Chapter 32 - Getting Heated

“Thanks, Mary. Honestly, I don’t know how it happened,” Carmen said, taking the large box from her former antagonist. The blonde shrugged, sending ripples through her impressive bust, which forced Carmen’s eyes away. It was getting harder to ignore such things, more so with Mary proudly showing off her chest. The shirt even had the cup-size embroidered into it; N-cup. She wondered what store made bras that big for someone otherwise slim.

“It’s nothing. I outgrew most of those ages ago. Macromastia and all that,” Mary said and waved her hand. After Carmen added that new rule in the book, most of her ‘victims’ suddenly had explanations for their bodies. All were born dual-sexed, but kept it hidden as best they could - except Zoey, who’s new life story was one of being raised a boy, until her curves came in - and some developed other conditions. Like Ashley’s breasts turning into cum tanks. She hadn’t called for Carmen’s help in a while. Might be worth checking in, Carmen thought and let Mary inside.

Just a few months ago, she never would’ve entertained the idea. Now, she didn’t mind that Mary sat in the living room, relaxed as ever, or that she was practically half-naked. Carmen never removed the punishment side of Mary’s change, in case she regressed to a bitch. Certainly not to ogle her tan skin, svelte waist and abundance of thigh. Or almost a foot of cleavage that stuck in front of her, displayed by a halter top that functioned as her bra.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Carmen asked and handed her a glass of soda, nodding to the slight bumps of Mary’s nipples. It was early morning and the sun mimicked her attention, radiance cast upon the busty blonde’s stack.

“Nah, feels good actually. But you can check if you want? You might need to get real close, though,” Mary teased, then pouted as Carmen shook her head, taking a seat on another chair. The living had a couch and two chairs in a semi-circle around the tv. A large coffee table sat in the centre, with smaller tables between  the furniture.

“You know, one of these days you’re gonna have to loosen up,” Mary said.

“Yeah,” Carmen sighed, mind turning to Rachel and the fantasies that played over and over everyday and night, “But I have a girlfriend now, so…”

“What?” Mary gasped and leaned forward, breasts spilling over her lap, “When? How? Give me details woman!”

Carmen’s cheeks burned at the admission. It had slipped out, though she was going to tell her friends sooner or later. And Mary was perhaps the best one, since she had experience with relationships, at least sexually.

“It just started a week ago, but, uh… it’s going fast. I think.” Carmen kept the details close, not wanting to reveal that it was Rachel. She couldn’t risk Mary harassing her, or telling the others too early.

“Who is it? Please tell me it’s Zoey. The way she looks at you makes me wanna cry sometimes.”

“It’s, uh, no one like that,” Carmen said.

“Oh, I get it. Yeah, that dick would scare just about anyone away.”

“Not that,” Carmen chuckled and shook her head, “I mean, she’s someone else. Someone we don’t hang out with. Anyway, I’m worried that it’s going too quick.”

“Why?” Mary asked and leaned back, “I’ve seen plenty of fast moving lovers stay together. It’s called the ‘honeymoon phase’. You guys bang and if you’re still together after, then you’ve got something.”

“I mean, I…” Carmen swallowed her doubt. This was Mary, a proud slut, even with a dick in her pants, and someone that slept with hundreds more people than Carmen. Sex was second nature for her, “I don’t want to sleep with her and then it’s over, you know. Or for things to change.”

It didn’t happen with Stacy, but it wasn’t long before something went wrong. This was a high school romance, however, and those rarely ended well. Perhaps she only noted the worst ones, and media portrayed the bad more often, so that might affect her judgement. She liked Rachel. The last thing she wanted was to hurt her. But they couldn’t escape Gretchen. Something would happen once Summer ended. Could she just enjoy this for the holidays and leave it at that?

Nothing had to go wrong. Carmen was on the verge of happiness, wasn’t she? Nice house, happy family, a relationship, good friends and options for the future. Most were because of the Futa Note. What was a couple more entries just to solidify it? Mary pulled her from the reverie.

“It won’t be over. Trust me, you don’t want to wait too long with some people. If she’s making moves on you, show interest, maybe hold back a bit, then return the favour,” Mary looked deep in thought, as if going over one of her many trysts, “Or maybe just go on instinct. Spontaneous sex is pretty fun.”

“Thanks,” Carmen said, though her face was hot.

“I like seeing you happy,” Mary explained and got to her feet, “It’s a good change from your usual gloomy look.”

“Gloomy?”

“Yeah, you used to be all dark and broody. Don’t get me wrong, it worked, but your smile is so sexy. Well, I’ve gotta go. Ashley and I are meeting up later.” Mary winked as she left.

Carmen stood at the door, lost in thought for a second. She checked her new phone; two hours until she needed to head out. Rachel’s face looked at her from the screen, beaming adorably. She didn’t like being called cute, but there were few other words that perfectly summed her up sometimes. Even in her fantasies, where she turned Rachel into an amalgam of sexuality, that cuteness remained. Reminded of her growing depravity, Carmen turned her attention to the old clothes Mary dropped off.

While not her style, few things of hers fit right, and she didn’t have time to shop for more. That was wrong. She had the time, any amount she needed now, but her attentions were torn. Between Melody and Rachel, she didn’t leave much for herself, and what little she did was spent in pleasure. She masturbated everyday and dragged it out if possible.

It was just as Rachel told her; ‘going slow made it better’. Taking a few minutes just to grope herself, to enjoy parts of her body she felt pride in, before moving to her less appealing side. It had grown in the past week. Being so intimately familiar now, she could tell. Each day seemed to add a fraction of growth, not just on her penis, but her breasts and ass and height. Hence, nothing in her wardrobe fit. Mary was her closest bet in terms of size. Zoey was too tall and hadn’t saved any old clothes either.

Carmen sighed, thinking that she should see her friends more often. Maybe she would organise something and bring Rachel along, then she and Zoey could reconvene, perhaps more. Thoughts of her friends had crept in amongst her fantasies lately, like her restraints were corroding, letting them seep out with her libido. Now it wasn’t only Rachel she lusted after. Mary’s tits, Ashley’s sublime ass, Zoey’s height and cock, Dakota’s… she hadn’t really done anything to her. Was that fair? Everyone else had something special, a ‘punishment’ to some extent.

“Now you’re getting it,” Ryuka said, pulling out some of Mary’s old clothes. They didn’t have a hope of fitting the Seikogami, even the monumental bra in her hands. Supposedly, the rashes hadn’t started until Mary was already huge. Carmen pinched her brow at the size of it; 34G. Mary mentioned that she hadn’t worn it since she was in middle school. She must’ve been ridiculed for it. Another bra was a H cup, with still more climbing higher - some were even too big for Carmen. Maybe Mary didn’t need the rashes anymore.

No, that might retroactively change things. Carmen groaned. Why did the book have to put time manipulation into effect? The past no longer mattered, she thought. Just focus on the present.

“Exactly,” Ryuka said and hugged her from behind, “Ooh, we’ll make a wonderful Seikogami of you yet.”

“Shut up,” Carmen snapped with a grin and rummaged through the box. There had to be something decent that’d fit.

There was, but it pushed her boundaries. If Ryuka hadn’t reminded her of the time, she might’ve chanced a trip to the mall, but she and Rachel had plans. Carmen was nothing if not punctual. She put the clothes away, not wanting Melody to find some of the lingerie Mary included, and rushed to the bus. Other passengers stared at her, one mother covered her child’s eyes. That was uncalled for.

Carmen showed far more skin than she cared for, but she didn’t look like a prostitute either. Her shirt cut low, cresting the line of her bra, which itself dipped low enough that her areolae could peek out any moment. It at least covered her navel, but ended where her hips bellowed out. With the sun bright and air humid, she didn’t want to wear jeans, and instead opted for Mary’s baggiest shorts. They just concealed her bulge, but otherwise hugged her thighs and ass tight. It was a strange combination, given her clear, milky complexion. Her clothes suited a tanned beachgoer.

“Adds some elegance if you ask me,” Ryuka said and added, upon receiving Carmen’s scowl, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two alone. But I think I know what you’ll be getting up to.”

Her cheeks burned at the implications. She gripped her bag, equipped with a change of clothes and the Futa Note. She shouldn’t have brought it. The temptation was always there anyway, but having it on her person, around the current object of her desires, was tempting fate. Worse, it was like laughing in its face. Carmen leaned against the window, using the rocking to ground her thoughts.

“This was a stupid idea.” Any number of things could go wrong. She suspected Rachel knew about her penis, but hadn’t confirmed anything, so this could expose her and turn Rachel away. Her urges might take over, the book might influence her mind, it could tempt her to do something horrible. Like steal Rachel’s will. She couldn’t lose her if Rachel didn’t have free thought.

“Maybe dump all those thoughts on someone else?” Ryuka offered, “You said it before right? That ‘it’s to get it out of your system’. And I know you think Dakota’s entry looks pretty barren next to everyone else’s.”

Carmen pulled out the book and looked at the first page, where Dakota’s name preceded all others. She didn’t stand out, but she was a good person at heart. Kind and supportive, like a mother. Something maternal might suit her, though she prided herself on being athletic. The futa slammed the book shut, blushing furiously as she stuffed it away. Indulging herself this past week had taken its toll. She glared at Ryuka, then took a breath and shut her eyes. In a little while, she’d be with Rachel.

Anxiety tainted anticipation. Traces of arousal dripped through as well, like a viscous sludge escaping through growing cracks. It slid through the body, leaving a slimy trail of heat in its wake, which fed more to that fire. A perpetual cycle of lust, unending without a release. Once it was free, however, what was to say carnage wouldn’t ensue. But it was worth the risk.

Rachel sat in the living room. It was approaching noon, the sun at its peak. She wore a loose shirt, one that let the air currents swirl around her torso, and a pair of shorts. No underwear, the heat made them all but unbearable, and she hoped they’d only get in the way later. It’d been a few days since she and Carmen went out for a picnic of all things. They were a sight, both pale as alabaster and porcelain respectively.

It solidified Rachel’s desire. They didn’t talk often, a phone call once or twice and some texts, and yet it was enough to draw her deeper into Carmen. Enigmas surrounded the honour student’s thoughts, sometimes hinting at feelings Rachel shared, but otherwise kept them shrouded. Those hints kept her diving, sinking toward what she wanted. Today, she would find and pull it out.

A series of raps on the door jolted her.

“I’ve got it!” Leah announced, waddling toward the door. She’d just finished her milkings, so her breasts weren’t door frame trouble, though still enough for her to graze the edges. The second and third pair didn’t give the same issues, but they held her top set high, almost obscuring her chin from a slightly low angle. It was that sight which greeted Carmen.

She couldn’t match Leah in curves. No one did, even Mary and Ashley, who suffered from macromastia, were like grade schoolers compared to her, but Carmen had a controlled beauty around her. Lust seemed to hover around her with elegance, or like a tiger stalking in its cage, waiting to strike. More so with her current outfit that pronounced her curvature like few others could. It juxtaposed her refined palor and looked closer to something Mary wore.

“Hi, Carmen! Oh, you look amazing,” Leah said. Her drawling voice gave way to excitement, rough with blatant desire, and oblivious to anything but the woman standing before her. Until Rachel cleared her throat.

“Hey,” she said and nudged her sister aside, letting Carmen enter.

“Hey,” Carmen said, blushing fiercely. Her eyes struggled to stay off Leah. Understandable, Rachel thought with a glance her way as well. No one else could keep their eyes focused with her around. Even gay men gawked at her package, which bulged a little despite her baggiest pants. A poncho couldn’t hide just how massive her tits were either. Nothing covered her right since Rachel was young.

“Hmm, you really look great in that,” Leah continued, raking her eyes across Carmen’s body.

“Don’t you have work,” Rachel reminded her.

Leah pouted, “Fine. I’ll leave you love birds alone. Just make sure you clean up after yourselves.” She left with a wink at Carmen, who breathed a sigh once the door shut. Rachel chuckled and gestured to the living room. From now, until that evening, they had the house to themselves.

“So, uh, what now?” Rachel asked and sat next to her girlfriend. She really was stunning, more so now than a couple days ago. Must’ve been a trick from not seeing her for a few days.

“You wanted to show me some things, if I recall,” Carmen said with an easy smile.

“Oh, yeah. Specifically, I want you to watch some anime. See if anything sticks. Common interests and all that.” Rachel grabbed the remote.

“Isn’t anime just weird, bombastic stuff? Like that Yu-Gi-Oh thing?”

“Yes and no. You’d be amazed at some of them. It’s really just animation with a distinct style. That’s all.”

Carmen shrugged and relaxed into the couch. The first show was Dragon Ball. Rachel intended to show her a little of everything, then continue with whatever caught her interest. Part of her dreaded showing this stuff, in case it turned Carmen away. She was an honour student, a serious mind honed to block out most forms of entertainment.

It went better than expected. Carmen laughed, sometimes just a giggle, but other times she gave a true laugh. Oh, it was a musical, husky sound, like a song made to arouse. Rachel almost didn’t notice herself leaning toward her, then her head was on Carmen’s shoulder, and an arm had draped over hers. This felt natural. Just a few dates and barely more than a week of time together, yet Rachel was comfortable. More than that, she wanted to take this much further.

“That was funnier than I expected,” Carmen said once the episode ended.

“It’s silly in all the right ways,” Rachel grinned and hunted down the next show, “I wish I could animate like that, but don’t have the time or talent.”

“Just takes practice,” Carmen rubbed her shoulder, fingers grazing a breast. The briefest touch, but it was nice.

“Yeah. This is No Game No Life. It’s fun,” Rachel said and nestled deeper into Carmen’s shoulder, until the bone got uncomfortable, then she tested the waters and slid lower. Her head laid upon the breast over Carmen’s heart, its palpitations reverberated in the soft mound, muffled in Rachel’s ear but audible nonetheless. Carmen didn’t move her or say anything, so she stayed there.

“I don’t know how I feel about that one,” Carmen noted after two episodes, “It was a bit… uh, it focused a little too much on the kid.”

“She’s cute,” Rachel said, “I like those characters. Makes me feel a little better with my height. And chest.” She chuckled, feeling her waifish breasts, then nuzzled against Carmen’s.

“You look great,” Carmen said and, with a chuckle, leaned down to her ear, “You’re cute.”

“Ugh,” Rachel rolled her eyes and moved on, “Death Note’s really good. For about the first half, second takes a dip.”

During the episodes, Rachel noticed her perch squirming. Was she uncomfortable the concept? No, she had a smile on her face, like it bemused her. Carmen shook her head at one point.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, just… deja vu,” Carmen snickered. She left it alone and, once the episodes were done, got them some snacks.

“So, what’d you think?” Rachel asked around a cookie.

“It… was interesting,” Carmen glanced at her bag and pulled it around to sit between her legs.

“Cookie?” Rachel offered one. She’d baked them herself, needing a distraction from the constant, infuriating arousal. Every other thought was Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. Carmen. Her boobs. Her ass. The potential of her cock. Her thighs. Her feet. Her hands.

She snapped the thoughts with a bite. They reformed again, surging downward into her loins and bubbled over. Rachel lowered her eyes. Was this her body saying ‘it’s now or never’. She looked back to Carmen.

“I have to tell you something!” Carmen said.

Whatever lust befell Rachel blinded her to the trepidation in Carmen’s voice. She leaned over her, panting softly, and placed a hand on her thigh.

“I know,” Rachel breathed and kissed her. For a moment, Carmen was frozen, then her lips reciprocated and her tongue soon joined in. They separated for a moment, “I know you’ve got one. I don’t care. No. I love it.”

“What?” Carmen gasped as her crotch was grabbed, fingers squeezing her secret. Before she could speak, Rachel blanketed the words, lips pressing harder as she swung a leg over so she straddled Carmen’s voluptuous thighs. Their chests mashed together, smothering Rachel’s in that sublime softness, while her hips ground into a swelling mound.

“I’m serious… there’s something I have to talk to you about.”

“Later,” Rachel huffed and tugged on Carmen’s shirt, urging it over her head to reveal a lacy bra that struggled with its contents, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” She unhooked the undergarment, pulling it away so its bounty dropped free, though they didn’t sag nearly as much as their size should. Just looking at them made her skin tingle. An undercurrent of heat rolled down her body like lava, dripping out from her crotch. Her panties were already damp.

She went back to kissing her girlfriend, smothering her hands in those gorgeous tits. Nipples shoved back against Rachel’s palms, digging in and teasing a soft moan from Carmen, whose own hands joined the fun. They slid down the petite girl’s body, finding her pert rear and pulling it closer. Saliva filled their mouths and dribbled down their chins, moans pouring out into the room.

It’d only been a couple hours. Rachel planned for this to happen later on, after she ‘accidentally’ put on some porn to set the mood, but this worked too. She didn’t know why she was so aroused already. Carmen just had that effect, she supposed. Before today, just holding her hand was enough to moisten her loins, readying her for another night of self-indulgence. Kisses offered a whole other level, and now they were making out like a pair of sluts. Rachel pulled away and stared at Carmen.

“It’s your turn,” Carmen said, reluctant but resolute as she hooked her fingers in Rachel’s shirt. She pulled it off, revealing the smaller girl’s chest. Rachel covered them with an arm, blushing as she compared their sizes. It was laughable. Her big titted girlfriend pulled the arm away and leaned down to kiss a mound. Fuck! That… did Carmen have some kind of superpower to turned people on?

“You’re lovely,” Carmen said and flicked a tit with her tongue, striking a nerve just right.

Rachel moaned and slouched down to the far larger counterparts, “I’m nothing compared to you though.” She kissed a breast, “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss, closer to the nipple, “You’ve got big boobs. And you’re kind.” Now Rachel latched onto a nipple, startling a yelp from Carmen.

“I’m not… I’m not that kind.”

Rachel ignored her, enamoured by the taste bombarding her. It wasn’t that Carmen used a special body wash, nor was she sweaty, yet her nipple felt and tasted incredible. The thing was the size of Rachel’s thumb, yet squished against her tongue and teeth as she nibbled, and elongated when she suckled, filling her maw. She swirled her muscle around it, using Carmen’s moans to better her moves. Her hands groped the other breast, needing both just for the one. Even then, there was so much she couldn’t handle.

Unlike her, Carmen had no trouble. Her fingers alone covered the expanse of Rachel’s breasts, massaging the small mounds and rolling her nipples. Moans rumbled in their chests, rising as if to outdo each other. Rachel moved onto the other tit, inhaling the areolae. When she finished with them both, her spit left a glossy sheen in her wake. She ground harder into the straining erection below.

“Carmen,” Rachel leaned against her neck, kissing down to her collarbone. One hand reached lower, groping Carmen’s crotch, “Can I see it? Please?”

“I… s-sure. Go ahead,” Carmen said, though she refused to meet Rachel’s eyes. The redhead giggled and sank to the floor, where she pulled the shorts away. A pair of boxers struggled to keep the cock in check, but it was a futile effort. Two quick tugs and her goal lurched into sight. Drool ran down her chin until she remembered to swallow, though more spit replaced it a second later.

“W-well?” Carmen was blushing a deeper red than Rachel’s hair. Despite her usual controlled demeanour, she could be adorable, a sharp juxtaposition to her womb wrecker. Not a giant member like Leah’s, however the fucking thing was stunning. From root to tip, gnarled veins crawled like spindly fingers, its girth exaggerated by them, and ending in a fat head that would drag on her pussy as it pulled out. Rachel shook her head. That might be too much for now. Later tonight, when Leah was asleep.

“It’s everything I dreamed of.”

“You dreamt of this?” Carmen asked, a small grin on her face.

“Almost every night,” Rachel admitted and neared the penis, breath halting as its smell assailed her nostrils, “And every time I masturbated.”

Carmen’s blush somehow deepened, spreading into her chest. She straightened her back, a flicker of pride in her face, that was replaced by shock as Rachel grabbed the shaft. Glistening pre-cum overflowed the tip, that scent burgeoning and pulling Rachel closer. Something compelled her nearer, so her head rested in Carmen’s lap, her nose all but pressed into the cock.

“What now?” Carmen asked.

“Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you,” Rachel said, squeezing out more pre-cum. It cascaded down her shaft, over her fingers, and sent volts across her skin. She leaned in close and extended her tongue, lapping up the clear slime. A shudder ran through Carmen, however she stayed in place, watching and feeling Rachel’s attentions. She stared at the purple crown and kissed it with all the passion she had.

More pre-cum gushed out, coating her lips, which she licked up with a hungry moan and made her way down the shaft. Carmen’s musk thickened the longer she stayed, it coiled around her senses like tendrils and pulled her in. One hand held the shaft upright, her fingers failed to even go halfway, while she fondled the sack. Each ball was heavy in her palm, as if packed full with semen. Her tongue soon found them, licking up any sweat she could find.

Rachel suctioned onto a swollen orb, inhaling all she could. It wouldn’t fit into her mouth though, so she settled for the delicious, taut skin. A new odour drew her attention. Lifting the sack, she spied Carmen’s pussy, engorged and sopping wet. The sight and smell shot to her own. She clenched her thighs at the sudden flood of desire, droplets escaping down her inner legs. Drool poured down her chin.

Before the thought formed, she was already there. Carmen’s folds seemed to stretch for her lips, meeting her in a lurid, sloppy kiss, sucking on her tongue as it dove inside. Juices poured into her mouth, more than she expected and almost choked her. Rachel pulled back and swallowed, shuddering at the heat rushing across her body. If she didn’t know better, she thought she might cum just from pleasuring Carmen.

Returning to the aromatic snatch, she realised it was possible. Every lash of her tongue, every pulse of Carmen’s heart through those lips, and every little moan she heard from above fed her ecstasy. She didn’t touch herself, her shorts were still in place too, yet her pussy was soaked. If not for the clothes, she’d be dripping. Was that even possible so quickly?

They only made out and now she was eating Carmen’s sodden cunt. She shouldn’t be this turned on, much less on the verge of orgasm, yet the telltale pressure in her abdomen said otherwise. And the more she licked, suckled and drank, the better everything became, as if the juices were responsible. No. Just Carmen’s presence, her touch, was enough. This was love? It had to be. She was only with a few other people like this, but none made her feel this way.

Rachel yanked herself away in a sudden, elated rush. She climbed back up and kissed Carmen hard, sucking on her tongue like a jacked up slut, riding her legs through a miniature orgasm.

“I just came…” Rachel panted once they parted, then she giggled and kissed her again.

“That seems unfair,” Carmen said, a smile on her face. Most times, even her smiles were composed, measured as if to avoid proper emotion. Not this time. It reached her dark eyes, gleaming with mischief for the first time Rachel had seen them. She tried imagining a sexier face, a porn star, model or just a random slut on the street. None even glimpsed the precipice Carmen stood upon. She was that beautiful.

Which hurt Rachel more than anything else. Guilt gnawed at her arousal, knowing that she was responsible for Carmen breaking up with her ex. They might’ve stayed together even if the shop was destroyed, but Rachel had to bring up the idea of cutting off contact, having noticed Carmen’s relief while she worked. It was that Stacy person’s doing. Without her, Carmen might’ve become miserable and Zoey would have come back to Rachel. Of course things didn’t play that way. Instead, Carmen helped Ashley to leave Gretchen’s abusive hand.

Rachel could’ve done anything else. She could’ve talked to her. She could’ve kept her mouth shut. But she didn’t. She was the worst.

“What’s wrong?” Carmen asked, that smile vanished and worry took its place.

“Nothing,” Rachel shook her head, latching onto the twinge of lust still remaining, but it eluded her. Her eyes stung, “Let me…”

“It’s okay,” Carmen didn’t let her move. She held her tight, breasts squeezing between them to create a comfort Rachel only vaguely remembered from being a child. This was like a parent’s embrace, warm and soft and protective. Rachel stiffened. She didn’t deserve it. Carmen’s hand combed through her hair, nails lightly running along the scalp just how she liked it.

“It’s not okay,” Rachel whispered. She didn’t want to say anything. If she did, then her happiness would crumble. This fragile bubble would implode on and crush her. Carmen was quiet, then she pushed Rachel off and to the side. She leaned into her bag and pulled out a notebook, the same fetish diary Rachel had peeked into.

“This, uh… this is gonna sound crazy, but… this book changes people,” Carmen said. At that, Rachel sputtered a laugh. Was she trying to make her feel better? Anything to delay the inevitable.

Chapter 34 - Let The Sex Begin

Whatever expectations she had were shattered. Pleasure was no stranger to Carmen anymore since masturbating daily, nor was oral from her time with Stacy, and the infrequent blowjobs Ryuka snuck upon her, but this shocked her to the core. Moans trickled from her mouth like sweet nothings. She stared at the ceiling, hoping to reconcile reality with the sensations, yet it still felt like she was being sucked into a whirlpool and flying on a hurricane at the same time. All thanks to the bobbing mane of red in her lap.

Rachel gagged and slurped on every inch that her little throat could handle. Her hands stroked as she pulled away, then fondled the balls when she choked herself on the shaft, heedless of the mess drooling from her lips. When she looked up through smeared eyes, it was love and adoration that radiated from her, not discomfort or playful anger. Even as she retched and strained her jaw and throat.

Those pouty lips clung to Carmen like tiny pillows. Rachel gulped on instinct, her tongue squirmed and spit foamed out. A mess formed and spread on the bed, though most was caught on Carmen’s balls and massaged by the fresh futa’s hands. Self-preservation won out a moment later and Rachel wretched herself free to take huge gulps of air. Even so, she laid her head in Carmen’s lap, huffing the musk of her girl-meat.

“I’m dripping right now,” Rachel gasped and looked up, hand between her legs. She stroked her cock, gathered a glob of pre-cum and reached around her balls to fondle her pussy, “Fuck, it’s so fat down there. Why is it so big? Are you into big, puffy cunts?”

“Yeah,” Carmen said, nose flared to catch a whiff, “I guess so.” She didn’t know that before, but pre-cum oozed at the thought, which Rachel lapped up greedily. It wasn’t planned to end up that way, nor was Rachel’s transformation, but the book knew her better it seemed.

“How do you want me?” Rachel asked and turned around to show off her gorgeous new ass, “Fuck, this thing is huge. I love it.”

“What ‘thing’ exactly?” Carmen’s hand followed the mounds, which dwarfed it even with her fingers spread apart.

“Hmm, my ass,” Rachel cooed and lowered her head to a pillow, arching her rear high as possible, “But…”

“But?”

“It could be bigger, right?” Rachel giggled.

“Don’t tempt me,” Carmen said and kissed one cheek, trailing down until her eyes were graced by a set of thick folds, dripping wet and a mouthwatering pink colour, “Hmm, first let me return the favour.”

“Oh god!” Rachel bucked against her lips and tongue, covering and entering her respectively. Carmen moaned into her snatch, throat burning from the zesty fluids, while she guzzled down more by the second. The folds succumbed to her muscle, moving with its lustfully languid motions. In seconds, the walls clamped down and tried pulling Carmen’s head in, before releasing her and a spray of fem-cum. Thick droplets went up her nose, covered her cheeks and blinded her, while saturating her tongue in the flavour. She pulled back and caught the remaining droplets on her face.

The redhead collapsed into a gasping heap. One orgasm did that to her, and Carmen planned for many, many more. For now, however, she deserved some rest. Maybe not complete rest, Carmen thought and rolled the epitome of short-stacks onto her back, then straddled her, trapped her cock between their chests and pressed her knee into the sack. Rachel shone with the afterglow and sweat.

“I didn’t think I could cum that fast,” she said and her cock spat indignantly.

“Well, something else still needs a shot,” Carmen said and slid her body higher, dragging her own prick along the much larger counterpart. How long would that last? She wondered and thought about Ryuka, or the Futa Note. With all the changes she’d already gone through, they seemed the most likely outcome. The height wouldn’t be unwelcome, and she might even enjoy being ludicrously curvy, more than she already was, but a cock of that size just… could she live with that and still make a respectable career?

Would that matter? Her cock already gave such pleasure, if it grew to that size she might not be herself anymore.

“Hey, don’t think about things that aren’t me,” Rachel chastised her, bringing her mind back to find a pouting face, with a pair of head-sized tits swallowing the chin.

“Sorry,” Carmen grinned and pushed the thoughts away, storing them to worry over later, then smothered her lover in her lips. Rachel tried reciprocating that same ferocity, but she lacked the power Carmen now held, all but helpless beneath the futa. And she only moaned for more. Pre-cum gushed from Rachel, slicking up their bodies so they glided over each other, lips fastened as their tongues swirled, spit passed between them, and lust burning hotter by the second. Carmen growled in her chest and pressed harder.

She clasped her hand onto an ass cheek and another on a breast. A nipple was snagged between her fingers, which she squeezed together and pulled, forcing a keening moan from Rachel. It was a tough match between sizes. Carmen massaged both curves, fingers vanishing into the thickness, and decided Rachel’s ass took the win. She didn’t know if luck or Rachel’s desires influenced it, but the cheeks were massive and firm, springing back when her fingers move on. It would be a perfect cushion for later.

“We doing this?” Rachel asked once she had a breather, panting into Carmen’s face. Her cheeks were flushed a brilliant red, blending into the messy locks of hair, while she spread her legs.

“I don’t think I could stop myself,” Carmen said and meant it as she gawked over the petite, massively endowed futa spread beneath her. For that time, whatever fuelled her libido, whether it was something as normal as affection for Rachel, or if she was falling deeper into the Futa Note, did not matter. She straightened her back and trailed her fingers across Rachel’s body, basking in how the futa moaned at her light touch.

“How do you want me?” Rachel repeated. Carmen didn’t have an answer. Her dreams and fantasies collided in their zeal to be realised, leaving her blank on just what she wanted. Part of her longed to feel that ass squash against her pelvis as she pounded Rachel from behind, another wanted to see those eyes submerged in ecstasy, and more desired depravity. Could she fuck that cock with hers?

“Just like this,” Carmen said, almost shivering from the effort of holding herself back, and pushed Rachel’s legs up, so her ass was raised. Her sack fell to cover her chubby cunt, like a bride’s veil. Carmen pushed it up, needing both hands to manage the size, and her dick lurched at the sight of swollen folds, drooling murky fem-cum. It pulsed at her, seeming to reach out for the prick just inches away and pulled it closer. She ran her tip along the vulva and repeated it until she was covered in juices.

Rachel took hold of her legs and held them in place. Her tits were squeezed around her cock, which extended past her lips, forcing her to guzzle an endless stream of pre. Hearing the gulps, seeing the tiny futa’s eyes pleading, and feeling the heat of her pussy stole Carmen’s body. Before she conjured the thought, her hips moved and sank inside. The sudden molten walls that formed around her destroyed every ounce of control. Carmen jammed the rest inside and froze.

Minutes crawled by, each like a condensed eternity spent in the arms of bliss. Yet something more waited beyond even that seemingly complete pleasure. Carmen folded over and caught a nipple in her mouth. The flavour set everything back into motion and her hips jerked back, yanking a spray of cum from Rachel, before they slammed down to a wet clap. Rachel arched and cried out around her dick. Her legs clamped around Carmen as her hands clawed at her head.

Their cocks and moans harmonised. Carmen inhaled as much flesh her mouth could fit, like a suction cup trying to engorge the already fat nipple. Her tongue poked at the nub, manipulating it to her whims and tearing rougher moans from Rachel, who stifled them in her own cock. Pre-cum gushed from the thing, such was her arousal and pleasure, while her pussy undulated.

The walls pulled on Carmen as she reared back. Her voluptuous ass rose high and plummeted to smash into Rachel, an obscured bulge detailing her passage, though she felt it through the redhead’s prick as it rose and fell. It wasn’t a large cock when faced with Rachel’s, but the tightness of her walls made it feel massive. Wet squelches punctuated each stab of her cock past the swollen lips and straight to the cervix, which arched around the head.

“Gonna cum…” Rachel mumbled around her cock, eyes rolling back even as they tried focusing on Carmen. Viscous drool ran down her chin. Her face was yanked up, cock slapping her cheek in freedom, before it was replaced by Carmen’s lips and tongue. Sweat and Rachel’s body wash flavoured her spit, then was replaced by cock-juice as they swapped it back and forth. Heavier moans signalled Rachel’s burgeoning climax. Her pulse thudded angrily in her dick and pre splashed everywhere until it just stopped. Rachel arched her hips and her cunt became a vice around Carmen.

Then a shriek tore its way from her throat. Every limb clamped around the honour student, refusing even an inch of give, while her pussy milked her like a starved beast. Their groins pressed flush, yet still Carmen pushed. Her cock crammed against the cervix, a stubborn barrier between her and true intimacy. That thought held firm as she pulled back against Rachel’s grip, then used it and stabbed through.

Everything crushed her in that moment. All the pleasure, the emotions, and every second she spent restraining her lust, nothing was left out as ecstasy flooded her mind and body. Carmen matched her lover’s scream, their chests mashed together and squeezed out the sudden jets of white from Rachel, like heaving globes of dough and filling. For thirty seconds, rivulets and random spurts escaped.

Then, as Rachel prepared the follow-up, Carmen unleashed hers. Not even halfway up her shaft, Rachel yelled in another orgasm, brought on by the abrupt distension. Both their cocks released in tandem, one further coating them both, while the other baptised Rachel’s womb in gelatinous seed. It bathed Carmen’s prick and tried leaking out, but the exit squeezed water tight around her.

“... cum in me… cum in me… cum in me…” Rachel slurred between sloppy, tongue-filled kisses. Her cock was pushed higher as her shrunken womb bloated, Carmen’s balls still heavy with jizz even as it sprayed out. Likewise, Rachel’s weren’t done by far, each the size of a grapefruit and barely diminished. Bliss deprived them both of higher thought. Carmen forgot everything but her pleasure, mindless thrusts and the feel of Rachel’s tongue on hers, heedless to the mess of semen and drool that rubbed off onto her own face. Even the prospect of unprotected sex didn’t register.

For endless seconds, it was a cycle of ecstasy. Reality darted to and from her consciousness. One moment, she was locked to Rachel’s face, the next her teeth were grinding over a cum-slathered nipple. Her hips were their own mindless machine. Thrust after thrust, spurt after thick, sticky spurt, and still her climax persisted. A final, brutal shot ended it.

She recovered with her face buried in Rachel’s neck. That didn’t stop her from kissing the tenderised flesh, soothing the bruises she’d left behind, and lapped up errant beads of sweat. When she pulled back, Rachel stopped her.

“Don’t… just… stay here for a bit. Please?”

“Okay,” Carmen said and brought her face up to meet the redhead, who panted in exhaustion, however her kegels kept milking her like a machine. Her face scrunched up in stabs of pleasure, echoes of an orgasm that left them and the bed filthy, “Was it everything you hoped for?”

“Y-yeah,” Rachel said and moaned as Carmen shifted her hips, “Fuck! Don’t… move! I’m super sensitive right now.”

“It couldn’t have been that good. You’re still pulling on me after all,” Carmen teased, hips swaying and her cock swimming in its progeny.

“It was!” Rachel groaned, “Ah, I feel so full.”

“Hmm, I’m not so sure,” Carmen walked a set of fingers to Rachel’s rounded gut, compliments of the taller futa’s cock, “I think you need a little more work.”

“Don’t…” Despite her word, Rachel’s cunt squeezed and flushed hotter, a fresh wave of juices gushing forth.

“Wait here,” Carmen said and extracted herself with ease. The redhead squeaked as her pussy was vacated, the path freed for a deluge of girl-jizz. Rachel shifted onto her side, a wet squelch bellowed from her pussy as semen was squeezed from her womb, and watched Carmen. Despite the orgasm, she looked calm as ever and, like an unmovable rock, her dick stood erect while it flopped side to side with each sway of her delicious cheeks. Desire shone through the smile on her face.

“What’re you up to?” Rachel asked, then glanced at the desk, “Oh.”

Carmen giggled the most carefree laugh since her childhood. When was the last time she let herself just enjoy something? Even with Stacy, her mind was lost halfway between ecstasy and concern over the future, no matter how good it was together. It couldn’t last forever, nothing did, but she was happy to let her cock and pussy think for her.

She paused in the middle and just breathed it in. The freedom of being naked, the satisfaction of having fucked someone, the temptation of going over the cliff into an ocean of depravity that stretched before her. All manner of things swirled in her mind. Carmen half-turned to her lover, overlaying everything she wanted, or ever could want onto the newly changed futa. Her arousal hadn’t faded either, cock still hard and eyes glazed over in dream-like wander. She was helpless to Carmen’s whims.

“Just a little something,” Carmen said, pushing aside the baser urges. She bent over her desk, notebook and pencil waiting. The words jumbled together, each clamouring to get free, but she’d dealt with worse. A quick snap in her mind and they were chained back up, leaving the minor wish alone to be realised.

Her hand jerked away at the touch of lips and tongue on her pussy. Carmen braced herself and moaned, rolling her hips to grind her slobbering cunt over her face. The redhead buried her chin in the wrinkly scrotum, eyes consumed in ass flesh, while her mouth guzzled juices. A hand wrapped around Carmen’s cock, stroking in tandem to each lick, from clit to taint. Moans rumbled from chest to tongue and into her snatch.

