From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:Amy sipped her drink. It was a quiet night for The Zone and A

From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:Amy sipped her drink. It was a quiet night for The Zone and Amy was enjoying the solitude.“Oh, my,” said a voice. “What a simply fetch top!”Amy turned around and there standing behind her were two visions of pure fashion. Each was cosmetic perfection, shaped by nature and perfected by science. Every article of clothing had been created by designers likely known by single names. One had hair that was long, blonde and styled within an inch of its life. The other was brunette, with soft waves that were equally styled. Their perfect features were artistically delighted. “I beg your pardon?” said Amy.“And you’re British?” said the blonde, dramatically fanning her face. “Are you trying to overheat my pu-…I mean, are you trying to make me overheat?”The brunette giggled. “Brooke!” she said. “You’re so uncouth!”Amy raised an eyebrow.The blonde took a step closer. Her perfume was something light and mysterious. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Jillian is quite right. Very forward of me. My name is Brooke. My friend is Jillian.”“Pleased to meet you,” said Amy. “I’m Amy.”“Charmed, indeed,” said Brooke. “I was commenting on your top. It’s lovely.”Amy smiled. “Thank you, Brooke,” she said, “but considering the nature of your outfit, I find it hard to believe that my top managed to capture your attention.”“Oh, please,” said Jillian, rolling her eyes. “It wasn’t your top that got her attention.”Amy raised an eyebrow. “No?”“No,” said Brooke, giving Jillian a sideways glare. “Your navel caught my eye. Your top exposes your midsection and I happen to enjoy an attractive belly button. As my friend just has the bad taste to point out.”“Really?” said Amy, amused.“Yes,” said Brooke. “I just do. And your accent is…well, if you’re trying to melt me into a puddle of goo, you’re succeeding.”“Fashionable goo,” said Jillian, in obvious support of her friend.“I see,” said Amy, squaring her hips slightly so her exposed navel faced Brooke. She wasn’t above a bit of ruthless flirting herself.Brooke’s hips twitched in response. She took a step closer. “That’s not to insinuate I don’t find the rest of you equally interesting,” she said, letting her fingers slide lightly over Amy’s navel, her manicured nails trailing briefly over Amy’s belly button.Amy gasped lightly as her belly muscles twitched under Brooke’s fingertips, partly in response to Brooke’s sensual aggression, partly in response to the sudden tendrils of heat and pleasure Brooke’s fingertips were creating as they manipulated Amy’s sensitive belly button.“Oh, geez,” said Jillian. “Get a room, you two.”Amy took a breath, took a moment to compose herself. “You’re certainly quite forward.”Brooke smiled. “When I know what I want, I don’t waste time,” she said. “May I buy you a drink?”*****One drink turned into several, although Amy was unsure of the exact number, as Brooke and Jillian had a way of getting Amy a fresh drink when she wasn’t looking.Along with pouring drinks into Amy, Brooke continued to flirt, ruthlessly working her fingers over Amy’s sensitive belly button any number of times. By the time Brooke hinted about taking Amy back to her apartment in downtown Heights, Amy offered little resistance. She wasn’t prepared to admit it to Brooke, but the blonde socialite’s constant manipulations of Amy’s belly button had left the Brit an embarrassingly wet mess. But that was fine. Amy had a plan of her own.Brooke obviously had a weakness for cute belly buttons. Amy was going to use that to domme the little socialite into submission.Brooke’s friend Jillian seemed almost equally taken with Amy’s belly button, but Brooke was clearly the dominant figure of the two. If Amy got Brooke under her thumb, Jillian was almost certainly not far behind.Amy smiled to herself. It was a foolproof plan. Alcohol-fueled, perhaps, but still foolproof.*****“Do you like it?” asked Brooke, waving a hand about. “Daddy pays for it, of course. Lovely view of the city.”“Oh, my,” said Amy. “Gorgeous.”“I’m glad you like it,” said Brooke, trailing her fingers over Amy’s belly. “Now I think you know how much I love your belly button. And I think I’ve got something special that will be perfect for it.”“Oh?” said Amy. Brooke nodded. “Oh, yes,” she said. “Just give me a moment to get it.”The socialite disappeared into another room and emerged a minute later. Her hands were behind her back.