Leech strummed her fingers on the table, gazing from the retreating dancer on the stage to her emptied glass. She’d heard that an old friend of her’s supposedly frequented the joint to perform, yet she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the little twink since she arrived, and that was an hour and three Long Island Iced Teas ago. Emboldened by the drink warming her veins, with her patience drawn perilously thin, she got to her feet and unsteadily sauntered towards the bar.
If one of the employees didn’t know where her fuzzy little friend was, she might be in a bit of a pickle. She’d taken a train all the way to Vanhoover to see him, hoping to give him a pleasant surprise. As she weaved through the crowd, moving past the various patrons, a singular noise caught her ear. Standing in stark contrast to the merriment around her, the sound of someone crying stood out like a sore thumb.
Altering her course, curious as to what was going on, she sought out the source of the lamentations and discovered exactly who she was looking for. Seated in one of the booths in the back, pressed to a svelte little diamond dog bitch, was her companion. The last thing she’d expected was to find him in such a sorry state, immediately plucking at her heartstrings and prompting her to act.
“H...hey,” she uneasily began, seating herself opposite of the two.
Bellamy turned, wiping his nose and looking over at her. “Leech?” he murmured, knitting his brow. “What are you - Sniff - doing here?”
Giving a weak shrug, she forced a smile. “I was in town and thought I’d come to see ya. Is - uh - everything alright?”
“Yeah,” he muttered, pushing himself away from the little canine beside him. Shifting to fully face the unicorn, seeing the incredulous look on her face, he wilted. “No, everything is not alright…”
“What the hell happened?” Leech asked, resting her elbows on the table. “Did someone mess with you?”
“No,” the female canine softly interjected, sympathetically stroking the femboy’s back, “he’s just kinda bummed out.”
Leech reared back and looked between the two, before she scrunched her snout. “Bummed out about what?”
“W...were you here for the pregnant dancer?” Bellamy inquired, lowering his head.
“The yak that was on stage about twenty minutes ago? Yeah, I saw her,” the mare admitted, recalling the oversized, big-bellied, lactating amazoness who’d damn near bent the stripper pole. “Why?”
“He’s jealous,” the little bitch chimed in.
The unwanted, almost dismissive comment from the unfamiliar canine immediately drew Leech’s ire, causing her to squint over at the little tart. “I’m sorry, who the hell are you and why the fuck are you butting in?”
“I’m Harmony,” the girl meekly replied, sinking into her seat. “Are you a friend of Bellamy's?”
“Yeah,” the irate unicorn grunted, “and I’ve known Bellamy way longer than you. By the way, the name’s Leech.”
“Please don’t fight,” Bellamy bleated, burying his face in his hands.
The pair relented, looking in tandem to the forlorn little femboy. They could get to know each other later, possibly even in the bedroom, but that could wait - for now, they had more pressing concerns. While the shy little bint plastered herself on Bellamy’s side, affectionately patting his head, the mare slid her shoulder bag onto the table and began rifling through its contents.
It only took Leech a moment to find exactly what she was looking for, smugly slamming a small phial onto the table. “Well I’m not sure what this bitch can do for ya, but I have a solution to your little problem right here…”
Bellamy’s ears perked up, as he looked at the tiny bottle. He’d heard the slatternly unicorn had been shacking up with some big-time potion-maker, and was vaguely aware of the seemingly number of things pony elixirs could do, though he’d never seen or experienced any of them himself. Reaching out, only to have her snatch the concoction away, he quirked his brow.
“What is it?” he asked, somewhat disquieted by her shit-eating grin.
“Like I said,” Leech hummed, twiddling the vial between her fingers, “this would fix your issue right up.”
“How?” Bellamy inquired, narrowing her eyes.
“Fuck if I know, but I’ve seen the shit work before,” the pony chuckled. “Saw a little kirin dude get knocked up just like that,” she exclaimed, snapping her fingers. “You got anywhere private we can try it out?”
It wasn’t like Bellamy doubted his friend, but the idea of downing some mysterious brew didn’t necessarily make him feel comfortable - that being said, the prospect of being able to live out one of his deepest, darkest fantasies immediately piqued his interest. Looking over his shoulder and to the back of the establishment, he pushed himself up and motioned for his friends to follow. Considering how he’d already done his first performance for the evening, and cancelled his second, he saw no harm in going somewhere a bit more quiet.
“Come on,” he urged, helping Harmony from the seat, “there’s a changing room in the back that we can use.”
“That’s the spirit,” Leech tittered, standing and following him.
