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Part 2 - The Vixen

By Corvis

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"Ms. Taylor, I have your bag here," a female voice from the other side of the door to her surprise. Charlotte shuddered, holding her sides, she couldn't let whoever it was to see her like this. The heat was replaced with a deep anxiety twisting her stomach into a pretzel.

"L...leave it at the door, I'll get it," she managed to croak out, her voice betraying her sexual distress. There was no answer for what seemed like a long time. Charlotte was stuck in place in the middle of the room, exposed, like in a nightmare where she couldn't run as fast as her pursuer. The soaked underwear betrayed her condition, her delving fingertips still barely penetrating her vagina.

"I heard what happened from Chase shug, mind if we talk? I want to make sure you're doin' ok," the person on the other side of the door continued. She recognized the voice now, it was the vixen that had greeted them as they got off the bus. For the life of her, she couldn't remember her name. Charlotte knew one thing though, that she was in no state to entertain.

"I'm...I'm not- I'm not dressed," she reluctantly confessed after flipping through a few less-than-believable excuses in her head before settling on at least a half-truth.

"I'm sorry shug, I don't got time later, got other guests to see before dinner, I'd really like to talk," the fox said, her tone growing slightly exasperated.

"O-Ok, ok, just one sec," Charlotte said, hesitantly giving in. Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't quite find her mental grounding. Pulling her hand out of her underwear she quickly gathered her discarded hoodie and jeans in her arms. She couldn't decide which to try to put on first. Everything she had was disgustingly-soaked, not to mention her pants were a couple of sizes too small now. The fox's foot claws were tapping the wood annoyedly making her rush to get dressed.

"Ready yet?" The fox asked, jiggling the handle impatiently. To Charlotte's shock, the latch made a sharp *crack* sound. Broken metal skittered across the floor. Charlotte's eyes grew wide in surprise as the door lurched open revealing her half-dressed masturbation-soaked body to the vixen. The door's handle was still clutched in the equally shocked fox's hand. Charlotte panicked, she had only managed to get one arm fully into her uncooperative hoodie before the intrusion.

"Oh! I think we have to fix that for ya shug, things get hard use out here," the fox quipped, trying to compose herself. The vixen inspected the broken handle in her dark brown paw. Charlotte could only stand in stupefaction at the sudden, if unintentional, breach of privacy.

"Sorry to interrupt ya shug," the fox's bright inquisitive eyes looked her over, with a faint but growing smile. "Now, it's ok to be a bit embarrassed, only natural, come on let's chat. Have a seat," the fox gestured to the edge of the bed, sauntering into the room.

Charlotte hobbled over to the bed, dragging and then kicking off the jeans she had only managed to drag halfway up her right foot. Sitting hesitantly she turned to face the fox while doing her best to cover her privates.

"First of all, let me properly introduce myself. I'm Darcie Fulton, I'm in charge of guest services, it's nice to meet you Charlotte," the fox smiled toothily as she took a seat uncomfortably close to her on the bed. The fox was so close that the fox's divot on the mattress merged with her own, pushing them together so that their hips were only a couple of inches apart. Charlotte wasn't used to letting anybody see her half-naked, let alone like...like this. Her siblings walked in on her more times than she could count but never on purpose, at least she didn't think they did. The wetness soaked into her underwear somehow was even worse than it had been when she came into the room with Chase. She didn't want the fox or anybody to see her like this. Goosebumps rolled down her arms and nape of her neck at being so exposed, naked, and close to a complete stranger. The fur on her back prickled and her tail went stiff as a board behind her.

Darcie was on the verge of being naked herself. Her ample breasts were held aloft by a tightly tied red-plaid shirt that she was using both as a bra and a top. The shirt left nothing but the color of her nipples to the imagination it presented so much of her cleavage. At risk of slipping out at any moment the fox's breasts jiggled with every movement. Below that was her exposed midriff and the shortest, tightest pair of cut-off jeans she had ever seen. Small pockets draped around her hips from the frayed waist of the bikini-like jean-shorts. The garment hugged the fox's hips so low they were almost to the point of slipping off. The waistline delved deep enough to expose the top of her voluminous pubic fur. The cutoffs cupped her womanhood like a pair of tight underwear which was just as well, Charlotte was positive she wasn't wearing anything below them.

Realizing she was staring Charlotte looked away in embarrassment, hoping Darcie hadn't noticed her gaze. Covering her own chest was a lost cause, the best she could do was to press her right forearm across the cups of her bra. Looking down past the shelf of her breasts she saw her crotch's current state. She had imagined how near-transparent her panties had become, but looking at them now shocked her all the same. The normally opaque pink fabric had become a window to her furry mound. The rise of her outer lips and the separation between them were clearly visible through a transparent layer of wet pink cloth. The previously unremarkable small pink entrance of her sex became pronounced, pulsing and angry. Delicate folds had given way to a deep quivering chasm that had opened between her legs. Quickly placing her paw back over her nethers she knew it was too late to hide anything. Shuddering at the touch of her fingers against herself she couldn't help but let out a small gasp of unwanted self-pleasure.

"Oh no, that's not, I'm not..." Charlotte stuttered, tumbling over her words, wanting to draw that pleasured squeak back into her throat. Her eyes were wet, she tried to look into the middle distance, but anything else was...too distracting. She was having a rollercoaster of an evening. Almost jumping out of her skin at the sudden contact she felt the fox's gentle paw on her chin turning her muzzle towards the fox's face.

The fox's large triangular ears were pinned against her head, making her less threatening. Darcie smiled kindly, taking a deep breath. The fox pointed her long slender muzzle slightly downward to de-emphasize her sharp teeth, an outdated but welcome predator courtesy.

"You stopped taking your pills shug? First time?" She asked straight out the gate.

Charlotte could only issue a squeak in acknowledgment, her face was flush again. She wanted to look away again.

"Affects everybody a little different shug, you are in for a ride. Looks like you are already getting started," The fox paused, her eyes searching Charlotte's face, studying her. "Hmmm, what do you want to get out of this place, darlin?" The fox continued. Charlotte could hear the compassion in her voice. If she was just there to boost their travel site review score for the hospitality she was doing a great job of hiding it.

"I..." Charlotte trailed off, unsure how to respond. She looked down at her large toes. She didn't feel especially like opening up to this strange fox, not in her underwear, not wet from a bull she had just met. For some reason, she was more embarrassed to be this undressed in front of Darcie than she was clothed with Chase. Woman to woman she felt inadequate next to this obviously confident fox. But there was something else, something that...thrilled her being this close to somebody so near to being undressed. Tingles raced down her arms and neck. It was different than seeing Chase's enormous tool. The whole situation felt more foreign to her, more forbidden. Having people see her like this, off her pills, making herself wet, moaning...it was all new. Darcie being a predator and a woman made it feel even more dangerous and on the edge, her deep base instincts flaring up deep in her subconscious.

Sensing her hesitancy the fox's muzzle pecked her cheek with a small caring kiss like her mother would give her before bedtime. Despite that her body tensed hard, muscles straining. Charlotte squeaked in surprise but didn't recoil. Her heart beat faster deep in her chest.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Charlotte managed to choke out, slightly recoiling from the fox's proximity, the fur of their hips touching briefly. Throbbing with blood, her nipples pulsed and grew slowly erect under her bra once again.

"Would you like me to stop?" Darcie asked as she pecked her cheek again, this time Charlotte didn't recoil, but her body went stiff. She didn't know how to respond. She had never been kissed by a girl, a woman...no a predator before. The heat, the intense thing she had felt before that she thought maybe what folks called horniness came roaring back, swelling deep in her stomach. Twisting itself in knots and filled with butterflies simultaneously, her exposed flat belly sucking itself in beneath her breasts.

"Listen Charlotte, this ranch, it's for you to find yourself, all of yourself," the vixen paused, taking one of Charlotte's paws in her calm hands. Charlotte thought the fox was shaking her before realizing she was the one trembling, near vibrating. The pads on the fox's paws felt impossibly warm and strong. "And the only way for you to do that shug is to let go and try, even just a little bit at first," the fox smiled a toothy grin. "You don't need to go into the deep end all at once."

"I...I don't know how," Charlotte sputtered, the room was spinning now. Her whole body pulsed at the fox's touch. They were so close. She could feel Darcie's body heat on her own fur. Growing slightly dizzy Charlotte became afraid she would pass out again. The fox's muzzle was open, breathing a sweet earthy smell onto her. They were so close now. The tingling grew more insistent, her heart beating fast. Charlotte could feel her breasts pushing against the fox's own pair, a fresh hot wetness was forming between her legs.

With her free paw, Darcie pulled at the front-facing knot that held her own breasts in place. Her bosom poured out of the red plaid shirt and was soon pushing against Charlotte's newly enormous pair. The foxes' cream-furred breasts were big for her body but were at least a half-dozen cup sizes smaller than what Charlotte had attached to her chest. Ignoring the size difference Charlotte had never felt another woman's breasts pushing against hers before.

