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This story commission was written for Sigma. It contains various kinks, all randomly picked and assigned by rolling dice! :3 Included are: Public sex/nudity, transformation and gender shifting (intersex male to female), milking and heat related lewdness involving a consenting adult. :3

One Roll at a Time

The bed creaked slightly as Sigma stretched, the cheetah's toes appearing out of the end of his sheets and flexing for a moment before withdrawing once more and the main body of the sheets themselves rising up while he arched his back. Sigma soon sank back down to the mattress below, and rolled over onto his side to grab his phone and check the time. As his fingers were just grasping at the device however, before he'd even had time to raise it and turn the screen more directly towards himself, it blared loudly and suddenly with the chimes of an alarm.

"Fuck!"

Yelping in shock for just a moment, cheeks flushing and brow furrowing as he hurriedly shut off the alarm clock, Sigma shook his head in wonder. It never failed to amaze him how on the days when he woke up of his own accord, he did so just in time to be practically jump-scared by his alarm. Yet if ever he forgot to set his alarm the night before, it would be almost guaranteed that he would sleep beyond that time by a more substantial margin. After a few seconds of his heart racing however, his body and mind now surprised into full wakefulness, he couldn't help but chuckle. In a way, that fact was kind of fitting for how he had been living his life lately. His alarm and his relative state of wakefulness seemed determined to keep him guessing, to ensure that the very first moments of his day were never predictable or dull. And in truth, that was very much representative of Sigma's experience overall since he had begun to roll each morning.

Setting his phone down, Sigma glanced over the spot where it lay to a series of dice neatly stacked and resting upon the wooden surface of the bedside table. They were always there, neatly, freshly stacked by an unseen hand each and every morning, just as they had been since the first day he had been coaxed into rolling. That had been more than a month ago now, and though there was nothing forcing Sigma to roll, though there was nothing and no-one making him pick up those dice and roll them to decide how the next twenty four hours ahead of him would go, not a day had passed since that first time where Sigma had been able to resist.

At first of course, he hadn't truly understood what the dice could do. What they were capable of. Even now, he couldn't begin to fathom how it was possible. But, regardless of hows or whys, Sigma now understood that these dice were so much more than they had initially promised. They were more than just suggestions. More than just a fun and potentially kinky game to randomise and shake up his routine. The cheetah's face flushed as he continued to regard them, as his mind considered so many of the different days he'd had over the last month, every one in some way rather intensely unique and memorable. In some cases, almost too intense in how unique and unforgettable they had been. Even now there was a part of him that wanted to just get out of bed, go take a shower, go to work and have a normal day. To leave the dice unrolled and enjoy the sameness, the reliability and relative calm of the normal world that the dice allowed him to escape from.

And yet, knowing what was possible; knowing what he could be experiencing, or what he could be missing out on experiencing if he chose not to roll for even a day...

Sigma pulled himself into a sitting position in bed, the sheets falling away and revealing his bare, grey and rosette-laden fur. He crossed his legs in front of him, idly running a hand through the lush, soft fur of his stomach and purring as for just a moment the same fingers drifted down to his crotch, grazing the mound of his pussy as his mind span with a hundred possibilities he knew could soon come to fruition, and many many more that he couldn't even conceive as yet. Sigma drew in a deep breath and pulled his hand away from his nether regions before he could distract himself too much though, and reached out for the pile of dice, taking them into that one hand and closing the other around them. He shook the coloured plastic polyhedrons, some of them cubes but others more complex and numerous designs, and listened to the pleasant rattling of them within his grasp. His heart-rate quickened. His breathing grew more rapid. The cheetah glanced around his bedroom, peered to the window and peeked through the mostly shut drapes at the relatively regular, normal world he knew to be beyond them.

Then he held out his hands over the bedside table, shook the dice a few more times, and let them roll free.

Time seemed to slow down as the dice fell to the table, as they impacted, bounced, and finally landed still and solemn with one face upturned.

A six sided dice was the first to land and fall still, and as Sigma observed the number four written upon its upturned face he saw the number itself glow with a brief, dazzling light. He gasped and shuddered as a ripple, a wave like that of a pebble falling into a pond, washed out from the dice and passed through him. Through the bed. Through the walls of his bedroom and beyond to the world as a whole. Re-writing. Re-programming. Changing things to ensure that the outcome of the roll wasn't merely a suggestion for how Sigma's day was going to progress, but an absolute fact.

"O-oh..."

The cheetah whimpered as he saw a pair of boxer-briefs resting loose and crumpled on the bedroom floor where he had cast them aside the previous day. As the ripple passed over them though, the boxer-briefs were suddenly gone, or rather, transformed to a similar fabric, a similar colour, but now a cute pair of women's panty-shorts.

The next of the dice to hit the wood, a four sided triangular pyramid, landed with a trio of threes upon the faces of the upward facing point. Another glow erupted from the object, and as the ripple washed over Sigma and his bedroom yet again, he watched as those now obviously more feminine panty-shorts changed in form yet again. They turned from cotton to a more synthetic, lycra-like fabric, and shifted from a pair of underwear styled shorts to something far more skimpy and revealing. Sigma's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed. In the month or so that he had been rolling so far, he'd only rolled this result a couple of times, and never with female attire.

With all the dice still falling and landing in what felt like infinitely slow motion, though all of this of course was happening over the course of barely a second, four more cubes fell in rapid succession. A three. A one. A two, and finally another three. Sigma mewled bashfully, and his hands instinctively fell to his crotch, cupping it not so much protectively or from fear, but more in wonder, in joyous delight. Four near simultaneous waves rippled out from the glowing numbers, and Sigma shuddered, writhed where he was seated as they didn't merely seem to sweep over him, through him and out to the rest of the world, so much as they converged upon and poured into him directly.

Another four sided pyramid landed immediately after that, and as it came to rest with the trio of fours pointing upward, the biggest flash and the strongest rippling yet lashed out into the world beyond.

It was the final one of the dice, the most complex in shape, which ceased its motion last of all. And it was that last dice which drew undeniably the strongest reaction from Sigma. It landed with a zero facing directly upward, but the cheetah knew from experience that a zero was not merely a zero. In fact, it was a ten, the highest roll possible. A ten, which Sigma knew meant only one thing.