“This is a very personal gift, you know,” said Brooke. “I’m imprinting it myself just for you.”“Imprinting?” said Amy.Jillian giggled. “C’mon, Brooksie. Show her.”“Patience, Jilli,” said Brooke. “You know I have to make sure the imprinting is complete first.”Amy said, “What are you talking about?”Brooke waited a few more seconds, then finally held out her hand. Sitting on her palm was what appeared to be an elongated slug. It was several inches long and widest at the head, gradually decreasing in thickness down through the tail. Tiny filaments encircled its head.Amy stared at the creature, trying to process just what Brooke would be doing with the squirmy, wriggling creature. “What in the world would you think I’d want with something like that?”Brooke smiled, her perfect teeth gleaming. “I may have lied a bit about that,” she said. “It’s not really for you. It’s for my boyfriend.”Amy blinked. “Your boyfriend?”“Yes,” said Brooke. “it’s his birthday. Jillian?”Too late Amy realized that Brooke was signaling her friend. She felt her arms grabbed from behind and held. Jillian leaned backward then, forcing Amy’s shoulders back, exposing Amy’s belly even more.Brooke slapped the slug against Amy’s belly and held it there.Amy’s eyes widened as she felt the creature squirm beneath the socialite’s fingers. Then Amy gasped as she felt the slug’s head press into her belly button.“No!” screamed Amy, struggling against Jillian’s armlock, but lacking the necessary leverage to free herself. “Stop it! Stop it, Brooke! Please!”Amy wriggled, feeling her arms slip within Jillian’s grasp. She would be free in seconds. But it was already too late. She could feel the slug’s head pushing into her belly button, forcing itself inside her, using her belly button as a tunnel. The analytical part of her brain noted there was almost no pain, only an intensity, a strange rippling sensation centered from her belly button. She could feel the slug wriggling inside her now, deeper, embedding itself within her.The ripples became stronger now, more intense, more heated. Jillian released Amy’s arms and Amy dropped to her knees, her hands cupping her belly. The ripples were stronger now, composed of pure heat and arousal. Amy lubricated, hard and immediately. She was impossibly wet, wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Helplessly hot, nipples rigid, aroused beyond belief, Amy put her head back and mewled. Then her hips bucked hard as she came, her mind suddenly locked from mind-numbing intensity and pleasure.And then Amy was still, her eyes closed, lips parted slightly as she caught her breath.“Nice,” said Brooke. “And deliciously hot. Now stand up, Amy.”Amy heard Brooke’s words and wondered briefly how to handle the situation, but to her surprise, she found herself getting to her feet. Jillian squealed and clapped. “Oh! It worked perfectly!”Brooke smiled as well. “So far, yes,” she said. “Let’s put it to the test, shall we?”Amy’s heart hammered in her chest. What the hell had Brooke done to her?Jillian said, “Oh, yes! Do it!”“Amy,” said Brooke, “take off your top and bra.”Had Brooke lost her mind? Amy opened her mouth to tell Brooke to go screw herself, but then she gasped as she realized her hands were already moving, sliding her top up and off her body, unhooking her bra. Freeing her breasts. Leaving her standing in front of Brooke topless, her nipples still rigid.Oh, gawd. There were pulses of heat and pleasure as she obeyed Brooke’s instructions. The little slug was conditioning her.Brooke smiled. “Oh, that’s lovely,” she said. “Warren will certainly approve.”Jillian giggled. “He will, won’t he?” she said. “He does like titties.”“Stop it!” said Amy, through clenched teeth. “Stop it! You are not going to strip me for your fucking entertainment!”“Oh, shush, Amy, and take off your shoes and socks,” said Brooke. She turned back to Jillian. “Yes, he does. But that’s just a bonus. Wait ‘til he finds out what his real present is.”Cheeks flaming, Amy found herself slipping off her shoes, then her socks. Her belly button pulsed in approval as she did so. In moments she was standing in front of Brooke and Jillian topless and barefoot, unable to utter a word of protest.Jillian giggled. “Omigod, yes!” she said. “He is going to love it! Just where did you manage to find that little squishy? Chinatown?” “As if,” said Brooke. “You couldn’t give me a Heights Chinatown faux Enslaver. Let’s just say I know a guy. Amy, take off your jeans and panties.”Furious but unable to react, Amy felt her hands reach below her throbbing, rippling belly button and unbutton her jeans, her thumb pressing against her lower belly. Her brain screamed resistance, but her traitor feet stepped out of her jeans. Moments later her pink underwear lay on top of her jeans.Jillian stamped her foot. “C’mon, Brooksie, give! Who did you get it from? These things are like impossible to find anywhere!”Brooke gave a smug smile. “All right, fine,” she said. “I’ll tell you. I got it from Mystic Benny.”Jillian’s eyes widened. “Oh, snap! You know Mystic Benny? He’s like the top tier for getting stuff on the black market!”