Citizens: City of Charming V

Tara was happy. She’d been happy the day she met Kurt, the day they got married, and the day they decided to move out of their small apartment. She’d been happy lots of days between those days as well, but now she was happy all the time. From the moment she woke up and Kurt’s cock prodded her newly soft rear, a wonderful, buzzing happiness consumed her. The only glimmer of sadness came when she had to confront the idea of being without Kurt for any length of time. She knew he had to go to work to provide for them and do the great things for which he had gone to school for so long and worked so hard.

In turn, she’d come to accept her own role in it. As a younger woman, she’d pictured herself in fancy suits and a glossy haircut standing at a wall sized window on the umpteenth floor of a very important building. At the snap of her fingers, people would scurry to enact her will, bringing her coffee or budget reports or whatever else a woman in her position would require. She would stand at the head of a powerful organization. Depending on the day and her mood, the fantasy would see her as a calculated millionaire, a political mastermind, or a benevolent, quirky entrepreneur. Those fantasies changed when she met Kurt. In their place, she pictured a quiet life together, perhaps with children and perhaps not. The broad window remained, but looking out over a small, sun filled garden rather than the cold of a city. She’d wanted a quiet, comfortable life for them where they both worked diligently through the week and had lazy Sunday mornings in their comfortable bed.

She reflected on those thoughts as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her body. Tara did not feel the alarm and confusion that her husband experienced as their changes began. She understood that Charming was changing them, but she did not understand why that should alarm her. The changes did not hurt. Quite the opposite. She’d felt amazing since their first night sleeping in town. The only moment of disquiet came on Kurt’s first day of work. She had been trying to read and couldn’t make out most of the words. Tara didn’t feel dumber, but how would she know? She knew the pitfalls of the old adages about ignorance, but surely bliss that she could experience was better than an intelligence she might have had.

With that in mind and with her husband’s cock gone to work, she did an experiment. She found a difficult word that she knew the meaning of. “Auspicious.” She wrote it down on a piece of paper under the phrase “You know what this means. If you can’t remember it, then you’re getting dumber.” She left the paper on the kitchen table and went back to the bedroom. As an auxiliary experiment, she intended to try and not think about sex, but she failed quickly. Sex was the only thing on her mind and within twenty minutes of writing down the word, she found her dildo in the packed boxes and plunged it between her legs.

Masturbation had always been a rare occurrence which grew rarer once she met Kurt. She didn’t know why she bothered to keep the dildo at all, but she was glad she did. The plastic phallus was a poor substitute for her husband, but it served its purpose. She found the bit of paper hours later when she went for a drink of water. The word “auspicious” was nonsense, but the lesson was clear. The sex boiled her brain in whatever form it took. Twenty minutes with the dildo in her pussy had robbed her of an unknown chunk of vocabulary, perhaps a blowjob would take another five percent, and a hard fuck from Kurt would melt her brain.

They’d fucked almost two dozen times since then. Her brain was a bubbly mess of words she would have found repulsive a few days earlier. Each time her body came and, to a lesser degree, each time Kurt unloaded his balls into her mouth or pussy, she felt a little dumber. Each fuck brought her one step closer to becoming a cum hungry slut who didn’t know how to do anything other than cooking and laundry. It was a far cry from the life of a rich corporate executive and even from the smaller dream of a country home, but it came with something those dreams didn’t. Pure, unmitigated bliss. Each time Kurt pushed inside of her, she touched on that effervescent idea. All other cares melted away, and her life became something perhaps less human, but definitely more enjoyable. She guessed that another day would let her brain match her body. The engorged breasts, smooth pussy, and bubble ass would be nicely complimented by the giggling, sex hungry nympho personality.