The number flashed. A ripple surged out from the upturned and constantly glowing face, not merely a brief burst of light like the others but a long and lingering blaze of magical illumination, and in a split-second Sigma's mind was flooded with visions of his own body writhing and thrashing in various forms of deliciously kinky pleasure. For an instant he saw himself bent double on what looked like a beach, grunting and wailing as a large, glistening egg popped out from his pussy alongside a gush of juices and an unmistakably orgasmic roar. A moment later he was grunting and gasping in ecstasy as he rested bound within some sort of metal frame, a thick dildo pistoning in and out of his pussy as it thrust upon a pneumatically driven mechanical arm while two rubber-edged tubed wrapped around the swollen peaks of the breasts that hung heavily from his chest, gushes of thick, white milk being drawn out from within him while the cheetah's body writhed helplessly, unceasingly in pleasure. Another split-second and he was stumbling through a crowded restaurant, groaning in horror as he saw a queue lined up outside what looked like a bathroom door. His legs quivered, and he whimpered in humiliation and bliss all at once as people gasped, stared, pointed and giggled while liquids began to run down the insides of his legs and a faintly yellow hued puddle began to spread out around his curling toes.

These and half a dozen other fantasies, or perhaps realities in waiting crashed through Sigma's mind as the polyhedron bearing the ten continued to glow and hum with a deep, melodic resonance. Only when the cheetah cried out though, only when he answered the question that was wordlessly being asked by the dice, did it fall quiet and cease to burn with that near blinding radiance.

"M-milking!"

He wailed at the top of his lungs.

"I... I c-choose milking!"

Instinctive and split-second a decision as it may have seemed though, there was a method behind Sigma's choice. He knew, after all, what each of the other dice rolls had meant. He knew what awaited him, or at least he knew in vague and general terms what sorts of things would await him in the world beyond his home, though from past experience he also knew all too well that knowing the elements in theory couldn't possibly prepare him for the world created by their combined influence. The cheetah knew enough, though, to believe wholeheartedly that the kink, the act he had chosen to be at the centre of his day would fit well into this world. That it would fit him in particular, or at the very least fit what he was going to be before too long.

Of course, the ten that he had rolled on that last dice meant that things weren't over quite yet. He'd rolled two tens on previous days, one a week or so ago and one on only the third day of dice rolling. Thus he knew that rolling a ten didn't simply give him a choice of the various randomised kinks selected for that day, but that it gave him a choice of one of them, to be partnered with another, yet to be randomly chosen.

Sure enough, another dice appeared. It didn't phase into existence or anything so noticeable and mystical as that. One moment, it simply wasn't there, and the next Sigma blinked as he felt its weight, its shape within his left hand. He lifted his paw, turned it open with palm facing up, and regarded the new ten sided dice for a moment. He blushed as it crossed his mind what would happen if he rolled a ten a second time in succession, or if he rolled a two, the number that had corresponded to the kink he had already chosen. Sigma swallowed, and partly hoping that he would perhaps find out, he rolled the new dice out onto the table to join the others.

Eight.

His eyes widened. He groaned, half overwhelmed with excitement and half simply overwhelmed, and the cheetah watched as in a final ripple and one last combined flash of light each and every one of the dice simply winked out of existence once again. They would be back though. The following morning, when he awoke to a new day, a new version of the same old world for him to live in as normal or change on a whim all over again, they'd be back. But only after today. Only after he had lived through today, through the world his rolls had breathed into being, and all that those rolls had promised to deliver unto him just as they had without exception for the last four weeks.

The doorbell rang.

Sigma's already wide eyes bulged, and he moaned not just bashfully but in excitement as even while he dragged himself out of bed and raced to his closet to grab some clothes he felt an ache, a little ember of desire beginning to burn in the pit of his stomach.

"I... I-I'll be right there..."

The cheetah called out as he dragged the closet door open, groaning in bashful excitement as he remembered his roll and saw what his choices of clothing were for the day. The closet, every hanger and every shelf full of items, were nothing but swimwear. Women's swimwear. Bikinis, sarongs, one pieces, two pieces, every shape, colour and pattern imaginable. The only things that seemed to be consistent across every garment was the fact that they were obviously made with women in mind, and that they were all of a size or cut that seemed to suggest they were going to be immensely, incredibly revealing upon his lithe frame.

A minute later, still tugging on the shoulder straps of a light blue one-piece with several curved streaks of red, yellow and a deeper blue curving up from the crotch and around the side of the stomach, Sigma stumbled towards the door as fast as his legs would carry him. He was red in the face not only because of how he knew it was going to look with him answering the door like this, but also because of what he was still continuing to feel burning inside of himself. That ember had ignited into a more substantial blaze now, and even as he put his hand upon the key resting in the front door's lock and twisted it open, he felt his body shudder and react to the simple thought of the key twisting and stimulating the interior of that metal lock. Before Sigma could allow himself to get too caught up in his increasingly fevered state of mind though, he stepped back and dragged the door open, relieved to see that there was still a figure waiting outside despite the length of time he'd made them linger.

"H-hi... sorry about that, I was just..."

Sigma gasped as he felt one of his shoulder straps slide down his left arm, the material upon his chest falling slack without the stretching of the strap to hold it in place and almost certainly flashing the uniformed collie before him a rather flushed nipple. He pulled the garment back into place and squirmed, pressing his legs together and trying to ignore the growing heat, the growing moisture between his increasingly warm, flushed feeling lips, and the ever increasing throbbing sensation that seemed to be surrounding and permeating his clitoris. It was only when the collie chuckled warmly that Sigma managed to somewhat pull himself together, sighing a little in relief as he remembered the latter of the D4 dice rolls and what that almost certainly meant for how people were going to react to him throughout today.

"It's no bother. With all the early morning special deliveries I've had to make, trust me, I've seen much more."

The collie winked, playfully, not seductively at all from what Sigma could gather, but still the cheetah shivered and felt the unmistakable sensation of wetness beginning to trickle down and out into the fabric of his bikini's crotch mere moments later. He tried not to think about that though, and instead took in one trembling hand the letter that was being held out to him now by the still smiling postal worker.

"Special instructions say I have to not only take receipt of delivery, but receipt of reading. The information is all printed on the outside of the envelope if you want to confirm that for yourself."

Sure enough what the collie said was confirmed by the printed information on the envelope's front. The instructions were written alongside his address and a large printed logo for a corporation that Sigma did not recognise, yet which sent shivers down his spine as he regarded the large decagon symbol with the inscription 'D10' resting inside what looked like a milk churn. He tore the envelope open with ease, slipped out the sheet of paper that rested within, and began to scan it even as his attention was sapped away by the sensation of liquid now beginning to drool down his trembling inner thighs.

'Dear Sigma,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for inclusion as part of the D10 Dairy Company. Please report for your first shift at 10am today at the address listed below. Attendance is of course voluntary, but please note that failure to turn up promptly for your first shift may result in the offer of any future shifts being rescinded.

We look forward to working with you.

Faithfully yours,

The D10 Dairy.'

Swallowing thickly, trembling, gasping, the fifteen or so seconds it took him to read through that letter slowly and carefully having proved enough time for the burning between his legs to reach the state of a raging inferno, Sigma glanced up at the collie and nodded shakily.

"I... I've read it. I... I understand. Do I n-need to... to sign something?"

