other than the small warning on the door which gave a brief description of what was offered within. The majority of Camille's stock was slightly more risque lingerie than a person could find at Victoria's Secret, but the backrooms held the exotic fare. BDSM gear had taken on a new life after a recent popular book seemed to lighten the taboo. Anne wasn't looking for chains or even handcuffs, so she didn't bother to find out what other oddities lurked in the back of the shop.

As she entered Camille's, she went through the same phase of slightly juvenile behavior that any person experiences when in a sex shop. Once that giddy feeling passed, she began to search out the items that she needed. David's interest had always been in fishnet stockings, though Anne didn't understand why. She found stockings at first, but then came across a full version which the model on the box demonstrated should be worn similar to pants.

With her bottom half covered, she moved into the section of corsets. A young woman with a large number of tattoos and ear gauges came over to offer her assistance. Though mildly embarrassed, Anne had no idea how to properly pick out a corset. The woman took some measurements and started showing Anne things from a nearby rack. Anne couldn't decide between a white version or a black version so she decided to get both, try them on at home, and decide before David saw her. The tattooed woman took the items up to the register and started to package them up. Anne started to follow, but she noticed a small display of collars.

Moving over to it, she moved the crowded rack around so that she could see all the options. Some of them had spikes, others had lots of holes in them or notches. A few were more on the decorative side, having crosses or stars hanging off of them like a normal necklace. Finally, one caught her eye. It was a leather color with a brownish bell attached to it. She picked it up on impulse, imagining what she would look like in her full outfit with that tied around her neck. Anne didn't know any reason that it would appeal to David, but if she felt silly with it on, she wouldn't wear it.

The clerk complimented her on her choice, even though the collar proved difficult to ring up on the register.

David sighed. It was a long sigh of absolute contentment. He hated talking about relationships or the future, but after an hour of discussing marriage and kids, it was all behind them now. Anne had cooked him dinner, and they'd lapsed into the inevitable discussion. They agreed up and down, both wanted marriage and kids. Neither wanted to live in the city forever. Anne could be a stay at home wife after the wedding and they gave up her apartment. David would keep working in the city for a few more years until he could afford to open a private practice somewhere else. They had mapped out the whole of the next ten years over one meal and the Anne had disappeared into the bedroom, promising a special surprise to end the night on.

David started to clean away dishes. The door of the bedroom opened, and Anne stepped out into the living room.

“Jesus,” David said, grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “You look fucking amazing, babe.”

Anne twirled in front of him. The tight fitting corset pushed up her small tits into prominence. She'd chosen the black to better match the stocking. As she turned, David gawked at her the woman he was in love with. “Like what you see?” she asked, wiggling her ass at him.

David crossed over to her, and she led him into the bedroom. He couldn't believe any man could be so lucky. As they reached the bed, she turned to him and stood on her tip toes, gently bringing his face down to hers in a passionate kiss. The bell around her neck clanged softly as they pulled apart. Anne ran her hands inside of David's t-shirt, feeling his haggard breathing as his hands cupped her ass, toying with the mesh that covered her bottom. She moved her lips along his neck and sucked on his earlobe before saying, “You can do whatever you want with me.”

She moved her hands down to his pants. His erection strained painfully against the fabric until her hand wrapped around it briefly before pulling away to finish undressing him. Anne wasn't normally the kind to give blowjobs, but her outfit made her feel more in control. She sat down on the bed and spread her thighs, pulling David between them so that his cock was level with her mouth. Looking up at him, she opened her lips and let his cock slowly push between them into her open mouth.

The feeling of his girlfriend's tongue along the underside of his cock drove him wild. Anne looked incredibly sexy with his cock pushing against the side of her cheek, and her tits pushed up by the corset. David reveled in the feeling of her mouth working up and down his dick for a few minutes, but knew that if he let her continue then they wouldn't have a very long night. She'd gone to the trouble of getting all dressed up for him and he was certainly going to take advantage of that. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her hair, and gently stopped her. “Turn around and get on all fours,” he said with a strong voice.

Anne found herself slightly disappointed that he didn't want her to suck his cock any more, but her stomach fluttered at the idea of him fucking her from behind. Their lovemaking had been very tame so far. It had been a big step for her to get on top, let alone go head down and ass up for him while wearing a mesh stocking. She crawled onto the bed, making sure to give David the best view that she could as she moved. The bell around her neck rang louder. The sound oddly appealed to her, reverberating throughout the room as she moved.

