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His Desired Girl: Part 2

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His Desired Girl: Part 2
Is Jacob Transforming Emily?
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Emily stood in the bathroom stall, frowning at the stain in the

back of her skirt.

She had already been getting wet from the furtive glances she had

been receiving all day; Hannah's shocked expression in first period
was particularly stimulating; but seeing Jacob just stare at her in
obvious arousal had her absolutely drenched. This was easily the
wettest she'd ever gotten in public. As it was, she might have to
spend next period in the bathroom to wait for her skirt to dry out.

Also, both to her dismay and excitement, she was growing again. It

seemed to only be focused on her tits this time, and her bra was
already starting to feel quite constricting. If she wasn't in public
she would've been thrilled. The possibility of getting big enough to
burst out of a 32L bra was awesome, but she didn't want it to happen
while people were around. Okay, maybe a small part of her did
want it to, but in the end her ego outmatched her id on this
occasion.

She wouldn't mind it happening in front of Jacob, though. He

obviously had taken a liking to her new tits. Or had he? One minute
he was staring at them, and the next he suddenly looked angry and
turned away. He did the same thing when he looked at her ass, too.
Did she go too far with the teasing? She honestly couldn't help
herself when he was so obviously enraptured by her body. He had
seemed to like what she was doing; until he didn't.

Her phone vibrated in her bag. It was a text from Jacob.

can you meet me behind the school?

Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe he would try asking her out again?

Maybe he'd even; no, probably not, but a girl could hope. She texted
him back saying she was coming.

Just before she left the stall, though, she heard other people

enter the bathroom.

"I can't believe that little slut got a boob job,"

Hannah Burton said.

"It had to be more than that. Didn't you see her ass?"

replied her friend. Wasn't her name April or something?

A third girl spoke up. "I'm telling you, she'd have to get,

like, full-on plastic surgery to get that kind of body, and no one
can heal from that in just one weekend. It was probably growth
hormones or something."

"If that kind of thing existed, then why would anyone get

fake tits?" April(?) asked sarcastically.

Hannah huffed. "Either way, it's fucking gross."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind having bigger boobs, but there's such

a thing as too big."

Hannah laughed. "And the stupid cow is flaunting it all

around like she wants to suck every dick in the school. Fucking
whore."

Their conversation went on like that until they eventually left

the bathroom. Emily looked down at herself. Is that what everyone
thought? That she had gotten plastic surgery or took some kind of
drug to get like this? It; it shouldn't have bothered her, but it
did. She'd been getting so proud of her body; she didn't like the
thought of anyone thinking it was fake.

Was that why Jacob had gotten angry all of the sudden? That he

thought she was fake?

She suddenly wasn't feeling very confident about meeting him

behind the school, but she had to go. It was the only way to find out
how he felt about her.

After the bell for third period rang, she left the bathroom. No

one was in the hallways, but she held her bag behind her just in
case. She went out the back exit of the school and saw Jacob in the
distance. The sight of him sent another shiver through her womanhood,
and to her surprise she felt a warm, tingling sensation around her
nipples as well. That was new.

He was facing away from her, leaning his side on the brick wall of

the school, his heel bouncing rapidly on the ground. Emily walked up
behind him, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Hey."

He flinched and started to turn around, but then he stopped

himself.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you out here," he

said. His shoulders were tense, and there was a quality to his tone
that she couldn't quite place.

He made to leave.

"Wait!"

Emily grabbed his hand, and they both froze. The moment her skin

touched his, she felt the tingling in her nipples intensify and
radiate throughout the entirety of her tits. She let out a little
whine of pleasure as she felt her bra snap, the cups falling away
slightly so that her nipples were exposed to the inside of her shirt.
She felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of her boobs.

Unaware of her situation, Jacob pulled his hand away and turned.

"Emily, I; " He trailed off, staring wide-eyed at her

tits.

A hand was on her shoulder before she could say anything, pushing

her back to the wall. Jacob pulled in close, his other arm slamming
on the wall behind her. His chest was pressing against her tits, and
she could feel his rapid, shallow breathing.

Was he going to do it? She felt wetness dripping down the inside

of her thighs. He was so close that she had to look up to see his
face. She tilted her head, ready for him to take her, but seeing his
expression immediately dampened her mood.

