The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Ugh, how many boxes of this crap do they have?” muttered Janice. The affluent, and very stuck up girl had figured volunteering would’ve been all about token efforts and cute photo-shoots. Instead, she was being forced to go through dusty bags and boxes from the recently condemned Derbyville community center; seriously threatening the glossy finish on her pristine nailpolish. She loathed manual labor, knowing herself to be far above it, but her daddy had told her she needed at least some good references on her college application.

Despite her disgust, and the unforgivable scuffs on her designer shoes, she had to admit there were at least some good things about the task. The main one was knowing she was objectively better dressed and far, far hotter than most of the other riffraff there, and it made the impracticality of her outfit all the more worth it. She couldn’t help but smile as some of the lesser women glanced her way, though the expression faded every time someone else passed another box her way.

She also became just a little bit less amused every time she caught sight of Joan. The other girl just kept waving back at her with a smirk, making sure to show off the new gold bracelet she got for her birthday. Of course, Janice kept straightening up, highlighting her imported silk blouse in return.

Both coming from rich families, the girls had been acquaintances since forever. On the outside, they appeared as the best of friends; all smiles and shopping trips. In private, they were bitter rivals, constantly taking verbal shots, and wasting no opportunity to take their ‘bff’ down a peg.

Aside from them, four other women were rummaging and sorting. The most noticeable of them was Krista, with her purple, spiked hair and permanent sneer. Of the group, she was the only one that hadn’t directly volunteered. She’d wasted no time in telling everyone about how she’d been arrested, and how the ‘fucking cunt of a judge’ gave her community service. In fact, the punky girl had easily been the most vocal of the group, bitching even louder than Janice. When she got too far out of control, however, the supervisor was quick to intervene.

Tara Monroe was stern and sharp, and even Krista quieted down when the woman barked an order. It was clear she was just as unhappy to be there as most of them, but her answer to that was to push everyone to just get things done. Thankfully, the other volunteers were much less unwilling, though that had its own issues.

Melissa was one of the few people who seemed to enjoy being there. Happily humming, and cheerfully chatting up anyone who got too close, the sweet divorcee was almost as frustrating to be around as Krista was. Even worse, the woman was obviously overcompensating in other ways; the most noticeable being her low-cut top. Curvy and busty, the woman’s cleavage was almost uncomfortably on display when she was standing straight up. Every time she bent over, however, everyone else visibly cringed.

The only girl that wasn’t getting on someone’s nerves was Lucy. Quiet and painfully shy, she’d scurried off to a corner once they started working, and she hadn’t left it since. Silently she toiled, trying not to get noticed. Hard working and obsessed with her grades and college prospects, this weekend was going to bring her within three hundred hours of volunteer work. As much as this stuff was nothing new to her, she still hated the close proximity to this many other people.

The job itself was simple enough. The city had been home to an old, closed up community center that had become something of an eye-sore. No one quite remembered why it had been locked up, or even for how long. Either way, in the mayor’s rush to beautify the town, the decision came down to renovate. As trashed as it was, the building wasn’t dangerous at least, which meant clean up could be handled by the usual bunch of volunteers.

Housing the town’s old theater, there were boxes upon boxes stuffed with costumes and props, which had to be gone through and either sold, donated or trashed. Whatever was salvageable had to be sorted and put together, and city hall hoped a few of the costumes might actually be worth a bit. None of the girls working on the project itself thought so, however; least of all Janice.

It wasn’t due to the condition of the clothing. If anything, every piece they’d unboxed had been almost perfectly preserved; without even a hint of dust or mold. It was more the nature of the costumes themselves.

‘Oh boy, I bet collectors are just gonna line up for this ‘Redneck Hillbilly’ costume’, Janice thought to herself, holding up a pair of large, beat-up overalls. It was obvious the scuffs and tears were more for looks than from actual use, even down to the brightly colored patch on one knee.

“Awww, Janie, I knew your taste was questionable... but denim, really?” Joan said, grinning. “At least you got the size right.”

“Yep, it should fit you perfectly! I figured you could wear it while your mommy milks your step-dad for all he’s worth,” Janice said, loving the look of cold rage on Joan’s face. “Or wait... since she doesn’t do anything other than shuffle around and eat, doesn’t that make her the cow? Hmmm...” It was a step too far, she knew.

Being this blunt about their loathing for one another would be nothing short of a social typhoon back at their private school, but here, among these little nobodies? There wasn’t much reason to hold back.

“Oh, well your—” Joan began, only to be stopped by a sharp and angry shush from Ms. Monroe.

“That’s enough... sound, out of all of you for now,” the stern woman barked out. “You too, Ms. Drummond.”

Melissa’s mouth closed with an audible pop, halfway through a largely ignored story she was telling a scowling Krista. The cheerful woman looked almost offended, but after a moment she just shrugged and carried on, much to the relief of her neighbor.

“As for you, Lucy... good work,” Ms. Monroe continued.

Halfway hidden behind a wall of sorted, folded clothing, Lucy blushed. “Th-thanks,” she chirped out, before seeming to shrink farther down below the stack. As smart as she was, she was somewhat used to being singled out with compliments, but it never got any less awkward. Worse, she caught the other girls smirking at her, which only compounded her anxiety. Thankfully, Ms. Monroe’s rough voice snatched up the attention of all the others.

“You know, let’s just take a break. Fifteen minutes, and meet back up here. Krista, just a reminder that leaving this building without me constitutes a parole violation,” she said, grabbing her phone and cigarettes. “I’ll be around back in case one of you does something stupid.”

Lucy breathed a quiet sigh of relief as everyone wandered out of the storage room to other areas of the community center. Settling into her chair, she got back to work unpacking and sorting, but after just a few moments, she stopped. Her freckled face was beat red and her heart slammed in her chest as she lifted up one of the stacks she’d made.

Underneath, right where she’d stashed it, was the trashiest pair of panties she’d ever seen in her life. Of course, as sheltered as she’d been, she hadn’t seen many. Still, there was something just inherently dirty about these ones, and she just knew they belonged to the wrong kind of girl.

Tiny and red, the thong was little more than string and cheap mesh. Even the parts of it that were made to cover were practically transparent. Lucy thought they were horrible, and even a little disgusting... and strangely compelling.

Pushed by her parents at every opportunity, the young scholar hadn’t had much time, or even want to pursue her sexuality. In fact, she’d been more than a little dismissive of her peers that let their hormones dictate their lives. Why throw away your future for some messy fumbling and momentary false bliss?

And yet, Lucy couldn’t seem to bring herself to put the atrocious underwear where they belonged. It had been a struggle just to hide them like she did, and more than once she’d found herself reaching in and touching them with trembling fingers. Now, without an audience, she couldn’t seem to find the willpower to keep her hands off of them.

“Th-this doesn’t make any sense... Get ahold of yourself, Lucy...” the confused girl muttered, her eyes clenched tight. A quick ‘pop’ sound caused her to come to her senses somewhat, however.

One hand still stroking the cheap cloth, Lucy looked around bleary-eyed. Instead of finding someone else in the room, she found the button on her jeans undone, and she felt the zipper slowly dropping. The oddest part wasn’t the sudden undressing... No, it was her own hand doing so before she could even realize it.

“That’s it... I’ve finally snapped,” Lucy said, as she worked her jeans down to the floor. “I pushed myself too hard, like all the counselors said...”

Her panties soon followed, and she found herself picking them up and folding them, as if they were just another costume. Bare from the waist down, there was now nothing stopping Lucy from putting on the thong.

