January 2

January 2 

"On the ninth day of Christmas my true love made herself.... a serpent lady dancing!" 

The next morning I woke up with Emily in my arms, face to face with the hot mass of her four breasts and udders squished between us. I stroked her chin and her bovine ears twitched in response. I kissed her gently and her eyes fluttered open. "Moo." She said sleepily. Her eyes widened and her hands clutched at her udder and breasts. "Moo!" She rolled into her back in obvious discomfort. And I could see why: during the night her breasts and udder had continued to produce milk leaving her massively engorged and swollen. "Moo" she whined. 

I went rooted around the apartment, eventually finding a large punch bowl that would probably work and a couch cushion. I returned upstairs to find Emily already in the position, feet planted on the floor, arms resting on a pile of pillows and blankets on the bed. I placed the punch bowl under Emily, kneeled on the cushion and began to milk her udder. Emily began to moo in response clearly relieved. I settled into the task, milking her udder for a bit before switching to her four breasts to get the pressure to a manageable level. Once she seemed less tense, I returned to her udder and continued milking it, confident now, using quick strong pulls. The tenor of Emily's moos began to change, becoming gradually louder and farstwr as she started to pant. She was clearly aroused. But this time I stuck with the task, intending to get a few gallons of milk out of her. I tugged again and suddenly, just from the stimulation of milking, Emily bellowed in orgasm and bucked. 

Well, now I had a new challenge. I kept milking faster and harder and Emily orgasmed again and again, and then again, mooing loudly each time. As the flow of milk from her udder slowed, I moved to her human breasts and milked them with the rigor and enthusiasm I had shown her udder and she mooed in orgasm again! She growl-mooed and turned on me, guiding my aching cock into her mouth, where she milked me nearly to orgasm with her oddly large tongue. And then she flopped onto her back and pulled me on top of her, on top of the fleshy, hot bag of her udder and soft mass of her breast, and guided me into her sopping, fiery cunt. I started thrusting, feeling the hot bag of her udder squish and flow under me and her breasts shake wildly. She mooed and grabbed her breasts teats, tugging them and sending milk dribbling all over her chest and stomach. I felt myself cresting, desperate to hold on, and she bucked below me, tail lashing my leg as she let out another screaming bellow and thrashed in orgasm. I came with a grunt of my own and collapsed on top of her. Panting, she stretched under me and mooed happily. 

Spent and satisfied, Emily drank down her next formula, gave me a happy kiss, and mooed goodbye as she tucked down to hibernate. I put together another gift basket of my cowgirl, should she need a mid-change power snack, and checked my email. There was one from Meredith: "Urgent: I found some things out. Come meet me for lunch, same place as last time, 1:30pm." I checked the clock, I could make it if I left right away. 

***

I actually managed to beat Meredith to the pub and so shot her a text and found us a seat. Meredith was only a few moments late, and arrived wearing a loose overcoat, a knee length loose skirt, and knee length winter boots. She greeted me and pulled off her gloves as she sat down across from me and started to unbutton her coat. As Meredith pulled it off I saw she was wearing a tight, clingy turtleneck that did nothing to disguise that she now had three, large breasts hanging on her chest. She smiled coyly at me. "So I found some things out about KSG industries." I must have been speechless, because she just kept smiling at me and gave her new assets a shake, showing they were braless and real. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air and peaked out. "What do you think?" 

"Holy shit!" I finally managed. "So you found KSG Industries?" 

"I did." She said smugly. "I'm pretty good at this reporter business." 

"And you're trying out their products?" 

"Well, I found out KSG Industries weren't anything nefarious and an opportunity presented itself..." Meredith gestured at her breasts. 

"So you are trying out having 3 breasts?" 

"Oh, this isn't a 'trial', these are permanent." 

"What!?" 

"And that's not all." Meredith glanced around the restaurant, making sure no one was in eye shot, and leaned back in her seat and pulled up her skirt. And revealed that instead of a vagina, she was sporting a large penis and testicles. She dropped her skirt, smiling and blushing. I was speechless again. Meredith leaned forward and quietly said "Yes, I permanently gave myself three breasts and a penis using KSG technologies. It's wild, but I like it. I thought after living all these years as a woman, it would be interesting to spice things up, and so... yeah. You okay?" 

I nodded. "It's just, wow." 

"I know!" 

"So how great is peeing standing up?" 

***

When I got home my mind was still reeling. It was a relief to find out that Emily hadn't found herself the test subject of an evil corporation, but Meredith's extreme transformation and the permanence of it were giving me pause. What if Emily did something drastic? What if she did something drastic AND permanent? Given her elan for risky behaviour, it had me worried. 