Oh, she wanted to smother Rachel in it. Just a few lines and she’d have a pussy big enough to swallow the redhead. If tongues and fingers felt so good, then imagine stretching around something like that. Carmen moaned and pushed back, grinding on her lover’s mouth, then glanced down to find Rachel’s cock throbbing between her legs. It was so swollen that it maintained a hard angle by itself. So many desires bounced against the confines of her body and mind.

She wanted to fuck. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to write her own name. She wanted pleasure. She wanted control. She wanted…

One at a time. Carmen clenched her eyes shut and focused, first on the sensation of her girlfriend’s tongue fluttering inside her, then on her breathing, and moved onto the Futa Note. God, Rachel was good at cunnilingus. Or was it that Carmen’s sensitivity had gone haywire?

“Anything special?” Carmen asked as she erased the last word of Rachel’s entry, already rewriting it. Rachel shook her head, moving her tongue in a deliciously simple way, “Alright then.” Good thing she hadn’t written in pen, though she was curious what might happen if she wrote someone’s name twice. A second cock seemed possible, and arousing. Her eyes drifted back to Rachel’s member and imagined a duplicate beside it, bulging with veins and unspent cum.

“I want to feel this,” Carmen said as she finished and whirled on Rachel. She picked her up like a sack of feathers, cocks grinding together, and laid down on the bed with Rachel on top. A short breath to savour her aroma was all the prep she got, as Carmen slurped up all the juice she could. She clapped her hands on the cheeks and pressed her mouth flush to the plump lips, before copying the earlier moves on her own cunt. Droplets of fem-cum were guzzled while she nibbled on the clit and folds.

Then Rachel moaned as if she were being fucked again. In the seconds that followed, Carmen joined her chorus of pleasure, hands roaming every square inch of an ass that she couldn’t get enough of just yet. It swallowed her fingers and threatened to do the same to her palms, were it not for the added bounce she gave it. More flesh piled on until it covered her face and a decent portion of the pillow.

Rachel topped forward, belly cushioned by Carmen’s gorgeous tits, and swallowed her cock. It was covered in her juices, not even dry yet, but she gagged on it with fervour. Her butt kept filling with fat and muscle and all manner of good things that made asses amazing, a point Carmen eagerly made by massaging it all over. Rachel’s cock twitched and throbbed between their bodies, oozing more murky-white pre-cum by the second. Eventually, Rachel hilted the cock in her throat and cried out.

Fresh pussy juice mixed with her own seed rushed into and overflowed Carmen’s mouth. Lines of the stuff ran down her cheeks, over her neck and onto the bed. There might’ve been a chance of salvaging it before, but not now. The mattress was soaked through, tiny movements made lurid squelching sounds, and they weren’t done by a long shot.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Rachel gasped as she rolled over, then felt at her new ass, finding it several inches larger, “But what a way to go.”

Carmen sat up and licked her lips clean. Her face was still a mess, as it would be until she took a shower. That wouldn’t be for a while either, with an unflagging erection and hormones raging like wildfires throughout her nervous system. Everything was filthy, inside and out. Much as she hated losing control, a voice screamed in jubilation. She straddled Rachel’s thighs - made larger to compensate for her rear - and stared down at her, cock somehow bullying the larger one for a better view. Rachel gawked at her.

“I’m all yours, Carmen,” she said, though her lips didn’t move. It was all in her eyes, half-glazed yet burning bright, “Use me anyway you like. Make me a freak, make me your cum bucket, or I’ll be your hose. Use me until you’re satisfied.”

“Rachel… I can’t really forget that you fucked up Stacy’s life, but it’s not really your fault either. She’s too good a person to want revenge. I’m not. I’m so petty I wrote Mary’s name because she rubbed me the wrong way, and the same with Dakota. I even wrote your sister’s name because she looked like you and you were getting on my nerves. The point is I’m not a good person. At least I don’t think I am. Even though you just hung out with Gretchen, it still makes me want to fucking ruin you.”

“It’s fine,” Rachel laughed, “Don’t make a big deal of it. You’re a good person, Carmen, really. God, do you have any idea what other people would’ve done with that thing? The fact you’re not commanding half the world by now is more than enough.”

Carmen smiled, “Thank you.”

“Now,” Rachel reached out and groped the taller futa’s breasts, “Fuck me, these are great.”

“You’ve got your own,” Carmen said and returned the favour.

“But these things are fucking ace. So big and bouncy and, ugh! I could fucking cum just touching them.”

“Hmm, I think I know a better way,” Carmen chuckled as she stood up and gestured for Rachel to roll onto her front.

“Um, just so you know, I’m not ready for anal,” Rachel said, though she didn’t stop and arched her glorious butt to the heavens. At that size - and probably in her normal state - Rachel’s hips surpassed her shoulders by entire inches to either side.

“I could change that,” Carmen said and pulled the cheeks apart, then snagged her cock between them, “Oh, they’re so soft. They might be better than your tits.” She rolled her hips, a dollop of pre-cum oozed out to lubricate her way.

“Hmm, feels good here too,” Rachel moaned. She moved her arms around her chest. Naughty girl, Carmen thought and gave her a playful spank, to a shrill cry, “Did you make my ass more sensitive or something? Because that almost made me jizz myself.”

“Maybe. The Futa Note just makes things better, I guess.”

“What’re you waiting for?” Rachel asked and wriggled her hips, “I’ve got my cock all cosy between my boobs, my butt is more cushion than ass now, and you’re gushing pre all down my crack.”

“Just savouring the moment,” Carmen folded over and hugged her girlfriend, breathing in the smell of sex and cum and her shampoo, “I don’t know if what we have will last.”

“But?” Rachel sighed like she was enveloped in the comfiest blanket mixed with a luxury bubble bath.

“But I’ll enjoy every second it does,” Carmen said and adjusted her hips, cock sliding down over the slight pucker, then along the slavering folds below. Her prior load splashed out, as if vacating the space for her. The opening stretched for her with ease, but she took her time anyway, slowly feeding her shaft and teased the back. Like an overeager friend, it opened and embraced her without warning.

Carmen forced herself to hilt inside the magnitude of ass before her. The cheeks eclipsed her own hips in size, squishing against her. She held the position for a few seconds, then slid out and rammed back in. Rachel’s ass tried resisting her, the flesh bouncing back the moment she relaxed, which made her thrust harder.

All sounds from the outside world were drowned out. Rachel moaned and grunted with the heavy thrusts, which echoed around the room from the brutal clap of Carmen’s hips on the redhead’s decadent ass. Lewd splashes of pussy juice rained on the bed, with squirts launching on random jabs, which caused rapid wet squelches. Beneath the lurid orchestra, Carmen’s seed sloshed about within the womb it invaded.

Rachel’s juices were mixed into a froth from the vicious rhythm. Sweat formed and was flung off her skin, the flesh of her ass rippling like two massive bowls of gelatin. Droplets also flew from Carmen’s breasts, which leapt high from the force of her thrusts, and ran down the rest of her to cast a glorious sheen. Sticky ropes clung to her balls as she pulled back, and were crushed in short order, splashing back onto their thighs.

“Harder, harder, harder,” Rachel grunted on each thrust, voice deepening as she neared another climax, “Fucking spank my ass!”

Carmen arched a brow at the demand, but licked her lips at the thought of watching those cheeks bounce even more. Almost before the thought finished, her hand cracked upon Rachel’s rear, sending a wave along the flesh that made it jiggle for an entire minute while Carmen stared in fascination. When the ripples ended, she restarted them with another smack, moaning at how Rachel clenched around her. One cheek went red, so she worked the other and went back and forth. Every time made Rachel squeeze a little harder, like she was trying to choke Carmen’s dick.

“Oh, fuck! Gonna cum… ooh, make me cum, baby. My dick’s about to blow… my pussy’s on fire… AH! Yeah, yeah, yeah, mm-MM--mmmm ffffffuck!” Rachel screamed into a pillow and squirted around Carmen. The pressure was enough to knock her back an inch, though she rectified it just as strongly, prolonging the redhead’s cries, which turned to gurgles as she swallowed her fresh seed.

Courteous, Carmen took a moment to let her recover. Only a moment, however, and one that passed faster than most as she resumed the second Rachel’s grip relaxed.

“Oh GGGOOD!” Rachel moaned, voice rocking to the deafening rhythm. A neighbour started mowing their lawn, another’s Great Danes were barking, and none of it reached Carmen or Rachel’s ears. The bed creaked, the mattress slid across the base and dipped under Carmen’s might, and the redhead was made to bear the brunt of that force. Not a seconds pause, even to breathe. She kept hammering her diminutive lover, leaving her ass crimson and her cunt swollen.

“I-I-I-I’m cumming… again…” Rachel gasped and went lax, leaving Carmen to hold her up. She kept fucking her, the walls of her cunt so loose and soaked that there was little friction left.

“Bit more than you could handle, I suppose?” Carmen panted into her ear, “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.” She lifted Rachel and turned her over, then carried her as she stood, letting the redhead’s weight drive her cock deep as possible. Rachel hooked her feet under Carmen’s ass and clasped her arms over her neck, but that was all she could handle. As she bounced, drool flung from her gaping maw and flapping tongue, her eyes rolled back, and her cock kept spewing cum.

“Dirty girl,” Carmen chided and gave a sharp smack to the incredible ass she’d made, “Now my floor’s all messed up.”

“Sorry,” Rachel slurred.

“You’ll just have to make it up to me,” Carmen said with a giggle, exercising her strength as best she could. The Futa Note had done a lot to her just by being in her possession. Bigger tits and ass, a cock, a ridiculous libido, height and strength to match it, and she doubted the effects would stop at those. For once, she was excited to see what might become of her.

Her cock would grow, then she could fuck Rachel even deeper. Her strength would increase, then she could really pound Rachel. Her libido would burgeon, then she could go all day and night.

Carmen shook the thoughts loose. She’d cross that bridge when the time came, and she hoped Rachel would be there when she did. With a grunt of effort, cock flexing with her arms, she picked the futa up. Standing and fucking was both easier and harder. She didn’t need to move her hips anymore, though it strained her arms to keep lifting and dropping the curvaceous futa. Finally, Carmen opted for a break and simply held her lover.

“Thanks,” Rachel said and moaned into the mouth that captured hers, then her back was shoved against a wall, her ass supported by the softest hands she knew.

“Don’t thank me yet. Just catching my breath.” Carmen gave her a final, ferocious kiss and kick-started her tempo. Now the clap of flesh on flesh was replaced by Rachel banging against the wall, echoing throughout the house. If anyone were home, they’d know exactly what Carmen was doing, though she didn’t care. Melody could be in the other room, their mother downstairs, both listening to their family member give into her basest desires, and Carmen wouldn’t stop. The fact Ryuka was probably doing just that didn’t even cross her mind.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Carmen panted and moved back to the bed, collapsing atop Rachel and hugging her tight, still thrusting, “Fuck, fuck… I’m gonna fill your womb again. My balls are so full. They’re gonna explode if I don’t cum in you.”

“Do it…” Rachel wrapped every limb around her, “Deep inside. Flood me. Make me your cum dumpster!”

Carmen’s balls churned between her legs and Rachel’s ass. The veins across her cock throbbed to a silent drum, sounding the warpath for her seed. Her mind diluted into mist, turning her words to jumbled messes with only lust to guide them. Rachel wasn’t any better off. Whatever noises she made were nonsense.

“I. Am. CUM-MING!” Carmen roared and held onto Rachel tight enough to leave bruises. She impaled her cock to the absolute limit, her balls pulled tight and stretched her sack, and came. Ounces shot out instantly. Both futa cried out, each feeling Rachel’s womb inflate from different sides of the spectrum. One bathed in the sperm-infested lava, while another was filled to the brink and beyond. Not a drop escaped, even as the walls convulsed and tried expelling cum and cock alike.

Her thrusts wouldn’t stop. They were short jabs, her head trapped by Rachel’s cervix, but each pull unleashed a streak of fresh cock and pussy juice, and the push created a filthy squelch. The bump on Rachel’s gut from before expanded by the heartbeat, rounding out into a faux-pregnancy. It rose and pushed into her cock, moulding around it.

Both panted into the other’s ear as the afterglow set in, though neither released their hold.

“You done?” Rachel asked and finally let go. Her knuckles had turned white and her nails left scratches along Carmen’s back, and vice versa.

“For now,” Carmen cautioned as she rolled off the futa, who shuffled over to lay her head down on a breast.

“Breast pillow ever,” Rachel giggled, then groaned as the effects of her transformation wore off. Her body stretched out, breasts and rear returning most of their mass, though a percentage remained, and her ass kept the additional inches Carmen gave her, “Well, at least the curves are still there. And a lot of ass.”

“I figured life would be easier for you this way, instead of walking around at four feet all the time,” Carmen said.

“Yeah, guess so. But, damn! You really gave me a nice butt.”

“What’s wrong? You sound upset about it. I thought you wanted one?”

“I do!” Rachel shook her head, “But what do you get out of it? I mean, this is like plastic surgery for free. Makes me feel guilty.”

Carmen smiled and stroked her hair, “Don’t worry about that. It’s not often I get to let loose.”

“Judging by today, you never really have,” Rachel said.

“I have… a bit. With Stacy. But not like this. It was awesome with her, though… I didn’t have a penis back then. Maybe that’s it?” Carmen mused and ran a finger over one breast, breathing deep to hide the pleasure it caused.

“Hmm,” Rachel pushed her way up and kissed her, “Or maybe, you like having someone you can just use.”

“Use?”

“Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking of something a little more… extreme.”

“You have no idea. The things I threw away…” Carmen looked at her bin, where several crumpled pieces of paper were.

“Oh?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, no. You can’t just hint at shit like that and keep it secret.”

“Well,” Carmen chuckled, “How does being my cock for a day sound? Or turning into a human condom? Or being trapped inside a giant testicle? Or turning six inches tall? Or being a dildo? What about a dozen cocks for hair, fingers and toes?”

“Fuck me like that again, and I’ll do whatever, or be whatever you want.”

Carmen blinked and stared at her for a second. Then the laughter started, building into a fit as they marvelled at the other.

From the corner, Ryuka watched them as she stroked her cock, the dregs of an orgasm oozing out. How exciting! Finally, someone got Carmen to let loose, and even had potential to go further. If Rachel was sincere, then the future would be interesting indeed. She glanced at the Futa Note and saw the pages flutter, despite a lack of wind. Ryuka licked her lips and beamed. Carmen was far from done changing people, or being changed.

Chapter 36 - Beneath the Slut

Class was uninteresting as always. Though the faculty were told to behave like a college classroom, they were disinterested, more invested in spilling their woes to students of how they had new jobs waiting, but were pulled back to this ‘shit-hole’. Principal Blake had at least put some effort into the rebranding, with a fresh coat of paint on the walls and second-hand desks in far better condition than the prior ones. That didn’t excuse the poor technology, outdated by over a decade, and the abysmal student body. Like all the years before, they ignored anything going on and talked amongst themselves.

Carmen was silent. None of her new friends were in the same room, as such she busied herself with a book on archaeology she’d bought yesterday, researching the necessary majors and what it might entail. It could take some time for her to get any clout, but with her resources she’d manage something. Her foot bounced at the prospect of what her future might hold.

Seikogami existed since the dawn of man, perhaps longer, and must’ve left their touches across history. Professionals would look at her like a mental patient, but she’d prove herself beyond a doubt. While Ryuka’s people were top priority, Earth and its creatures still held their own wealth of secrets. Carmen leaned back, idly recounting the book’s contents in her mind, when heat raced across her flesh. Not excitement or embarrassment, but arousal.

Ryuka, she thought and looked for the Seikogami. It had to be her, pulling some trick out of her inane boredom, yet the goddess was nowhere in sight. Carmen’s cock hardened, sliding from her underwear to graze her thigh. The dress code of a skirt remained in place at Saint Puella, leaving her secret vulnerable if anyone looked under her desk, however that hardly registered. Her cock should’ve been fully hard and still concealed by her skirt, at least while sitting, but it was swelling toward her knee. It couldn’t have grown that much overnight.

Worry flashed through her mind as she sifted through her bag. Nothing. Just her plain notebooks, no sign of the familiar black cover. Had Rachel taken it? Were the past months just a ploy to help Gretchen? No, couldn’t be. After everything… Carmen didn’t pack anything away, or even grab her bag as she rushed from the classroom. The teacher offered a token threat of detention, but that didn’t matter. She needed to find the book, or at least whoever had found it.

Her locker was locked shut. Even the insides, at a glance, looked untouched.

“Where is it?” Carmen panted, her body burning from arousal and fear. Then she heard the clicking of heels and the heat froze into icy shards digging into her flesh, though her cock stayed rigid. She kept her body to the locker, refusing to let Gretchen see her state.

“Must be hard living with that thing, huh?” Gretchen said and came to lean against the lockers, fake tits pronounced obnoxiously as always.

“It’s none of your business,” Carmen grunted, hiding the strange pleasure she got from eyeing the whore’s chest.

“But it is. Everything about you is my business, slave.”

“What did you call me?” Carmen wanted desperately to ignore the damn woman, but something about her made it impossible, more so than ever before. She whirled on Gretchen and stopped, realising her error with her cock pointing straight at the blonde, but that wasn’t the reason her every muscle locked into place. In Gretchen’s grotesquely manicured hands was the Futa Note. Shock passed in seconds and she snatched at it.

“Stop!” Gretchen shouted, darting back just in time. Carmen froze, still in mid-motion. Nothing responded to her thoughts.

“I can’t believe it actually worked,” Gretchen said and walked around her, hands leaving shuddering trails across Carmen’s body, “I mean, I know the thing is real, but seeing it in action is something else.”

How? Carmen wanted to speak, but even her lips refused to move. The question was obvious enough for even Gretchen to pick up on it.

“I found it in your locker. Thought it was some gross diary or something at first, then I found those rules and added my name to yours and Rachel’s. Let me tell you something,” Gretchen said and looked Carmen in the eye, a manic light radiating from her eyes and smile, “I’m looking forward to making you repay me for all the shit you’ve done. Oh, you want to speak? Alright then. Talk.”

“You deserved it,” Carmen spat, a glob of spit struck Gretchen’s cheek, which she gathered up and licked from her fingers.

“What? You thought that’d get to me? I’m a slut. I’ve done everything imaginable with a smile on my face. And besides, you’re the slave of a slut. How low do you think that makes you now?”

“Just get it over with,” Carmen said.

“I will, but that’ll take some time. You see, I don’t want the money you have, or even to reverse what you did, because now you’re like all the girls rolled into one. Plus, you’ve got a huge dick that I plan on abusing later. Long as I have you in my grasp, I’ll have everything I could ever want,” Gretchen elucidated and giggled, “Now, about paying me back. I think you eating me out is a good start.”

As she said it, Gretchen pulled up her mini-skirt. It was barely enough to cover her ass implants, but now it revealed her lack of underwear and expert cunt. The difference between it and Rachel’s was night and day, a testament to Gretchen’s disgusting soul.

“On your knees,” Gretchen said and Carmen’s body obeyed, forcing her to kneel before the effigy of false beauty. The only thing natural was her pussy, and that had been abused to hell and back, “Get to work, dyke.”

Carmen growled in her chest, even as her mouth moved in. Hatred swirled in chaotic spirals, lashing against the chains the Futa Note put around it, yet pleasure tainted the feeling. Each lap of her tongue on Gretchen’s folds echoed in her cock, like it would when she pleasured Rachel, but it felt dirtier. Dredged in the tar of Gretchen’s very existence. Her stomach turned, but she pressed deeper. Her hands screamed to punch and scratch, yet they held onto the bitch’s thighs.

“Oh, I should’ve known you’d be good at this,” Gretchen sighed, “It’s about all a lesbian’s good for. Though I guess you’ve got a dick too, so you’re not entirely useless. Yet.”

Carmen kept licking. She suckled on the clit, tongue fluttering around the bundle of nerves, before she jammed the muscle into Gretchen, letting her juices drool down her chin. No one was in the halls to Carmen’s gratitude, but it was only a matter of time before someone wandered around a corner and saw them. Summoned by her thoughts, the echoes of feet drew closer.

“Better hurry, someone’s coming,” Gretchen teased. The complete slut didn’t care if someone saw her like that, none of the teachers would say anything about her, but Carmen on the hand would be reprimanded. Doing so would mar the records she’d worked so meticulously to perfect. It’d be an absolute failure on her part. One that’d never go away.

With desperation fuelling her, Carmen forced Rachel’s visage over Gretchen and ate her pussy like the world would end in seconds. She might have preferred it did. The sudden onslaught was enough to push Gretchen over the edge, her whorish voice moaning as fem-cum spilled from her folds.

“Hmm, I needed that,” Gretchen said and then pulled Carmen’s collar, using it to wipe up all the moisture, “Now follow me and keep your head down. I don’t want people thinking we’re dating or anything. Ugh, that’d be the fucking worst. And no talking until I say otherwise, got it?”

Carmen nodded, throat suddenly clogged up. No matter how her mind protested, or how she cursed Gretchen in the name of every god she knew of, Carmen walked after her like a heedless duckling that had imprinted on her. Her cock all but led the way, bobbing in time with Gretchen’s ass. The book was still in the blonde’s hand.

All she needed was to get it back. Carmen reached into her custom skirt’s pocket for her phone, silently praising Rachel for convincing her to get one. The moment it opened, however, Gretchen stopped and turned. Carmen wasn’t fast enough.

“Give it to me,” Gretchen said and was handed the phone without delay, “Trying to get help, were you? Not gonna happen. From now on, you’re forbidden from talking to any of those freaks. You won’t even look at them, got it? Good. Oh, and if you somehow find a loophole in that, just remember, if they cross me because of you, I’ll just write their names again. Wonder what happens when someone has two entries. Maybe I’ll try that with you.”

I hate you! Carmen screamed the words in her mind, hoping the mantra might give her the push needed to break the Futa Note’s power, but it held. Gretchen led her to a janitor’s closet, though she’d never seen anyone go into it since the janitor was fired a year ago, and produced a key. Inside was a cramped space, empty but for a single chair.

“Get in and sit down.”

Carmen did so and was shut in the darkness with Gretchen, until a dim light illuminated them both. Before her eyes, the plastic slut stripped down to her underwear, or lack there of. The worst part was, if it were anyone else, Carmen would’ve been attracted to her. For all the surgeries Gretchen had, her actual body was fit and svelte, exaggerating her augmented curves even further. Her breasts stuck out too far and sagged just the slightest amount. Likewise, her ass was too round and pert to be real.

“Don’t speak. You can moan, but nothing else,” Gretchen said as she freed Carmen’s cock from her skirt, then straddled the enslaved futa, sliding the now fourteen inch length into her snatch with ease. Despite the hatred bubbling within, Carmen moaned at the sensations around her length as every inch was devoured. That should be impossible. The Futa Note changes people so they can handle that amount of penetration, but Gretchen didn’t have a cock that Carmen could see.

“Impressed?” Gretchen sighed, insides moving with expert precision, “I’ve always been super deep. Made finding a fitting cock hard, but I settled for girth. Now I have both. You better not cum until I’m through. If you do, I’ll make Rachel my slave as well. You don’t want to know the shit I’d do to that shrimp.”

Incapable of speech, Carmen just nodded and moaned as the muscles squeezed around her. Gretchen’s pussy might look a mess, but the experience shone through. Every inch of her depths worked in concert under a masterful conductor, massaging all Carmen had and turning her senses against herself. Every slap of Gretchen’s ass against her thighs was a disgustingly delicious pleasure. The closet kept every sound inside, thumping in Carmen’s brain without rest.

If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine Rachel in her place.

“Fuck yeah, get it in me, you bitch,” Gretchen grunted, breaking the image, “You’re mine now.” Every word was punctuated with another slap of flesh on flesh, increasingly wet as Gretchen’s pleasure deepened, never seeming to end.

“This dick is mine. Your money is mine. Your life is mine.”

Carmen hadn’t been told to stay still. Before she could question her choice, she reached up and clapped a hand over Gretchen’s mouth, muffling her shock, and shoved her off. Carmen looked all over for the book, scanning the dimly lit space for the answer to her problems. There! She made to grab it, but Gretchen’s hand flew from the aether and slapped across her cheek, knocking her down. The blonde grabbed it before Carmen could recover.

“Bad move, cunt,” Gretchen snarled and pulled Carmen by her hair, forcing her to sit once more, “Don’t move a fucking muscle. Try that again, and I’ll write your family’s names.”

For an indeterminable time, Carmen was slave to Gretchen’s wrath. The bitch’s nails scratched along every inch of flesh within their reach, even drawing blood, while she slapped and pinched and bit into Carmen’s breasts. Bruises and welts lined her skin before long. And through it all, she was stoic, capable of only moaning and silently detesting the woman riding her.

“One more thing,” Gretchen said, her energy finally dwindling, “You’re not allowed to cum without permission. Ever.” She stood up, legs shaking, and ripped off Carmen’s shirt to wipe up all the sweat and fem-cum. She grabbed the Futa Note after dressing.

“Feel free to go back to class or whatever. I’ll text you when I need something. Have fun with those blue balls.” With that, Gretchen left the futa alone, mostly naked and battered, and reeling from the experience. Every iota of her existence begged for her to get back at Gretchen. If she had the book at that moment, she couldn’t fathom what she’d do. For now, however, she needed to leave and think of how to get the Futa Note back.

It’d been three hours since Gretchen wrote her name. Lunch period was over and students were filing back to class. Carmen shambled amongst them, her legs weak from the abuse. She could still smell Gretchen on her clothes, no matter how much soap she’d used when washing them in the restroom. Her stomach growled like a caged beast, filled only with Gretchen’s sickening taste and odour. She hoped she wouldn’t vomit.

“Carmen?! Hey, wait up!” Rachel called over the throngs of people. Carmen didn’t look for her, only sped up, pushing past people in her haste to get away. It was partly Gretchen’s command, but more to keep Rachel away. How could she face her now, with Gretchen’s stench and threats lingering everywhere? The bell rang for classes, but Carmen kept walking, not concerned where she ended up. She stopped inside the library, now derelict. The shelves were covered in sheets and dust.

It was here that it all started. She should’ve just taken the book and ignored it, then things wouldn’t have gone so fucking messed up. Carmen wiped at her eyes, clearing the moisture there and snarled at the sight of it on her fingers. To give into temptation after it wore at her for months at a time was acceptable to some degree, but for Gretchen to be in control all because of a stupid mistake she should’ve avoided was like a dagger lodged in her ribs. Now she couldn’t even look for comfort in her friends or lover or her  family. Even Ryuka was nowhere to be seen.

She was alone.

Gretchen hummed to her own music as she strutted down the halls of Saint Puella. Behind her, the schools bustiest - for now - bookworm, Carmen, trailed, feet moving and face red from rage and embarrassment. Exactly as she wanted. Since finding the book, Gretchen hadn’t spared any second in taking over Carmen’s miserable life. From her walk, to her wardrobe, right down to the slutty makeup, she controlled it all with mere words. But that wasn’t the best part.

That would be Carmen’s misery. Unable to say a word about it to her friends, the look of hatred and despair in her eyes deepened every day, sweetening the whole ordeal for Gretchen. It almost overshadowed the fact Carmen paid for her entire new wardrobe. Of course, the renewed queen bee wasn’t without small mercies.

She couldn’t be seen with someone better looking, nor could she be around someone so dull in style. That was fixed yesterday, after she dragged Carmen to a salon and the sluttiest clothe shop around, dolling her up to her whims like she once did to her toys as a child. Now, the honour student once ignored for her bland clothes and lack of highlights to her face and hair, was the talk of the school. As was Gretchen.

“Smile more. You’ll make me depressed otherwise,” Gretchen said as she rummaged through her locker, handing Carmen stuff to hold. The futa did as commanded, teeth showing through an unending smile, “Ew, that’s creepy. Tone it back.”

“What did you do?”

Gretchen’s hair bristled at the voice beside her and she looked to see the pint-sized redhead, “Hello, Rachel. Didn’t you see under my boobs for a second.”

“Cram it. What did you do?” Rachel repeated, trying to look directly at Carmen, but she avoided her gaze.

“Nothing. Carmen just started following me around, carrying my stuff, dressing like me, you get the idea. Guess she got tired of hanging out with freaks like you,” Gretchen said, “Was that it, Carmen?” She leaned aside, giving the two full view of each other. Rachel’s shock at the blonde highlights in Carmen’s hair, mixed with her low-cut shirt and the skirt that barely concealed her cock from view.

“N…” the syllable died on Carmen’s lips at a deathly glare, “Yes.” Her cheeks bloomed hotter under the foundation, like two suns mired in a creamy sheen.

“I’m not buying it. Tell me what’s up, or I’ll get Zoey to pay you a visit,” Rachel warned.

“Good luck with that,” Gretchen said, her voice dripping with the purest venom she could muster, “Try it and see what happens.” As she spoke, she pulled the supernatural black notebook from her locker. Rachel’s eyes threatened to pop as she caught the title.

“How?”

“I have my ways. Now fuck off, before I turn you into a walking-talking cock.”

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said, looking at Carmen before she turned tail and all but ran, stumpy legs struggling with the package between them.

“Anyway,” Gretchen said and handed the book to Carmen, “You’ll be going out with me tonight. There’s a party at this frat-house I want to go to, and some of the guys get really touchy. You’re going to keep them off me, got it?”

“Yes.” Carmen nodded, deadpan. She’d been that way for a couple days. Though the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed, none of it showed in her expression or tone unless Gretchen ordered it, which wasn’t much fun. She wanted this bitch to suffer for everything that happened. The others would get their turn, but Carmen had been the force behind them all leaving her. All those resources gone, and she’d thought Mary might’ve been a genuine friend as well.

Tonight offered the perfect opportunity too.

The fraternity shared its street with a sorority of notoriously cruel girls. The kind that broke a person’s spirit and body. After the frat party wound down a little, Gretchen would send Carmen over and record the whole thing. It’d would be something to remember for sure. Just thinking about it had her dripping. Good thing she had the biggest cock as her slave.

“We’re skipping class. Follow me,” Gretchen said. Part of her wanted to go back to the janitor’s closet, but that was too comfortable for Carmen, better to put her in a more compromising place. There was fifteen minutes before next period, meaning most classrooms were free. Gretchen marched past each door, looking for an empty one. She wasn’t concerned with getting caught by faculty, but vindictive students with phones were potential land mines.

“Perfect,” Gretchen snickered and led Carmen into the English Literature classroom, vacant for the time being. The desk at the front had a large enough gap for someone to fit, though Carmen might be too big to be comfortable, not it matter. Gretchen claimed the chair and ordered Carmen into the gap, which she crawled into without fuss. About ten minutes remained before classes resumed.

Gretchen spread her legs, “You know what to do. Better make it fast, otherwise someone will see.”

Carmen just nodded and went to work. She pulled the panties aside and crammed her head between her slaver’s legs, Frenching the folds like they were a dear lover, and guzzling the juices with unwanted fervour. It was no wonder why Rachel cared for her so much. That redheaded bitch probably got eaten out like that everyday, not to mention getting pounded by Carmen’s dick. Gretchen’s eyes drifted shut as she moaned her pleasure.

There was something spectacular about getting worshipped by another woman. Not a lesbian by any means, though she wasn’t against some girl fun when dick was involved, Gretchen marvelled at the softness of the lips on her cunt. The scratchy feel of a guy just didn’t compare, though she hadn’t thought anything of it before. Well Carmen was a nerd, it made sense that she studied how to do it right, she thought.

In fact, she did it so well, Gretchen almost missed the sight of a camera flash from the ajar door. Whoever was behind it noticed her as well, as they retreated a second later. Gretchen was on her feet in the next.

“Fucking get her!” She shrieked at Carmen, who ran after their voyeur despite not knowing who it was, and heedless of the pussy juice on her face. She returned a minute later with a struggling Rachel in her arms, face an emotionless mask.

“Of course it was you,” Gretchen sneered, grabbing the phone still in Rachel’s hand to see the picture, “What to do, what to do? I could make you a slave like Carmen, but that’s no fun. We still have five minutes, that should be enough for a quickie.”

“What?” Rachel asked, then grunted as she was forced onto the desk and her shirt ripped open by Carmen, at Gretchen’s whispered orders that is.

“Now fuck her. I’ll even let you cum this time.”

“You think that’s a punishment?” Rachel asked and chuckled, happily parting her legs for her lover.

“Let me rephrase that. Rape her,” Gretchen said and slapped Carmen’s ass, sending her forward. The futa was hard, commanded to be that way and her face was a twisted shell of its usual calm, like all the hate she held for Gretchen was now forced upon Rachel.

“Carmen?” Rachel said, legs drifting shut until they were shoved painfully far and her pussy was invaded before she was ready, “Carmen!”

Rachel’s transformation was designed such that when she was turned on, she’d shrink in stature and grow elsewhere. That didn’t happen. Every thrust from Carmen was violent, like a soldier impaling their lifelong enemy, and her expression only made it worse. Beyond the hideous snarl on her face, and the drool foaming at her lips, she was in agony. Through it all, Rachel stayed quiet with her eyes clenched shut. Regardless, tears streaked down her cheeks. Her flaccid member and balls flopped about depressingly.

Back in the chair, Gretchen rubbed out her denied climax to the act before her.

“Yeah, fuck that stupid cunt!” She murmured, biting her lip to keep from shouting the words. Two minutes left. She abused her own snatch, timing her fingers to Carmen’s ferocious tempo, until the walls clamped down and cum gushed out. Time ceased all meaning in the afterglow, until she heard the bell ring for the next class. Good thing they fixed it over summer.

“Go ahead and cum now,” Gretchen said, flattening her clothes. The enslaved honour student grunted, jaw clenched hard, veins throbbing in her temples like she might explode. How cute, she’s trying not to cum, Gretchen thought and strolled over, “Do it, or I make this a daily thing.”

“I’m sorry,” Carmen grunted and impaled the petite redhead one last time, chest heaving with unwanted moans as she spilled her load for the first time in days. No matter how she felt about it, the relief must’ve been awesome. Stood by the door and called for Carmen, whose erection vanished the instant she was finished.

“See you later, Rachel. Try this again and it’ll be a lot worse,” Gretchen said, beaming like a kid on Christmas. Not long after they left, shouts and screams echoed down the hall. Carmen looked on the verge of tears, probably thinking of killing Gretchen, but the blonde queen smiled as powerfully as ever.

Later that day, after the sun began its descent, Gretchen waited outside her home for Carmen. The honour student, unsurprisingly, had earned her license and bought a car over the summer. It wasn’t even a bad choice, sleeker than Gretchen might’ve expected. Regardless, she appreciated having someone to drive her around at her whims, many as they were.

“So, how did it feel to rape your ex-girlfriend?” Gretchen asked. The original giddiness and lack of time had kept her from inquiring before.

“I’m going to kill you,” Carmen snarled. She was allowed to speak on occasion, but only in a subdued voice away from others, lest Gretchen tell her otherwise. They pulled up outside the frat-house, where party goers were already ramping it up. Even from the car, Gretchen smelled the acrid scent of marijuana.

“Sure you will. Now, remember your job? Keep the gross and touchy guys away from me, and maybe try to steer the hotter ones my way.”

“Yes,” Carmen groaned and pulled at her clothes. It was a dress from Gretchen’s own wardrobe, as such it was too small on the freakish girl. The neck cut low and dug deep into her shoulders and breasts, almost forcing them to overflow the fabric. And the hem just grazed her knees, above which her cock swayed freely. If the worst came to pass, Gretchen would rely on that easy access to vent her lusts.

“Then lets fucking go,” Gretchen cheered and forced her way into the frat-house. It was late, almost 11PM, the sun had set and most people were at home, either sleeping or unwinding from a long day. Instead, the college students partied with beer flowing like rivers and the stench of weed thick in the air. If Gretchen listened close enough, she heard the creaking of upstairs beds. She’d already missed out on some of the party and planned on making up for it.

With Carmen in tow, she made her way around. She gathered drinks and joints, stealing if she needed to, and soon Gretchen was well and truly buzzed. It didn’t matter that she was intoxicated, the bitch flirted with almost everyone around, even Carmen.

“You know something?” Gretchen asked. They sat on a couch, Carmen stiff like a steel rod, uncomfortable in her revealing attire and around the disgusting odours, yet held there by the book’s power, “I fucking hate you. Everything just comes so easily to you, doesn’t it? Not only were you smart as fuck, but you also got that stupid book. What gives you the fucking right, you know?”

“But fuck me, you’re sexy,” Gretchen giggled and groped at her bodyguard, who took it without any hint of reaction. Fuck, they’re soft, she thought, then noticed Carmen hadn’t reacted at all, “Hey! I’m talking to you.”

“I know,” Carmen said, not giving so much as a glance.

“Then pay attention to me.”

“Do I have to?”

“Fine!” Gretchen grunted and straddled the only other girl around bustier than herself. She reached between their bodies and fished out Carmen’s cock. The futa reached up to stop her, “Get hard and stay still. I was planning on getting laid tonight, but why bother when you’re here.”

