Bianca meets Diamico part 3
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(This is my first TG story. Could you please leave a
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the second part of this? Thanks.)
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By Anonymous Mr. TG
I was just a regular college student before all of this
started. I was going to an elite (and very expensive)
private college in Vermont (which shall remain nameless)
and I was visiting a friend of mine in Atlanta over summer
break.
I went with my friend Aaron to a bar there. We were going
to listen to some music and pick up some girls. We were
listening to the band playing, a crappy alternative rock
band. There were people on the floor dancing and we were
looking at them. My eye quickly came to a fat girl that was
dancing in the middle of the floor. I pointed it out to
Aaron and we both looked away in revulsion before looking
back out of morbid curiosity and laughing at her. She saw
us pointing and laughing at her and she came up to us. We
were both kind of scared.
She came up to us and started crying and said, "It wasn't
nice of you to point like that."
Being an arrogant little prick I said, "And it wasn't nice
of you to make me lose my lunch like that. Lose fifty
pounds and a guy might be interested in you if you paid
him."
The girl ran off crying and Aaron and I had a good laugh. A
few hours later we picked up a couple of pretty girls and
went over to their apartment. We fucked until the night was
over and we fell asleep. When we woke up we had no idea
where we were. We both felt weak, like we had been drugged.
We were in a pink room that was decorated in a very girly
way. Everything there screamed "feminine" and most of the
things were either pink or lacy. The door opened and the
fat girl from the club walked in. She was wearing a loose
white shirt styled like the nurse shirts and a loose black
skirt. There were several other girls with her with similar
figures that could be described as "voluptuous".
"After what you assholes pulled in the club I should kill
you but instead I will give you a taste of your own
medicine. You will be punished for what you did and you
will never treat a BBW badly again."
Aaron said, "What are you going to do to us?"
She laughed and said, "You will see. But first you fellows
seem thirsty, how about a drink?"
One of the large girls with her took a wine glass out from
one of the drawers. It was the kind of glass that you used
for red wine. She filled the bottom fifth of it or so with
a blue liquid from a small bottle.
Then she went over to the fat girl and said, "Mistress
Elizabeth, the glasses are prepared, may I milk you?"
Mistress Elizabeth nodded and the girl meticulously removed
her large breast from underneath her loose shirt. The
breast had pale skin and a large pink nipple and aureole.
The girl slowly massaged the breast and fondled the nipple
until milk came out in to the glass. Mistress Elizabeth
moaned with pleasure while the glass filled with her white
milk. I was repulsed by this and yet at the same time it
was incredibly erotic. When the first glass was filled, the
girl did the same thing to her other breast and both
glasses were soon full of milk.
"Now you are going to drink this."
We tried to resist but we were so weak physically from
whatever drug we were given the night before that we could
do little to struggle. The large women overpowered us and
held our mouths open while the milk was poured in to them.
The second that the milk hit our tongues though, our
struggle was over. The milk was just luxurious to drink. We
savored every drop of the flavor and it assaulted our taste
buds from all sides. Our senses were overwhelmed. When we
drank the milk it was like nothing else in the world
mattered. We could only savor the milk for so long before
it was all down our throats. We both fell to the ground
with a feeling of dull contentment.
Mistress Elizabeth looked to us and said, "Savor that
feeling because it will not last long."
Neither of us was able to make the words out that she said
but we knew she said something. We were too busy with the
experience to care. Until...
A terrible pain came over both of our bodies. It was like
our entire bodies were on fire and we lie on the floor
writhing in pain. We screamed and hoped that the pain would
be over or that we would die quickly. The pain went on for
hours. It would stop and them come back up again. We
eventually passed out.
When we woke, we saw that Mistress Elizabeth was in the
room.
"I am glad to see that you are up. This is going to be a
very interesting experience for you. Get up and go to the
mirror."
I had no choice but get up and go to the mirror. I was
shocked by what I saw. I was naked and I looked like a
prepubescent girl. I seemed to be about eleven years old
and my body had not started to develop any curve at all. My
blonde hair seemed silkier and shinier and my face was like
mine when I was a young boy, only more feminine. I was
probably about four feet even and weighed about sixty
pounds. I was absolutely tiny. I felt so delicate.
I started crying and asked what happened to me.
"You have been transformed as has your friend. You will
soon learn the pleasures of large women, intimately."
Aaron saw himself in the mirror and started to cry as well.
"Don't cry. You will be taken care of here. We have
forgiven you for what you have done and we are giving you
the chance to make amends. But first we need to take care
of those names, you have boy's names and they will not do
for girls. Aaron, you can keep your name but you will now
spell it like a girl. And Patrick, we cannot call you
Patricia, how about just Tricia? I like those names. What
do you think Patrick and Tricia?"
"Fuck off you crazy bitch."
"Being so rude to me. I guess I have no choice but to leave
you here. You little girls will be getting awfully hungry
soon though and you may get cranky."
Mistress Elizabeth got up and left the room. As she walked
her gigantic ass moved from side to side erotically. Erin
and I seemed like we would have been turned on by it but
there was no sexual feeling of any kind towards anything.
When she left I asked Erin, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, I think we need to try and escape."
"What can we do?"
"We can try and run past them when they open the door
again. Only one of us may make it out but the one that gets
out can tell the police."
"Good idea."
We planned out what we would do. Over the next three hours,
out stomachs began to grumble. We had never felt so hungry
before. It eventually got so bad that we were lying on the
bed moaning with pain. The door opened and Mistress
Elizabeth entered. Mistress Elizabeth was wearing a white
bra and panties, clothing which emphasized her ample
curves. We wanted to get up and escape but the pain from
our stomachs kept us from being able to stand up.
"How are my little Erin and my little Tricia? Are you girls
hungry?"
We both cried and softly said that we were.
"Is the pain terrible?"
We nodded.
"Would you do anything to eat something?"
We nodded. We were so hungry.
"Then come here my little darlings."
She took off her bra and her breasts feel free. Her skin
was of a lily white alabaster and you could see her breasts
were the reddest part of her body. Her nipples were large
and pink and they were like two ripe strawberries begging
someone to come and suck on them. Her aureoles were large
and pink as well. Her breasts were so soft. I had to go
there. They were calling me.
Erin and I went to her breasts and we happily began to
drink her milk. It was so warm and so flavorful. We savored
every drink of the milk and we let the flavor seep through
our bodies. I knew that we had to break away and I tried
with all of my strength but I could not even move the
tiniest fraction of an inch. It just felt so good. The
milking lasted about an hour but it seemed like it went on
for an eternity of bliss.
"You girls like my milk don't you? You will soon be making
milk of your own and you will be able to give it to me."
We know that she said something but we did not understand
what it was. Our entire minds were focused on experiencing
her milk and suckling from her teat. We moved in to her
soft curves. We were content for the first time in our
lives. She could have said that we were to be killed and
eaten that night and we would not care, we just lost
ourselves in her soft curves and breasts. We were drinking
her milk and that was all that mattered.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Sherry
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