Published: Dec 27, 2024

My one-hundred and eightieth caption, featuring my OC, Mara, and a few of her girls, moving to the big city. Shout-outs in particular for this caption go to @TGCapsCenter , @CatEnBoots , @amberTGs , @BunMapleMoth , @Toastbroy , and @TrueDaferomona.

All image credits go to @OggeMyMan.

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Standing in the middle of a crowd, wearing a “dress” that left just about nothing to the imagination and drinking in the lecherous gazes of the men (and some women) around you, your loins began to itch, lubricating themselves as if on cue. Though you found it thrilling, borderline scandalous as it was, you honestly wondered how you got here in the first place. You “knew”, but things had gotten blurry.

It had been months since you ended up in this “cursed” form, seemingly brought on by the whims of TGCapsCenter or one of your other fellow caption writers, part of some kind of roleplay or magical “inside joke” that took on a life of its own. The details had been blurred since the loss of your old life, but you weren’t exactly complaining. After all, this was the ideal form you had described for so long, from big things like your massive tits, pear-shaped ass, an obvious cow features, to smaller details such as your more motherly attitude, sultry voice, and love of all things cute and adorable, including the girls or “pets” you had collected during your time on Hubby’s farm.

Cat, or CatEnBoots as they were once known, had been your first pet. She was a rambunctious little cat girl, an impulsive creature with a sweet, loving side to her… at least when cornered. You had given her some space lately, allowing her to do her own things, even inviting her to ravish you on more than one occasion. Being your first, she’d always hold a special place in your heart. Amber, or amberTGs, had become your loyal, doting maid, calling you “Mistress” and doing her best to keep the house in order. She was a highly submissive dog girl, despite being built like a MILF. Though you gave her some of the hardest tasks to do, you always made sure to reward her. She had forgotten the “details” of how she ended up in your service, but neither of you really seemed to care anymore.

Sam, or Maple as she was once known, was the cutest little bunny girl. Her wide hips and huge ass were complimented by her smaller breasts and white fur. Though she was one of the newer girls, you had never “played” with her, letting her focus on her passion for cooking great meals. Fourth was the talented Savoia, formerly Toastbroy. The fluffy, busty bunyip was very… skilled with her tail, able to give the best full-body massages imaginable, living outside of the house in a Japanese-style hut. The fifth, and most reclusive occupant of the farm was Fuwa, once TrueDaferomona. The shy sheep girl was of modest, hidden curves and wore only overalls, but she grew only the finest wool and even produced a special, high-quality milk. Last and most recent was Taylor, or TiredSKK. After… indulging your milk in more ways than one, they had become an engorged cowgirl themself, barely even able to move unless they used your milk pumps.

Though you had your fun with them, things did start to get boring on the old farm. Hubby had found a loophole in your contract that allowed him to finally leave, and you had “absorbed” enough magical, demonic energy from him to do just about anything you could imagine. You had delved into all sorts of depraved, hot sex, turning yourself and your pets into all manner of things, from body parts, to sex dolls, onaholes… everything. You’ve expanded them and yourself to gargantuan sizes, shrunk them down to shortstacks, even given them muscles as they attempted to unsuccessfully “counter” dominate you to mixed results. You had gotten so bored during your time on the barn that you had even begun giving yourself a cock to fuck your pets with. Even that had gotten boring over time.

So, you decided a change of locale was in order. Knowing Hubby would eventually find you if he needed you again, you used your magic to teleport yourself and your girls to “the big city”. It wasn’t any city in particular, more like some weird “amalgamation” of several. Using the seemingly infinite amount of money Hubby had left you, you bought a large, fully-customized penthouse apartment in one of the busiest parts of the city, with more than enough room to accommodate yourself, your girls, and all their quirks. Officially, you were the owner of “Serenity”, a special spa and massage parlor you had also opened. Savoia was the main attraction, giving out the same quality care she had provided for you to paying customers while Amber and the others either provided other services or took care of the day-to-day operations. Just down the street, Sam ran a restaurant, also owned by you, which received critical acclaim. The dishes requiring milk were quite popular in particular, due to the usage of Fuwa, Taylor, or your own milk in the recipes.

The opportunity for change wasn’t the only reason why you and the girls had moved to the city, of course. Being around all these people, you finally had a chance to show off your perfect body to anyone with eyes and a taste for the finer things. Using your business connections, you attended many lavish parties, using them purely as an excuse to flirt with the wealthy and powerful, if only to maybe make Hubby jealous. Though you still believed he was your one, true love, you wouldn’t… object to meeting a strong, virile man and letting him have his way with you. You desired children after all, real children, not just the company of other former caption writers.

That’s what brought you to this latest party, hosted by the CEO of some nameless megacorp. The sheer number of people attending, looking at you like the piece of meat you were, was beyond arousing, and you knew you’d be dragging one or more of these men to bed before the night was through. After all, how could they possibly resist a woman like Mara, the Demon Cowgirl?