“I’m crazy, that’s it! This is a nervous breakdown... I’m gonna crash and burn out like they all warned... I’m gonna... I’m gonna...” Lucy’s voice slurred a bit as she pulled the tight thong into place, wiggling her ass a bit just to make sure. Her eyes fluttered as the see-through mesh pressed against her bare lips, and a sultry smile spread on her freckled face. “I’m gonna get laid tonight.”

Krista stomped out into the hallway, eager to get away from all the stuck up bitches she’d been packed in with. This certainly wasn’t her first bout of community service, but it was definitely the most boring so far. Typically, there’d be at least one other girl there that she could shoot the shit with, but this go around it was nothing but prim and proper.

“Fuck, I need a cigarette,” Krista said, as she wandered around. More than once she’d been able to score cigarettes and more off of the other girls, or even the supervisors. Of course, she sometimes had to perform some favors in return, but the adventurous teen certainly didn’t mind. In fact, she preferred a little fooling around to the incredibly boring work they often assigned her.

Her half-hearted search brought her to one of the community center’s numerous offices. The door had been locked when she got there, but a good hard kick was all it took to pop it open. Grinning at the rush she felt after her vandalism, Krista stepped inside. Her excitement drained entirely when she found the office was only occupied by more boxes of cheap, costume clothing.

“Ugh, this fucking sucks!” she exclaimed, kicking one of the boxes hard enough to put a hole in it. As she pulled her foot back out, something tumbled out of the tear. “Wait a second...”

It was a ring, shiny and glittering on the dirty floor. Krista snatched it up greedily, thinking she might be able to sell it when they were done for the day. Again, her hopes were crushed when she discovered the ring wasn’t gold at all.

“Stupid plastic piece of...” she muttered, getting ready to toss the thing. Instead, she found herself sliding the ring on. It fit perfectly on the ring finger of her left hand.

Krista put her disappointment out of her mind for a bit, and instead focused on tearing the box open further. While the ring had been a bust, she still figured she might be able to find something she could pawn in the junk.

Her initial search found nothing, and it was slowed just a bit by her own actions. Every piece of clothing she fished out of the broken box, she ended up folding with meticulous care. Then, she placed it in a nice, sorted stack while smiling sweetly at her handiwork. As the mess diminished and the room became more orderly, Krista found herself practically beaming with satisfaction.

The only thing that kept her from truly enjoying the task was her the odd discomfort she was feeling... as if her clothes were wrong. It started with her belt; a big, studded leather monster that she’d worn since middle school. Bulky as it was, she’d grown accustomed to its weight over the years.

Now though, the strap seemed to dig into her belly every time she bent down to pick up another article of clothing. More than that, she realized it looked more than a little goofy on her, and she found herself questioning why she had liked it in the first place. Before she knew it, she’d begun to unbuckle the thing, and she sighed happily as she pulled it off entirely.

“Whew! No more of that darn thing!” she exclaimed, gasping and blushing at her own coarse language. Seconds later she’d skillfully rolled up the belt and placed it on a nearby desk along with the rest of the costumes, where it was swiftly forgotten.

Shortly after that, she belatedly realized there had been some practical use to the belt. Namely, without the strap to hold them up, her baggy pants were constantly drooping down. Worse, she found she wasn’t even wearing proper panties, and the view the black and red thong gave was downright scandalous.

Bashful, the teen closed the door as best she could, and set about finding more appropriate attire among all the beautiful outfits she’d discovered; cleaning as she went. Certainly there’d be at least one of them fit for a lady, that her husband would approve of.

Janice was just about ready to throw her phone. All she wanted to do was take a few selfies showing off her selfless dedication to helping those less fortunate. At least, that’s how she wanted it to look. In reality, she’d wanted to show off her outfit, and give all her followers something new to fawn over when they messaged her. At the very least, she could show off the overalls she’d found... and hadn’t been able to put down.

The only problem was; her phone was not cooperating. Not only was the signal fluctuating like crazy, but some of the menus seemed far more confusing and complex than they had been this morning. It had taken her more than a few tries to just get to the camera option, and even then she found herself accidentally closing it, or dabbling in settings she couldn’t figure out.

“Stupid thing!” she hissed, when her clumsy fingers accidentally brought up a cheap looking mobile game.

“Awww, is last year’s phone giving you trouble? Maybe you can take it to the second-hand store where you got your top? It’d fit right in among the refuse.”

Janice turned to find Joan leaning against a stack of boxes, a smug grin on her face. Incensed as she was, the teen wasn’t about to let her rival give her any lip, and she marched on Joan with an almost frightening speed.

For her part, the other girl staggered back, nearly knocking over the boxes. She’d always poked at Janice whenever she could, but she’d never seen the girl look this... intense before.

“H-hey, I didn’t mean it,” Joan mumbled, her hand clasping some kind of rough cloth sticking out from the box behind her. “Look, I went too fa-mmmf!”

Both girls looked surprised as their lips met, and neither seemed to be able to pull away. If anything, Joan seemed only capable of leaning in closer, and every attempt at rebuttal turned into meek sounds of submissive lust.

Janice on the other hand, felt emboldened by her rival’s body against her own. Her hands seemed to move by themselves, sliding down Joan’s back until they reached the waistband of her skirt. Again, her normally deft fingers seemed clumsy, and she grumbled curses as she worked to undo the complicated clasp.

Joan reached down without realizing it and grabbed ahold of Janice’s wrists. Smiling seductively, she guided the other girl’s hands to her breasts instead, before opening up her skirt on her own. It was hard to do, if only due to the trembles she experienced as a result of Janice’s eager groping.

Enjoying the feeling of her lover’s firm tits in her hands, Janice couldn’t help but have the feeling that something was off. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on it, she couldn’t seem to pin it down. It certainly couldn’t be anything having to do with the panting slut in front of her...

Her sluggish train of thought was immediately derailed when Joan turned around and bent over the boxes behind her. Slipping expensive, silk panties down onto the scuffed and dirty floor, the stuck up rich girl spread her legs wide without a hint of shame. When she looked back at Janice, her eyes were glazed over with lust and confusion.

“H-hurry... hurry up and fuck me before your wife comes home!”

Those words seemed to trigger something deep inside Janice, and she immediately realized what was so weird about everything: her clothes! For some reason, she was all gussied up in girly clothes, and her overalls were in a pile next to her. God only knew where her boxer shorts had gone, let alone her...

“Hurry, baby! I need ya’ so bad!” Joan pleaded, her perfectly manicured fingers slipping into her dripping, wet slit.

Janice grinned at the sight, frantically pulling off her clothes. As puzzling as everything was, she wasn’t going to miss a roll in the hay with her young lover. Haste made the decision easier as well, since she knew there’d be no telling when her wife got home. Last time she got caught foolin’ around, she’d had to sleep out in the barn for week.

Joan gave a shuddering moan when Janice stepped up behind her. She could remember countless times they’d done this before, but for some reason she was shivering like it was her first time all over again. Even the simple feeling of Janice’s hands roughly cupping her tight ass was like a drug to her, and she wanted more.

Stripped down, Janice took a moment to grope the other girl as she stepped forward. Like Joan, she was just as surprised by the heady sense of arousal; as she could plainly remember countless dalliances with the trashy teen in the past. Somehow this time was different, and she could feel her body shivering with extreme anticipation.

The sound of footsteps nearby caused both girls to jump.

“Shit, she’s home!” Joan said, immediately looking around for an exit. In her frantic scrambling, she’d dropped the clothes she had held on to, and a strange sort of confusion set in. It was like she was seeing the world through two sets of eyes, and the minds to match.

On one hand, she was a spunky teenage farmhand who liked to get frisky with her boss when the wife wasn’t around. In fact, just glancing over at Janice was filling her belly with butterflies, and she found herself wondering if it would be worth it to just bend over and spread again. Sure, she’d get caught, and her daddy would tan her hide, but with how needy she was for her lover’s touch, it was damn tempting.