Before she knew what she was doing Charlotte leaned forward and kissed Darcie's muzzle full on the vulpine's dark lips. Their long whiskers intermixing only added to the thrill of the experience, sending shocks of sensation up through her muzzle into her head, numbing her furry scalp. She didn't know what came over her. Heat flushed through her face.

Darcie didn't recoil, but instead leaned in, as if she was expecting the kiss. The foxes' tongue wasted no time probing her mouth, exploring and teasing her tongue. Head swimming, becoming dizzy like she did with Chase a flush of heat flooded her body. It felt so good, her head was bubbly. This was beyond crazy, but she was doing it. Her ass cheeks pulsed under her, thighs tensing. Her rear began to expand, her lean rear becoming increasingly rounded. Charlotte couldn't keep a moan from escaping into the fox's connected mouth. She was still growing! Every muscle in Charlotte's body was tensed and ready to spring. Panties dragging lower and lower over her rear, her tail, and its stitched hole was straining to keep them atop her growing posterior. Tingling raced up her back, flooding her with powerful hormones. Eyes wincing closed, her instincts told her to both defend herself from an imminent predator attack and keep going, to go even further with the fox. As if the fox knew what she was feeling Darcie's long fluffy tail wrapped around her hips, warming and comforting her.

The kiss finally broke, Darcie's muzzle separating from her own, she could feel the vulpine's sharp incisors graze her mouth. The roiling heat was coming to a boil from somewhere below the pit of her stomach.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me- I'm so sor-" Charlotte gasped, attempting to rectify her brash and completely out-of-character kiss. "Ahhh! Ohh god," she cried out mid-sentence. The changes weren't done with her yet. Neck and shoulders tensing her paws massaged her thighs, they were growing thicker and wider by the moment, putting pressure on the sides of her swollen vagina's mound. Ass protruding behind her she cried out, her skin was having a hard time keeping up. A fresh wave of wetness leaked from her crotch onto the bed below, soaking her inner thighs. She was becoming a monster! But then why did it feel so good? It was only then she noticed that Darcie's paw caressing and pinching the outline of her pronounced right breast's nipple through her soaked bra.

"What are you-" Charlotte couldn't help a shudder at the feeling of another person touching her there. She never had even touched herself there or like that before. It sent a shock through her flesh, the wetness between her legs was growing worse, forcing her to shift and squirm on the edge of the bed nervously.

"Do you want me to stop?" The fox asked.

"I don't- I never..." Charlotte whispered so quietly she barely heard it herself. She bit her lower lip again before shaking her head "no". The flame in her loins was growing hotter by the moment. It was all she could do to not press her chest into the fox's paws.

"You have to let go of any baggage you brought with you shug, let the real you come out" Darcie removed her hand and began to trace the long line from the base of her rigid upright tail to the nape of her neck, making a pathway through her fur as she went. It felt so good. Everything felt so good. She had never felt like this before. A diminishing part of her told her that feeling this way was wrong, she needed to get back on her pills before she went too far. Feeling this good wasn't normal. With a surge of willpower, eyes bolting wide, Charlotte opened her mouth to ask Darcie to stop, to tell her to call her a cab, a plane, anything to get her out of there.

"Darcie please I nee- nnrhh!!!" Charlotte began to exclaim before crying out in pleasure, drowning her doubts in a rush of endorphins. The fox hefted her breasts in her paws kneading their newly sensitive nipples through the bra. Her pussy spasmed hard, pushing a wave of slick wetness between her legs. Charlotte liked this, liked this more than she thought possible. She had never let anybody do anything like what Darcie was doing for her now. Never wanted to have paws on her body so badly.

"Let's get this thing off you," the fox said while tracing her paw up her spine and in one smooth motion unhooked the clasp of her bra.

"Wait, don't-" she gasped too late. Her breasts bounced free, sloughing off the heavy wet cups from their sensitive engorged nipples. The distended domes of her areola jutted outward pressing her thick pink nubs into the air. Being off the pills had caused her already large nipples to grow so large that she could barely wrap her thumb and index finger around one.

The sheer weight of her breasts carried them out into her arms. Charlotte shuddered at the sudden exposure. As embarrassing as it was to have her breasts exposed, the freedom came with immense relief. She hadn't realized how hard it had become to breathe properly until that moment. Her damp matted fur desperately needed to air out.

"Oh-Oh goddd. Ohhh!" Charlotte moaned out, her breasts growing again. The foxes' eyes grew wide, watching her with rapt interest. It was like a new version of her was struggling to come out, enlarging in every direction under her fur. Arms struggling to cover her enormous tits she couldn't help but rock in pleasure at the growing mammaries. The weight of her breasts seemingly did little to drag them downward, the buoyant balloons on her chest nearly defying gravity at such a huge size. Even for their size, they felt especially heavy, there was something building in each of her jutting tits. A...fullness in each of her breasts, pushing her nipples further and further outward, beyond her ability to contain them. Even amid the storm of emotions and heat rocking her body she could tell that something was going on inside her swelling breasts, it was as if the constricting bra wasn't entirely gone. Eyes disbelieving her own proportions, she saw that her nipples were absolutely huge but proportional to her heaving breasts.

"I- oh ohhh god, oh god!" Charlotte choked out, cupping her teats in her hands, pressing them against her torso trying to compress the soft flesh back into herself, only causing her vagina to spasm pleasurably again. Despite her best efforts even the areolas capping her breasts were now too big to cover fully with her paws. The suppleness of her breasts only exacerbated that they were spilling out everywhere, it was like trying to wrangle two uncooperative water balloons the size of kickballs.

"Wow. What I wouldn't do for a pair like that shug, come on let your ladies breathe," the fox said, visibly admiring her breasts. Paws intermingling the fox gently pried her fingers off of her nipples and sent fresh shocks of pleasure down her spine in the process. The fox won the struggle to keep her breasts contained. Charlotte gasped, her boobs bouncing free in front of her, the feeling of tightness returning with a vengeance, her nipples jutting proudly outward.

Charlotte was breathing hard. Any modesty she was clinging to was gone. Her pussy's mound was huge and swollen, pulsing with her heart under the wet fabric of her panties. Embarrassment pulsed through her veins intermixed with an even more powerful arousal. Nobody had ever taken her bra off of her before. Backflipping in her gut, her stomach clenched at the mix of feelings coursing through her.

"What are you doing- It's- I'm not- I'm ahhhhh!!!" Charlotte let out a shuddering moan. Darcie's muzzle clamped lightly onto her shoulder, sending a shock through her body that made her feel like she may explode. Her pussy clenched, its walls pressing together making her back arch. Paw pads caressing the sides of her breasts Charlotte moaned louder than she had ever moaned before. The fox playfully bit and nibbled on her shoulder which only made Charlotte convulse in place. The pleasure was too overwhelming, her crotch was so, so hot. Nipples twisting atop her breasts they pulsed in unison, swelling even larger.

Overwhelmed, the changes still wracking her body she used her arms to prevent herself from collapsing back onto the bed. Freed of her efforts to preserve whatever modesty she had left, her most sensitive parts were available to the fox's advances. Concentrating on her still swelling behind Charlotte was only barely aware that Darcie's hand was tracing a line down her taught exposed stomach, circling the fur around her inset belly button before crawling downward and inward, towards her inner thighs.

The fox's fingers arrived at the fur bordering the edge of her panties, precipitously close to her crotch, finally drawing Charlotte's full attention. Charlotte instinctively drew her legs together to prevent the fox's paw from reaching its destination.

"What are you doi-ahhh!!!" Charlotte gasped before the fox placed her free paw's index finger over her muzzle, quieting her objection. Her sensitive nose took in Darcie's own distinct scent, a mix of sage and musk that made her nostrils tingle. She couldn't help but let out a low moan in response. Confusion and heat pulsed through her head at the same time, making her eyes flutter upward in her head.

The fox's delving paw resumed its course, stroking and pushing unstoppably toward her most private place. It wasn't long before Darcie was pushing back the hood covering her clit through the soaked panties. Even through the fabric, it felt like the vixen's fingers were touching her bare flesh. Electricity arced up her spine from every pinch and prod of her sensitive nub. Charlotte couldn't stop her legs from rising upward, their long musculature pointing straight outward, her feet kicking into the air with every touch of her clit.

Charlotte's arms could hold her up no longer. Falling backward onto the bed her paws grabbed the vixen's invading hand, but instead of attempting to pull it away, she pushed Darcie's fingers deeper between her legs.

"More ahh! P-please!" Breasts bouncing atop her chest they towered over her chest, blocking blocked her view, but it didn't matter. She had never been touched like this before. Her pussy was on fire, wetness gushing from between her heated folds. A sexual dam had broken inside her. Her brief time with Chase had weakened whatever blockage was in her enough for her second puberty to start and Darcie was the flood overtaking her. She had never been this needful before.

