"I can't believe we're actually spending the weekend with your ex." Kayla looked up from her phone, staring out at the road ahead of them. She and Emily had been driving for nearly three hours, and the entire time she'd been filled with a mounting anxiety and annoyance.

Emily, for her part, didn't seem particularly bothered. "Well, it's not that weird. We ended things on good terms, and she was never, like, crazy or anything. We just drifted apart and went our separate ways."

"Well, I don't think she's gonna be too thrilled when you introduce her to your new fiancé," Kayla sighed, running a hand through her long brown hair.

"She already knows about that, and she's cool with it."

"Are you sure?"

"If she wasn't, would she have invited us up here?"

Kayla rolled her eyes and looked out the window. "I just have a really weird feeling about all this. You haven't seen each other since college, and she just out-of-the-blue sends you an email asking you to spend the weekend with her?"

"Beats going to a reunion, I guess," Emily shrugged. "Besides, it's just one weekend, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Murder. Horrific accident. My best blouse getting a stain on it."

Emily chuckled. "C'mon, it'll be fun! You'll probably really like her, she's a lot like me."

"But you're probably way cuter," Kayla smirked. She looked back down at her phone. "Take the next left."

They drove up a long, winding strip of pavement that cut through the forest like a river. For a minute or two, they wondered whether there would even be a house at the end of it, but eventually the forest opened up and they saw a large, lavish mansion. Kayla whistled appreciatively. "Damn, Emily, you didn't tell me this chick was loaded!"

"I... didn't know she was either," Emily frowned. "When we were together, we rented an apartment close to campus, and she was almost always late on her half of the rent. And I basically had to cover the food budget myself."

"Huh." Kayla shrugged. "Well, maybe she got rich after she graduated. What did you say she did, exactly?"

"Haven't got a clue. I don't cyber-stalk my exes, unlike some people I know." Emily smiled, knowing Kayla was giving her the stink-eye. She liked how they could rib each other without it affecting their relationship. Their friends always said they were like an old married couple, which, as far as Emily was concerned, meant their love would last for a long time after they actually became a married couple.

She parked the car out front, and the two women got out and approached the imposing front door. It was deliberately old-fashioned, looking more at-home on a castle than some rich socialite. Emily didn't see a doorbell, so she reached for one of the thick metal door knockers and gave it her best shot.

Within moments, the doors creaked open, and a woman stepped out to greet them. "Oh my gosh, Emily!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched vocal fry. "It's been so long!"

"Brooklyn? Is that really you?" Emily almost didn't recognize her. The face was familiar, but her body was... definitely not. Instead of the pale, skinny, slightly frumpy girl Emily knew, this new Brooklyn was tan, voluptuous, and extremely eager to show off how tan and voluptuous she was. She wore a low-cut dress with no bra underneath, letting her large breasts hang freely. Even her hair was different; it was still blonde, but it now stretched all the way down below her butt, far longer than even Kayla's hair, let alone Emily's auburn pixie cut.

Brooklyn embraced Emily tightly, giggling like the happiest woman in the world. "Oh, I've missed you so much!" She pulled away and turned to Kayla. "You must be Emily's new girlfriend! Nice to meet you!"

"I'm her fiancé," Kayla said sternly, eyeing Brooke suspiciously. "And we've been dating for a good few years now, thanks."

"Oh, right, silly me!" Brooklyn held up Emily's hand and examined her engagement ring. "Wow, that's so pretty! I'm so happy for you two! Come in, come in, lemme show you around!" She turned around and led the other two inside, her ass swaying back and forth and making the fabric of her dress dance in the afternoon light.

Kayla held Emily's hand tightly, a sour look on her face.

"Someone seems jealous," Emily whispered.

"I don't like some tramp touching my girl like she's hers," Kayla replied.

Emily smiled and kissed Kayla on the cheek. "Don't worry, Kay, I'm always gonna be your girl." She turned back to Brooklyn. "So, uh, how long have you had this place?"

"Oh, just a few months," Brooklyn chirped. "Anyway, this is the foyer!" She gestured towards the polished wood floors and elaborate stonework on the walls. "I think it gives the place a kinda castle-y feel, y'know? I like that sorta thing. Knights and princesses and all that, it's so cool!"

"Yeah, it sure is!" Emily had a hard time buying Brooklyn as a history buff, but didn't feel like pushing her on it. She noticed a large painting hanging high on the far wall, depicting a woman in a flowing white gown floating gracefully above a small town of villagers. "What's that?"

