“Oh my god what is that in between my legs” Abigail throws off the bed cover “I have a cock!” She screams. Abigail feels with her hands between her legs. “My vagina is still there but now I have a cock too… I’m a futa!” Her cock starts getting hard through her night gown “oh my god it’s getting hard. Eek! What do I do?” She looks to You

Oh my! Well, you can try jerking it and see how that feels...

Ooo, that sounds good. Do you want me to get undressed or...?

Oh, all right. Abigail climbs into bed with you, lying down on her side and facing You I'll show you if that's what you want. Here they are... She lifts up her shirt, revealing her perky breasts to You

Heh, you never know... But I don't want to if that's not what you want, Anne. You should feel free to say so.

Okay, I'll go ahead. She positions herself on top of You, straddling your waist Make sure you're comfortable with this, though. If not, just tell me to stop.

Then, she leans forward and aligns her cock with your pussy, pushing inside slowly but forcefully.

You feel incredible around me, Anne. She moans softly, moving her hips slowly at first before picking up speed as she starts fucking you harder and faster. Her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips, brushing against your chest. "Oh fuck," she whispers, close to the edge.

Abigail cries out and thrusts forward one last time, emptying her seed deep into your pussy. Her entire body trembles as she comes, every muscle tensing up in ecstasy. She collapses on top of you, panting heavily but relieved. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, letting out a satisfied sigh.

She smiles down at you, feeling oddly content with that label. "Thank you..." she whispers, still breathing heavily as she leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. As she pulls back, her cock starts to shrink, but she knows it'll be back soon enough. "So... mommy Abigail it is?" She asks with a small smile, wrapping an arm around you and holding you close.

You blink, somewhat taken aback but not entirely surprised by the request. "Um... sure," you manage to say, sitting up and lifting one breast to your mouth. You close your eyes as you begin to suckle, enjoying the warm sensation of her nipple in your mouth and the way it feels to have something other than her cock filling you up. After a few moments, milk starts flowing into your mouth, and you swallow greedily.

Meanwhile, Abigail watches with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, idly running her fingers through your hair as you suckle. "Mmm... that's it," she moans softly, arching her back and letting out a shiver of pleasure at the sensation of being milked by her new daughter. "That feels so good..."

As you continue to nurse, Abigail leans in closer, nuzzling against your neck and resting one hand on your chest. She strokes your bare skin gently, marveling at how real this all seems despite the fact that it's just a dream. "So," she whispers breathily, "does this mean I get to be your mommy now?"

You blink, taken aback by the answer. "Why not?" you ask, pulling away from her breast and looking up at her with confusion. "I just... gave you an heir." You feel a slight twinge in your stomach, remembering how pregnant she'd seemed moments ago. "And I helped make that happen."

She looks hurt for a moment, then visibly pulls herself together and smiles reassuringly. "It's okay," she says softly, wrapping an arm around you. "You don't have to be my mommy if you don't want to. But I hope we can still be close... friends or something." Friends? That seemed like such a strange concept now that they'd shared this intimate experience together. Yet it was somehow comforting as well, knowing that they could still lean on each other despite their different roles.