Trailing slightly behind the two, she looked the pair over. It was remarkable how similar the two looked, despite one being male and the other being female. Both of the canines were extremely short, a rarity for their kind, and sported a number of soft curves. She could have sworn that Bellamy was actually a chick, had she not known better, but that simply wasn’t the case.
While it had been a while since she’d seen him, she was intimately familiar with the dirty doggy. He was a hopeless cock slut, much like herself, although his modus operandi was a far departure from her own. Whereas she was exceedingly forward when it came to her lecherous wants, he was a bit more reserved, though he’d taken to freely showing his body for coin.
All in all, he wasn’t a bad guy by any means. Relatively quick witted, cute as a button, and with the daintiest little knotted dick she’d ever laid eyes upon - hell, even though he wasn’t packing anything to write home about, there was something magical about edging him until he was begging for release. Licking her lips and eyeing his succulent rear, hoping he wouldn’t chicken out, she moved out of the main club and into the employees only area.
Entering a relatively small changing room, she closed the door behind herself and looked to the dio of dogs. “Here,” she intoned, underhand tossing the bottle to her friend.
Catching the vial, Bellamy held the elixir up to the light and studied the glimmering liquid within. “So how does this work exactly?”
“Like any other potion,” Leech responded, shaking her head. “You drink the stuff, wait a minute or two, then Poof! Fair warning though, if you take it and wind up getting knocked up, there’s no reversing it until after you’ve squeezed out the kid.”
Uneasily looking to Harmony, seeing her shrug, Bellamy peered at the phial in his hand. This was his first and possibly only chance to make his dreams a reality, regardless of how unexpected it was, and he was not about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. Flipping the cork, he pressed the bottle to his lips and downed the contents.
Swallowing down the last of the oddly sweet liquid, he licked his lips, re-corked the vial, and exhaled. Whatever the stuff was made off, it certainly didn’t taste bad at all! As he sat the bottle down, looking up at the clock, he folded his arms over his deliciously flat chest. Leech had said it wouldn’t take long for the elixir to take effect, but it took significantly shorter than that. Glancing up at the clock, seeing that only a minute or so had passed, he already felt a warm permeating from within his belly.
The sensation of heat grew stronger and stronger, radiating through his limbs and into his face, as the potion fulfilled its purpose. While it didn’t necessarily feel unpleasant, it definitely felt odd, almost like his insides and muscles were relaxing. Feeling something soft press against his arms, he peeked down and went rigid. Much to his surprise, his chest had expanded slightly.
“Here we go,” Leech whispered to herself, watching the subtle transformation.
While it wasn’t the most dramatic metamorphosis she’d ever witnessed, she knew that all his important changes were taking place on the inside. As she’d expected, his curves quickly filled out slightly, he sprouted a pair of perky little breasts, and his hips broadened to a degree, but the elixir seemed to have an interesting side effect. Adorned in not but a fishnet top and some skin-tight booty shorts, the effeminate canine’s newly acquired bosoms started leaking.
Seeing him spontaneously lactate sent an excited shiver up her spine and reminded her that he’d soon need a bit of help bringing his depraved desires to fruition. Momentarily excusing herself, she slipped out of the room and back to the dance floor. She could have downed a dickmare potion and pumped a foal into him, but there were plenty of other options available, including a familiar face she’d passed earlier.
Traipsing past the tables and booths, skirting the dance floor, she eventually found exactly whom she was looking for. A toothy smirk split her muzzle, as she made a beeline towards the figure. Seeing as how her friend wanted to get a little put in him, she had the perfect sperm donor in mind for the job.
“F...fuck,” Bellamy whimpered, pawing at his generous ass.
He felt amazing - no, better than amazing, like all his nerves were firing in the best way, but there was something else gnawing at him. It was like a switch had been flipped within him, some insidious urge to be bred, and it was as confusing as it was arousing. He’d always been a bit of a bottom, yet this new yearning had doused his lustful fire with jet fuel! Slipping two fingers into his backdoor, feeling how inexplicably juicy and soft his hole had become, he groaned.
“Um,” Harmony quietly remarked, drawing his ear, “are you getting wet?”
Twisting his head and peering back at her, only then realizing she was squatted down with her face mere inches from his behind, he chuckled. “Y...yeah, I guess I am…”
Ready was a bit of an understatement, both literally and figuratively speaking. Over the span of just a few minutes, he’d gone from feeling dejected and heartbroken to absolutely ravenous for cock. Overwhelmed by the jarringly licentious mental shift, his thoughts were far from what had transpired deep within his abdomen, where his newfound reproductive organs were hard at work. Not one but nearly half a dozen eggs descended from his ovaries and into his womb, eager to be inseminated by a virile stud’s potent seed.
