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1386688Milking the Babysitterhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/milking-the-babysitter-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/364598/318a34e7-3986-4bb6-95cb-68633c73da70.jpg?v=6383344042459000006565MXNJane MesmeriInStock/Ebooks/<p>This story is intended for a mature audience.</p><p>Approached by a friend shed never seen before for a job as babysitter she cant recall asking for, Anne finds herself in the house of Mr. & Mrs. Granger. Theyre very hospitable, offering her milk and cookies that are so great, Anne cant stop eating them. Not even when her body begins to change.</p><p>A change the Grangers are eager to help along, because they need another source for their secret ingredient. The same ingredient Annes been drinking all night.</p><p>This 4,100 word short story is about a young woman who has her body transformed, milking, and oral sex.</p><p>Excerpt:<br />Anne didnt really need the encouragement and her hands flew to the plate, grabbing a cookie with each. She shivered in delight at the faint smell, then wolfed down one so she could pick up her glass of milk with the now free hand.</p><p>She knew she was eating like a pig, gorging herself as the empty plate was replaced by a full one, but the blonde couldnt stop. Her stomach seemed bottomless, even as the rest of her body grew hot and heavy.</p><p>By the third plate, Anne started to pluck at her sweats. They didnt feel so loose anymore and had begun to cling to her body in places. Looking down, she found her view obstructed in a most novel way. She was so surprised, that instead of reaching for another cookie, she reached for her chest. The blonde gasped when her hand didnt find a fold in the cloth there, but real, sensitive flesh.</p><p>When did I get breasts? Anne marveled, nibbling on a new cookie with one hand while the other continued exploring. And my thighs I have curves now. She knew it was odd, but her thoughts were so slow, so heavy. It was hard to remember why that was. I have to see, see how they really look.</p>...1374550Milking the Babysitter6565https://www.gandhi.com.mx/milking-the-babysitter-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/364598/318a34e7-3986-4bb6-95cb-68633c73da70.jpg?v=638334404245900000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20131230000100214_W3siaWQiOiJlZWIzZjE1ZC05ODRiLTQ1OGMtYWZhMS0yMGI3YmRkNDliZmIiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjY2LCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjo2NiwiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjItMDctMTFUMDA6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d1230000100214_<p>This story is intended for a mature audience.</p><p>Approached by a friend shed never seen before for a job as babysitter she cant recall asking for, Anne finds herself in the house of Mr. & Mrs. Granger. Theyre very hospitable, offering her milk and cookies that are so great, Anne cant stop eating them. Not even when her body begins to change.</p><p>A change the Grangers are eager to help along, because they need another source for their secret ingredient. The same ingredient Annes been drinking all night.</p><p>This 4,100 word short story is about a young woman who has her body transformed, milking, and oral sex.</p><p>Excerpt:<br />Anne didnt really need the encouragement and her hands flew to the plate, grabbing a cookie with each. She shivered in delight at the faint smell, then wolfed down one so she could pick up her glass of milk with the now free hand.</p><p>She knew she was eating like a pig, gorging herself as the empty plate was replaced by a full one, but the blonde couldnt stop. Her stomach seemed bottomless, even as the rest of her body grew hot and heavy.</p><p>By the third plate, Anne started to pluck at her sweats. They didnt feel so loose anymore and had begun to cling to her body in places. Looking down, she found her view obstructed in a most novel way. She was so surprised, that instead of reaching for another cookie, she reached for her chest. The blonde gasped when her hand didnt find a fold in the cloth there, but real, sensitive flesh.</p><p>When did I get breasts? Anne marveled, nibbling on a new cookie with one hand while the other continued exploring. And my thighs I have curves now. She knew it was odd, but her thoughts were so slow, so heavy. It was hard to remember why that was. I have to see, see how they really look.</p>...1230000100214_Jane Mesmerie78c1429-72cd-4847-961c-7ada352197a1_1230000100214;1230000100214_1230000100214Jane MesmeriInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/c39b03c9-648e-4570-b0f0-3964fc1f1b41-epub-7e3a89e4-942b-4553-82e0-2c01ad67b5c8.epub2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00Jane Mesmeri