“Whoa, whoa! Check it out!” Someone, also clearly drunk, shouted and called attention to Gretchen’s ass, now bouncing on Carmen and revealing several inches of her cock at a time.

“Holy shit, that chick’s hung.”

“Can’t be that big.”

“Oh, it is,” Gretchen said and pushed to her knees, showing off nearly every centimetre of Carmen’s fourteen-inch cock, glistening with her juices. Even so, the head remained lodged in her snatch, “Shame you’ve only got the one. My ass is empty.”

“I’ll help with that,” someone volunteered and, without missing a beat, Gretchen was filled in both holes as she resumed her bounces. All around, people had their phones out, recording the trio and laughing at Carmen’s placid, yet mortified face. The guy reached around to grope at Gretchen, but went too far and touched Carmen instead. Her response was instantaneous. With a sharp grunt, she kicked the guy behind Gretchen and knocked him away, hands on his crotch.

“What the fuck was that for?!” Gretchen shouted, fury evaporation her intoxication for a second, until she saw Carmen’s face.

“You said to keep any touchy guys away,” Carmen said, cocky smirk on her face. For a second, Gretchen faltered. Was it the booze? The weed? The atmosphere and sensation of being filled like never before? It could be anything, but in that moment, she was more attracted to Carmen than any of the jocks around her. The thought jolted her back to reality.

She climbed off and looked around, seeing that everyone was waiting to see her response. If she didn’t think fast, they’d all think Carmen was actually in control. Gretchen suddenly remembered the sorority and beamed at Carmen, malice refreshed in her features.

“Why don’t we take a little trip? Keep recording, you’ll love this!” With a few short words, she had Carmen and her erection lead the way, party goers and their phones trailing not far behind. This would show her, Gretchen thought as the sorority house loomed overhead.

Chapter 38 - The Beginning...

“Carmen?”

That voice. Stern, scared and supportive all at once, ran over Carmen’s skin like molten nails, warming and hurting her in equal measure. It’s source; Alicia Robins, her mother. She was avoiding her for a reason. While Gretchen said she could cover up around her family, Carmen was still scantily clad, to the point that a single slip and her tattoos would be revealed. They’d break her mother’s heart.

Becoming rich and getting away from a shit-hole of a home, only for her oldest daughter to become someone’s slut. Not just anyone’s, but the worst person for it.

“Yes, Mom? I’m in a hurry,” Carmen said. It wasn’t a lie, Gretchen ordered her to meet at the mall in fifteen minutes. She pulled on her shirt to keep it low. Her breasts constantly threatened to lift it and reveal the sordid tattoo.

“I just wanted to see if you’re alright. You’ve been… distant,” Alicia said.

“Yeah, um, just dealing with school, you know? Helping my friends study and all that.” That was a lie. Beyond occasionally handling Gretchen’s homework, Carmen hadn’t set even a foot in the school in days.

“Your friends. Are they, uh, making you dress like that?” Alicia gestured to Carmen’s attire, which only covered her stomach and thighs. Cleavage all but overflowed from the top, her skirt ended halfway down her thighs, just enough to cover the marks from a week ago.

“No. Well, kind of. Just suggestions and I figured I’d give it a try. Just something different,” Carmen explained, almost by autopilot, just as Gretchen once ordered. Alicia’s face sank, but she nodded.

“Long as you’re happy.”

“Love you, Mom,” Carmen rushed from the door before she heard any response. Ten minutes left. If she was late, who knew what Gretchen would do. Write her name again, give her to that sorority, make her go after her friends, or expose herself around her family, get her arrested, put in a psychiatric ward, or… or… Carmen wiped at her eyes as she looked down; she was hard. Both dicks were erect, raised at the cursed thoughts.

She didn’t have time to worry about them, however. Awkward bulge in plain view, Carmen power walked to her destination, as if led by her crotch. With seconds to spare, she stopped behind Gretchen’s bubbly ass. A black spine stood out from the bitch’s purse, a pen beside it. With those, she could right all the wrongs, fix her body and give Gretchen exactly what she deserved. Make her a slave, a permanent fixture in Carmen’s room. Perhaps a literal cum dumpster, or cock-sock. Or give her the biggest cock in Earth’s history.

“What’re you doing?” Gretchen asked.

Carmen snatched her hand back, “Nothing.”

“Uh huh,” Gretchen rolled her eyes, “Whatever. We’re going to the mall. My clothes are totally out of fashion now. You’ll be paying for it all of course.”

“Of course.”

Hours later, after Gretchen had perused hundreds of new clothes, tried on almost as many, and all but spat at what she discarded, they were at the checkout. One issue turned Gretchen’s jovial state to pure rage, as Carmen’s card was declined.

“Why isn’t it working?” Gretchen fumed.

“I don’t know.” Carmen tried again, no change. Then her phone vibrated. A text from Mom. Her hand shook, eyeing Gretchen’s expression as they both read it. Nothing she did was secret from her.

I know you said your friends weren’t forcing you into this, but I can’t help but worry. So I called and got a limit put on your card. If they’re your friends because you buy them things, they aren’t your friends.

“Yeah, I know,” Carmen whispered, then looked up. She wished her mother had waited. Now was the worst possible time; Gretchen had the Futa Note on her, fists shaking, eyes bubbling with rage and opalescent teeth grinding. If she had any chance of escape, Carmen would have run.

“Your Mom put a limit on your fucking card?” Gretchen snarled. Even the cashier didn’t say anything. He just stared in silence, not getting involved one way or the other, despite having a way to save Carmen. All they needed was to let this one thing slide. Although, it was several thousands worth of clothes.

“Yes.”

“So how the fuck am I supposed to get these?” Gretchen shook enough that it seemed like her limbs would pop off.

“Get a job?” Carmen offered, one that she regretted as Gretchen’s eyes lit up, not with a sudden epiphany that she was a spoiled cunt in desperate need of a new personality, but malicious intent. Which, by itself, wasn’t unusual, but it was the heat of it that forced Carmen to step back.

“Hey,” Gretchen turned on the cashier, “You think she’s hot?”

“Uh… y-yeah?” He answered, glancing at Carmen’s more naturalistic curves.

“Pretend we paid for these and you can fuck her. Wherever, or however you want,” Gretchen said and reached over to grope at Carmen’s breasts, emphasising her point.

“For real?” His glances at Carmen turned to gawking, while she avoided meeting his gaze. Any say she might’ve had would be stomped on, turned into mush and tossed away into a junkyard. If she spoke out, Gretchen only needed to write one or two sentences to raze her very being. Worse, she could use it on her family. If she wrote Melody’s name…

“Oh yeah, just ask her.”

He did. Carmen mumbled an agreement, studying the ground.

“Hey Ross?! I’m taking my break,” the cashier said and suddenly everything was in motion. Gretchen led Carmen, the desperate guy in front. Before long, they were in the employee restrooms, safe behind a locked door. At least they wouldn’t be seen.

“Just one little thing,” Gretchen told the cashier and pulled Carmen into a stall, “Just be good and I won’t fuck up your mother’s life. Firstly…” Gretchen took out the Futa Note and scribbled Carmen’s name once more, then added the details. Not long after and that familiar, gut plummeting sensation, before heat replaced it. She looked at her skirt, which rose from the forced erections.

“What did you do this time?” Carmen asked, panting from arousal.

“Just making sure those don’t get in the way,” Gretchen said, wagging a finger at the trio of phalli, “Now go get me those clothes.”

Carmen thanked whatever deity, be they Seikogami or not, that she could zone out during the act. And that it was short. What Gretchen wrote must’ve hidden her cocks from his perception, since he never mentioned them flopping around, leaking pre-cum against her will. At least she didn’t cum; she didn’t know if she could handle that humiliation. The blonde watched the whole thing, a smile on her face as the cashier finished up.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Gretchen chuckled as they left the store, her bags filled with new outfits, which Carmen carried for her.

“I hated every last millisecond of it,” Carmen said.

“Hmm, but just think, if someone was willing to let me have a couple grand of clothes just to fuck your freak pussy, I could make a fucking fortune off you,” Gretchen said, “I should’ve thought of this from the start.”

Two days later and Carmen was in a motel room. Her body was obscene, more so than anything she’d thought of. Curves upon curves. Gretchen wrote her name again, this time in pencil to her relief. The ‘client’, if the scum she was meeting could be called such, was into chubby girls apparently, so Gretchen gave her a pot belly, breasts larger than life, and a rear designed to replace cushions and chairs. Her client walked in and she retreated back into her mind.

A day later and the same scene played out. Her body was changed again, this time with breasts larger than the filthy bed she was trapped on. That was what the guy liked and Gretchen, as the purveyor of fantasies, supplied it. That’s what she called herself anyway. She was just a pimp. Carmen’s pimp.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Carmen sobbed into her hands. That night’s client had come and gone, though Gretchen hadn’t undone the changes, leaving the futa to her misery, stuck on a bed crushed by her giant balls, ankle-deep in semen, and dealing with the possibility that her client - a woman - was likely pregnant given what Gretchen had told her; they were hugely into multiple pregnancies.

Just yesterday, Carmen had a pussy larger than watermelons. The day before that, her nipples were vaginas. And before that she was given an oral fetish, making her suck and lick her client without end. The people didn’t treat her well either.

To them and Gretchen she was an object to be used. Perhaps that was her fate? She’d used the book on others, transformed their bodies without their knowledge, made them fall for her, someone they could never be with, and even used it to get ahead in life. Poetic justice, she thought.  Maybe it was just her lot in life not to be happy for long? There was her father’s death, losing Stacy, and now Gretchen had her life on a leash.

“Jesus fuck! I knew that bitch was freaky, but this is hilarious,” Gretchen chortled as she entered the room, breaking Carmen’s thoughts. Semen rushed out through the open door, but was shut in before dropping even a millimetre. The changes reversed a moment later, leaving Carmen with her relatively normal body, “Did you have fun?”

Carmen didn’t respond and eyed the pool of jizz. Maybe she could slip Gretchen up and get the book before she got a word out? Oh, the things she’d write. Every humiliation, every threat, all returned a hundred-fold. Maybe she’d change her own entries, make it so she could cum endlessly and do it inside Gretchen, inflating her bigger than the bed, no, the room, until she popped. No more Gretchen.

“Whatever. You got to cum this time at least. Though I didn’t. How about a freebie?”

“You’ll do it anyway,” Carmen groaned and laid back, restraining herself from slapping her own face as her cocks all hardened in anticipation.

“That’s right,” Gretchen said and straddled her. Carmen’s cocks wedged between her too pert ass, which slid up and down, “You’re my toy. From now until you die, bitch. Hehe, you’re like a Barbie doll. I can pose you, dress you, change you into whatever fucked fantasy I wish, and fuck you whenever.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You know, much as I like getting a good dick in me, it’s not exactly fun when you’re so fucking boring.”

“I’m sorry, it’s a little hard to get enthused when you basically rape me and make me sleep with random people.”

“Is that all? Not a problem. Until I say ‘otherwise’, far as you’re concerned, I’m Rachel,” Gretchen said. Carmen blinked once and there she was, Rachel, her petite body in its transformed state, hair loose and just as fiery as she remembered, those plump tits capped by juicy nipples, with a pussy so tight and familiar and… and…

“Are you serious?” Gretchen, still under Rachel’s guise, roared with laughter, giggling as she ground her ass into Carmen’s softening pricks, “I thought she was the love of your life. You know, your ‘one and only’, or at least a hot side-piece or something. But what do you do when you see her? You get soft!”

“It’s your fault,” Carmen said, grinding her teeth to keep from exploding at her. All her muscles screamed for her to choke Gretchen, squeeze her throat until the veins burst, but nothing moved.  She didn’t know what Gretchen had written specifically, but it must’ve accounted for such urges.

“Otherwise,” Gretchen said and her visage returned. Just seconds later, to Carmen’s despair, her cocks returned to full erection. The blonde slut giggled, “That’s better. I suppose I need a different command then. Alright, Carmen. Fuck me like you love me.”

Carmen resisted. With every fibre of her hatred for Gretchen, she held back, tried rolling off the bed and drown herself in the pool of semen. None of her attempts worked. Instead, she held Gretchen by the hips, rolled her over and kissed her. Though Gretchen was reluctant, she quickly reciprocated. Carmen ran her tongue across the bitch’s lips, seeking entry, which she got seconds later. Their tongues wrestled, passing saliva between them, before Carmen snagged Gretchen’s and sucked on it.

Those huge, fake tits called her hand to action. She groped at one, part of her detested being so close to Gretchen, another enjoyed the firmness pushing against her fingers and palm. The kiss deepened, while Carmen reached her free hand down, pulling the girl’s skirt up and finding her sopping folds, unhampered by panties. One finger slid up and down, teasing penetration, before she pushed one, then two fingers inside. Gretchen moaned into her mouth.

When docile, the bitch was almost pleasant. Gretchen’s own hands sought out curves to enjoy, which, unlike her own, were oh so soft and squeezable, but firm enough to bounce back when her fingers moved on. She massaged Carmen’s curvaceous ass, pulling her crotch down, and spread her own legs, a blatant invite for those cocks to push into her. Carmen separated and, wordlessly, kissed her way down to the implants. She pecked across their round shapes until she came to the nipple and sucked it, areolae and all, into her mouth.

“Oh, this is how you treated Rachel? No wonder she likes you,” Gretchen moaned, her words falling on deaf ears. No matter what she said, Carmen would keep going as if she were someone she tolerated, much less loved. She flicked her tongue at the nub, prodded the surrounding tanned-flesh and sampled the flavour of Gretchen’s lotion. After a while, with her cocks throbbing to enter the dank heat they were so close to, she pulled back and looked down. Normally, she’d see Rachel’s loving face and eyes overflowing with adoration and lust. Instead, she saw the cruellest bimbo with a look of expectant desire.

The worst of it was that Gretchen was sexy. Sure, everything about her, from her hair to her toenails, was fake in one way or another, but she wore it well. Between the tan, expertly applied makeup, and overt implants, she was the spitting image of most every teenage boys fantasy. Carmen dived back into those lips, painted with a glossy, cherry lipstick. If only her personality was sweet as they tasted.

“What’re you waiting for?” Gretchen asked, a faint blush surfacing on her golden cheeks. Carmen didn’t respond. Even if her body pretended that she was with someone she remotely cared for, her words would be anything but. She’d call the slut beneath her every name imaginable, try as best she could to shame her, yet it’d all be fruitless. Gretchen prided herself on how people detested her. That might be the only admirable part of her.

She didn’t care what people thought. Or how she was graded. Expectations were something she created herself. What others expected of her, she exceeded because that’s what she did. Gretchen just lived by her own rules it seemed.

Carmen never imagined a day she could do that. What the fuck gave this bitch the right to ordain her very existence? All the things Carmen had strived for, this slut took with the barest of effort. The life Carmen yearned for, to be happy and loved and free from any of this shit, Gretchen just lived. Isn’t that what this life could be?

The thought briefly froze Carmen’s lips on their way back to Gretchen’s. Sure, it wasn’t free, but that was only because she didn’t accept it. If she approached the problem as an experience, something to be savoured and lived, then whatever Gretchen did to her would be something new to enjoy. She smothered her face in Gretchen’s tits, not taking a breath until her lungs were on fire. What the fuck was she thinking?

“Get to it already,” Gretchen breathed, voice light and airy, yet rough with desire. It tantalised Carmen’s dicks, all four twitching in longing as they nestled between the girl’s thighs. What to do with them all? The obvious one was to push into Gretchen’s pussy and ass, while the others were left out. But this was a top tier slut, one that craved every dick just for her own pleasure.  She could handle a quartet of fourteen-inch cocks, easy.

But all in the same hole, perhaps not.

Carmen grinned and reached down to herd her pricks together, all throbbing against each other, then pressed them against the slut’s pussy. None for her ass. A moment of confusion passed Gretchen’s face, then worry, then rage. She opened her mouth to shout a command, but Carmen silenced her with a kiss. If not for Gretchen’s prior command, she might’ve tried getting the Futa Note then and there, but her body refused. Instead, her hips descended and stretched Gretchen around not one, not two, or even three massive cocks, but four.

Even the slut groaned in discomfort at being pried open so wide. Carmen grinned and moaned into the kiss, tongue scouring every inch of Gretchen’s mouth, while she pushed inch after inch deeper inside. It wasn’t easy, even Gretchen was tight as a virgin when stretched like that, but her pressure was relentless. As their groins met, Gretchen hooked her fingers into Carmen’s nipple-piercings and twisted them. The sudden agony forced her lips away.

“Stop!” Gretchen shouted and Carmen froze, allowing the blonde to turn them over, putting her on top. Her once flat abdomen bulged obscenely with Carmen’s members, all at a slightly different angle. As Gretchen spoke, she continued torturing the futa’s nipples, “You fucking bitch. I said to fuck me like you love me.”

“Rachel could handle it,” Carmen said, barely holding back a snicker.

“Shut up. After I’m done here, I’ll think of a punishment. You’re lucky I like getting a good stretch,” Gretchen set to work, rolling and bouncing her hips atop all four. She adjusted to the penetration, juices lubricating them all, despite her pussy being stretched by several inches of combined girth. No longer content with letting Carmen be passive, she compelled her to thrust, moan and grope at Gretchen’s tits, while the blonde pulled and twisted Carmen’s piercings. After hours of torture and forced orgasms, she was satisfied.

Carmen shambled back into her home. It was early morning, the sun was pushing the moon aside, yet she’d just gotten back. Leftover lasagne waited on the kitchen table, along with a note from her mother. Mom… the thought should’ve been laced with guilt and love, instead she felt a pang of hatred. If she had just stayed out of Carmen’s business then… She pushed the thoughts down and read the note.

We need to talk properly once you’re back. I’m worried about you. If it’s too late, we’ll talk in the morning. Love you, Mom

The tears wouldn’t stop. She reheated the food and ate in silence, broken only by her sorrow as she imagined Melody and her mother with her. When was the last time they ate a meal together? Gretchen kept her out until well past dinner every day. She knew Melody missed her; they hadn’t played together or even spoken more than a few words in the past week. Part of it was Gretchen’s timing, but also Carmen’s shame. How could she look at her little sister, who adored her unconditionally, when she was little more than a whore now?

Everything because she hadn’t used the Futa Note to remove Gretchen sooner. If she’d just done that, then Mary, Dakota, Ashley, Zoey wouldn’t have been necessary. Perhaps Mary, since she led them first, but no one else. What about Rachel? They’d still get together somehow Carmen hoped. Or would she still be with Stacy? She might’ve written her name instead. What kind of dick would suit Stacy? Something fat and juicy with balls the size of grapefruit.

She chuckled through her tears at the distractions. If only she had a reset button.

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll wake up and it’ll all have been a dream?” Carmen mused as she sank into her bed, praying that it would be a reality.

“Carmen? Finally, we meet again.”

Carmen blinked at her surroundings. It was her room, but obscured by a dreamy blur, and straddling her body was the Futa Note. In a strange way, she’d missed it. The body that might be her future seemed like a dream compared to what Gretchen put her through. She reached up and held onto those inhumanly tempting hips.

“How? Aren’t you the Futa Note? Shouldn’t you be in Gretchen’s dreams?”

“I do what I want,” the book grinned, “Besides, I’m not the Futa Note, or not entirely. Think of me as a mixture of the book and your inner potential.”

“Okay. It doesn’t  matter anyway,” Carmen said and let her hands fall, “The book’s Gretchen’s now. I can’t do anything about it.”

“It’s hers, but the Futa Note is its own entity, didn’t Ryuka tell you that? So think, if I’m part of the book and I’m showing here, doesn’t that mean it doesn’t want Gretchen?”

“What does it matter?”

“Your mind and the book are linked. That’s why I’m here. You…” the Futa Note paused, as if listening, “She’s already at it again. I’m sorry.”

Then Carmen woke to her phone vibrating. A text from Gretchen.

Someone bought you for a whole night! Paid up front and everything. It’s at the usual place. Better be prepared, sounds like they really want to fuck you up.

Carmen rubbed at her breasts, still tender from the abuse Gretchen laid on her. It was already past noon, even then she was still exhausted. She showered at last, ridding herself of the stink of sex and Gretchen, and reflected on the dream. There might be a chance; ‘her mind and the book were linked’ that’s what the dream said. Insane as it sounded, did that mean she could influence it herself? She needed time to consider the potential, until then, she just needed to play nice. The opportunity would present itself eventually.

That night, Carmen was back in the now familiar motel room. Her client was a woman, set to arrive in a few minutes, though they hadn’t wanted any changes to Carmen. That was a relief. If anything, being alone was a blessing in itself. No Gretchen, no guilt toward her family, no one around to judge her slutty appearance. There was no mistaking what her profession with the outfit Gretchen forced on her when they were out.

No underwear. Too much makeup. A halter top and a skirt that did nothing to hide how endowed she was, or her tattoos. Since renting her out, Gretchen had forced a collar on her as well, one studded with the words ‘cum slut’. There were others, all telling people that she was for sale. Yesterday was a ‘Break Me’ collar.

Someone knocked at the door, “Come in.” Carmen called and took a deep breath, silently preparing herself to retreat into her mind. That was the only way to tolerate what happened. The feel of desperate, scummy hands touching her, most with cocks jabbing at her holes and ejaculating inside. She’d gone on the pill because of this.

“Carmen?”

She looked up at her name and suddenly couldn’t breathe. There, in the doorway, dressed casual in jeans and a shirt yet appearing like a redheaded angel, was Rachel. Without Gretchen around to tell her otherwise, Carmen stood and walked over, as if entranced, before she sank to her knees to gaze up into Rachel’s eyes. Tears welled up and, unable to hold back, she wrapped the petite girl in a fierce hug.

“I missed you,” Rachel said, returning the embrace just as powerfully. Aside from last night’s illusion, Carmen hadn’t seen her in weeks, being forced from school by Gretchen’s greed. Droplets streamed down her cheeks, falling onto her half-naked tits that squished against Rachel’s legs. What they had might be love, or it might just be a fleeting infatuation, but in that moment, Carmen wanted to scream how much she adored the futa. How she’d missed her, how she loved her, how she wanted them to just leave and escape Gretchen’s existence.

But none of the words got out. She’d been told not to interact with her ages ago, yet the command still held. Gretchen had also ordered her to at least be amicable to those who bought her time. She didn’t care how it worked, only that the contradiction let her be close to Rachel.

“You can’t talk to me, can you?” Rachel asked once they parted. Carmen shook her head, then leaned into a hand that run through her hair, “It’s okay. Just being with you is enough.”

They moved to the bed. Rachel laid on top, head resting on Carmen’s breast, their hips almost level, and legs entwined. Each breath washed over Carmen’s skin and soothed her. This intimacy was incomparable.

“It’s been rough, hasn’t it?” Rachel asked, brushing her fingers over a piercing, then a tattoo, “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying, I really have, but she’s never in school. And the others… they all like her now. Even Zoey. I-I’m fine, though. I think. You’re still the one I want, promise.”

Carmen smiled and breathed in her scent, nuzzling into the girl’s hair. She ran a hand across Rachel’s back with just enough pressure to reassure her. Rachel reached up and cupped a cheek, then pulled herself up so their lips met. The kiss was like a wave, taking all the stress away for a moment. They pushed against each other, tongues meeting and tasting each other after too long apart. As Carmen’s hands moved to cup her lover’s cheek, she noticed her shrinking.

“Sorry,” Rachel said and pulled back, though her body kept transforming, “I know it’s not the right time, but I can’t help it around you.” Carmen shook her head with a smile and kissed her again. The redhead must’ve paid a lot for a whole night together; she may as well get her money’s worth.

“I can’t wait,” Rachel groaned as the bigger futa’s fingers worked her ballooning ass, “It’s been so long.”

Unable to speak with her, Carmen showed her sentiments another way and kissed her stronger than ever. This would be their first time after so long. It needed to be special, fierce, and worthy of the gift Rachel had given her. She reached up wrap her fingers in Rachel’s hair, holding tight as she sucked on the petite futa’s tongue, moaning at the flavour of her spit. In the seconds they took for air, she kissed and suckled at Rachel’s neck, leaving small marks behind.

“Don’t be a fucking tease. I’m more than ready so fuck me already,” Rachel moaned and shimmied out from her now oversized jeans, revealing her fantastically huge cock, though Carmen was more concerned with her adorable cunny. She pulled away and yanked her skirt off, then everything stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked and looked, “Oh…” None of Carmen’s four cocks were erect. She’d just been kissing her girlfriend, intent on fucking her until the morning or exhaustion stopped her, and Rachel was hot as ever, but nothing happened. It had to be Gretchen.

“It’s okay. We can…”

“It’s not fucking fair,” Carmen said and sank to the floor, holding her head in livid hands that wanted to tear at everything in reach, “I love you. I hate her. I never even did anything directly to her.”

“Hey, hey,” Rachel cooed and appeared at her side. She pulled her hands away, clearing the way for her own, soft fingers, “It’s just the way she is. Gretchen’s a fucking cunt, through and through. It’s not your fault.”

“It is,” Carmen said. The fact she was responding to Rachel barely registered, drowned in her misery, “It has to be or I’m just destined for this. The horrible people get all the power, don’t they? I’m no different, it’s just that Gretchen is worse. This is what I deserve, right?”

“No.”

“Yes! I had it all planned. Then I took the easy way out. I failed. I shouldn’t have. After everything, I should’ve been perfect. It had to be perfect. For Melody’s sake, for my mom’s sake. Then the book showed up and look what happened! I’m a fucking whore. Now I can’t even fuck my girlfriend. And she’s just gonna make it worse. I’ll do something I regret because of her. She’ll make my family hate me. She’ll make you hate me. I’m the epitome of a failure.” Carmen shook, arms wrapped around her body, as if that would keep it from coming apart. She dug her nails into her arms, breaking the skin.

“You didn’t…”

“What the fuck do you call this?!” Carmen shrieked and stood up, her lurid body on full display, “This isn’t the lowest I can go either. If it was, then I could at least try getting out of it, but she could just make it worse whenever she wants. You shouldn’t even be here. If she hears about this she’ll… I’ll…” Her words failed. None of her thoughts would organise. Was she even making sense? She focused on Rachel’s face, on the hurt in her eyes. Carmen turned and left, not concerned that she was mostly naked.

Gretchen was forced into school the next day - something about attendance. Carmen was with her and, of course, made to carry everything like the hopeless slave she was. There was some small comfort in being there again, the ambience of students walking around and talking, even if their conversations were about her. Some noticed her tattoos and took the invitations, spanking her ass. Oddly, Gretchen snapped at them for it. An optimist would think she was defending Carmen, but she was certain she just didn’t like them getting free touches.

“Really, the nerve of some people,” Gretchen said and grabbed one of Carmen’s breasts in blatant view of everyone, “Your body is mine. Anyone that wants a feel needs to pay.”

“No it fucking isn’t!” Rachel’s voice preceded a stunning drop kick to Gretchen’s face, who tried steadying herself, but her heels couldn’t handle the weight and snapped, landing her on her ass. A second later and Rachel was on top of her, fists flying as she screamed, “Give it back!”

People gathered around. Among the crowd, Carmen spotted her friends and, for a second, she hoped they’d help, but their worried eyes were on Gretchen. Not that the blonde needed them. Through a split lip, bloody nose and a blackened eye, she looked to Carmen.

“Get her off me!”

Rachel looked back as Carmen’s body acted, trapping her in its grip, “Fight her, dammit! What? You’re just gonna let her order you around because of that stupid book?! Come on, Carmen!”

“Honestly,” Gretchen said and spat out some blood, “I was looking for a reason.” She looked at Carmen, sadistic smirk back in place, made all the more terrible by her bleeding lip and lopsided nose. The book was pulled from her bag, someone handed her a pencil to Carmen’s relief.

“Any ideas, Carmen?” Gretchen asked, though her hand was already working, that cruel gleam in her eyes brightening by the second, “Relax, I didn’t write anything exact in there. She’s just my docile little slave now.” Exactly as she said, in less than a minute, Rachel went limp, staring at Gretchen like a wolf cub at its alpha.

“What to do, what to do?” Gretchen mused. She grabbed Rachel’s face, examining it through her blackened eye, “For starters; Rachel strip naked and show off your ugly body for everyone to see.” Even  before Carmen let her down, the redhead was in motion, removing articles of clothes in front of the whole student body. She paraded around, hands accentuating the sudden curve of her waspish hips and heft of her new dual-erections.

“Now, walk out of the school and try getting some money. You can steal it, whore yourself for it, I don’t care. Carmen’s too slow anyway.”

“She’ll get hurt,” Carmen said and tried stopping Rachel from going.

“So what? Oh, boo fucking hoo, another girl dead. Not like we don’t see something like that on the news everyday. And besides, she’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s got enough sense to just suck some dick or something. Actually, Rachel forget that. Go and suck every guy’s dick you can. I don’t care what you have to do to do it, just get it done.”

“Stop it,” Carmen said, holding Rachel in place, though she kept trying to walk past.

“Say one more thing against me and you’re raping your mother next,” Gretchen snarled. She didn’t tell her to keep quiet on purpose. That smirk made clear that she wanted another outburst, any chance to torment Carmen even more.

“Gretchen, maybe…” Zoey said from behind. Even under the book’s thrall, she cared for Rachel. Carmen allowed hope to spark for a second, until Gretchen whirled around and punched the Amazon to the floor.

“Why doesn’t anyone fucking get it? What I say goes! That’s how it was before. That’s how it’s gonna be now. So, shut the fuck up before I make Carmen rape everyone’s ass,” Gretchen said, unerringly calm despite the madness and fury frothing behind her eyes.

No one else spoke up. If Zoey, the tallest, strongest girl around was submissive to Gretchen, then they wouldn’t dare make a move. Carmen looked around for something, anything, that would help her. What could she do? Rachel slipped out in her distraction and marched toward the exit.

“Leave her!” Gretchen said the second Carmen made a move to stop the redhead. The Futa Note couldn’t be refused. It’s power would compel Rachel to fulfil Gretchen’s command, regardless of the danger it put her in. She’d die trying. She’d just been trying to help Carmen, now she was walking toward her death, not before degrading herself in every way imaginable. Flashes of Rachel’s fate beyond the school doors  made Carmen’s heart tremble.

What do you want?

That voice… no one was speaking. Even if they were, it sounded ethereal, like something from a dream. It resonated in her thoughts, echoed by her own voice. She watched people step aside, allowing Rachel past without pause.

What do you want?

She needed to do something. She needed a way to save her. There had to be something. She could distract Gretchen by eating her out. It repulsed her, but that might be her only option. She needed a way to stop her.

What do you want?

She needed…

Not need. Want…

She wanted to stop Gretchen. She wanted to make her pay.

What else?

She wanted the book back. She wanted to sleep with Rachel again. She wanted to never feel so helpless again. She wanted power. She wanted freedom. She wanted it all.

What is it you want? What are you slave to?

“I don’t want to serve anything. Or anyone. I am slave to nothing.”

That’s my girl…

Chapter 40 - Feeling at the Bottom of a Glass

Carmen didn’t go school or answered her phone. Texts kept piling in, missed calls by the dozens, most from Rachel. Her mother gave her space, as did Melody, for which she was thankful. Being around people was dangerous. She didn’t know what thoughts might cross her mind and whether she’d act on them. For all she knew, going to school would incite another scene with Ashley. Or a random girl. And what about Rachel?

She couldn’t face her like that. The words ‘I love you’ were hollow in her mouth now, even if she meant them just a few days ago. She needed control over herself first. After that, she’d return and make it up to Rachel in whatever way the redhead wanted. But progress was slow.

“This is pointless,” Carmen said. On her laptop, pages upon pages of research into emotions remained opened, matched by guides on meditation and therapy, yet none of them served their purpose. Even now, she didn’t dismiss them from disdain or frustration, but from logic; she hadn’t improved in four days since trying everything, so it stood to reason they were false. At least for her.

Hovering forever at her side, Ryuka skimmed through them as well, “Yes, I don’t understand these either.”

“The most useful thing was that quiz on moral compasses.” She’d done that on the first day, learning she lacked morality, though she understood what was right and wrong as defined by law. Her memories helped, though most seemed foolish in hindsight. All the times she wrote a name from anger were mistakes. Dakota was reasonable as a test, and Ashley provided her money, but Mary and Rachel’s sister were ultimately pointless. What about Rachel? That was justified… right?

Carmen wanted a true reason, something that made sense and would hold up to any scrutiny, but the purpose was simple; she’d asked for it. Lust might’ve also played a part. It didn’t seem right that something so basic had turned Rachel into a futa.

Yes, lust pervaded her thoughts more often by the day. When she woke, her cocks were hard, pussy sopping. Carmen dealt with them, but then by lunch they ached for another release, so she did so again, however just a few more hours and she was back to the start. The worst part was the sudden rush of feeling with every climax.

Not the pleasure or relaxed afterglow. It was emotions. A mixture of joy, frustration, disgust and fear, scrambling atop the other to be heard, shrieking from malformed faces to get her attention and be the first back in the light. It only took a minute for them to dissipate. No matter what Carmen tried, they only manifested during those moments.

“I have a theory,” Ryuka said and floated over Carmen, massive breasts just above her face.

“Go ahead.”

“Lust is what defines a Seikogami. It’s practically our blood, our oxygen, it drives us onward to discover new depravities. You, however, don’t feel it that way.”

“I’m aroused multiple times a day. How is that not lust?”

“That’s arousal, it’s natural when you have three cocks and a pussy. I’m talking about desire, the want to learn, improve, to fuck someone, to be with them, feel their body and warmth as you drive your cocks inside, or take theirs in you. Even with me around, you’ve never expressed lust.”

“But you can fix that with your powers, right?”

“Not quite. I just invoke arousal, a precursor to desire.”

“You’re not making much sense,” Carmen said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Ugh, this is hard for me too. I’ve never had to rationalise this stuff before. Okay, you fucked Ashley last week, right?”

“Yes.” Carmen still wondered at that decision. Why Ashley and not Rachel in the library? The redhead had been naked, recently affected by the Futa Note, and loved her. She made for the more obvious choice. In the days since, Carmen wasn’t any closer to a satisfactory reason.

“That was lust. You saw her, got turned on, and wanted to fuck her. Plain and simple.”

“What about Rachel? What about you? By all rights, you’re both sexier than Ashley, not to mention my history with Rachel. So why don’t I feel that for either of you?”

“Oh… huh,” Ryuka frowned and scratched her head, “Perhaps the timing?”

“You don’t know anything either,” Carmen sighed and shut her eyes.

“You feel something when you cum, don’t you?” Ryuka asked, suddenly right beside her, though Carmen didn’t flinch, even at the breath on her ear.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to make you cum now and keep you going for a while. Latch onto what you feel.” As she spoke, Ryuka’s hands went to the human’s plethora of phalli, “I won’t pretend to understand what you’re going through. It’s completely new to me, and I’ve lived way, way longer than you.”

“How old are you anyway?” Carmen asked, while her cocks filled out. The veins throbbed against the goddess’s hand, testing its grip.

“Oh, years started blending together around the fifth century. That’s not important right now,” Ryuka pressed her lips into Carmen’s neck, kissing down toward her chest. She didn’t wear anything when it could be helped, only putting something on when she needed to leave her room. Clothes didn’t make sense when she needed release so often. She only needed them when it was cold.

And because she’d be arrested in public. Also to protect Melody’s innocent eyes, she reminded herself of those factors.

“Tell me what turns you on. What makes your dicks hard?” Ryuka asked, now teasing a nipple with her tongue, fingers dancing across the trio of cocks.

“Your hand,” Carmen said, nerves flaring with arousal, “Your mouth on my nipple.”

“I’m not talking about that. What is it about Ashley that made you want to fuck her?” Ryuka bit into the nub, eliciting a sharp moan. She stroked the cocks now, rubbing the centre one with the other two, while lowering down and pressing her pillowy tits into them. Flares of sensation danced along her pricks wherever Ryuka’s hand touched.

“I don’t know.”

“Come on,” Ryuka breathed across the now moist tit and moved to the other, circling the areolae with her tongue, taunting the nipple, “The answer might be simpler than you think.”

“It’s hard to think with you, hmm, doing that,” Carmen said as her balls throbbed against her moistening pussy.

“Don’t think, don’t speak. Just let whatever comes, come.” Ryuka smirked at her words, but returned to her work, suckling in a huge mouthful of sensitive tit-flesh and forcing Carmen to arch against her. Pleasure burgeoned faster than before, everywhere that the Seikogami touched brimmed with energy, her cocks spewing pre-cum already. Orgasm wouldn’t be long.

Under Ryuka’s expert ministrations, Carmen moaned and tried thinking. The deity was correct that something about Ashley had stoked her lusts, but nothing came to mind. Was it the dick-nipples? The literal ocean of semen?

All her cocks pulsed in unison and spurted pre. It streaked across her stomach and spilled over Ryuka’s hand, slickening her grip and allowing it to slide faster, squeezing upward to force more out. Every graze along her glans brought out another moan, prolonged by Ryuka sucking and tonguing her tits, switching between them every few seconds. When Carmen felt she’d adjusted, the moves changed, became fiercer and the air ripened with the scents of cocks and pussies.