“Obviously,” said Brooke. “I only buy from the best. Now let’s make sure this thing really is the best. Warren is going to be here any minute now.”“Ohhhh,” said Jillian. “How are you going to do that?”“Quite simply, actually,” said Brooke. She pulled the hem of her skirt up and wriggled her skirt around her waist, then slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she parted her knees.“Amy,” said Brooke, her smug smile still in place, “lick my pussy.”Amy glared at Brooke and opened her mouth to refuse, to tell Brooke to fuck herself, to protest…but then found herself crawling forward on her hands and knees, found herself lowering her head, found herself pressing her mouth against the blonde woman’s pussy.And then, despite every fiber of Amy’s body protesting, Amy found herself licking Brooke’s pussy.“Oh…my…GAWD!” said Jillian, her eyes wide. “It’s working! It’s really working!”“Oh, yes,” said Brooke. “She’s actually quite good. Amy, make sure you focus on my clit. A little more tongue. There’s a good girl.”Cheeks flaming, Amy continued working Brooke’s pussy, her tongue working the blonde girl’s clit. Amy continued trying to protest, but they were muffled by Amy’s pussy.Brooke picked up her phone and propped her phone hand on the top of Amy’s head. She read and answered some text messages. Finally, however, her hips started wriggling and she set the phone down again.“You know, she really Is quite good,” said Brooke. “I believe she’s going to actually finish the job.”“Oh!” said Jillian. “You mean you’re about to…?”“Yes,” said Brooke, “I am.”Brooke suddenly reached down and gripped a handful of Amy’s hair. Then the blonde girl put her head back and moaned, her breath hissing through her teeth.“Yesssssss….!” said Brooke, her hips wriggling, her pussy pressing against Amy’s face. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssssss…!”There was silence for several seconds. Then finally Brooke pushed Amy’s head away. “That was nice,” said Brooke. “Perfect, in fact. You’re better than Warren.”Amy struggled, but she was still unable to overcome the slug’s effect on her mind. Brooke’s every command seemed to go straight to her brain, bypassing Amy’s ability to control her own actions. Her mind continued processing Brooke’s orders as if it they were coming directly from Amy herself. And her body was responding helplessly to Brooke’s commands as well. Her pussy throbbed every time she obeyed a command from Brooke. Every moment that slug remained embedded in her abdomen, her belly muscles jumped in heated need. It was getting harder and harder to think long-term. Her conscious mind was trying to fight Brooke’s influence, but her subconscious was responding to the heat and arousal more and more.“All right, Jillie Bean,” said Brooke, “go pour some wine while I get Warren’s present ready.”*****“A present?” said Warren. “For me? Awwwww, you shouldn’t have.”Amy heard Brooke and Jillian giggle. Then the door opened and Brooke and Jillian walked in, followed by Warren.Warren walked in and his gaze fell on Amy.Amy was blushing from head to toe. She was standing in front of the bed, completely naked except for a ribbon tied around her waist. It was knotted in a bow, which sat directly over her belly button. Because of Brooke’s orders, she could only stand there and smile as Warren looked her over, his eyes bright.“Happy birthday, baby!” said Brooke. “Amy, do it now.”Amy began helplessly singing ‘Happy Birthday to you’ to Warren, her British accent flavoring every word. When she finished the entire stanza, she turned and bent over the bed, her bare bottom high.Warren said, “Am I supposed to…?”Brooke giggled. “Of course you are, you silly goose! Her flat little belly isn’t going to swell itself, is it?”Warren paused for an incredulous moment, then said, “You mean I get to do it right inside her?!”