The other part of her was overwhelmed with a mix of disgust, shame, and a bit of fear. She’d just offered herself up like a redneck whore, and she could still feel the warm trickle of her own traitorous pussy begging for more. More than that, the focus of her sudden lust was her rival, Janice. There was no way she was going to live this down. In fact, she figured any moment now Janice would...

Joan gave out a slutty moan when Janice quickly grabbed her and once more planted a kiss on her lips. A quick swat on her ass later and she was being gently but firmly pushed towards a side door that had been mostly covered in boxes. She scrambled out just in time, as she saw the room’s other door open right as she pulled her’s closed.

Tara Monroe took a long drag on her cigarette, as she scowled down at the clock on her phone. She’d already spent a good twenty minutes out back, which was five minutes more than she told the girls to break for. As it was, she figured she could get away with a bit more before she had to go wading back in again.

“Fuck ’em,” she said, flicking her cigarette down and stamping it out. There was a tired, pained tinge to her voice, brought on by several years working in the same horrible job, with the same horrible kinds of people. As it was, she didn’t know which she hated worse: the tantrum prone rebels, or the stuck up college wannabes looking for references. It didn’t matter; she was inflicted with both at a constant clip.

No... She knew the type she disliked the most: those desperate social seekers like Melissa, scrambling around like a lost dog looking for an owner. That kind of codependent weakness, and pathetic need to please... that was what Tara hated most. Just thinking about it made her scowl deepen.

For a moment, she considered another cigarette, but decided against it. As shitty as the job was, she didn’t want to lose it if some dumbass teen got tetanus or something. Sighing, she straightened herself out and gathered her things; trying to mentally prepare herself for the bullshit to come. She paused, however, when she caught sight of someone walking towards her. No... strutting towards her.

The girl was dressed in a tight, black miniskirt that clung to her slender hips, and she clacked along on heels that seemed about a size too big. Equally ill-fitting was the top the girl wore, which kept slipping almost scandalously low on her meager chest. Yet, despite the poor sizing, the young woman owned every part of the outfit, and the smile on her face was both confident and sexy. Between the oddity of the girl’s garb, and the sudden change in personality, it took Tara quite a bit before she recognized her.

“Lucy? Lucy, is that you?” she asked, just to make sure.

The other girl just smiled that sexy smile and sauntered closer, until Tara could smell the teen’s cheap perfume.

“So... You lookin’ for a date, honey?”

Tara just blinked a moment. “What the hell are you—”

“Mmm, can I have one of those? Thanks,” Lucy said, reaching down and plucking one of the cigarettes out of Tara’s pack.

With her confusion giving way to annoyance, Tara reached out and snatched the cigarette out of the girl’s hand before tossing it aside.

“Hey, hey! No rough stuff, okay? I mean, unless you’re willin’ to pay extra,” Lucy said, playfully.

“Alright, enough bullshit. Where’s the camera, huh?” As she spoke, Tara began looking around angrily. Jokes, and even traps weren’t uncommon considering who she often had to work with, though she hadn’t expected trouble from Lucy. The poor girl had seemed unable to speak her own name without stuttering in anxiety, before. Now, she looked like a huntress on the prowl, with just one kind of prey in mind.

“No camera, honey... Well, a couple of pics ain’t too bad if you want a souvenir, I guess. That is, if you’re lookin’ for some fun tonight.”

“There’s no way I’m falling for this. Come on, we’re going right to the main office and calling—”

“Baby, do these look like a joke to you?”

Tara stopped in her tracks, staring down at Lucy with shock-widened eyes. The young girl had flipped down her tube top, showing off her small, perky breasts with a devilish grin.

“Wh-what the f—” Tara began.

“Oh, I know. Trust me, they’re real.” As she spoke, Lucy held up her breasts in pride... as much as she could considering their size. “And you can do whatever you like to ’em, if you’ve got the cash.”

‘Is this for real?’ Tara thought to herself. Considering what the teen was doing, it didn’t seem like a trick or a trap. For a moment she considered the girl might be on drugs, but the look in her eyes was sharp and focused. ‘Could she really be... You know what? Fuck it.’

“Fine, I’ll bite. How much?”

Lucy’s smile widened, and she slipped in closer to Tara; stopping only when her bare chest was practically touching the older woman’s t-shirt. Slowly, seductively she brought her hand up between them, her fingers dancing across Tara’s belly.

“Depends on what you want, cutie. Ten bucks and my hands’ll take you to heaven. Twenty-five for tongue. Fifty bucks and I’ll do things you’ve only read about in magazines.”

Tara’s breath was ragged; made worse by the fact that Lucy’s hand had slipped up under her shirt. The nerdy girl was drawing lazy circles with her fingers, all the way up to Tara’s chest. She stopped right before she reached the older woman’s rock hard nipples.

“D-don’t stop...” Tara panted out.

“Sorry, babe... Money first. I been stiffed before, and not in the good way, if you know what I mean.”

Tara closed her eyes, taking a long, deep breath. Already she was trying to talk herself out of what she was about to do, but there was no denying what she wanted. So what if she lost her job... she hated it anyway. There was just something about this awkward, yet sexy teen that she couldn’t resist.

Hands shaking, Tara reached into the back pocket of her jeans and fished out her wallet. She gave one last sigh as she pulled out the bill, but her reservations were gone as she handed it over.

“Holy shit, a hundred? Honey, I’m gonna rock your world.”

Janice had just managed to get her overalls on when the door swung open. She could still smell the other girl’s perfume on her body, and she readied herself for the storm that her wife would become at the scent. Much to her surprise, instead of seeing her wife, she found a curvy brunette stepping into the room.

“Where did everyone g-oh!” Melissa exclaimed, catching sight of Janice’s half-naked body. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you’d be... um...” She trailed off, purely because she had no idea what the girl in front of her had been doing.

Janice was wearing nothing but a banged up pair of overalls, and with only one strap done up over her shoulder. The other hung down, dangling beneath a bare, perky breast. The garment itself was made for someone much larger than the petite teen, leaving most of the young girl’s torso nude.

“Don’t’cha be sorry now, lil miss!” Janice said, her voice sounding like it was steadily drifting into a southern drawl. “Heck, I oughta say sorry myself, what with lookin’ so plain ’round a lady so pretty.”

Melissa blushed in spite of the oddity of the situation. Part of it was being complimented after being single for so long. The other part was the fact that the half-naked teen was staring straight at her cleavage, with a great big smile on her face.

“It’s... I... th-thank you?” Melissa muttered.

“Naw, thank you! Why, we ain’t had nobody so pretty out here in a long, long time. What brings you out to the farm, lil lady?”

“Out to the what? I mean, I’m here for the job, like you and the others... But... Uh, is this like, some kind of role-play thing or—” Melissa asked, starting to feel a little uncomfortable... and not entirely in a bad way. There was something so hungry in the other girl’s gaze, so plainly attracted that she couldn’t help but push out her chest just a little more.

“Oh, a job! Why dincha say so?” Janice said, with a wide grin. The teen turned around and began rummaging in one of the cases in the room, though she periodically turned back and checked out Melissa.

“E-excuse me... what are you doing over there?” Melissa watched as the young girl flung out strange outfits and costumes, seemingly in search of something very specific.

“Yknow, I’m not rightly sure... I just got this... this feelin’ there’s somethin’ in here for ya. Don’t know what it-oh... There it is.”

Janice turned around slowly, staring down at the item in her hands with glazed over eyes. It looked almost as if she were going to put it on herself, but that passed quickly.

“There it is...” Janice muttered, stepping slowly towards Melissa. “It’s just whatcha need to be the perfect addition to the farm...”