"That's...uhhhhnn..." Charlotte whispered in a waning half-defiant moan. The slickness between her legs was driving her wild. Sucking in, her stomach undulated with every shuddering breath. Her nipples throbbed atop her twin jiggling mountains.

Before she could fully process the immense shocks of pleasure coursing through her nerves Darcie was kissing her again, closing the distance between them and pushing their breasts together, combining their pillowy cleavage.

Charlotte found her paws reaching around the fox's lithe back for support, pushing deep into the long strands of silky vulpine fur. That was the first time she heard the fox moan, it was a deep churring sound that made Charlotte shudder. She let out her own surprised moan as the fox's fingers traced the length of her thick outer lips through the soaked panties, pressing forcefully and intently inward along the crevice between them. Charlotte's hands grasped the foxes' back, the vixen's weight pressing against her chest.

"Oh...Ohh godddd-" Charlotte choked out, her pussy was throbbing and leaking so badly. She didn't know how she hadn't cum yet. It wasn't long before she had saturated Darcie's prying digits. Just as it felt like she could go no higher the vixen pulled aside her underwear and sank two thick fingers into her snatch past her knuckles.

"Ngh!!! Uhhhnnn!!!" Gasping, Charlotte's world reeled around her at the sudden intrusion. Her inner walls convulsed, back arching, head whipping back she grasped at the fox on top of her urgently. Charlotte couldn't help but let out a series of short hiccup-like moaning gasps. She had of course explored herself before, even brought herself to orgasm a few times before her trip but it was nothing like this. Her body wanted this so badly that despite herself her legs spread themselves wide, giving Darcie full access to her engorged womanhood. She was afloat in clouds of pleasure the likes of which she had never felt, the pills had never allowed herself to feel. The weight of the buxom vixen atop her was driving her wild, their nipples jockeying around each other sending shocks of electric ambrosia into the back of Charlotte's head. Her nipples had never been this sensitive before. And there was so much of them now. Charlotte couldn't think, her mind was going numb. Everything was full of cotton and pleasure between her ears.

She was so horny. Without thinking her body began to grind against the invading digits, her hips acting on their own accord, driving them into her soaked pussy. Her vagina was so large, it nearly took Darcie's entire hand inside its entrance. Huge breasts bounced on her chest, mostly obscuring her view of what was transpiring between her legs. From the tips of her toes to the tops of her ears the pleasure was everywhere.

Darcie began to thrust her fingers in and out of her engorged lower lips with a faster and faster cadence, dragging them and their soft paw pads across the most sensitive shuddering areas of her vagina in the process. Her slickness making wet *shlucking* noises. Darcie's fingers spread and curled, stretching her open, filling her. Her pussy desperate for more, its emptiness without the intruding digits was beyond frustrating.

"So-hmm big down here. Is this recent?" The fox asked. Charlotte tried to answer just as the vixens' wrist passed between her stretched lips along with some of her fore-arm. Charlotte's whole body bucked and gyrated at the sensation, stomach sucking in at the massive intrusion. She was so full. So full.

"Uhnn!!! I can't...I can't...." Charlotte managed to moan, unable to hold back what was building inside of her. The whole bed was shaking from their ministrations. Her thick legs kicked in the air, wrapping around the fox in the process, holding what felt like Darcie's entire arm inside of her.

"Huhnn....Let it out shug! You're almost...hnn...there!" Darcie encouraged her breathlessly, her left hand's paw dancing around the throbbing nub of her clit while her right hand's fingers stroked the clamping insides of her vagina. Everything went white. Her mouth gaped open, built-up saliva flying into the air.

"I'M AHHHHH!!!" She screamed, her voice drawing out into a loud primal squeak. The orgasm building since Chase had introduced himself crashing over her. Pussy clamping down on the penetrative vulpine fingers she came, hard. The pleasure was insanity-inducing. Bucking widely she came again and again. Wet juices sprayed from between her legs, sprinkling her inner thighs with a sudden mist. The mattress grew immensely wet below her, soaking up her juices and transferring them beneath her expansive ass cheeks.

The orgasm rolled on and on. Crashes of pleasure flooded and pushed away all her thoughts and concerns. Darcie stroked and worked her fingers around her pussy with practiced expertise, soliciting every pleasure that could be extracted from her now overly sensitive entrance. The vixen moaned before collapsing atop her, their breast flesh mashing together between them. Charlotte could only gurgle in pleasure at the sensation of their nipples pressing against each other, a few shuddering aftershocks ripping through her frame. Darcie's panting muzzle lightly licked her face with its rough tongue.

"I hnghn...needed that. Ok shug, as much as I would like to stay here, I gotta get going to other guests," Darcie sighed, kissing Charlotte on the lips before rolling off of her. Charlotte could only lightly nod and moan in acknowledgment, hardly aware of what was happening.

With lust-hazed eyes, Charlotte managed to prop herself up on the bed. The room was unfocused. Her paws found their way between her legs, idly pressing on the flared-open rise of her pussy. The engorged mound still throbbed with her heartbeat from the episode. She didn't know what had come over her, she had never done anything like that in her life and especially with a woman...

Darcie stood up, getting off the bed, her foot claws clacking on the wood. Charlotte's paws squelched against her flared and soaked entrance. Touching her sensitive nerves began to bring the room back into the forefront of her mind. The first thing she noticed was that Darcie's still jean-clad lower half was soaked through.

"Oh no. Oh god...I'm so sorry! I don't-" Charlotte gasped. Her paws retracted from her soaked pussy, realizing what she was doing in horror. The heat had made it feel so natural, so right. Desperately grabbing for the bunched-up sheets she did her best to cover herself, legs pulling up, her whole body curling into a ball.

"Oh, this?" The fox looked down at herself in bemusement. "Oh, honey, you're just a bit of a squirter, not a problem at all shug!" The fox patted her cutoffs crotch. "Some may have been me too," she chuckled with a wink.

"I'm leaving you some ranch-recommended clothes by the way, feel free to use your own but you're going to have more fun with ours," the fox smiled, tying her unruly breasts back into the shirt still draped over her shoulders.

"I'll have somebody bring you new dry sheets...and maybe a mattress pad as well," the fox said, surveying the scene. Charlotte hesitantly uncurled, her eyes growing wide, realizing that she had soaked a good portion of the bedside with her orgasm. She gasped at the scene, unsure if she had somehow peed herself.

"Don't worry, you're just a productive one, body making up for lost time I suppose," Darcie smirked. "You're gonna do just fine here shug, got a big day tomorrow!"

"What...do you mean?" Charlotte asked weakly.

"You'll see, already scheduled it. Don't want to ruin the surprise! Just gotta stay open to things," Darcie winked at her while pulling her soaked jeans down over her bare thighs. Charlotte would have normally been shocked to see somebody casually undressing in front of her but she was so far past that point now. Charlotte's earlier suspicions were confirmed that Darcie was wearing nothing beneath the tight pants. The short white fur covering her lower lips did little to hide her mound. Averting her eyes Charlotte tried to pretend like she wasn't looking when Darcie nodded at her with a knowing smile.

"Promise me and more importantly yourself you'll try to be open," Darcie smiled, wiping some of the wetness off of her thighs. "Would be a shame to waste that body of yours."

"I'll- I'll try," she squeaked weakly. Still buzzing, her lower lips felt as if the fox's paw was still there, touching her. Her enormous nipples, barely covered by the drooping bedsheets were not much better, their girth still flush with pulsing hot blood.

"That's all any of us can do honey, now get some rest," The bottomless fox got up to leave, slinging the wet shorts over her shoulder.

"Oh, and before I forget, here's your bag," the fox deftly kicked her hastily packed duffle to Charlotte's feet with a neatly folded set of clothes added atop it. "Try not to scare Nate tomorrow. He's more sensitive than the bull," she smiled from the doorway.

"I...scared him?!" Charlotte could barely register what the vixen was saying. She hugged her arms across her chest and pushed her legs together to try to regain some modicum of modesty.

"You shoulda seen him quakin', askin what he did wrong. Never seen a gal fresh off her pills is all," the fox laughed.

"Goodnight Charlotte!" Darcie said with a final cheery retort, her long white-tipped tail swished from side to side behind her, framing her round rear cheeks. And just like that she was gone. Charlotte hadn't realized how dark it had gotten outside, her door a gaping portal to the outside.

Charlotte sat there curled on the bed, her body ablaze and her thoughts traveling through her mind faster than she could process them. Shaking her head, it was all too much. She was getting all mixed up. She felt exposed and excited all at the same time. Realizing the door was still open she looked around, straining her acute hearing. Her long ears, perked atop her head. It seemed all clear.