“Absolutely, sweetie,” said Brooke. “After all, it’s your birthday. And there’s going to be a special surprise when you’re done.”Amy could hear Warren stripping off his clothing, his pants hitting the ground. She tried desperately to move, to resist, anything, but although she could turn her head, she could couldn’t move any other part of her body.Suddenly Brooke sat on the bed in front of her, dressed only in panties. She smiled and reached forward, her hand petting Amy’s hair. “Relax, sweetie. It won’t take him long. Trust me.”Amy’s eyes widened as she suddenly felt Warren’s hands on her bare hips, the fat head of his cock pressing against her embarrassingly wet pussy.“Oh, gawd,” said Amy. “D-Don’t…!”And then Warren’s thick cock was driving into Amy’s slick pussy, pounding into her with little technique, but lots of potent strength. Brooke’s fingers slid inside her panties and into her pussy as she began pleasuring herself two feet away from Amy’s face.“S-Stop…” said Amy, but her eyes were glazed and she was unable to put any conviction into the words.The sounds of Warren’s hips slapping against Amy’s bare ass increased in frequency. “He’s getting close,” said Brooke, her voice breathy with arousal. “I can tell.”“Oh, gawd,” said Amy, her eyes fluttering as Warren’s cock hit every erogenous spot in her pussy. “Stop it before he finishes, Brooke. You know I’m too fertile! You don’t have to do this!”“Of course I do,” said Brooke, giggling. “Do you have any idea how expensive black market faux Enslavers are? Sick expensive. Daddy would disown me if I didn’t get my money’s worth.”“B-But…!”“Besides,” said Brooke, her eyes beginning to flutter with heat, “that’s the whole point. It’s going to be so fucking hot to go to The Zone and see you waddling around with a big, swollen belly, big milk-filled boobs, knowing that I made it happen. Oh, yeah…!”And then Warren’s hands tightened on her hips and he slammed his thick cock into Amy one last time.Amy’s eyes widened. “NO!” she said. “Don’t do it! Not inside me! Not inside…!”But it was far too late and Amy knew it. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, feel the sudden explosion of hot seed deep inside her belly, flooding her cervix, flooding her defenseless egg. And the hot, intense sensation of being filled with potent semen, filling her with powerful sperm, triggered her own orgasm and suddenly Amy was helplessly writhing on Warren’s cock as she came hard.Amy finished coming just as Warren’s dick stopped throbbing inside her. She could only lay there on the bed, drooling, trying to catch her breath. She vaguely noticed when Warren pulled his cock out of her with a wet slurp.“Oh, baby,” said Warren. “That was fucking amazing! Thank you so much for a great birthday present!”“It’s not over yet, sweetie,” said Brooke. “Amy, stand up now.”Amy gave Brooke a glare, but felt herself getting obediently to her feet. Her legs felt weak. “Satisfied?”“Almost,” said Brooke. “I’ll tell you in a minute.”Warren said, “What are we waiting for?”Brooke gave a mysterious smile. “You’ll see.”Suddenly Amy’s eyes widened and she gasped, her hands on her belly. “What the hell…?!”Amy’s belly was beginning to swell. Before their eyes, Amy went through two trimesters of pregnancy belly and started on the third. Her breasts began swelling as well as they began filling with milk, becoming round and heavy. “There it is!” crowed Brooke. “That faux Enslaver was worth every penny! Mystic Benny swore that this one would cause a hyper-pregnancy! Yes! Perfect! Happy birthday, sweetie! There’s your trophy!”Amy stared at her round, gravid belly incredulously, unable to believe her eyes. “I…I have to walk around like this for 9 months?!”“Yes, you do,” said Brooke, patting Amy’s new baby belly. “It’s the gift that’s going to keep on giving. For 9 months, anyway.”Brooke opened her mouth to protest, but found herself unable to speak. She stomped her bare foot in frustration.Brooke giggled. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You’re adorable with a belly. Now the control effects of the Enslaver will only last for a couple days, but until it wears off, you can only wear tops that leave your belly bare, sweetie. We want to show off Warren’s handiwork to everybody. Understand? So off you go.”Brooke gave Amy a final pat on her bare bottom. Amy opened her mouth to protest, but found herself picking up her clothes and waddling for the door, her big, round belly leading the way. @ beautifulbellylover1992 @ skylarsilva98 @ thehypnodaddy -- source link

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