Was Ryuka turned on by this? Her penis wasn’t hard, but she was moaning too, the sounds deep and husky, more primal than Carmen’s. Her own moans turned to gasps, hastening with the goddess’s hands and tongue. She neared her orgasm, but not the answer to Ryuka’s question. Staring down at the Seikogami, sultry crimson eyes gazing back at her over a mouthful of tit, brought her no closer. Those behemoth tits embraced her hips, their own teats squishing into her.

Ryuka was right. While she was aroused, on the verge of cumming, Carmen’s thoughts never entertained the idea of fucking the Seikogami. So what was the point of this? Of masturbating at all? It gave her a glimpse of emotions and relieved the pressure in her balls, yet everything was temporary, none of it was an answer. Nothing would stop her from cumming, however.

A hand left her cocks to cup her balls and brush along the dampening folds of her cunt. Fingers massaged the lips, pushing and pulling them, and prodded her clit, before lingering at her entrance. They pushed a little, then further in response to Carmen’s pitching moans. As they built to cries, pulse racing in tandem to Ryuka’s constant strokes, her hips lanced up and boiling seed rose through each shaft. The first ropes splashed against Ryuka and onto Carmen, with many others following.

Clarity rammed into her the second she came. Carmen grabbed at the inhuman futa’s face, bringing it up and kissing her deep. Fuck, Ryuka felt so good. She’d never feel this level of release without the deity, the least she could do was return the some fraction of it. Fuelled by the thought, she grabbed huge handfuls of Ryuka’s tits, then pinched and pulled and twisted her nipples. Another rope of semen rushed out at the Seikogami’s moan.

If she could just stay like this, then everything would be fine. Carmen was happy. The feel of a smile on her lips was there, not forced and empty like before. She could hold onto this feeling, then go back to Rachel and be normal. No, better than normal. Without Gretchen loitering in the shadows, no one who could ruin their lives… but there’d be something.

Her lips froze against Ryuka’s. There’d always be someone or something, maybe not right away, but it’d come eventually. Maybe not from someone they knew, a random stranger could come along and ruin everything. Just like Gretchen had done. First there was Stacy, who lost her business just by Carmen’s association with her. Then Rachel. Just being close to her, living for a couple months in happiness, had spurred Gretchen into almost getting her killed. People would ruin everything.

Then she just needed to make sure they couldn’t. Carmen had the Futa Note back and the internet gave her access to almost everyone’s name and face. It would take time, but she could write all their names, bring under her power. No one to ruin them.

But then what would that make her? A dictator? No, they didn’t have absolute control over people. She wouldn’t be human by then. What person took away freedom from seven billion others? Just considering it made her worse than Gretchen, she at least had simple goals; to enjoy herself and fuck with a few people. This was that on a worldwide scale.

All her friends said she was a good person. Good people didn’t consider this stuff. She was awful. And when her orgasm ended and her emotions vanished again, then what would stop her from acting on such thoughts? Rachel wouldn’t love her if she did that. None of her friends would either. But that wouldn’t matter after she made them do it. What about her mother and sister? They’d be changed too. All for the sake of Carmen’s pleasure, all so she could orgasm forever and feel something again.

“Carmen?”

Ryuka was looking at her, no longer moving, large eyes quivering with her lips parted in unspoken worry. Something moist trickled down Carmen’s face and over her lips. It was salty. Tears? The orgasm had ended.

“Are you okay?” Ryuka asked.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll stop feeling anything soon. You can’t keep me cumming forever, it’s just not possible,” her voice quivered at first, but levelled out the longer she spoke, “Even if it did, I’ll do something horrible just to stay like that. I’d do anything.”

“And that’s okay…”

“No, it isn’t! It’s not right. It makes me dangerous. I have the Futa Note… I can’t do this. I need to-to get away from it. Don’t let me have it, whatever I say, don’t give it to me.” Carmen shoved Ryuka away and into a wall. The impact of her strength didn’t register as she forced on the nearest clothes, those being a low-cut shirt and baggy sweatpants, packing more into a bag. She didn’t know where she’d go, but it had to be away. The further and longer the better

Carmen didn’t stop to register her mother’s voice as she left, or the temptation to go back. A sickening tug on her mind worsened as she put more distance between her and the book. She pushed more, head jerking like something was hooked in her mouth, walking under a single directive; forward, until she found a bus and got on. It didn’t matter where it went.

After a while, the agonising pull on her skull faded. She breathed a sigh and closed her eyes. Hopefully Ryuka would listen to her and keep the book away, or at least hide it, then even if Carmen turned around, she wouldn’t have it.

I thought I helped you.

Her eyes burst open and shot around. The bus was mostly vacant, only a few passengers beside herself, and no one within six feet of her.

Didn’t I help?

There it was again, like someone speaking into her ear, yet the voice resonated in her head. Carmen looked around again, then slouched back down. Her emotions were locked away once more. Experience told her this should inspire fear, concern or at least curiosity, but all were absent.

You are free. No more fear, no more sadness, no more Gretchen. All you need to do is enjoy yourself. I’ll be there with you, guiding you toward pleasure. All you need to do is accept it and enjoy.

“You and Ryuka sound the same,” Carmen said, “I understand, but nothing comes. So just shut up and let me think.”

The voice stopped, but didn’t make it any easier to think. Her thoughts circled around, knowing what needed to be done, yet contested by knowledge of what was correct. If she just used the book properly, all the worries, all the time wasted on thinking, they’d be gone. Why couldn’t she just use it on herself  and bring the emotion out that way? It made sense, yet a chill in the back of her mind argued it wouldn’t. The rules were absolute.

Were they? Through an inexplicable situation, Carmen had become part of those rules.

Too much about the Futa Note remained a mystery. Even Ryuka didn’t understand all its intricacies. The thing was alive after all, an existence beyond human or Seikogami comprehension. Carmen rubbed at her eye. Sleep had been difficult to come by, dreams waking her every couple hours, yet she forgot them in seconds. She leaned on the window. When was the last time she had a good night’s rest?

The hiss of brakes jerked her awake. An imprint of her cheek was on the window and her neck ached from the poor angle. Little sunlight remained, painting the sky a myriad of fires, while tall buildings cast spindly shadows across the landscape. She didn’t recognise any of them.

“End of the line, miss,” the driver said as they pulled into a bus station.

“Where am I?” Carmen asked, but the driver either didn’t hear or ignored her and left. By the acrid odours swirling around her, she was in a seedy area. She looked around, searching for any landmark she knew, and found one; her old apartment. She sat on a bench opposite the complex and ran her eyes across the rundown area. Awful as it was back there, things were easier. Work, work, work, work… No relationships or cunts like Gretchen after her.

It could all go back to that. Except all the work, that’d be replaced with sex or anything that pleasured her. She left the area, wanting to ignore such thoughts. Night took over before long as she dragged her feet. Getting back home would be simple, but she hesitated. Maybe something there would help her figure it out. Once she did that, she’d get Rachel back, see her friends, laugh and love and live.

“It can’t be,” Carmen muttered. She’d reached the street Stacy’s coffee shop once was, the building had been renovated, built up and malformed. Once a place for coffee, relaxation and the warmest smile Carmen knew, now it was crowded by drunks and noise.

“A drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts,” Carmen muttered, “That might be it.”

It’d be a new experience if nothing else. Maybe she’d find a woman to sleep with, or the alcohol might change something. Her body was different to others now, given what the Futa Note had done to her before and after Gretchen wrote her name. Everything she knew from studying human anatomy didn’t apply to her anymore.

“Hold it.” A gruff voice and hand stopped her from entering. They belonged to a butch woman, powerful biceps accentuated by tattoos following the muscles. Her pectorals brought out her breasts, challenging even Zoey in terms of musculature. Both of them in bed would make for an incredible night.

“Yes?” Carmen grinned, eyes roaming across the bouncer.

“I need to see some ID.”

“Look at me. Do I look like I’m underage?” Carmen asked, using the chance to show off her figure. By that alone, she was more woman than almost anyone else, beside her crotch. Tits big enough for two hands each, with her clothes stretching ass ripe enough to get a real grip on. As expected, the bouncer’s eyes devoured her, indecision in her gaze.

“Sorry, but no card, no entry.”

A flicker of annoyance. Carmen stepped closer, leering down at the woman, “Then how about I…”

“There you are!”

Both looked to the door, where a stunning woman stood. They grabbed Carmen by the hand and led her inside, calling back over their shoulder, “She’s with me, Madison!”

Like that, Carmen was in her first bar. The air reeked of smoke, a mixture of tobacco and marijuana with other odours she didn’t want to know, and vibrated from the heavy music playing above the patrons shouts. Dim lights illuminated the room, blurred by all the smoke. It was packed tight, forcing her and the mystery woman to squeeze between surly drunks.

The woman led her to the counter and ordered something she didn’t catch the name of,  “I’m Wendy, by the way!”

“Carmen!”

“So,” Wendy said and handed her a shot glass, “What brings a babe like you to a dump like this?”

It was difficult to hear clearly over the surrounding noise, but Carmen heard enough, the ‘babe’ comment in particular, “I just needed to get away.”

“I get that. What was it? Family, lovers, drug dealers?”

“None of the above.”

“Oh?” Wendy arched a brow and threw back her drink, face pinching before she gave a heavy gasp, grinning daringly at Carmen. She did the same and resisted her gag reflex; the flavours were awful and burned down her throat, like she’d vomited in reverse.

“It’s me,” Carmen said and looked at the empty glass, counting the seconds until she felt some form of inebriation. She’d never drunk before, and couldn’t rely on media or her mother’s experiences to guess how long it’d take.

“Self-esteem?”

“No.”

“Suicidal?”

“No.”

Wendy kept guessing, but she never got it right. How could she? The issues plaguing Carmen were supernatural by nature, not something a human beside herself, Rachel or Gretchen ever dreamed of. Even those two wouldn’t understand it.

“Fine, I give up. Hey! Another round over here! Gonna tell me what it is?” Wendy asked. Her voice, the confidence with which she asked question one after another, made clear that she had experience talking to people desperate enough to end up in a lower class bar.

“I don’t feel anything,” Carmen said and threw back the shot when it arrived. Still nothing. Just a refreshed burn in her gullet.

“Not your first time drinking?” Wendy chuckled.

“Not that. I mean I feel no emotion.”

“Okay… I’ll bite. What the fuck does that mean?”

Carmen looked around for something that would drive her point home, but there was nothing in reach, beyond stripping off. She didn’t want to do that. With the type of crowd inside, chances were she’d get overwhelmed by drunks looking for a shot. Or attacked for her ‘freakish’ body.

She sighed, “It’s literally what I said. I don’t feel emotions.”

“Bullshit. You had disgust all over your face when you took that shot,” Wendy snickered, waving for another pair.

“It tasted bad. That’s not opinion, just fact.”

“Or maybe you convinced yourself of that?” Wendy asked.

“Why are you talking to me anyway? You don’t know me.”

Wendy shrugged, “You’re hot. Now answer the question.”

“I... don’t know what you mean.”

“I’ve met a few girls like you. They go through a lot of shit, stuff I genuinely pray never happens to me, and shut themselves off. Sometimes it doesn’t even take that much. Everyone has their limits. But you… by the looks of it, you have a pretty good home. No bruises. Good clothes. Yet you’re here,” Wendy said, now taking a sip from her glass instead of downing it.

“It’s… not like that,” Carmen muttered and drowned the words in her angry beverage. A tingling was in her veins now, like the beginnings of arousal, but less focused.

“Come on,” Wendy stood and pulled her up too, “This ain’t a good place to talk. Besides, I’ve got a friend you should meet.”

In proper light, Wendy stood out. The poor visibility inside the bar made it difficult to pick out her features, but under street lamps and a full moon, Wendy’s blonde hair shone through the dark like strings of light, and her skirt was taut around her hips and ass. All the weight went there it seemed, as her breasts were full, but not large as Carmen expected. Much like Rachel.

There was a rhythm to her steps as well. It wasn’t the whorish strut Gretchen mastered, or Carmen’s brisk pace, but a delicate bobbing of her hips to accent each click of her heels. Her lower cheeks rose and fell, a light jiggle to their motions, summoning Carmen’s gaze back each time. The burn in her veins condensed, slowly pooling in her crotch. She licked her lips, imagining the feel of those pillows on her balls as she slammed into Wendy’s cunt.

“Here we are,” Wendy announced, turning around to conceal her salacious rump. Carmen looked to the sole building around; The Candi Bar. By the neon women gyrating their hips, and the promise of girls, girls and more girls, it was a strip club. At her incredulous look, Wendy said, “Trust me, it’s not as bad as most clubs.”

“Your friend works here?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah. But she gets off soon. Don’t worry, they serve alcohol. Maybe something a bit stronger for you, huh?” Wendy chuckled and strode inside. The bouncer let them through after a smile at Wendy. Inside, it was dark as the bar, but on purpose. Only a hint of smoke tainted the air, while the lights were used to accentuate the stage at its centre, on which a glossy pole stood sentry. No cages hung from the ceiling as Carmen had feared.

“Thing about good strip clubs is they’re more like a Hooter’s, just with a more honest image. And nudity. Can’t forget the nudity,” Wendy explained on their way to some bar stools. They were comfier than the previous ones, actually cushioning her ass. The older woman ordered drinks. Not shots this time, just a dark liquid in a small glass with ice.

“Where’s your friend?” Carmen asked and took a sip. While not sharp like the shots, its fire was hotter and tasted like oak. The burn became a smouldering flame, promising a bigger pyre in due time.

“Coming on stage… now,” Wendy clapped her hands and, like magic, stage lights zoomed to a curtain at the back of the room, from which a massive set of breasts emerged, attached to an otherwise lithe blonde, with a pert ass, though nothing of note in size. Tattoos decorated her body, flowing across her form and framing her curves. A small pair of hoops hung from her overly round breasts, eliciting a phantom sting in Carmen’s own. Similar rings were attached to her ears.

She was the typical stripper Carmen had expected to see. What she didn’t anticipate, was the energy of her performance. In most forms of media, strippers were shown as depressed, often drugged women doing it for money and nothing more. This one went at like she was in love with the performance, or perhaps she was high. Her movements were quick, precise, made to pronounce her largest selling point.

All that covered her body were a thong and bikini top. It tented around her nipples, and her underwear sank deep between her ass cheeks and dug into her pussy, hiding nothing. But it was the fact she acted as if fully clothed, like the dozen or so others watching her couldn’t see everything, that made it all the more perverse, like a voyeuristic view.

“That’s Rey. I met her when she was like you. Despondent, hot, and in need of a friend.”

“I have friends,” Carmen said, finishing up her drink. An impressed Wendy handed hers over.

“You really aren’t a lightweight. Anyway, yeah. I figured you had friends, but you can’t talk with them openly, can you? Some people just need a stranger’s ear to vent into. Or a stranger’s word to help them along.”

“Are you a therapist?” Carmen asked.

“No. I mean, I did take a year of psychology before dropping out. Tried being a dancer. That didn’t go to plan. Not really.”

“You also work here.”

“Yep. It’s not all bad. Some of the girls are amazing in bed,” Wendy chuckled, eyeing the dancer as she spoke, “Plus the owner actually gives a shit.”

Rey’s dance ended to applause. She picked several notes strewn about, using the chance to flash some candid views of her privates, which earned more. It was all a routine for her. She vanished behind the curtain, replaced by a new girl to fill the void. Minutes later and she reappeared, this time clothed in a skimpy tube top and tiny skirt. The top stretched flat around the front of her chest, while pulling the implants together to create a bottomless cleavage.

She headed straight for the counter, waving to random patrons that greeted her.

“Rey, meet Carmen. She’s going through a rough patch,” Wendy said, hugging her friend, though her hands travelled down her back to steal a squeeze. More than friends, Carmen noted.

“Hi,” Carmen said with a long sip.

“Is she allowed to drink that?” Rey asked, though she just took a seat next to Wendy and ordered her own.

“No,” Wendy chuckled.

“Figured. So, what do you need me for, Wendy?”

“Nothing much. Just wanted you and Carmen to talk a bit. I see a couple of friends over there, so I’ll leave you to it,” Wendy said and headed over to a table, sitting with the occupants like she’d known all her life.

Rey sighed and turned around, leaning back against the bar, “Sorry about Wendy, she’s… pushy. What’s your deal? Run away from home?”

“Something like that,” Carmen said, glancing at the stripper, although she hadn’t stripped much on stage.

“Ooo, mysterious,” Rey scoffed, “Cut the crap. Tell me what’s up so we can tell Wendy to fuck off.”

“You wouldn’t believe me,” Carmen shook her head. A short laugh slipped out. Maybe the alcohol was finally taking effect?

“I’ve heard a lot of shit. Try me, bitch.”

Carmen shrugged, “Alright.” From there, she detailed everything that happened, from the Futa Note arriving, to Gretchen taking it and the things she did, ending with the wasteland of emotion she’d become.

“You’re right. I don’t believe you,” Rey snickered once she finished.

“Told you so.”

“But it sounds like you went through some crap,” Rey nodded, looking into her drink, “I won’t tell you to get over it. That never works. But I have an idea of what you’re going through.”

“I’m all ears,” Carmen said, leering at the stripper, doubtful that she had any clue.

“Basically, you’ve been conditioned to fear happiness.”

At that, Carmen laughed. The drink really had started affecting her. Rey waited until she was quiet, then turned back to the bar and gestured for a refill for them both.

“You laugh, but it’s true. Think about what you went through, right? You said your dad died? You were happy with him around, then you spent a lot of your life just studying. You didn’t let yourself enjoy anything until you got with Stacy,” Rey said, squinting at Carmen like someone reading a far off book, “Then that went to shit. You focused on taking it out on others. Then Rachel comes along.”

“I get your point,” Carmen glowered at her. Last thing she wanted after retelling everything was another person talking to her about how she failed over and over, like they understood it better than her. She didn’t fear happiness. She wanted it, everyone did, but between Gretchen and the Futa Note, finding it was impossible. Who the fuck was Rey to remind her of that?

“No, you don’t,” Rey said, recoiling only a little, “You need to have fun. Something that won’t have consequences.”

“And what do you suggest?” Carmen muttered, considering whether to force the woman to shut up, or just leave. The former seemed more appealing, particularly the cruder methods she could use. Rey leaned over, cherry red lips perked in a sapphic grin.

“A one-night stand. No strings. No one to ruin it. Just you and…”

“You?” Carmen asked, forgetting her drink in favour of the flirtatious woman. Sex might be exactly what she needed at that point. A night without thought, drinking what she shouldn’t, fucking who she shouldn’t, and enjoying it.

“Or Wendy. She’s been eye fucking you from the table. I know it’s sudden, but sometimes that’s what’s best. You’re the type to over think, I can tell,” Rey gripped Carmen’s thigh, a few inches shy of her cocks, “Once you see nothing bad will happen, then you’ll be on your way to recovery.”

“You make me sound like an addict,” Carmen said and angled her body to face her.

“Addicted to misery,” Rey said and moved in, their lips close enough to feel each other’s breath, “But give me a chance and I’ll hook you on something else. So… what’ll it be?”

“You’re so smart, you tell me,” Carmen said, not pulling away. Instead, she placed her own hand down, feeling the impressive muscles of Rey’s thigh, while contemplating what her implants must feel like on her dicks.

“Hmm, seems like a yes,” Rey chuckled and moved her hand up, weaving fingers in her hair, to pull Carmen in. Tentative at the start, Rey pushed first and deepened the kiss, tongue swiping at the high schoolers lips, which parted in invitation, yet she didn’t take it. Carmen shut her eyes, focusing on the sensation and anticipation. She pushed back, using her own nubile tongue to snag the other. A giggling moan told her that was Rey’s plan.

She squeezed the stripper’s thigh harder, willing it to split. Carmen brought the other hand into play, tingling fingers trailed across Rey’s features, pausing to pull on a nipple hoop through her shirt. A moan urged her lower, across a svelte belly and dove between her legs. The puny skirt made it easy to rub at her pussy, mons engorging around her thong and moistening the deeper Carmen kissed. Cocks throbbing, the high school futa stood up and dominated her new friend’s mouth.

She wanted her. That was all that ran through Carmen’s mind in that moment, a desire, burning hotter every second spent locked to Rey’s lips, feeling her body arch into the kiss, while her pussy brimmed over with lust, beat all other thoughts into submission. Worries over what Rachel might say, how this would develop, if it was right for her to do, were all chased by vicious tendrils of lust. Exactly as Rey said, this was for fun.

And she planned on enjoying every second of it. Her cocks twitched inside their prison, but they wouldn’t be trapped much longer. She wondered how they’d fit in a normal girl. They pushed against Rey’s chest, throbbing harder, as if going for her tits. Regardless of whether it worked, she wanted to try.

“What is that?” Rey asked, suddenly withdrawing. Her eyes went down, breaths speeding up as they did, and widened. She leaned away and pushed against Carmen, who frowned at her. Why stop when she instigated it? Carmen had told her about the Futa Note and the dicks it gave her. No reason for them to stop because of those. If anything, it should tempt her more. They were like strap-ons with a pulse.

“I told you about them,” Carmen said and tried closing the gap, but Rey kept a firm hold on her shoulder.

“I... I-I can’t do this. Not with those,” Rey shook her head and stood, heading away. She didn’t glance back. Did she really find penises that grotesque? When she was gone, Carmen just stared. For a second, she looked for what emotion to feel at that time, but they were crowding. Anger at being denied, then disgust at herself for her body, then fear at the urge to go after Rey and force her. She sat back down and gestured for the bartender to pour her another glass. Who or how she’d pay for it never crossed her mind.

It was already emptied when Wendy sat with her. The burn in her veins was stronger now, an insistent throbbing in her head was there too, like a voice telling her to cut loose and… and what? Carmen didn’t know what she wanted. Except another drink, which soon came her way.

“I should’ve noticed sooner,” Wendy said, “You hide your, uh, penis really well. So, what’re you? Trans? Shemale?”

“Futanari,” Carmen said, giving her a side-long grin as she circled her refilled glass, “I have both. Well, a three to one ratio, but they’re both around.”

“You’re kidding,” Wendy chuckled, then cast her eye at the now conspicuous bulges in Carmen’s pants, “I’ve never slept with a trans person before.”

“I told you, I’m not trans. Thanks to a magic book, I’ve got three dicks, a vagina, and an inability to emote properly.”

“Okay, maybe you’ve drunk too much.”

“Hold on,” Carmen said and unzipped her bag. She rummaged around, before finding the rough texture of the Futa Note and pulled it out, “See?” As she plopped it on the counter, deep, confused lines furrowed her brow. She remembered leaving it behind. Had Ryuka snuck it into her bag? Maybe, but that didn’t seem like the case. The throbbing in her head was stronger now, taking on a beat as she held the book. It was where it should be; in her hand.

Pushing the thoughts aside, a simple task with the alcohol thrumming throughout her body, she opened it to her three separate entries, “See?”

“I see it. Doesn’t prove anything.”

A chance to kill two birds presented itself. Carmen smirked at the older woman and pulled a pencil from her bag. It didn’t matter how the book was there, whether Ryuka snuck it in or the Futa Note somehow manifested inside her bag, only that she had everything necessary. Even the perfect name. She looked to the back door, from which Rey stepped out. Not even glancing her way. Carmen wrote her entry under Wendy’s perplexed gaze.

She was just taking Rey’s advice. Maybe it wouldn’t be fun for Rey at first, but it would be for Carmen. Besides, all the other women she’d transformed enjoyed themselves after a time. She glanced around the room, then at Wendy. Why should Rey be alone?

Chapter 42 - Reunion

What was she doing? A Seikogami, reduced to waiting, awake in the bed of the human with her Futa Note and staring at the ceiling. Madness came in all forms, even the mundane. More so as she ruminated over yesterday, everything Carmen had said and done, the fear in her eyes that gradually faded into a void, and her command. Ryuka hid the book as requested, buried it deep in a pile of clothes Carmen was too conservative to wear, but she still worried. From the way Carmen had left, it seemed she planned to be gone for days. Perhaps weeks.

She turned onto her side. The human’s sheets brushed against her skin, sensation rippling across like goosebumps, and she breathed deep. Carmen’s scent lingered, in spite of her efforts to eradicate it, even going so far as to cum on the bed. She removed most signs of it, save the aroma, and yet Carmen consumed her focus. Like a poison, the smell ran through her body and into her veins to fill out her cock, still hard after a night of waiting.

“Futile,” Ryuka snickered at the monolithic shaft, “It’s not like she’ll ever let you in.” But how she wished Carmen would. Human, Seikogami, or something between, the futa possessed something unique beyond just the Futa Note. Her perseverance? Her love for others? The strange connection she had with the book?

Ryuka wasn’t a diligent study like her roommate, nor was she inclined to investigate. It could be any number of aspects beyond the physical. Oh yes, physically, there was no question why she was attracted to the human. Perhaps she didn’t yet embody the excess that some did, but the potential was there, coiled up like a cobra ready to strike. Or was a python more accurate? She chuckled. Yes, that made sense. Desire was a crushing feeling, the kind that left one choking for air between thrusts or licks or kisses. Ryuka teased her lips, wondering what a genuine kiss was like.

Foolish. There should be nothing different from the lustful collision of tongues and lips that she was accustomed to, yet she couldn’t keep it from her mind. She’d witnessed Rachel and Carmen just lie in bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms, stealing the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It did turn heavy shortly after, but even then it was slow, less purposeful and more like an exploration of the other. It was gentle.

Such lingering thoughts broke down at the sound of the front door. A voice soon followed, shouted loud enough to startle birds outside Carmen’s window. Ryuka sank through the physical realm, appearing on the ground floor in the living room, where she could peer into the hallway and at the figures standing in it. Only two, but one took all the attention just by existing.

“Where were you?” Carmen’s mother, Alicia, inquired, face red as she looked her child in the eye. For reasons unfathomable, the Futa Note kept most from seeing Carmen’s developments, even the fact she now towered over her parent, who seemed used to, or didn’t notice, the gorgeous breasts hanging directly in her face. Alicia didn’t even look down at the impressive bulges in Carmen’s sweatpants. Had she left wearing those? In fact, her sweater looked unfamiliar too. The only thing Ryuka recognised was the bag.

“I just needed to see my friends,” Carmen said.

“Don’t give me that. You’ve been acting strange. I try talking to you and you… you just brush it off. What’s going on?” Alicia took her hands and held them tight, pleading eyes still gazing straight into Carmen’s, “You have to talk to me.”

“It’s really nothing. I… we lost track of time. It was already really late when I noticed so I didn’t want to call, in case you were asleep.” That seemed a logical explanation. Ryuka would’ve been placated by that, but she wasn’t a mother.

“I couldn’t sleep. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Every day you’ve been going out for hours at night, then you come back, avoid me, and do it all again. Do you have any idea how stressful that is?”

“It won’t happen again. I promise.”

“That’s not the point!” Alice took a deep breath, nose crinkling, “What is that smell?”

A smiled creaked into life on Carmen’s face, “I was with Zoey and she started working out. Roped me into it too.”

“Well… you should have a bath. We’ll talk more later.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mom,” Carmen pulled her into a hug, grinning as her mother playfully gagged, but returned the embrace, heedless of the breasts that eclipsed her head, or the genitals shoving into her. How many women and futanari would give their lives just to feel that? Ryuka knew one intimately.

Carmen separated and glided upstairs. Ryuka floated to the foot, watching the graceful dance of the human’s ass cheeks, made to lift and drop in perfect symphony amid the delicious thighs and glimpses of so many balls. On her pride as a Seikogami, she would not let Carmen bathe alone. She followed up to the bathroom door, then paused. Much as she wanted to just go in, Carmen had several hangups about being seen naked. Perhaps not anymore, but Ryuka still tapped into the futa’s mind.

‘May I come in?’ A short affirmation greeted her. Ryuka floated past the door, eyes darting straight to the naked back facing her. She traced the curves, each slight ridge of muscle or bone elegantly contoured to her femininity, that led and flared out into the stunning display of fertility that were Carmen’s hips. Even from behind, the futa’s breasts were visible as she raised her arms to straighten out her much darker hair. It’s tar-like depths highlighted the white sludge splattered across it. So much had changed in just a night.

“What happened?” Ryuka asked, then her eyes fell on the notebook balanced on the bathtub’s edge. How?

“I don’t remember it all,” Carmen said, dipping a hand into the filling tub, steam rising, “I’m still a little drunk I think.”

“Drunk?” Ryuka barked, incapable of halting the laugh before it erupted.

Carmen smiled and shrugged, “I thought it’d help. But it just made things worse.” The water sufficiently hot and the tub full, she turned off the faucet, then faced Ryuka, “I don’t know even know what I am anymore.”

Ryuka stared. Her nature as a goddess of sex should bring her eyes lower, to devour every facet of the stunning nude form stood before her, however she couldn’t so much as glance away from Carmen’s gaze. Nothing in history, not in Ryuka’s several millennia alive, preceded the sight. She hovered closer until she felt Carmen’s breaths and smelled the distinct odour of sweat and sex, yet she remained captive.

“So you’ve never seen this before either?”

Ryuka blinked, finally breaking the hold, and shook her head, “This is… You have to tell me what happened.”

Carmen sank into the bathwater, leaning back with a soft moan. The tub wasn’t big enough for her height and she draped a leg over the side, flawless palor leading to an erotic blight on her skin; the black sheath lording over two much lighter shafts. All were supported by an overcrowded sack of six balls, each larger than grapefruit. They stole the show even from her enlarged tits.

An explanation later, “Then I went to the restroom and my eyes were like this.”

Ryuka, out of respect, did her best to keep soft throughout Carmen’s tale. She’d never done so before and it proved harder than any shaft in her life. Even keeping her dick to a semi-erection had been easier, but she managed.

“Are you sure you didn’t write your own name?” Ryuka asked.

“I checked. Feel free to do it yourself.”

Ryuka did, scanning each of Carmen’s entries. It was like she said; none of hers had changed. She didn’t stop, however, and drooled over the scrawl of names, their transformations more decadent than the last. Making conjoined twins? A human centaur creation? For Carmen to indulge like that, her future looked bright. If not for the confusing pensive look in her incredible eyes as she stared at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve always been confident about my future,” Carmen said, squeezing out some dried cum from her hair, “Even when we were basically destitute, I knew I’d make it right. That’s part of what kept me going. Gretchen and Mary could say or do whatever they wanted, but I knew I’d outgrow them eventually. Then I found the Futa Note and things escalated, got better, then worse and worse, and now I’m here. Don’t even know if I’m human.”

A chuckle escaped her as moisture brimmed in her eyes, “I’m scared. I don’t know what the fuck is next. That entire strip club became my playthings. I had more sex in one night, with more people, than I ever thought I would in my entire life.”

“There’s nothing…”

“And I still want more. When I hugged my mom, I thought about writing her name. I hitch hiked back home and everyone that picked me up, I wrote their names and fucked them too. Some of them must have families and now they’re futanari, always hungry for sex, but not with their partners. They’ll always think about me. Just like the strippers. And yet I just want to do it again. More even.”

She curled up into a ball, tits squishing past her legs and cocks hugged tight between her thighs. Shuddering breaths escaped her. Locks of hair fell around Carmen’s face, slipping from the collective like threads of her mind. She looked to the her side, at the notebook back at her side. Where it belonged. Always had. Always would.

“I’m fucking terrified of myself. More now than ever. I know what’s right, but I don’t know if I care anymore. Controlling people feels so good. Fucking them feels so good. I just… What am I gonna do next?”

“Perhaps it’s not much of a victory right now, but did you hear yourself?” Ryuka sank and rested her head on the rim, beaming at the confused human, “You’re scared. Last I checked, that’s an emotion you’re feeling.”

“I…” Carmen’s gaze widened, the pink around her malformed pupils shining brilliantly against the crimson background, and a terse grin teased her lips. A tear rolled down her cheek, plopping into the water. More followed, yet her smile broadened as a dismayed laugh clawed free, “One step forward, two back, I guess.”

“Hey, you’re more ‘you’ now than before. Take your victories as they come, Carmen, otherwise you never enjoy life.”

“Yeah.” Carmen wiped at her eyes and chuckled, “I’m not sure what felt better; punching Gretchen or the orgy last night.”

“I’d wager punching Gretchen is pretty close.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was. Thanks for not helping her by the way. And for being here. I would’ve spiralled into who knows what.”

Ryuka fumbled for words, an unusual grip on her chest, “Not a problem. I’m invested in your progress, besides you’re far more likeable.”

“You make me sound like a protagonist in your story.”

“Not my story. Yours. I’m just here to observe and enjoy.”

“But you want to do more than observe, right?” Carmen reached over and folded her fingers with Ryuka’s, sharing the heat and pulse of her heart, then shuffled forward to create room behind her, “You can join me, if you’d like.” Her grip tightened. Was it an invitation or a demand? Ryuka let the question linger and slid in behind the smaller futa, who lifted herself to sit upon Ryuka’s lap, their legs flush together as they draped over the edge. Whatever caused Carmen’s abrupt growth was clearly magical. No human, natural or fake, had a rump as soft or shapely as hers.

Ryuka folded her arms around her, mindful of Carmen’s breasts as her hands cupped them. No admonishment met her action however, instead a gentle sigh, no more than a wisp of air on her skin, welcomed her. Desire filtered into her shaft, thickening it beneath Carmen’s body. She thought of apologising, but the human said nothing. Was she inviting her to do more? Best not to tempt fate, Ryuka thought. Her cock kept swelling tiny bit by bit against her will.

Not many could do such a thing. Even other Seikogami with all their power rarely aroused her against her will. The queen was perhaps the only other that did it involuntarily. Ryuka squeezed the human’s tits, fighting the urge to use her powers.

“It’s alright,” Carmen said, then yawned, head sinking into the cloud-like bed of Ryuka’s bust. Her strange eyes looked up at her, “You’ve done so much for her.”

“Her?”

Ryuka’s query went unheard as Carmen’s eyes drifted shut and the gentlest snores rumbled in her chest. Lips parted and glistening, relaxed for the first time in so long, and the apparent offer tugged on Ryuka’s own sensibilities. It could’ve been anyone else and she would’ve rammed her cock up their ass and/or cunt instantly, yet she hesitated. All her brethren would mock her. What kind of Seikogami passed off such a vague invite to ravage at will?

She leaned over, lips centimetres from the ones she desired, and held still. Those peaceful breaths warred against her deepening gusts, as she fought her own urges. Seikogami were beings of instinct. What they want, they took and did. She wanted Carmen to ask her, to make the first move, despite the signs of her own desire being obvious. Ryuka glanced to the futa’s crotch where the unnatural black sheath had risen slightly. It blended into her flesh so smoothly that it was eerie.

Rather than linger on her thoughts, Ryuka closed the small gap. Their lips met and, though Carmen didn’t react, it stole her heart. Why after millennia alive did one human affect her so?

“I suppose this is that ‘fate’ you humans constantly mention,” Ryuka mused, lips resting against Carmen’s forehead. She ran her hands through the abyssal hair, removing any semen that stuck to it, and found an odd serenity in doing so, “Or maybe it’s something else? Something stronger?” She looked to the notebook.

Carmen slept on through the bath, even as Ryuka washed her body. It seemed her story was true, stains of depravity covered her skin, layers upon layers dried and reapplied. The fact she missed such an event was unfortunate, however she expected many repeats to come if Carmen’s words proved genuine. She dried the human off and carried her to bed, wary of Alicia’s presence. Most humans would find a floating body unusual. Against her will, she even dressed her.

The night must’ve been long for Carmen to sleep past midday. Even in the recent, tumultuous events with Gretchen and her own psyche, she’d maintained a routine as best she could. Ryuka laid underneath her, offering the futa her own body as comfort, though she had ulterior reasons. The weight of a body, in particular one as soft and voluptuous as Carmen’s, and its heat on hers was enough to lull her into a fugue state. She almost envied Carmen for sleeping, something her race lacked.

But if she did sleep, she’d have missed the familiar footsteps coming upstairs.

“Carmen? Are you here?” Rachel asked and opened the door.

Carmen’s eyes fluttered open and frowned. Half her vision was… not gone, but it couldn’t be where she was looking. Where one eye zipped about her room, skimming across telltale signs of a dreamscape, like the wavy nature of her walls, the other seemed fixated upon her own body from an outsider’s view. Then she found the personified Futa Note straddling her, its weight suddenly on her hips and groin. Where not long ago its body was an exaggeration of her own, now more similarities matched them than not. Even down to the duo of human cocks submissively underneath the equine shaft.

“Welcome back.” Carmen blinked, though one eye remained open and staring. Her pulse quickened, a hand went to her left eye, but did nothing to obscure the vision of herself it projected. The Futa Note blinked and the sight vanished for an instant. It wasn’t hers anymore. She looked up at the book, its tits concealing half its face, but the nose and eyes were clear, including the empty socket surrounded by black creepers that shifted in agitation the longer she gawked. Likewise, Carmen’s own face lacked an eye. The one she retained was just like the Futa Note’s, which itself mirrored the changes from reality.