Curious as to what other changes may have occurred, he pulled at the front of his shorts, leaned forward, and looked to his groin. Much to his shock, his little prick, despite standing at full attention, had withered to little more than a button. It wasn’t like he’d ever had much to brag about in the package department, but his little soldier had become shorter and more slender than his pinky finger!
While the sight of one’s diminished endowment would have made a great many recoil in horror, his smile broadened. Be darned if he was able to explain it, but the sight of his diminutive cocklette added yet another lecherous element to his development. Thrusting his hand into his shorts, feeling that his balls had shrunk to the size of a pair of marbles, he shivered. Even if he couldn’t get impregnated, he wasn’t about to complain about having a dainty little micro penis.
“I’m just gonna…” Harmony breathed, shaking him from his thoughts.
Without a bit of warning, having shuffled directly behind him, she jammed her face between his pillowy buns and pressed her lips to his entrance. While having his ass abruptly and very passionately french kissed by his friend was a bit jarring, the sensation of a warm, eager tongue loosening him up was always a welcome surprise. Shifting his weight back, wiggling his tush on her face, he gnawed his lip.
As she hummed into his rear, eating him out like an enthusiastic teenager, he subconsciously lifted and bit one finger. Harmony had always had a soft spot for girly boys like himself, and it hadn’t been the first time she’d helped herself to warming him up. Regardless of how things played out for the remainder of the evening, if nothing else, he felt certain that she’d be more than happy to don one of her strap-ons and give him a long, thorough pounding later.
It was certainly an odd afternoon, what with Leech’s sudden appearance and the inclusion of her potion, but he was thankful for it. At best, he’d been given a way to become pregnant and embrace motherhood - at worst, if the elixir didn’t work, he’d been given a welcome distraction from his sadness. Looking around, only then noticing the impish mare’s absence, he heard a clamor from just outside.
“How’s that potion treating you, bitch boy,” Leech cawed, bursting into the room.
Straightening up and withdrawing his hand, Bellamy turned to face her. “Feels amazing, but I’m not sure I can actually get knocked up.”
The mare’s cat-like pupils dilated, as she swung the door open to reveal an absolutely hulking figure looming just outside. “Lucky for you, I found a volunteer to test that! Bellamy, this is Beral,” she snickered, waving to the brute behind herself. “Beral, this is - Oof”
“This bitch?” Beral iquired, shoving the mare aside and stooping to enter the cramped chamber.
Craning his head, Bellamy gulped. Whoever the guy was, he was absolutely massive. Nearly double his height, and probably quadruple his body mass, Beral was a living titan. His eyes wandered down the giant’s impressive, musclebound frame, ultimately settling on a loincloth covering the behemoth’s groin. Though he couldn’t see what the guy was packing, he had no doubt that it was huge.
“Hate to interrupt, but you’re on in five,” a pegasus announced, appearing then disappearing from hallway.
The statement took Bellamy completely off guard, until he looked over at the madly grinning unicorn in their midst. “Leech…”
Throwing her hands up in surrender, Leech closed her eyes and giggled like a school filly. “Listen, if you’re gonna get properly bred, you may as well make it a moment to remember. Beral here is gracious enough to be your sperm donor, and I know first hand that the big lug produced enough puppy-batter to knock you up several times over,” she smugly explained, trotting around behind the then fertile femboy. “Gonna need to start calling you trash can, because you’re about to have a litter in you.”
As he was pushed out of the door and towards the club’s stage, with Leech, Beral, and Harmony following along after him, Bellamy gulped. He hadn’t planned to get knocked up in front of an audience - hell, until a few minutes ago, he hadn’t planned to get knocked up at all, but the thought of being impregnated before a crowd set his heart aflutter. Considering he routinely showed off his naked body for money, and had even gotten fucked on stage a few times, he found himself getting increasingly enticed at the idea.
“Lllllllllllllllllladies and gentlecolts, I hope you’re ready for a very special show this evening!” the announcer blared, bringing the boisterous throng to a dull hush. “It’s not every day that you get to watch someone become a mother, but tonight you’ll get to do just that! Everyone give it up for our resident bitch Bellamy and his assistant for the evening, Beral!”