Rushing off the mattress she raced to close the door, reaching for the lock and remembering it was scattered across the floor. Shutting it as best she could she realized just anybody could come in, see her and...take her. Her naked body shuddered at the thought, her bucked teeth biting her lower lip. That wasn't like her at all. None of this was like her. She never thought about stuff like that. But even as the thought faded a flush of wetness dripped between her legs.

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The cleaning crew had come nearly an hour after Darcie left her, quickly changing the sheets on her mattress and jerry-rigging an ill-fitting lock to the door. Charlotte had hidden in the bathroom during their visit, she didn't want any more excitement on her first day.

After drinking what felt like a whole gallon of water and demolishing all the complimentary nuts and chips left in her room she ignored the ringing bell indicating it was dinner time. A hot shower beckoned more importantly than anything, the sticky wetness clinging to her fur of her excretions a constant reminder of what she had done. She replayed her interaction with Darcie over and over in her head. It felt unreal like she had an out-of-body experience. But it was, her enormous tits jutting from her chest were proof of that.

The shower was as hot and strong as she hoped it would be. Washing the delicate fur between her breasts and vagina it wasn't long before she was pleasuring herself again. Her head and breasts pressed against the clear glass of the shower, paws madly delving between her lower lips. The fox was right, she was so big between her legs now. Too sensitive and too big. This was all wrong. But why did it feel so right? Nipples squeaking across the steam-warmed glass she came twice in rapid succession, but nowhere near as powerful as she had with the vixen.

Drying off using the assorted huge soft towels she realized there was a full-sized mirror in the bathroom. Wiping the accumulated steam she got her first look at herself. Eyes growing wide in shock she hardly recognized herself. Her athletic lean body had been replaced with something out of her parent's secret porn magazines. She had almost forgotten about those magazines. Her siblings had dared her to steal one for their "academic use" when she was younger. Quickly sifting through the side table next to her parent's bed, she had realized at an early age how high of a dose of the pills her mother was regularly ingesting. Laying beneath the well-worn nudey magazine her sisters had dared her to steal was a serving-tray-sized container segmented with days of the week. Each day was at least a dozen pills, maybe more. Now she was seeing first-hand why her mother was on such a high dosage. Whatever she had repressed Charlotte had inherited.

Her breasts had grown enormously, far larger than she had ever expected they could. Towel dropping off her chest she traced the sides of her body with her paws, exploratorily hefting her breasts, trying to measure their weight. Careful to avoid touching her sensitive nipples, she was amazed at how much the pink nubs had changed. Her nipples were almost as wide as a quarter and at least an inch long if not more. Just observing herself was starting to make her hot and bothered. Her body was on a hair-trigger.

Shaking her head, she did her best to concentrate. She didn't want to spend another thirty minutes drying her fur off if she needed another shower. Surprisingly despite so much outward growth, her waist had remained narrow. Wiping down more of the mirror's length she saw just how much her hips and thighs had grown. Staggering back from the mirror, she covered her mouth in shock. Her hips were wider than her shoulders and her legs had thickened around her pronounced mound. The entrance to her most private area was slightly open, its elongated slit capped with a clit almost as thick as her pinkie It was hard to breathe, her body was so...different. Hugging her breasts she wanted to cry. Had going off her pills been a huge mistake? She was turning into...something, something she didn't recognize. On the verge of tears, she felt so tired so very tired. That was all she needed she told herself, rest.

Quickly leaving the bathroom she dug her nightwear out of her bag, the size of her breasts obscuring her vision was making it hard to navigate. Her nightshirt and panties were always purposely loose and she hoped that they would fit somehow. With a sigh of relief she slipped them on, they were very tight, but not uncomfortably so. Tight enough that she could sleep in them at least. Hopping in bed and flipping off the light she settled into the heavenly coziness of the sheets.

Despite the deep fatigue in her bones, it was a fitful night's rest. Waking over and over, she hoped that some time had elapsed between her episodes of wakefulness. Looking at the small bedside clock she realized it was only thirty minutes to an hour past the last time she checked. Every time sleep seemed close she couldn't help but toss and turn trying to find a more comfortable position. The soft sheets and blankets felt too hot on her and too cold off her.

The weight of her breasts had never felt more in the way. Her vagina was persistently swollen and out of sorts. There was a deep itch...no more like an ache building deep inside herself. Dragging herself out of bed to pee and drink more water provided no relief. She tried deep breaths and as many sleeping tricks as she could find on her phone. No matter how many times she got up couldn't shake the achy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Inflamed and pulsing with her rapid heartbeat her sensitive fuzz-coated labia pushed against her panties with every shift and movement under the covers. The unwanted pleasure at the fabric's touch of the overly sensitive nerves was driving her mad.

Drifting in and out of consciousness her remembrance of the fox's fingers inside of her sent tremors of pleasure deep inside of her. She could almost hear the slick wet sounds she had made as they penetrated her over and over. The image of the bull's swinging dripping penis and heavy balls took the vixen's place. She was wet again.

"Nnnghhh!!!" She moaned, grinding her teeth in unwanted pleasure. Twisting onto her chest only added to her discomfort, smothering her breasts under her torso's weight. After trying all the positions she could imagine she found herself laying on her massive breasts hugging the soft pillows. The ache was eating at her, with a bubbling heat layered over it. Groaning in frustration, nothing was helping. Squirming under the covers she was on her back again, breasts bouncing in front of her muzzle, the expansive flesh visible even in the dark. Too tired to stop herself her hands gravitated up and down her chest before inching their way toward the space between her plump thighs.

Pressing the rise of her outer lips through her underwear she squeaked in pleasured annoyance. The ache was getting worse, not better. Massaging her labia was only making the wetness begin to leak from her entrance, soaking into the cotton panties latched to her wide hips. There had to be more she could do. She barely ever touched herself before the ranch. She never felt the need to. New hormones were pulsing through her veins, stirring up something primal, needful, in her. Something terrifying and new. It was changing her, reshaping her.

Pulse racing, she withdrew her hand and pushed it under the waist of her tight panties. She didn't want to be scared of her body, of these feelings. Pressing an exploratory finger against her engorged opening she squeaked in pleasure, ears flopping over her shoulders.

Pressing carefully down, her digit sank easily into her already surprisingly wet interior. Bucking, her body jackknifed against the intrusion. Refusing to remove her furry finger, her already-tensed back arched. Charlotte couldn't stop her legs from pressing together over her hand, trapping it against her womanhood. The gyrations of her voluptuous frame against her invading digit only heightened the pleasure coursing through her. The more she moved the better it felt.

"Ahhnn...Nrrghh!!!" Neck straining, she choked on the surges of electricity emanating from the invasive digit. It felt so good...but not the same as Darcie. Eyes rolling in her head, half-drunk from lack of sleep and intoxicating pleasure she requisitioned finger after finger to join the first.

"What's hap-happening to me? Uhhhnnn..." she moaned quietly, the horniness was taking over her body, flooding her mind with thoughts of getting taken by males. Gasping at the sensations coursing through her body, she couldn't stop herself from stretching and probing her entrance, coaxing every swollen wet fold. It wasn't enough! She pressed her digits further into her inner sanctum, opening herself to the cool desert air. Her strong legs splayed outward, kicking the sheets off her. Prying and sucking at her fingers greedily, her pussy refused to release her hand. Slick juices overflowed from her vagina, soaking the fur coating her delving fingers. Increasingly wet, her underwear clung tightly to her body.

She wasn't cold anymore. Rolling onto her chest she thrust her rear into the air. Knees digging into the mattress she spread her legs apart. Biting the pillow she tried to muffle an escalating series of pleasured squeaks. Rocking back and forth, she used her weight to draw her fingers into and out of her pussy. It wasn't enough, she still felt empty. Her other hand joined the first, more fingers pressed into herself, prying her entrance further and further open, delving deeper and deeper until they could sink no further. The writhing pendulous motion of her body caused her breasts to pour out of the confines of her already maxed-out sleeping shirt. Her hands were far too preoccupied to adjust her top.

Dragging along the sheets, her bare pulsing nipples made her moan. They were twisting larger and tighter atop her breasts which were undergoing their own growth spurt. It hardly mattered to her sleep-addled mind, they felt so sensitive, so good. Wetness began to gather atop the jutting, pulsing nubs pressing into the mattress. In her current state, she couldn't fully understand why the expanse of her breasts felt so swollen and full. The weight of her body pressing down on them only made them feel heavier. Biting her lip to muffle herself only inflamed the heat between her legs. Her ass cheeks swelling, her whole body bucked and thrashed on the bed, the growth ripping through her frame. The ripples of pleasure were overwhelming in her half-conscious state. The desire wracked her body. She couldn't stop. The drumbeat of her heart reverberated in her ears. Sloppy wet sucking noises emanated from between her legs. Her body was moving, tensing...building...