Brooklyn stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. "I dunno! I just saw it at an auction once and thought it was pretty, so I got it! Anyway, let me show you the pool!"

Kayla raised an eyebrow. "Pool? But we didn't pack any swimsuits."

"Oh, that's no problem!" Brooklyn replied. "I prefer skinny-dipping anyway!"

"Wh-What?" Kayla blushed. "Isn't that a little... um, weird?"

"No, it's great! Besides, the way I think of it, you two have seen each other naked, and I've seen Emily naked, so we're not really breaking much new ground, are we?"

"We'll think about it!" Emily interjected. "But, um, we've just never done anything like that!"

"Oh, okay," Brooklyn said. "Well, I'll show you the garden instead!" She sauntered off to the side, into a hallway with large sliding doors on one side leading to a lush expanse of greenery. "It's still a work in progress, but once everything's done growing it'll look amazing!"

"I think it looks pretty amazing already," Emily gasped. She'd never seen a garden so beautiful, certainly not in a private home. "Who designed it?"

"I did!" Brooklyn smiled. "Betcha didn't know I had a talent for landscaping, huh?"

"But this must have taken you years," Kayla said. "Didn't you say you just moved in a few months ago?"

Brooklyn giggled, a sweet, maddeningly happy sound. "It only takes that long if you don't know what you're doing! But, oh, you two must be parched after such a long journey! Let's get you something to drink!" She grabbed Emily's free hand and dragged her off down the hall, into a kitchen that was just as big and expensive-looking as the rest of the mansion.

"W-We're not actually all that thirsty!" Emily stammered. "And we aren't really day-drinkers, if that's what you're thinking!"

"Neither am I!" Brooklyn replied. She let go of Emily's hand and tottered over to the fridge, pulling out a glass bottle full of a white liquid. "But there's nothing wrong with a little milk, is there?"

Kayla walked quickly into the room, immediately gripping Emily's hand again. "Milk? What is this, kindergarten?"

Brooklyn pouted. "Milk is, like, good for you! And it tastes good!"

Emily looked at the bottle and shrugged. "Eh, why not? Haven't had, like, regular milk in ages."

"Yay!" Brooklyn giggled, bouncing up and down in excitement. "I'll get you a glass! Kayla, are you sure you don't want some?"

Kayla rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well, I guess if you've got some coffee, I'll take it in that..."

"You got it!" Brooklyn walked over to her coffee maker and turned it on. After a few minutes, she handed Kayla and Emily their drinks. "Enjoy!"

"Figures she'd go for the disposable stuff," Kayla muttered under her breath.

"Don't be rude, Kay," Emily said sternly. She picked up the glass and swirled the milk around in it a bit. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about this milk looked... different. She shrugged it off; for all she knew, it was just some special organic brand or something. She took a sip and let out a purr of delight. "Oh, wow, this is... really good..."

"Yeah," Kayla smiled. "I mean, it's clearly instant, but... I dunno, there's a richness to it..."

Brooklyn giggled. "I'm, like, super glad you like it! This is my special homemade milk!"

"Homemade?" Emily raised an eyebrow. "What do you have--" Her own question was cut off by the milk spilling into, and out of, her mouth. Somehow, she'd raised the glass to her lips for another sip without even realizing it. "Oh, sorry, um..."

"Don't worry about it! And yes, I do have some cows here!"

"Isn't that a lot of work, though?" Kayla asked. "Not that you wouldn't do it, but, I mean..." She looked around the room. "Does... anyone else live here?"

"I guess you could say I'm still looking for that special someone," Brooklyn sighed. "Plenty of girls have come and gone, but... well, I guess that's for another time. Here, let me get you some more milk."

"More? But I just started..." Emily looked down, and to her astonishment, she'd already emptied the entire glass.

"Trust me," Brooklyn chuckled, "once you start drinking my yummy milk, it's kinda hard to stop!"

Emily thought there was something slightly odd about the way Brooklyn phrased that, but then another glass of milk was placed in front of her and she immediately let it slide. She let the rich, creamy liquid flow down her throat, giving her a warm, peaceful sensation. Before she knew it, the glass was empty again, and she let out a quiet whine.

"Wow, you really like that stuff, huh?" Kayla smirked. Not that she was one to talk; her coffee was practically finished too, and she was usually a notoriously slow sipper.

