From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Galaxy was getting tired of waiting.
She was nervous enough about being at The Zone. Not that Galaxy was going to be intimidated by a bar. But she’d heard enough stories about the Edge bars in The Zone to know she needed to at least be cautious. So she knew enough to at least go with a friend.
But Galaxy’s friend had just texted letting Galaxy know that she had run into a delay and was going to be at least another hour. So Galaxy was gong to be alone for at least an hour.
At least the club ambiance was fun. The bar was called ‘The Looking Glass’ and it presented with an Alice in Wonderland motif. The waitresses wore tight Alice dresses- light blue, with puffy see-thru shoulders, low-cut square neckline, trimmed tight at the waist and flaring out, with the lacy hem reaching halfway down their thighs. A white apron with a black outline was woven into the front of the dress and a teapot was embroidered near the hemline, off to the side. Black gloves and black high heels completed the uniform.
A large plastic mushroom took up space in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by fake grass. Several hoses protruded from the mushroom, which served as a community hookah. Several of the lines were in use and the air hazy with sweet-smelling smoke.
Galaxy’s eyes were heavy and her head was swimming slightly from the scented mist. Granted, it smelled quite good, but it got to one after a time.
A man stepped up to the bar next to her. He wore a ridiculous Mad Hatter hat, but he was otherwise quite good-looking.
“Hello again, Galaxy,” he said. He spoke distinctly, although his words seem to have a strange cadence. “Seven.”
Galaxy’s eyebrows raised. “I beg your pardon?” she said. “How do you know my name?”
The man said, “You told me your name, of course. That’s how I know. Six.”
Galaxy shook her head. “I don’t recall us meeting before.”
The man took out a flask. He poured a shot into a shot glass and put the glass in front of Galaxy. “I’d be surprised if you remembered me. After all, I told you not to. Drink this. Five.”
Galaxy picked up the shot glass and drank the contents in one motion, then set down the glass. “Told me not to remember? What the hell are you talking about? And why do you keep saying numbers every time you speak?”
The man took a drink from a teacup, then said, “Yes, I told you not to remember when I hypnotized you earlier tonight. When you said you couldn’t be hypnotized. Take off your top. Four.”
Galaxy blinked at the odd man’s words, shaking her head. An extremely strange man. She grabbed the bottom hem of her top and slipped it off, tossing it over the bar. She heard several patrons snicker, but she ignored them.
“You couldn’t have hypnotized me,” said Galaxy. “I’m telling you, we’ve never met before.”
The man nodded. “I believe you,” he said. “Or at least I believe you believe that. To believe is a beautiful thing, is it not? Take off your bra. Three.”
Galaxy took off her bra and tossed it over the bar as well. Then her eyes suddenly widened as she squealed and crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“Wait a minute!” she said. “You really did…you really…we did meet earlier tonight! And you said…!”
The man smiled. “I said I was going to enjoy hypnotizing you whether you liked it or not. And do you remember what else I said?”
Eyes wide, Galaxy said, “Don’t you *dare*!”
The man’s smile widened. “Oh, Galaxy,” he said. “You’re far too pretty for me to consider letting you off the hook. Two.”
Galaxy opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes suddenly glazed and she found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man. For some reason she was undoing the zipper of the man’s pants, reaching inside and pulling out his cock.
Galaxy tried to think her way through it as her lips absently wrapped around the man’s dick, but her mind was a pleasant blank, unable to hold a thought. It probably wasn’t important anyway, mused Galaxy, as her warm, wet mouth slid back and forth over the man’s shaft.
“That’s right,” said man, glancing down at the top of Galaxy’s head as her hair bobbed back and forth over his dick. “I said that my countdown would result in your giving the best possible blowjob experience you are capable of delivering.”
Galaxy mouth continued stroking over the man’s cock, taking more and more of his shaft each time. His balls appeared to be becoming bigger, rounder, heavier.
The man took out the same flask he had used to pour Galaxy’s drink earlier. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swallow. Then he closed it and put it back in his pocket.
He began speaking again, although his voice was becoming slightly unsteady. “As for the delicious brew you and I have been consuming,” he said, “well, that’s a caterpillar of a different color. For myself, this delicious concoction will allow me the pleasure of an extended erection and, even more important, will greatly amplify the potency of my already mighty swimmers. As you are a quite lovely female, of course, my potion cannot have that effect on you. But given the proper catalyst, this superior serum will instead amplify your more feminine qualities.”