Beaming warmly, utterly unconcerned by Sigma's obvious heat stricken arousal as wetness now dripped through the already saturated fabric of his one-piece and dribbled lazily yet liberally down the insides of both his thighs, the collie nodded to the gasping, shuddering cheetah.

"Yup, right here."

He handed Sigma a small device with a touch screen and a stylus, and once the cheetah had scrawled an unintelligible scribble into the correct box the collie stepped back from the doorway with a warm nod, obviously believing his job to be done. Sigma mewled helplessly, staring longingly, savagely at the collie's tan, uniform clad crotch, and felt his cheeks flushing crimson as the dog glanced innocently back at him.

"Anything more I can do for you today?"

He licked his lips, hefting his heavy bag of letters on one shoulder but waiting patiently, calmly for Sigma's answer. The cheetah's mouth hung wide open, on the verge of asking, begging for this total stranger to fuck him. To pound him senseless. But... god, he had a job to get to, apparently. And this guy had a job to do, too.

It took all his strength, all his sanity to shake his head. To thank the collie one last time, and close the door calmly, quietly behind himself.

Barely five seconds later though, even as the collie padded away down Sigma's front driveway and began to check his delivery route for his next stop, he heard a frantic, desperate wail from back within the house. He saw the front door swing back open, and the bikini clad cheetah lurch out with one hand outstretched towards him and the other between his legs, tugging the fabric of his one-piece away from his crotch and already plunging several soaking wet fingers into himself at a frantic rate as he staggered, bow-legged, forward.

"Fuck me!"

Sigma wailed, his cry echoing out across his garden and around the whole of the neighbourhood as he fell to his knees upon the grass of his front lawn, spinning around and spreading his pussy's dripping lips wide open as he fell forward, pressing his face and shoulders to the ground while lifting his ass and quivering, twitching tail up high.

"Please... o-ohhh please, just once... j-just quickly... I need to you... oh god! Oh!_God yes _!"

Before the cheetah could even finish begging, he felt a weight fall over him. He heard a belt buckle jingling. A zipper unzipping. And he felt a heat, an intense, rock hard heat between his legs, pushing urgently inward, driving its way inside of his soaking, burning pussy as the oh so pleasant, well mannered collie hunkered down over him on all fours. He heard a ragged growling echoing in his left ear, and felt hot breath washing over his face as the postal worker snarled to him in pure joy, his hips already beginning to urgently pump his cock deeper, harder into Sigma's depths.

"From the second I caught your scent, I had to fight so hard just to hold myself back. I... I won't hold back any more."

And sure enough, he didn't. Neither one of them did as they lay there upon the grass with the occasional car rolling by and a few of Sigma's neighbours soon emerging from their own homes for work, glancing towards the humping, howling, mewling pair with chuckles and warm, rosy cheeked smiles.

It took almost thirty minutes and perhaps a dozen or more orgasms for Sigma to feel even remotely satiated, and another ten minutes, another three or four orgasms on top of that before with a thick, wet slurp the collie managed to pull his still thick, throbbing knot free from the cheetah with a mewling wail and one last gush of orgasmic juices erupting from Sigma as he did so. They could have continued, Sigma's heat-stricken pheromones driving the collie crazy, his cock throbbing, twitching, spurting in a fresh orgasm even as he tried to coax it back into his underwear and uniformed trousers, now stained with grass and cum across their crotch and knees. But he needed to get back to work, and Sigma needed to get ready for his own new job, lest he lose it before he had even had the chance to experience it.

They parted ways with a trembling embrace and a deep kiss, fighting their way reluctantly free from one another's arms and racing rather hurriedly away from one another as though terrified an almost magnetic allure would drag their bodies back together. Sigma slammed the front door shut behind himself, buried three fingers between his legs, and for thirty seconds or so hammered non-stop at his own g-spot before one final crashing, explosive orgasm tore through him. He wailed and soaked the carpeted floor between his trembling legs, then lurched forward once more back towards his bedroom.

He changed clothes, his one-piece soaked, stained and stretched out around the crotch. Instead he found himself dressed in an even skimpier two piece bikini with mere squares of cloth covering his nipples and a g-strong type bikini that did practically nothing to cover his soaking wet, flushed and swollen pussy. He could see his clit pressed into the material, a wet spot rapidly darkening almost the entirety of the jade green fabric, but forced himself to look away before the image of his own body proved enough to drive him to another masturbatory frenzy. Instead he rushed to the bedside table, snatched up his phone, and began to dial a taxi. It was too far to walk into town to the address he had been given for the D10 factory, and right now Sigma didn't trust himself to drive even a few metres, never mind a few miles. Sure, there were buses, but somehow Sigma didn't think that placing himself in a confined space with limited ventilation and maybe forty or fifty other people would have been a great idea. Thus a taxi seemed like his best option, and soon the cheetah was pacing, panting, and waiting; resisting the urge to in any way further stimulate himself as he counted past the seconds and minutes anticipating his ride's arrival.

"O-oh god..."

Sigma moaned as he paced back and forth past the bedroom mirror attached to the closet door, regarding himself in profile, seeing the glimmering of juices between his thighs, seeing the trail he was leaving behind himself on the floor as he darted back and forth, pussy leaking all the while, but also beginning to see something else. Something more noticeable, more undeniable even than his lewd extremes of arousal. His body was growing. His body was getting bigger. Broader across, and more rounded in its overall shape. Where once he was lithe he was growing unmistakably more feminine and plump curves, and where once his chest had been flat and smooth, it was now beginning to swell with small but unmistakable breasts.

By the time the taxi arrived, its horn honking loudly outside to announce itself, Sigma's tail had gone from long lush and fluffy to thin and more sparsely furred with a tuft at its tip alone, and as he stumbled towards the front door and stepped outside once more, his feet didn't brush and bounce lightly over the path and the driveway beyond it with their usual light, smooth pads, but instead clicked and clopped as his toes began to fuse together and the whole of his paw itself began to harden and darken in colour.

"H-hi..."

Sigma whimpered to the driver as he slipped into the front passenger seat offered to him, his muzzle having broadened and flattened out at the front, his eyes bigger and a little wider apart now as his whole face began to stretch and he felt small, hard nubs of what felt like bone protruding through the fur just below his fringe. The driver, a deer whose antlers barely cleared the roof of the car's interior, nodded and smiled as he regarded Sigma's obvious state of undress and arousal. The waistline of the growing, transforming cheetah's g-string like lower garments was straining and stretching to its maximum now as the far more plump and rounded figure of Sigma's body continued to grow within its embrace. His bikini top by now however was completely and entirely useless, breasts swelling ever more rounded and plump almost by the second, visibly growing in size even as the deer regarded them and licked his lips.

"If you, uh... if you would like something to keep you entertained during your ride..."

The taxi driver murmured tenderly, reaching out and in front of Sigma's quivering form and soon popping open the glove compartment directly before the cheetah.