"Yeah," Emily nodded, her head feeling a little loose on her shoulders. "You should have some, it's so good..."

"I'm perfectly happy with my coffee. But... well, maybe I'll have a little more in my next cup, if that's alright."

"No problemo!" giggled Brooklyn. It was funny; Emily swore she would've found Brooklyn's near-constant laugh annoying after a while, but every time she heard it she found it even sweeter.

Emily greedily gulped down another glass of milk, feeling her body get even warmer. When she slammed the glass down on the counter, she wobbled slightly, letting out a small giggle at her own lack of balance. "Whoopsie!"

"Sounds like you might wanna sit down," Brooklyn smiled. "You must be wiped out after that long drive, aren't you?"

"Mm, yeah..." Emily didn't feel particularly tired, but she found herself agreeing with Brooklyn anyway. It just felt simpler that way. She sat down in the chair Brooklyn pulled up for her, and grinned when she saw the milk bottle in her host's hand.

"I think it's probably easier if we skipped the glasses," Brooklyn said. She ran a hand through Emily's hair, which Emily knew she should've found a bit possessive and creepy. But instead it just felt really, really good, and she whimpered softly at her ex-girlfriend's touch.

"H-Hey," Kayla said, "don't get handsy now."

"Oh!" Brooklyn gasped. "Gosh, I'm sorry! You'll have to forgive me, it's just been so long... ah, and it seems like you need another cup." She walked back to the coffee pot, pouring a paltry amount of coffee into the cup and filling the rest up with milk.

Kayla didn't seem to mind, though. She drank the whole thing in mere moments. When Brooklyn handed her a bottle of milk, she didn't even question it; she simply drank from it just as Emily was doing, teetering drunkenly on her feet.

"See? Much better." Brooklyn caressed Kayla's cheek, smiling as the redhead mewled. "You girls just love my milk, don't you?"

"Yesss," both women moaned, milk dribbling down their chins.

Emily squirmed in her seat, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glassy. When she was finished with her bottle, she let it fall to the floor, her hands roaming over her body. Everything felt so good, so right, so... perfect. It was like her entire body was an erogenous zone; every touch was pure bliss.

It felt even better when Brooklyn's hand slid down Emily's skirt and touched her slick, drooling pussy. Something in the back of her mind said -- no, screamed -- that this was wrong. She was engaged, wasn't she? But that memory felt like it belonged to a different Emily than the moaning, drooling, giggling mess sitting in Brooklyn's kitchen. Her mind felt like it was melting, or maybe drowning; whatever was happening, it felt too good for her to think too hard about it.

Brooklyn's hands squeezed Emily's breasts, and Emily briefly wondered when her dress had fallen away and left her naked. That thought soon passed, though, followed by the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of having her tits massaged. "Oh, you're coming along very well," she heard Brooklyn say, but the words passed through her mind without thought. All she could pick up was that Brooklyn was pleased, and that pleased Emily too.

Kayla fell backwards and landed on her ass, giggling up a storm, drool and milk dribbling down her slack jaw. Brooklyn turned and smiled at her, beckoning her forward. Kayla crawled over, intermittently pausing to paw at her pussy.

"Oh, don't worry, cutie-pie," Brooklyn giggled. "That'll come soon. But, for now..." She spread Emily's pussy lips with her fingers. "Lick."

"Yessss..." Kayla's eyes misted over even further, and she buried her face between Emily's pale thighs. She'd eaten out her fiancé countless times, but her mind was so milk-drugged that she couldn't use any of that technique or knowledge. All she had was her raw lust, and the irresistible urge to obey Brooklyn's command.

Emily's eyes rolled back when Kayla's tongue touched her clit. She was so sensitive now, it felt like she might cum from even the slightest touch. And she did, over and over, each orgasm like a flash-fire in her mind, razing what little was left. When she felt like she would pass out from the sheer pleasure bombarding her, Kayla's head was pulled away.

"Good girl," Brooklyn whispered in her ear, "that's a goooood girl. Now, why don't you take a rest, huh? You've got a big day tomorrow, sweetie."

All Emily could manage was a weak nod, before she slid out of the chair and onto the floor.

Kayla woke up in Emily's arms. The bed was unfamiliar, but comfortable. For a moment, she didn't know where she was; she knew that should have concerned her, but for some reason she couldn't make that fear manifest. Eventually, she remembered that she was at Brooklyn's mansion, that she and Emily had come out for the weekend, and...