Dulled light filled her body. Head craning skyward, mouth gaping, her ravenous pussy clamped down hard on her fingers. The wetness around her areola began pooling and spreading outward, the bunched-up shirt gripping the light-speckled fur of her massive breasts. Pussy widening, pushing against her organs her hand sunk deeper into her.

"Nuuahhh!!!!" Unable to suppress a long reverberating moan she came. Hot liquid streamed down her inner thighs. Shudders of something nearing ecstasy coursed through her every nerve. The ache deep between her legs and in the pit of her stomach felt barely sated. Collapsing onto the pillow, still breathing hard, she couldn't keep her heavy-lidded eyes open. She didn't want to. Her right paw still buried deep inside the slick oven between her legs she began to slowly work towards another release. The primal parts of her mind feared the emptiness that would come if she extricated it.

The fatigue of the day finally caught up with her all at once even as she clumsily pressed a finger against her pronounced clit. She was only partially aware that her massive breasts leaking nipples had escaped the underside of the soft rolled-up shirt that gripped her buxom torso. Eyes fluttering before relaxing over her tired eyes she passed into unconsciousness for what she hoped was the final time that night.

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Charlotte woke abruptly. The sharp sound of the alarm filling the room hurt her sensitive ears. Slapping clumsily at the nightstand searching for the clock she groaned. Shafts of harsh light streamed through the small windows of her cabin. Managing to mash every button on the small mechanical clock she got it to stop. Groaning at the interruption of her much-needed sleep she sat up, lazily rubbing her bleary eyes.

Soreness permeated every muscle in her body. The night before was a haze. Her fur was matted and wet. Groaning, she sleepily pulled the sheets up to see that her crotch was soaked through, the rise of her entrance more pronounced than normal between her legs.

"Ughhh...what happened..what was I doing?" She moaned while plucking at the nightshirt that had bunched up uncomfortably atop her unrestricted jiggling melons. Her contemplation was interrupted by a sudden knocking sound. Startled, she jumped up in bed, the wet sheets falling from her nakedness. It took her a moment to remember where she was. That somebody was at the door filled her with a deep dread and strange excitement.

"That you Miss Taylor? I'm supposed to get you started today," Charlotte's long ears perked up trying to place the voice. It was male, but it wasn't Chase, that she knew. The man on the other side of the door hardly had an accent at all. Charlotte considered playing dead, locking the door, and just hiding under the covers until her time at the ranch was up. Although the thought of hiding in the soaked sheets made her shudder.

"I brought you breakfast too, I didn't know what you like so I got all the greens and such," the voice said with patient empathy. The ringing of a porcelain plate being set down near the door hurt her still waking head. She knew bait when she heard it.

The taut expanse of her stomach gurgled noisily. Wanting to tell the voice off and go back to sleep was at odds with her not having eaten in over a day. The smell of vegetables wafting through the cracks in the door was near-intoxicating at this point. She cursed herself, the trap was working.

"Miss Taylor?" The voice inquired again.

"I hear you. J-Just give me a minute," she grumbled. Her voice was uncommonly coarse like it was being siphoned through a barrel of rocks. Swiveling out of bed she put her feet on the cold, rough wood floor.

With a zombie-like finesse, she began pulling out an assortment of dry clothes from her bag. Everything felt tight. Dabbing and wiping her fur with a small towel she did her best to dry off. Grazing her privates with the plush fabric made her shudder with a sensitivity that made her toes curl. Getting control of herself she proceeded to get dressed.

Trying to secure the front clasp of her biggest bra she couldn't quite get the buckle to connect, quickly realizing there was no way it was going to fit. Letting go of the bra the straining cups released her breasts to bounce on her chest. Hefting her immense boobs in her hands, they were unusually heavy, even compared to the day before. This was new. Taking a closer look at them she noticed that they did seem larger, it wasn't just the angle or the light. Her prominent nipples were further away from her face. There were already so large, but now they were massive.

Looking at her bag, she knew her other bras were smaller than this one, if she couldn't fit into her biggest there was no hope for those. Maneuvering the bra back over her breasts she grunted, with a deep breath sucking in her chest as best she could. The bra latched, but only barely, her breasts were overflowing everywhere, the tightness on her chest making breathing impossible. Pawing at the bra with urgency, her lungs compressing under the weight of her boobs she managed to release herself.

It was only then she remembered the neatly organized pile of clothes left for her by Darcie the night before. There was no way she could have gotten her size right, was there? Her own clothes weren't even the right size anymore.

Unfolding the pile of ranch-provided clothes she found an enormous buttoned shirt like the one Darcie wore the night before, but with a blue lattice pattern. Putting the shirt aside she found a bra that looked more like a g-string bikini with tiny triangular cups, but the straps were so long there was a chance it could actually fit. There were a pair of enormously wide pink but high-quality panties, bringing them up to her hips there were somehow appropriately sized. And finally a yellow skirt, so short it seemed like a mistake, its hem more than a little revealing. She set everything aside, sure that some of her normal, comfortable, frumpy clothes hidden somewhere in the depths of her bag might fit. Emptying her bag she could find nothing but a t-shirt or two that fit anymore. How was she supposed to know her spurt would happen at the ranch after two weeks of nothing?! Glancing at the attire Darcie had laid out for her she bit her lip.

"Arrghh damn it!" She wanted to scream in frustration at herself, she was going do it wasn't she? She didn't even know who she was anymore. None of this was like her, showing fur was the last thing she would do.

Getting her nipples into small triangular cups of the bra was difficult as her voluminous breasts fought her the entire way. After several attempts to tie the shirt over her voluminous breasts, it provided some much-needed additional support. It was how she had seen western girls on TV wear it, only without so much cleavage. While fiddling with the shirt she heard an impatient wrap on her door again.

"Just- uhhhh one minute, still getting dressed," she squeaked. Adjusting her top the large shirt didn't wrap enough of her breasts to prevent their undersides from being exposed to the air or any passerby. Huffing she knew it couldn't be helped, maybe if she had some more time to re-tie it, but she didn't. The metal buttons of the shirt were already straining, the outline of her breasts etched into the taut fabric.

She considered keeping on her sleep panties but thought better of it. Slipping on the provided underwear and skirt was surprisingly easy compared to her chest. The skirt's tail hole was a bit generic, rising a bit higher in the back than she would have ever chosen for herself. Despite their size the panties threatened to sink between her rear cheeks, the crotch cradling the rise of her mons with a determination that felt like it may enter her at any moment. Once the panties were on she realized that the waist delved sharply downward near the middle, revealing a large portion of her soft pubic fur above the elastic. Even though she couldn't see herself without bending down, the room was strangely mirrorless, she was sure she had a massive camel toe between her legs. The yellow skirt was short enough that it sat halfway up her newly rounded rear cheeks and just a few inches short of revealing her crotch to the world. Pulling it down to cover more of herself only revealed more of her hips. She had to admit that she did like the color against her dark brown fur. For all its faults it fit and would have to do. She tried not to think about how she must look. It helped if she imagined wearing a swimsuit rather than something she would wear at the office.

The rest of her fur was a mess of stray hairs but she was too tired and too distracted to do anything about it. Running her hands through her frayed whiskers, straining them, she took a deep breath. Hesitantly opening the newly latch-less door she saw a foil-covered plate of food sitting atop the porch railing.

"Oh! Good morning! I'm Nate!" A young horse, sporting splatters of white and black-colored fur looked up at her cheerfully mid-stride. He had been pacing in front of her room. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that looked like it had fallen down a ravine, trampled, and put back into service more than once.

She froze. Nate was a horse. Of course, he was a horse. Flashbacks of Chase's tool filled her mind. Her heart started beating fast in her chest. Nate's own pants were obscenely bulging in the same area as Chase's. She inched back into the room. Her body was already reacting to the horse's presence, images of her legs splayed into the air with the horse burying himself inside of her whipped through her mind. The ache from the night before asserted itself in her gut.

"No! No, tell- tell Darcie to send someone else!" She shouted at a volume that surprised even her. The images of her being pounded by the horse were replaced with Chase's huge balls and swinging, leaking dick. Closing her eyes and rubbing her temples she tried to clear her thoughts.

"Sorry miss, but there isn't anybody else, everybody else left for their activities already. We have to get going too," the horse explained. His eyes traveled the length of her, taking her in, stopping momentarily before looking back at her with a smile. Despite herself, she was strangely thrilled at him seeing her so barely clothed.

"Don't make me lasso you," Nate laughed as he hopped up the stairs and pushed the door open against Charlotte's best effort to re-close it.

"Heard you missed dinner last night so I brought you stuff you might like. Fit for a queen, or in this case a very, very late rabbit," Nate smirked as he picked up the surprisingly heavy foil-covered plate of food and handed it to her.

"I'm not a rabbit I'm a hare- oh forget it," she muttered before ripping open the foil and shoveling the food into her mouth. She had been hydrating heavily but the water was no replacement for solid food. Practically cleaning her plate, her stomach's unheeded tantrums ended.