“What have you done to me?”

The book leaned back and arched its chest, nipples swelling to cast long shadows across the bed. It sighed and relaxed, ass squishing into Carmen’s crotch, “I helped you once more.”

“What have you done to me?” Carmen repeated, thunder rumbled in her voice, twisting the question into a threat.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The Futa Note fell forward, their eerily matched faces brushed lips, though hers were stitched shut, “No human or Seikogami can defy a Futa Note. It’s rules… it’s power is absolute. You’re lucky I’ve taken a shine to you.”

“Answer the question.”

The book pouted, “Fine, but you’d better make it up to me later. I’m not just doing this from the goodness of my… heart? Soul? Do I have those? Never really considered them. Sorry, my thoughts derail so easily since last night, must be the humanity. You’re brilliant, Carmen, surely you understand what this means?” It gestured to their missing eyes, “Even I can’t alter my own rules freely. It risks far more than you comprehend. But there’s an easy fix I just needed the opportunity to enact; a merger. With it, you’re largely exempt from my rules. Including my little mistake.”

At Carmen’s shocked inhale, it added, “Only a partial merger! Just the tiniest fraction of ourselves.”

“Give me a number,” Carmen demanded.

“Hmm? Oh, uh, I’d say something like… 1/1’000’000. I might’ve gotten away with less, but couldn’t chance it.”

“And that changed me?”

“Yes and no. Yes, it did change you. The eyes and juicy horse dick for instance, but your abrupt growth elsewhere? That was your desire leaking out. Oh, did you think I was making you grow all this time? That’s only half the truth, Carmen.” The book pulled her into an upright pose, still in her lap, but their faces were level, “I merely reacted to your wishes. The curves, the beauty, the pheromones, the power, it all stems from you.”

Carmen swallowed, like clearing her throat would somehow make sense of everything being told to her. Why was she only learning this now? It should’ve told her sooner. No, the book wasn’t at fault, nor was Ryuka. She had opportunities to dig for answers, but just assumed it to be some combination of the book and Ryuka. If she’d just taken those chances or chased them herself, how much of the recent weeks or months could have been avoided? This was her fault for letting the world determine her actions.

First her family and financial circumstances made her choices. Then the book’s appearance and Mary’s group irked her on, but she kept trying to follow the original path, not taking a proactive role as she should have. When Gretchen almost put her family on the streets, and razed her first genuine relationship to ruin, the book was right there, yet she thought herself above revenge. Look how that turned out.

Gretchen had done everything to depress her life, yet it was all her own fault. A hand stalled her thoughts, fingers caressed her cheek and urged her forward, so her forehead touched the Futa Note’s. She looked down at a serene smile.

“Sounds like someone needs you,” it said and leaned away to peer into her eye, that smile bereft of all the lust she knew it for, like a mother sending her child off to live their own life. Then the dreamscape melted into shadow, daylight attacked her through eyelids and a different weight was on her body. Lighter than the Futa Note, despite it being part of a dream, but no less soft or familiar. She cracked an eye open to see a wave of red splayed across her chest.

“Rachel?”

The swathe of crimson lifted and parted to reveal stunning green eyes and flushed cheeks, “Oh! Uh… hey.”

“Hey.”

“How are you?” Rachel wouldn’t meet her eyes, nor would she move from her spot, head cresting over Carmen’s breasts like the most welcome star of all.

“Tired,” Carmen mumbled and wrapped her in an arm and rolled over, hugging the much smaller futa against herself. Since last night, the gap between them had only broadened, making Rachel seem fragile, almost doll-like in her size.

“I…” The blush deepened as Rachel nestled against her, “Okay.”

“I’m kidding,” Carmen said, though a yawn defied her, “I don’t want to lose anymore time with you.”

“Didn’t seem that way. You wouldn’t call or text or answer mine. I was worried.”

Carmen squeezed, bosom smothering her face, until she jerked back with a gasp. The taller futa chuckled and pulled her higher, head resting on the actual pillow. She brushed a lock of hair behind Rachel’s ear, cursing it for obscuring even a fraction of the adorable beauty in front of her.

“What happened?” Rachel finally met her gaze, lips falling open. Delicate notes undermined her demand, like someone gazing upon a star for the first time.

“It’s okay,” Carmen said and leaned into her, “Everything’s going to be fine now.”

“Don’t just say that,” Rachel leaned away and shook her head, though her eyes glued themselves back to Carmen’s, “Tell me what happened, then I’ll decide if it’s okay.”

“Since when do you decide things for me?”

“Since you made me your girlfriend. I have a god-given right to decide things for you.”

“But I’m yours too.”

“Yeah, but you’re more like the guy far as we’re concerned. Everyone knows the one in the dress makes the decisions. You’re just eye candy.”

“I’d like to see you in a dress.” Carmen snickered, never having seen her petite lover in anything fancier than formal pants and a button-up shirt.

“Well, if you hurry up and tell me what I want to know, then maybe you’ll get the chance. Now spill.”

So Carmen did. As best she could explain, she divulged it all, from stealing that man’s money without remorse, to the prior night in the strip club. Not a detail was spared. Through it all, Carmen watched her reactions, hiding a frown at the subtle incline to her breathing, though her expression didn’t betray anything more. She stayed the same height as well, no hint of arousal.

“That’s, yeah, that’s everything,” Carmen said and waited. Nothing more needed to be added until Rachel made a response, whether positive or negative.

“In other words, you cheated on me. Not just with Ashley, but with a bunch of strippers and strangers. And turned them into a bunch of fucked up futanari,” Rachel surmised. Carmen opened her mouth, then closed it again, not sure what to say. Then a sudden kiss froze her thoughts.

“Shouldn’t you be mad?” She gasped when they separated.

“Livid,” Rachel corrected, “And you’re going to make it up to me, but I’m not about to push you away over this. You’re dealing with unique circumstances. Not gonna lie though, I did think about kneeing you in the balls.”

“Sounds fair,” Carmen said, then giggled as Rachel made a feint for her testicles, “Please don’t. You might start something you can’t finish.”

“Maybe I’m counting on it?” Rachel drew closer, eyes fixated on her, a little shorter than moments ago, “I wish you’d told me what was happening. I get you couldn’t with Gretchen, but after that you could’ve texted me or something. You know I would’ve done everything to help.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you said you were only feeling stuff after you came, so I’d just be your permanent fleshlight. That would’ve fixed it, right?” Rachel shrugged.

“I really like you,” Carmen sighed and kissed her, one hand snaking underneath to pull the redhead closer, “Let me show you just how much I do.”

“Ordinarily,” Rachel said, using a finger to stop another kiss, “I’d be riding you until you’re empty, I’m full, and we’re both sore as fuck, but there’s another reason I’m here. Aside from your mom giving me a call from nowhere, the others have been bugging me about you for days. They’re worried too.”

Carmen swallowed her disappointment. This was their first chance to be alone, not even Ryuka was in sight, for her to finally feel her girlfriend’s body on every level imaginable, and she was denied. She caught a glance down to her crotch and restrained a grin; if she made a proper move, then Rachel would submit. Carmen brushed a leg against the redhead’s groin, snickering at how she flinched away, trying to conceal her arousal, but she shrank another inch. It really would only take a little more and she’d cave.

That wasn’t how she wanted it to be, though. Ignoring all that happened just to gloss it over with sex, albeit the most incredible kind her depraved body could manage, wouldn’t settle anything. Her other friends deserved some explanation too. Did they remember what happened with Gretchen, that they became nothing more than sycophants for her?

“Yeah,” Carmen sighed and dragged herself from the bed to her closet. Most outfits had enough give to fit her, despite the added inches all around, though it’d be tight and sinfully revealing. She stripped and grabbed clothes without a thought.

“Hey, uh, look, I know you wanted to do stuff. Honestly, I’m surprised that I stopped you. So how about I make it up to you?” Rachel said and sauntered over to stand at her side, their height reflected in a mirror. With her back straight, her eye line was below Carmen’s proud nipples. More inches vanished from her body, nostrils flaring as she neared the musky trio, eyes never leaving the reflection, “It’ll just be quick.”

“No. Not right now anyway.” Carmen stopped her, smiling best she could, “I just want to deal with this stuff. Then we’ll have all the time we want.”

“I’d only need a few minutes,” Rachel said.

“You have no idea how much I’d do to you. Numb legs? Sore muscles? None of your concern, since I’d fuck you unconscious for a month.”

“Wait, you mean I’d be unconscious for a month, or you’d fuck me for a month?”

“Yes.” Not a shred of a joke or hostility tainted her promise. It was like predicting the weather in a desert; simply an unavoidable fact.

Rachel shuddered, pants groaning from the strain, and shrinking even lower, “Come on. Get dressed before I take you up on it.”

“This is only delaying the inevitable,” Carmen giggled. Just as she’d expected with her new form, the clothes she bought days ago were tight, constricting even, and her balls refused to be contained in boxers. Without them however, the heavy cum tanks hung at an awkward level. She needed support. In the corner, some of the clothes Gretchen forced on her awaited the incinerator, including multiple undersized bras. Too small for her breasts, however the cups might suit her balls.

It took a few adjustments and the sacrifice of appearance, but she found comfort as two K cup bras cradled her 6 testes. Satin cloth lifted them high, pronouncing her bulges further, however she didn’t have much other options for comfort and practicality. She pulled on her jeans, hoping to diminish their impact, though nothing would at their size.

“I think pants are a lost cause if you don’t wanna show off,” Rachel said, arousal not dissipating at all. Her cock was trapped, forced down her pant leg to nuzzle her shin, “Fuck, you really got big.”

“Looks that way. Wonder how big I am…” Carmen mused as she forced her jeans off, sighing in relief. The waist bit into her flesh, pushed to the limit by her new hips and thighs, though at least it exaggerated their plushness. Fortunately, she had a decent-length skirt and pair of shorts around. They did enough to make her feel as though she didn’t border on exhibitionism, not that they went very low, only grazing the middle of her thighs. Her shirt, on the other hand, couldn’t reach any further than her navel. It didn’t move enough to flash her nipples as she moved, though it was because those high-beams held it in place.

“How do I look?” Carmen asked once resigned to her appearance. Not at Gretchen or Mary’s level, she would steal dozens, if not hundreds of looks. One mattered more as Rachel wiped at her lips.

“I might be biased, but I’d fuck you,” Rachel hopped over and hugged her, short enough to completely miss Carmen’s breasts. “Legit though, you’re always sexy. You could wear a sack and I’d get turned on.”

“Thanks, I guess. Where are we meeting everyone anyway?”

“Hmm? Oh! My place. We should go, they’re probably waiting,” Rachel said and broke the embrace, pants throbbing, but Carmen pulled her back.

“I missed you. Really I did,” Carmen leaned over and delicately kissed her, pushing adoration to the forefront. Lust could take its turn later.

Rachel smirked into the kiss, “Let’s go. Like you said, all the time for this later.” She led the way out, only pausing for Carmen to grab the Futa Note.

At Rachel’s house, the others sat around the living room. Carmen glanced through the window at them all, looking for changes she might’ve missed. Leah was present as well, doing her best to be a good host, her body so voluptuously endowed that no human could stand up to her without a certain book’s support. Zoey sat on the floor, huge in similar but unique ways as her eyes still met anyone’s on the couch or chairs. Mary might’ve had the only pair of tits to match Leah’s, though numbers weren’t on her side.

Dakota and Ashley were on either side of her. The tanned futa’s hat was off, letting her ears breathe, while her tail waved to a lackadaisical rhythm as she rested on Mary’s lap, glancing up at each of her girlfriends’ luscious busts. Subtle twitches in her pants made her desires clear. Her ears perked up as Rachel opened the door.

“I’m back! And look who finally crawled out of her cave,” Rachel said, tapping her breasts in a lurid drum roll for Carmen’s appearance. She looked between each of her friends, meeting their eyes for a second, before she took a breath. Like at the strip club, the combined musk of barely restrained cravings gathered in her brain and rode the nerves across her body. Zoey was the strongest of the group, pent up and sweaty, probably from a run. It was nice to see them, but her libido wanted a deeper reunion.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Carmen raised the Futa Note into sight of so many examples of its power. Where she’d started at a simple change with Dakota, she’d gone further and further with every person present, leading to the eclectic cornucopia of futanari before her. 

They deserved to know the truth after all she’d done to them. She didn’t know how they’d react, if they’d hate her afterwards, but she could make it right afterwards.

Chapter 44 - Deep Friendships

“Who’s first?” Carmen asked. The five beneath her glanced at one another, before Mary took initiative and clamped her lips over the horse cock, nose flaring as she inhaled. Ashley followed her lead, claiming the next, while Zoey brought the third to her lips. Disparities between their skill levels became obvious as Mary pried open her jaw around the girth, then crept down, gagging the second it met her throat but never stopping. Her girlfriend did the same, cheeks puffed out from the sheer girth that stuffed her maw.

Zoey, on the other side, tried deeper and retched. Thick dollops of spittle escaped her lips, but she was persistent and stayed in place, despite her body’s constant efforts to reject it. Mary tapped her shoulder and slid back, guiding the Amazon with her, though neither relinquished their cocks. With a careful push, the blonde pushed back down, gradually taking more.

“That’s it,” Carmen said, hand wrapping around her taller friend’s hair. She got it cut, Carmen noticed, the locks going no further than her chin, “Your hair’s cute.” Ever the tomboy, cute wasn’t often used to describe her, earning a blush through her tanned cheeks. With both Mary and Carmen’s guidance, inch after inch of cock dilated her gullet, its shape bulging through her slender neck. Satisfied with her progress, Mary refocused on the equine dick in her own throat.

Years of being a slut came to the forefront. Even Ashley, who had taken the lead while the others were preoccupied, was left at the halfway mark, while her expert lover took the much fatter cock to the ring. Mary inhaled through her nose, then pushed. An entire inch was added in every direction, her lips shaping themselves around the medial ring, then it snapped past her teeth. Her eyes watered, she couldn’t swallow anymore, dense rivulets of spit pouring down her chin, but she kept going. Those on either side of her stopped to stare, only moving when their breath ran out.

“Don’t forget us,” Leah said from behind. Carmen looked around to see the cow and dog girls kneeling in worship of her ass.

“It’s so hard to think up close,” Dakota panted, nostrils flared and chin glossy with saliva, “Your scent is so thick. Like it’s clogging up my nose. Squeezing my brain. Oh fuck!” She huffed the air, then quivered as her cocks launched rope after rope between Carmen’s legs, who just smirked.

“Cumming from smelling me? Such a naughty pup,” Carmen said and widened her stance, then pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her puckered ring, “Be a good girl and I might fuck you.” Underestimating Dakota was a lovely surprise, as the canine-futa snatched the bounty of ass flesh from her, then splayed her tongue out and ran it from top to bottom, across Carmen’s pleading cunt and over her asshole. Without any provocation, she pushed it past the knot of muscle, then retreated and repeated.

“Rachel, babe?” The redhead was at her side in an instant, “What’d you want more? Balls or tits?”

“Both?”

Carmen rolled her eyes, “One.”

“Aww… Fine, I’ll take balls.”

“And you, Leah?” Carmen asked, moaning deeply from the attentions of everyone else.

“Balls!” Leah groaned, “I’ve had enough tits to last a lifetime.”

“Good choice,” Carmen pulled them both to the front, nestling them between the others diligently bobbing up and down her three shafts. Both sisters wrapped their arms around the sextet of testicles and latched on, tongues hooking into what little loose skin they could. Neither paid any mind to the other three, slobbering away at their respective poles, lips dragging forward into lurid vacuums designed solely for sucking better. Six girls turned into futanari by her own hand worshipping her…

Nothing in her life prepared her for this. The strip club came close, however that wasn’t long ago, nor was it anything like this. The people there had no history with her, mere strangers that she turned into means for pleasure on drunken whims, but most everyone gathered around her were friends. Not at first - most had wronged her to some degree - yet now they wanted her. All of her.

Whoever her fingers touched, they moaned and tried that little bit harder. Even Mary, who had everyone beat as she soared and plummeted along her bestial mast, throating at least two-feet of cock each time, went faster at her touch. All eyes and hands hands were on Carmen. Nails raked across her sensitive flesh, tongues danced across veins or dashed into her holes, while moans vibrated across her entire being. No one was silent either.

Moans aside, not one of them wasn’t slurping or gagging or both. Thick gulps rang from the trio sucking her dicks, each in response to the smallest throb in her lengths, even as pre-cum and spit erupted from their mouths. Mary wrenched her lips free with a lewd pop, sturdy bridges of their juices connecting them, before her hands came up. They twisted up and down Carmen’s length, using their combined lube, then went to her face and rubbed it into her cheeks.

“Hmm, ooh fuck,” Mary chittered, shaking as she handled the horse cock, nuzzling against it and slapping the fat head into her cheek, “Cover me in your musk. I wanna smell like you even when I shower. Ahh, yes, drown in me in cum.” All Carmen’s pricks twitched in response, prompting the other two to back off. Zoey put her height to use and sat up, breasts embracing her chosen prick.

“Jesus, it’s so hot,” Zoey groaned, sliding her tits along it. Even at her size, Carmen’s girth was barely covered with several inches of length pointing straight at her face, “It’s like hot iron. God, brand me with your cock. I-I don’t want to belong to anyone else.”

Ashley took a different approach. Rather than talk dirty, or use her monumental breasts to her advantage, she remained latched onto the tip, lips pursed tight while her tongue wriggled into the urethra. The tri-cocked futa clenched around Dakota’s tongue as it explored her anus, a sudden jet streaming from her pussy and pricks. Rachel and Leah stopped their worship, the balls vibrating and swelling, before returning with enhanced fervour. It wouldn’t be long before she came.

“What’s… ooooooohhhh fuck!” Mary’s scream crescendoed, then turned to gags as she smothered her larynx with Carmen’s cock, yet it did nothing to stop the vibrations in her chest or her own prick as it let loose a - comparatively pitiful - flood. Mere seconds behind her, Zoey grunted and dove onto Carmen, nose mashing into her crotch. Rachel took the chance to lick at her chin, teasing her, even as she shook in a violent, hands-free climax.

“It’s so good,” Rachel hummed, returning her attentions back to Carmen’s scrotum and humping the air, her dicks catching her friends’ emissions, “It’s like I’m licking you with my pussy. Ah, sucking on your cum tanks is gonna make me cum. What’re you doing to me?”

“Nothing,” Carmen moaned, pitch low as she grabbed at Mary and Zoey’s heads, dictating their pace to a ferocious tempo, “You’re just that easy.”

“Oh god,” Ashley said into the cock, slurring the words as her eyes rolled and tremors rocked her body, “I’m gonna…”

“Wait,” Leah chirped, then whispered something just beyond earshot to Rachel.

“Can’t,” Ashley whimpered, shaking harder.

“Just one… sec… and… ahhhh yeah,” Leah moaned. Her sister’s delicious voice harmonised a second later.

“Their… Pussies on my nipples… my dick nipples are in their pussies… Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! I’m cum-” Ashley gagged on cock as Carmen yanked her back down, driving over a foot down her throat. Vibrations rocked the worshipped futa’s shaft, transferring into her testicles and churning up a thicker load.

“Hold still,” Carmen said to all three, most still caught in their orgasms, but they nodded. Even as Ashley’s own shafts unloaded time and again, covering the floor and filling two supple cunts. Each cumming futa braced themselves, hands linking on Carmen’s hips. Mary lowered her head and straightened her neck, offering as perfect a passage as possible. The others followed suite.

Braced, lips and necks taut, and eyes glazed over from orgasm, all three moaned at Carmen’s first thrust of the day. Rachel and Leah giggled as they were slammed by her testicles. On the other end, Dakota held still, letting Carmen dictate the rhythm as her pussy and ass slid across her tongue, wriggling it to offer the best stimulus. Not that she needed to.

Three cock-sleeves took Carmen’s brutal force. Slimy webs of saliva connected every inch of her horse dick to Mary’s face, from fat, leathery base to the spongy crown as it pulled on the futa’s lips, before smashing back home. Their sleeves constricted as they gagged and moaned and swallowed around her. Pre-cum gushed from each prick, heedless of any rhythm. They choked on it as Carmen thrust in, leaking from their nostrils. The sounds, however, were drowned out by the dangerous slap and splatter of Carmen’s thrusts.

“Dakota, get your tongue in my ass. Deeper,” Carmen moaned, hands finding the sibling’s heads and mashing them against her balls, keeping them planted even as she fucked the other three, “Get a good whiff. All that cum inside is going into everyone here. I’ll make sure it’s the only perfume you need.”

“Please,” Rachel moaned. Despite the room being mild in heat and Carmen’s voice never losing strength, even as she neared a climax, lines of sweat fell across her balls, “Fuck, your sweat’s so good too. I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too. Shit, it’s gonna be huge!” Leah groaned beside her.

Dakota plastered her lips to Carmen’s ass and shoved her tongue deep as possible. A series of bumps met the muscle and, as she twisted and turned it, Carmen clenched tighter. Her thrusts ramped up, strong enough to leave bruises on any regular cock-sleeve, but these were specially made for her, by her. Mary, Zoey and Ashley took the brutality and moaned for more. Her hands danced between them, petting them as one would a well-behaved dog.

Of course, their ultimate reward came as her moans built to an opera. She slammed Zoey and Ashley to the base of their respective shafts, both sticking their tongues out to taste even a little more of her flesh. The sisters below changed targets and suckled on them. Mary, meanwhile, had both hands’ attention and could only stare, wide eyed as she was pushed and pulled. Her blonde mane became a blur until, finally, Carmen held her to the base.

“Cumming,” the crowded futa said. Her voice was no more than a breeze, a whisper in everyone’s ear, yet it echoed, rebounded in their heads like sirens and beams of light casting their souls in luminance. Despite everyone but Carmen having cum just moments before, they all shrieked and ejaculated all over her legs. Only Ashley, after days upon days of build up, measured up to the tidal wave Carmen brought forth.

Unprepared for it, all three futanari clasped to her pricks gurgled as semen erupted from their lips. Zoey took the challenge, swallowing constantly to keep the cups of jizz down, quickly taking litres into her stomach. This was her wheelhouse; perseverance, facing an insurmountable wall and cresting it. That wall, however, was Carmen’s production, which only seemed to increase as minutes elapsed. Even the others struggled.

All their cheeks were red, shifting to blue from a lack of air. None made any move to pull away, even as their stomachs engorged, bloating past their tits, and rounded into pregnant globes as still Carmen pumped out more. Finally, Ashley’s lungs gave in, survival overwhelming even her cum-lust. She yanked herself away to breathe, the released cock hosing her down. A single rope was enough to cover her from her hairline to her fecund middle.

Mary joined her a moment later. They pressed their cheeks together, mouths open, showing off the ocean of jizz as they gurgled for oxygen and basked in the endless tide. The only one left was Zoey, still gulping diligently, even as her eyes rolled. Carmen finally pushed her off to spare her blacking out, then nudged the sisters up front. She jerked herself off, all cocks aimed at the quintet of transformed sluts and dousing them in the last minute of her orgasm. As her ropes turned to limp spurts, the original three set to licking each other clean.

Her girlfriend took the opportunity to latch onto the middle prick. With Rachel’s arousal still throbbing hard as ever, the cock looked almost the size of her head, yet she squeezed it past her lips and slurped up the dregs. She grabbed the other two and aimed them at her, dribbling cum onto her face, then used their heads to massage it into her skin. Leah crawled behind and grabbed Dakota, dragging her to the front.

“That was awesome,” Mary giggled, voice thick from dick-cream still clumped in her throat.

“Yeah,” Ashley said, stroking her deflated tits.

“What was that?” Zoey asked, her words raspy after nearly choking herself on cock and cum, “It felt like you were touching me all over. Fingering me ass and pussy. Sucking my cock.”

“It was like she was inside me,” Rachel said, shovelling handfuls past her lips and slurping it off her fingers. No matter where it laid, the mixture stuck like industrial-grade adhesive, only seeming to move when the intent was to ingest it, “Fucking my… everything.”

“It couldn’t have been that good,” Carmen shrugged, then wiped up an errant, line of cum hanging from her horse dick, “Besides, no one but you and Ashley know what it’s like to have me inside you.”

“Wait, what?!” Mary snapped, glaring at her dick-nippled lover, “You never said anything about that.”

“I was huge! I didn’t know what was up or down. Honest, I just thought she came in, rubbed me off like normal and that was it. If I’d known, you seriously think I wouldn’t tell you?” Ashley pouted, bottom lip trembling.

“Sorry,” Mary said and pulled her in, their sticky, slimy flesh sliding together, “Just jealous is all. I’ve been dreaming about it for so long.”

“Not as long as me,” Dakota said, coming over and licked at their cheeks to taste more cum.

“Yeah, that’s hardly fair,” Rachel added, still knelt before Carmen and bathing in her presence, “Is it, babe? You changed Dakota first, then did it again, and she still hasn’t even sucked your dick yet. How cruel can you get?”

“You’re right,” Carmen said, picked her up and mashed their lips together, then set her aside. All her cocks pointed to the dog-futa, “I’ve been so selfish. How about it, Dakota? They’re all yours.”

“Mine? All three?” Dakota asked, already drooling from three points. A nod was all she needed to roll onto her front and lift her ass high as it would go, pussy swollen and gushing with desire. Juicy rivers ran down her thighs and over her balls, falling like slimy ropes between her snatch and the ground.

“C’mon, there’s three,” Mary whined.

“There’s other dicks here you know,” Leah said, brandishing her own member. Rachel jumped up to join her, then grabbed Ashley as well, all three sticking their pricks in Mary’s face. The blonde sighed, then shrugged and latched on, sucking them as if she hadn’t spent the last ten minutes with her jaw strained around Carmen’s dick. With their attention diverted, Carmen slapped her hands down upon the dog-futa’s tight rump.

“What about you, Zoey?” Carmen asked as she kneaded the flesh, cocks stroking along Dakota’s drooling quim.

“I’m fine,” the athlete panted, “Just gotta catch my breath first.”

“Really? Well, when you do, I’ve got some holes that need attention too,” Carmen said, making eye contact as she angled her side-cocks toward Dakota’s pussy, while her horse shaft wedged between her ass cheeks. She pushed in, the folds straightening out from the girth, but stopped once the tips wedged inside.

“You’re serious?” Zoey asked, stroking herself to the sight and sounds of Dakota’s moans.

“Well, just my asshole. The other one’s reserved for someone special.” Carmen’s eyes darted to Rachel, currently slamming home into Mary’s throat, while the others crept behind her arched rear.

“Yeah, gotcha,” Zoey nodded and walked over. Despite her height, compared to others, her cock was just average, no more than eighteen inches. It’d do, Carmen thought and arched her rump, using the chance to sink more of her ‘normal’ cocks into Dakota, while sliding her horse member along her puckered hole. But why settle? On the floor, floating on a pool of jizz, the Futa Note beckoned.

As Zoey’s hands clapped down on Carmen’s luxurious rump, a heavy shudder coursed through, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing much,” Carmen said, setting the note down. Despite the floor, it wasn’t even damp, any clump of semen just slid off, “Just a small upgrade.”

“Oh fuck, it’s growing,” Zoey grabbed her prick, which extended over Carmen’s back, past her shoulder blades and over her head, “It’s huge…”

“Don’t worry. It’ll shrink a lot when flaccid,” Carmen assured, reaching back to stroke it, timing her arm to her hips as she fucked six inches of her cocks into her first ‘victim’. Each thrust sank a little further, drip feeding Dakota pleasure and filling her past any average person’s brink.

“Okay,” Zoey said and backed away, levelling her now two and a half foot mast at Carmen’s ass, still slick from the earlier anilingus. The snug ring pressed into her tip as the triple-cocked futa angled her own horse dick with Dakota’s pucker, then both pushed in sync. Unlike Carmen’s anus, which ravenously swallowed inch after inch, the dog-futa’s ears and tail stood on end as her anal walls remodelled.

“So fucking tight,” Carmen said and massaged the cheeks, fingers tingling like pins and needles, yet feeling everything so acutely.

“I was a virgin back there,” Dakota moaned. Despite her claim, she pushed back, voice rising as her both holes stretched, pushed and pulled on the trio of dicks penetrating her, “Hmmm, it burns so good.”

“You should’ve said,” Carmen cooed, still feeding more as her own butt was splayed open by Zoey’s cock, “I’d have gladly tongued it for a bit.”

“No one’s telling you not to,” Zoey said, hands finding the shorter futa’s hips and pulling on them, yet unable to move her more than an inch.

“Maybe later. Right now, I want to fuck,” Carmen said and relaxed, allowing the Amazon’s brute strength to slam their bodies together. The force sent her forward, shoving beyond the medial ring, her prick curving to stretch as much of Dakota’s rear as possible. A pliant lump pushed on her shaft, pulsating with the triple penetrated futa’s moans, “So that’s your prostate.”

She hadn’t considered the physiological changes beyond appearances. Not to mention how big this felt, much larger than a man’s should be judging from diagrams she’d seen. One day, she’d see an x-ray of her own body, just to examine how severely it had changed. Had things moved around to make way? Was her interior just a temporal anomaly, fitting far more than it reasonably should?

Questions only distracted from pleasure. Carmen refocused on her present, sandwiched between two of her friends, filled by one and filling the other. Few sensations beat the humid blaze of a person’s mouth, ass or pussy, one of them being a combination. Tight, smooth walls clung to her equine member, broken up by strong ridges that tugged on her, while squishy creases gave way to her tumescent pricks. And through it all she savoured the same being done to her own cushy rear.

As Zoey squatted for thrust upward, her shaft mashed against something inside. Carmen clenched in response, powerful enough to almost lift Dakota off her feet, then realised that was her own prostate. Just the one? She pondered, before shoving the query aside and backed into Zoey, yanking her own shafts free, before timing her next thrust with the athlete’s. It didn’t take long to build a rhythm.

Carmen pressed her back into Zoey’s chest, turning her head to pull their lips together. Rough, slender fingers squeezed her chest, undulating toward the tips and pulling on the swollen nubs. She kept her own hands firmly on Dakota’s rump, pushing and pulling it to her tempo, no one else’s. This was her choice, her actions, her cocks ramming so deep they forced the futa’s cervix to bend more and more. Dakota had nothing to do but take it, yet she performed in her own way.

A shake of the hips. Whorish moans. The profound, lurid squelch of her juicy cunt as it squeezed. All while a train of cock pounded her, drowning even the other group’s moans with the clap of wet sticky flesh. Miniature shock waves distorted the air as Carmen fucked her, reverberating deep in everyone’s bones, rattling their nerves to coerce more pleasure. Despite everyone’s recent orgasm, their sounds made clear the encroaching storm.

“I can’t believe it,” Dakota panted into the floor, arms slowly giving out to let her rest on her four breasts, “I’m gonna cum again. So fucking soon…”

“Ahh, me too,” Zoey said, grunting as she slammed Carmen’s ass once more. The hole refused to loosen, only accepting the invader, never letting it have its way even as it excavated over two feet of her bowels. From over Carmen’s shoulder, she watched the futa’s tits jiggle in hypnotic patterns, until lust tugged her forward. Her lips found a nipple and suckled.

Carmen moaned and hooked an arm around her head to hold the taller futa close. She let her eyelids half shut, not wanting to miss the orgy taking place just a foot ahead of them. In a short time, Mary was bent over Leah’s prone form, taking Rachel’s cocks from behind, while she slobbered all over Ashley’s dick-nipples. A grin was always on her lips, neck tight from barely contained screams, and her own prick flung pre-cum all across the scene.

“You’re hogging her,” Carmen said and shoved against Dakota with each thrust, moving her closer until Ashley’s breasts were in reach. The plump futa sat to the side, one tit offered to each of her girlfriends, who sucked on them without pause. At Carmen’s touch, Ashley lifted herself on her knees, high enough to reach her juicy nipple. Only her pussy was left without pleasure, though it leaked no less profusely.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Rachel sighed, slowing her brutal pace on Mary’s ass to lean over, “You fuck these girls often?”

“First time,” Carmen said, “You look like a regular.”

“My girlfriend understands these big dicks needs to ream a slut or two.”

“Oh, she’s not a slut too?”

“No,” Rachel slowed to a standstill, but for the vivid throbbing of her shaft distorting Mary’s anal ring, “She’s more into making others into sluts. But she does it for their own good. Without her, they wouldn’t be nearly as, hmm, happy. Like me. I’m so lucky to have her.”

“I’m lucky to have you,” Carmen said and reached over, grabbed the redhead by the throat hard enough to make her gasp, then hefted her over to plant a long, sloppy kiss on her face, “Just you and me after this. Your room. No distractions, no inhibitions, just sex.”

“God yes,” Rachel moaned and sealed their lips once more. Her cocks were long enough to still be hooked in Mary’s ass, spasms shaking it as her balls pulled taut to her tiny frame, high pitched moans filling Carmen’s mouth. Like a domino effect, her climax triggered Mary’s, who started Leah’s and Ashley’s, spreading into the others in seconds. Hot, gloopy jizz poured into Carmen’s bowels as Zoey yelled into her breast.

Ropes of white splashed Dakota’s face from Mary’s dick and set off her own. Both her holes closed around Carmen’s pricks, holding them at the hilt, while her juices sprayed free. Looking past her lover, Carmen’s belly inflated, stuffed with semen and wanting more. Ashley hunched over, still locked in climax and gasped. She reached under the dog-futa.

“Her belly’s getting so big. Ooh, it’s like you’re pregnant, Dakota. Keep filling her, Carmen. Oh! Her belly button just popped out. Fuck, I feel your cum. So hot and thick and… and… ooooh aiiieee!” Ashley’s mind melted as a second orgasm slammed her in the midst of the first.

“So good,” Zoey panted and staggered back, requiring several steps before her cock head slipped out. Like her cock had been holding her up, she sank to the floor, Dakota going with her as Carmen released her lower holes. The Futa Note owner didn’t so much as wobble, even as she held Rachel close.

“Come on. I think I recall saying ‘I’ll knock you out’.”

“Wait!” Mary chirped, then groaned and held her stomach, cheeks bulging before she swallowed, “Almost puked cum there. Fuck, that’s kinda hot. Uh, anyway, I’ve got a request.”

“Hmm?” Carmen arched a brow, the inflated blonde crawling over to look up at her six testicles and three turgid cocks, two of them shiny with fem-cum.

“Give me more… more dicks too. I wanna fuck Dakota and Ashley, hmm, at the same time.”

“Make me bigger,” Ashley pleaded, joining her. Their shared lover gurgled, unable to speak after swallowing Ashley’s cum, while Carmen had stuffed her from the other end. Trickles of semen leaked from the corners of her mouth, slimy white trails going down her chest and breaking at her swollen abdomen. One hand cradled it, the other mindlessly groping between her two rows of tits.

“You know, tentacles would probably be a good idea,” Rachel said. Of everyone, she was the only other still mostly lucid, either from sheer willpower, or the excitement at being alone with Carmen. The latter sounded more appealing.

“Really?” Mary asked.

“Yeah, get a bunch of tentacles, then you can fuck them both and maybe try some bondage. Hell, make them long enough and you could push all the way through. From ass to mouth or vice versa.”

“Oh god,” Dakota said. She hacked up the cum stuffing her throat, “Please do that. Sounds so hot.”

“What about me getting bigger?” Ashley asked.

“Bigger how?” Carmen asked, eyeing the futa’s chest with unconcealed lust.

“These,” Ashley hefted her slowly re-hardening nipples, then her ‘normal’ dick, “And this.”

“How much?” Carmen grinned, glancing at Zoey, who was curled up with her own member, using her crash course in deep-throating to suck it. Ashley’s gaze followed hers.

“Just big,” she said, sharing her grin.

“No problem,” Carmen said and picked up the Futa Note, “Looking forward to the results.” With that, she carried the book and Rachel upstairs, intent on removing all distraction as she finally - after dealing with Gretchen and her own foolish issues - truly reunited with her.

Chapter 46 - Downstairs Orgy

“So… thoughts on what just happened?” Mary asked the others. Her girlfriends sat on the floor with her, leaning against one another, while Zoey slouched off to the side and Leah lounged about on the love seat. With an ass like hers, it took up most of the space. She’d thought it was an incredible feat of human growth, but now it was likely because of that Futa Note Carmen told them about. As was all their cocks and her and Ashley’s massive tits.

Zoey shrugged at her question. Her eyes were downcast, fixated upon her newly enlarged cock that rested half on the floor thanks to her bloated nutsack. Among their group, she had the biggest member now, though how long that would last was up to Carmen. One girl… futa, she corrected herself, had total power over them. On a whim, she could make them into mindless sex slaves. Or mannequins to be displayed at her pleasure.

“It’s crazy,” Dakota said, rubbing at her ears, which flicked at her attention, “I really do remember always being like this, but also not.”

“What timeline do you prefer?” Ashley asked.