"I have a selection of toys. Freshly sterilised each morning. You're welcome to use them."

Reaching into the glove box, the deer pulled out a small plastic box and held it up to Sigma, smiling reassuringly.

"I hope you don't mind. But, I assume you'd prefer to get where you're going without too much delay?"

Sigma blushed and shook his head as he regarded the box, emblazoned with what looked like the stylised rear end of a skunk with a large red circle and a line through its silhouette. Underneath it in small but clear text, the product announced itself in no uncertain terms.

'Scent absorbing nose-plugs. Max strength. Suitable for use with skunk spray, estrus pheromones and the top six brands of artificial arousal inducing vapour products.'

The deer slipped them in, grinned at the cheetah, and nodded towards the still open glove compartment once more as he addressed Sigma in a slightly more nasal tone.

"Please, feel free. It's gonna be a good thirty five minutes to get to the D10 building at this time of the morning. And, if I can be honest, miss, you don't look like you could last five."

Sigma opened his muzzle to thank the deer, but also to correct him. He wasn't, after all, a miss. And yet... as he opened his mouth to do so, it was a deep, long, lingering moan that escaped him. A moan almost like the lowing moo of a cow. And as he blushed and closed his muzzle in embarrassment, as he helplessly nodded and peered down over his large, bare and still growing breasts to where another four nipples were beginning to protrude through the fluffy fur of his plump and rounded belly, he couldn't help but admit that in that moment he couldn't really blame the deer for mistaking him for a women. In all honesty as he reached into the glove compartment and drew forth a long, sleek silvery metal vibrator with a thick black dial at the base and a whole host of options, as Sigma twisted the base and brought the toy to life with a violent, deep and intense humming, even the rapidly changing cheetah wasn't certain what they were in that moment.

They began to drive, and Sigma began to fuck himself... or perhaps to fuck herself, they still weren't sure. They slipped their already insufficient swimwear aside once again, already too stretched and tight to worry about stretching it out like the last garment, and drove the buzzing vibrator deep inside their clutching, dripping wet and heat stricken depths. They screamed and moaned and moo'd in ecstasy, and while the deer beside them blushed and smiled and continued to drive, his trousers soon tenting but his focus remaining admirably set on the road ahead, Sigma found herself staring out through the car's windows and admiring the new world that today had granted her the chance to witness.

She came hard, bellowing and grunting as her now fully hoofed feet stamped and drummed against the sides and base of the taxi's footwell, juices splashing out onto a seat that was obviously specially treated not to absorb or stain, as her eyes stared out at two men upon the pavement nearby where the taxi had momentarily pulled to a halt at a set of lights. A tiger and a wolf were wrestling, writhing and rolling around upon the concrete pathway between some more suburban homes much like Sigma's own and the road. They might have looked as though they were fighting, as though this was a violent attack, had it not been for the cast off clothes littering the ground nearby, or for the look of pure ecstasy upon the wolf's face as his legs kicked out, toes splaying and trembling in pure lust while he howled and clawed at the tiger's back, the other man having obviously just cum, or made the wolf cum, or perhaps both as they clung and writhed and roared together audibly over the sounds of the nearby traffic.

Brushing her hair out of her eyes and now feeling large, curved horns sprouting from her skull with one trembling hand, the other continued to work the toy feverishly in and out of Sigma as the drive continued and she witnessed more people fucking openly on the streets and even visibly within their houses. Through a large bay window looking out directly onto the road down which they were travelling she saw a mouse trembling and gasping, his cock twitching and spurting cum against the glass while lover his shoulder a large, brown furred rabbit or hare loomed with a lustful smile upon their face, whispering tender somethings into their orgasm stricken lover's cute pink ears. In another taxi that drove past them she saw the driver focused on the road just like her own while in the back seat two large breasted dragons kissed and groped at one another's bare chests, bodies rocking back and forth as though below the level that Sigma could see their bodies were engaged in some even more intimate activity. And all the while, amidst the open and unabashed sightings of freely expressed sexuality, she saw signs and billboards everywhere that proclaimed just how accepting this world was not just of her urges and needs, but those of everyone.

As her grey fur began to darken and lighten in patches to blotched black and white, Sigma moo'd in pleasure and amusement at the sight of a zebra woman being eaten out by her vulpine partner against a signpost that read in large, official lettering...

'Reminder: Please do not block pavements, public access entrances, roads or signage during sex. Thank you!'

As she felt the breasts upon her chest cease their growth, only to feel that same sort of swelling and pleasant, growing pressure somewhat further south surrounding those other nipples, Sigma's eyes bulged at the sight of a huge billboard plastered across the roof of a large store-front on a crowded street full of commuters. The woman in question was a Pembroke corgi with the sweetest heart-shaped pattern in the fur of her backside; a backside which was exposed and lewdly on display, legs spread, lips parted by her own fingers. She wasn't just dripping wet, but absolutely gushing as she peered back over her shoulder with a look of pure and abject desire etched deep into her eyes. Beside her there was what looked like a large box of pills, and what appeared to be the product's name and tag-line.

'Lustocin Advanced Formula: Heat Enhancement Cream. Don't Hold Back.'

Again Sigma bellowed and shuddered, her bovine body now almost unrecognisable from when she'd even stepped into the car some twenty five minutes before. She came again around the powerful vibrator, though now even the most intense orgasms were barely touching her heat, barely offering her any relief no matter how good they felt. She blushed and moaned as she watched two friends or perhaps colleagues waving to each other from a short distance away, running up to one another and rather than shaking hands or embracing, groping unabashedly at one another's crotches as they sank in for a deep kiss, wrapping their besuited bodies hungrily around one another while others just walked around them without a care.

To others, to the people walking the streets, the driver sitting beside her, to practically everyone else in this world, this was probably normal. This was just life, just the way things were. They had no idea that the world had been changed, re-made and re-written according to the random rolls that Sigma had made that morning. But seeing everyone treating it so naturally and casually was precisely what made it so hot to the cow, the unfathomable intensity of her own heat's influence on her excitement notwithstanding. Seeing this world and knowing that she was a part of it, that she was just another person doing what came naturally in this sex-crazed, uninhibited reality, it made her even more frantic and desperate to enjoy and indulge to the maximum in every way possible.

"Almost there now, Miss. Just around the corner."

They drove past an ice cream shop, and of course in the window they had a 3D model of a cartoon-style cheetah, more traditionally coloured than Sigma's former body, kneeling before the udders of a blushing and pink furred cow. The cheetah had his mouth wrapped around one teat of the cow's udders, and there was a trickle of pink running down the corner of his greedy, hungrily smiling muzzle as in one hand he held his rock hard cock, and with the other he reached up between the cow's legs to finger her pussy. Above and below the life size model, wrapped around it upon the glass of the store's windows, pink bubble lettering announced the product which the display was obviously promoting.

