Mommys Boi #01

Cindy had the buzz cut once. Steel toe boots and a pressed shirt tucked tight. She laughs when she says it now, the words falling easy while Dana listens, wide-eyed, the story already settling under her skin. Dana asks for it. Doesn't hesitate. They dress her fast. Belt cinched low, trousers pressed flat against her hips. Fingers slide a strap-on into the front of her briefs and tuck it, firm and warm, where it fills her hand. She glances down once, then again. Her stance shifts without her meaning to move. The girls stare. They lean in close, breath catching. Hands reach, slow and greedy. Dana is theirs now in her skin. They take their turns tasting her new shape, teasing the bulge through fabric until every line is taut. The room hums with their want, sharp and certain, ready to break open.