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"Not yet… Please, just a little more!!" Her nails raked down his back, leaving red lines on his sweaty skin.
Her thighs clamped around his waist tighter. The contractions grew stronger, milking his cock with desperate, hungry pulses.
Alex barely managed it.
At the last possible second, he pulled himself free. His cock slipped out of her with a wet, obscene sound, and he fisted himself hard and fast, once, twice…
Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted from his cock, painting Elena's stomach, the soft undersides of her breasts, and the open lace of her bra in long, hot stripes.
The first rope of cum hit her collarbone. Thick and hot and white, splashing across the black lace of her bra.
The second landed between her heavy breasts. The third streaked across her stomach, pooling in the dip of her navel.
He kept coming, hips jerking, more and more of the hot, thick release spilling over her skin until it looked like someone had poured warm cream across her body.
Elena watched it all, mouth open, chest heaving, still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through her when he pulled out.
Alex stared, dazed, watching the last few weaker pulses drip down onto her thighs. "I… didn't know I could… cum that much…"
"Fuck," Elena breathed, looking down at the mess on her body. "You... you covered me..."
Alex collapsed onto his side next to her, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow gasps.
His cock was still twitching, still leaking thin streams of cum onto the sheets.
His breasts, his actual, real, full breasts, rose and fell with every ragged breath, the nipples still stiff and glistening.
Elena turned her head on the pillow to look at him. Her hand reached out, fingers trailing through the cum on her stomach before she brought them to her lips and licked them clean.
She then turned towards him, as she lifted up with both hands, cupped his soft breasts again, and pulled him down so their chests pressed together once more, his sticky cum smearing between them, coating both sets of breasts and their perky nipples.
"Come here," she whispered, voice rough and satisfied. "Kiss me while I feel your tits against mine."
Alex obeyed. Their mouths met in a slower, deeper kiss this time.
Tongues sliding, soft moans traded back and forth.
Elena's hands stayed on his chest the whole time, squeezing, stroking, pinching the sensitive peaks while the aftershocks still rippled through both of them.
When they finally broke apart for air, she looked up at him with dark, half-lidded eyes.
"Tomorrow," she said, voice hoarse and satisfied, "we're buying you a bra. A pretty one. With lace."
Alex's face burned. His voice came out soft and high. "I… I still don't fully understand what's happening to me. The changes keep getting stronger."
Elena's thumbs brushed over his nipples again, gentle now.
"Then we'll figure it out together. But first…" She glanced down at the thick white mess covering her stomach and breasts.
"You're going to help me clean this up. And then we're going to do that again. Because I already want more."
Before Alex could respond, that familiar, dark giggle echoed through his mind.
"Oh, I like this one, " the Empress purred. "She'll be very useful. "
In the back of Alex's mind, the Empress's lazy, delighted laugh echoed. "Told you, little vessel. Phase Two is delicious when you stop fighting it. And soon… it's my turn."
Alex shivered, still half-hard against Elena's thigh, soft breasts pressed to hers; he didn't pull away.
Instead he leaned down again, kissed the corner of her mouth, and whispered, "Okay… but go easy on me. Everything still feels… too much."
Elena's smile was pure heat. "I don't plan on going easy at all."
Time passed as they got together, and it's already the next morning!! Alex woke slowly.
Soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains, painting the room in quiet gold.
His body felt heavy and warm, every muscle loose from the night before.
For a few seconds he just lay there, eyes still closed, breathing in the familiar scent of his own sheets mixed with something sweeter, Elena's skin, his pheromones, the leftover heat of what they had done.
Then he felt the arms around him.
Two warm hands cupped his breasts from behind, fingers spread wide over the soft, heavy flesh.
Elena was pressed flush against his back, her naked body fitting perfectly against his.
Her full breasts flattened against his shoulder blades, the stiff peaks of her nipples poking gently into his skin with every slow breath she took.
Her legs were tangled with his under the thin blanket.
One of her thighs slid between his, and he could feel the soft heat of her pussy resting lightly against the back of his own thigh.
She was holding him like he might disappear if she let go.
Alex's eyes opened fully. His heart gave a hard, surprised thump.
The memory of last night crashed back in pieces, Elena finding him by the door, the way she had touched him, the way he had flipped her over and buried himself inside her, the thick ropes of cum he had painted across her stomach and breasts.
His face burned. He tried to shift, but Elena's arms tightened automatically, her palms giving his breasts a soft, sleepy squeeze.
"Mmm… stay," she mumbled against the back of his neck, still deep asleep.
Her thumbs brushed over his nipples without thinking, and a sharp little spark of pleasure shot straight down his spine.
Alex bit his lip hard. His body was still too sensitive.
The soft pressure of her hands on his breasts felt twice as strong as it should.
Every small movement made his breasts shift and jiggle against her palms.
He could feel how full they had become, slightly heavier than last night, the soft flesh spilling between her fingers when she squeezed.
He swallowed hard and carefully pulled up the system panel in his mind.
The blue holographic screen floated in front of his eyes, only visible to him.
[ Feminization Progress: Phase 2/9 (Ecdysis) – 91.4% ]
Alex almost forgot to take a breath for a second. "Ninety-one percent!!"
Just last night it had been eighty-five; the way Elena handled his body and everything they did seemed to have pushed the transformation forward again.
He was only a few points away from Phase 3. His stomach twisted with a mix of dread and something hotter he didn't want to name.
"Elena…" he whispered, voice still that soft, melodic tone he couldn't control anymore. "Wake up."
She only hummed and pressed closer.
Her nipples dragged across his back as she nuzzled into the curve of his neck.
One hand stayed cupped under his left breast, lifting the weight of it, while the other slowly stroked across the right, thumb circling the stiff peak.
Alex's hips jerked once before he could stop them.
His cock was already half-hard, trapped between his stomach and the mattress.
The feeling of Elena's naked body wrapped around him from behind, her soft tits against his back, her warm breath on his neck, her hands treating his breasts like they belonged to her, made the heat in his lower belly flare up again.
He tried to think clearly. Phase 2 was almost over, and it didn't even take one week to reach 91%. How long could he control himself to still remain in Phase 2?
Phase 3 would bring even bigger changes.
The system already warned him before that each new phase would rewrite more of his body.
His voice was already gone. His face was already softer. If this kept going, how long until the rest of him followed?
The Empress's lazy voice floated through his thoughts, amused and satisfied.
"Haheh! You're almost ready for the next step, little vessel. I can feel how soft you've become."
"You need to be rewarded again. Do you want one?" Alex squeezed his eyes shut and pushed her out of his head.
Elena's hands moved again. This time her fingers pinched both nipples lightly between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them in slow circles while she pressed her own breasts harder against his back.
Her nipples poked him more firmly now, two warm points of pressure that made his skin tingle.
"You're so soft now," she murmured, still half-asleep. "These breasts of yours feel even bigger than last night…"
He reached down carefully and covered one of her hands with his own, stopping the motion.
"Elena. It's morning." She finally opened her eyes. For a second she just blinked at the back of his neck. Then her body tensed as full awareness returned.
She didn't pull away. Instead she gave both of his breasts one last, slow squeeze, feeling the soft flesh fill her palms, before she loosened her hold just enough to let him turn.
Alex rolled onto his back.
Elena propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him. Her brown hair was messy from sleep.
Her naked breasts hung full and soft above him, nipples still tight from pressing against his skin.