Galaxy’s tightly-wrapped lips continued working the man’s shaft, back-and-forth, the occasional slurp escaping from her suction cup efforts, her lips now reaching the base of his cock, her chin tucking between his heavy balls.
“What is the catalyst, you ask? What is this alleged spark that will make itself known through your most feminine presentation?” continued the man, his breath becoming more ragged. “My serum sits in your belly now, dormant, of no source of embarrassment to yourself, as by itself it is harmless. But when the catalyst is introduced, it explodes with power. But now, my pretty puppet, the catalyst and the serum shall become interwoven. One.”
As the man announced the number, Galaxy’s eyes suddenly cleared and she became aware that she was topless and on her knees with a man’s dick in her mouth in front of the entire bar. And worse, her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and she couldn’t pull her mouth off his cock no matter how loudly her brain screamed at her.
And then he began coming in her mouth. Galaxy’s throat worked as she felt his cock shooting load after sticky load into her throat, filling her belly. The sensation of his heavy semen filling her belly triggered her own release, and suddenly, eyes wide, Galaxy was helplessly coming, squealing around the man’s cock as he continued to pump cum down her throat.
The man ruffled Galaxy’s hair as her throat continued to work, even as she orgasmed. “You’re far too pretty for me to decorate your face with my semen,” said the man, “but it would have been better for you if I had done so. Because now my seed has mixed with the serum in your belly.”
The man pulled his cock out of Galaxy’s mouth finally. She remained on her knees, trying to catch her breath as the last of her orgasm faded.
And that was when she realized something was happening to her. To her chest, more specifically.
Galaxy had nothing to compare the sensations against, so it took her several seconds to fully grasp what was happening. By then it was obvious not only to Galaxy, but to every patron of the bar who was enjoying the show.
Galaxy’s breasts were swelling. Filling with milk, becoming round, heavy, sloshing.
And horribly, embarrassingly sensitive.
Every movement sent ripples through her chest, ripples that made her moan with pleasure, made her belly muscles jump and twitch. Distractingly hot.
And wet. She was impossibly wet. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Oh gawd. So wet.
And then, through the heat and need, Galaxy suddenly remembered something.
“No!” she said. “Don’t…don’t you…don’t you dare…!”
The man smiled. Then he said, “Zero.”
Galaxy’s mouth was open, trying to protest, to resist, anything. But at his words, Galaxy felt her limbs stiffen, felt her ability to move fade to nothing. Galaxy could only stare ahead, her chin wet with drool.
The man reached out and raised Galaxy’s arms so that her still-swelling breasts were prominently displayed. Then he leaned her forward far enough for his purposes, but not so much that her heavy, milk-filled breasts were out of sight. He lifted her skirt over her hips removed her panties. Then he positioned himself directly behind her.
“There is no way I’m letting a girl as pretty as you walk around without a souvenir from me, Galaxy,” said the man. She could feel the fat head of the man’s still-impossibly-hard cock pressing against her hot, wet channel. “And here comes that souvenir.”
Galaxy felt the man’s hands on her hips as he slid his thick cock inside her pussy. And then he was stroking that cock back-and-forth inside her and Galaxy could feel her heat building again.
He continued pounding the helplessly mannequinned Galaxy, his heavy balls slapping her clit again and again.
Then his cock grew harder, thicker, more powerful inside her and Galaxy suddenly realized there was no escaping the coming insemination.
And then the man came, even harder and more powerful than the first one minutes earlier. Galaxy’s eyes widened, but she was unable to even twitch a finger as she felt the man’s hot, potent seed filling her womb. She couldn’t move a muscle as she felt his heavy seed settle inside her, his powerful swimmers already overwhelming her defenseless waiting egg.
And then the final memories flooded over her. The rest of the earlier conversation with the man. When the man had stated he was going to give her a nine-month belly whether she liked it or not. And she had laughed in his face.
The man remained jammed fully inside Galaxy, making sure every final drop ended up inside the mannequinned woman. Then he slid his dick out of her, zipped up his pants and gave Galaxy a final casual pat on her rounded rear end.
“You’ll be able to move again soon,” he said. “I just want to leave you on display for a few more minutes. I did leave a few post-hypnotic orders in your head, of course, but I’ll let you discover those on your own. I’d suggest you wear skirts whenever you’re going out in public, though. Unless you wish to end up walking around in panties. Anyway, I’m off. It’s been a slice, dear heart. And be sure to stop in again, okay? Not that you’ll have a choice, of course.”
And then the man walked off, leaving the blushing, knocked up Galaxy a wet, motionless mess.