David's cock throbbed at the sight of his girlfriend's ass in the mesh and fishnet. His hand pushed against her ass, making her raise her hips for him. The garment didn't have a particular opening, but he could tell that the netting around her pussy was wide enough to push his cock through without issue. His finger tested the area first, pushing against her wet lips until he found her opening and then sliding inside with ease. “My god, you're so wet. Does dressing like a slut get you horny?”

His language surprised her. Dirty talk was also something they had never tried, nor was it something that she thought would interest her. Nevertheless, hearing David call her a slut as his middle finger slipped inside her hot pussy drove her wild. “Yes. I get so wet for you when I get to be your slut. I want to be ready for your cock all the time. I want to feel you inside me. Will you fuck your slut with your big dick?”

David smirked as he pulled his finger out of her pussy. She watched over her shoulder as he used the same hand to slap her ass, leaving a bright red hand print beneath the mesh. He climbed onto the bed, letting his cock get trapped under her pussy as he pushed his abs against her ass. Her body was hot to the touch. His hands roamed over her back, toying with the strings on the back of her corset briefly before moving to the bottom of the garment and sliding his hand underneath it. Roughly, he grabbed hold of the corset and pushed her down, causing her to crane her hips up even further. He pulled back so that his cock sprang up and nestled between her outer folds. David started to push forward, feeling his cock sink easily inside Anne, each inch disappearing inside her hot, tight pussy with no resistance at all. Anne moaned as he bottomed out inside of her.

Her inner walls contracted around his length, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her, and resisting as he started to withdraw. David's stamina was waning. He held tight to the corset, keeping Anne in position as he started to fuck her with purpose. The sound of flesh wetly slapping against flesh filled the room. “You like fucking me? Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum inside me, David? Fill me up with your hot cum?”

It was too much for him. His cock jerked inside of her as the first gout of cum erupted from the tip. Anne reached up and grabbed his balls, pulling them lightly as he continued to spurt inside of her. David let out a long groan and shoved himself harder inside of her, his hands grabbing her ass and squeezing as he emptied his balls. Finally spent, he sat back on his heels, letting his cock slide out of her. Anne rolled onto her side on the bed, the bell around her neck clanging again.

They looked at each other and smiled. Anne felt his cum starting to slip out of her. She broke their afterglow silence, “I'm going to go clean up. You stay here and rest. We're doing that again.”

In the bathroom mirror, Anne looked at her outfit. The collar had started to chafe her, but she couldn't seem to find the buckle to take it off. With each movement, the bell rang despite her efforts to hold it silent. Every time it jingled, it grew warmer in her grasp. A strange feeling crept over her. Something was wrong. Trying to remain calm, she thought David would be able to remove it.

As she reentered the bedroom, David asked, “Hey babe, something wrong?”

A feeling of intense pain exploded through Anne's body as she reached the bed, causing her to fall forward onto her hands and knees once more. The feeling vanished as quickly as it came, but a new sensation took its place. Her chest felt as though it were wrapped in a tightening rope. “The corset,” she said breathlessly. “I need to get the corset off.” Mild panic filled her voice, and the tight feeling grew worse.

“Oh shit,” David said. “Anne, your breasts, they're getting....bigger?”

Anne looked down at her chest. He was right. Her breasts were swelling in size, spilling over the top of the corset and causing it to crush her ability to breath. “Scissors,” she gasped, “on the dresser.”

David hopped out of bed quickly and went for the scissors. Anne stayed on her hands and knees because any time she tried to raise herself up, the pain returned. “Ok, I'm going to cut it off, don't move,” he said as he returned. Carefully, he positioned the scissors along the laces of the corset and quickly snipped apart each one.

The pressure stopped as the corset fell away from her. Desperately, she pulled it off entirely and threw it aside. Her breasts spilled out underneath her arched back, twice the size they should have been. “Jesus, what's happening to me?” She brought her hand up to her breast and felt it. The flesh wasn’t an illusion or some bizarre prosthetic. It was her, warm and supple. Her body squirmed with pleasure as she cupped her tit. Despite the horror of the moment, her pussy grew wet with desire.