'D10 Dairy's New Strawberry Seduction Gelato. Cold has never been so Hot.'

Thirty seconds later though the taxi was around the corner and the ice cream shop was replaced as the focus of Sigma's thoughts by a far larger building now looming up ahead of them. A rather Victorian designed looking factory, yet one which sparkled and shone from the brickwork to the windows to the chrome-painted gates like it was brand new. They pulled into a parking lot close by, and as the taxi driver shut off his meter, Sigma glanced at it in horror as she realised something. She had no pockets. No jacket. And thus, no wallet. To her surprise though, the meter didn't display a monetary amount required for payment. It simply possessed the distance travelled, the time, and a small, digitally rendered smiley face with whiskers.

Nervously, squirming and gasping as she pulled the dripping silver vibrator out of herself, Sigma blushed at the deer as he regarded her calmly, patiently.

"I... I'm sorry, but... I don't actually have any money."

He raised an eyebrow, and shook his head in confusion.

"Money?"

She nodded and repeated herself. The deer just shrugged.

"Moh-ney, you said? What... uh... what's that?"

Sigma's eyes widened, then she sighed and sank down into her car seat. Of course this world didn't have money. It was already one of the most enjoyably liberated worlds, sexually speaking, she'd visited in the month of using the dice, and now it seemed like it was some sort of outright utopia. She blushed and giggled.

"Never mind. It was just a... a bad joke."

She glanced at the clock, quarter to ten. She shuddered, squirmed, and glanced at the factory. She was meant to be there by ten. And yet...

"Y-you... you wanna fuck me, if you have time?"

The plump cow spread her legs, gasping as the straining strings of her lower garments finally gave way with a pathetic little snap, but moaning mere seconds later as she reached down and fondled her own swollen, flushed udders while her pussy dripped and drooled into the passenger seat.

Grinning, and popping the nose plugs out once more, the deer took a deep, deep breath of the pheromone saturated air inside his vehicle. He shuddered, gave a low, desperate bellow of his own, and leaned his head forward until his antlers clacked dryly against Sigma's horns.

"For you, Miss, I'll make the time."

Barely a minute later Sigma was lying on the bonnet of the taxi itself, mooing and grunting happily as the deer snorted and thrust his nine inch, deliciously thick cock into her as fast as he could drive his hips to do so. She had her legs up over his shoulders, her broad, quivering thighs shaking with the force of every impact he delivered against her. His hands were all over her rounded belly, and her hands were all over her breasts, darting back and forth between each of her six nipples. It felt so good when she squeezed them. It felt incredible, in fact, almost the same kind of rush that consumed her when she could feel an approaching orgasm, when she could feel her muscles tensing and her body getting ready to let loose, to squirt and spray and gush her ejaculate all over.

"Cum in me!"

She begged, feeling the deer's cock throbbing and feeling her body reacting with a satisfaction, an intense excitement and glee it simply hadn't offered her in even the barest sense through all her frenzied masturbation and each and every one of the myriad orgasms her own self-stimulation had granted her. Her body writhed, her breasts ached. She tugged and squeezed on the teats of her udders, closing her eyes and imagining that she was the pink cow from that advertisement. That the deer was kneeling before her, and that it was his fingers inside her now while his soft lips, his rough, wet tongue were what was tenderly coaxing forth what lay within her.

"Ooohhhgod... I'm..."

The cow bellowed happily as her hoofed feet clutched around the deer's back, pulling him tight against her as he bellowed right back in joyous near-ecstasy of his own.

"I'm g-gonna... I'm gonna... aaahhhhhhhh!"

Sigma wailed as she began to cum once more, but it wasn't her pussy that provoked the most intense reaction no matter how incredible it felt clutching and convulsing around the deer's thick, throbbing, soon equally orgasm-locked member. It was the relief, the incredible and rapturous sensation of pressure being relieved and juices beginning to flow from a different part of her body. Milk sprayed out of her udders as she continued to squeeze and caress them in what she knew to instinctively be just the right rhythm. The pleasure of every squeeze to her udders was like a new orgasm cresting in its own right, and the surging spray of rich, creamy milk out into the air and back down over her own writhing, gasping body was more deliciously lewd than the volumes of her other juices spraying and splashing out all over the deer's taxi bonnet and all over him as he unloaded his balls deep inside of her.

It was over far too soon, but even as Sigma giggled and blushed while she was guided back to her feet by the deer, she looked down and saw that her nipples, all six of them, were now glistening and dripping as the ache of pressure not only returned but grew even more intense. She moaned, mooing loudly as the deer leaned down and took one of her bountiful breasts into his mouth, and for a few short seconds she caressed the top of his antlered head while he drank from her rather intimately. Then the deer's phone buzzed, and he groaned in dismay, as did she while he pulled back from her still dripping, dribbling nipple.

"D-dammit... another job. I... listen, if you need a ride to work again tomorrow? Or, back from work today, or... anything? You can call and ask for me. I'd love to ride you... I mean, to give you a ride, a-again."

Sigma giggled, and caressed the deer's face softly. She was about to say that she promised, that she would definitely get him to drive her to work tomorrow, when she realised that for all she knew he wasn't going to exist tomorrow. At least, not as he did now, and most likely not with any memory of her or of this. For a split-second, her smile faded. She forced it back onto her face however, and leaned in to peck him on the lips once more.

"I promise."

She whispered to him tenderly.

"But... when I see you tomorrow, I want stories. I... I want to hear stories about all the other men and women you made cum so, so hard today. I want every ride you give someone to have as happy an ending as ours did. I want today to be the most sex, with the most people, and the most fun you've ever had. Okay?"

The deer blushed, and frowned again as the radio crackled asking for him a second time. He nodded though, even as he pulled away from Sigma's embrace with a reluctant sigh.

"Okay."

By the time his car pulled away, it was two minutes to ten. With her swimwear abandoned and tattered in the footwell of the taxi, the naked cow trotted as fast as her hooves and her plump, milk-heavy body could carry her across the car park and to the gates of the factory. She was panting by the time she got there, and dripping from between her legs once more as well as from each and every one of her teats. The vixen sitting in a small booth by the gates didn't look the slightest bit surprised by her presence though. She smiled, waved and looked longingly at the cow's large, milk-dripping breasts before turning her gaze even more longingly down to the cow's even more dripping wet nether regions.

"Name, please?"

With what was a clear and present effort not to think up a reason to keep staring for longer, the vixen pulled out a checklist and nodded as Sigma gave her name, hoping that she wasn't cross referenced by species or gender considering how she had started the day. A mere few seconds later though the gate began to rattle its way open on electric powered runners, and the vixen was gesturing welcomingly with one hand while the other fell between her legs, beginning to idly tease her clit as she watched the cow walk past and continued to admire her jiggling rump and wet, glistening thighs until they were across the yard and disappearing in through the factory's large, open front door.