The glisten of Kurt’s cum had dried into a chalky substance on her tits. She decided to take a shower and eagerly looked forward to the feeling of hot water coursing over all of her new curves. While the shower heated up, she rubbed her flat tummy wondering if Kurt had managed to get her pregnant yet. She had the distinct feeling that pregnancy in Charming was inevitable if not immediate. How could all of these virile men and buxom women not be breeding like rabbits? She’d only been off the birth control for about half of their fucking in the past two days, but she thought it was good enough to let him fuck other women in the meantime. She stepped into the shower and her muscles relaxed from head to toe. The water cascaded down over her tits and dripped from the underside of their new shape. In moments, she covered herself in a fresh smelling soap and wished that Kurt could see her, wet and slick. She made a mental note to have him fuck her in the shower.

While her ability to read and add might have diminished, her creativity for sex had tripled. Her mind tumbled through new positions and new toys and the endless possibilities of adding a third partner. Tara had never been a jealous woman, but she’d also not had a reason to be. Kurt loved her greatly and had no eyes for any others. But that was the old them. The new them needed different rules.

She found the confused look on her husband’s face that morning cute. He’d just cum on her tits when she told him to fuck anyone if he got too horny. She wondered if he was facing a moral dilemma in it or if he was still preoccupied by the idea of being too horny at all. Tara didn’t now how he’d made it through the first day of work, but he’d done so, if barely. He’d fucked her the moment he walked in the door, but she’d been diddling herself most of the afternoon. If Kurt was expected to go to work, he would need to be able to relieve himself during the day somehow. Tara considered going to visit him at lunch and maybe around four, but that would detract from her household duties. And once she was pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to make the trips as easily. The most convenient solution would be to fuck the women in his office which is why the stories about the milking tables in the conference rooms didn’t surprise her.

Tara turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off, but took no actions to get dressed. Whatever substance created the changes in their bodies, it not only increased her breast and ass size, but greatly reduced the amount of shaving required. The opposite had happened to Kurt. She squeezed her breasts as she thought of his hairy chest raking against her back as he humped into her. As she rubbed her tits, she wondered how many orgasms she had left before she was a complete ditz. Perhaps if they left that night, all of her old personality would return. Maybe even their bodies would revert back to normal. She shuddered at the thought. How could she go back to being normal after she’d experienced this new body? For that matter, how could she ever look at Kurt the same if he lost all that muscle and the new, thick cock. Picturing it filled her body with a humming warmth.

Her body flushed as the wave of arousal rushed over her. She’d been happy to relieve her husband of his load before he left and had developed an enjoyment of blowjobs well beyond anything she’d previously imagined, but she’d have preferred another hard fuck. She moved into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. The sheets, even after a few days use, still felt fresh and clean against her bare skin. Reclining on the pillows, she spread her legs and closed her eyes. She imagined Kurt hovering over her, his heavy musk permeating the air. She pictured his hands grabbing her hands and jerking them above her head so that her heavy tits jiggled. Her fingers ran lightly along her inner thighs, tickling herself and causing small ripples of delight to flutter up her body. Tara thought of Kurt’s thighs, rigid and muscular, sliding between her soft legs as he lowered himself to her. She sought in her memories for something more pleasurable or satisfying than the moment his cock slipped into her, but found nothing, except the feeling of his cock spurting deep within her. Her fingers delved between her pussy lips, sliding easily inside of her.

She slowly plunged in and out of herself enjoying the sensation but wishing it was something thicker. Additional partners for Kurt hadn’t been the limit of her imagination. She still loved him and wanted to be the first to bear him a child, but that didn’t mean she should be satisfied with his cock and no others. Once she was well pregnant, she didn’t see any harm in visiting the neighbors. She’d eyed a few men when they’d gone sightseeing. Her mind turned to the idea of Kurt and another man, the stranger pushing into her tight pussy as Kurt lowered her ass onto his cock. Her palm pushed down and her hips instinctively pushed up against it, rubbing her clit as she continued to stroke in and out of herself. The pressure built to its peak, and her body seized up as her orgasm tore through her body. Another added benefit of the changes which she didn’t understand but very much appreciated was the intensity of her orgasm. She had seen it in Kurt as well as he produced more cum over a longer period when he came. Her orgasms shook her as heat rushed through her body, making it no wonder that she could forget words and numbers as they seemed to boil out of her head.

