Thirty Milky Days Day 3
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Thirty Milky Days - Day 1
Waking up the next morning was probably one the odder experiences in my
life. I woke to sunlight streaming across my face while Alicia's
fingers stroked my achingly hard nipple. Her other hand traced idly up
and down my sensitive nether regions, teasing me. My whole body was
comfortably sore from last night. I attempted to feign still being
asleep, but, when Alicia's fingers entered my pussy, I let out an
involuntary sigh of pleasure.
"Hmm... thought so." Alicia sucked on my ear. "Time to wake up, pet.
We have a long day ahead of us." Her fingers withdrew from me, leaving
me achingly empty and hungry for more than just breakfast.
As Alicia slid from the bed, I stretched my new body, paying attention
to each muscle moved, each shifting curve and the new weight in my
chest. Sitting up was a novel experience as the weight on my chest was
both notable and different, while my now rounder posterior sat me both
slightly higher on the bed and was even more sensitive to the sensation
of the silk bed sheets.
In the light of the morning, I cupped my breasts with my hands. They
were each less than a handful, though I couldn't begin to guess the cup
size. They struck me as bigger than the B cups that Mistress's used to
be. "Alicia," I thought, trying to focus, "her name is Alicia, not
Mistress." I shook my head and notices my long hair, while normally
shoulder length and dark, was a light finer and silkier than I
remembered.
Slowly, I stood, then, as Mistress... Alicia, was in the shower, made
my way to the guest bathroom to use the facilities. It was weird
adjusting to this new body. I barely even looked at myself in the
mirror before sitting down relieving myself. Finishing, I cleaned
myself off and washed my hands. That was when I got the first look at
my body.
My face had taken a rather androgynous look, though it was on the
pretty side. Full lips, high cheek bones, but something you could
classify as either a pretty boy or a slightly butch girl. I tried to
pout cutely then looked at the rest of my body. While my breasts did
seem to fit on my frame, the rest of my body was more like a young,
teenage girl that had just enough curves to say she had them. My rear
was a little bigger than it used to be and, when I ran my slender
fingers over it, I couldn't help but moan.
"Naughty girl," I heard from the doorway. Alicia was standing there,
wearing one of my old t-shirts that was stretched across her now ample
breasts, along with a pair of yoga pants I never recalled her owning.
"No playing with yourself. Go take a shower. I get you something to
wear while I do."
I sighed. "The spa, right?" She nodded at me. I really didn't want
to go, but, on the other hand, I didn't want to have to leave either.
"Wouldn't you prefer to stay at home and play with your pet?"
Alicia laughed at me. "Nice try. Get your butt in gear or get
packing. You have half an hour." I frowned and pouted. The glare
Mistress... why do I keep calling her that? The glare Alicia gave me
was enough to quell any further resistance. "Oh, and no playing with
yourself while in the shower."
I sighed and made my way to the other bathroom, getting into the
shower, only to notice Alicia watching me from the doorway. I showered
as quickly as I could and, while washing my hair, noticed that she'd
left the room. Finishing my shower, I toweled myself off and walked
back to the bedroom.
On the bed was a pair of knee high socks, one of Alicia's knee length
black nylon skirts, black silk panties and a black, long sleeved nylon
crop top. It was something I remembered her wearing years ago, when
we'd first met and before she'd switched to business casual. The thing
I most remembered about the outfit was how it felt to caress her
through it.
I gingerly stepped into the panties and pulled them up with a shimmy.
They did feel different from the underwear I'd worn before. Next was
the skirt. As I pulled it up my smooth legs, I realized three things.
First, for whatever reason, it didn't bother me that she had picked
this outfit out for me. Second, there was no bra. Lastly, Mistress
wasn't helping me put it on at all. Pulling the crop down my arms, I
loved how it clung to my arms, like a second, silky skin. Pulling my
hair through, then the front down, I gasped as the fabric brushed
against my sensitive nipples.
"Good girl," Mistress said. "You can wear your tennis shoes for now,
but we'll be getting you new shoes later." She smiled broadly. "I
can't wait to take you shopping, but only after we go to the spa."
I sat down to pull the socks on then reached for my shoes. My breasts
pressed against my knees and a shiver of pleasure, starting at my
nipples, ran throughout my body. I tried to ignore it and quickly tied
the laces on my shoes which still fit, if a bit loosely. Sitting up, I
didn't see Mistress's hands moving toward my throat until it was too
late. I panicked for a moment until she hushed me. When her hands
moved, I felt something around my throat. Looking down, I saw a tiny
little cowbell hanging above and between my breasts. I looked at
Mistress, confused.
"Don't you like your collar, pet?" She smiled at me then kissed my
cheek. "I want you to wear it while we're out so that everyone knows
you're mine." With that, she helped me to my feet and back to the
bathroom. As she pulled out her cosmetics, she continued to explain.
"Today, because we're short on time, I'll help you put on your make up;
however, starting tomorrow, you will practice twice a day until you get
it right." I stood there, still as a statue, as she applied lipstick,
blush, and mascara to my face.