Instinctively stepping up and onto the stage, leaving Leech and Harmony to their own devices, Bellamy walked under the blazing lights and into view of the horny hoard. The unmistakable, plodding footfalls to his rear let him know that his guest had accompanied him, leaving him at a crossroads. He could put on a bit of a show, stripping down to get the crowd worked up, although the alternative was far more enticing.
The second he reached the center of the stage, he wriggled out of his shorts, kicked them to the teeming masses, and sank into a deep squat. Since he had some help for the event, he saw little point to drawing out the inevitable. Looking to the side, seeing Beral striding around to face him, he undid the hulk’s loin cloth and revealed the colossus’ junk.
Already partially erect, with nearly half a foot of crimson, spear-like dong emerging from his sheath, the giant’s cock was everything he could have hoped for. With a pair of nuts nearly as big as his head, resting within their gargantuan furred sack, the titan clutched the back of his skull and nonchalantly slammed the smitten femboy’s face into his crotch. Taken off guard by the sudden move, breathing in the stud’s musk, Bellamy’s eyelids fluttered.
There were several things that got him extraordinarily aroused; big guys, huge cocks, being dominated, and the potent scent of a virile male never failed to get him horny as hell, and Beral had them all in spades. Casting his inhibitions aside and letting his instincts take the reins, he opened his maw and wrapped his lips around the gleaming cock-head before him. The audience went wild, hollering and whooping for joy, but the only thing he cared about was seeing just how massive the canine’s endowment.
As the salty, almost overpowering flavor of unwashed dick coated his taste buds, he moaned. Spectators or not, sucking someone so imposing off was a gift in and of itself - a gift that Beral seemed more than happy to receive. As the fingers wrapped around the back of his head tightened, forcing his head forward, he drew a deep breath and relaxed his throat.
While he couldn’t quite see the length swelling and filling with blood, he sure as hell felt it. The big guy wasn’t even fully hard, and yet the meaty pillar was already reaching the back of his muzzle. Alternating between looking at the titan’s furred crotch and face, happy to let his new companion take the lead, he lifted his arms and twisted his nipples.
The perky little buds of flesh had always been a weakness of his, but the sensation of something warm and wet against his digits reminded him that he’d begun producing milk - not that he was particularly bothered by the lecherous lactation. Spying the girthy root swelling within the huge hound’s sheath, feeling his painfully small prick twitching and drooling pre-cum, he seized the initiative and forced his head forward. If he was going to get face-fucked, he wasn’t going to take it resting on his laurels!
As the spectacularly enormous knot emerged from its fuzzy confines, Beral grunted in approval above him. Though he didn’t have the best vantage of it, having what felt like a foot of cock lodged in his gullet, he could swear the bulb of flesh was the size of a damn grapefruit! Both thrilled and terrified by the thought of having something so immense stuffed into his backside, he started bobbing his head in earnest. As his lips stretched and kissed the thick base, nearly burying his nose in the giant’s sweaty pubes, his ambitions soared.
With the din of the crowd spurring him onward, he swabbed his throat with the alpha canine’s length. A lifetime of regularly being on his knees had honed his skills for serving tops, and he knew exactly how long he’d have before needing to take a breath. Lowing one hand between his legs, reaching past his comparably pathetic package, he sank three digits into his winking, slavering pucker.
Slipping a fourth finger into himself, followed by his thumb, he wantonly fisted his rump for all to see. He’d noticed how the potion had made him extra wet, almost as if his behind had become self-lubricating, but the stuff had apparently made him even more pliable than usual. Silently hoping his enhanced elasticity would be enough to let him get fully impaled on the mammoth’s monster dong, as grip on his head eased, he reared back and freed his gullet of the behemoth.
“Fuck you’re big,” he reverently noted, stroking the then fully erect tool.
Beral cocked his head and smiled, gazing down at him. “We breed now…”
Before Bellamy could say a word, the brute stooped down, grabbed him beneath the arms, and hauled him to his feet. While it was clear that the big guy was ready for things to progress, he was unprepared for just how forward his impending mate was. Turning away and gripping the stripper pole, figuring that some standing doggy would be both appropriate and ironic, he was in for yet another surprise.
“Little bitch is too small,” the giant huffed, bringing the femboy to a halt.
Standing to his full height, with his head only barely reaching Beral’s chest, he took stock of the situation. Bending over and presenting himself was usually a fun and universally agreeable position for everyone, although the disparity of their sizes complicated matters. Unless his helper was willing to squat down considerably, a position which would undoubtedly make fucking an uncomfortable affair, they were at an impasse.