“Hmm,” Dakota fell into pensive silence, finger tapping on her chin as she laid down with her head on Mary’s lap, vision filling with the second-largest breasts in the room, “Well, in one history, it’s because of my body that you two became so important to me. You accepted me for what I am.”

“Even if you had pig ears, I’d love you,” Mary said, then reached down to stroke the dog-futa’s stomach, still rounded out from Carmen’s loads.

“What about you?”

“Oh, you mean the timeline where I was a bitch to just about everyone, didn’t know I was gay, or at least bi, and made Ashley pay for my implants while I harboured feelings that I’d never have acted upon? Yeah, nah, I prefer the one where I get with you both.”

“Such a sweetheart,” Ashley chuckled and kissed her cheek, “What is our relationship now anyway?”

“Hmm?” Dakota quirked a brow at her.

“Well, I mean, we’re girlfriends, right? Or futa-friends, whatever. But we’re definitely gonna be fucking other people… by which I mean Carmen. So what’s the deal with us?”

“Ever heard of an ‘open-relationship’? Besides, I think we all know that none of us would turn down fucking Carmen,” Mary said, to which everyone mumbled and nodded their agreement. The curator of all their fates was something else entirely, unbound by societal norms. Anyone that refused her must have a screw loose.

“Someone’s thinking about her,” Dakota teased as the blonde’s cock nudged her aside.

“Says you,” Mary said, pointing out the pair of dog-cocks rising high. Beside them, Ashley’s nipples extended further by the second, while on the floor their personal Amazon stared at her own rising pillar, coated in fat veins. Her powerful blood flow made it bulge in odd places, befitting her muscular appearance. It must feel incredible in a pussy. Leah groped herself and gushed milk on her member.

“Seriously?” Zoey groaned, “We just start thinking about her and this happens?”

“Are you complaining?”

“No… not really… it’s just… she has all that power over us. Doesn’t that bother you?”

Mary shrugged, “Not really. It kind of turns me on actually. She could do whatever she wants with me.”

“Make us suck her dicks until we’re so full of cum we can’t move,” Ashley said, moving a hand to her dick-nipple.

“Pose and freeze us so she can fuck us whenever she wants without any questions,” Dakota added and nuzzled into Mary’s cock, sniffing out the crux where scrotum met penis and most sweat gathered.

“Make me her personal dairy cow and breed me. Keep me in her barn, just lazin’ around until it’s time for milkin’ or fuckin’ or birthin’,” Leah moaned, her nipples - all twenty-four of them - gushed milk onto and around her.

“Can we even get pregnant?” Dakota asked, hand flying to her inflated belly, Carmen’s recent load still fresh in her stomach and womb. Everyone did the same, then looked upstairs and back at each other, the same thought in Mary’s head gleaming in all their eyes.

“I’m cumming!” Rachel’s voice announced from above, the sound proofing in the house only muffling so much.

Dakota jumped from the shout, earning a giggle from the others.

“Hey, so not to be awkward or anything, but I’m feeling pretty full over here. Anyone want a drink before I spray it all down the drain? We’re pretty much out of bottles,” Leah asked. Her nipples were faucets at that moment, even the ones without attention maintained their flow, those her fingers pulled on gushed halfway across the room to splash against Mary’s foot. The sight dried out her throat. She and her girlfriends stood to take care of it, only for her and Ashley to waver and fall back to the cushions.

“You two alright?” Dakota asked, then gasped and backed up, a lopsided smirk on her face as her cocks twitched. A long rope of pussy juice hung between her legs, opaque from the mix of semen oozing out. Pre-cum dripped from her members, each a brilliant crimson and already swelling at the bases.

Mary groped at her crotch, hips writhing as the sensation of change overcame her, the memory fresh in her mind. All four of her breasts jiggled with her rapid breaths, every little wisp of air a rough tongue across the nipples, while her crotch boiled over against her hands. Her cock was large before, bigger than any guy she’d been with, but she felt it fattening to obscene levels. It surpassed her arm, then a two litre bottle. In under a minute, it matched Ashley’s thighs and still grew.

The futa at her side writhed in similar patterns, yet her hands just stroked at her crotch-member. Each jerk was longer than the last, showing off just how big she was getting, while her dick nipples followed its lead and extended further. They were large before, especially for their location, but quickly infringed on egregiously lewd. What felt like fat fingers curling around her hand brought Mary’s attention back to her own member.

“Oh god,” she groaned at the sight of not one or two, even three separate cocks spawning from her groin, but six of them. Each was fatter than her original member and kept expanding, chunkier and longer and more prehensile. She released her collection and watched as they twined between her fingers until they were too big, then they coiled along her arms and breasts, “Fuck, these things are good. It’s like giving and having a tit fuck.”

“That’s literally what you’re doing,” Dakota said, jerking herself to the sight. Leah came to stand with her, doing the same, before pulling the less endowed futa to a breast. They watched from the side of their eyes as Ashley leaned into Mary, whose cocks left her to coil around the new behemoth on the scene. Two tendrils for each cock, spiralling around and stroking them as both their moans burgeoned. Still both futanari grew.

“So fucking horny,” Mary groaned, tugging her bigger chested lover into a kiss, as if she’d die without her tongue in her mouth. Of course, to suit their new phalli, their balls grew in size and number. While the blonde’s only gained an inch at most, their amount doubled, again and once more. Two more larger shapes filled their centre. A combined eighteen testicles supplied an endless river of pre to her restless tentacles.

Ashley, meanwhile, didn’t gain any new additions. Hers simply grew fatter and fatter and fatter still. Past the size of honeydews and soccer balls, they slowed at basketballs, then stopped a few inches larger. Her breasts, meanwhile, had no such concerns. Despite her earlier relief, they filled out, rising and spreading like dough. Blue veins spread across them as her areolae darkened to resemble a pregnant woman’s chest, only on a whole other scale. It was almost a minute before they stopped.

Each breast was enough to cover her entire torso. As she leaned deeper into the kiss with Mary, they filled both their laps, the blonde’s tendrils coiling around them as they finished growing in. The two parted, a bridge of spit between them, and looked to Dakota, whose belly had already bloated further from Leah’s boundless milk. Both their shafts were turgid, pulsating and spitting pre.

“What’re you just watching for? Come on,” Ashley said.

“What about you, Zoey?” Mary asked the athlete, who hadn’t moved from her place, staring wide eyed at them with an erection now daunted by Ashley’s own.

“I’m good here.”

“Come on,” Mary whined, unravelling her many tendrils to wave them in front of her much taller friend, “My little friends wanna play.”

“I’m good,” Zoey repeated, looking away.

“Okay,” Mary sighed, her mood temporarily soured, until Ashley’s cock smacked her in the face, rubbing a trail of musky pre-cum on her cheek, “Hello there. How’re we doing this?”

“We’ve got twelve dicks, four pussies, assholes and mouths between us,” Dakota pondered, even as she grabbed a tendril and suckled on the fat head, “Works out pretty well.”

“I’ve got another idea,” Ashley said and grabbed onto a pair of Mary’s cocks, yanking on them. Despite the harsh action, the blonde only moaned and gawked at her lengths extending well beyond their apparent limit, “Like I thought. Mary, get them all in my ass.”

“All of them?”

“That’s what I said,” Ashley straddled her, resting her full weight upon the lighter futa and grinding her plush ass into her balls, “And keep stretching them in me. Don’t stop until I say.”

“Where’d this come from?” Mary asked, only to be smacked on each cheek by her lover’s nipples, before they aimed at her lips and shoved inside.

“You talk too much. Do it,” Ashley growled, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart and make a bigger target. With a startled moan, Mary felt around with her pricks, then sent them storming into the biggest futa’s rear. She grunted from the penetration, but kept her place, taking every inch that never seemed to end, “Good. Now we’re going to the floor. Don’t let a single inch out.”

“Hmm,” Mary nodded, sucking like the expert she was, even if it was on a pair of two-foot cocks that tested her throat just with the heads inside. They sank to the floor, where Ashley suddenly hugged the blonde tight, cramming every inch of her dick-nipples down Mary’s gullet, before yanking them back. Swathes of thick saliva glistened on the members and connected them. She turned around on all fours to present herself, then looked to the pair still watching them.

“Dakota, fuck this bitch. Leah, I bet you’re just as thirsty as I am.”

“Uh huh,” Leah nodded, while Dakota yipped and ran to Mary’s back, falling to her knees to angle her cocks right, before she rammed them inside each hole. Of the four, she was the smallest, though her girth made up for it. As did the supernatural tightness of Mary’s holes, allowing her to feel the slightest shift in shape and movement. The half-bloated knots squelched inside and a pointed tip nuzzled her cervix. Pre-cum gushed from them and lubricated the paths. Between the flow and Mary’s unbridled wetness, she went from zero to a hundred in seconds.

Between the vicious crack of hips on hips, Ashley and Leah’s gulps were heard. The cowgirl laid on her back, throat bulging just as Mary’s briefly had, while her own nipples were abused. Four breasts were crowded around Ashley’s lips, cheeks convex as she  inhaled whole ounces of milk every second. Already, her pudgy belly sank lower. Her dairy feast stopped when she popped free.

“You stopped moving,” Ashley snarled at Mary, then nodded to Dakota, who slammed her hard enough for the sound to echo and force a scream from her lips. In response, the blonde clenched all the new muscles in her loins, sending her tendrils surging through Ashley’s insides. She didn’t know how deep, only that they were following a winding path.

“Good,” Ashley moaned, lowering her torso to rub her belly into her thighs and Leah’s head, “Ooh, I can feel them squirming around from outside my tummy. Keep going, bitch.”

“Okay,” Mary gasped. Dakota’s hands latched onto her tits, sinking straight through the natural layers and groping her implants. Even so, they leapt from every thrust that reddened her ass. Would that Futa Note stop bruising? She hoped it wouldn’t, this was an experience to remember. Every foot of her tentacles were squeezed on all sides, they passed over bumps, squeezed their way through tighter passages, until finally they came to an open space and filled it. Mary couldn’t gather her thoughts enough to think just where they were.

Between Ashley’s demand for more and the rabid pounding behind her, there was only enough room in her mind for pleasure. She held onto the plumper futa’s hips, flush against her own as Dakota’s twin shafts slammed her over and over. Every staccato moan was punctuated by the clapping of flesh, intermixed with the lower two’s gulps, which stopped as she found a new, tight passage to climb. Ashley twisted around to look at her, chest bulging between her tits.

“Good girl. Keep going and don’t stop. Leah, come and kiss me.”

What a different side to her, Mary thought. In all their past trysts together, so matter how passionate, Ashley was more docile, happy to let others take charge for the sake of her own pleasure, yet now she was commanding them all. Except one. Zoey still watched them, a reluctant hand on her second-place cock.

“You sure you don’t want in, Zoey?” Dakota asked, each word separated by her thrusts, “My cunt and ass-pussy are still covered in Carmen’s gooey jizz if you want some.”

Zoey licked her lips, then shook her head and glanced upstairs, “I, uh… sorry, I need to talk to Carmen. Maybe another time.” She got up and strode to the stairs, too fast to be a simple ‘talk’, especially with her cock hard enough to stand at a forty-five degree angle. Faint sounds thudded from above them, a constant beat that kept them in time.

“Come here,” Ashley said and pulled Leah to her lips, their similarly mammoth busts mashed together, spilling entire feet to either side. Gags tore through Ashley’s throat, but she didn’t pull away, instead she tightened her grip as Mary followed her orders and pushed deeper. Leah’s eyes popped open, then drifted shut as her cheeks bulged. A familiar, writhing pattern flowed down her throat.

Now accustomed to the stretching, Mary’s cocks surged faster. They really had no end it seemed. She ground into her lovers, back and forth between them, resting her weight on the softest ass she knew, before her own cheeks depressed against Dakota’s primal thrusts. Each cycle dragged on her holes, the knots gradually inflated to stretch her, as if to pull her insides into the open, before they crammed them back in. Dakota’s hands went to her nipples and pulled.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mary grunted with every push, which sent her tendrils deeper into uncharted territory, a ceaseless, winding system of wet tunnels. What awaited at their end, she had no idea, only aware of the sensations around and within her. They did feel different around her upper lengths, a bit looser, but tighter in places, like a pussy clenching in surprise. Like she’d moved into a different person.

Then, finally, she felt air on her glans. What did that mean? Dakota halted at her deepest thrust, almost enough to push through Mary’s cervix, and looked down. After catching her breath, Mary did the same, whole body throbbing from the encroaching bliss.

“What’s… hap... ‘ning,” she rasped.

“You went all the way through them,” Dakota said, cocks leaping inside the blonde and startling a cry from her. She leaned into Mary’s ear and flicked her tongue along the lobe, “There’s six cocks with nothing to do, and two pussies just aching to get fucked. What’re you gonna do?”

“Pussy… cock…” Mary repeated the words over, her tendrils following the ‘command’. Two dove straight into the nearest snatch; Leah’s, who gave a muffled cry, lips coming away from Ashley’s to reveal a flesh-coloured bridge between them. The larger futa leered back at Mary and shook her head, then her hips. Nodding, the blonde retracted her members, then focused four of them on Ashley’s cunt instead and jammed inside. To compensate the cow-futa below, Ashley reared back and aimed her three-foot pillar.

Muffled shrieks vibrated across parts of Mary’s cocks as her lover shoved her cock in with all her weight behind it. Leah wrapped her arms around the plumper futa and reignited their kiss, while Mary moved her two leftover members between them to wrap their lengths around tits as large as the woman that possessed them. Where were Ashley’s dick-nipples?

Leah gave another scream, arms going limp. Whatever happened it was too much for her, though her anus didn’t relax at all, nor did her pussy as it slurped and squelched and marinated everything in reach with its squirt. Dakota renewed her thrusts as well, creating a train of debauchery. As she rammed home in Mary’s ass and cunt, it sent her hips forward and into Ashley’s raised cheeks, which slammed back into Leah and prolonged the squirting. Lips found Mary’s as they rutted together, each moaning louder by the second.

“I’m gonna cum,” Dakota moaned into her mouth. Their shared lover grunted the same sentiment, while Mary struggled just to string two words together.

“Do it.” There was so much. She’d fucked both futanari before, but that was just a single, foot-long cock, now she had dozens, perhaps hundreds of feet. And six of them at that! All inside two people, gripped by places untouched by human sexes. Without Carmen, it would be impossible. Without Carmen they’d never have gotten together. It was all Carmen’s doing.

It was their goddess’s will that they fuck and celebrate unnatural pleasures only they could experience.

“Cumming! I’m cumming! Oh god! Oh GOD! FUUUUUCK!” Mary wailed, louder and louder until her voice choked off, throat no less tense. All her testicles bloated, veins burst to life around her scrotum, and bundles of semen raced through her lengths. Dakota grabbed onto her hips and abandoned rhythm, rutting her until she too cried out and her knots fully engorged. Not far behind, Ashley’s legs gave out and she fell to her side, taking Leah with her. Over a foot of her cock slid out, then got caught on something. She rammed it back in without delay.

Both the futanari’s guts protruded in obscene, lumpy shapes as Mary’s orgasm surged through. Leah’s soon smoothed out as Ashley unleashed her climax, a torrent of semen that swelled her womb to the size of a full-term pregnancy in seconds. What caught Mary’s frayed attention was the growth of Leah’s lowest row of tits, which seemed almost attached to Ashley. That’s where her nipples were! Mary slouched against Dakota, who pumped her own, ‘meagre’ load into her ass and pussy.

It took a whole minute before Mary’s semen erupted. With four cocks inside her, Ashley’s stomach filled out to match Leah, while both their chests received several layers from the two outside tendrils . As all eighteen of Mary’s testes emptied themselves, she slid down to join her lover. Dakota followed, rubbing the dregs of her orgasm into the blonde’s rump.

“This is so fucking hot,” Dakota said, the only one still lucid enough for sentences as she watched Mary’s tentacles recede. The sight kept her hard, while the pleasure of metres, upon metres of cock racing back out fuelled Leah and Ashley’s lusts. Rivers of cum leaked past the seal of Leah’s nipples around the cocks inside them, while milk gushed from the upper rows.

“Guess Carmen expected something like this,” Dakota mused, stroking Mary’s hair as she slowly recovered. Hoarse screams reverberated through the ceiling, a new voice among them. Zoey’s ‘talk’ was going well.

“What next?” Mary asked once her cocks were completely out. Their base length looked to be a couple feet, matched by a girth on pair with her wrists. Any futa would be proud to have one, but six just made it perfect. She curled them around her quartet of breasts, before Dakota climbed on top to squeeze their matching sets together.

“Oh, they feel so weird. But the good kind,” Dakota said as they slithered all over her tits.

“Sounds like they won’t be done for a while,” Ashley noted, as the cries from upstairs persisted.

“Let’s keep going,” Leah said and nudged Dakota aside as she straddled Mary, puffing out her chest. Even so, it didn’t match her jiggly stomach, which oozed semen onto the blonde’s legs, “I’ve got six nipple-cunts that need fuckin’ and fillin’.”

“I think Mary needs a filling more than you,” Ashley said, fingers tracing Mary’s flat stomach. The others all sported fecund bellies, each more suitable for a woman carrying multiples, making her the smallest. She looked to Ashley’s monster dick and, almost unbidden, her legs spread wide. Globs of Dakota’s semen drooled out her gaped holes.

“Yes please,” Mary said, “Make me too big to move.”

Ashley smirked and grabbed a set of her tendrils, curling toward her own core, “Then you’d better help out.”

Chapter 48 - Since The Fire

“Here you go!” Stacy chirped and set the steaming cup in front of her latest admirer. He said his thanks, eyes ogling her chest, then her rear as she walked on. Everyone did it. She didn’t blame them, after all she had more curves than her co-workers, though Mel wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Maybe ask her out sometime, Stacy thought, but pushed it down in an acidic pit. No dating co-workers. It’d just remind her of everything.

But she never forgot. Everyday, she regretted taking that deal, stared at her phone for minutes at a time pining for a call or a text saying she was free, yet it never came. Nothing did. Those suits hadn’t contacted her in weeks either, not that they cared. Who did?

“Everything alright?” Mel asked.

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

“You’re frowning.”

“Oh, sorry,” Stacy said and made a show of wiping her face, the scowl coming off on her hand, “All better.”

Mel chuckled and rolled her eyes, “You’re allowed to frown once in a while. We’re waitresses, our job sucks. No one expects a smile 24/7.”

“Thanks, but that’s how I do things. Service with a smile can improve someone’s day.”

“Or they snap at you for it.”

“Hmm…” Stacy knew who she referred to. It was that awful blonde girl that frequented the café, always scantly clad, with big, rotund boobs faker than her hair and an attitude like highly-condensed saccharin mixed with cobra venom. There was no better description for the appearance that, from afar, Stacy otherwise enjoyed, juxtaposed by a personality so bratty that she was tempted to slap her. She never slapped anyone! Even the bullies way back in school that would take her lunch, or rip her clothes and make her do jumping jacks because her belly jiggled. Some people were just worse.

This girl didn’t have any better case. There was something about the way she looked at Stacy, like she knew everything in her personal life and took glee from its dismal mediocrity. Of course, the fact that even the slightest imperfection in her order was met by poison, including a remark about Stacy using her breast milk for the coffee. She didn’t deserve it, not one drop.

Not that Stacy did much with it anymore. The last time she mixed her own milk into an order was simultaneously her brightest day in weeks, and the rebirth of a dark cloud in her mind. That was when Carmen showed up, accompanied by a cute redhead. Watching her drink her milk again, even if from afar, renewed all her memories. All those evenings working side by side, then the nights, few as they were, spent feeling the love of another.

Which just made her new life all the lonelier. She had Mel to talk with, the others weren’t bad either, yet none of them made work seem like a hobby anymore. At Sooth the Soul, she didn’t glance at the clock - too busy stealing looks at Carmen’s figure - and those breaks were so precious - because of Carmen - that she cherished it all.

“You’re frowning again,” Mel said.

Stacy didn’t try clearing it up. Her body felt heavy, “I’m taking my break, is that okay?”

“Sure. We’re not that busy right now.”

It was worse than yesterday, but this reoccurred without fail. Something, the smallest reminder, and all she thought of was Carmen. Carmen, Carmen, Carmen… then resentment toward those people that forced them apart filtered in. The hardest part was the arousal. It made identifying feelings harder when thinking of her ex-girlfriend made her horny.

Not to mention the constant urge to masturbate while at work. That wasn’t the reason for taking her break, since it was futile anyway. Nothing since that night made her cum. Maybe that explained her frequent binges. She had good money from the insurance, enough that with her job she could live comfortably for many, many years, which meant extra food budget. Without her own shop, there was nothing to captivate her. So she ate.

And that showed. Stacy pulled on her bra straps, which bit deep into her shoulders, its cups too small and under prepared for her leakage. Fortunately, half her weight gain bypassed her stomach in favour of her hips and bust. She’d gone up four cup sizes since the fire and none of her old pants fit. She could try a skirt, but none covered much past her butt cheeks, and she only wore them for special occasions. They were more for a partner’s sake, easy access. She wore one to work and, when it slowed down enough, Carmen snuck a finger underneath. The door to the break room opened and startled her.

Moisture spread from her nipples. Less obvious to observers, but just as prevalent to her, a musky dampness pooled between her thighs. Frustration didn’t begin to comprehend her needs. This was her life now.

She reheated leftovers from last night and grabbed a muffin, burying her desires in calories. Good thing her scales broke last month, she’d already gained ten pounds by then and her habits were only worsening. There was still so long left in the day, or it felt that way, despite only being a couple more hours for her shift. As she ate, she wiped at her top until the stains were unnoticeable.

“I gotta get it together,” Stacy sighed. It was obvious Carmen had moved on, but that was youth, they had new relationships every other week. Not that Carmen was like that at all. If not for that fire, they’d have gone to that cabin, performed sapphic rituals only for their enjoyment and continued even when they returned. No, if she kept thinking of what could’ve been, she’d cry. Tears of frustration and loss hurt more than she cared to admit.

Her break finished and she returned to work. That unruly girl with the fake boobs was back, her expression sour, and none of the other servers ventured anywhere near her. Stacy breathed deep and forced a smile, a practice she’d grown used to lately.

“Hello, has your order been taken?”

“You took your fucking time, fat ass. Get me a latte, extra foam, and a cranberry muffin. A good one, not that shit from last time.”

“Okay,” Stacy said, jotting it down in her little pad, “Anything else?”

“No, I would’ve said if there was, stupid cunt. Fuck, why’d I even bother getting that place burned down?”

Stacy flinched. Was this girl an arsonist? Should she call the police? No, couldn’t be, it was just a video game or something. Teens got so obsessed sometimes.

“I mean, you’re still smiling like everything’s all sunshine and fucking rainbows. Should’ve locked you inside. That would’ve shown her.”

There was no phone or earpiece in sight. She was talking to Stacy, as if she knew about the fire. As if she caused it.

“What do you mean?” Stacy asked, smile faltering.

The blonde smirked, “Guess you’ve got fat for brains too. Figure it out, fatty.”

“Did you burn my shop down?” It was the only question on her mind and it slipped out. She didn’t want to accuse someone, especially when they were clearly confused about what they wanted in life. It took a special person to get implants so young.

“Not personally. But maybe I should’ve. Carmen would’ve punched me instead, then I’d never have to see her again. And what the fuck happened to the others? Fucking cunts all started munching that bitch’s carpet. Can you believe that? Some people, am I right?”

“And those guys in suits?”

“Hmm? Don’t know what you’re talking about. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. What? Did they make you guys break up? Hah! Oh that… that’s perfect!” The blonde chortled.

“I could’ve died.”

“So?”

“I…” Stacy backed away. That urge to attack this  sociopath coursed through her muscles and mind, envisioning that surgically perfect face bloodied and bruised.

“Fuck, you’re so worthless. Get me my order, cow tits.”

Stacy hurried back to the counter, away from the potential murder scene. It was her! ‘How’ didn’t even cross her mind, only that it was undoubtedly because of this blonde… this bitch that Carmen was forced from her. That she was forced to ignore the calls and messages, to run away at the slightest glimpse in public, that she couldn’t even say more than a few words when she came in not long ago. Not only that, but Stacy’s business, her years of work… up in smoke.

“You okay?” Mel asked, “Stacy?”

“I’m fine,” Stacy mumbled, “I’m leaving early. Sorry.”

“No worries. Get some rest, alright?”

Stacy nodded and went to change. If she stayed, then she might kill someone. Instead, she returned home and laid on her bed, numb after the revelation, unsure if she wanted to cry or break something or suffocate the feelings in food. In the end, her appetite won out and she followed every nineties’ rom-com cliché, shovelling ice cream down her throat until it froze her very thoughts. Once out, she finally cried herself to sleep.

The following days were better. The blonde didn’t show up and Stacy proceeded about her day on auto-pilot, unthinking, unfeeling, just smiling and talking. Summer was in full force, but the heat didn’t bother her. The chill in her blood was still there, perpetually cooling her from within. So it went for weeks. Less teenagers appeared as schools resumed and business slowed enough for small talk between waitresses. Stacy didn’t participate much.

A few weeks crept by in that monotonous pace that she numbly disdained, until a new wave of misery washed over her. Hell itself had finally invaded Earth, though it was only in the form of a sight she would gladly erase from her memory if given the chance. That despicable girl walked along, confident and unbidden by society’s dress code as ever, but someone accompanied her this time, just as underdressed and even more familiar; Carmen. Did things not work with the cute redhead? Was she into the fake look of the blonde?

Why was she with someone like that?

“God, they should cover up,” Mel said.

“Yeah,” Stacy murmured and cleared a vacant table, her expression just as empty. Carmen didn’t know. She couldn’t, otherwise there’d be no chance she’d even glance at the blonde with anything more than disgust. God, she was gorgeous though. Carmen never dressed so provocatively before, but now it showed off all that noble skin and pushed her beautiful curves to the forefront. Even the bulge between her legs was pronounced.

Bulge? Carmen didn’t… no, that’s right. Carmen had confided in her when they got together that she was also unusual, a futanari, born with both genitals. It was part of why they bonded so well, each different and wonderful.

Now she showed it off for all to see. That didn’t irk Stacy, but the idea of that blonde slut even feeling her love’s former secret had steam rising from her skin. A glass shattered in her hand, cold fluid trickled down it. She looked and found streams of blood gushing from her palm, embedded with shards.

“Oh my god, Stacy, are you alright? Come on, let’s get that looked at.”

“It’s fine,” Stacy said. It didn’t hurt. Or maybe it did and she was too caught up in her own mind to process it?

“Matt, clean up the mess for me. Thanks.” Mel guided the emotionally destitute woman into the back and pulled each shard out. Luckily, there were no small pieces, so it went smoothly. She wiped at the blood, disinfected the wound and bandaged it.

“You’re good at that,” Stacy noted.

“Yeah, well, I was trying to be a doctor, but didn’t have the money. A few more years and I’ll be set,” Mel said.

“Isn’t it a little late?”

“Hey, thirty’s the new twenty-eight.”

“I know someone like you,” Stacy reminisced, the sting from her hand finally came to light, “She used to work for me. Brilliant girl, but she didn’t have much money. Saved my business more than once.”

“She sounds nice.”

Stacy looked at her co-worker. Mel didn’t have the raw sensuality Carmen did, but her plump body had plenty of curve to it, and her freckles were cute, especially on her round cheeks. In thirty years time, she’d have the perfect, kindly grandmother appearance, the sort that had cookies baked right before family showed up.

“Hey,” Stacy said, getting her attention, “Are you… um… would you be up for getting a drink tonight? Together?”

Mel blushed, “Yeah, sure.”

It went well. Stacy hadn’t drunk alcohol in years, not since she started using her milk for her coffee blends, but that wasn’t an issue now. As the buzz got in her head, she rejoiced in blissful ignorance of all her problems and focused on Mel, who joined her back home after the bar closed. They had more drinks and things turned hazy, but Stacy didn’t need a clear memory to know what happened when she woke up the next morning.

“Hi,” Mel groaned, sitting up. Her hair was a tangled mess of curls, and dried splashes covered her face. No doubt, things had escalated last night, though she didn’t seem put off by it. As for Stacy, she still tasted pussy on her tongue, along with a bittersweet, but creamy flavour, “You’re incredible.”

“I don’t even remember it,” Stacy groaned, rubbing at her head, which throbbed from its first hangover in nearly a decade.

“Yeah, you got drunk pretty quick,” Mel chuckled and stretched, then collapsed back on the bed, “Maybe I overdid it too.”

“Wanna call in sick?”

“Yes please.”

If Carmen could move onto someone like that girl, then Stacy should too. Of course, Mel was nothing like the blonde. Courteous, thoughtful, and her sometimes foul mouth was often preoccupied with other things. The milk didn’t perturb her, in fact, like Carmen, she enjoyed it greatly. As the days turned to weeks, Stacy woke in bed with her co-worker more and more. Sometimes with a hangover, other times just the simple frustration of failing to cum again. She faked it for Mel’s sake, and she was wet enough to get away with it, but that was just obfuscating the issue; no relationship could be built on lies.

She’d come clean eventually. For now, she craved the distraction, which Mel provided in droves. Stacy hadn’t seen Carmen or that bitch either, which made it easy to put them from her mind most days, others not so much as all she could think of were how much better she was for Carmen. There was no way that blonde skank gave her the same satisfaction.

It always came back to Carmen. Even on a break with Mel in the restroom, her new lover drinking her dry to avoid anymore leaks, all Stacy thought of was how much better Carmen was. There was just something about her tongue, her lips, her hands, her… it was embarrassing to think that, at her age, Stacy was hopelessly enamoured with the one thing she couldn’t have. Like a celebrity crush, except one that she had once fulfilled.

Some nights she just stared at her phone in hopes of a call. That night saw her doing so, naked and waiting for her bath to reach its perfect temperature before she went out with Mel, phone in hand and Carmen’s contact staring her in the face. Still no contact from the people keeping them apart. Was the condition lifted? Did they think she’d slip up and they could take back all the hush money?

Ridiculous. Everything since then seemed that way. From the shadows keeping them from reuniting, to the fact a stupid teenage brat was the cause, and worsened only by Carmen being with said brat. Why couldn’t she just forget and move on? Carmen did. Twice now.

“Act your age,” Stacy said to her phone, focusing on her reflection in its screen, “You’re the adult. Carmen’s still young. She’s figuring stuff out. You know who you are and what you want.”

The affirmations did nothing. She tossed it aside, intent on bathing the troubles away, then drowning them in wine and food later. Nothing killed them, just slowed them down. There was only one thing that would bury them so deep they never returned, but she didn’t dare, lest Carmen be endangered. Misery was her burden to bear.

Her ringtone rang out as her toe touched the water, “Hello?!” Stacy shouted, not even checking the ID.

“Hi, Stacy. Can I come over? We need to talk.”

Chapter 50 - Always Room to Grow

Carmen wasn’t one to boast. Those that misconstrued facts as bravado would be proven wrong, swift as possible. She saw that expression in the futanari laid before her, each with one leg high and pushing into their bloated middles, and their holes stretched by her. Memories of the strip club filtered in, of her boundless lust, moving from one group to the next and leaving them dribbling messes of cum. For all the orgasms and enjoyment since entering Rachel’s house, she hadn’t reached that limit yet. Far from it.

But she’d get there now. Both futanari were challenging her, even if they didn’t say anything, their eyes doubted her ability. Carmen licked her lips, heat pouring into her gaze, and pushed deeper. She twisted her fist as more of her forearm vanished into Rachel, whose walls collapsed on her from all sides, unfettered by the fact it wasn’t a cock. Both shuddered, eyes rolling as she exhausted all her lengths.

“Ready or not,” Carmen chuckled and chose a soft rhythm, sliding to and fro in her lovers. They cooed and moaned, kissing in a similarly lazy pace, but that was the intention. Little by little, as the orifices squeezed harder and the moans saturated the space, Carmen sped up. Almost imperceptible increases, but present nonetheless.

“Fist so deep,” Rachel groaned, rocking her hips to the punches that reached all the way to her cervix.

“Hmm, her cock too,” Zoey said. They didn’t sound impressed, closer to disappointed after Carmen’s claim. It was too slow after all, she thought and forewent the crescendo, skipping to the flurry of notes on her two instruments.

“Holy fuuuuuck!” Rachel wailed as her anus opened and closed between blinks. Her pussy met the same fate. Carmen yanked her entire arm out, before slamming it home in the next instant. The force of each thrust echoed through the rest of Rachel, every curve jiggling as if to welcome the next shove. Opposite her at eight-feet tall, Zoey couldn’t even speak. Carmen was a blur, her own tits flying high and clapping together, while her belly rippled and dumped its contents as her muscles worked harder. This was retribution for being underestimated.

“I’m… gonna cum,” Zoey sputtered through grit teeth, veins popping across her frame as she fought the ecstasy. Sweat cascaded across her skin, pooling between her tits and following the little rivers of veins along her belly. Her cock flung long ribbons of pre-cum with the brutal pace. Carmen’s hand appeared on her chest, the other going to Rachel’s, and groped. Electricity dripped from her fingertips, the other futanari like circuits. Rachel’s face contorted into a live form of the hentai she frequently showed Carmen, eyes rolling and crossing, tongue flopping out and a delirious grin, even tears gushed down her cheeks.

Zoey wasn’t so expressive. She grit her teeth, grunting asynchronously with Carmen’s hips, pussy foaming from the rapid-fire tempo. It wasn’t just speed on the more endowed futa’s side, but power. It wasn’t hard to understand either, as she reared back almost two feet at a time, then used that length to gather momentum. Each thrust was a crack of lightning followed by the thunder of skin on skin.

Not only that, but the tingling in her fingers was everywhere now. She wasn’t sure in her focus on the two, but the air itself seemed thicker, rich with static yet humid like a swamp. Of course, its fragrance was like liquid sex evaporated for their enjoyment. Carmen couldn’t guess at her speed, however it was enough for even her to work up a sweat, and yet she still processed every movement. Not just the protrusion of her horse cock in Zoey’s abdomen as it arched along with her shape, but the slap of their tits on bellies and the rise and fall of tendons in their throats as they screamed and the ropes of cum from their cocks. All while she worked their cunts into foaming caverns.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Zoey shouted.

“What?” Carmen asked, coming to a standstill with her cocks fully buried inside them and her arm elbow-deep in Rachel.

“Can’t take… much more,” Zoey said.

“Okay.” Carmen pulled out, eliciting a sharper moan from the pair. They weren’t fucking for that long, were they?

“Oh my god,” Rachel gasped and flopped onto her back, fingers twitching as if to touch herself, but then thought better of it. Her cocks twitched, volleys of jizz arching forth despite the action ceasing. Likewise, Zoey’s member drooled enough to glaze her balls, “Carmen, you… I thought you were gonna fuck us to death.”

“Can’t stop cumming,” Zoey moaned and her pussy clenched, or tried to as it refused to close even an inch, but still squirted a line of leftover pre-cum.

“We barely started,” Carmen said, stroking her denied members. Were they serious about it being too much? Or was it not enough? Rachel was only receiving a fraction of her full capabilities after all, but it couldn’t be helped with only three cocks. Only? Carmen snickered at the thought. This was her life now, where possessing three cocks all over two-feet long didn’t seem like enough.

“Just give me a break.”

“Yeah, catch my breath then you can fuck it out of me again.”

“Sure,” Carmen shrugged and sat back, idly toying with her shafts as she waited. She watched them like a cat eyed its prey, secure in its victory even before striking. They knew it too. Seconds trickled by, the constant tide of cum from Rachel and Zoey acted like sand in an hourglass, and each drip dragged out forever in Carmen’s mind. Stopping so suddenly after she actually put her all into it was like plugging a dam with duct tape, a tenuous pause at best, one that slipped each time her cocks throbbed. Despite that, neither of her lover’s seemed eager to continue.

“You know, you can rest and pleasure me,” Carmen said and lunged forward to pull them both down into her crotch.

“The air’s so thick here,” Rachel murmured, eyes crossing.

“Can barely breathe,” Zoey said, though neither pulled away.

Carmen’s members twitched and smacked their cheeks. Like the most persuasive debater, they silenced all doubt and convinced the two back to work, their lips falling open, noses flared to take in rabid breaths even as they licked and kissed up and down Carmen’s lengths. Both took on the horse cock, nursing on veins. Rachel sank lower and dug her tongue into the sheath, deeper until her nose was practically mashed against it. When she withdrew for air, half her face was covered in slimy residue.

“It stinks so good,” Rachel giggled drunkenly and rubbed it into her skin, “Hmm, there’s more here.” She hunched over and buried her face in Carmen’s balls, hugging them as she snorted the sweat off the tight skin. Zoey wasn’t much better as she rubbed the cocks on every inch of skin in reach, vision unfocused except when a dick lurched from her grip. Like her fingers, Carmen’s cocks tingled with lightning and spread it elsewhere. Mere worship wasn’t enough. She needed to fuck.

“Zoey,” Carmen said, “Turn around and bend over. Rachel, eat my fucking pussy while I break her open.”