"Hmmm....we have a stop before we set out to ride," Nate said, glancing at her chest and then back up at her, beckoning her to follow. Feeling uncomfortable and out of place in her borrowed clothes she pulled at the hem of her skirt and followed him, setting the plate down on the railing. The lack of coverage of the panties felt like it was getting worse the more she moved.

"Should I get some shoes?" She asked realizing she hadn't put anything on to protect her long feet from the hot dirt and sand that adorned the ranches' grounds.

"Naw you'll be ok, we'll be back before too long for sure," Nate assured her, his long black tail swishing behind him as he walked. It was almost mesmerizing. She stayed behind him, unsure what she would even talk about with the horse if she caught up.

"You ever been expressed before?" Nate asked, his head turning back to her as they walked.

"Expressed?" Charlotte had never heard the word before.

"Oh with breasts that big I thought you would have. It's- you know, getting milked," Nate answered. Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh, you haven't? It's quite a feeling...I've been told anyway," the horse smiled with his flat wide teeth.

"Milked?" She repeated. "W- what do you mean?" she asked running to catch up with him. "I-They just got big yesterday," she blurted out, not sure why she admitted that to the horse.

"Oh really? Wow, ma'am! That's-That's quite something." The horse seemed flustered, his confident facade cracking for a moment. Head turning to eye her bouncing breasts inquisitively the horse was forced to turn back around to avoid tripping over a series of roots with his hooves. "Well, I'm glad you went with the ranch clothes, they suit you." The horse paused, collecting himself. "Makes it a lot easier to get into the activities," he smiled a bit sadly at her. A million thoughts streamed through her head, she didn't know why she continued to follow him. Something about his mannerisms and even his reaction to hearing about her changes put her at ease.

"Here we are!" Nate said as they rounded a corner into a large area overhung by an extension of the roof of the barn. She was so caught up in trying to process what Nate had told her about their destination that she didn't notice the smell or sounds until they were in the building.

Charlotte was greeted with a sight she had never seen before in all of her twenty-four years of life.

There were at least eight women of all sizes and species leaning on a long wooden bench over pails. Their breasts of many sizes and shapes dangling, dripping like a farm animal's would have in the pre-industrial age. Some were actively tugging at their breasts, eliciting long wet streams of white milk from their nipples into the tin pails. A few had attendants tending to them, massing their bare backs or...by the looks of the undulations of the large cow's body at the end of the row, having sex with them. All of them were moaning, bleating, or mooing, adding to a cacophony of pleasured sounds coming from the area.

Charlotte stood there dumbfounded at the scene before her. Some of the women lazily glanced up at her and then back to their milking with unfocused eyes. Clothes were hung neatly on the barn's wall, the women being milked were entirely naked save for a pair of shoes over their paws or hoofs.

"Welcome to the milking stalls, I know it can be a lot at first," Nate comforted her, striding into the area under the overhang like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"We'll just do a short session today, just want to give you a feel for it. You have been feeling the pressure right? It's kinda like fullness or like having to pee really bad, but from your breasts," Nate said, taking her dumbstruck hand and leading her to an empty station near a large skunk woman whose large white-furred teats filled her hands. Tugging on her engorged nipples the skunk let out an orgasmic moan, her body squirming, the white fur of her back arching in ecstasy. Only a few drops of milk coalesced around her kneading fingers, barely a drop made its way into the bucket but she didn't seem to mind.

"Wha-wait...WAIT!!!" Charlotte exclaimed, finding her voice through the pure shock of it all. Her eyes were tearing up. She wasn't an animal for milk stock, she was a person. It didn't matter if her breasts were as big as a house this wasn't what she had imagined would start her day...ever.

"Please, just explain to me what is...what is this?!" Charlotte demanded to know, not believing her eyes she needed to hear it again to help her process it.

"I know what it must look like, but trust me, it feels really, really good. And if your milk comes in before you leave it can be a lot of fun in bed," Nate explained calmly, his hands held up in submission. "Darcie told me you are off your pills for the first time? I know it's been a lot of changes really fast but this is just a natural thing." The horse cleared his throat, eyeing her breasts, which were only dwarfed in size by the cow's truly enormous pair. "Spurters tend to have milk, your body is gearing for pregnancy and can- you know, it can make you really uncomfortable if you leave it unattended," he added. It didn't seem like he was used to having to explain the workings of the spurt.

"I don't know about this," Charlotte looked around fearfully at all the tubes and straps. Nate was right despite all her misgivings. There was an uncomfortable heaviness and tightness in her chest that was getting worse since waking up.

"Here I'll stay with you the whole time, I know we just met this morning so you don't have any reason to trust me yet," Nate assured her, placing his hand on her shoulder. Despite her deep misgivings she did trust him, unsure what it was about him that engendered such belief, maybe it was his sincere eyes. The women seemed to be enjoying themselves, even if they looked like farm animals. There really was something in the air here. This was crazier than even last night.

"If you could undo your shirt I'll get you all set up," Nate offered. Charlotte blushed under her fur. She felt like she was in an out-of-body experience again. Getting undressed in public, in front of so many other people. She really was going insane. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned the shirt and with some additional effort, undid her bra. Her breasts poured out of the garment with no hesitation, her nipples looked massive, and felt rock hard from the cold morning air and being exposed as they were. Her breasts bounced in front of her as if anxious for the opportunity that had presented itself.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you have some really beautiful breasts Charlotte," Nate said with sincere admiration. Signaling her to lie down on the bench the horse made himself busy preparing the station. She positioned herself hesitantly, her body was uncooperative and stiff. This was crazy. This was all crazy like she was in some sort of twisted dream.

Getting her breasts into position took some wrangling, they were unruly and kept flopping in a direction that caused her to lay on them or pinch them under her chest.

"All set?" The horse asked. Charlotte looked down the row of other women, her own breasts surpassing all but one of them in size. The weight of her breasts hanging off her chest seemed amplified by the position of the bench. Her heart was racing. She could feel Nate's eyes on her breasts which only made them sprout goosebumps under the fur. Already hard nipples transformed into throbbing diamonds in his gaze. Weakly nodding and letting out a small squeak she closed her eyes tightly.

"This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy," she muttered under her breath on repeat. Anxious energy filled her veins.

"I assume this is the first time you have tried something like this?" Nate asked. His face was so close to hers that her long whiskers touched his face, making her jump in surprise. "I'll take that as a yes. Most first-timers could use some help. Do you want to try yourself or do you want me to...?" Smelling his hot breath her head was filled with peppermint and his male musk. For a moment she forgot that her breasts were hanging out for all to see in a milking stall in a pleasure ranch in the middle of nowhere.

"Charlotte?" Nate asked.

"You...you do it," she blurted out, brought back to the moment, her eyes still closed. An alien had taken over her body, there was no way this was her. An alien had laid eggs in her brain and was taking over control. The anticipation of him touching her was driving her crazy, every time she heard him move she expected his hands to touch her, but it kept not happening. Cracking her eyes open she saw that Nate placed a bucket under her hanging breasts.

"Just in case," the horse winked. Charlotte let out a forced laugh before grimacing and biting her lip, her eyes closing again, she couldn't watch. Nate's hands slowly gripped her exposed nipples. The rough texture of his fingers caressed their pink expanse.

"Ahhh!!" She squeaked, jumping on the table at the touch. Shocks of the sensation arced through her body, bolting her eyes open. Legs kicking behind her she almost fell off the table. For the second time in as many days, a stranger was making contact with her most private places.

"Woah there! We'll take it easy, don't worry," Nate comforted her, stopping her from rolling off the station with a strong hand. "If it helps you can hold onto the bench, just, put your hands here and here," Nate released her breasts and guided her paws to two well-worn handholds chiseled out of the smooth board. His hands moved back to her breasts, resuming their work.

"Mmmphhh!!!" She moaned, biting her lower lip even harder. She had gone from never paying that much attention to her breasts to being "milked".

"We'll take it slow," Nate cooed as he resumed caressing her nipples. Every touch was growing more and more pleasurable. At first, it was just the raw sensation of another person touching her that was exciting, but soon there was actual pleasure coursing from the oversized nubs. Excitement turned to electricity when Nate began to tug on her nipples, pulling her flesh towards the empty pail below. Her paws tensed and gripped the board hard enough that her small claws released curls of gouged wood onto the ground below her.

Legs kicking behind her in the air at every tug. Growing wetness began to leak between her thighs. The tight underwear and the moans of her skunk neighbor weren't helping matters. Trying to put out of her mind how exposed her rear was her nose was saturated with her own musk and the wetness of all the women in the milking shed. The smell of sex and fur saturated the air with their distinct fragrances. Soon she was adding her own squeaks and moans to the cacophony. Nate's hands knew exactly how to handle her teats. She had never felt them so hard or big as they were in Nate's deft grip.