Melissa stood, stunned as Janice approached; seemingly unable to muster the will to walk away. Instead, it seemed all her focus was on pushing out her tits and not much else. Even as the other girl reached up and adorned her with her newest addition, her only thought was on her round full breasts...

The loud clang woke her up from her odd trance, but only enough for her to peer down and get a good look at what Janice had given her. It was a collar, thick and heavy. Attached to it, dangling down between her cleavage, was a big, scuffed cow-bell.

“I-is this some... some kind of a joke?” Melissa asked, her words coming out slow. Even as she spoke, she brought her hands up to take off the humiliating thing, but she stopped when she reached her chest. Again, her breasts were just so... so compelling.

Janice laughed. “The only joke is a heifer like you wearin’ people clothes!” She punctuated the statement by proceeding to unbutton Melissa’s tight jeans, before tugging them down unceremoniously.

Rather than get mad, Melissa found herself slowly nodding in response to Janice’s statement. It was kind of funny, when she thought about it.... A cow, in clothes? She’d be laughing, if she weren’t so occupied with her udders, and the pretty new bell clanking above them.

They seemed so much more apparent to her, seeming to swell by the second. Already her shirt had begun to strain at the growth, creaking with every new inch added. Melissa hardly noticed, however, as her mind was far too occupied by the sheer pleasure of her new, gorgeous udders filling with milk.

She was still softly groping herself when Janice helped her step completely out of her pants, and the only time she stopped was when the girl dragged her tight blouse up and off her. Stripped nude, Melissa calmly let herself be guided down onto her hands and knees. As her palms hit the cold floor, and she felt her udders dangling beneath her, she felt a pleasant shudder go through her.

“Why, you gotta be one of the prettiest heifers I ever saw!” Janice said, running her hand softly across the older woman’s body.

The attention and the compliment sent a thrill through Melissa, who gave a quiet, feminine moo in response. Her body gave its own reply, however. Slowly, she spread her legs slightly, and her ass seemed to raise up on its own. As much as she dripped embarrassingly onto the floor, Janice didn’t seem to notice.

“Well then, you look healthy enough... How ’bout we get you milked, eh girl?”

Melissa gave out a long moo in affirmation, causing her bell to clank loudly. Her moans became much more bestial and unrestrained when she felt Janice’s hands reach down and take hold of her teats.

Slow and rhythmically Janice worked, seemingly oblivious to Melissa’s animalistic arousal. If anything, the teen seemed somewhat bored, as though giving out mind-blowing pleasure was little more than a chore to her. She blithely tugged and stroked, while the mooing older woman was coaxed into one of the most incredible orgasms of her life. Milk splattered the floor beneath her, while her juices dripped behind.

“Girl, you okay?” Janice asked, as Melissa rocked in place.

Melissa wanted to shout “yes, yes, yes!", but all she could do was moo and shiver as her mind went to mush. She was so far gone; she didn’t even flinch at the door to the room opening up again.

“H-honey! There you are!” Janice said, happily.

Joan wandered through the hall, trying unsuccessfully to hide her privates as she walked. Over and over, she replayed the last half hour in her head, trying to figure out just when she went completely insane. Unfortunately, every time she got to thinking about that moment in the room with Janice, her head began to swim, and she became uncomfortably aware of the wetness dripping down her thighs.

“I just need to find clothes, and get out of here. When I’m home, I’ll find myself the best therapist money can buy, and just forget this ever happened,” she said to herself as she tried another in a long series of locked doors.

The community center seemed to go on forever, and this part of it was all but abandoned. In a way, she considered that a blessing, since a young woman of her stature and social standing shouldn’t be seen in such a state.

“Janice would just love this...” she muttered, blushing when she thought back to that room. She could practically feel the other girl’s hands squeezing her backside, while she begged for more...

“Ugh! What the hell is wrong with me?! It’s like I was... Wait a minute. She did something! Like, hypnosis or drugs or something... That bitch!”

Anger lent Joan strength, and she began marching down the hallway with greater speed; not even bothering to cover herself.

“I’m gonna get out of here, and tell father’s lawyers all about this! Maybe they can get a doctor to do a test or something. Yeah! I can’t wait to see the look on Janice’s face when the cops come calling! No one messes with Joan Deveroux!”

Her triumph was only compounded when the next door she tried swung open easily. Even better, the light switch worked; revealing a couple more boxes pushed up against the wall of an otherwise empty room.

“So many costumes in this place, one of these has got to have something remotely wearable in it,” she muttered, pulling open the first box.

Her disappointment was palpable when she realized there was nothing in the box but kids’ toys. Grumbling, she tossed it aside and opened up the next. Inside was a fluffy pink teddy bear, and a soft woolen blanket.

“UGH! I’ve had to deal with tacky poor people clothes all day, but now that I need some, all I get is trash!”

Joan shoved the box away and reached for the last, which seemed promisingly full. Praying silently to herself, she scrambled to pull it open, only to curse when she saw what was inside.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she shouted.

The box was stuffed full of clothes, but not a single shred of it would cover her in any sort of acceptable way. Small, pink, and cutesy, every outfit in the box looked just perfect for a little girl. Frustrated beyond belief, Joan fell to her knees.

“I’m so sick of these stupid clothes!” Joan shouted, grabbing one of the little t-shirts in her fist. “Stupid place! Stupid boxes! Stupid work! I hate it!”

As her anger level rose, Joan bent over and began pounding her hands on the floor. Eventually even that wasn’t enough to express the extreme frustration she was feeling, and before long she was frantically punching and kicking.

“I dun wanna be here no more! I wanna go home and play! I wanna... I want my mommy!”

She continued for the next few minutes, her eyes tearful and her wailing loud. All sense of modesty or pride was lost as she writhed in a tantrum on the floor, utterly without clothes aside from the small shirt she clutched in her hand.

Her rage was derailed when she caught sight of the cute teddy bear laying on the floor, and she scrambled over to it with a happy giggle. Without her anger to keep her going, her energy level dropped in seconds. Clutching her toy to her bare chest, Joan gave out a long yawn. Rubbing her eyes, she pulled the blanket from the box and wrapped herself up in it before snuggling down for a nap. Right before sleep overtook her entirely, she slipped her thumb up between her soft, pink lips and began to suckle.

‘Holy shit, this girl is incredible!’ Tara thought to herself.

Braced against the wall, she struggled to stay standing as Lucy’s tongue explored her slit with practiced ease. From the way the nerdy girl seemed to know every trick to get Tara going, there was no way it was the teen’s first time. Yet, from her age, and her prior demeanor, there’d been no sign of anything resembling sexual experience.

Gasping, Tara felt her knees go weak again. The uninhibited slut she’d paid for had begun teasing her asshole with one slender finger, all the while continuing to lap away with abandon. With the twin stimulation, the stern supervisor found herself bucking in the second orgasm Lucy had managed to coax out of her.

“H-hold on a... a damn second!” Tara panted out, while Lucy’s service went on unabated. Eventually she had to actually push the girl away, her arms shaking all the while.

“Awww, but we’re just getting’ started, cutie!” Lucy said, with a playful grin on her wet face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done... I just need... goddamn, how’d you get so good at that?”

“Years of practice, hon. Been in this business a long time.”

That seemed unlikely to Tara, but she was far too overwhelmed to make much of it. Instead, she just shook her head and went to find some place comfortable to sit and relax a moment. Already she was thankful they’d decided to move things back inside after her first orgasm, if only due to the easy availability of cushions. Even this old office had box after box of costumes to use as beds, blankets and more.

It was odd though... Tara couldn’t remember there being this much to go through. Besides that, the community center theater had been a low budget affair, and some of the outfits were of remarkable quality. None of it made any sense. Of course, it was hard to dwell on it too much considering her current company.