Rubbing his chin, Bellamy thought fast. “I could get a chair and - Eeep!”
In the blink of an eye, he found himself plucked from the ground and into the air. The transition would have been startling enough, being lifted as though he weighed nothing at all, but things swiftly took a perverse turn. Held with his back to Beral’s broad chest, the colossus grasped his knees, spread his legs, and turned him to face the audience.
Facing the crowd, being forced into what felt like some sinful version of a submission hold, his eyes widened. Though he’d never had the good fortune of experiencing the position himself, he knew all too well what he was in for. The full nelson was an age-old wrestling move he’d seen countless times, and this was an exceptionally bawdy version of the same. Looking down his chest, past his tits and meager prick, he both saw and felt the behemoth of sticking out from beneath him.
As if his puny package wasn’t small enough, the comparison of their endowments made his equipment look downright pitiful. The onlookers’ roar of approval mirrored his own excitement, while he struggled to get comfortable. He couldn’t care less about the fact that he was going to get plowed in front of what had to be nearly a hundred spectators - actually, that only added to the thrill of it all, but being effectively turned into a pretzel wasn’t exactly what he’d call relaxing.
Sitting quietly at a nearby table, keeping her eyes locked on the pair on stage, Leech absentmindedly kneaded her sopping wet crotch. If someone spotted her rubbing one out, that was fine; for all she cared, they’d get a free show. One of the benefits of going commando twenty-four-seven meant ease of access to her goods, both for herself or anyone else. Glancing over and noticing that Harmony seemed to have the exact same idea, shamelessly rubbing her cunt, she grinned.
“Hey,” she began, tapping the girl’s shoulder, “care to make a friendly wager?”
Without withdrawing her hand, Harmony piqued a brow. “Go on…”
“If Bellamy passes out, you eat my cunt,” Leech smoothly intoned. “But if he can somehow stay conscious, I’ll munch your carpet.”
“You’re on,” the effete diamond dog noted, retracting her hand and thrusting it towards the mare.
Shaking on the deal, ignoring one another’s slickened fingers, they turned their attention back to the show. Neither actually cared about the wager, since it wouldn’t have been the first time they’d gone down on a chick, but having an added a gambling element would be a fun little inclusion for the afternoon. Staring up at their friend, just as Beral lifted him and got him fully into position, they continued getting themselves off.
As the spear-like tip of Beral’s tool prodded his behind, Bellamy’s heart skipped a beat. Between the elixir coursing through him, being held in such a scandalous manner, the lights, and the raucous audience, he was more than ready to begin. Feeling the brute shift slightly and take a broader stance, he did what he could to prepare himself. Sadly, he had failed to anticipate just how boorish the big mutt was.
Instead of taking his time and slowly impaling him, Beral simultaneously rammed his body downward while thrusting upwards. Nearly a foot of cock instantly ground inside him, rearranging his insides and causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. The feeling was indescribable, both wildly blissful and unimaginably intense, and yet they’d only just begun.
Wasting no time, Beral rhythmically raised and lowered the stunned pup on his enormous shaft, sending the audience into a frenzy. Anyone and everyone in the room had a perfect view of the vividly colored length plunging in and out of the small femboy, although that was only part of the show. Each thrust caused the lad’s stomach to bulge, showing the imprint of the massive cock within him, while his minuscule member flapped and slung pre-cum to the floor.
It may have been his imagination, but the behemoth intrusion felt far, far better than it had any right to. Ordinarily speaking, it would have taken a significant amount of foreplay to accommodate something so large, but that wasn’t the case. In no time flat, he’d managed to have one of the largest diamond dog dicks he’d ever seen coring him out with ease! Drifting into a euphoric haze, more than happy to become Beral’s fuck-toy, the sound of a deep, sonorous grunt shook him from his stupor.
“Bitch too loose,” the brute snarled, biting on his bitch’s ear. “Tighten up…”
Though the guy was definitely one of the larger partners he’d had, Bellamy applied techniques he’d honed through the years to pleasure him. Forcing himself to concentrate, taking careful note of his lover’s pace, he rhythmically clenched and relaxed his stuffed pucker around Beral’s pistoning length - still, the task was far from easy. Not only was the giant very well endowed, but he seemed to exercise next to no self-restraint.
Outright battering his ass with the girthy root of his dick, the titan plowed him like a flimsy sex-toy. It was an incredible experience, made all the more enjoyable by the potion Leech had given him. Utterly at the brute’s mercy, the only thing he could do was squeeze the big bastard’s cock - well, and continue making lewd noises.
