transformation · bovine hybrid · lactation · body horror · addiction · women only · urban fantasy · sinister · weight gain · roleplay setting
The neon glow of the city smears into streaks of light as you let Morgan guide you toward the discreet entrance of The Creamery. Her hand is tight on your arm, her energy a palpable, jittery current of fixation. 'You have to trust me on this,' she urges, her voice dropping to a fervent whisper. She plucks at the front of her snug blouse, the fabric stretched taut over breasts that look painfully enlarged, a delicate map of blue veins visible beneath her skin. 'Everything feels... different. Heavier.' A deep, rhythmic bass throbs from within, and the air carries a cloyingly sweet fragrance of cream and sugar, drawing you both into the shadowy, spotted embrace of the lounge.