Inside, blushing as she found herself in a rather pleasant, posh looking reception area with two dozen or so large breasted women sitting and tapping away patiently at their phones, Sigma tried not to moan, not to fondle herself as she approached the reception desk.

"Hello, welcome to the D10 Dairy. Please take a seat, and if a milking room becomes available, we'll..."

The shirt and tie clad otter receptionist began, not even looking up from his computer until his nose began to twitch and he glanced upward to identify the source of the scent. He took in Sigma's body, her dripping nipples and udders, her trembling stance as she squeezed her thighs together and tried with all her might not to start grinding them back and forth in an attempt to grant herself even the smallest amount of masturbatory bliss. He beamed, rose to his feet, and stepped out from behind the desk to reveal a lower body without a stitch of clothing and a large, thick erection that glistened as though oh so recently used. Indeed, as he gestured for Sigma to follow him and they began to walk away from the reception desk and past the three dozen or so still seated, still waiting women, the cow glanced back over her shoulder just in time to see a lithe rat pulling herself out from under the desk, straightening her tie, wiping her mouth off on her sleeve, and taking a seat right where the otter had been as she took over reception duties in his absence.

Sigma was led out of the reception area and through a door marked Factory Floor. One moment she was in a quiet, calm reception area with gentle muzak playing over a speaker system, and the next...

"Yes! Ohhhhhgodyesssssssss!"

...she was walking behind the otter on a large metal gantry, with stairs descending down into a series of corridors and a cluster of small booths, all of which were occupied by a woman.

"Cumming! Oh god, c-cumming again!"

Screams, moans, wails and bellowing roars of pleasure echoed out across the factory over the whirr of powerful electric generators, the hissing of air pressure and the sound of constant running liquids. Peering down into the booths directly below them, Sigma saw a lioness strapped into a padded metal frame. She was leaning forward, but even in that position the upper edges of her colossal breasts were just visible beneath her athletic frame. There appeared to be two thick tubes leading away from her breasts, and from the heavy volumes of clear white liquid pouring down the tubes they seemed to be connected to her nipples.

She was being milked. but more than that, she was being pleasured as she was milked. Not just by the tubes suckling on her breasts, but by a metal arm wielding upon its end a large, thick black dildo. A dildo that pumped violently in and out of the lioness as she stood there supported by that padded metal frame, her arms, her legs and her midriff bound to and supported by it so that she could essentially just rest there and let herself be milked, let herself be fucked for goodness only knew how long. Judging by the size of the puddle between her legs though, added to as Sigma watched her tense up, throw her head back, roar and begin to squirt violently around the dildo still fucking her with relentless mechanical savagery, she had already been going at it for what was probably well over an hour, with no sign of her milk or her passion running out.

The next booth was much the same, though the squirrel held within was lying on a table on her belly, arms and legs strapped to its frame while she was milked from one end and fucked by another mechanical arm from the other.

"Yes! Don't stop. Please... ohhhhhplease, d-don't... yes!"

And the next booth, and the next, and...

"Oh, ohh god..."

Sigma fell to her knees, grunting, mooing, cumming without even touching herself from the sheer over-stimulated excitement of seeing all these other women being treated how she would have given absolutely anything to be treated herself in that moment. She watched as her juices cascaded through the metal frame of the gantry upon which she was walking, and whimpered, still locked in the throes of her orgasm as they landed like raindrops upon a black skinned, white woolled and seductively shaven ewe, her belly, her face and her intimate regions shorn smooth while the rest of her was fluffy and adorable. The sheep, herself lost in the thrall of orgasmic pleasure as she stood suspended almost perfectly upright with her mechanical arm fucking her from below, threw back her head and opened her mouth as the richly scented juices rained down upon her, and she gurgled in joy as she looked up and saw Sigma on all fours trembling and cumming, staring lustily down at her.

With the otter's help Sigma soon made it back to her feet, and after a tortuous further few minutes of walking above the main factory and witnessing well over two hundred women being milked and pleasured to repeated, rapturous excess, they slipped through another door marked with a single misspelled word and written not in a standard typeface, but in what was obviously someone's less than mechanical handwriting.

'Luxxxuries.'

Just as they were passing through the doors, Sigma's ears caught the beginnings of a tannoy announcement ringing out through the main factory floor, and giggled as she heard two hundred voice squeal and laugh and cry out in delight.

"Attention, will all personnel not on active milking duty please make your way to the designated clear-air zones in the next five minutes. Pro-Gasm Vapour compound IJK7 will be released in five minutes. I repeat. Pro-Gasm Vapour compound IJK7 will be released into the air in a quantity of precisely ninety parts per million in five..."

The door swung shut behind her, and Sigma saw what looked like a pressurised seal rise from the floor, walls and ceiling around it, presumably to prevent any of the vapour from leaking out into here. Not that she would have minded, of course.

No sooner had the cow turned away from the door though, her lust-stricken mind almost forgot entirely about the door, the vapour, and the factory floor and those hundreds of writhing, screaming, cumming women being milked. Instead, her mind reeled as she saw what stood in front of her now. A room with crisp, clean white walls and a series of what looked like barcalounger type easy-chairs separated from one another by office-cubicle type dividing walls, glass or plastic fronted with a clear door built in, but with more opaque white walls separating each occupant from the next.

In the chair nearest to Sigma, directly in front of where she stood as the otter padded over to another member of staff and began to talk quietly, gesturing back to the cow now and then, she saw a grey furred mouse lying with her back upon her chair fully reclined, no restraints attached to her and none needed as she was milked by two tubes descending from the ceiling. The mouse had a mask attached to another tube wrapped around her muzzle, and she was wearing what appeared to be a set of VR goggles. Wrapped around her crotch was a harness like the type used to hold a strap-on dildo, only rather than the dildo protruding outward, it appeared to be held within the mouse by the harness. Hilted inside her and buzzing audibly even from the several meters away which Sigma now stood. After about twenty seconds of watching the mouse, Sigma saw her begin to twitch. She heard muffled, desperately joyous, pleasure stricken grunts through her mask, and she watched the rodent's toes curl as juices trickled down her trembling buttocks and began to drip off the sides of the chair.

Taking a few steps closer to the otter and his bunny colleague, Sigma looked into the next cubicle. Her eyes bulged as she saw a huge skunk-taur, probably seven foot tall at the shoulder, with no fewer than eight pumps connected to a whole row of large, swollen breasts upon her underbelly. Her upper body alone was leaning forward to support herself over the easy-chair, clinging to its back as she threw her head back and wailed in ecstasy, albeit muffled once again by the glass barrier. Another two pumps were attached to her upper body's own breasts, rather more modest in size than those below, but what drew Sigma's gaze first and foremost was another pump attached to a very different part of this beautiful creature's body.