As the haze cleared she spoke to herself, “Whew. Careful Tara or you’ll be a drooling bimbo by the time Kurt gets home.” Her fingers continued to play with her pussy lips for a few seconds before she forced herself to stop. Thinking she should get some kind of housework done, at least until she needed to masturbate again, she got out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. She stood naked in the half moved in room, looking around at the various tasks she needed to accomplish, but couldn’t stop her mind from thinking back to when Kurt fucked her at the kitchen sink. This naturally led to fantasies of the same act in different ways. She judged the height of the counters to be a little too high for her to sit on while Kurt fucked her, but maybe she could get him a small stepping stool to stand on. She loved the idea of bending over the kitchen counters or leaning against the cabinets while Kurt had his way with her. It wasn’t a fantasy she’d had before, but nothing surprised her about Charming.

As she settled on a task, putting away the glassware, she encountered a brand new sensation. A tight pressure had started in her chest, radiating out through the soft tissue of her breasts. Curious, she brought her hands up to massage her tits, finding the nipples and surrounding area quite sensitive, even by the standards of the past few days. Tara had not consciously noticed any of the other changes to her body as they happened. More importantly, none of them had come with pain or discomfort if the horniness was ruled out. This felt different. The pressure didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable, like an ill fitted bra. She squeezed her tits in a steady rhythm, the external pressure alleviating the ache inside the soft tissue. After a few moments, a moan escaped her lips. She didn’t know when the discomfort became pleasure, but didn’t question it. She thought about going to get her dildo to at least have something inside of her, but the pressure in her breasts grew more urgent.

Without any warning, the pressure moved. It rushed forward, and Tara understood. She went over to the sink and leaned forward. Her mammoth tits dangled out, perky and full. Carefully, she squeezed her nipples and tiny drops of pearly white fluid beaded up from the aggravated red skin. Milk! My milk! She continued to knead her breasts and pinch at her nipples. More tiny droplets oozed from her nipples, but the pressure only continued to build. Her hands moved back and started to massage her whole breasts. The pleasure built with each pull and tweak. The ache returned to her pussy. She needed something to fuck her while she was milked. Keeping at it, she was pleased to feel the warm fluid started to flow a little more freely to the point where it dripped out over her fingers and into the sink beneath her. Oh, what am I doing?

She dashed over to the boxes and found a pitcher. Determined to take a more systematic approach, she concentrated on one of her breasts, holding it over the opening of the pitcher while using her other hand to toy with her pussy. She started milking herself earnestly. It was slower than she expected, but probably, she thought, because it was her first time. The pressure didn’t abate, even as a steady dribble of milk leaked from her. Instead, she focused on getting herself off as a distraction from the discomfort. Working herself up to orgasm once again, she was pleased to find the pressure easing. The closer she came to orgasm, the more the milk seemed to flow. Then she understood. While the massage felt good, she didn’t think it was necessary. She turned her full attention to playing with her pussy and in moments she was twitching with orgasm. Milk gushed from both of her tits, emptying into the pitcher and splashing down the front of her body. It continued into the throes of afterglow until finally coming to a stop.

The tense pressure finally abated, but she could still feel her breasts swelling with more milk. Tara didn’t want to interrupt Kurt’s day so soon, but her milk coming in wasn’t something that happened every day. As far as she was concerned, she would be a milking cow for the rest of their time in Charming. After cleaning up with a towel, she found her phone. Luckily, Kurt’s number was saved. Unfortunately it took her a while to remember how the phone worked. I’m such a dumb cow, she thought. She called him and giggled as the phone rang.

“Hey hon,” Kurt answered. Tara could hear movement and the sound of someone else’s excited breath.

“Kurt! I have such great news! Are you busy?”

There was a slight pause. “Just fucking someone named Marie.”

Her pussy spasmed at the idea of her husband being on the phone with her while his cock was balls deep inside of another woman. “Ooo, does she have better tits than me?”

“Not yet. What’s the news?”

Not yet? Was she new in Charming too? “You’ll have to come home and see. Bring Marie if she wants. I’d love to watch you fuck her. And I’d love to taste her pussy.”