When she was done, I stared at the girl in the mirror. I looked a
little older than I had without the makeup, like I was in my late
teens. I was still a little turned on by how I looked, which was a
relief. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be attracted to men, though
thoughts of both licking Mistress's pussy and sucking a cock briefly
entered my mind. I mean Alicia. Damn it.
I followed Alicia out to the living room where she handed me a smoothie
cup. I didn't even think about last night before I began to drink it.
The taste was incredible: sweet, smooth, and just slightly chocolaty.
As I finished it, I saw the wide grin on Alicia's face. That's when I
knew, for certain, it had been her milk in the smoothie.
Taking the cup, she rinsed it out and left it to dry, swatting my rear
before opening the door. Walking to her car, I could feel my hips
sway. As much as I wanted to walk like a man, I couldn't help it.
When I noticed Alicia looking at me, I put a little extra sway in my
step. I swear I heard her laugh as we both slid into her convertible.
She turned the car on and rolled the top down.
Before putting the car in reverse, she put her hand on my thigh.
"Whatever happens today, no matter how odd it may seem, I want you to
promise me that you'll try and enjoy it."
I nodded. Before I could stop myself, I replied, "I will, Mistress."
With that, we pulled out and headed to the spa.
We pulled up to an unassuming, terracotta brick building with a sign:
"Le Grand Spa de Lait." I got out of the car and puzzled on that. My
French, to say the least, isn't up to snuff, or, at least, I was pretty
sure it was French. Whichever, when Mistress got out of the car, I
quickly headed for the door to the spa and opened it for her. With a
peck on the cheek, she led the way inside. The waiting room was filled
with rural scenes of vine fields, barns, cows and horses, along with
large, comfortable looking, white leather chairs.
Mistress stopped at the front desk and I had to quickly glance away
when I realized I was staring at the receptionist: blond hair, blue
eyes and wearing a low cut blue peasant dress that immediately drew my
attention to her large, melonous breasts. For a brief moment, I wasn't
sure if I wanted to wrap my lips around them or have breasts like them.
A nagging voice in the back of my head tried to remind me that I was a
guy, not a girl, but, as Mistress and the receptionist talked, I found
myself stealing glances down the receptionist's dress.
"Like what you see?" I heard in my ear. I felt my cheeks flush as I
realized Mistress had moved behind me. "Such trouble focusing. That's
okay. I promise, by the time we're done here, you'll never look at
another woman the same way again." Her voice hinted that she was
upset, but her smile quickly made me realize something was up.
Another woman, Asian in appearance, with short black hair, black eyes,
but also dressed in a blue peasant dress, opened the inner door. Like
the receptionist, she, too, was busty, but not as much so. She
gestured for us to follow, but, when Mistress didn't follow, I paused.
"Go ahead, pet. Like I told you, be a good girl and enjoy yourself."
Be a good girl. I could do that for her. I followed the Asian woman
down a hallway and was led into a room with lockers.
"If you'll kindly remove your clothing," she said, her voice soft and
melodic, only holding the hint of an accent, "we'll be beginning with a
cleansing shower, followed by a relaxing bath in our Au Lait pools."
I picked out one of the lockers and took off my clothing as quickly as
possible. For a moment, modesty overtook me, only to be reminded that,
here, the only people were women, including myself. I followed her as
she led me to the shower room. The walls were lined with white granite
and each stall had multiple shower heads. The Asian woman grabbed a
long scrubbing brush, like Mistress had at home, but longer and larger.
She giggled at me as the spray began to drench me. The large brush,
though, was only slightly rough, and, when it brushed over my ass and
nipples, I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
Staring down, I saw water dripping from my breasts, coursing down my
thighs. It struck me that the water was white, but I attributed it to
the soap the woman must be using. After all, the scent of it was so
relaxing, I didn't want to stop.
Stop, though, it did, and I was wrapped in an exceeding soft towel and
dried off. My eyes half blinded and partially covered by the towel, I
was led slowly into another room. I felt hands push my shoulders down.
Lowering myself, I felt warm smoothness under my bottom. The towel was
removed, revealing a white granite pool, slightly larger than my
bathtub, that was filled with a white liquid. I let my fingers trail
through it. It was just warm enough that the idea of relaxing in it
filled my mind. I gestured to it and the Asian woman nodded.
As I slipped into the pool, the scent filled my senses. It was
perfectly relaxing and the feeling of it on my skin was like bathing in
silk. Another woman walked into the room, taller by several inches than
the young Asian woman, with a dark brown complexion. She pulled up a
chair, as did the other attendant, and both took my hands. As I lie
there, soaking up to my arms, they took my hands and began to give me a
manicure.
As music began to waft over the speaker system, I realized that this
was probably the most relaxed I ever remembered being, which is
probably why I fell asleep.
I awoke sometime later with a start. The liquid in the bath was still
warm, still flowing, but both women were gone. I looked at my finger
as smiled at the perfect fingernails and slender hands. My nails were
done in a light pink, which I didn't mind as much as I thought I would.
Looking between my fingers, I saw Mistress sitting there, reading a
book. At least, I thought it was Mistress. Something was off.