"Oh god... y-yes..."

She watched the skunk stomp and thrash, watched her tail twitch and her huge, powerful body shake like a leaf as while her nipples were suckled and milked, so too was the skunk-taur's large, cherry sized clitoris. She could see it throbbing, twitching within the pressurised tube in which it was clasped, and the floods of ejaculate that poured and sprayed out of the skunk's twitching, visibly winking pussy weren't just occasional, but as Sigma watched for almost a minute, near constant thanks to the sheer savagery of the stimulation being applied to her.

The cow stumbled forward once more, not to admire the next cubicle, but to place a trembling hand upon the shoulder of the otter who had brought her here.

"E-excuse me, sir..."

He turned, smiling.

"We'll just be another minute, Miss Sigma. We're trying to figure out the optimum way to get you started. After all, for the luxury process to be effective, it requires the maximum possible amount of arousal and physical stimulation to ensure the milk remains at a suitable level of richn-..."

He never got to finish his sentence as the cow grabbed him by one arm, dragged him away from the wide eyed rabbit to whom he had been talking, and pointed sharply at the skunk-taur's chamber with a grunt of effort.

" That!"

Sigma gurgled, her pussy convulsing, her inner thighs becoming rivers for a few moments at the mere thought of it.

"Y-you want me to... t-to be... productive? Do that to me. Now."

Grinning, glancing back over his shoulder with a nod, the otter acquiesced.

"Well okay then, let's get you started."

He led Sigma down the line of cubicles. Past an orca sitting upright with another member of the factory staff between her legs, tongue hard at work as she tenderly stroked his hair while the pumps did their work. Past an antelope who seemed to have forgone the chair entirely and was sitting upon what looked like a sybian machine, eyes rolled back into her head and her eyes glazed, tongue lolling out and dribbling saliva all over her bouncing, pump-laden breasts. Past a mature palomino mare and a much smaller, lithe fennec fox sharing the same cubicle, the two of them straddling the chair with their legs wrapped around one another scissor-style, pussies grinding together as they embraced, as the horse strained to lean down and deeply, tenderly kiss the far smaller yet beautifully buxom women.

Finally they reached an empty cubicle, and the cow practically ran inside and threw herself eagerly into the chair as soon as the door was opened for her. She sat back in the comfortable embrace of the easy-chair, spread her legs wide with her knees bent and hooves propped up against the edge of the lounger, and reached down to grab at her breasts, dribbling rich, creamy milk out over her black and white spotted fur. A loud, desperate mooing escaped her muzzle, and she stared at the otter pleadingly as he followed her inside.

"Please, I... I want it all..."

She watched as he approached a small panel in the wall that she hadn't noticed on the other cubicles not because it had been absent, but because her eyes had been drawn to the screaming, writhing women instead of the small, plain computer terminal. The otter chuckled, gesturing to the control panel.

"Well, tell me which parts of everything you'd like, and if I can make it happen, I will."

Sigma blinked.

"W-what?"

The otter grinned.

"Just what I said. Tell me what you want, I'll do everything I can in my power to get it for you. I know this is your first day, Sigma, but... women like you, producers like you don't come around every day. And when they do, when you do... we bring you here. And we do everything, anything in the D10 company's power, to make you happy. To make you horny. To make you cum harder, more often, and for as long as we physically can. Because... the milk you produce; you, and the other women here like you, it's not normal. It's not good. It's not great. It's not even excellent. It's... it's the kind of flavour that can change lives. The kind of taste that can change the world. Women like you are the reason we live as we do today. So... if a clit pump helps you produce more luxury quality milk for us? If a pheromone mask helps. If a VR fantasy headset helps. If a sybian machine, or a partner, or my own cock will help you cum harder and faster. If any or all of that will make you happy, and make you produce better milk as a result? We'll do it for you, if we can, Sigma. We'll do it all for you... as long as you're happy to keep on giving us your milk."

He smiled at the cow as she lay there in her easy-chair, eyes wide, mouth open, fingers furiously fucking her own pussy as she grunted and gurgled, overwhelmed by his description alone.

"So..."

The otter turned his head back to the computer console.

"...one by one, why don't you tell me the things that you want, and I'll get started on programming all of that for you."

***********

A few hours later, a cluster of maybe fifteen or twenty D10 Dairy employees stood in the Luxury wing, in front of one particular cubicle. Many of them were naked, and even those that weren't had either loosened, pulled down or removed their lower garments to grant themselves or a colleague access to whatever lay between their legs.

"The production levels, I... I've never seen anything like it..."

A tabby housecat murmured, shaking his head in awe as from between his legs a fox murmured muffled agreement.

"Y-you're looking at the production levels, Jeffrey? Jesus... I... I can't stop looking at her. She's... she's incredible. She's a goddess. She's..."

The rabbit who had watched Sigma get set up in her chamber over two hours ago swayed slightly as he leaned in towards the glass, not wishing to get so close that it would fog up and obscure his view, but not wanting to be an inch further away from the cow than he had to be. He groaned as he stroked his own cock. He had cum so many times in the last few hours watching her do the very same. He was exhausted, and sore, and overwhelmed. And yet he couldn't stop. He couldn't take his eyes off of their new, star milker. In truth, none of them could. There was just something about her. Something... impossible. Something about how she was reacting, how she was drinking in all the pleasure being lavished upon her with such frenzied hunger amidst her delight. Like she believed, for some unfathomable reason, that today was the only day she might ever get to feel this way.

"Ooohhhhhyessss..."

Within the cubicle, Sigma gurgled in orgasm. It wasn't that she was starting to cum, or that she was moving from one orgasm to another. She was just cumming. Cumming, and cumming, and cumming non-stop, like she had been for what felt like an eternity already. Yet still an eternity that she knew deep down was anything but. Even if she couldn't remain here forever though, she was going to make sure as hell that she was making the most of every last second that she did spend there.

With a VR headset wrapped around her face, Sigma shuddered and moaned as with a neural interface she was able to regard the only other places in the world she wanted to be right now. At her own request, she was hooked up to the security and observation systems of this very factory, and thus all at once she was essentially observing each and every other woman screaming, cumming and being milked just like her. Sharing in their pleasure while she revelled deliciously, greedily in her own. With a pheromone mask wrapped around her muzzle, the cow huffed and bellowed as with each and every breath she inhaled chemicals both natural and man-made in a cocktail designed for one purpose. To make her even hornier than the last breath. Even hornier than even her heat could have accomplished alone.

