Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181012051121/@comment-36855838-20181012125331

I put away the script in my chest pocket, and hand out apocalypse pamphlets.

Maria sniffs hers.

Wierdo.

I flop onto my bunk, listening to the ticking of the clock, and soon the sound of wet flesh is echoing through the room.

I turn to see Maria, her blonde hair going black, furry ears sprouting from her head, her face covered in soft, smooth, shiny, black fur, which slowly spreads down her body, her hands growing slight claws, her eyes going dark, the faint smell of brimstone hanging in the air.

Thd front of her blouse is quickly torn apart, revealing a bra that's too tight, soon after, she tears it off with her newly formed paws, the pads of which look soft and squishy.

She pounces on me, kissing me furiously, I can't lie, she had me ready to go.

The kiss trails into a tight embrace, her grinding against me gently, I reciprocate, and soon we both orgasm, staining our sweatpants.

She rolls off of me to the part of the bed near the wall, pulling me with her so we're cuddling front to front.

Soon she's drifted off to sleep.

No doubt she'd be back at it with Michael soon, after all those two had dated first.

I heard distressingly familiar wet sounds, Amelia was standing over the water bag, glaring at it, her face a deep crimson like the bag, a hand down her sweats, furiously masturbating, and her breasts bouncing unhindered in her top, as she had gone braless since we started dating.

Her breasts were visibly growing, and soon they were collectively the size of a lagre pumpkin, distending her floral-pattern blouse.

She swayed on her feet, and then charged me, her new hooves leaving her shoes behind.

Large horns had sprouted from her forehead, but she was standing tall, not aiming to gore me.

She slammed into me with a satisfying smoosh, followed by a softer, lengthier smooch.

I felt two damp spots growing on my shirt, and sure enough, she was lactating.

I drank my fill, glad I wouldn't have to miss out on milk down here.

She picked me up and carried my under her arm, tossing me onto the bed and ripping the crotch off my pants.

She lifted the hem of her blouse and slowly lowered her cleavage onto me, milk lubricating the gap.

The pleasure was immense, and I automatically thrusting as hard as I could into her cleavage, elliciting a giggle from Amelia as she rotated her body so that her legs were clenching around my torso.

She began to slide her breasts along my shaft, up and down, up and down, I grabbed hold of her around the back, and began thrusting furiously, chasing climax, pursuing release.

She pulled free just before I could finish, my hips thrusting furiously into empty air.

Before I could turn over and hump the bed, she quickly pushed her large, plush rear out against my leg, laying on her side.

I turned towards her, my arms slipping between her arms and torso to grasp her breasts, mindlessly thrusting and pressing into her massive, soft cheeks.

As I once again neared climax, she lowered her sweatpants, allowing access to her vagina, I quickly thrust in, her walls clenching tightly, milking me of orgasm after orgasm, I tried to pull out, but a cow tail was wrapped toghtly around me, her arms pulling on my butt, and I was too feeble from the pleasure.

As she drifted off, much like Maria, I again heard that ominous wet sound.

I glanced at Maria, still sound asleep. ..