Celeste screams with frustration, gripping and writhing and huffing. Her unfocused eyes desperately scan the room, unseeing.
I consider soothing her with words, but that’s not she needs right now. As soon as she melted under my hand, I could tell. I now understand exactly why she became a hucow.
I suppose it makes sense; I’ve always been good at understanding without words. It’s why I’ve been able to tend the caimites.
And why I know exactly what Celeste needs.
Right now, she needs my voice—but not to understand my words.
I reach around behind her ear and disable her neural implant. She moans and leans into my touch.
“You’re doing so well, Celeste.”
She tips her chin up as she hears me, but there’s no glimmer of recognition or forebrain processing behind her eyes. My voice is nothing but soothing tones to her. Perfect.
“I’m going to stimulate you again,” I tell her, narrating aimlessly like I do with my caimites. “You’re almost there.”
I start with her breasts first, knowing vaginal and vulvar stimulation will be most likely to tip her into premature orgasm.
Her whimpering is pained, and I’m forced to add genital stimulation almost immediately.
This will require perfect precision. The first orgasm after transformation is followed by extreme sensitivity. Any milk left in her breasts will be excruciating, and any subsequent milking will be torture.
Changing stimulation patterns can aid in delaying orgasm, so I slip a second finger into Celeste’s cunt.
“I need you to stretch for me.” This will now be a larger diameter than the average human phallus.
She tips her head back and moans perfectly, trembling with another surge of growth. When her moan softens into panting gasps, milk beads and drips from her nipples.
“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re ready now.”
There’s no question in my mind; I’m not using the milking machine. I need to control her stimulation precisely. I lean down and gently lick her nipple, taking it into my mouth.
A rush of milk hits my tongue as Celeste whimpers with relief.
My whole body shudders. It’s hot and sweet and incredibly creamy, like nothing I’ve ever tasted.
I lose my composure, sucking hard, and Celeste screams with ecstasy.
Her cunt flutters around my fingers, and I’m forced to stop all stimulation again.
Celeste’s desperate cry cuts to my core.
“I’m sorry. You’re alright. You just need to relax for a moment. Just breathe…”
My voice soaks into her, even without words, and she trembles, then slowly softens.
“Such a good girl. That’s right. Relax.”
I won’t make that mistake again—even though my abdomen throbs and spasms, itching to curl under and toward her. The tip of my cock has spread the chitin plates at the end of my abdomen, and I feel it dripping onto the floor.
Good thing I’ve always been a man of focus.
I switch breasts, relieving the worst of the pressure. Fuck, she tastes incredible. I had no idea what I was missing. Every cell of my being craves her flavor, her heat. I’ll quickly drain these small teats—which is good for Celeste’s condition—but I’ll soon ensure they grow and develop properly under my care.
Now, all that’s needed is patience.
I gradually ramp up Celeste’s stimulation as I switch breasts, drawing her closer and closer to climax.