Lucy was bent over one of the boxes, her scarlet panties on display as she rummaged. Occasionally she looked back at Tara and gave a wink, and a quick wiggle of her firm backside.

“You just relax a bit. I’m gonna make sure you get your money’s worth.”

Tara did just that, leaning back against the pile of clothes she’d made to rest on. Already she could feel her imagination running wild just thinking of what the nerdy little slut had in store for her. In fact, it felt like there were hundreds of different fantasies swirling around inside of her, each one fighting for room inside her mind...

“Ooooh, perfect!”

Tara snapped out of her daydreams to find Lucy standing over her holding something that was definitely not an outfit. Instead, the petite teen held out a pink leather collar, complete with heart shaped tag dangling from it. In her other hand, she held the matching leash, and she swung it in lazy circles over the resting supervisor.

The implication was almost as startling as the girl’s new outfit. Gone was the tube top, replaced by a tight leather corset that left her small breasts out on display. Additionally, she’d found matching boots: a pair of tight, black thigh-highs that almost reached her bare crotch. With the outfit came a strange gleam in the teen’s big brown eyes... a sort of cruel, predatory sharpness.

“Oh no. No, no, no. I mean, unless you’re planning on putting that on yourself. I’m just not into—”

“Shut up, bitch!”

Lucy’s voice was hard and commanding, and for a second Tara almost complied on sheer reflex. “Hey now. This was fun and all, but that’s going way too fucking far. Take that shit off and let’s—”

“I said shut up!” Lucy snapped, dropping the leash to the floor. Like a snake, her hand sprung out and firmly gripped one of Tara’s nipples.

The older woman squirmed, feeling her anger well up inside her. ‘How dare she?! She can’t just treat me like I’m... Like I’m her... her bitch.’ Tara’s objections slipped away as she felt her body react to Lucy’s touch. The slight pain inflicted rapidly turned to pure pleasure, and the rage-fueled retort she had mustered turned into a soft, submissive gasp by the time it reached her parted lips.

“That’s better!” Lucy snapped, letting go of Tara’s breast. Then, with a haughty look on her youthful, freckled face, she handed the older woman the collar. “Now put it on.”

Tara looked at the thing, already beginning to pant out of sheer lust. She’d always been the pushy, controlling one, but there was something about the situation, or her gorgeous, assertive mistress that just had her embarrassingly wet and ready to be used. As such, she took the collar and brought it up to her neck, while goose bumps shivered through her body.

Her panting became more frantic as she clasped the collar into place, and her hands had become clumsy with lust. More than that, the tantalizing humiliation of it all had reduced her thoughts to a constant repetition of ‘Oh god, she’s so pretty! Does she think I’m pretty? When are we gonna play! If I’m good, do I get a treat?’ She was so caught up in the swirl of it, she almost didn’t notice Lucy clipping the leash onto her collar.

“You make such a cute little bitch,” Lucy said, looking down on her with those cold eyes.

Tara nearly came, right then and there. ‘SHE THINKS I’M CUTE!!!’ The affirmation was like a divine epiphany, echoing throughout her entire being before reverberating down between her legs. Her pussy dripped an embarrassing puddle beneath her, and she couldn’t keep her ass from wiggling back behind her as she let it all sink in.

“Now get your ass over here and do what you do, dog,” Lucy said, pulling sharply on Tara’s leash.

The tug brought Tara’s face right over to Lucy’s slit, and the scent of her mistress was driving her wild. Tongue dangling out of her open mouth, Tara moved in closer as drool dripped down below her. By the time she started messily lapping at the teen’s pussy, her entire world had narrowed to that one sweet spot.

Fireworks exploded as she felt Lucy’s hand gripping her short hair, holding her ever closer. The grasping exploration felt so much like petting, the panting woman couldn’t muster the intelligence to tell the difference. Affection from her owner was like sex, and she felt her whole self tingle with unchecked arousal.

Never once stopping her submissive service, Tara began bunching up some of the scattered clothing, until she was straddling a mound of discarded outfits. Once there was enough, she began slowly rocking her hips in time with her licking, rubbing her needy clit against the already damp cloth.

As her bucking increased in frequency, her already sloppy tongue work became even more erratic. Before long, she was just mindlessly fucking the bundle beneath her, completely oblivious to her owner’s growing displeasure. Instead, every part of her was focused on her building climax, and quenching the canine heat of her sopping sex.

The slap of the leash on her raised ass caused Tara to give out a loud yelp, immediately followed by submissive, whining whimpers. Her heart sank to the floor, bringing her body with it, until she was nearly lying flat on the wet clothes beneath her. She couldn’t even look up at her angry owner... all she could manage was to wag her ass and hope she was forgiven.

“Pathetic little bitch... I should just—” Lucy’s voice trembled for just a moment. “I... where am I? M-Miss Monroe? Why are you...”

Dumb with lust and an insatiable need to please her owner, Tara leapt forward and began slurping away at Lucy’s slit with redoubled enthusiasm. The teen stumbled back a bit at the sudden rush, falling back against a stack of boxes before sliding down to the floor. Seizing her opportunity, Tara was between the young girl’s thighs in seconds.

“Oh god... what’s happening? What—” Lucy muttered, her cheeks red with blush and her eyes wide with surprise. “You have to... to...”

Tara stopped a moment, looking up at her owner with nothing but mindless, obedient affection in her eyes. Her tongue dangled out of her open, panting mouth; when the older woman wasn’t clumsily licking the teen’s juices from her lips. Head tilted like the confused dog she was; the supervisor gave a high pitched bark.

Lucy held her head, already starting to lose herself again. It was so hard to hold on... especially when she looked at the debased and subdued supervisor. Already she could feel the seductive tug of power and domination inside her, becoming more intense with every passing second.

“You have to... You have to do better than that, bitch!” she shouted, pulling Tara closer with the leash. She grabbed the older woman’s hair and pushed her down, until her panting pet’s tongue tickled against her ass.

Tara, distracted and dim though she was, picked up on what was expected immediately. With one more happy bark, she began licking Lucy’s tight hole without a hint of shame or hesitation. The only real challenge she faced was in not becoming distracted by the temptation to get herself off. Still, her owner was happy, and for a good doggy like her, that was enough for now.

“There weren’t no other woman, babe! I just been milkin’ the cow, like I’m supposed to!” Janice explained, her feminine voice dragged out into a rugged sounding drawl.

“I can smell the perfume!” Krista shouted, hands on her hips.

“Aww, c’mon honey! You know I ain’t sneaking around behind your back! Why, with a wife as beautiful as mine, who’d need anyone else?”

Krista blushed in spite of herself. Her husband always had such a way with words, and it was so darn hard for her to stay mad.

“I don’t know...” she muttered. She knew something was up. Heck, she could even remember times she’d caught Janice with that little hussy who was always hangin’ around. It’s just... her husband was just so damned charming, and attractive....

Janice could sense Krista’s uncertainty and decided this was her chance. “Babe... is that a new dress?”

“You like it? I bought it at... well, I can’t remember...” Krista’s face scrunched up as she struggled to remember. The dress stuck out in her mind clear as day, and she could even remember thinking how much her husband would love her in it, but for some reason she couldn’t quite figure out where she’d gotten it.

That didn’t matter though. What mattered to Krista was the reaction she got, which was definitely positive. The sun dress was small and sheer, while still managing to look modest and proper. Still, she knew it showed off her figure well, and she found herself already warming under Janice’s hungry gaze.

“Baby, you know you’re always sexy to me, but I gotta say... I don’t think you’ve ever been this hot before...”