Pure anguish. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know

what.

"J-Jacob?"

He pulled away from her as if she were on fire, and she thought

she could see his eyes glistening before he turned away.

"I," his voice wavered. "I need to go. I'm sorry."

He quickly went back inside, and she had no idea what to do.



What the fuck was wrong with him?!

Jacob stalked down the hallways, wiping at his eyes as his horror

transformed into self-directed rage. The moment he sent that text he
knew it was the wrong decision. What was he going to say? "Hey
Emily, I know you said you didn't want to go out with me last week,
but now you're even hotter than before so can I fuck you?"
Fucking idiot.

When she held his hand, he began to think that maybe she would

hear him out; that what he was going to ask her wasn't completely
fucking stupid, but then he saw her and she was;

She was beyond sexy, beyond beautiful; her angelic face and full,

parted lips a picture of feminine pleasure, her tits exploding from
the confines of her bra, her nipples forming giant tents in her shirt
as they soaked the fabric in leaking breast milk, revealing
beautifully large, pink areolas. There was no single word good enough
to describe her.

And then he fucking assaulted her! Fuck!

He turned a corner and nearly crashed into someone coming from the

opposite direction.

"Watch where you're going, dumba; pifft!"

It was Hannah. Of course. He was starting to think this day

couldn't get any worse.

He glared at her. "What?"

She stifled her annoying laughter. "You happy to see me or

something?" she asked, looking down at his groin.

He felt heat rising to his face. He was still hard, and the bulge

in his pants was clearly visible.

"And what's going on with your shirt?"

He shoved past her. "Fuck off. I'm not in the mood to deal

with your bullshit."

"Oh, I bet this is good," she said as he walked

away.

Ignoring her, he turned into the nearest bathroom. Seeing that it

was empty, he entered a stall and freed his cock. He began pumping
it, hoping he would calm down after a quick orgasm, but as he did he
noticed something crazy.

He was bigger. It looked like his penis had gained over an inch in

length, and it felt quite a bit thicker in his grip. He grabbed his
balls, and they felt much larger, each one about the size of
a ping pong ball. He was hung like a porn star, which only served to
increase his arousal.

He continued pumping, getting used to using longer strokes than he

was used to. With his gaze focused downward, he could see the large
twin stains on his shirt from where he had pressed himself to Emily's
tits. Feeling a mix of shame and undeniable lust, he pulled up his
shirt, bringing one of the wet splotches to his face. He could tell
that the smell was different from Emily's; other fluids. It seemed
thicker, creamier. He stuffed some of the fabric into his mouth and
sucked on it, wringing out as much milk as he could. His cock pulsed
as a tiny bit of milk went down his throat. It tasted amazing, even
with the acrid taste of his shirt threatening to overpower it.

He could only imagine what it would taste like directly from the

source.

With that thought, he felt his body tense, building to climax.

Realizing he forgot to get some toilet paper and that he wasn't in a
good position to aim at the toilet, he cupped his hand in front of
his penis before convulsing in pleasure. Wave after wave of cum
erupted from his cock, each load blasting into his hand and dripping
heavily into the toilet.

His orgasm lasted twice a long as it usually did, and as it died

down into small aftershocks, he marveled at the amount of cum he had
produced. His hand was covered in the stuff, and that wasn't even the
bulk of it! He glanced down at his improved equipment in awe, before
groaning in realization.

He was still hard as diamonds.



Emily had her arms wrapped tight around her tits as she made her

way through the halls to the student parking lot. The tingling
sensation that had accompanied her sudden growth was; though dulled;
still present, and she had a feeling that she knew what that meant.
Breast-milk continued to leak from her nipples, soaking down her
shirt in two wide streaks.

She had hoped she could get to her car before anyone saw her, but

her luck today was continuing to be terrible.

"Ha! I knew I'd find you," Hannah said from behind her.

Emily hunched over, holding herself tighter. "Go away."

"Saw your boyfriend a second ago. He was pissed."

Emily tried walking faster, but Hannah would not let up.

"Holy shit, are your boobs even bigger? Fucking

gross. At least I can tell Sydney that her hormone theory was;"
Hannah had caught up to her and fell silent when she saw the front of
Emily's tits.