“That sounds fun,” came the lilting tones of the other woman. Tara was surprised by her feelings, though she didn’t know how to describe them. She’d never had a sister, but from that simple reply, she thought that she did now.

“Hurry! I’ll be waiting.”

Kurt’s mind could think of nothing greater than a few words at a time. Pussy. Cum. Tits. Milk. Lurid phrases repeated over and over as he and Marie made their way to Kurt’s home. The walk home was not uneventful. In the small park of the town square, people had come out in the middle of the day to fuck and suck in broad daylight. Kurt wondered how they weren’t arrested, but stopped that thought when he saw two policemen tag teaming a woman in the ice cream shop. Marie almost led him by the leash, pulling on his cock to keep his mind on his goal. She was less infected by the town, he knew, but she was still under its wonderful spell. She was even nice enough to stop and suck him off about halfway home. The day was only a few hours old and he’d already had sex four times. He couldn’t wait to find out what Tara had as a surprise.

When they reached the house, both Kurt and Marie’s haze of sexual euphoria was tinged by a glimmer of self consciousness. Even with things as strange as office sized orgies, Kurt had brought home a woman he’d been fucking that wasn’t his wife. As Kurt entered the house, any worries evaporated immediately. Tara sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes closed and her dildo shoved into her pussy. She wasn’t using it due to her hands being occupied massaging her breasts. On the coffee table sat a pitcher of milk only about a quarter full, but Kurt knew exactly where it had come from. Forgetting about Marie entirely, he strode into the room, pulling off his clothes as he walked. Tara opened her eyes and smiled at him, but immediately shifted her gaze to Marie who had remained awkwardly beside the door. Kurt grabbed the pitcher and turned it up. Warm creamy milk hit his lips, and he could feel his entire body vibrate with arousal. As he drank down his wife’s milk, his cock throbbed to full attention, tantalizing both of the women in the room.

Marie came over to the couch and started to make an introduction. Tara cut her off with a kiss. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and dropped it on the floor as she rolled on top of the new woman. Kurt watched as his wife quickly undressed their new friend. Within a minute, the two women were writhing on top of one another while Kurt stroked his painfully erect cock. The two naked women teased each other with kisses. Tara was the more ambitions, lowering her mouth to suck on Marie’s breasts while her hand delved between the other woman’s pussy lips. My husband fucked you already. He filled you up with his cum and you came from it, didn’t you. She delighted in the thoughts and started to crawl down to lick Marie’s pussy before Kurt caught her hand and pulled her to her feet. He did the same to Marie and half led, half dragged them back to the bedroom.

Kurt threw them both onto their backs beside one another. Grabbing Tara first, he lowered himself on top of her, just as she’d imagined. His cock pushed eagerly at the entrance to her pussy, but more imperatively his mouth lowered to her right breast. His tongue rolled over the pert nipple for a second or two as Tara’s anticipation built. Then he sucked, hard. A stream of milk flowed into Kurt’s mouth, and he moaned. At the same time, he pushed forward, plunging his cock into her hungry pussy. The ache she’d felt since she’d sucked him off that morning burst into a wave of pleasure that rocked through her body. He started to stroke into her slowly, his cock swelling inside her with each jet of milk into his mouth. Tara was almost to the edge of madness when Marie lowered her mouth to the other nipple. The intense pressure in Tara’s breasts lessened as they sucked her dry. Marie’s hand drifted between them to toy with Tara’s clit as Kurt relentlessly fucked her. The stimulations were all too much for Tara. Her body felt like pure energy. She sensed the remainder of her old self slipping away and wished it a glad goodbye. Kurt released her tit from his mouth as he started to cum. The sudden change in pressure caused a jet of milk to spray into the air and splash on her stomach. Marie quickly lapped it up as Kurt emptied his balls in Tara’s pussy.