As Janice spoke, she strutted forward, her hand idly rubbing between her legs. It was a crude gesture, but one that Krista had come to expect and appreciate. The punky teen smiled coquettishly, batting her eye lashes at her approaching lover.

Janice took her roughly in her arms, reaching down to grab her ass almost immediately. Squeezing it tightly, she pulled the other girl closer and began kissing and sucking her way along Krista’s neck. In pace with their growing passion, Janice began tugging the dress up, while she snaked one hand underneath the rising cloth.

Krista just about melted under the onslaught. It felt so good... so right to be taken like this by her husband. She couldn’t even wait for Janice’s hands to reach her before she began to spread her legs, letting the other girl use her completely. Her reward was a pair of soft fingers sliding up inside her, making her cry out.

“You like that, baby?” Janice said in her ear, practically growling. “Huh? You like me inside you?”

Krista nodded meekly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Fuck yeah, you do,” Janice rumbled.

The sharp language made Krista blush like it always did, and she felt her sex twitch. There was something about the taboo, so different from her modest, motherly way that just got her going.

“P-please, take me... Take your... your slut.” Despite the passion of the moment, Krista wanted to run and hide after saying what she did. It felt good... naughty even, but it was so hard to talk like that!

Janice ate it right up, though. Without another word she grabbed the hem of Krista’s dress and tugged it the rest of the way off the girl, before flinging it disdainfully off to the side. She took a moment to enjoy the view of her wife’s bare, pale body before a strange wave of oddity hit.

“Babe... what the hell’s that? When did you pierce your nipples?”

Krista was reeling in place, suddenly confused by everything. Her body still pulsed with need for her phantom husband, and she could feel every fiber of herself pulling her back to become the meek, willing wife she needed to be. Beyond that, though, were wisps of the rebellious girl she was underneath; which were currently fighting to regain control.

Suddenly the scene opened up in front of her. That wasn’t her husband in front of her... That was Janice, the prissy rich bitch with a stick up her ass; wearing an almost comedically oversized pair of overalls that did nothing to cover her distinctly feminine body.

“H-holy shit... what the hell are you wearing?” Krista asked, out of pure shock. “Oh my god—Melissa? What the fuck?!”

Melissa had mostly stayed in place, on all fours and nude behind Janice. The woman’s tits were pink from stimulation, and her eyes were lacking all but the simplest animal intelligence. Slow, low moos slipped from the older woman’s open mouth as she mindlessly rubbed her backside against one of the boxes behind her. There was a visible damp area very place she touched, and it was clear she was enjoying the act.

Janice seemed suddenly just as confused. In place of her beautiful, doting wife, there was a slender and angry-looking teenager with piercings in unnatural places. Of course, she wasn’t terribly picky about her women, but that kind of jewelry was just unseemly.

“Now hold up there, missy... What’d you do with my wife?”

“Wife?” Krista shouted, “You’re a fucking teenager! You don’t have a wife!”

As if to punctuate the rising tension, Melissa managed to get herself off from her slow rubbing, and she let out a bellowing moo as an orgasm rolled through her.

“This is just too fuckin’ weird. You sick fucks are on your own!”

Janice watched the girl take off, and didn’t bother trying to stop her. A strange seed of doubt had taken root inside of her, and she suddenly didn’t quite know what was real or not. Even more immediate in her dim mind was a need to finish what she started. Thankfully, no one else was around aside from the dumb cow, so there was nothing stopping her from taking matters into her own hands.

She undid the button on her overalls, letting them pool around her feet. Kicking off the damp denim, she began to sit down on one of the boxes to relax and ease a little built up tension when she was suddenly struck by a feeling of... unreality. Everything, from the farm, to her cow, and even her history with her wife... none of it felt substantial anymore.

Like waking up from a dream, Janice gradually felt her lucidity return. With it, came the realization of everything she’d done so far that day, and the gusto at which she’d done it.

“Oh... oh god... Wh-what...” she stammered, as her mind reeled. In her panic, she searched for some kind of excuse, some kind of reason why she’d so eagerly indulge desires she never even knew she had. Nothing came to mind that could come close to inducing what she’d been through... what she’d felt.

She was shaken out of her shock when she felt a gentle nudging at her bare thigh. Melissa, still on all fours, looked up at her and mooed plaintively. It was enough to push her from indecision into action, and she scrambled to get out of the room. On the way out, she reached down and picked up the flimsy sun dress from the floor, to at least cover her somewhat as she went to find help.

Sliding it on, she ran out the door; leaving Melissa to slowly shuffle her way out into the hall in search of someone who could milk her.

Tara was such a good doggy! She licked and did tricks and anything else her owner wanted! Unfortunately, her angry, beautiful mistress had left her in the big empty office all by herself. Lucy had attached her leash to the big desk in the room, and Tara had barked and howled in protest.

Saliva dripped from the leash where she’d tried to chew herself loose, joining in the puddle her juices had made on the floor. Being very much in heat, the woman hadn’t been able to stop her sex from dripping. Besides that, without Lucy to stop her, she’d fucked herself stupid on everything she could reach. Still, none of it sated her carnal hunger, and so she began struggling against her bindings with greater fervor.

Her most recent attempt had her scratching at her little pink collar. Hands bunched up into useless paws, she flailed at the thing; panting from the exertion. Her effort was rewarded when, a few more clumsy attempts later, the clasp on the collar finally snapped. A rush of excitement sped through her dumb, doggy mind when she imagined finally being able to find a mate. Already she was crawling towards the door, her ass wagging behind her.

Free from the collar, Tara made it only a few feet before things started to feel strange. Confused, she sat up and held her head, while wondering when her owner was going to come back and help her. Slowly her old personality began to dawn on her, and she rose up onto unsteady legs.

“Wh-what the hell?” she muttered, looking around at the mess she’d made of both herself, and anything that had been within paw or mouth’s reach. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she realized something was definitely wrong here.

“There’s gotta be some kinda... kinda gas leak or something,” she said out loud, just to hear her own, human voice for a while. “The building... it was condemned, but they said it was safe... I have to get the girls out of here!”

Not caring about her nakedness, Tara burst from the room. She made a bee-line for the main hall, hoping she’d run into someone to either help, or be helped. What she found was a very naked, very busty woman crawling towards her, with a big cowbell clanking against her breasts.

“Melissa?! Are you okay?” she asked, rushing down the hall.

Melissa just gave out a long, slow moo in response, which only doubled down on the confusion Tara was feeling. Quick as she could, she pulled the collar and bell off of the other woman, before helping her up into a sitting position.

Melissa seemed to wobble in place, as though being on all fours was the only natural way for her to be. She even gave out a half-hearted moo while the light slowly crept back into her eyes, and even when she’d somewhat regained her clarity, she seemed more than a little taken by her own large breasts.

“Th-they were so full... the farmer... no one would milk me...” she muttered, gazing down at her tits.

“Snap out of it, I need your help! The girls, everyone, we’re all in danger!”

“Danger... what do you mean?” Melissa asked, panic slipping into her voice as her lucidity returned.

“It’s some kind of gas leak or something, I don’t know. It’s like a hallucigen, I think, and we’ve all been breathing the stuff non-stop.”

“Oh god, oh god... What are we gonna do?!” shouted Melissa, scrambling to her feet. Already she looked primed to take off running at any moment, but not in any helpful way. Seeing this, Tara gripped the woman by the shoulder, firm enough to get her attention.

“Focus! I’m gonna go and find the others as fast as I can. I need you to get to a phone and call the authorities. If you see any of the other girls, get them out of here. Got it?”

Melissa stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

“Do you understand?” Tara yelled, loud enough to make the other woman flinch.

“Y-yes! I’ll-I’ll find a ph-phone!” Melissa sputtered, turning around and taking off down one of the adjacent halls.