Though he was only vaguely aware of it, he knew himself well enough to know that he was moaning and mewling like a harlot. Some of his past lovers had thought it was an act, that his ceaseless whimpering and begging was purely theatrical, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. It was like the subconscious parts of his mind acted of their own, making him vocalize how happy he was to get fucked like the bitch he was.
“Oh Gods,” he groaned, throwing his head back.
He genuinely wasn’t sure if his mate would be able to knot him, but he desperately hoped it would happen. Simply being screwed by another diamond dog was fun, but it wouldn’t truly be satisfying unless he had his depths corked by a gigantic bulb of flesh. The thought of it was enough to push him closer to his limit, making his clit-like willy leak all the more.
Fumbling for his chest, he savagely tugged and pulled on his nipples, sending milk spraying over the stage. For a fleeting moment, he considered how absurd the entire display must have been; there he was, lactating and being fucked by a mountain of a hound before an audience, and the only thing on his mind was getting knocked up. Imagining himself with a belly full of pups, affectionately letting them each nurse from his bosoms, sank the final nail in his coffin. Howling to the heavens, he blew his pitiable load.
Beral chuckled above him, moving harder and faster with every passing second. Lost to the ecstasy of release, his climax rebounded into a second orgasm in mere moments. Be damned if he could explain how his refractory period had effectively disappeared, but the rapture became too much to bear. As he sank into a sea of pure, unrefined bliss, his mind fractured.
On and on the giant went, plowing him like a fertile field in spring. While he couldn’t say how long Beral lasted, having lost all concept of time, things eventually reached a head. As the giant grunted and snarled above him, battering his ass with reckless abandon, it happened. In one final, unstoppable thrust, he was knotted.
What had to be pints of scalding seed erupted within him, flooding his interior and causing his belly to swell, but this wasn’t like the other times he’d been filled with cum - no, this time the billions of swimmers had a target. Surging into his womb, mindlessly making beelines towards the half-dozen eggs awaiting them, Beral’s seed took root. Somehow, either by fate or some inner trigger, his insemination marked the greatest moment of pleasure he’d ever had.
His mouth hung open in a silent scream, while he weaved in and out of consciousness. In the end, feeling very much like a living, breathing condom, he wasn’t sure what ultimately happened. The last thing he remembered was being trundled off stage, firmly affixed to his lover’s crotch, while the crowd showered the stage with coins. Though the shameful display was over, some part of him knew the real adventure had only just begun…
…
Lounging in one of the stage-side booths, Leech patiently waited for the show to begin. She hadn’t planned on visiting Vanhoover again so soon - then again, after she’d gotten a very interesting letter from Bellamy, she couldn’t help but hop into a boxcar and hitch a ride to the bustling city. Though it had only been a few months since she’d last seen her friend, apparently he’d had a few recent developments.
“And now for our next dancer and expectant mother, let’s get a round of applause for Miss Mama Bellamy!” the DJ announced, as the lights in the club dimmed.
As soon as he heard his name, none other than Bellamy strutted out onto the stage. While his face was all too familiar, Leech was immediately stricken by just what type of developments he’d been going through. Adorned in a micro skirt, fishnet leggings, and an ultra-slim tube top, the once svelte femboy moved with all the grace and assuredness of a professional model.
It wasn’t his outfit which took her by surprise, nor his confidence, but just how much he’d grown since she’d last seen him. Sporting a rack that rivaled her own, with an almost comically large belly, he could have easily passed for an expectant bitch - well, besides the tiny bulge in his panties. Grabbing the stripper pole on the central dais, without the slightest bit of hesitation, he began his act.
All Leech could do was smile, seeing just how cheerful her friend was. His leaking teats, wetting the fabric of his top, broader hips, plush posterior, and distended belly were the embodiment of maternal beauty, to the point where she actually felt a pang of jealousy. She’d hoped that he’d be pleased with fulfilling his dream, but even she’d underestimated just how well it ultimately paid off.
With one leg hooked around the pole, spinning in place, he pulled up his top, squeezed his breasts, and showered the spectators in his milk. The added bit of interaction with the crowd was remarkably well received, with the throng tossing coins and bills at him, but that wasn’t as important as how sincerely happy he seemed to be with himself. Rolling the glass in her hand, Leech couldn’t wait for him to get finished, sit down, and regale her with what he’d been up to, but that could wait - for the time being, she simply enjoyed the display and found contentment from being able to help one of her friends…
