The Inheritance - Part Four

"That's right!" Jane chirps excitedly, glad to hear me speak in English as a sign the swaps worked.

"And the...accent?" I whimper, wincing as I listen to it escape my lips with each and every utterance.

"Well you wouldn't be much of a French farm girl without it would you Madeliene?" Jane responds, throwing me a little wink as she refers to the idea behind my new body.

It feels like something slips in my head for a second, a gear spinning without anything to connect to it. I stare up at Jane blankly as I mentally stumble. "Why did she emphasize my name like that?" I think to myself, trying to work out the reasoning behind Jane's action. It takes far longer than I would have liked to have my epiphany. "Wait...No that's not my name...is it? It is Jordan, right?" I muse, continuing my train of thought. My bottom lip quivers as I search my memories, finding my hunch to be correct but feeling just oh so wrong. In hindsight it was like everyone had been calling me the wrong name my whole life, even I'd been screwing it up for all these years.

"Je ne peux pas croire que cela arrive" I mutter under my breath, wriggling slightly as I feel some sense of limited strength return to my aching body.

"Excuse me?" asks Jane, cocking one of her eyebrows at me as I speak. "I'm sorry I don't speak..."

"What did you do to my...merde...head" I groan out as I try to move forward in my seat, the heft weight on my chest practically controlling how I sit in the cushy chair. The massive udders Great Aunt Deborah had purchased looked far too large for my frame, at least from my perspective. My back already aches slightly as I'm forced to strain not to hunch over, the soft jiggling masses begging me to collapse forward as they wobble and brush against my frail-looking arms.

"We just made the last few swaps Madeliene" Jane says in a matter-of-fact manner, easing the metal contraption from my head as she goes to unplug it from the base of the seat. "These were...fairly extensive to say the least. Your Aunt had a lot of things wishes and insecurities."

"Attends, tu l'as rencontrée?! I mean... you met her?!" I squeak, my eyes going wide at potentially learning more about all this. I begin to shift a little in my seat nervously, the feeling of the cooling and drying cum against my skin causing my heart to race as a surge of alien desires flood my mind.

"Yes, actually. I was the..." Jane begins to explain, taking pauses to grunt and grumble as she tries to pull the large cabling free from the extremely tight fit of the sockets. I, on the other hand, find my focus wandering as my hands creep down towards my stomach. My delicate fingers begin to trace lines through the cum, the thick coating clumping on my fingertips as my breath quickly turns sharp and shallow.

"Quel gâchis" I whisper under my breath, my body growing warm as a dull moist heat rapidly builds between my soft thighs.

"What?" asks Jane, not even looking up at me as she attempts to wrangle one of the cables to little effect.

"Nothing" I mutter back breathlessly, squeezing my massive rack between my arms as I continue to play with the prodigious amount of cum coating my over-sexualized form. Lost in the moment I barely even notice my right hand trace a line up my chest, trailing a line of the enticing ooze up over my massive unwieldy bust. Shivers run through my body, shocks of undeniable pleasure hammering me as I slowly press against my chest with my cum soaked digit.

"Merde...Oui..." I moan, chewing at my bottom lip as my left hand begins to trail down towards my thighs and damp desperate pussy. My tongue inches from my mouth as my right hand grows closer and closer, the thought of the salty tantalizing treat at the ends of my digits causing me to reach down past my chin with my lengthed appendage. As the rapidly thickening cum touches the tip of my tongue I let out a delighted squeak, my whole body shuddering with glee as the strange salty substance sends fireworks off inside my head.

"Délicieuse" I coo, lapping at my fingers as I quickly shove them into my hungry maw. I quickly wrap my soft lips around my jizz coated fingers, my tongue lavishing them excitedly as I revel in the taste and mouthfeel of what had been a foul disgusting substance mere moments ago.

My left hand however continues to creep ever closer to my new pussy, my delightful new sex twitching with anticipation thanks not only to my teasing fingers but also at the feeling of the cum splattered around it and what little was in my mouth.

"What a waste" I find myself thinking in idle lust-filled thoughts, my focus stuck on the deliciously naughty substance in my mouth and the demands from down below. "Should have been on my face...or in my mouth...or in my..." I think to myself, my thoughts falling away as my fingers begin to trace lines of cum around my sensitive new sex.

Lost in the moment and drunk on the rapturous pleasure I spare little time for foreplay. I barely even tease the lips of my pussy, shivers running through my body as I feel the puffy mound that had once been a part of my old impressive genitals, before I plunge my fingers into my tight hungry pussy with little regard for the cum covering them.

