Hi Everyone!
Brand new story available for you today–“My Husband’s Harem – He Takes My Sister!” This one picks up right where the last left off–Nora is Mike’s hot harem queen, and Sarah is the constantly gaslit cuckquean who eagerly obeys all of Nora’s whims for the chance to be allowed at her husband’s cock once again. Find it here!
Blurb:
He Wants Her Sister More Than Her…and She Knows He’s Right.
Sarah never imagined her new life would be like this—kneeling at the feet of Nora, the stunning neighbor who now reigns as queen of her husband Mike’s growing collection of devoted drone-like beauties. Since the change that transformed them all into hot-bodied, large-breasted, pliant, warm , hotties, Sarah has found unexpected bliss in her surrender. She serves. She obeys. She watches her impossibly virile husband claim woman after woman, turning each into a radiant goddess desperate for his touch—and she loves it.
When Sarah’s bully of an older sister—Alice— doesn’t recognize the insanely sexy being Sarah has become, Sarah spies her chance—Alice can be made to kneel before Mike…and before Sarah as well.
But Alice—always hot, always talented, always smart—doesn’t become a submissive drone like Mike’s other girls. She’s a queen just like Nora. And just like Nora, she knows exactly what Sarah is—a broken, needy thing pretending she matters. Mike wants Alice more than Sarah; Mike loves Alice more than Sarah; Mike breeds Alice more than Sarah; and through it all, Alice is sure to rub it in Sarah’s face.
And the worst part? Sarah has never been wetter.
WARNING: Contains mind control, bimbofication, breeding, transformation, explicit content, and a startlingly gorgeous cuckquean who eagerly submits to the superior women in her husband’s life!
The First 1000-ish Words:
Sarah woke to Nora’s breathy sighs.
The sound should have hurt. Should have made her chest tight with all that old familiar panic about being left behind, discarded, thrown away like garbage. But instead she felt the warmth spreading through her core, that delicious ache between her legs that never quite went away anymore.
“Daddy,” Nora breathed. “Daddy, please.”
The mattress shifted. Sarah kept her eyes closed, curled into her designated strip of bed right at the edge where the sheets met the frame. Her knees drew up to her chest, making herself smaller. Taking up less space. Being good.
Mike grunted. Just one sound, deep and guttural.
“I know,” Nora said. “I know exactly what you mean.”
Sarah’s eyes cracked open. Through her lashes she could see Mike’s massive form rolling over Nora, his shoulders blocking out the streetlight filtering through the curtains. He’d grown again. Just in the day since he’d brought Nora home, his frame had expanded. Broader. Heavier. The definition in his back looked carved from stone.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you? How she never deserved you.”
Sarah did everything she could to contain her whimper of helpless arousal.
She couldn’t cum. It wasn’t allowed. She needed permission.
Nora hadn’t said this. Mike couldn’t really say anything. But Sarah knew it was true. If she disobeyed, she would be punished—and Nora knew the worst punishment was banishment.
So Sarah suffered—sort of—in endless arousal and denial. Obedient. Constantly high from the nonstop flood of arousal and lust her new body now supplied.
Sarah’s fingers found her clit through her thin nightshirt. Already wet. Always wet now.
“How did you stand it?” Nora’s voice carried that breathy quality that made Sarah’s pussy clench. “All those years with someone who didn’t understand what you needed.”
The bed creaked. Mike made another sound—something between a growl and a sigh.
“Exactly,” Nora said. “You needed someone who could give you what you deserved.”
Sarah’s hand moved faster. She kept her breathing shallow, quiet. She knew—really knew—that Mike’s grunts and gasps and groans were just that. Masculine sounds of his body moving, of his slight recognition of conscious forms around him before losing himself in another spell of breeding the fertile female bodies that surrounded him these days. She knew that Nora couldn’t really translate in the way she pretended to.
But…
But was it pretending? Nora was so much better than her, after all. So much smarter. So, so much prettier. A real woman. A real wife. Nora said so, so it was true for that reason, and also Sarah just knew it in her bones anyway: she was not at Nora’s level in any respect.
She was grateful, in fact, to be included this much. A little patch on the bed while her husband fucked another woman? Heaven. Beyond generous for a useless whelp like herself, who could barely fit her one-hundred and thirteen pound 36E-19-36 body inside a size 000 dress without her enormous tits spilling out of it. She’d actually had to comb—comb!—her hair today! A tangle had formed in the limitlessly soft silken blanket of it.
Nora never had tangles. Never had issues fitting in any garment she wanted, never had the wrong colors on, never had trouble deciding what to feed her man.
Nora never had problems.
So, Sarah had to believe she could translate Mike’s grunts…even though she knew it couldn’t be true.
…right?
At any rate, good wives didn’t interrupt. Good wives stayed small and silent while their husbands fucked women who actually mattered.
“I still don’t understand why she was never pregnant.” Nora’s words came out breathy now, punctuated by small gasps. “You’re so virile, Daddy. So potent. What does it mean that you fucked her for years and nothing took root?”
Sarah bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. The humiliation sent electricity through her core. Her hips rolled against her own hand, seeking friction, seeking that edge she wasn’t allowed to cross without permission.
“Everyone knows babies happen when the woman really loves you. It’s biology. We have a way to make these things happen when we’re good wives.”
Mike’s grunt was deeper this time, primal. The mattress shifted violently.
“I know, Daddy. I know.” Nora’s breath hitched. “You’re so good to keep her around anyway. So generous.”
Sarah’s fingers worked frantically now, circling her swollen clit in tight patterns. Her thighs trembled. The milk leaked from her nipples, soaking through the thin fabric, cooling on her skin. She was close. So close. But she couldn’t—wouldn’t—n-not…not without permission…
“What does it mean that she’s so pretty now and you still want to fuck me more?” Nora’s voice rose slightly, that perfect breathless quality that suggested pleasure without ever sounding crude. “That has to say something, doesn’t it?”
The wet sounds of their coupling filled the dark bedroom. Sarah could hear the slick slide of Mike’s cock entering Nora, the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame, Nora’s carefully composed gasps that somehow maintained elegance even in the throes of passion.
“Do you have an almost-wife and a real wife now?” Nora asked. “Is that what this is?”
Sarah’s pussy clenched around nothing. Nora the real wife. Oh yes, oh yes. She would g-go to the court house tomorrow, she could file, she would do anything—
“Mmm.” Mike’s affirmative rumble made the whole bed vibrate.
Nora’s laugh was musical, breathless. “Did you have a starter-wifey? A practice wife?”
Sarah’s hand stilled between her legs. The word ‘practice’ echoed in her skull, bouncing around until it settled somewhere deep in her chest. Practice. Not real. A placeholder. Her pussy throbbed so hard she thought she might black out.
“God, you feel so good inside me.” Nora’s composure never wavered even as her breathing quickened. “So much bigger than you probably were with her. You’ve grown so much since you found me.”
The mattress rocked harder. Mike’s breathing turned ragged, animalistic. Each thrust made a wet slapping sound that Sarah felt in her bones. “I’m ovulating, Daddy.” Nora’s voice dropped to something intimate, sacred…
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