. but...” There was silence. “Does it really mean I’m pretty? Or does it mean something else?” “Kinda.... I dunno.” “I see.” Suzanne s...id. “Well. You ain’t going home until you tell me what milf means.” I racked my brains for answers that would sound like they were true. “And don’t you try and lie either... I can tell.” I gave up. “Well.. A M.I.L.F is... a... Mother...” She nodded. “I’d... Like.. to... y’know.” “A Mother You’d Like to... to what? Oh.” She realized what it was. There was an. Tom looked on in amazement as I retched for a tissue and stuffed it between my lips as I started to make my way to the bathroom.“Does it always run out?” Tom asked“IF you pump a lot in, it will, and you definitely pumped a lot in to me,” I saidTom smiled then settled back down on the bed.As I removed the tissue from my fanny over the toilet, it was like a plug had been removed and his creamy white cum came running out. I sat there watching another man’s seed leak from me and forming sticky. We were smiling at each other when she said she would get up, put coffee on and go warn Sylvia about the "Thugs."I got up to use the bathroom, and when I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror. It wasn't a dream. I really did let her transform me into a woman, a pregnant woman, at that. So much happened in the last 14 hours. I was enjoying every moment of it...I liked the feeling, I liked the look. I wondered if I would continue this when I got back home?I had just gotten back in bed. So this is why I am outside the door of the Girlz Nightclub, desperate to fuck. The door scanner accepts my left wrist identification, detecting:ORIGIN: Human,GENDER: FemaleORIENTATION: Submissive Lesbian / Bi-sexualCOLOUR: Tanned with pale cream bikini patchesAGE: Under 25NAME: Jessica.The door slides open, revealing the sights and scents of fresh pussy. The room is filled approximately 50% with white, brown or black women and 50% SexBots in various shades of blue. Removing the coat, I still.