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                            Part II - Side Effects!

 

     For the next month Alf visited Lynne's room each night and played

hide-and-seek with Lynne and Herbert. Well, not necessarily every night;

sometimes Lynne would sneak out to Alf's little apartment in the garage for a

quick snack of Melmakian sausage and cream. But there was more chance of

discovery there, for she could never be sure what trouble Alf might have gotten

into and therefore her father, Willie, might come barging in unexpectedly.



     At least in her room, with the lock on the door, there was little chance

of the two of them being discovered as Herbert slid in and out of her wet pussy

- at least not so long as she didn't cry out in joy!



     And she WAS careful. If her mom, Kate, ever found out - well, she'd put a

stop to the fucking right away. And what would happen then to Lynne's

addiction? She'd die! She just knew it.



     And besides, once she'd gotten used to the orange haired little guy, she'd

come to enjoy their sex sessions. Alf was quite a talented lover, she had to

admit. He knew just how to toy with her nipples and make her shiver so

heavenly. And that long, delicious tongue! How wonderful it felt when he sent

it slithering up into the deepest recesses of her pussy, tingling the walls of

her cunnie. And the little rasps along its length - pure ecstasy as Alf ran it

across her hot little clit - orgasm after sheering orgasm pulsing through her

body.



     And Herbert. Beautiful fat, thin, long, plump, thick, penetrating,

probing, thrusting, spurting, fountaining Herbert! If only men had dicks that

they could control like Alf could control Herbert. He could make Herbert as

thick as necessary to fill every bit of her pussy, to almost rip her apart, or

leave him finger thin but oh so very long to probe and tantalize her very

depths so that her pussy quivered and fluttered, trying to wrap itself around

the invader and thereby teasing her to heights of frustration and eventual

wonderful bliss.



     She couldn't let Kate, or anyone, take Alf away from her now. She would go

insane and die - not just because of her uncurable addiction to his sperm - but

because no man would ever be able to give her the same sexual bliss!



     But it was starting to become harder to hide their lovemaking. Not because

of the noise or their movements from room to room, but because of the

side-effects that the continual ingestion of Alf's Melmakian seed was beginning

to have on her body. Some of those effects were good, some bad. Well, not bad,

but inconvenient.



     On the good side, all of her female sex organs were becoming more

pronounced.



     Lynn had always had a delicate pussy. But now she was developing large

fleshy, meaty lips to her pussy. Before, once her panties were on, she could

barely distinguish her cunnie behind them while looking in the mirror. But now,

her pussy was prominent, the lips large and sensitive. When she wore her tight

jeans she was constantly perspiring from the sexual teasing that the tight

crotch gave her pussy with each step.



     And during sex, they were oh so very tender. Alf would spend half an hour

between her spread thighs. As his long tongue eagerly thrust deep into her

pussy, his lips and teeth would toy with her thick pussy lips. His hairy

fingers would pull them wide and tease the edges before he finally attacked her

rigid clitty.



     Before she had begun slurping down Alf's addictive jism, Lynne's clit,

when fully erect, had been only a quarter inch long - though sensitive as hell.

But now it had grown so that it was a full inch and a half long when fully

aroused. Even when not aroused, it was a half inch long and often protruded

from its sheath at the top of her now bountiful pussy flesh.



     At bed at night, after Alf had filled her pussy with his hot cum and then

stolen back to the garage, Lynne would often lie awake, use the fingers of one

hand to hold back her pussy lips and with the other hand she would slowly

finger her large clitty, letting the sweet sensual bliss sweep through her as

she drifted to sleep.



     But during the day, at school, her meaty pussy and distended clitty would

often be so tormented by her tight jeans that she would have to lock herself

into a toilet cubicle, drop her jeans and practically rip apart her panties to

get at her crotch. She would then eagerly begin to squeeze and massage her

pussy lips and finger her clitty until she reached a rousing orgasm.



     She didn't think that any of her classmates noticed the uncomfortableness

of her pussy and clit. In fact, she was sure of it because they couldn't take

their eyes off of what had happened to her breasts.



     For years, Lynne's long brown curls had fallen down onto her pert 32A

bust, but over the last month - yes, in just one month - she had filled out

magnificently into a 38D cup. And in fact, she only wore the bra for appearance

sake, for her wonderful new tits were high and firm, like bullets jutting from

her chest. They didn't sag and needed no support. All the girls were in awe of

her quick development, and all the boys were horny as hell to get her out on a

date.



     The bra was not necessary for support, but was needed to maintain a

modicum of decorum. As her breasts had grown so firm, so had her nipples. From

soft tiny nubbins they had grown into firm eighth inch long bullet heads, which

grew to almost a half inch long when aroused. And since her pussy and clit were

tingling almost all the time, so were her glorious nipples. As it was, her

nipples pushed firmly against her bra, exposing little humps on her tight

sweaters for all to see her erotic nature. Had she not worn the bra, her

appearance would have been lewd and lascivious.



     And what wonderful tits they were, so full of feeling and warmth. Lynne

gloried in the new weight on her chest, the new pleasure that she received by

pinching her overgrown nipples, letting the milk squirt into Alf's eager mouth!



     Yes, milk. For her tits were large and firm, her nipples full and

distended because she was constantly full of milk. Alf's Melmakian hormones,

entering her body through her sperm injection every day, had spurred on the

production of milk in her mammaries. At first she had been worried by the

growth of her tits, but one night in the heat of passion, as Herbert speared in

and out of her slippery cunnie, Lynne had been squeezing her enlarging tits,

grasping and tormenting the aureolae, pinching her nipples to increase the

titillation, the pain, the glorious pleasure, when suddenly a fine spray of

milk had ejaculated from her nipples.



     Eagerly, Alf engulfed one of her nipples in his snout, his lips had locked

around her aureola and he had begun eagerly sucking on her tit. Lynne had

squirmed in pleasure at the sensation of milk streaming through her nipple into

Alf's mouth and down his gullet. She had continued squeezing her other tit,

watching the spray of milk, and giggling at the perverse pleasure this gave

her.



     From then on it was a nightly ritual for Alf to milk Lynne. Sometimes he

would wrap his lips and tongue around her firm long nipples and suck her

mammary juice straight from the tit. Other nights he truly milked her. Lynne

would kneel on all fours above a pan and Alf would grasp her nipples like the

udders of a cow and he would milk her, spraying her milk onto the shallow pan

and later pouring it carefully into cups. Alf would take a cup and Lynne would

take a cup and they would slowly sip her milk.



     At other times, Alf would save up a few days milk in a container which he

kept in the fridge, telling the family to keep away from it. Lynne got a

depraved tingle deep in her soul when Alf would pour himself a cup of milk -

her milk - from his container, and drink it with dinner in front of the whole

family.



     And she loved her new tits - firm, vibrant. When she would lay on her

back, with Alf between her thighs ramming Herbert deep inside of her, her tits

did not flatten out from gravity. They still pointed high at the ceiling, her

long nipples rigid, eager for the strumming of her fingers.



     Very early on, her pubic hair had begun to grow more rapidly until she had

a thick bush above her cunnie - a thick bush of long hair the same colour as

Alf's fur. She didn't mind, so long as Alf didn't mind.



     And her long brown hair had been growing in thicker as well - with orange

roots. She had had to go to a hair dresser once a week to have it dyed and cut,

just so that her folks wouldn't notice, but now it was becoming harder and

harder to hide from her mom!