“Yes!” Both squeaked and assumed their positions, moaning as Carmen took hers. Rachel’s head vanished beneath her marvellous ass, consumed in its splendour, but her presence remained as she latched onto the juicy folds. Zoey arched her own rump high, her holes gaped like awestruck onlookers, then were plugged as Carmen reintroduced her pricks. The horse cock took the asshole this time, while her twin humans splayed the cunt open.

“That’s the stuff,” Carmen groaned and picked up where she left off. Both of Zoey’s holes were still drenched in pre-cum and her own fluids, allowing her to glide in and out at the same vicious pace. Her balls rested heavily on Rachel’s chest, crushing her tits and trapped the cocks beneath, yet the redhead only moaned in contentment as she slurped and licked and kissed and gargled on Carmen’s pussy. More of that electricity surged within Carmen, arcing from her skin and zapping the others.

Under a minute since resuming, both her lovers screamed in orgasm. Yet Carmen remained steadfast, still on the build-up to her own bliss. The wolves were no longer her pack, much too weak to help her, let alone drag her under anymore. Each clap of flesh was another mountain, its precipice was Rachel’s nibbles on her clit, but the climb was what she lived for, that being the thrust. As she drew back, Zoey’s holes unfolded with her, walls suctioned onto her shafts, then followed her back in until her pert cheeks bounced against Carmen’s crotch. But it wasn’t enough.

For as good as it felt, the experience lacked something. She wanted more. She’d promised Rachel it’d just be them, a vow already broken by Zoey’s inclusion, so she refused to drag the others into it. Then what? Carmen upped her ferocity, deaf to Rachel’s muffled cries into her pussy and Zoey’s plea for respite, focused solely on that elusive pleasure. Why didn’t this feel right anymore?

She already came multiple times, so what changed? Carmen sank her fingers deep into Zoey’s ass, moving it with her thrusts to drag out more sensation, and ground harder into her lover’s tongue. Still not enough.

“Fuck!” Carmen grunted and stood up, then moved Zoey and Rachel so their heads hung over the bed, before she crammed her human shafts down their gullets. She grabbed her horse cock and jammed it into her own mouth, groaning deep at the flavour. For another minute, she pounded their faces as she throated her inhuman prick, yet it did nothing and she pulled out. Was it the fact she couldn’t fuck them both at the same time?

Technically, she could, but only by dividing her cocks unfairly. Using a fist just didn’t compare. She needed more dicks, enough to fuck them beyond oblivion. Without error, her eyes darted to the Futa Note, just where she left it. There was no other way.

No! She’d work through this blip in her psyche. That’s all it was. Carmen remained standing as she recreated the original layout, Rachel and Zoey’s bellies mashed together, legs raised and sexes gushing for her attentions. She crammed a dick into each of their asses, but left the centre loose at first, then crammed into Rachel’s cunt. Dozens of thrusts later and she ripped it out and moved it to Zoey, fucking her just as brutally.

Their skin was covered in cum and sweat. One of Rachel’s eyes was glued shut by fem-cum, viscous like actual semen, and Zoey’s ass was bright red. Both their cunts were inflamed, swollen to several times their normal state, with clits grinding into Carmen’s horse cock as it pounded their wombs. Little cognisance remained in their expressions, but they still found the will to make out, hands melding as Carmen brutalised their bodies into orgasm after orgasm. And still it wasn’t enough.

“More, more, more. Give me more,” Carmen grunted, each word punctuated by multiple thrusts. Droplets flew off her skin with each slap of her crotch into either of theirs, rivulets glistened on her body, following the dip of her muscles and rise of her curves. That electricity sparked inside her and caught fire. She leaned forward to grope her lovers, hard enough to leave bruises in her wake.

“More, more, more,” she chanted. Half-conscious, the other two repeated it back at her, though Carmen didn’t recognise it as parroting, but as whole-hearted desire for more. Even they were disappointed in her lack of fairness.

She’d spent so much of her life dealing with it. Even people in similar situations as hers got better off, though others suffered worse, but that itself wasn’t justice either. Now she had the means to right those wrongs and she wouldn’t even use it. How selfish!

Carmen sped up, provoked by the loathsome realisation; she was a selfish cunt. No more. She’d make Rachel feel better than any human in existence, even those taken by Seikogami themselves. And the same for Zoey. The others too. Everyone.

That was her path as owner of the Futa Note; to spread pleasure even it warped people. Even if it warped her.

Without a physical catalyst, she didn’t understand what happened. Pleasure erupted throughout her body, forcing it to hold more than it should, but she had a simple solution. Carmen slowed her thrusts into languid waves, hands leaving the others to feel at herself, gasping and moaning at the peculiar sensations. Her growth since finding the book was slow, unnoticeable, and the changes at the strip club were lost in a drunken haze, however now she felt a whole new pleasure as her body filled out more.

Skin creaked and strained, then settled smoother than ever. Her nipples became pinpricks against her bellowing bosom, before filling out to stand out further, sat upon their pink thrones. Bones in her hips popped from place, then realigned even wider, padded by inches of muscle and fat. Her ass stretched out into a shelf, her legs fattened to support it, while spreading to allow her chubby pussy room to grow. Each squeeze of her muscles rubbed her ass cheeks against something new, a sensitive ring that could only be her anus.

“Keep going,” Carmen said, unsure if she, Ryuka or the book was responsible for these changes, but welcomed them all the same. Even as her cocks erupted in flame from within. They, too, grew like the rest. Unlike the other two, however, her equine mast fattened to resemble a little person in size, before splitting into thirds. Two new horse dicks identical to the last, yet her centre cock remained unique as the flames coalesced within it, leaving only embers elsewhere.

Segments spread along its mass. To all sides but the top were arched slopes approaching the head, they began at her sheath. Her medial ring had separated into nubs and multiplied across her length, each the size of a pencil eraser. Larger even than the slopes, her veins pressed out like cartoon mole tracks, visibly and audibly pulsating as her crown flared to nearly double her natural girth. Splayed out beneath the mushroom-like helmet were spines that seemed to breathe with her, spreading and flattening. The head’s only other change she saw was the softly serrated nature of its rim.

What she couldn’t see, was the yawning cum-hole, shaped like her eyes,  at its peak that covered two-thirds of the actual head. Carmen panted in the passing of her latest change and grinned; now she could fuck them. She grabbed the two new horse cocks, leaving the grotesquely lewd hybrid alone, and crammed them into both her lovers’ cunts. They jerked as she entered them, seemingly roused back to consciousness. The first thing they saw was the mammoth prick between them.

Rachel wasted no time in leaning closer, her and Zoey’s boobs squished around it, as Carmen’s rhythm resumed. Despite her excessive pre-cum, each futa’s holes gripped her like vices, the friction on her glans and shafts fuelling her bottomless lusts. Her central member, almost dragonic as its colour shifted to a dark ruby, fucked the soft crevice of her lovers’ bellies and tits. As it surged between them, they each took a turn to nurse from it.

“Oh fuck! So big!” Rachel said between her turns, “You’re ripping me apart. My pussy will never close again. Oh god, oh god, oh goddesssssssss, you’re destroying my tiny fuck-holes! Fuuuuuck! You’re gonna make me your little fuck-toy. My mind’s going blank… you’re fucking my mind to mush! All that’s left is sex and baby-making!”

Zoey didn’t have such words. Her lexicon was reduced to animalistic grunts of pleasure, though her cunt and ass spoke volumes as they clamped down on Carmen, as if to slow her down, or to challenge her, which she accepted. The bed creaked from the constant pounding against it, Carmen’s overblown sack swung against it like set of wrecking balls, slamming the wall in time with the futanari. Finally, she saw it; the peak.

With that realisation came a second wind in the midst of a hurricane. Carmen bore down on her friends, pouring all her strength behind every thrust. That electricity resurged as well, leaking from her tips, and triggered another string of blissful shrieks from the pair. Cum sprayed the wall, which chipped as Carmen fucked harder and faster, and small lakes of pussy juice spread beneath them. Rachel’s cries muffled as a thrust gagged her with the biggest cock in the house.

“Gonna cum,” Carmen said, her first words in several minutes, voice awash in euphoria. At long fucking last she would orgasm and fill these two with more seed than any mammal alive. She leaned over them and found a hand from each, gripping it tight as she slammed home. Heart-ringed and glazed over eyes met hers, each begging for the onslaught to begin. This was all just a prelude, after all, to her orgasm. All the jizz Rachel and Zoey had wasted would be returned into them ten-fold.

The hybrid-cock slipped from Rachel’s mouth as Carmen arched and roared at the ceiling. Wood cracked, the bed fell beneath them, and Carmen with it, fully burying every inch of her four cocks just as their cum pipes swelled with wads of thick, steamy ejaculate. She felt how dense the loads were, their race through her urethras more a crawl, and basked in the sensation. Carmen clenched hard to keep it from going too fast, but the others had different plans.

Rachel and Zoey, almost in sync, clamped down once more. Not only that, but their walls rippled, milked Carmen for her loads, pumping her until she finally gave in. Her other four were first to shoot, jizz by the dozens of litres saturated wombs and weaved through intestines, bloating each futa into rotund spheres the size of beach balls in seconds. The main event, of course, was her new prick.

The segments along its sides fattened with the bottom, like cum surged through them as well. Unlike the others, the ascent was swift and brutal, like a whip cracking the air. Both the other futanari arched their backs, heads flung back, throats bulging with cries beyond human ears, then flopped forward as the surge hit. Cannon fire was less intense, yet her load didn’t shatter the entire wall - only a few centimetres of brick - before Zoey clamped her mouth of it. Her cheeks bloated like her belly before she gave in, then it was Rachel’s attempt.

It ended a second later, to which the redhead pouted despite all but drowning in semen. Her disappointment was short lived as the second wave struck. Zoey reacted fast, gurgling in bliss as her cheeks and belly filled out. Already, her gut appeared fecund with octuplets, however it was only the start. She gave up again once jizz sprayed from her lips. Rachel lasted longer, using her insane elasticity to hold and swallow nearly a litre each time.

Of course, Zoey’s stomach only took so much. With litres flowing in both ends, she couldn’t handle much more and convulsed. Rachel trapped the still cumming cock between their tits and tugged the much taller futa into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, then pressed tight as a tide of viscous jizz gushed from Zoey’s mouth. It spilled from between them and onto their shared cleavage, baptising them and Carmen’s new dick as it saturated the bed sheets.

Their hips moved further and further away as their bellies filled out, pushing against one another. Not a drop escaped, perfectly plugged by Carmen’s girths and their own tightness. Rachel kept drinking Zoey’s second-hand jizz, throat bobbing with the thick loads, not even bothering to chew on the dense goo. She only separated as cum-bubbles popped from her nose. Her open maw faced Carmen, allowing her to see the gunk clinging to her gums and throat.

And on her orgasm went. Rachel’s belly surpassed her overall mass, her flesh so taut every vein, every slight deviation in their path, was obvious as they condensed around her outward navel, which rubbed against Zoey’s own. The athlete’s once tanned flesh was a ruddy tone, shiny from the sheer pressure within and without. Both their stomachs pushed up and into their breasts, almost smothering themselves in tit-flesh.

“Bigger,” Carmen grunted, flexing every muscle to force out an even thicker load. Her prime cock shuddered, its flow staggered, and lifted itself over Rachel’s face, then excreted a log of congealed cum. It landed on the redhead, but didn’t pour like the comparatively watery substance as before, instead it oozed across her face and into her mouth. She couldn’t even move it with her tongue, forced to chew with all her might just to manage it. Zoey took a bite from it, but that was her limit as well. Another dose, thinner than before, plopped between them. More followed, stacking it higher and higher.

“So thick,” Rachel slurred.

“Hard to breathe,” Zoey said, she tried exhaling through her mouth and only blew a massive bubble that popped and covered her face. With cum that thick, how many sperm must be condensed in each block? Carmen grunted once more and the flow resurged, her lover’s bellies encroaching on bathtubs in size.

It took all that for Carmen’s mind to falter. She caught herself on the mammoth stomachs, even then her cocks remained lodged inside, still cumming every millilitre her balls held. She looked up at the pair, eating their way through a meal of cum and nothing more. Even so, they moaned like it was orgasm made manifest. A final tremor passed through Carmen and the bellies she laid on swelled once more.

“Well, this is interesting.”

Carmen jerked up onto her feet, no longer atop her friends and back in her room, only the borders were blurred. Another dream, which meant the Futa Note was speaking to her again. It bounced into view, exactly as she remembered it; an eerie reflection of herself. Except not anymore. Was it smaller?

“Not exactly. Only looks that way because you got taller.”

“How?” Carmen asked, looking down at herself. The dissimilarities didn’t end at height; her body was curvier, much more so, and hanging from her crotch were quintuplets, though calling them that seemed wrong, given how they differed. The top member was a behemoth, even soft and sheathed, it reached her knees. The others were an inch away, but nowhere as thick, “What the hell happened to me?”

“I have a theory, can’t offer much else right now. This is new ground for me too. The theory is simple; you wanted this.”

“You mean I wrote it in you?”

“Don’t worry, you still haven’t changed yourself with me yet. No, this is all down to your will, and I must say, I never expected something so magnificent.”

“I wouldn’t call it that. Wait, if I enacted this change without the book, then what does that mean? Did your power transfer to me?”

“Possibly. It’s also possible that, when I merged us that teeny-bit, another unprecedented act I might add, the process never actually stopped and we’re just gradually fusing. Or, yes, you gained some of my power. It could only be a fluke. Could be that you weren’t done growing from the strip club. Could be any number of things, my owner.”

Carmen sat down and sighed. Yet another headache for her to work through. As the book said, it could be anything. It was probably a fluke. Not like she’d need more than five cocks to enjoy herself to the fullest.

“Can I just say how much I admire the design of this one?” The Futa Note said, cradling the main dick as it pushed from its shelter, “These spines that scrape on walls as you pull back, the nubs on the head that poke around every crevice, the rings, and definitely these,” she stroked the bulbous segments along its sides, “Adding two more urethras linked to the original and making them all bigger… love it. Kind of reptilian in a way.”

“If I start laying eggs, I… that’d be kind of hot,” Carmen said, then groaned again. Why did something that should disgust her as a human excite her now?

“Hey,” The Futa Note perched in her lap, gentle smile on her face, “Embrace it, Carmen. I believe Ryuka and I both mentioned how much lust is lurking within you. I feel like this is still just the tip. Wouldn’t surprise me if you gave someone a pussy for a mouth.”

“Oh…”

The book giggled, “Don’t be ashamed of what you like. Enjoy them. Find those to enjoy them with. Maybe it’s time you revisited your first fetish, hmm?”

Carmen snapped awake. She was in between her most recent lovers, both snoring softly and covered in semen. Their bellies had shrunk, though only by a few inches, but enough to allow her freedom. The pile was gone, though its remnants remained splattered across their cheeks. She climbed up and looked down at herself once more, the changes still present. Her crotch was becoming crowded with so many phalli, all thicker than her wrist, even while flaccid. A bit of cum fell from her nipple, almost like milk.

Her first fetish? Carmen entered the bathroom and stared at her reflection, searching for other changes and, unsurprisingly, a strip of the same pink in her eyes now ran through her space-like hair, so dark no light reflected off it. Beyond that and her penises, the changes were standard. Her tits were firmly past the realm of American measurements and her hips made any pockets in pants worthless. Only one person she knew of could be curvier than her.

“The first one, huh?” Carmen mused. She showered and used the nearest cell phone to make a call.

Chapter 52 - First Time in Forever

Should she feel ashamed? This was basically cheating on Rachel without her knowing, the redhead still unconscious when Carmen left the house, but she had no choice anymore; her body wouldn’t let it end so soon. Nor did she want it to.

Carmen looked back at the beauty close behind, hand in hers. The months hadn’t been kind in the same way they had to her, leaving Stacy larger and so much more enticing. Every step, she jiggled in all the right ways, a teaser for when they’d ripple from Carmen thrusting deep inside her. The cocks led the way, all five erect and dripping, such was their desire. Their desire? Carmen thought, amused at the thought. It was her desire, no more, no less.

She was the one that started this. She called and broke off whatever arrangements Stacy had prior, now they were consumed in what she began. The night wouldn’t end without several orgasms on each side, or with Stacy still a full-fledged woman. Carmen didn’t plan to write her name straight away, part of her didn’t want to at all, but it was inevitable. Only a selfish lover denied their partner similar bliss that they felt. But Stacy could still put an end to it.

“Last chance,” Carmen said, stopping at a familiar door. She half-turned, letting her cocks jut out beyond even her oversized, perky breasts, “Once we start, nothing will be the same.”

“I’d like that,” Stacy closed the distance and hugged her, squishing her abundantly curved body into Carmen’s taller frame, “Long as we’re together, I’m happy. Even sharing you.”

“Even if I’m not the same person you knew?”

“I like the new you,” Stacy said and turned her face into a quick kiss, “Besides, you’re still as considerate as ever.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” The strip club came back to mind, all those people she changed and fucked and left alone to sort their lives out. She could try and help them, but why? Statistically, those altered by the Futa Note had a hundred-percent satisfaction rate, even if it took time.

“You told me what happened, gave me the choice, and I’m here. No more waiting, please? I’ve done that for so long. All alone in that bed, just waiting, hoping, you’d come.”

Carmen pushed the past aside. The future was smiling at her, naked and wet, but still too collected for her liking. Only one way to fix that. She opened the door and pulled Stacy in, shutting it, then pushing her onto the single-bed at the centre. Its groans under their weight went ignored as Carmen planted her knee against her first lover’s pussy, hands gripping hers, while their lips clashed after the minutes long famine. Her central prick rested between Stacy’s breasts, which avalanched off the sides, nipples a tempting, ruddy pink colour. She didn’t go straight for them, happy to look for a moment.

Just a moment, though. Stacy hefted them up, holding the nipples close together, and squeezed out a fountain of milk, splashing back against her and on Carmen’s cheek. She wiped it clean, then dove in. Delicious cream flooded her mouth in seconds, like long lost lovers rushing into each other. Her cocks pulsed and leaked with each swallow that filled her belly, while she felt around for every little facet of Stacy’s being. She looked up, met by flushed cheeks and a content smile. Carmen took a long drag, then moved up and kissed her again, this time sharing the milky bounty.

More sprayed out as she groped the still full globes. The gates were opened, leaking constantly even as her hands moved further down, devouring every square inch of Stacy’s body. Even if it changed in the future, she never wanted to forget this softness, this familiar warmth that comforted her so often as her life deterred more and more from her original path. Now it was her turn to return the favour.

Without a doubt, Carmen thought as she massaged the luscious thighs. Stacy cooed at her touch, spreading her legs to reveal webs of juices hanging between them, which only lured Carmen in. The musky scent whirled around her like a storm, overriding even her own for a second. She leaned in and lashed her tongue along the skin, clearing it of viscous juices, nearing the source. Before long, it consumed her vision, the clit twitching at her softest breaths.

“W-wait,” Stacy said, clenching shut and propping herself up, “You already made me cum. It’s your turn.”

“It’ll make a mess,” Carmen warned, though she was already climbing back, kissing along the plush tummy on her way, “You’ll never be able to clean it all.”

“Nothing would make me happier than to have your cum always with me.” Both giggled at the offbeat romance.

“I’ll make your wish come true,” Carmen said and sat up on the edge, balls dangling over the edge, almost to the floor, while her cocks all stood almost ninety-degrees from her crotch. Stacy slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. At her presence, all five relaxed and fell to greet her. She caught the primary cock, completely inhuman in its shape, and stared down the yawning cum-hole. Endless rivers of pre fell from it, faster than the others, and poured across her chest. She shuddered, then closed the gap and ran her tongue around the glans.

Such a simple act. Not half an hour ago, Carmen had crammed the entire thing down a throat alongside the others, but this was Stacy. Just seeing the face that made most days worthwhile slowly decline into lust was wonderful. Her lips met the shaft and followed the path down to her busy groin, tongue digging into the wrinkles between cock and testicles, then soared back up her near four-foot shaft. Stacy cradled it against her lips as she swirled her tongue around the urethra, making out with the cock.

“Tastes so good,” Stacy moaned, pulling out a dollop of pre-cum, which dribbled down her neck. She swallowed it with a deep sigh, “I wonder how it’d taste with coffee?”

Carmen snorted, “You’re welcome to try. What’ll you call it?”

“Hmm,” Stacy hummed as she retrieved more, “Get back to me on that.”

“Take your time,” Carmen said, weaving fingers through the woman’s hair. It’d grown out, becoming flowing locks that begged to be pulled on, but that would wait. Even if her body wanted to jump ahead, she was happy to let Stacy define the pace. Sweeping arcs of her tongue travelled across Carmen’s length, ignoring the other members, despite their constant emissions. It couldn’t be helped; the centre prick offered the thickest pre.

Then Stacy opened wide at the tip. Her jaw strained, eyes intense as they stared down the shaft, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how she tried, the glans just mashed against her lips. At best, she squeezed a portion past her teeth. It didn’t stop her, however, and she kept pushing from different angles in hopes the spongy crown would cave, but it held. With such a girth, no normal human could handle it.

“Sorry,” Stacy panted, slinking back with a pout, though she didn’t stop stroking, “It’s just too big.”

“That’s okay,” Carmen said and massaged her scalp, gently pulling her back against her member, “It’s stupidly big, isn’t it?”

“No! Of course not, it’s just too big for me.”

“It’s too big, period,” Carmen chuckled and held her forearm against the cock. Just a few months ago, this would be a fine comparison for a member suited to fucking anyone to orgasm. Now her arm was lost in its shadow. She hadn’t taken its measurements, but the girth exceeded most soda bottles - except the ludicrously huge ones - and its length even more so. Yet she’d just fucked Rachel and Zoey with it.

“I know how to handle it,” Stacy said and ushered Carmen to the floor, since the bed was too high. Once there, she plopped her chest in Carmen’s lap, smothering every cock in range. Milk leaked out. She, then, pushed up so her monumental breasts hung low and dripped all over the primary cock. Once its dark skin was splattered in cream, she pulled it up and caught the beast between her tits. Maybe she wasn’t a contest to Ashley or Mary at the moment, but they were transformed to be that way.

Every inch of tit-flesh that squished and slid along her cock was natural. Carmen leaned over the milky tit-fuck to kiss her lover, sampling the hint of her dick in her saliva, and moaned against her lips. The pressure around her cock increased, ounces of milk splashed against her belly. She cupped her hands and caught some, then rained it over her cock. It rose between her and Stacy, blocking eye-contact, but there was a simple solution.

Carmen leaned in with her tongue outstretched. Her first love did the same, meeting the sweet, musky flavour of her meat at the same time. Nothing could overpower her natural taste, but Stacy’s milk was no less prevalent. Carmen brought her own boobs into the mix, resting them on the lactating pair and taking the upper half. They worked in unison, licking and smooching the tastiest cock on Earth, and kissed around the peak as it spewed pre-cum faster and faster.

None of the others could give her this. Unless she wrote it for them. Stacy’s milk was sticky despite its creaminess, clinging to their skin even as she bounced her tits up and down, creating a wonderful boob-pussy for Carmen. Boob-pussy? Her mind really was decaying, though she didn’t correct herself. It was as accurate a description as any.

Especially as she thrust into its tight, silky embrace. If this was the fake, then she couldn’t wait for Stacy’s real cunt to be wrapped around her. Did she remember them having sex like this? What did she expect to happen? Carmen had no experience using any cock on Stacy, let alone the demonic sceptre and its equine branches she now sported. Maybe just use the human ones, but that wouldn’t be enough. They were superfluous next to the others.

Stacy jammed her tongue deep into the urethra to rip her attention back to reality. Smirking, Carmen did the same, her longer muscle sliding into herself while she bathed in Stacy’s presence. Together, they writhed against the snug, slimy interior and basked in the heady flavour of cum. Stacy stopped moving her tits, instead just wrapping an arm to keep them together, while her freed hand drifted underneath Carmen’s heavy sack to find untapped pleasure. The futa moaned deep as fingers breezed past her pussy.

“Naughty girl,” Carmen slurred, tongue still buried in her cock. She slurped it back up, “Keep that up and I’ll cum pretty quick. You do know how big my balls are right? Just think about the mess I’ll make if you keep going. I’ll probably cover you and your bed with gallons left to spare. How about it? Fancy a literal cum shower?”

“Now who’s naughty?” Stacy teased and kissed her deep, swapping a large bundle of pre back and forth, until it had dribbled from their lips, “Can I confess something?”

“Of course.” Those fingers delved deep, a thumb joining in as the knuckles popped past her lips.

“I’ve always wanted to be covered in cum, yet I’m gay. Isn’t that weird?”

“Not at all,” Carmen said, then moaned as the fingers curled into a fist and pushed on toward her cervix, “Besides, you’re with the right person for it.”

“So you’re gonna do it?” Stacy asked, now punching to and fro inside Carmen’s pussy. The effects rippled through her cocks as well, all throbbing and at attention, though none more so than her centre, “Are you gonna cum and soak everything in it?”

“Keep it up and I just might.”

“Don’t you want to soak my big, milky titties in your cum?” Stacy pouted, squeezing her chest tighter, “Don’t you feel how bad they need a good sperm bath? And my ass too. You can watch it jiggle as you cover it in layers.”

“When did you get so kinky?” Carmen asked.

“Ever since I met you,” Stacy said, calming her moves to a slow, intense beat, “I used to think of you whenever I milked myself, then I started thinking of you when I masturbated, then when I made coffee, then every waking moment. Before long you were everywhere for me. I couldn’t help but imagine the things you could do to me. I still do. Carmen, if it’s you, I want to do everything.”

The teenager gulped, cock flexing so hard it almost broke from the tit-pussy. At that moment, Rachel was probably pregnant. Zoey too. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise her if the entire strip club, and the people she fucked on the way home, were also carrying her child. If Stacy became pregnant, then would her lactation skyrocket?

Carmen pulled her into the deepest kiss, almost shoving her tongue down Stacy’s throat. It only lasted a second, before she sank lower and latched onto the nipples, guzzling whatever remained of their bounty. Despite the constant flow, they didn’t feel much lighter. She must be producing more already. The book altered history to make everyone think Carmen always had cocks, then did it already impregnate Stacy since they slept together? No, she didn’t think so. They were just memories.

In that case…

“Have my children,” Carmen said once the last drops were in her belly, now pudgy from the drink.

“What?” Stacy gasped. Her nipples were red, sucked raw by Carmen’s intensity. Their lips met again as Carmen bucked against her, cocks rubbing all over the woman’s figure, pre-cum gushing out as her orgasm encroached.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Carmen groaned, holding back even as she felt up every inch of Stacy within her considerable reach, “I want to fuck you, cum inside and watch you carry my children. I want to see your belly get huge and taut. I want your tits to get so full of milk you’ll never run out. I want to have a family with you.”

Carmen didn’t realise she’d rolled them around, putting herself on top, her twitching members all aimed straight at her lover’s unprepared cunt. It wouldn’t fit them all, not by a long shot, but she wasn’t sure that’d stop her anymore.

“A family,” Stacy panted, gazing up at Carmen, but not seeing her as a dozy grin lifted her rosy cheeks. Her legs spread wider, the scent of a wanton female coiled around Carmen’s shafts, all on the edge, “What about your other girls?”

It took several seconds to remember the others, “If you’re okay with it, they’ll join us. We’ll have such a huge family together and no one will go hungry. I’ll support us all. No matter what.”

“Then what’re you waiting for?” Stacy asked and pulled her closer, “If it’s you, I’ll happily be your baby mama.”

“It’s a little more than that,” Carmen chuckled, just barely restraining herself.

“You’re right,” Stacy said with a glance at the quintet poised to siege her pussy. She pulled her down, lips at Carmen’s ear, and whispered, “I’ll be your broodmother.”

Synapses fired all across her mind, painting images of Stacy snug in a chair, knitting tiny sweaters while her belly continuously grew with new life. The size of a beach ball, beanbag chairs, wrecking balls and boulders and still bigger. All the while her tits kept pace as if pregnant themselves. More fantasies branched from that idea.

Carmen held onto her lover’s hand for dear life as she lowered her hips. Her primordial cock touched the lips she’d lusted after for so long. They refused entry, but she was patient, insistent and above all controlled by lust. If it weren’t for this, she’d have already grabbed the Futa Note. Instead, her focus was solely on filling Stacy with her cock and planting the seeds of their new life.

“Does it hurt?” Carmen asked as she kept pushing, the pressure finally bearing fruit as Stacy opened. Her jaw was clenched, but that smile didn’t waver.

“It’s really big.”

“I know.” Carmen smiled back and kept up the slow assault, more of a negotiation; allow her entry and receive bliss and family. Seemed a fair trade, but the folds were stubborn, permitting only fractions of her tip inside. She fixed her gaze on Stacy’s face, knowing she’d only be frustrated if she focused on the other part. Little by little, seconds stretched into minutes, the entrance caved and her flare burst in. Stacy squealed at the penetration, her voice quelled as Carmen soothed her with a flurry of kisses.

“It’s in…” Stacy panted.

“Yeah.”

“I thought, oh god, I thought I was ready for it…”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Stacy shook her head and clenched her kegels, “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Say that after there’s more inside you.”

“More?” Stacy looked down between them and saw that only the tip was inside her, “Fuuuck, I thought that… oh god, it’s really fucking big.”

“We can stop.”

“No way!” Stacy grunted and squeezed her legs around Carmen, pulling her in deeper, “Just fuck me, Carmen. I want all of you.”

Carmen didn’t reply beyond a kiss and pushed. The plumage of spines slipped in and the first row of nubs not far behind, each bump popping past Stacy’s taut folds. Despite the size of it, Stacy told the truth that it didn’t hurt, her tunnel utterly drenched as more cock slid along its walls. The second row of nubs grazed her opening, then stopped.

“The cervix,” Carmen said and looked down. Even with Stacy’s plump figure, an obscene bulge pushed through where her cock rested. It couldn’t go any deeper, not in a normal human. Even this far would be uncomfortable. Unless she did something.

Ryuka had powers to make others cum or at least feel intense arousal. Carmen had displayed something similar, recalling the spontaneous orgasms she caused in the past without focusing. If she did… Her eyes burned as they met Stacy’s, drinking in the warm typhoon raging within, and she willed an orgasm from the gorgeous woman. Like a hypnotist snapping their fingers, Stacy’s eyes rolled and her body shook. Juices flooded her tunnel, but couldn’t escape the airtight seal around Carmen’s cock.

It worked! In that case, she could keep her cumming even as she fucked beyond the cervix. She wanted Stacy to feel bliss, to feel the depths of her love, and that couldn’t be done behind the barrier. Willing more pleasure on her, Carmen reared back. Her pull unleashed the pent up juices. Her tip remained inside, then she plummeted with a sharp thrust. Gravity and muscle united as she slammed into the entrance to Stacy’s womb.

Under Carmen’s power, Stacy exploded in another orgasm. Her cervix held its ground even as she pummelled it, thrusting with all her might. The explosions kept coming, each thrust another scream of ecstasy, until she finally rammed past and stretched the even tighter opening around her monster cock. She relaxed the power and held still, waiting for Stacy’s eyes to refocus.

“I’m in your womb,” Carmen said once she had her attention and took a hand, placing it on the bulge in Stacy’s belly.

“This is… you’re so deep. It’s like I can feel all of you,” Stacy said, breathing hard after her climaxes, though they just a start. She grinned and kissed the futa’s cheek, “What’re you waiting for?”

“Don’t worry, I’m already close,” Carmen said. Now that her focus waned, she felt the full brunt of her pent up orgasm, gnashing at her through chains after she ignored it for so long, “I’ll pull out after a bit. I still owe you a coating, right?”

“Glaze me like a cream-filled doughnut,” Stacy said, with the huskiest voice she could manage.

Carmen snorted and kissed her, “I love you.”

“I love YOU!!!” Just the first two words were enough to let loose Carmen’s ecstasy, which tore through the restraints like paper, unleashing hell upon her nerves. Millions sparked all at once, igniting throughout her crotch and up her spine, lighting her brain on fire even as she felt the bubbling of cum rising up her shafts. The primary cock launched first, all three cum-pipes engorging with the coming flood.

As it pushed out into Stacy’s womb, the others went off. They all jerked up and sprayed at the ceiling, her horse cocks’ loads splattering against, while the human counterparts fell short and fell upon the room and the orgasming couple. Just one shot was too much for a human’s womb, however, and forced Carmen out. She had enough wherewithal to be quick, though her next spurt still flooded Stacy’s gaped tunnel, before her cock jerked out and sprayed directly at the beautiful face ahead. Though not nearly as thick as the log she gave Rachel and Zoey, each rope was like a loose dough.

It separated upon crashing into Stacy and coated her just as promised. Carmen moved back and grabbed as many cocks as she could, aiming them all at her quivering lover. If she couldn’t cram it all inside her, then she would do her best to let Stacy bathe in her seed. Every inch of her being. Litres of cum fired off at a time and soon the bountiful woman’s front was, indeed, covered.

“Roll over,” Carmen gasped, clenching every muscle she could to hold back the next onslaught. Stacy gurgled something through a mouthful of semen, then did as told, revealing her naked backside in all its glory, before it too was doused. Even then, more erupted and layered Stacy in cum. Before long, she was no longer a human, but a mountain of jizz in a vaguely similar shape.

“You really did it,” Stacy said once she recovered enough to clear her mouth, though more semen kept drooling over her lips. Carmen sat beside her, still hard, but content for the moment as she pulled her sticky lover close. Cum rubbed off on her, almost blending into her pale complexion if not for her seed’s off-white colour. They each gathered some on a finger and licked it clean, sighing at the flavour.

“Sorry I couldn’t take more,” Stacy said, noticing that most of Carmen’s main cock wasn’t covered in her juices, “You even broke into my womb and it wasn’t enough.”

Carmen glanced at the door, the Futa Note not far beyond it, “I can make it fit.”

“How?”

“Be right back.” She returned a moment later with the book, “Remember all that hypothetical stuff I told you? It’s real. Stacy, I can make any of your fetishes come true. You can be whatever you want.”

“I…” Stacy gulped, one hand running over her gut, the other circled where a nipple probably was - there was no telling with the thick layers on her, “I have some ideas.”

Chapter 54 - A New Normal

“Feels like forever since I was here,” Rachel said, flopping back on Carmen’s bed. The room hadn’t changed since her last proper visit, the white background broken up only by the infrequent furnishings. To the side, Carmen sat at her desk, smirking at her. It didn’t matter how minimal the room was, so long as she was there, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be spiced up, “Still not putting up any posters or anything?”

“Never feel the need,” Carmen shrugged, tapping a finger on her oak table, her most precious possession under her forearm. It didn’t stray far from her hands in the past week. Even upon her return to school, she kept a tight grip on her bag now. With good reason, as Gretchen stalked them under the assumption they didn’t know. It wouldn’t be long before she made a grab for the book again.

“What if you could put me up?” Rachel asked and sat up, pulling a pin-up pose straight from the fifties.

“Maybe I would, but it’d get so distracting having your portraits to look at, yet you’d be so far away.”

“Gotta keep your attention somehow, what with your harem and all.”

“They’re not… no, I guess you’re right,” Carmen leaned back and pondered her azure ceiling, painted such to feel more like a sky, “And yet it’s not enough.”

“What isn’t? The sex? Because I think you’re absolutely right.”

Carmen snickered at her, then her face tightened, “Partly, but there’s something else. I don’t really know what it is though.” She looked around, hunting for something invisible to Rachel’s eye.

“Are you talking about Ryuka?” Rachel asked. With everything out in the open, Carmen had told her of the deviant goddess, and that she’d tried seducing her on multiple occasions.

“Maybe. She’s been distant lately. Used to be that she’d pester me every minute.”

“She’s a goddess, right? Probably just getting used to being around someone amazing as you.”

“She’s been with me for nearly a year.”

“Delayed reaction? Besides, from what you’ve told me, you weren’t nearly this hot back then.” Rachel changed seats, opting to plant her voluptuous rear in Carmen’s lap and grind into the obtuse bulges it sported. Wardrobes remained a difficult thing for the tri-cocked futa. Her custom orders were supposed to arrive soon, but until then everything she wore did little to conceal her endowments. No bras fit her, no panties or boxers did the trick, anything but cargo pants were lost causes around her crotch and even her oversized tops were watertight against her breasts. Such as the tank top she wore at that moment.

Summer was still in effect. A clammy sheen clung to Rachel, though Carmen’s skin didn’t feel the same, despite its glossy appearance. Did she even sweat anymore? No, she did, just not in the heat. Rachel didn’t mind the weather, though she used to prefer a cooler climate, since it gave her an excuse to be more than a little daring herself. A button-up short sleeve covered her upper body, though she couldn’t fasten the top buttons anymore, while a once adequate skirt grazed the tops of her thighs. Her favourite male thong did its best with her double-cocks and abundance of balls.

“Neither were you,” Carmen said, hand cupping the ass she was responsible for, “You used to be such a small thing. Now look at you; a curvy futa that can’t even wear jeans because of her ass.”

Rachel arched against her hands, groin rubbing into hers, “Is it big enough for you though? I mean, I know it’s cheeks are bigger than my head, but still… I feel like Ryuka or Stacy have more.”