With a gentle tug, a wet drop fell from her right breast into the bucket below, hitting the tin with a wet splat. Before she could gasp in surprise Nate was pulling down on her left breast which issued several more white drops into the pail. The thought of fluid pressing through her breast's ducting sent a shiver down her exposed back.

"Wow, that's...quick," Nate said with a startled surprise, stopping his kneading, and looking into the bucket. She looked up at him with a face on fire, she was simultaneously horrified and turned on. Something inside of her breasts was desperate to get out.

"What's, is that- hnnghh...what's happening to me? They're so-" Small tears fell from her eyes in embarrassed pleasure. A dam was breaking inside of her.

"Have your breasts been, you know...leaking lately?" Nate asked, gently kneading her areola in his hands. Charlotte bit her lip, never having been so embarrassed. The half-remembered dream of the night before and how she woke up. Not wanting to believe it, but there was no other explanation. Weakly nodding, her eyes now focused on the drops in the pail.

"Hmm ok, let's keep going, don't expect anything though," he grunted, shifting his seating position on the stool.

Nate began pulling and milking her nipples again, applying more pressure on her firm suddenly sensitive nubs. Soon there was a regular trickle of fluid into the bucket with every tug.

"Uhhnnn...ahhnnhh!!!" Long ugly rapturous moans escaped her mouth. A haze of pleasure began to roll over her mind. Everything was getting fuzzy, her heart beating in her ears became muffled. A deep horniness flared in the pit of her stomach. The pulsing in her loins and nipples was too much to bear.

Before long the white fluid leaking into the bucket was beginning to thicken, coating the horse's fingers. Her cheeks burned. The wetness between her legs grew worse. Jutting from her breasts her nipples were the epicenters of pleasure like never before. Soon she wanted Nate to grip her tighter, milk her more and faster. Her thick nubs pulsed with awakened sensitivity after each downward pull.

"Milk...een before...ok?" Nate's words faded in and out of her clouded mind. The feeling of the liquid escaping her huge tender breasts was indescribable. She could smell her sweet mixture in her nose, distinct from all the other milks being produced nearby. Looking down at her puffy areola she could only barely perceive that more and more milk was flowing from her dangling breasts before her eyes rolled out of focus in her head.

The longer the session went on the more in a haze she felt. Everything was hot and tingling. Milk freely leaked from her tits now, spraying in small gales from her breasts with every touch of the horse's hands. She had built up to the edge of an unintended orgasm. She didn't try to stop it. The old her would have tried to pull herself back from it. This her wanted to go over that edge.

"I..I...Nate I'm...huuahhh!!!" she moaned urgently, hands releasing the grips on the board, reaching for her teats with wild abandon but her paws found Nate's hands still holding her breasts. Urging him wordlessly to squeeze her throbbing nipples the horse nickered, complying. She could only choke out a gurgling moan, the muscles in her neck tensing. Wetness sprayed into the crotch of her skirt and dripped down her thighs. Kicking behind her wildly her legs struggled to find something to push against. Toes curling atop her long feet, her nipples issued twin sprays of white milk into the air, overshooting the bucket.

"Huhhh...Nnnahh!! Nyyaa!!!" She moaned, spittle flying from between her locked teeth, eyes rolling in her head. The feeling of his strong hands gripping her nipples elongated the eruption, her body shook and her back convulsed. Nothing had ever felt like the orgasm that ripped through her. It was like she was cumming through her breasts and pussy at the same time. Nate released her breasts, allowing her to directly grip and stabilize her immense jiggling tits. Holding onto her breasts was all she could to navigate the storm of pleasure whose swells were still crashing into her. The very act of holding her breasts only made the climax run on seemingly endlessly. Feeling wetness everywhere, tail fluttering atop her tensing rear cheeks she lost control. Another spray of orgasmic fluids soaked the panties and skirt further. Her fur matted to her skin with her own slick hot liquid.

Gasping for air she came down off the heights of her orgasm, her breasts outpouring reduced to a trickle, dripping into a few inches of white fluid in the pail. Her whole body felt warm, blissful. It was a feeling she never wanted to end. Dangling breasts swayed in front of her half-lidded eyes, their weight causing them to gently push against each other with every movement. She should have been embarrassed to cum in front of so many strangers but was in too much euphoria to care.

Nate's strong arms were soon helping her sit up. Her head rolled loosely on her shoulders, limp ears falling across her shoulders. Catching a brief glance at the skunk next to her she could see that she had a paw buried beneath her body. Wet squelching sounds of the neighboring skunk's fingers penetrating herself filling her ears. The skunk's free paw extracted a small stream of milk from her modest breast into the empty waiting pail. Charlotte whimpered, the heat in the pit of her stomach felt worse the longer she paid attention to her neighbor. She was out of sorts, her pussy still throbbing in her soaked panties.

"You're ok, just breathe," Nate cooed, his large nostrils snorting a wave of warm air onto her face. His hand stroked gently through the fur on her head. Charlotte couldn't help but lean in, her foot compulsively tapping the ground below her at the sensation.

"I can't- I can't believe I just did that," Charlotte moaned, the weight of her breasts pressed on her arms. They still felt so large and full. If Nate had taken her right there and then she would have been ok with it. Her newly unleashed hormones were remaking her, filling her with desire.

"I probably shouldn't say this so...early in the session, but that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen," Nate nickered shifting his stance and adjusting himself.

Even in her overheated flustered state Charlotte make out what looked like an uncut log of salami travelling from Nate's crotch across his hip and partway down his pant leg. A wet spot dotted the domed end of the protrusion tightly pressed against his thigh.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up before we ride," Nate grunted, quickly changing the subject, his log pulsing visibly under the fabric.

The walk back to her room was a blur, the tightness of the low-riding panties was only exacerbated by the immense wetness. Twin wet spots formed on the shirt she hastily re-buttoned over her breasts, her immensely deep cleavage more exposed than her careful re-tying.

Approaching a shed that was an outdoor linen closet near the rooms Nate produced a fresh set of clothes same as Darcie had given her. She couldn't fully process what had happened. The ache, the heat felt ever-present now, and her cheeks seemed to be permanently flushed. The changes had taken hold of her.

After peeling off the wet panties and skirt, doing her best to dry her still-wet nipples, and drinking what felt like a gallon of ranch-provided sports drinks in her room she emerged back into the hot midday sun. The short skirt still felt odd, but more familiar now and was blissfully dry. She had managed to tie the shirt a bit better this time but wasn't ready to go braless. The sensitivity in her still-engorged nipples made her wince with every movement. Milk was still leaking, although slowly, from the thick nubs.

Nate was waiting for her outside. Unhooking a pair of elk from a post nearby he walked up to the steps of her room.

"Oh don't you clean up nice! You are going to be riding Victory here, he is a fine one, a bit headstrong, but I think you two will get along just fine," Nate said, handing her the reins to a thousand-pound beast. Charlotte was frozen in place. Her jaw hung open in disbelief. She had heard right, but with everything else going on she didn't actually process it.

"And I'm on good ole reliable Goose. Goose meet Charlotte," Nate rubbed the beast's muzzle affectionately. The beast tilted its head and large antlers into the horse's scratches.

"Wha- I can't...what am I supposed to do with this?" Charlotte sputtered clutching the reins. Victory was already tugged her off of the steps, the creature's disinterest in her prompting him to turn away from the cabin.

"Hold on, hold on, it's not that hard," Nate led Goose over to the steps to assist her. He held the stirrup on Victory in place and beckoned her to put her foot through. Nate's sharp eyes twinkled expectantly. Sighing in defeat she slotted her long foot into the stirrup and with a herculean heave hoisted herself up onto the saddle, giving the horse a good look at her privates in the process.

Feeling uniquely accomplished she marveled at the height Victory afforded her. She could see the rooflines of the small cabins and out into the prairie beyond. The euphoria lasted for about a second before the elk moved under her. Charlotte felt herself begin slipping down the left side of the saddle before madly grasping at the elk's antlers for balance.

"Ha! That's ok you'll get the hang of it. We better get going, we are burning daylight," Nate's tone got a bit more serious. He effortlessly mounted Goose with a practiced finesse that seemed impossible given his heavy athletic-looking frame.

"Just say 'yah' to go, 'whoah' to stop. Small kick the sides to go faster," Nate explained, circling her elk with his own.

"Wait, but I have never done this before, what if it doesn't go or I can't-"

"You'll do fine! Let's ride!" The horse cut her off. Rapping the reins lightly Nate guided Goose into a trot out of the large gathering area. Charlotte reeled, she had no idea what she was doing. This whole place felt insane.

"Yah?" She asked the elk inquisitively while weakly pulling the reins. She didn't want to hurt the beast. Seeing how the reins connected to the harness on the sides of the animal's head made her own face ache. The elk lurched forward and began to trot behind Nate's. Either the elk was well-trained or felt sorry for her, it didn't matter, either way, she was just glad to be moving.