Six tubes milked and suckled at her nipples and the teats rising from her swollen udders, slurping up vast volumes of rich, creamy milk and squeezing, sucking upon the oh so tender, sensitive flesh producing it. A seventh meanwhile, just as Sigma had first begged upon arriving here and witnessing it for herself, pumped and squeezed and suckled upon her own now engorged and hugely swollen, hyper-sensitive clit. And directly below that seventh suction tube, huffing, gasping, breathing heavily into a pheromone mask of his very own purely so he could even attempt to keep up with Sigma, was the otter who had guided her here. The otter who had made all of this possible for her.

She knew his name now, despite knowing that she would likely never see him again in less than a day.

Jacob.

A nice name. A name worth learning purely because of how fun it was to scream. And scream she did as he fucked her. As he humped her, as he came in her, and kept on cumming in her over and over again while she returned the favour in kind around his throbbing cock.

"Aaahhgod, J-Jacob. Again. D-do it... do it again!"

She was cumming, screaming, mooing loudly in ecstasy even as she begged the otter to give her more. He did it though, despite her continued, frenzied ecstasy, despite his own body clinging to its sanity by the most ragged edge alone, Jacob did as Sigma asked. He reached down, staring in wonder at the cow's plump, trembling, writhing body, and grabbed at the little pump suckling and clutching at her clit. He grabbed hold of it, an action which alone made the cow bellow and thrash against him, the chair creaking beneath the fury of her wild reaction. It was when he began to gently tug on it though, to tease it back and forth, to masturbate the swollen, tense, throbbing, suction-gripped clit inside of that little tube with the body of the pump itself, that Sigma exhibited the reason why there were almost twenty people watching her like a hawk while hundreds of other women writhed and screamed and gave their own milk throughout the factory.

The cow bellowed, moo'd in frantic euphoria, and every one of the six milking tubes suckling upon her nipples immediately grew taut as they stretched up to the ceiling. Every last one of them found themselves filled to overflowing, so much milk suddenly gushing from the screaming, cumming, squirting bovine that the state of the art pumping motors could barely keep up with the sheer volume. In the last two hours alone, since Jacob had first started masturbating the cow's swollen and hyper-sensitive clit manually as he fucked her, Sigma had produced more A+ Grade Luxury quality milk than every woman in the Luxury wing over the last week combined. And as she begged Jacob to do it to her again, and again, and again no matter how obviously wild, how insane with intense, near cataclysmic volumes of pleasure it drove her, that volume was only continuing to grow even now.

"Aaaahhhhhhhgggaaaaain! Ooooooohhhyessssss... oohhh.... ohh yes! Yes, J-Jacob! Again!"

Sigma wouldn't let herself stop begging. Wouldn't let herself stop demanding more of this unfathomably intense pleasure. She wouldn't let herself stop, wouldn't let the otter stop giving it to her not only because she craved it, and not only because she knew she was doing this world good by giving what she could. Deep down, Sigma wouldn't let herself stop for the quite simple reason that she knew that tomorrow, she wouldn't be here. Tomorrow, the chances of her being brought back to this same world, to this same factory and this same circumstance were so rare as to be effectively impossible. Tomorrow, she could and would be anywhere else, doing anything else if she rolled the dice once again.

Right now she was a vessel built to be milked. To be worshipped, and drained, and teased, and fucked, and pleasured to excess over and over and over again. Tomorrow though, she might well be a winged dragon-taur roaring and thrashing in the middle of her office, laying eggs uncontrollably, cumming as each and every one popped thickly, wetly out of her pussy while her colleagues pointed and stared in horror and shame. Right now she was an all seeing, all knowing being of pure lust, squirting, ejaculating hard around the man whose cock had been fucking her longer and harder than any man ever had without ceasing, all while she watched hundreds of other women revel in beautiful pleasure that was simultaneously delicious and intense, and yet only a pathetic echo of what she was experiencing herself. But tomorrow she might well be whimpering in humiliation as by hypnotic command an unseen master made her wet herself in the middle of a crowded restaurant, before climbing up onto a table and masturbating for his pleasure and the entertainment of all the other diners.

Right now she was in heaven. But, tomorrow... just as she had been yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, she might be in a new kind of heaven. Different from this entirely, but no less able to make her fear that the next day couldn't possibly compete. She might be clad from head to toe in squeaky, rubbery latex, being led around a whole world of latex-clad pets and their masters and mistresses. Compelled, ordered to obey their every whim in public. To play. To breed. To perform even the most basic of bodily functions only on command. To serve in the role of loyal pet, and worship, and dote, and give pleasure without thought for herself, just as today she was being worshipped, and doted upon, and having pleasure given to her without consideration of anyone else.

So long as she chose to roll the dice again tomorrow, any of those things were possible. All of them, parts of them, anything and everything was possible. Anything, except perhaps for this. For the precise type of ecstasy, the precise world she was living in right now.

But, maybe that was okay. At a very fundamental level, maybe that was the whole point of the dice. Not just to shake up Sigma's old routine, but to prevent the cheetah... when he even was a cheetah, or a he for that matter... from even finding a routine, until such a time as he truly wanted one. Maybe what truly mattered was enjoying each day as it happened. Enjoying each experience, unique and random as it was, conjured into existence by the whims of luck and fate.

And that was what she was doing now, intentionally or not. That was what she found herself doing each and every day, when she realised just what wonders the dice had granted her on each new occasion.

Sigma moo'd, and wailed, and came again and again and again, all the while begging the otter straddling and fucking her to give her more as she in turn gave him, his co-workers and the whole world around them all the milk they could ever ask for. She revelled in her ecstasy. She wallowed and writhed and delighted in the extremes of her orgasmic bliss. And with each wave of pleasure she counted herself lucky. Lucky to be living this way. Lucky to be not only experiencing what this world had to offer, but lucky to be experiencing yet another one of the near infinite permutations of what the dice had to offer, one day at a time. One hour. One minute. One orgasm. One scream. One roll at a time.

By Jeeves

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Dice outcomes:

Clothing (D6): Male Presenting 1-2, Female Presenting 3-4, Nude 5-6. Outcome = 4.

Type of clothing (D4): Normal 1, Risque 2, Swimwear 3, Underwear 4. Outcome = 3.

Body form (D6): Normal 1-3, Taur 4-6. Outcome = 3.

TF (D6): Yes 1-3, No 4-6. Outcome = 1.

TF Form (D6): Cow 1-2, Dragon 3-4, Shark 5-6. Outcome = 2.

Gender shift (D6): Yes 1-3, No 4-6. Outcome = 3.

Kinks (D10): Oviposition 1, Milking 2, Watersports 3, Hypnosis 4, Public sex 5, Latex 6, Padding/Diapers 7, Heat 8, Excessive wetness 9, Pick a Kink of Your Choice and Roll Again 10. Outcome = 10!!!!! Outcome #2 = 8. And for the kink of my choice for the 10, because it is too fun/fitting not to, I pick milking. ^^

Acceptability (D4): Taboo 1, Secretive 2, Indifferent 3, Welcomed 4. Outcome = 4.