October 2019
Galaxy was getting tired of waiting.
She was nervous enough about being at The Zone. Not that Galaxy was going to be intimidated by a bar. But she’d heard enough stories about the Edge bars in The Zone to know she needed to at least be cautious. So she knew enough to at least go with a friend.
But Galaxy’s friend had just texted letting Galaxy know that she had run into a delay and was going to be at least another hour. So Galaxy was gong to be alone for at least an hour.
At least the club ambiance was fun. The bar was called ‘The Looking Glass’ and it presented with an Alice in Wonderland motif. The waitresses wore tight Alice dresses- light blue, with puffy see-thru shoulders, low-cut square neckline, trimmed tight at the waist and flaring out, with the lacy hem reaching halfway down their thighs. A white apron with a black outline was woven into the front of the dress and a teapot was embroidered near the hemline, off to the side. Black gloves and black high heels completed the uniform.
A large plastic mushroom took up space in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by fake grass. Several hoses protruded from the mushroom, which served as a community hookah. Several of the lines were in use and the air hazy with sweet-smelling smoke.
Galaxy’s eyes were heavy and her head was swimming slightly from the scented mist. Granted, it smelled quite good, but it got to one after a time.
A man stepped up to the bar next to her. He wore a ridiculous Mad Hatter hat, but he was otherwise quite good-looking.
“Hello again, Galaxy,” he said. He spoke distinctly, although his words seem to have a strange cadence. “Seven.”
Galaxy’s eyebrows raised. “I beg your pardon?” she said. “How do you know my name?”
The man said, “You told me your name, of course. That’s how I know. Six.”
Galaxy shook her head. “I don’t recall us meeting before.”
The man took out a flask. He poured a shot into a shot glass and put the glass in front of Galaxy. “I’d be surprised if you remembered me. After all, I told you not to. Drink this. Five.”
Galaxy picked up the shot glass and drank the contents in one motion, then set down the glass. “Told me not to remember? What the hell are you talking about? And why do you keep saying numbers every time you speak?”
The man took a drink from a teacup, then said, “Yes, I told you not to remember when I hypnotized you earlier tonight. When you said you couldn’t be hypnotized. Take off your top. Four.”
Galaxy blinked at the odd man’s words, shaking her head. An extremely strange man. She grabbed the bottom hem of her top and slipped it off, tossing it over the bar. She heard several patrons snicker, but she ignored them.
“You couldn’t have hypnotized me,” said Galaxy. “I’m telling you, we’ve never met before.”
The man nodded. “I believe you,” he said. “Or at least I believe you believe that. To believe is a beautiful thing, is it not? Take off your bra. Three.”
Galaxy took off her bra and tossed it over the bar as well. Then her eyes suddenly widened as she squealed and crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“Wait a minute!” she said. “You really did…you really…we did meet earlier tonight! And you said…!”
The man smiled. “I said I was going to enjoy hypnotizing you whether you liked it or not. And do you remember what else I said?”
Eyes wide, Galaxy said, “Don’t you *dare*!”
The man’s smile widened. “Oh, Galaxy,” he said. “You’re far too pretty for me to consider letting you off the hook. Two.”
Galaxy opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes suddenly glazed and she found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man. For some reason she was undoing the zipper of the man’s pants, reaching inside and pulling out his cock.
Galaxy tried to think her way through it as her lips absently wrapped around the man’s dick, but her mind was a pleasant blank, unable to hold a thought. It probably wasn’t important anyway, mused Galaxy, as her warm, wet mouth slid back and forth over the man’s shaft.
“That’s right,” said man, glancing down at the top of Galaxy’s head as her hair bobbed back and forth over his dick. “I said that my countdown would result in your giving the best possible blowjob experience you are capable of delivering.”
Galaxy mouth continued stroking over the man’s cock, taking more and more of his shaft each time. His balls appeared to be becoming bigger, rounder, heavier.
The man took out the same flask he had used to pour Galaxy’s drink earlier. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swallow. Then he closed it and put it back in his pocket.
He began speaking again, although his voice was becoming slightly unsteady. “As for the delicious brew you and I have been consuming,” he said, “well, that’s a caterpillar of a different color. For myself, this delicious concoction will allow me the pleasure of an extended erection and, even more important, will greatly amplify the potency of my already mighty swimmers. As you are a quite lovely female, of course, my potion cannot have that effect on you. But given the proper catalyst, this superior serum will instead amplify your more feminine qualities.”