"Oh my god!" She stopped for a moment, shocked,

but just as Emily passed her Hannah's lips twitched upward into a
predatory grin.

Emily ran. Whatever Hannah had to say, she didn't want to hear it.

Luckily, the bully wasn't trying to follow her, apparently having
gotten what she wanted out of her.

She made it to her car and went home, leaking breast-milk the

entire way. When she finally pulled into her driveway, she rushed out
of the car and went to her parents' bathroom.

She took off her shirt, shuddering as she peeled the wet fabric

off of her skin. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, with
even the slightest brush of her fingertips sending pleasurable shocks
through her tits.

They were so big; two basketball-sized orbs hanging down

heavily to her belly-button. Despite their size, they looked perfect.
They were round and perky, sagging just enough to form into two
immaculate teardrops. Her nipples were huge; each one around
two inches in both length and thickness with areolas that were over
five inches wide.

She squeezed her tits and quickly discovered how good it felt to

be milked. Curious, she lifted her right tit to her mouth and suckled
on her own nipple, nibbling on it as milk flooded into her mouth. It
was thick, creamy, and delicious, and she couldn't help but want
more. Only a few seconds of this was enough to send her into orgasm,
and she felt her legs give out. She collapsed to her knees, letting
her tit fall from her mouth with a long, pleasured moan. Her milk
flow surged, with two large streams arcing from her nipples while
dozens of tiny streamers sprayed from her areolas in every direction.

As her orgasm faded, her flow reduced back to a slow, continuous

leak. Her breathing was ragged as she returned to awareness.

If she could just forget about everything else, then she would

just want to keep getting bigger and bigger, but she couldn't get
what Hannah said out of her head. "Gross". No one but a
nympho like Emily could think that boobs this big were sexy. That
look on Jacob's face; she didn't know what caused it, but it couldn't
have been anything good. Did he think her boobs were gross, too?

She lifted herself up, careful not to slip in her milk. Her tits

were so heavy that they were starting to mess up her balance. She
pulled a towel out of the bathroom closet and draped it over them so
that more of her milk wouldn't drip onto the floor.

She took some dildos out of her parents' room and brought them

back into the bathroom, dropping them into their large whirlpool tub.
She delicately stepped into it and laid down, pulling the towel from
her tits and letting her milk flow freely. She grabbed a dildo and
brought it to her pussy, gasping in pleasure as it entered her. She
squeezed a hand around her nipple, pretending it was Jacob suckling
at her teat.

As much as she hated herself for it, there was only one thing that

could distract her from her depressed thoughts, and she could really
use a distraction right now.



After the third orgasm, Jacob had figured that he wouldn't be able

to calm down any time soon, so he left school early. After spending
two hours locked in his bathroom, cumming who knows how many
times, he was finally soft.

He opened a window after wiping himself off. The smell of cum

permeated the room, and he desperately hoped it would air out before
his parents got home.

Now that he wasn't consumed with lust, he could recognize how

strange everything had been from the moment that Emily had walked
into the classroom. His mind had been so addled that he never even
questioned how she'd grown so much. Now, though, he realized how
utterly bizarre it all was.

He had a few theories about what was going on, but that could

wait. Right now he needed to apologize to Emily for being such a
sleaze.

He picked up his phone and tried to call her, sighing as he only

got her voicemail. Hanging up, he instead tried sending her a text.

Hey Emily. I'm really, really sorry about how I acted today.

Are you alright?

It was a shitty apology, he knew, but he just couldn't bring

himself to go into detail over how much of a jerk he had been. He hit
send, hoping she would get back to him.

He entered his room and locked the door before falling onto his

bed. Looking down, he admired his new size. It looked big even while
flaccid. He had measured himself the moment he got home, and at full
erection he was sporting a hefty seven and a half inches, with two
inch wide balls that apparently supplied an ungodly amount of sperm.

It seemed whatever was affecting Emily was affecting him as well,

though only in one aspect. He couldn't find anything different about
himself other than his junk.

Did Emily know why this was happening? Either way, they would have

to talk about it. It was definitely going to be awkward as hell, but
he couldn't just ignore this. Hopefully he would be prepared for when
he saw her tomorrow. He couldn't afford to go crazy like he did
today.