While the feeling and taste of cum in my mouth and on my tongue was amazing, the sensation of the thick sticky stuff inside my pussy triggers something else entirely in me. My eyes roll back in my head, my thighs squeezing my hand tightly as if to lock my hand in place with my fingers inside me. It's unlike anything I've felt before, my body's hair-trigger orgasm causing me to tense up and convulse as I choke out a long series of squeaks and shallow moans through my finger-filled mouth. My mind goes blank for a moment, the sound of my own voice fading from my recognition as I simply shake and convulse in a state of pure bliss.

As I ride the wave of orgasmic pleasure I feel something grab my wrists, the pleasure heightening as I feel myself become manipulated and restrained by a stronger force. My hands are ripped from my orifices before they are pinned to the arms of the seat, a delighted giggle escaping my lips as I continue to jitter and writhe in my seat.

"Madel...you can't just...I...but you have to..." calls out a voice, my mind only managing to focus on the words in short bursts before returning to the mind-numbing pleasure. "Madeliene...Madeliene!" yells Jane, shifting her face to fill my vision as I coo and giggle in mindless bliss. Releasing one of my hands she snaps her fingers in front of my face, quickly garnering my attention even as I look up at her with a dreamy and tired expression.

"Oui?" I ask softly, still struggling to make myself speak English.

"Look, I know what it's like to have a sensitive new body and all new...proclivities" she grumbles, empathizing only slightly with my antics. "They'll calm down soon, you've just got to let the new stuff settle in for a bit. It's all at the forefront and you're not thinking straight."

As Jane explains the situation to me I feel a small amount of clarity reach me through the fog and haze in my mind. Spluttering slightly I realize just what was in my mouth, the last of my own cum that I'd painted this stupid body in. Despite this gross realization I can't truly refute that it was...delicious, my whimpering being interspersed with subtle mewling as I play with the salty mess on my tongue.

The clarity made an even more horrifying impact as I feel the warm sensation in my abdomen, the little deposit my fingers had made inside my tight newly made pussy. My eyes begin to go wide as I look past Jane and struggle to see past my own chest to I look down at my pelvis, a messy tuft wiry sunset red hair marking my new crotch alongside thick globs of cum clinging to these new pubes. A momentary burst of fear grips me, the thought of what could happen to me as a young woman with cum inside her causing my heart to skip a beat.

However, as the worry builds inside of me another set of emotions quickly rear their ugly heads. A sense of delight begins to flourish as the thought of bearing life, of my stomach growing larger along with that new life, and of my breasts filling with milk to nourish and care for that new life quickly begins to beat back any concern I had. Beyond the prideful thoughts of motherhood, I feel the same sense of arousal that eating the cum had caused begin to creep its way into my mind. Images of riding a man, his hands gliding over my belly as I incubate our child, his firm grip on my chest causing my aching breasts to leak a thin stream of milk as their tongue licks me clean quickly flood my head and threaten to put me back on the path that led to Jane pinning me to the chair.

It takes far more effort than I thought it would to push back the deep and gnawing arousal that has spread through my body, my breath having grown ragged in the short time I had been lost in thought. With a deep breath I look Jane in the eyes, nibbling at my bottom lip nervously as I try to construct my next sentence carefully through the haze.

"What...did you do...to me?" I pant out, hoping that if I catch my breath I'll have a better chance to fight the needs of my body. "I put..." I choke out, whimpering as I break my sentence to look down at my crotch again.

"I know, I know. Don't worry, you shouldn't be able to..." Jane explains in a soothing reassuring manner, pausing for a second as she remembers something. Her lips curl into a look of frustration as her eyes dart around, as if looking around for something she couldn't quite remember. "Actually...with that change...we may need to get you something for...that" she mutters, nodding her head towards my lower body as a chill of terror and a surge of happiness spreads through me.

"Peux-tu...I mean...can you let me go now?" I ask sweetly, finding that each time I try to free my wrist of my own volition I only find the heat inside me build with each failure.

"Right..." Jane sighs, releasing her grip on me before returning to pop out one last cable. "Sorry...it's just...I get it, new sensitivity mixed with new fetishes can make the first few days kind of...a ride" Jane mumbles in her usual oversharing manner.

"Fetish...mon Dieu" I squeak, slowly and carefully shifting myself to the edge of the seat. I wince as I feel my feet dangle over the edge, the floor feeling further away from me than it had any right to be. My bust wobbles and shakes with each subtle movement, the constant tugging of my skin and the feeling of the hot sweaty mass smacking against both my chest and arms already beginning to drive me crazy.

As I feel my large newly padded behind press into the soft velvety material of the seat I'm forced to stifle a series of moans, a worry slowly growing in my mind that I may have more erogenous zones than before.

Reaching the edge I look over at Jane, watching as she snaps the metal casing at the end of the last cable free from the socket with a triumphant grunt. Holding the metal device up high I give her a mortified look, my vision of the object blurring as she holds it high above her own towering head.

As if noticing my dismay she gives me a weak grin. "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll get you a nice pair of glasses soon enough. But first..."