All of that flew out the window when I saw what Emily had done to herself this time. She was... not exactly standing in the middle of the room. Emily still had her beautiful face and head, but she was completely armless. Her chest and torso were covered in row after row of smallish breasts that continued to her waist, where she had her pussy in an oddly vertical looking position. From the waist down she was changed the most: instead of legs she had a long sinuous serpents tail, at least ten feet long, that was lined down the front with yet more rows and rows of breasts. 

Her face brightened when I came in the door. "Honey, you're home!" She uncoiled her long tail, and slithered over to me. "I'm Sssssso happy to Sssssee you!" She sample the air in front of my with a long, forked tongue. I reached out to give her a hug, imagining all of those breasts pressed against me. But as I stuck out my arms, she reared back, like a startled snake, and swung warily side-to-side. "Nah-uh! Not yet! You have to charm me!" 

"Charm you?" 

"With muSssssic!" Emily pointed with her head towards her ukulele, basically a toy I had gotten her for her birthday. 

"You're joking?" 

"Not at all!" She pouted, tongue peaking out. "Take off your clotheSsss, and charm with muSsssic!" 

I stripped naked and picked up the instrument and plunked out a couple notes. "Any requests?" 

Emily nodded sagely. "ChiSssstmaSsss SssssongSsss!" 

I furrowed my brow, I knew the basics of playing the ukulele, but was far from a master. Chewing my lip, I started to plunk out what I hoped was a passable imitation of 'let it snow'. I must have been doing okay, because Emily began to glide across the room on her tail and sway to the music, which given her many breasts was quite a sight. Which I was finding hard to enjoy, since I couldn't watch her dance and play the little guitar at the same time. "Emily, this is fun and all, but wouldn't you rather be a 'serpent lady dancing' to something with a better beat?" 

"I GueSSssss. 'Let it Ssssnow iSsss a bit hard to Ssssing along to right now." She scrunched her face up, and slithered around the room. "You know, I think I have Ssssome drumSsss in the halfway cloSssset..." She pointed with the tip of her tail. I dug through the closet and came up with a set of bongo drums. They were clearly cheap and, after a few exploratory taps, quite shitty, but I figured they would do. I sat with them in the middle of the room and began tapping out a simple beat I could manage. Emily began to slither in a wide circle around the room, swaying and twisting her torso to the rhythm. I began to pick up the tempo, tapping out faster, more challenging patterns on the bongos, and Emily circled in a little tighter circle, shaking and swaying faster, her breast flesh now rippling with the music. I drummed even quicker, and Emily circled in more, undulating and shaking wildly, her dozens of breasts flopping wildly. I pounded the drums as quickly as I could and suddenly Emily was on me, coiling around my body, and lifting me to my feet. Soon I was standing, but completely bound in the coils of Emily's tail, tens of breasts squashed against me, erect nipples dragging on my skin. She leaned in her upper torso, and brought her face in close to mine. "ConSssider me charmed," she whispered, her tongue flicking out and tickling my nose for a second. 

And then she lunged in for a kiss, slipping that same tongue inside my mouth. I felt her coils tighten and shift as Emily rearranged herself on my bound body, my erect penis bouncing free from where it had been trapped against some of her breasts. I watched, helplessly constricted as she bent her torso up and over, so that she hung upside down, mouth poised before my erection. She grinned up at me, and then unhinging her jaw slightly, she took my cock, all the way to my pelvis easily into her mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking, and licking my length with her agile new tongue. I groaned and mashed my pelvis as much as I could against her lips. She continued sucking my cock until she felt me start to tense for orgasm, and then laughing, she released my cock from her mouth. I felt her body around me shift, and ripple, breasts dragging and squishing against me as Emily again repositioned herself: this time face-to-face and torso-to-torso. She leaned in, again locking me in a kiss, and then she brought her torso forward and down, driving my cock into her vagina. She hissed in pleasure and bit my lip. She began to tighten and flex her tail, thrusting her body against mine, and pushing my aching cock in and out of her. She began to thrust faster, tightening her grip, and rubbing her breast covered torso against me. She bit me on the neck, once, and then again and then harder, sucking at the tender flesh. I groaned and tried to thrust with her, feeling myself spill over the edge and come and then she was biting my neck even harder, her whole body tensing and winding and crushing me helpless as she came as well. 

And then I didn't notice anything for a few moments. Slowly I regained consciousness, and saw a very concerned looking Emily stare down at me, still armless and many breasted. "Are you okay?" 

"Did I faint?" 

"I think Sssso... I might have, uh, Ssssqueezed you a little too hard there at the end... are you really okay?" 

"I have a better question." 

"Okay...?" 

"Is it too soon to go again?"

***

The Next Day