Every heavy hoof impact into the soil caused the saddle to bounce below her. Her breasts began to bob, stressing the button-down shirt to its limit. With a series of pops, the top buttons freed themselves to somewhere in the dirt below, exposing a growing amount of her cleavage. It only made the jiggling of her breasts worse, breaking more and more buttons in the process. Her raw nipples ached from Nate's milking, the string-like bra wasn't helping at all, but somehow was staying in place.

Never in a million years did she think she would have to figure out a way to stabilize her breasts while riding an elk on a pleasure ranch. She desperately wanted to use an arm to hold them in place but was afraid to let go of the horn-like protrusion at the front of the saddle. It was all that was keeping her from falling off Victory. The jostling was starting to form wet spots on the shirt against her still-hard nipples.

Gritting her teeth she pressed onward, following the horse into the desert, the ranch disappearing slowly behind her.

"We have to get to that outcropping before nightfall," Nate pointed into the far distance at what looked like a shimmering mirage. Squinting her eyes she could barely make out what looked like a rock outcropping past the shimmering air.

"How far is it?!" She yelled over the sound of the Victory's hooves.

"Far! Come on, let's speed up," the horse announced without warning. Whipping the reins on his elk several times he left a cloud of dust behind him. The dust filled her vision and began to get into her eyes and throat. If she didn't catch up to him she was going to be taking a dust bath the entire ride.

Coughing violently, she knew had to get out of the cloud. Doing her best to replicate Nate's whipping movement she managed to convey to Victory that she wanted to go faster. The elk accelerated below her, taking her thankfully out of the plume. Victory was soon matching and even exceeding Goose's pace. Quickly she caught up with Nate, despite her elk galloping faster than felt safe.

"Whoah!" She screamed, almost passing Nate, her elk grunted in what seemed like a disappointment. Coming alongside the horse she realized Victory's speed had smoothed out some of the bumps. Her breasts too had thankfully settled into a gently undulating rhythm that she could live with, the shirt flapping in the wind, held on by a few stray buttons near the top of her belly and her narrow shoulders. Her long ears flapped behind her, unable to stay upright in the wind. The skirt whipped around her hips, allowing a fair bit of wind to whip against her entrance and hindquarters. She could only imagine what a sight she was, she must look like a woman from a nudie magazine cover.

Looking down at the elk's hooves beating the dirt and then up again at the horizon, feeling the hot air blow across her face, Charlotte couldn't believe what she was doing.

"This is amazing!" She couldn't help but let out a cheer. She was doing it! She was really doing it! She had no idea she wanted to do anything like this, but she had conquered it nonetheless. Looking over at the horse she caught him smiling at her before turning his head back towards their distant goal.

They rode for what seemed like hours. Unwilling to stay constrained despite her careful management her breasts broke free of the bra's constraints, the buoyant pillows bouncing freely between her arms. Boobs sticking out for anybody to see she thought of shouting for Nate to stop so she could fix her shirt but actually liked riding with the hot wind blowing across the delicate nerves of her large teats. Nate was too far ahead of her to notice.

The bumps and jostling were forcing out a steady trickle of milk across her areola anyway. She rather the wind take it than it soaking into her shirt again. If only her brothers and sisters could see her now, with two blimps leaking milk while riding a huge elk in a miniskirt. Or on second thought, that would be a terrible idea. The hormones were really messing with her mind. The continued roughness of the trail also had the effect that her plump rear cheeks began to hurt from the constant beating the uncomfortable leather saddle inflicted. Carefully she stood her body up on the stirrups to try to give herself a small butt break while giving her bouncing boobs some shock absorption. Without warning her legs splayed outwards.

"Whoahhhh!!!" She cried. Barely saving herself from toppling off of the beast she grasped the saddle with her paws and thighs for her very life. Instinctively she tried to lower her center of gravity by putting her head to the back of Victory's powerful neck.

"Hey! You ok?" Nate yelled looking back. Slowing his elk towards hers to try to assist.

"You can't stand on the stirrups unless you keep your legs tight and together. Tight and together," he repeated coming alongside her. She could hear genuine fear in his voice. "And...oh! Do you want to stop to wrangle your breasts?" The horse offered.

"I-I'm ok...if it's ok with you." She replied sheepishly, still hugging the elk's neck for support.

"Ok j-just keep riding normal for now," he stammered taken aback by her state of undress. She carefully, hesitantly raised herself off of Victory's neck. Nate had his eyes locked on her elk, visually checking her stirrups to her reins, his eyes gravitating to her breasts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she said quietly.

"It's ok, if you need a break just let me know," Nate said understandingly.

"If I can ask, are you- are you staring at my..." Her voice choked in her throat like she was a teenager. She was sure that on a pleasure ranch they had no end of big-breasted women coming through. Nate seemed almost as embarrassed by her huge breasts as she was.

"Oh! It's- I've never heard of anybody grow so quickly or so...big, and if you don't mind me saying you are a very sexy rabbit, Ms. Charlotte." Nate admitted.

"T-thank you I think. I just had to try, I was on the pills so long and..." She trailed off. "I'm a hare by the way."

"I thought you might be a hare! I apologize, I always get the two confused and rabbits are more common so it's safer to assume. I shoulda asked." Nate said apologetically, his elk so close to hers that she could smell his distinct and increasingly familiar musk.

"It's ok, it's the ears, we usually have really big ears is a good way to tell." Charlotte twitched her wind-swept ears for emphasis.

"Not the only thing big apparently," Nate chided her, nodding his long face toward her boobs. For the first time since arriving at the ranch, Charlotte let out a light chuckle.

"That was so bad," she said, smiling at the horse. Despite her breasts flopping around and her miniskirt she didn't feel naked around Nate. She felt safe around him.

"Hah, I'm chock full of dad jokes," Nate answered.

After what seemed like hours of the sun beating down on her scorched fur and several Nate-imposed butt breaks, which gave her a chance to re-situate her breasts in the skimpy bra and shirt they arrived at the outcropping. The sun, her new sworn enemy, chose that moment to begin to nest behind the far mountains. The harsh light turned a beautiful golden hue, painting the few wispy clouds in the sky with shocks of red and orange.

"Whoa, whoa there Goose," Nate slowed the exhausted elk. The outcropping featured a scooped-out hollow in the towers of rocks. The tired elk below her trotted slowly into camp before stopping. Charlotte didn't have to even utter a command, her elk knew what to do. She was comforted that at least one of them had it all figured out.

Nate gracefully dismounted and tied Goose to an old rotted fence post that jutted out of the dirt nearby. Charlotte tried to mimic his movements but every time she tried to get off her legs felt like jelly. Fearing the long fall to the ground or getting her foot caught in the stirrup she towards the horse.

"Hey! Hey Nate," she waved her arms to signal his attention.

"I- I could use some help getting off," she confessed.

Nate trotted over and stabilized her elk. He nodded at her to indicate it was safe to dismount. Pushing herself off the saddle was no easy feat. Her long foot had gotten caught in the stirrup. Before she knew what was happening she was falling.

With a lightning-quick movement, the horse was under her, supporting her body and disentangling her foot from the twisted stirrup in one smooth motion. Bringing her down from the elk caused her barely covered breasts to push heavily into Nate's wide-muscled chest. The adrenaline from the almost-fall filled her veins. Her chest had never pushed against a male before. Darcie's chest's pressure on hers flashed in her mind making her shudder, milk spurting enough that she could feel it from her nipples.

Nate put her down, feet touching the welcome hard-packed ground her eyes were locked onto his. Staring back at her through shining blue-green eyes was a strange mix of hesitation and compassion. She couldn't look away. Feeling her heart beating faster in her chest, the now-familiar wetness began returning between her legs. His strong arms still held her but gently enough that she knew she could break the embrace at any time if she so chose.

They stayed like that for an impossibly long moment. They were so close Charlotte could taste his distinct equine flavor on her tongue and nose.

"I uhh...I should get the fire going, it's going to be beautiful out tonight," Nate said, releasing her. Two damp spots dotted his shirt where it had pressed against her body. He quickly went to work unpacking a small bundle of kindling strapped above Goose's hindquarters. There was a fire pit already made with large sitting logs encircling it near the mountainside.

The sun began to wane fast, the sky turning increasingly dark. Nate handed her a water skin from which she drank deeply, not realizing how parched she was from riding. It was only then that the numbness in her rear and the fatigue in her legs fully set in.

"You must have really made an impression on Darcie and Chase," the horse mused as he tossed small sticks onto the small smokey blaze.

"Usually have to reserve this stuff months in advance, they got you bumped up," Nate trailed off, looking at the ground.

Charlotte sat down on the log across from Nate as she stared into the flickering of the freshly kindled fire.

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To Be Continued!