Galaxy’s tightly-wrapped lips continued working the man’s shaft, back-and-forth, the occasional slurp escaping from her suction cup efforts, her lips now reaching the base of his cock, her chin tucking between his heavy balls.
“What is the catalyst, you ask? What is this alleged spark that will make itself known through your most feminine presentation?” continued the man, his breath becoming more ragged. “My serum sits in your belly now, dormant, of no source of embarrassment to yourself, as by itself it is harmless. But when the catalyst is introduced, it explodes with power. But now, my pretty puppet, the catalyst and the serum shall become interwoven. One.”
As the man announced the number, Galaxy’s eyes suddenly cleared and she became aware that she was topless and on her knees with a man’s dick in her mouth in front of the entire bar. And worse, her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock and she couldn’t pull her mouth off his cock no matter how loudly her brain screamed at her.
And then he began coming in her mouth. Galaxy’s throat worked as she felt his cock shooting load after sticky load into her throat, filling her belly. The sensation of his heavy semen filling her belly triggered her own release, and suddenly, eyes wide, Galaxy was helplessly coming, squealing around the man’s cock as he continued to pump cum down her throat.
The man ruffled Galaxy’s hair as her throat continued to work, even as she orgasmed. “You’re far too pretty for me to decorate your face with my semen,” said the man, “but it would have been better for you if I had done so. Because now my seed has mixed with the serum in your belly.”
The man pulled his cock out of Galaxy’s mouth finally. She remained on her knees, trying to catch her breath as the last of her orgasm faded.
And that was when she realized something was happening to her. To her chest, more specifically.
Galaxy had nothing to compare the sensations against, so it took her several seconds to fully grasp what was happening. By then it was obvious not only to Galaxy, but to every patron of the bar who was enjoying the show.
Galaxy’s breasts were swelling. Filling with milk, becoming round, heavy, sloshing.
And horribly, embarrassingly sensitive.
Every movement sent ripples through her chest, ripples that made her moan with pleasure, made her belly muscles jump and twitch. Distractingly hot.
And wet. She was impossibly wet. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Oh gawd. So wet.
And then, through the heat and need, Galaxy suddenly remembered something.
“No!” she said. “Don’t…don’t you…don’t you dare…!”
The man smiled. Then he said, “Zero.”
Galaxy’s mouth was open, trying to protest, to resist, anything. But at his words, Galaxy felt her limbs stiffen, felt her ability to move fade to nothing. Galaxy could only stare ahead, her chin wet with drool.
The man reached out and raised Galaxy’s arms so that her still-swelling breasts were prominently displayed. Then he leaned her forward far enough for his purposes, but not so much that her heavy, milk-filled breasts were out of sight. He lifted her skirt over her hips removed her panties. Then he positioned himself directly behind her.
“There is no way I’m letting a girl as pretty as you walk around without a souvenir from me, Galaxy,” said the man. She could feel the fat head of the man’s still-impossibly-hard cock pressing against her hot, wet channel. “And here comes that souvenir.”
Galaxy felt the man’s hands on her hips as he slid his thick cock inside her pussy. And then he was stroking that cock back-and-forth inside her and Galaxy could feel her heat building again.
He continued pounding the helplessly mannequinned Galaxy, his heavy balls slapping her clit again and again.
Then his cock grew harder, thicker, more powerful inside her and Galaxy suddenly realized there was no escaping the coming insemination.
And then the man came, even harder and more powerful than the first one minutes earlier. Galaxy’s eyes widened, but she was unable to even twitch a finger as she felt the man’s hot, potent seed filling her womb. She couldn’t move a muscle as she felt his heavy seed settle inside her, his powerful swimmers already overwhelming her defenseless waiting egg.
And then the final memories flooded over her. The rest of the earlier conversation with the man. When the man had stated he was going to give her a nine-month belly whether she liked it or not. And she had laughed in his face.
The man remained jammed fully inside Galaxy, making sure every final drop ended up inside the mannequinned woman. Then he slid his dick out of her, zipped up his pants and gave Galaxy a final casual pat on her rounded rear end.
“You’ll be able to move again soon,” he said. “I just want to leave you on display for a few more minutes. I did leave a few post-hypnotic orders in your head, of course, but I’ll let you discover those on your own. I’d suggest you wear skirts whenever you’re going out in public, though. Unless you wish to end up walking around in panties. Anyway, I’m off. It’s been a slice, dear heart. And be sure to stop in again, okay? Not that you’ll have a choice, of course.”
And then the man walked off, leaving the blushing, knocked up Galaxy a wet, motionless mess.
October 2019