Alone again, Tara took a long, deep breath. Halfway through she stopped herself, and covered her mouth with her hand. She needed some kind of filter, something to keep the gas out. Thankfully, she was surrounded by a bunch of discarded outfits...

Joan had been up and playing for a while. She’d even dressed herself like a big girl, even though all her cute clothes were really, really tight. She’d had to struggle with the t-shirt for a while just to get it to cover her boobies, but eventually it just seemed to settle into place. It was the same with her little panties, which had strained nearly to the point of tearing as she pulled them up her legs. By the time she tugged them up to her waist, they were just right.

She smiled happily as she pulled on her socks, knowing her mommy was gonna be sooo proud of her for dressing herself. The thought briefly made her wonder just where her mother had gone to, but she lost that train of thought when she found all the super fun toys nearby. As it was, she was only halfway through playing with each of them when the door to her room opened up.

Joan popped to her feet, her tight clothes creaking from the sudden movement. Every part of her was filled with excitement and child-like expectation, but that flickered when she saw who came in.

“Janice?” Joan said, sounding both surprised and annoyed. “Where’d you get that... Mommy!”

Janice just stood there, confused for a moment as she watched her rival practically bounce over to her. The other teen had somehow managed to get herself into clothes far, far smaller than her usual size. The tightness of the outfit left nothing to the imagination, but she seemed to not notice or care about the way she was exposed.

“Oh my god, I wish I had my phone right now,” Janice said, watching Joan hop happily at her presence. “Bet the dean of admissions would just love to see you right n-oh!”

Joan had come right up to her, and was now hugged tightly around her midriff. Janice was immediately glad she’d decided to dress herself, as the other girl seemed completely oblivious to where her face was; pressed right against her rival’s breasts.

Janice laughed. As freaked out as she was, watching her ‘friend’ lovingly snuggling her chest was downright hilarious. Still, it was just another reminder that something was wrong, and soon her pragmatism over-rode her casual sadism.

“Okay, okay... Joan? Are you in there?” Janice asked, pushing the girl back gently.

Joan looked back at her with a cute, puzzled expression. “In where, mommy?”

Janice had to bite back a giggle when Joan began sucking her thumb right there in front of her. “Do you remember who you are?”

Rocking on her feet, Joan seemed to mull over the question while her pursed lips noisily sucked. “Uhhh... Joan?”

“Well, there’s that at least,” Janice muttered. “Okay... Do you remember anything else?”

Joan nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm, and from the grin on her face it was clear she was enjoying the game. “Uh huh!”

Janice sighed. “What else do you remember?”

“Ummm... that I like my bear, aaaand my dollies, aaaaand.... Oh! And that you’re my mommy!”

“Joan, I’m not...” Janice began, unsure of how to explain things, since she was more than confused herself. “I don’t...”

Joan just stood there, fidgeting and glancing back at her toys as if impatient to get back to playing.

Janice shook her head, trying to get her thoughts straight. “I just...” she began, feeling something finally click. “I just don’t know where your father’s gone off to!

In her panic, it never dawned on Melissa to go outside in search of a phone. Instead, she found herself frantically rushing down hallway after hallway checking doorknobs, looking for any room that might be open. Finally, after what seemed like a thousand locked doors, she practically stumbled into the first open office.

In contrast to the disarray of the other rooms, this one was neat and tidy, with stacks of folded costumes and clothes covering each and every flat surface. In her hurry to find a phone, Melissa tossed several of the stacks aside, panicking as she found nothing at all helpful.

The worst part wasn’t the fear of the unknown or the lack of help. No, it was the knowledge that there was a thick leather collar, and a bright brass cowbell out in the entry way calling to her. She could feel it reaching out to her, reminding her of what she truly was. Already it was becoming harder and harder to keep her hands off of her bare breasts, and a few times she’d caught herself slowly tugging her teats as her mind drifted into slow, bovine bliss.

This time she was standing in the center of the office, looking down at her udders while her fingers pulled rhythmically; each stoke causing her eyes to dim by degrees. Thankfully, the disappointment she felt when no milk came streaming out helped her to snap back out of it.

“I’ve gotta... I’ve gotta get ahold of mys-mooooooo!”

Melissa’s eyes widened in shock, even as the urge to moo, milk and breed sank even deeper into her psyche.

“It’s a gas leak, just like the supervisor said! I just need to find a phone, call for help, and get someone to milk me...”

Her hands drifted back up to her breasts, but this time she fought them away.

“Cl-clothes first...”

She scanned around the room, looking for something that’d suit her. No matter where she looked, she couldn’t seem to find her cowbell though. It became even more difficult as she felt herself steadily going into heat, and another plaintive moo slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

Knowing she couldn’t hold onto her lucidity much longer, she reached out and grabbed the first thing she saw; not caring that the black and red thong would be too small for her. She slipped it on one-handed and clumsy, her other hand alternating between her udders and her slit. As soon as the cloth slid into place, she began to feel much less confused. Everything began to come into focus, and even more so as she pulled on the baggy black jeans to match her panties.

“Now where’s my fuckin’ belt,” she muttered, shuffling through the mess. Again her efforts were impeded by her hand on her sex, but as her mind became more sharp, that simply sank into the background; as if her addled mind had just accepted that new part of herself. Either way, neither that nor the insistent throb of her sensitive teats kept her from finding the rest of her outfit.

The belt she found rolled up behind a pristine, folded stack of other clothes. Thick and studded, the weight felt good and natural as she strapped it in place; though she found she didn’t really need the thing. The jeans she remembered being so baggy before, were now tight on her; leaving the top of her ass visible above the strained waistline.

“Fuck it, let em look,” she said, shrugging it off.

Next came the t-shirt, black and beat up. It slipped on alright, but it was tight enough to rub on her udders constantly. Just walking around had her moaning with lust, and she ended up unzipping her fly just to have better access to her pussy. Thankfully, keeping one hand planted down her pants was enough to keep her need to breed in check, and she was able to get the rest of her outfit together. All she needed now was to go find her bell... but there was something else she was supposed to do. For a moment she stood there, touching herself while trying to remember what it was she’d come in there for. Eventually she just shrugged.

“Bitch wants something done, she can do it herself.”

“That’s right, that’s a good girl... resist it,” Tara said, fighting to keep a hold of herself.

She just couldn’t explain it. One minute she was off looking for the other girls, hoping to get them out of there before something terrible happened. The next, she was barking at herself in one of the bathroom mirrors, barely able to stay standing. It took longer than she cared to admit to pull herself away, and even longer to get her tongue to stay back in her mouth.

Even covering her face to try and filter things didn’t help. The first shirt she tried it with she ended up chewing on, and she didn’t dare try anything more risqué than that. Or at least, that’s what she’d planned on, until she found Lucy’s discarded clothing. It wasn’t the short skirt and tube top, or the tight corset she found. Instead, it was the plain white panties of a girl who never expected to show them off, and the outfit to match.

Tara had picked up the underwear before she realized what she was doing, whining softly. They smelled -and tasted, she found out- like her owner, who she desperately wanted to find. That need was one of the only things that eclipsed the steady urge to mate that ran through her core, and kept her from shredding the panties in an unchecked bout of chewing.

Still, she couldn’t seem to keep herself from touching them, sniffing them, and it was keeping her from making any sort of serious progress. As she couldn’t bring herself to put them down, she did the next best thing: she put them on.

It felt strange putting on another girl’s underwear, let alone her beautiful and perfect owner’s. More than that, as she tugged them on she felt a sudden pang of shyness, coupled with crippling self-consciousness. Scrambling to cover herself up and hide, she ended up putting on the rest of Lucy’s old clothes; though if anything, that only served to make her feel even more anxious.