The milk had given Kurt some immediate surge in virility. No sooner had the waves of cum stopped than he pulled out of his wife with a still hard cock. Marie eyed it greedily. With a series of nudges and pulls, she climbed on top of Tara. She lowered her mouth into a passionate kiss as Kurt eyed her upturned ass. He stepped back to admire his own luck. Two beautiful swollen pussies, one already leaking his cum, presenting themselves for him. He grabbed handfuls of Marie’s ass and slid into her waiting pussy.

“You must be Marie. Isn’t Kurt’s cock wonderful?” Tara’s hands danced up and down Marie’s sides as their breasts squished together. Marie’s face was contorted in concentration. “If you keep letting him fuck you like that and drinking my milk, you’re going to wind up a pregnant cow just like me.” Marie whimpered and moaned. “Kurt’s already fucked all my brains out. I’m just his dumb cow of a wife now. But I’m still good at sucking cock and playing with titties.” She paused her taunting to draw Marie down into a long kiss. The two women smiled as they broke apart. “Is this what you want? Do you want to be stuffed again and again until your belly swells up with Kurt’s seed and your titties swell up with milk?”

“God, yes,” Marie hissed.

“We can be like sisters. You can move in, and Kurt can take turns fucking us every night. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Please, anything to keep getting fucked by this fat cocked stud.”

Kurt grunted and pulled out of Marie for a second, overwhelmed by choice. He angled his cock down and shoved into his wife again. Tara gasped, and Marie took the interlude to lower her mouth to Tara’s breasts again for more of the rich milk. Kurt pulled out, his cock coated with his cum and his wife’s lubrication and shoved his thick rod back into Marie. Wild primal thoughts reigned in his mind, and he wondered if he would ever be sated. Tara’s hand slipped down to rub her clit in rhythm with the suck of Marie’s mouth. Marie moaned around the swollen nipple as Kurt’s cock swelled inside of her. A fresh torrent of cum sprayed into Marie’s womb. Her mind bubbled with hormones, and she sucked hard on the stream of delicious milk. Feeling her partners orgasm tipped Tara over the edge once more and they all cooed and moaned into a delirious mess.

Minutes later, Kurt collapsed on to the bed to rest. The two women snuggled up to either side of him before both reaching out to stroke his cock. Unbelievably, they could both have a hand wrapped around his shaft, one on top of the other. After a few seconds of trial and error, they worked out how to stroke in rhythm. Globs of precum oozed from the tip, and the girls took turns licking the head clean. “Honey, we talked it over, and if it’s all right with you, I think Marie should move in with us.”

“Really?” he looked from one of them to the other.

“Of course,” Marie answered. “How else can we be sure you got me pregnant unless I’m here to fuck you, too? I can keep going to work for a while as well.”

Kurt’s brow furrowed. It made sense, he supposed. His arms wrapped around them and pulled them tight, a hand resting on each of their asses. With one final thought, he dismissed any worries about the City of Charming.

Four months later, Kurt emerged from the bedroom, leaving Marie on her side, cum oozing from her pussy. It had taken a bit longer to get either of the girls pregnant than they’d expected, but they all very much enjoyed the journey. He dropped on the couch beside Tara and put his hand on her swollen stomach. Her beauty had only grown and now she exuded a motherly glow that nothing could surpass. It was matched in intensity only by Marie’s envy. Kurt had the wonderful duty of keeping both women well bred, but he often visited other houses around town and allowed his own house to be visited in turn. Kurt developed a close friendship with his coworkers and got to know their wives intimately. Mike in particular became like a brother. In a bizarre decision, only possible in Charming, it was decided that Mike would breed Tara next and, in turn, Kurt would take Mike’s place with his lovely wife.

None of it seemed unusual to Kurt or Tara. In fact, Kurt noticed his first unusual thing in four months as he sat beside Tara on the couch. His head was clearer than it had been since they moved in, but he had not understood why until that moment. “Hon, looks like we’re getting new neighbors.” He raised the slat of the blinds and saw a pair of women unloading boxes from the back of a truck. “Looks like a pair of sisters. Maybe even twins.”

Tara smiled from the couch, “Can’t wait to meet them.”

The end.