Chapter 148: Chapter 148 – Cow, Bunny, and Pig

I took out three packages from my bag.

The first, for Delilah, was a decidedly adult and provocative cow costume.

It was essentially a web of thin black leather straps, forming an abstract pattern of spots against her fair skin. At crucial areas, small panels of sheer black lace were attached—so flimsy and sparse they posed almost no barrier to the eye.

The accessories included an anal plug with a dangling, fluffy white cow tail, a set of black-and-white cow ears for her head, and a small silver bell fastened to a leather collar.

“For my graceful mommy,” I said, handing her the package. “Whose udders are always full and ready to be milked.”

Delilah accepted it with slightly trembling hands. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but a small, confused, and… embarrassed smile remained on her lips. Her fingers brushed the smooth silk of the package before tracing the fuzzy tail.

“Adam… this is… so… indecent,” she whispered, but her tone held no refusal. There was a tremble in her fingertips, and her usually calm eyes now shimmered with a deep, flustered intensity.

“But you’ll wear it, won’t you?” I teased.

Delilah only gave a slow nod.

The second, for Angeline, was a bunny costume. It was made of sheer black lace, practically useless as covering. It resembled a jumpsuit left open at the chest and crotch, held together by small, easily untied ribbons.

There was a pair of long, floppy black bunny ears, fluffy white wrist cuffs that looked like bunny paws, and a small, white pompom tail plug for her rear. Also included was a leather collar with the name “Angel” engraved on a silver plate.

“For my sweet and slightly whiny little sister,” I said, offering her the package. “But also the one most diligent at chewing carrots.”

Angeline snatched it immediately, her face beet red.

“You jerk! You pervert! What is this?!” she protested.

Upon seeing the nearly non-existent black lace, her eyes widened.

“This isn’t clothing!” she cried, her face flushing deeper. “This… this is just a net! I can see everything through it!”

“That’s the point, Angel,” I replied with a smile.

She snorted loudly, glaring at me reproachfully, but once again, her hands didn’t let go of the mesh fabric. She grabbed the bunny ears, her pout deepening.

Finally, for Gwenneth, was the pig costume.

It was a pale pink, made from an extremely fine, silky fabric that clung like a second skin to every curve. The cut was simple yet daring: a sleeveless bodysuit open from the chest down to the navel, barely covered by two tiny, leaf-shaped micro lace panels, and a cheeky thong that offered minimal coverage at the back.

The accessories included a pink snout-shaped nose cover, a pair of small pig ears, and a curly pigtail plug.

There was also a thick leather collar with the word “PIG” in bold capital letters.

“And for you, Gwen,” I said, tossing the package to her. She caught it by reflex.

“Initially, I wanted to get you a cat costume. But upon further thought…” I let my gaze sweep over her body disdainfully. “You’re not cute enough to be a cat. A pig suits you better.”

Gwenneth’s typically haughty face immediately changed color. From pale to furious red, then back to pale from profound shame and humiliation. She bit her lip until it nearly bled, her eyes blazing. Her hands clenched the package tightly, as if wanting to crush it.

“You… you bastard…” she hissed, but her voice was weak, devoid of conviction.

“Great comment,” I replied coldly. “Now, put it on. Right now. While you change, I’ll wait for the surprise.”

I turned around, giving them a false sense of privacy.

Behind me, I could hear the rustle of fabric, soft gasps, and perhaps whispers between Delilah and Angeline. No sound came from Gwenneth.

Several minutes passed, feeling like an hour in my anticipation. My cock was already hard and throbbing behind my pants.

“W-we’re ready, Dear,” Delilah’s slightly trembling voice finally sounded.

I turned around slowly.

And my blood truly began to race.

My first gaze fell directly on Delilah.

The network of thin black leather straps entwined her body. Each strap was placed strategically, perfectly framing her sensual curves without the slightest attempt to hide them. The panels of sheer black lace attached to her most private areas only drew the eye, as the sparse, thin fabric offered merely an illusion of cover, inviting the imagination to see what lay hidden behind its delicate web.

Her plump breasts were lifted and shaped perfectly by the encircling straps, making them appear full and defiant. Below, a similar design only emphasized the slenderness of her waist and the soft curve of her hips.

The short, thick, fluffy white cow tail stuck out proudly from the base of her spine, swaying gently with every breath she took. The bell at her neck gave a faint tinkle with each movement. The cow ears on her head wobbled.

She stood slightly hunched, as if trying to cover herself, but it only made her curves more pronounced. Her cheeks were red, her eyes downcast, but there was a flash of something else—perhaps arousal, perhaps satisfaction at being the center of attention—beneath her modesty.

“How… do I look?” she asked, her voice small and husky.

“Mom…” I whispered, breathless with awe and desire.

“You’re… incredible. So sexy. I can’t wait to milk your full udders and fuck you until you moo like a proper heifer.” My praise was vulgar and direct, making her cheeks burn even brighter.

Then my eyes shifted to Angeline.

The black lace truly was like an illusion. Almost nothing was covered. Her small, youthful breasts were clearly visible through the lace weave, her hardened nipples forming dark patterns. The crotch area was just as exposed.

The long, black bunny ears hung down beside her head, and the fluffy cuffs on her wrists made her look like a living toy. The white pompom tail on her rear wiggled ticklishly as she shifted her feet. She folded her arms over her chest, trying to cover something, but it was futile. Her face was tomato-red.

“Brother… you jerk! Look what you made me wear!” she scolded, but her voice sounded more like a flustered whine.

“You’re adorable, Angel,” I teased, approaching and stroking one of her bunny ears. “The outfit… is perfect for you. You look like a pet bunny ready to be devoured.”

She snorted, turning her face away, but didn’t pull back from my touch.

And finally, Gwenneth.

The pale pink silk clung like a second skin, wrapping every curve of her body with unforgiving transparency. The two micro lace panels on her chest were incapable of covering anything, merely framing her hardened nipples which formed distinct peaks behind the fabric. The cheeky thong bared her full rear, and from there, the curly pigtail protruded shamelessly.

The thick leather collar with the word “PIG” choked her neck. The snout-shaped nose cover turned every breath she took into a stifled snort.

She stood rigidly, her body trembling. Her breath came in ragged pants through the snout, producing unpleasant snuffling sounds.

I approached her, walking slowly in a circle around her.

“See?” I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. “It suits you perfectly, Gwen. Pink is a pig’s favorite color, isn’t it? And this nose piece… it really makes you look like a haughty sow.”

Gwenneth let out a muffled growl, her mouth forced open by the gag.

“This… makes it hard to breathe,” she complained, her nose completely covered.

“Hard to breathe?” I asked, feigning concern. Then I smiled. “Pigs can breathe through their mouths too. And look at you—your mouth’s already open. So use it. Or…” I shrugged lightly. “Stop breathing altogether. I don’t care.”

I looked at the three of them standing lined up before me. The sight was so perfect, so satisfying to my lust for control, that my cock felt like it was about to burst.

Delilah stepped forward. Her movement made her bell tinkle and her tail sway.

“Adam, Dear… what would you like to do next? We’ve… dressed as you ordered.”

Her words made Angeline snort and Gwenneth clench her fists even tighter.

I gazed at the three of them—the graceful yet lewd cow mother, the cute and bratty bunny sister, and the haughty but humiliated pig sister. Combined with Charlotte, helplessly suspended in the center of the room like the focal point of all this chaos.

“What do I want to do?” I murmured, squeezing my hard shaft through my pants. “I think… we can start with reintroductions. Call me Master. Delilah, you can reintroduce yourself to me… with a cute cow sound.”

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