“I’ve just gotta find my owner... then she’ll take care of me...” Tara muttered, fighting the urge to drop to all fours. “We’ll study, and get good grades... she’ll teach me all sorts of tricks at college...”

She continued pepping herself up as she went, periodically stopping to pant and scratch frantically behind her ear. The talking helped to keep her focused and on task, and to help her keep her hands off herself... as much as she could. More than once her little breaks ended with one of her paws down her panties, and drool dripping onto her tight t-shirt. Each time she’d realize what she was doing, lap her fingers clean and move on with her cheeks red with blush... and her pert ass wagging embarrassingly behind her.

Moments after her last indulgence, she found herself pausing mid-step. There was something in the air... something building that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was like a vibration, only deeper and more powerful.

“I-I’ve gotta get to Owner!”

Janice felt the change in the atmosphere too, causing her to shiver in place. The feeling was familiar in a way; like that strange sort of unreality she’d sensed earlier. It permeated the air, changing her perception of things with every pulse.

One moment she was a meek wife and proud mother, and the next she was the horny, uncultured husband looking for action. The two sides battled and blended, leaving her peering down the front of her own sun dress with a lusty smile on her face. Joan was likewise effected, becoming at once a good little girl, and the town slut; both packed inside a young woman’s curvy body.

“Mommy, I feel really, really strange...” Joan said, her soft, sweet voice coming out sultry and seductive.

Janice almost didn’t notice her. She had wiggled her way out of the top of the sun dress, and was practically drooling over her own bare tits. Almost annoyed, she glanced up, only to feel a sudden rush of shameful arousal.

Joan was kneeling in front of her, sucking on her thumb in a very, very suggestive way. The teen’s stiff nipples stuck out from her shirt, the two points standing in sharp contrast to the cutesy cartoon characters printed on it. Janice noted the girl’s panties were just as ill-suited; visibly soaked in the front, and tight against the lips of her sex.

“Oh... oh, baby...” Janice muttered, feeling the heady rush of lust when she caught sight of her lover. As shameful as it was, she couldn’t help but want the girl in front of her, and her body seemed to echo that need. Before long, she was tugging up her dress to her waist; stroking her slit while keeping her eyes locked on the vision before her.

Joan crawled closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust. When she got near, she gently reached out and took Janice’s hand, pulling it upward to begin suckling on the other girl’s sex-slick fingers. Soon, she crept lower, gradually letting Janice’s hand fall as her soft, pink lips met with her rival’s wet slit. Slowly, tentatively she brought her tongue out to taste the other girl, as if she hadn’t done it many, many times before.

Meanwhile, all around them the room began to shudder in an almost imperceptible way, echoing the steady drop of the sunset outside.

Krista staggered through the halls, feeling indescribably strange. It felt as though she were... empty, somehow. It was as though someone had taken the things that made her who she was, and put them on someone else. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, but neither was it pleasant. It was like her: it simply was.

Yet, bereft as she was of motivation inside, the teen still felt compelled to keep moving. Something called to her in the oddly expansive halls; beckoning her towards something she couldn’t quite grasp. The feeling was so strong, it even seemed to drown out the thrumming pulses in the walls.

Turning a corner, she found a dead end to the hallway, with an open door at the end of it. The light coming from it was like a beacon, giving her steady pace a little more push towards the end. Something in that room was her’s, in a way she couldn’t explain or even understand. It was more than a calling now... it was purpose.

As she stepped inside, the door closed behind her. She didn’t flinch in the slightest, as all her attention was fixed on the outfit laid out on the table in front of her. A smile spread on her face, wiping out the deadpan expression she’d worn. There it was... There she was.

Janice woke up slowly, her mouth almost buried under a tangle of another girl’s hair. She reached up to brush the obstruction away, only to find her arms wrapped around the soft warmth of a smooth, feminine body. Slowly, carefully she shifted in place, just enough to lift the pink, woolen blanket off of herself and her companion. Joan was laying on her, snuggled up against her bare body, sucking gently on her own thumb.

There was a brief moment of confusion, as Janice felt herself lean down and softly kiss the top of her rival’s head. The motion was enough to wake the other girl, who slowly stirred in Janice’s embrace.

It was odd... Janice knew who she was, and she could plainly remember all the horrible things her and Joan had said and done to one another. Layered over that like frosting, was a very strong affection, and she found herself smiling instead of completely blowing her top over the situation.

Joan seemed to go through the same sort of piecing together, though she did give out a surprised gasp when she noticed just what kind of pillows her head was resting against.

“Wh-what the... Mom-err... Janice, what happened last night?”

As confused as she was, Janice’s voice was soft, and seemed more pleased than worried.

“Truthfully, I’ve got no idea. All I know is... it feels over, somehow.”

Joan looked around, nodding softly. “I kinda feel that too. But...”

She turned over, moving so that her legs were straddling the other girl.

“It doesn’t have to be over over... does it?”

Janice grinned. “You naughty little girl!”

After another bout, and some hasty packing of their newly acquired outfits, the two girls wandered outside to find the community center a very, very different place. Cracks in the walls were patched, and all of the boxes and scattered clothes were completely missing. More than that, the hallways seemed diminished somehow, and they had no trouble at all reaching the main hall.

Almost no trouble, anyway. During their little trip they came across Melissa, who seemed just as changed by the evening as they were. The older woman was still dressed in Krista’s old clothes, through the t-shirt was tugged up past her breasts when they found her. She had a hand on each teat, and was steadily tugging them; sitting right there in the middle of the hallway.

“Oh, it’s you two,” Melissa said, almost scornfully. “Think one of you could give me a hand? They feel so fucking full, but I can’t seem to... to... Mooooooo!”

Joan and Janice both bust up laughing as Melissa bellowed out a moo at them. Melissa’s response was to, almost reluctantly, pull her hand away from one of her teats to flip them the bird.

“Fuck you rich bitches... None of you fuckers understand m... m... Mooooooo!”

They left her there, giggling as they went. Though they never did catch sight of Lucy or Tara, they did note a very noisy room on their way out. The sounds of loud, feminine barks marked their passing, followed by an assertive and sexy voice.

“Bad dog! Get back over here... I’m not done with you, yet.”

Not wishing to interrupt, the girls continued on their way.

The main hall was just as well-maintained as the rest of the place now seemed, and it was there the girls found their things. Everything from their clothing to their phones were all laid out on a table there, as if they were expected. Odd though it was, the girls were grateful to be dressed again; although they did both feel more than a little out of place in their old outfits.

As they were finishing getting dressed, the girls were startled by someone else coming into the room. It was a maid, dressed in a tight, almost scandalously short uniform. The material was so snug against the girl’s body; every detail was visible to anyone who looked; including a pair of rounded indents showing the maid’s pierced nipples.

“Krista... is that you?” Janice said, stunned. The girl before them looked like Krista, but the mannerisms were wholly different. Where Krista had been rough and rebellious, this made looked graceful and... sensual in a way.

“I trust everything is in order?” the maid asked, dodging the question. Both girls nodded in the affirmative. “Splendid! I do hope you enjoyed yourselves!”

Janice looked down at Joan with a smile and a blush. “We, uh... yeah, it was something else. Do... um... Do you know what happened to us yesterday? I mean, I still don’t quite understand—”

“And you wouldn’t, even if I told you,” the maid said, with a soft giggle.

Though she laughed, and there was still a smile on her face, the look in her eyes said to ask no more. Considering the bare flickers of it that Janice could recall, she thought it best not to press the subject. Instead, she focused on the sweet young thing by her side, and the plans she had for their future together.

The maid watched them leave, an eerie smile on her face. A few moments later she turned back to the place, ready to begin preparations for the next group.