After all, I was getting a bit thirsty.
She looked at me and stood up. That's when I noticed what was
different: her breasts. Before, they'd been large. Now? They were
even larger than the receptionist's breasts, easily as large as her
head. Still, they were in the t-shirt she'd worn earlier, but it was
stretched taut across her chest. "Did pet have a good nap?" She
gestured at the pool on the other side of the room. "I had a short
bath myself and feel better than ever."
I tried to lift myself out of the water, but found I didn't have the
strength. The two women from earlier returned and lifted me out. My
head hung limply, but that led my eyes directly to my chest. After
all, when your entire field of vision is taken up by them, they're kind
of hard to miss.
Mistress walked up to me and toweled me dry, the warm, soft terrycloth
feeling so good on my skin. The women sat me down as my Mistress
continued to groom me. She brushed my hair and began to braid it to
each side. I wanted to object, but I was too relaxed. I was content
to let her do to me as she willed. After all, she was my Mistress. My
hands were so heavy, but, eventually, they made their way to my now
mammoth breasts.
"I saw the way you looked at her," Mistress began. "This is both a
lesson and a gift. You loved the idea of playing with those huge
udders of hers. Well, to be honest, so did I. This way, I get to play
with yours, pet. Now, though, you know to be careful what you wish
for."
I nodded slowly, the fact that I have breasts larger than I could guess
a size for dawning on me. A click between my neck caught my attention.
Looking down, I realized Mistress had attached a long leash to my
collar. Again, I was helped up.
My legs still had strength, but my feet and legs felt wrong. I pushed
myself up onto my toes and arched my back to compensate and that eased
some of the discomfort in my legs. One of the women brought a pair of
cow print pumps over and eased my feet into them. Standing there, in
what amounted to one inch heels, my legs felt even better. Mistress
tugged my leash and into the next room we went.
What came next was what amounted to a lingerie store: bras in every
size, material, color and pattern, panties, chemises, corsets,
babydolls and more, with a quite a few things I'd only ever heard of.
I was led to a nice woman that I guessed was in her forties who struck
me as being what I'd idealize as a young grandmother. Her hair was in
a bun and a measuring tape was in her hand. I stood there, both eager
to know and, at the same time, frightened. I was huge, larger than any
woman I'd ever seen, maybe larger than Mistress was now. She measured
around the fullest part of my breast, then just above them, nodding for
a moment before checking my waist and hips.
"What's the verdict?" Mistress asked, fingering one of the animal print
bras.
"32-24-28 J."
My brain whirled. Wait. J was a letter that was used in cup sizes?
And isn't twenty-eight the size of my actual chest, not counting my
tits? No wonder they seemed so huge! I looked at Mistress
questioningly.
"34 H, before you ask," she said, smiling as she made her way over to
me. "I'm okay with that. I want my tiny cow to have extra busty
udders."
Udders? Before I could think that through, she stroked my breasts and
tugged on my nipples. Milk spurted out and a moo escaped my lips. No
a moan. A moo.
Any sane, rational person, would've ran then, but the feeling was so
good. I didn't realize how engorged my udders... my breasts had
gotten. Before I knew it, I was guided to a bench and both Mistress
and the woman with the measuring tape were milking me. No, not milk
me, suckling from me. I looked down and saw them both eagerly drinking
from my massive mounds. The pleasure of them doing so, knowing that I
was giving myself to my Mistress, was almost overwhelming. When
Mistress's thumb slid inside me, rubbing my clit, I mooed in pleasure.
In no time, I was cumming, publicly and shamelessly in front of a woman
I didn't even know.
And it didn't bother me a bit. I was enjoying this, no matter how
weird it got, like a good girl, just like my Mistress told me to be.
Besides, it was two women. I was still a man mentally. It wasn't like
I wanted a cock... well, maybe a fake one, to suck on like I did last
night.
As my body calmed, Mistress helped me up and helped me pick out
clothing. "Just a few things, for now. Tomorrow, though? Tomorrow,
we're going shopping."
Clad in a cow print nursing bra that made my udders seem even bigger
and matching panties, I was led to the dressing room. The receptionist
from earlier was there with a blue peasant dress for me. I wondered
about that for a moment before quickly realizing that the clothes I'd
worn earlier probably wouldn't fit. Mistress unhooked my leash before
I was helped into the dress. Standing in front of a mirror, I ran my
hands up and down my body, leaning this way and that. My rear flushed
out like an exclamation point and would been the most noticeable part
of my body, were it not for my udders... I mean my boobs. My breasts!
Why was it so hard to focus?
The dress, though, it looked great on me, and my pigtails braided in my
blonde hair were cute. Did they do my hair when I was asleep. I
could've sworn it was a chestnut brown. Never mind. It looked cute.
I was a pretty, busty, peasant girl for Mistress.
The staff waved at us as we were led to the front door. "Don't forget
to fill out the survey, Erica." The receptionist called out as we left.
I couldn't wait to get home. I'd been a good girl and I knew just how
I hoped Mistress would reward me.
After all, I was quite thirsty.
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