Jacob gazed at the empty chair next to him. Emily had never

replied to his text, and now she had skipped school. He was starting
to get worried. He'd like to think that her parents had taken her to
a doctor or something, but he couldn't shake the feeling that that
wasn't the case.

The bell rang, and Jacob absentmindedly left the classroom. As he

made his way to his next class, he saw Hannah and her friends
standing in the hallway, laughing about something.

"It was hilarious. The dumb bimbo literally had to carry her

boobs just to walk."

Her friends laughed as Hannah hunched over and pretended to carry

a heavy load against her chest.

Jacob approached them and gave Hannah a glare.

"Seriously, what is your problem?" he asked.

"Oh, hey, it's the boyfriend." Hannah smirked and

glanced at his crotch. "Aw, am I not doing it for you? Guess you
only get off to cows."

"Fuck you." He walked away. These idiots weren't worth

his time.

"How eloquent. Could you tell me something?" Hannah

said, voice raised so everyone in the hall could hear her.

Jacob took in a calming breath and just kept walking.

"Were you mad because you knocked her up, or because

someone else did?"

He stopped, fist clenching as he turned around. The volume of the

conversations around them noticeably dimmed. "What are you
talking about?"

"That's what you were pissed about yesterday, right? I mean,

she's obviously pregnant."

"I'm pretty sure she isn't," he replied, already

regretting rising to her bait.

"So how do you explain the milk leaking out of those ugly

udders of hers?"

"Even if she was pregnant, how is that any of your

business?"

He could tell that that was the wrong response, going by the way

Hannah grinned in triumph.

"So she is pregnant!" She turned to her

friends. "Think the kid'll be fucked up from whatever drug she's
using to blow herself up?"

"Are you a fucking psychopath?" Jacob asked,

seething. Several onlookers stared at Hannah as if they were
wondering the same thing.

Hannah simply sneered and walked away with her lackeys following

behind her.

Jacob left in the opposite direction, ignoring the murmur of quiet

conversations that began to spread through the hall. He couldn't take
it anymore. He needed to know if Emily was alright.

He exited the school and went to his car while trying one more

time to call Emily. She didn't answer, so he started looking up
addresses for any nearby Tenner residences. She had told him that she
lived in White Springs, one of the ritzier neighborhoods in the area,
so he didn't have to look very hard to find an address that fit the
bill. "Michael and Jessica Tenner" were most likely her
parents.

After a half hour drive, he made his way into the suburb, admiring

how big all the houses were. When his GPS had indicated that he had
arrived at his destination, he turned into the driveway of one of the
mini-mansions.

He looked in his rear-view mirror and saw that the red SUV that

had been driving behind him for a while turned into the driveway as
well. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat.
Emily's parents, probably. Well, this was awkward.

They both parked, and when he exited his car, he was met with two

stunning individuals, though one was much more stunning than the
other. No wonder Emily was so hot. God, her mom was built.

Luckily he was able to keep his ogling to a minimum. Hopefully

they didn't notice, as they already didn't seem to be in a forgiving
mood.

The woman gave him a suspicious look. "Can we help you?"

Jacob suddenly found his shoes to be utterly fascinating. "Uh,

are you Emily Tenner's parents?"

"We are," Mr. Tenner said.

"I'm Jacob Housley; one of her friends from school. Is; Is

she doing alright? She didn't come to school today and she won't
answer her phone."

Some of the tension in their stances eased, though not completely.

"I'll go look for her," Mrs. Tenner said before swiftly

making her way to the front door.

Mr. Tenner watched her go and turned back toward Jacob with a

halfhearted smile. "Sorry about that. We've been away from home
and Emily hasn't been answering our calls since Sunday, so we're a
bit worried."

Jacob furrowed his brow. "How long have you been gone?"

The worry on Mr. Tenner's face deepened. "We left Friday

evening. Why, did something happen?"

"Uh, well; "



Emily stood in the bathtub, leaning over at a ninety degree angle,

letting her watermelon-sized tits hang freely under her. She kept one
hand on the side of the tub while the other milked her tits,
alternating with every squeeze. She wanted to do both at the same
time, but at this point her boobs were so heavy that she wouldn't
have been able to keep her balance in this position.

She couldn't believe she didn't think to try this sooner. She had

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