She sat up and shook her head. Strange images came through a haze, but they were so bizarre that they had to have been a dream. She still felt like she was dreaming. Everything was foggy, like there was a layer of abstraction between her and everything around her. At least Emily was with her. Kayla held her fiancé's hand and squeezed it gently. She looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Her skin almost seemed to glow slightly.

With a sigh, Kayla rose out of bed. She always liked to get a shower early in the morning. She wandered out into the hall, peering around and trying to find the bathroom. But her sense of direction seemed to abandon her; she got turned around so easily, she swore she was just walking in circles. Was the house really so confusingly designed? Was she just groggy?

Eventually, she heard one of the floorboards creak behind her. She spun around, startled, only to find Brooklyn in a nightgown a few feet away. "Christ!"

"Sorry!" Brooklyn tittered. "Didn't mean to spook you. What're you doing up so early?"

Kayla shrugged. "I'm an early riser, I guess. Uh, which way is the shower?"

"Oh!" Brooklyn's eyes lit up. "C'mon, lemme show you." She turned around and walked down the hall, letting Kayla get an eyeful of the nightgown's incredibly short length. To say it barely covered anything would be an understatement; from the back, she might as well have not been wearing anything at all.

Despite herself, Kayla found her eyes drawn to the blonde woman's ass, gawking as it swayed back and forth, jiggling and shaking in all the right ways. She pinched herself, shook her head, did everything in her power to try and keep her eyes from wandering. But it was to no avail; every time she tried to look away, she just went back to that gorgeous ass in front of her.

Brooklyn must've had eyes in the back of her head, because she peered over her shoulder and grinned. "Like what you see, hun?"

Kayla blushed and looked up at the ceiling. "N-No! I mean, uh, I w-wasn't... looking."

"Aw, it's okay, Kayla. You don't need to be coy." She stopped and, in one fluid motion, pinned Kayla to the wall. "I won't tell if you don't," she whispered in a sing-song.

"I-I..." Kayla swallowed. They felt an urge, a need, to kiss Brooklyn. Not just kiss; to worship her, caress her. But... she couldn't. She was engaged, she loved Emily. This woman, no matter how gorgeous she was, couldn't come between them. "...Just show me the bathroom, please."

Brooklyn's eyes widened, as if she was shocked. But she quickly regained her composure and continued to lead Kayla down the hallway. Finally, she opened a door off to the side, revealing a decent-sized guest bathroom and shower. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Kayla stepped inside and closed the door, exhaling deeply. What just happened? Was she really about to cheat on Emily with her own ex? She rubbed her temples, her breath coming heavy and warm. She looked at herself in the mirror and splashed a bit of water in her face. Her body seemed different than she remembered. Fuller, maybe a little curvier, and... were her breasts always that big? She told herself to calm down, but all it accomplished was making her feel even more suffocated. She turned the shower on, set it as cold as it could go, and stepped inside.

The icy sting instantly took her mind off the past few minutes. It also helped to clear her head, but only so much. By the time she stepped out of the shower, she could at least tell how fuzzy her mind still was. She still couldn't muster up any real concern about this; she knew, rationally, that she should be worried, but she couldn't feel any pang of fear in her gut, any sense that something was off.

Kayla grabbed a towel to dry herself off, and it was only then that she realized she didn't have any clothes to change back into -- even worse, that she had actually been naked since waking up in the first place. She held her head in her hands and groaned. No wonder Brooklyn had been so open about flirting with her, she was running around streaking without even knowing it.

She wrapped a towel around herself and tried to go back to the room she woke up in. But without Brooklyn to guide her, she found herself hopelessly lost once again. She eventually stumbled into the kitchen, where she saw Brooklyn relaxing at the counter and enjoying a cup of milk.

Brooklyn looked up and smiled at her. "Funny how we keep running into each other! C'mere, have a seat, I'll get you some milk."

"I'm not really in the mood," Kayla muttered, even though her body sat down next to Brooklyn regardless. "Think I'll just have a coffee, if that's alright."

"It's too early for coffee," Brooklyn replied. She placed a glass of milk in front of Kayla. "Bottoms up!"

"Too early for..." Kayla licked her lips, staring at the milk like it was the most desirable substance in the world. She shook her head, trying desperately to get ahold of herself. "No, I... I want coffee."

"You want milk, sweetie." Brooklyn gently caressed Kayla's cheek. "Drink it."