David watched as his girlfriend started to unconsciously rock her hips back and forth as she massaged her breasts. They continued to grow, no longer the modest B's of the woman he had fucked moments before, but reaching the D mark with no sign of stopping. David moved to her side and tentatively reached out to feel her other breast. As his hand touched the soft tissue, lightly raking his finger over her engorged nipple, Anne's body went rigid with orgasm. Her free hand went between her legs to rub her clit as he eyes clenched shut. She let out little gasps and moans as David continued to squeeze her boob. The scene was enough to have him rock hard again already. He eyed her ass with lust.

Anne needed him inside of her. It was more than a desire, it was a physical necessity. As her orgasm subsided, she looked over at him with pleading eyes, “Fuck me, please.” She said it with a haggard whisper and David needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself behind her again, but this time decided to pull down the mesh bottom, exposing her full bare ass to him.

“You like being fucked, don't you?” he jeered. “Big fat titties and a bell around your neck. Just like a little moo-cow. Is that what you are? Are you my little moo-cow slut?” He shoved his cock inside of her, roughly. David moved in and out of her with a steady pace as she continued to squeeze and grope her tits. He could see her breasts continuing to expand, spilling over her hands as she kept trying to hold them. Soon, her nipples raked against the bed as he slammed into her from behind.

Anne's mind boiled with pleasure. David's cock shoved inside of her again and again as she squeezed her nipples. Somewhat surprised, she felt something wet oozing from her breast. More and more of it started to drip out from her nipples. Looking at her hand, she saw a thin white substance. Milk, she thought. Immediately she realized why her breasts felt so full. They were filled with milk, big udders just like a cow. Despite how amazing it felt, she knew it wasn't right. This wasn't normal. Turning around, she looked at David and said, “Moooooooo!”

David's cock twitched as his girlfriend mooed at him. At first, she sounded shocked, but now her lowing was sultry and satisfied. Again his cock erupted inside of her, spraying his seed deep in her hungry womb. He watched with satisfaction as she started to squeeze her breasts in time with the waves of his cum coating her insides. As he pulled out of her dripping pussy, he thought his cock was thicker and longer. The skin around his balls was getting thicker as well. He knew it should trouble him, but he didn't want to worry about it. A small tinkling voice reminded him that such things were for others to worry about.

Anne rolled onto her side. Her bull's cum leaking out between her legs. David moved to her side, nuzzling his face between her fat udders for a moment before latching onto her tit and taking a long drink of her milk. She mooed with contentment.

Archive entry #1275: A leather strap with small, copper bell. The strap has four notches and a buckle. Recovered from an apartment in Cleveland, Ohio and sourced to a local shop named Camille’s. Item did not appear in inventory logs of shop, nor did questioned employees know of its origin. Employee who sold item expressed a strong, unusual desire for its return. We believe the item was left intentionally in the shop by an unknown party.

Item analysis indicates the leather is bovine. Metal materials trace to southern Europe. Item is highly resistant to damage, but not impervious.

From the site of acquisition, two subjects were recovered, a male and female identified as REDACTED and REDACTED, hereby designated 1275a and 1275b. Item #1275 was removed from the neck of the recovered female. Both subjects had undergone extensive physical transformation. The male was subdued with tranquilizers, but the female was wholly docile. After medical examination, they were relocated to Site 8C for further examination.

The female experienced aggressive development of sexual features. Additionally, female expresses milk with uncanny ease. Similarly, the male has developed extensive muscle growth as well as changes to genitalia. Skin around scrotum and penis has thickened. Penis has lengthened and added girth. Semen samples contain unaltered human DNA, suggesting normal reproductive function remains. Both subjects have lost normal vocalization ability.

In a trial experiment, four volunteers were introduced to the female subject. Though all participants responded enthusiastically, the male subjects did not experience any physical changes. In a mirror test, two female volunteers were exposed to the male subject with similar results. Lack of similar transformation leads investigators to believe the changes are tied to exposure to the necklace.

During transport, two agents suffered exposure. Both are now housed along with 1275a.

Item #1275 is highly dangerous and contains some level of coercive agent. After evaluation, item will be deposited in a level 3 container and archived at Site 8B.