“They do,” Carmen admitted, still groping the flesh as she leered over the redhead. Echoes of arousal shrank her slightly, highlighting just how tall Carmen was even while sitting, “Ryuka’s got a butt you could bounce a penny off of and lose a bank in. Stacy’s bigger and softer, like kneading two giant balls of dough.”

“Are you trying to annoy me?” Even so, Rachel leaned into her, breathing heavier, yet her ears zeroed in on Carmen’s steady heartbeat, then her breaths as she whispered into her ear.

“But that’s not what matters. It’s the ratio, right? When you shrink and everything else gets so much bigger on you, I can’t resist.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Rachel huffed. The echoes became a powerful beat, so familiar to her. Every thump of her heart and she was a little smaller, yet also bigger. Her cocks pulsated in their prison, while her skirt lifted higher as mass moved to her hips and ass. Buttons strained as her chest followed suit, pushed to their limits with each breath. It always became so hard to breathe properly when Carmen turned her on.

Fingers dug harder into her cheeks and seemed to reach straight to her core. Each powerful knead of her flesh piled on the lust, which only made Carmen that much more intoxicating, like inhaling her scent was more important than life itself. Her belly fluttered as she reached full arousal, now more tits, ass and cock than she was a person. Before long, her abdomen would take on a similar mantle. She leaned back and gazed into the fertile eyes of her towering lover.

“Bigger is better?” Carmen said, more a question, as if she wasn’t sure of herself.

“Then why not make me grow?” Rachel asked and ground harder, “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

“Hmm, tempting…”

“Or do I need to earn it?” Rachel grinned and slipped back until she was lowered to the floor. With her curves and cocks, she couldn’t be very light, yet Carmen didn’t so much as grimace at her presence on her lap. She wasn’t muscular like Zoey, but an unnatural power flowed in her veins. On a whim, she could overpower Rachel and fuck her back into oblivion.

The redhead squeezed her thighs together at the thought. She had other plans first, that being to please Carmen. The cargo pants slid away to reveal the bloated sheaths. Pre-cum erupted as their dwellers engorged and slipped out, blood pumped louder by the second, and in mere seconds Rachel’s face was cast in the shadows of three horse dicks. All for her.

“How about this,” Carmen said and rolled back to present the heads to her diminutive lips, “You suck all three, drink every drop, and I’ll make your ass the biggest in my life. No exception.”

“How about…” Rachel licked at the main, monstrous prick, tongue dashing into the gaping cum-hole. She gripped the right and left shafts in turn, “This one makes my titties bigger. And this one makes my ass even more of a booty.”

“What about the middle?” Carmen asked, sighing gently as Rachel licked around the ridged crown. She caressed the spines underneath it, looking across the enormity at the segmented rings, each designed to stretch her pussy walls such that she was little more than a quivering mess of pleasure.

“Up to you, babe. Make me bigger, brainwash me, turn me into your permanent fleshlight… I’m yours, how ever you want me.”

“Why brainwash you?” Carmen leaned forward and cupped her chin, eyes gleaming as her delicious lips curled in a commanding grin, “When you’d already do anything for me? Like suck me off before Stacy gets here in, oh, the next half hour.”

“Just say the word.”

“Rachel,” her name always sounded way hotter coming from Carmen’s lips, “Face-fuck yourself on my cocks and drink them. You have thirty minutes.”

“Yes!” Rachel squeaked. Her cocks shot from her skirt and slapped against her tits, firing ropes of pre-cum, as a flood of arousal washed over her. Drool leaked down her chin and fell on her taut shirt as she looked between each member. Save the biggest for last, she thought and angled the other two. Smaller, yet no less immense in the shorter futa’s hands, which didn’t even cover half the girth. Broad heads stared her down, each throbbing for her attention.

She didn’t postulate on which went first, instead she kissed one and devoted her hands to the other. With such a fat urethra, her tongue easily slid out and into the opening, swirling around in search of any lingering pre-cum. Its sizzling tang on her taste buds compelled her to search deeper, French kissing the right cock as her hands stroked its sibling. But making out wasn’t Carmen’s words. Rachel kept the intimacy as she swirled her tongue around the flare. It was bigger than her head, consuming her sight except for the shadow of its much larger master.

Deep breaths drowned her lungs in pure, filthy cock musk. Her lips tingled against Carmen’s spongy tip, a mere echo of the bubbling in her cunt. She pushed up on her knees and caught her sack between them, pushing it back until it was sat under her slavering pussy. Moisture poured over the skin, just as saliva overflowed her mouth. When Carmen’s dick shone with her spit, she opened her mouth and pressed in.

Rachel wondered if she resembled a snake. It felt like how it looked, as her jaw creaked and ached, teeth scraped along tender flesh, lips spread thin and her tongue was forced flat underneath an insatiable girth. Then the head was in. Just the start, but Rachel’s whole body hummed in quiet bliss, which would build into rapture as she fed more into herself. For now, she settled on the first section and took her time. This was how a proper fucking began; slow and methodical, savouring each moment until passions ignited and civility was lost.

So Rachel wriggled her tongue and hollowed her cheeks as she suckled on it. Carmen issued pre-cum for her efforts, drowning her in cock juice. The front exit was airtight, which left only one direction for it to flow; her throat. She anticipated this as any good cock-sucker should, gulping as she pressed onward. Inches trampled their way into her mouth, then the head was against her gullet. With a breath saturated in the nastiest sweetness she knew, Rachel lunged forward.

She looked up and saw the behemoth. This was but a precursor, even though her throat was stretched out, the flare bulging out her neck, and sliding deeper, she had something far greater awaiting her. Not to mention the true bounty pumping off heat just a couple feet away. Her eyes crossed to focus on Carmen’s balls, a tremendous sack of flesh smoothed out by its relentless cargo. Each testicle easily matched Rachel’s head in size and must’ve weighed more than all her balls combined.

Between a blink and a gulp, she went from just seeing them to feeling the majestic orbs. It couldn’t be helped. Rachel had to stretch just to touch, but it was glorious to feel the bubbling of cum within. She pushed further, still working her tongue and jaw in a sucking motion, swallowing all the time, and caressed each sphere in turn. Which set’s load would she drink first?

The more cock she devoured, the better she held them. Rachel moaned deep in her throat, then gagged as the shaft lurched forward, or rather her head was dragged down. Delicately powerful fingers weaved into her hair and pulled so her eyes met Carmen’s face.

“I said ‘fuck your face’,” she said.

Rachel nodded, the hand left her, but she rose with it. Even standing while Carmen sat, she wasn’t eye-level to the futa, though that was in part because she was hunched over, still impaled on succulent horse cock. That position left her gazing straight at her love’s tits, which only motivated her next act as she drooled all over the prick. Rivers followed the path of veins, pooled on Carmen’s balls, then rolled off the sides. She looked up, though she couldn’t meet the eyes. But she knew they watched her.

Hence why she braced both hands on Carmen’s deceptively powerful thighs and slammed her face down like any proud metalhead would at a concert. Hair flipped over her face, but flung back soon as she rose to the head. No matter her changes, it was a brutal stretch to her throat, made all the better by the sheer force behind her descents. She gagged each time, slobber cascading with her lips. Some of it splashed back up with her, matting her hair and smearing her cheeks in cock-scented spit.

There was no room for breath either. Any attempt only burned her nostrils as pre-cum was pushed up her sinuses. Tears joined the mess on her face, yet she didn’t slow or even hesitate. In fact, she sped up as the throbbing cock, violating her all the way down to her stomach, twitched and unleashed deluges of pre.

Most muscles screamed for an end. Her core the loudest of all as it tackled the growing weight of her stomach, filling with pre-cum by the second, yet even that was slammed into a wall of noise made by her pussy and cocks. A button shot off her shirt, creating a diamond around her stretched-out tummy. The carpet was already damp around her feet where her fem-cum gushed in time with her retching, while random splotches surrounded Carmen’s chair where her cocks leapt for joy. And the mere sounds of Carmen’s moans were enough to keep her going.

Fingers entwined with hers atop the seven-foot futa’s thighs. A subtle undulation matched Rachel’s tempo, then dictated it as Carmen groaned from above, the palpitations in her cock grew stronger, its rigidity increased, while an ominously lurid bubbling emanated from her balls. Rachel swallowed harder, exercised her tongue more, and moaned loud as possible.

“I’m gonna cum,” Carmen announced, slamming into Rachel’s face. Drool splashed out from her lips each time. Much harder and it’d leave her bruised and swollen and oh, so satisfied, “Remember what you said, ‘right one makes your tits bigger’. I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Rachel nodded eagerly, then squealed around the excessive meat as Carmen held her down. A few blank pulses tested her first, then the floodgates shattered. With all twenty-eight inches buried, the deluge gushed straight into her already engorged stomach. The litres of pre-cum sloshed with the new addition. Instantly full to the brim, her stomach had no intention of evacuating it’s load and bellowed forth. Her skin creaked from the strain, but accepted it all the same.

As her belly grew, the buttons on her shirt gave their all. The diamond framed her navel as it popped out, stretching wider and wider. Eventually, however, they had to give and several flew off, thudding against the floor. Her nerves pushed to the surface, skin so taut and thin just a simple breeze made her cum. Her cocks shot off, a paltry amount next to the impregnating sludge filling her belly out into a beach ball, and her pussy hosed her legs and the floor. Eventually, her strength gave out and she fell to her knees, still inflating.

“One down,” Carmen said and pulled the cum-drunk, oxygen-deprived redhead from her cock, “Two to go.”

Rachel grinned and rubbed the sloppy mixture into her face. Her cheeks puffed out as a burp escaped her, creating a huge cum bubble in the process. It popped and covered her lips and chin, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Carmen chuckled, “Should I burp you?”

“Haha, treat me like a baby and see what happens.” Rachel coughed, hacking up the semen clinging to her throat. Some splattered against her rotund belly, which issued from her ruined shirt like a true baby bump.

“Point taken, but you’re still not done. Or was one dick too much for you?”

“You could never be too much for me,” Rachel said and pulled the left cock to her face, smearing it in her scent and vice versa, “I’ll always want more.”

“Me too,” Carmen said, flexing her muscles such that her cock crudely nuzzled against Rachel’s cheek, “But I need to officially introduce you and Stacy to my mom, which means we need to be presentable. I want to make a good impression.”

“Well, bit late now,” Rachel said and kissed the head, “Itadakimasu!” Before she could dig in, her meal was cruelly taken away.

“When I said ‘presentable’, I mean I can’t have you walking around with two hard-ons,” Carmen said, standing up and pulling her top off. It was swift, but the bounce of her tits had Rachel drooling all over again. A finger beckoned Rachel to followed as she laid down on the bed, her tremendous trio standing vertical, “Plus I skipped breakfast.”

Rachel didn’t waste time and jumped on the bed. She crawled over Carmen, moaning softly as the three cocks rubbed against her fecund middle, and bit her lip at the size difference between them. Looking back, her legs barely passed Carmen’s knees. Their hands found each other as she leaned in for a kiss. Just one, though, since their mouths had more important pleasures to find. She turned around and rested her balls on Carmen’s fore head, while she laid on her stomach to stare down the trio of stallions.

It was a blessing for Carmen to be so hugely endowed. With a normal cock, Rachel would be hopeless, as her mouth came to just past the belly button, but the horse cock was more than enough to meet her. It mashed against her lips, while Carmen forewent any greeting and lifted the redhead’s hips high, aimed her crotch, then swallowed her shafts to the base. Rachel yelped and moaned, her open cavity a perfect invite for the second dick. It shoved past her lips and violated her throat.

All it took was a minute away for her to miss the flavour of Carmen’s sex. Her tongue wriggled in joy at the reunion, tasting the heady mixture of dick and natural flavourings, eerily close to the tang of a pussy, but dense like semen. No matter how long she spent analysing it, even if her mind could work straight as Carmen’s mouth and throat undulated along her members, she’d never fully understand it. That was just how amazing she was.

She sank deeper into the sixty-nine. This was their first time in that position, a fact she’d not forget in a long time. Sucking Carmen was divine, however fucking her face in return elevated it to a whole new level. Her belly pushed harder on Carmen’s breasts, pushing them to the sides as they and her belly warred for space. Through it all, her cocks were coated in layers of spit. The air felt cold against them, but only for a second before she bucked back and sank them to the hilt.

Rachel didn’t have the willpower, let alone even an inkling of restraint when it came to this futa, and pumped her hips in disorder to the rest of her body. Both her cocks throbbed against each other in the tight confines of Carmen’s throat, snaking their way down toward her stomach, but coming short. That didn’t stop her trying over and over, smothering her love’s face in her crotch, while she blasted pre-cum down her gullet. Everywhere her oesophagus touched went off like sparklers.

It might even outrank her pussy... Blasphemy, Rachel thought and pushed her chest down, arching her ass high, then used her freed arms to reach around her girlfriend’s balls. She found the pussy easily, its lips swollen from the same desire Rachel’s frothed with, and slid fingers inside. A laughing moan vibrated around her dicks, then fingers were on her snatch and ass. And her urethra. Carmen’s hips lurched up, burying more cock inside, while her digits dove inside Rachel’s willing orifices.

Four in her ass and pussy, while a thumb trampled its way into her tight piss-hole. She’d only felt it open once and, though it was for a much, much larger object, this was no less intense. Rachel had to return the favour somehow.

She balled up a hand and crammed it inside. Carmen moaned, but it wasn’t enough. Even with half her forearm inside, wrist twisting every direction, it wouldn’t suffice, however she had something more planned and shoved her other hand in and tugged them back out. Though inside for just a second, her hand came back dripping in deliciously ripe juices. Maybe after she finished with the cocks, Carmen would let her eat her out? Thoughts for later. The drenched fingers moved lower until they squished between sublime ass cheeks and found an underappreciated hole.

Carmen just moaned at the touch on her bloated ring. Had she even been penetrated here, Rachel wondered. Experience didn’t matter with Carmen though, every facet of her body seemed crafted for sex. To prove her right, the hole opened smoothly for her first two fingers, then all but gobbled up the third. Walls palpitated around her digits, as if panting like a slut in heat. Rachel posed her fingers into a cone, then pushed her whole hand in. It didn’t take long for her to come against a series of round lumps.

Likewise, Carmen’s fingers in her ass met something as well. In sync, they pressed against them and both shrieked around their respective cocks, balls gurgling and dicks twitching madly. Just seconds later, orgasms unlike any before erupted. Rachel’s eyes rolled, the gorgeous behemoth waiting for her just a blur as her whole being vibrated in bliss. Her only thoughts belonged to the fact she was cumming inside Carmen’s mouth and that Carmen was doing the same for her.

Rachel’s greedy stomach expanded where only it could; to the sides. It swallowed up even her lover’s huge breasts and kept going, sights set on the bed. Her own load swelled up Carmen’s belly too, though on a far inferior scale. It pushed her up, forcing inches of cock from her mouth, but the flow kept coming.

Once over, she rolled off and onto the lacklustre mattress. Nothing was as comfy as Carmen’s body, but the sensation of gallons upon gallons of warm, gooey jizz packed tight in her stomach soothed her. Beside her, a similarly tight belly stretched a foot high. Someday, she’d inflate Carmen to a similar level. Maybe even have it be more permanent if they had kids.

“Sorry, babe,” Carmen said and climbed to her feet, checking her phone on the desk. She pulled on her discarded clothes, the tank top only covered the top third of her expansive gut, while her infallible erections awkwardly stretched down her cargo pants, “Stacy’s here.”

“That means…”

“You didn’t get it all in time, but I’m still hard and I want you two to get better acquainted. What better way than for us all to fuck?”

“I don’t know her,” Rachel pouted, sitting up with her back against the wall and her legs splayed around her gorgeous abdomen. Her belly button had popped out long ago from the pressure, but the added load pronounced her pseudo pregnancy all the more. That said, she wanted to be bigger and, judging by the steel-like appendages trapped in Carmen’s pants, and the light in her unique eyes, she did too.

“Trust me, you’ll love her. The three of us are gonna be so happy together, no matter what anyone says or does to us anymore.”

“Yes,” Rachel mumbled, biting her lip as she watched Carmen’s ass sway out the door, “The three of us. Happy. Sure. Why’d she have to bring her into this? Isn’t she happy with me?” Rachel hefted her tits, hands woefully undersized for them, and squeezed. Even the surge of pleasure didn’t distract from the fretting in her mind. She should be Carmen’s main girl, but there was way more history with Stacy. If push came to shove, Carmen would choose her.

“But she doesn’t have to choose, we’re both gonna be her girlfriends, so there’s no point thinking about it,” Rachel folded her arms and focused on the door, waiting for Carmen’s return. But her eyes betrayed her and roamed to the desk, settling on the open Futa Note.

Chapter 56 - First Step Too Far

“Better be ready,” Carmen said as she weaved a hand through each of their hair, “I’m about to cum.” Rachel redoubled her efforts, while Stacy tilted her head down to lick at the redhead’s thrusting pricks now. Even so, her moans rose with theirs. Carmen stood and held her shorter lover’s head in place, then fucked it. Her other dicks grazed along Rachel’s cheeks and slid through her hair as she slammed, each thrust fiercer than the last. All six balls slammed into the redhead’s neck and chest.

“Oh fuck, you look so good like this. Both of you. Hmm, I wanna fuck you so bad. I’m gonna swell you both up until you can’t leave. We’ll never want for anything else. I’ll feed you both cum everyday and drink Stacy’s milk. Just us three forever. Cumming over an over. Ugh, ooh, here it comes! Drink it all, Rachel and I’ll make you the perfect short-stack!”

Rachel moaned and gagged as she shoved down to Carmen’s groin, held in perfect stillness except for the visceral lurches of over three-feet of cock down her gullet. Her already plump gut bellowed out and seemed to push out her own semen as her members erupted too, no more than pitiful fireworks next to the atomic bomb going off inside her. Stacy urged more out as she shook through her own - minor - climax.

Even after Carmen finished and left Rachel cradling a gut the size of her body, minus her endowments, she didn’t wait long to continue. Mere seconds was all it took for Carmen to move back to the bed, with Rachel on her back, dual erections stretching her pussy, while Stacy thrust into the taller futa’s face as she rocked to her own rhythm. Carmen’s trio bounced and flung juices across them, while her throat bobbed along Stacy’s cock and her pussy clamped on both of Rachel’s. They slapped against the redhead’s stomach each time with enough force to push out a small glob of cum from her lips.

Stacy wasn’t satisfied after her earlier orgasm and didn’t take long to cum, filling Carmen out to better match the two. It still wasn’t enough. Carmen’s eyes burned as she looked at them in turn, crimson hues settled over the futanari’s irises while the heart rings strengthened, as did their thrusts. A second load washed down her oesophagus not even a minute after the first.

“Come here,” Carmen said and got off her redheaded love, exchanging her for Stacy. As she sank down the fat dick, she slammed Rachel’s cunt down on hers. They blared out from her body in separate directions, each feature obvious through her taut skin. Tingles ran across Carmen’s flesh, percolating in her nipples and cunt as she jumped atop Stacy’s cock, slamming into her crotch with a viscous splash. She quickly slowed down and leaned forward so Rachel was crushed between them.

In all that time since Stacy’s arrival she hadn’t so much as tasted the futa’s milk. She would rectify that. With Rachel’s head firmly between them, Carmen snagged each of Stacy’s nipples in her lips and drew on them, guzzling milk faster than her throat could manage. Trails poured down her lips and chin, falling upon Rachel’s hair. Her hips never stopped moving, of course.

“C-careful,.” Stacy panted, “Remember what you wrote?”

Carmen did and pulled away. She flexed her cocks, bringing Rachel upright against her bust, now several inches larger with nipples to match. It dwarfed the little futa’s head, nearly enveloping it and the obscene tube pulsating past her eyeline. The other bulges stretched to either side of her bust. Carmen groped herself and cooed at the churning sensation within, then squeezed, fingers vanishing into her tits, to unleash a fount of cream. Her thrusts resumed with greater fervour.

She slammed Rachel to the base as she lifted with her legs, then dropped onto Stacy’s massive balls. The force rippled along the plumper futa’s whole body, only stopped at her breasts as she mauled her own tits and sprayed milk all around. Even with a gut, and boobs, full of the stuff, Carmen wanted more, but anymore and her own lactation would be permanent.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” a husky voice said, bringing her attention up long pale legs perched at the foot of her bed, “It’s your longest running fetish after all, why not enjoy it whenever you like?”

“So hot,” Rachel groaned, cross-eyed as she tried focusing on either nipple, watching endless streams erupt from them.

“She agrees,” Ryuka said.

“Guess you’re right,” Carmen panted, slowing her intensity as she folded over once more. This time, however, she guided a nipple into Rachel’s mouth as well. Both moaned as an endless flow of milk washed over their tongues and down their gullets. Semen oozed from Rachel’s lips as she drank, even her body unable to accommodate so much cum and cream. Carmen looked into Stacy’s eyes, making it clear she intended to drink until she was satisfied. The nipple in her mouth twitched and sprayed harder as spasms rocked Stacy’s entire body.

Her cock didn’t orgasm. Not for lack of trying, but Carmen clamped down around the base, cutting off flow and forcing every viscous millilitre to build inside her balls, which ballooned behind them. The scrotum pushed against Carmen’s ass, though she kept her pace, pussy tight as ever and still suckling all around the three-foot mast. Her stomach squished out against Rachel’s back, yet for every inch it swelled, so too did her breasts until they far surpassed the others.

“It’s so hard to hold back,” Ryuka groaned, bringing Carmen’s gaze back to her and the struggle with her own erection. It was still bigger than Carmen’s primary member, if only by about six inches. A stronger burn reached her eyes, forcing her to clench them, and her whole body, in confused pain before it went away. When she opened them, Ryuka was masturbating rapidly and Stacy’s face was no longer visible past the human condom Rachel had become. The skin wreathed cock much larger than before, though it was only one.

Carmen released her hold on the nipple and leaned away. The milk didn’t go to waste for long, as Rachel snatched it up, forcing her belly to hold it all. Despite the massive swelling of her tits, she didn’t hold Carmen’s focus. Neither did Stacy or even the Seikogami masturbating to it all. It was the four feet of cock that stretched past Rachel’s head.

Now the pleasure struck her. Carmen hunched over, hands clapping hard on Rachel’s ass, and felt her toes curl as her balls rubbed against Stacy’s own massive pair. Only two occupied her sack, but on a whole other scale to before. Looking down and back, her balls stretched her scrotum such that it wrapped around Stacy’s cock to rest on her beanbag sized sack, large enough that she could smuggle a loveseat in them. Something slimy poked her cheek and brought her head swinging around to find the second biggest cock in her face.

“I’m sorry,” Ryuka panted, crimson eyes brighter than the sun outside, “Please let me fuck your face. I can’t cum without it. I can’t take it anymore. Please, Carmen?”

Rachel took that moment to orgasm as the newly massive shaft jerked her up and dropped her against Stacy. Semen erupted form between their bodies, while her pussy collapsed around Carmen and sprayed a bucket’s worth of juices in seconds. Then the geysers stopped. She tore her gaze from Ryuka to see that Stacy had aimed her tits at Rachel’s cocks, milk met jizz as they accepted one another and, just as it was written, the already hugely endowed futa’s chest rose. Ryuka’s dick pressed into her cheek, its sweet, earthy musk penetrating the pungent air of sex.

“Please?” Ryuka shook where she floated, balls seeming to weigh on her more and more. Carmen just chuckled.

“You’re a Goddess of Sex, Ryuka. You shouldn’t be so small minded.” With that, she bent over and lifted her rump as it would go, exposing her pucker and stretched out cunt. For a moment, she thought Ryuka might decline the blatant offer, but was quickly answered as the literal sex goddess crammed every facet of her forty-eight inch behemoth inside her unfilled ass. Carmen arched her back in response, projecting her tits forward and gasping as they were grabbed by the Seikogami. Milk gushed from her, as it would forever more.

“With me,” Carmen said and set a new, brutal rhythm of sticky claps that reverberated through her bones and brain. Stacy’s prick scraped along her womb and pussy, churning the semen and milk inside her belly, but it just didn’t compare to the divine shaft reaming her bowels. The head flared in reaction to each thrust, filling out to pull on each ridge along her anal walls. Both members stretched her skin past its theoretical limits.

“I’m gonna cum,” Stacy moaned, humping against her now, which helped slide Rachel to and fro. The redhead had long since fallen silent, mindlessly moving her hips and fucking the ever larger tits she rested on.

“Do it,” Carmen grunted and relaxed her pussy slightly, while upping the movement of her kegels. Her own thrusts jumped in ferocity. Were she completely human, her ass would end up bruised with the sky-splitting claps of her cheeks on Ryuka’s hips. Her balls slid across Stacy’s pair, each covered in sweat and pussy juice, while she did her best to make Rachel feel every inch of her monstrous cock. The redhead turned her head on a whim, hair strewn about and plastered in assorted fluids, but her eyes focused on Carmen with a weak, debauched grin. Stacy’s own expression mirrored.

She didn’t need to see Ryuka’s to know it was the same.

“Cum together,” Carmen snarled, digging her fingers into Rachel’s ass until she at last felt something other than fat, “Everyone fucking cum at the same time. Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me Stacy, while I cum in Rachel and she cums in your giant fucking tits! I don’t want anyone walking out here without wombs or boobs full of cum. So fucking do it!”

The foursome reached a fever pitch as every thrust blurred together and stopped. Hands dug into curves, milk dripped and spurted from nipples, and every pair of balls twitched before pulling tight against their respective futa and unleashed all hell. Rachel’s released first and doubled Stacy’s expansion until her tits were half the size of the bed she laid on, before she too exploded inside Carmen and filled her womb until it obscured Rachel from view.

Carmen almost didn’t feel it. Ryuka’s lips on her ear as she jerked and gasped in release, cock squirming inside her as if filled with snakes.

“You’ve no idea what holding back does to a Seikogami,” Ryuka said, “Our sperm grows and grows but the number doesn’t dwindle. We just make more and more and bigger and bigger.”

So, Carmen could do nothing but watch as her already fecund abdomen writhed with the largest sperm on Earth. Dozens the size of her arm filled her by the second and stretched her outward, big enough to fit the two futanari below her, then all four of them, and still it grew. A fresh flame sparked under her skin, then channelled into her belly and sexes. Her growth shuddered to an end and reversed, or rather was sucked out by her testicles, which took all they could into themselves.

While her belly didn’t shrink more than a foot, it didn’t grow either. Unlike Rachel’s as Carmen’s orgasm finally exploded inside her. Once Stacy was no longer visible, not even her monumental tits, she descended into ecstasy’s white abyss.

“I had five cocks last week, three just before that, then three again, and now one giant dick,” Carmen stood before her mirror, looking over the changes to her frame. Her belly had already reverted back to a ‘normal’ state, though still resembled a long-suffered pregnancy with decuplets, but it would shrink soon enough, though it didn’t stand out nearly the same way her new tits and member did. Thanks to her lapse in control around Stacy, her nipples were huge, dark and leaking, capping the genuine mountains she possessed. Easily twice the size of a basketball each.

Her sheathed cock hung past her knees, despite arching around her pert sack that shamed a beanbag chair. It’s size was enough for the base to fill out her entire groin, spanning from hip to hip. They hadn’t grown to her slight dismay. Even with her outrageous figure before hand, her new breasts gave her a far top-heavier silhouette. Oddly enough, the single cock looked almost too simple to her.

The glow of her eyes flashed and she groaned as a peculiar sensation overcame her. Like sucking her stomach in, though it was focused in her genitals, then it mixed with a similar feeling as blowing out a long-held breath. When it ended though, she found three familiar shapes hanging from her crotch, along with her crowded sack once more.

“So, that’s something I can do, I suppose,” Carmen mused and looked to Ryuka in the background, “Can your kind do this too?”

“Not without the Futa Note,” Ryuka said and flew over, hands roaming across the ‘human’, “You said the book merged part of its essence with you?”

“A millionth, yes.”

“And you can do this?” Ryuka beamed and nuzzled into her cheek, “Carmen Robins, I think you’d make a perfect Seikogami just as you are.”

“I’m not done with my humanity just yet,” Carmen said and fluffed up her hair, “But perhaps I’ll change my mind someday. Are they presentable yet?” She stepped from her closet and looked to the bed, where she’d left Stacy and Rachel to recover.

“Stacy is fine, just needs a little rest, Rachel might need a teensy bit more time.”

During Ryuka’s pent up orgasm, Carmen’s anatomy had redirected most of it into her own balls. That, of course, meant it only had one final destination; Rachel’s womb. It swelled up enough to push Stacy away and off Carmen’s bed, which proved a godsend as the redhead kept growing in nearly all directions until the bed was like a child’s toy beneath her. If Ryuka hadn’t cut herself off early, then it very might’ve filled the entire room. Even after ten minutes, she was big enough to house a small car.

“How’re you feeling?” Carmen asked but didn’t get a response, so she flicked the deity’s nipple.

“Huh, what?”

“I asked how you’re feeling.”

“Oh, I thought you were talking to her,” Ryuka said and pointed to a still comatose Stacy, slumped against a wall on the floor, so Rachel could rest on her belly on the bed.

“You said you were pent up earlier. I figured you’d be masturbating constantly, or maybe finding random humans to seduce.”

“I… have had a lot on my mind lately. That’s all.”

“Hmm? Well, it felt amazing having you in my ass. Maybe if I’m ever pent up as well, we can do it again. And perhaps even more.”

Ryuka stared at her for several seconds, mouth opening and closing without a word. It almost looked as if she was starstruck. Or blushing. She gulped and finally seemed ready to speak, when Stacy came around. Carmen walked over to her, breasts sloshing the whole way from their new cargo.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just… wow!” Stacy giggled and pushed some hair from her eyes, “I know you have a magic book and everything, but I didn’t think it’d be so intense.”

“Bit of an understatement,” Carmen said and sat beside her, “Will the breasts get in your way at work?”

“Oh these, no,” Stacy said and patted her chest. The cum and excess milk had leaked out during her slumber, sparing her the mattress sized mammaries, but they were still enormous, exceeding Carmen’s own boggling set, “Well, doors might be a little tricky. But I’ll work it out.”

“Let me know if you need them smaller. Last thing I want is to ruin your life with giant boobs.”

“That’s sweet, but we both know that’s not what you want to do.”

“You have no idea,” Carmen said, doing her best not to stare. Last thing she needed was a repeat when her mother and sister would be home soon, “So, how do you like Rachel?”

“She’s adorable, and I can tell she loves you. Very competitive. When you were too busy pounding us, she kept whispering to me how she’d be your number one lover.”

“Oh? And you’re not threatened by that?”

“It’s not a contest. I have you and that’s enough. Although… I might get a little spirited myself. Might get my nipples fucked more often just to keep you interested.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Carmen said and pulled her in, “I’ll always love you both.”

“What if I want to? What if I truly want my tits to get so big I can’t leave the house?”

“Just say the word,” Carmen breathed, imagining Stacy imprisoned by her breasts, hers to look after and breed on a whim, “And I’ll make it happen.”

“Take it slow. I can grow into it. Besides, we still need to go out on dates. We only had the one before.”

“True. Okay then, I won’t make your tits swell up so you can never leave my room. Yet.”

“Perfect.”

“What about me?” Rachel asked, looking down on them from her belly, “Can I have the tits then?”

Twenty minutes later, Carmen’s family returned home from a visit to her mother’s new friend, Samantha. Melody was tired after playing with her dogs, which naturally led to her announcing they’d be getting a puppy soon, on the condition that she help look after it. A contract she was all too happy to make.

“Then Cody, that’s the Rottweiler, jumped for the ball and missed! It bounced off his head and he made this really silly look like ‘oh noooooo’,” Melody giggled, perched on Carmen’s lap. She was dressed as decently as was possible, though her only option for a top was one of the spares Stacy bought with her. So considerate, Carmen thought with a smile.

“That’s hilarious,” Carmen said, then their mother walked into the living room and plopped next to them on the couch, smiling at the pair, “Hey, Supergirl, mind going up to your room? Mom and I need to talk about something boring.”

“I like boring!” Melody chirped.

“Trust me, you don’t. Don’t worry, it’ll only take a bit, then I’ll come play, alright?”

“Okay,” the young girl pouted and hopped off, “But I’m definitely naming the puppy Sparkle-Sunshine-Lollipop.”

“What about… Stitch?”

Melody grimaced, “What? No. Only if it’s an alien.” With that, she charged upstairs. Once her door clicked shut, Carmen looked to her mother.

“So, uh, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” Alicia leaned forward, her expression the kind of concern only a parent could manage. After the stuff with Gretchen and what happened afterwards, she couldn’t blame her.

“It’s nothing dangerous,” Carmen said. She’d explained most of what happened as best she could, omitting the Futa Note and the strip club of course, but it was enough that Alicia understood how serious it could’ve been, “I’m fine. Honest. It’s just… you know my girlfriend? Rachel?”

“Yeah.”

“Um…”

“Oh god, did you break up?”

“No! Nothing like that. It’s just… there’s someone else too.”

“Baby, you can’t cheat on her.”

“I’m not. But I do love the other person too. So, uh, Rachel! Stacy! Come down!”

In under a minute, they were joined by her two lovers. One a petite, wonderfully stacked redhead her age, and the other a stunning older brunette with possibly the biggest chest in history. They took a chair each, though Stacy struggled to fit into hers. Neither of their clothes hid the fact they were futanari.

“Mom, this is Stacy, and Rachel. My girlfriends.”

Chapter 58 - First Day Back at School

Her first week back at school warranted several inquiries as to her reasons. Carmen gave the same answer; she was overwhelmed and needed time away. Principal Blake stopped asking when she gave that answer for what felt like the hundredth time. Make up tests were required, likely to make sure she was still a top student, one that could be marketed as a success story. Of course, her change in wardrobe incited the tests as well. What honour student with straight As dressed so audaciously?

Not that it was entirely her decision to have a foot of cleavage on display. Nor to flash everyone her muffin topped ass cheeks. Everything in her closet was undersized on her frame. Shopping was high on her list, however regaining a semblance of normalcy came first, a far more trying challenge than she cared to admit. The tests weren’t hard, neither were the classes, but her changed body gave a whole new obstacle. One she rarely dealt with even just a few months prior.

And one that demanded attention every lunch break. That being her libido. Without fail, her cocks twitched and ached to be free during a lecture. Sometimes, she understood the reason. Most girls in Saint Puella, even after it’s alterations, were vapid creatures, obsessed with their looks and how best to flaunt them. She was surrounded by them all day, even if they didn’t compare to the futanari in her life. Other times, though, her urges struck without warning.

Such an instance led her to grab Mary and Ashley from the cafeteria and drag them into the nearest vacant restroom. Just two futanari wouldn’t satisfy her, but it would be enough to quell her urges for a while longer at least. That’s what she told herself as she railed Ashley’s ass and listened to an already inflated Mary fellate the plumper futa’s dick-nipples.

Of the futanari at school, they were her favourites aside from Rachel. Mary’s four tits just kept growing, acting as suitable toys for her plethora of tentacles, two of which plunged into Ashley’s cunt alongside Carmen’s biggest prick. The other cocks probed her ass deep, stretching the tight hole wide and straining her abundant cheeks. Ashley’s central prick plugged Mary’s snatch, keeping the gallons of semen trapped inside her fecund abdomen.

Carmen dug her fingers deep into Ashley’s rear and hammered on. Each thrust was punctuated by the echoing slap of flesh, and the visceral slurp and squelch of the holes she carved out. Her own tits leapt from the impacts, milk flew everywhere, the enlarged containers already at their limit. She’d drunk too much of Stacy’s milk in the past two weeks, her own production almost a match for the matronly futa. Just thinking of her sent trills along Carmen’s pussy and into her testes.

All six gurgled and pulled against her crotch. Her next orgasm was near. Hopefully one that would placate her ridiculous desires for the rest of the day. After that, she could grab Rachel, maybe Dakota, head to the Adams’ house and fuck until dinner. Leah hadn’t so much as sucked her dick since the big reunion orgy. All the more reason to go over.

“You ready, Ashley?”

“Hmph! Fuck yes… I’ll cum with you. Blow me up while I dump a load in this blonde slut,” Ashley grunted, bucking against her and Mary’s pricks, which upped their intensity, “Don’t be like that. You’re a slut, we all know it. A dirty, hmm, knocked up, oooh yeah, cum dump!”

Mary’s tendrils jerked and released their load. The warm sludge bloated Ashley’s womb and bathed Carmen in its heat, triggering her climax as well. She bore down on the futa and slammed into her with enough force to leave bruises in her wake, ones that all her sluts wore like badges of honour, like they were a sign of Carmen’s love. But it wasn’t exactly love with most of them. She liked them all, fucked them on a regular basis, but love was reserved for Rachel and Stacy. And her family, though that was a different matter.

The honour student growled her release to avoid calling attention. The sound reverberated off the bathroom stall, seemed to vibrate down to her very core, like a wild animal warning off an interloper. It couldn’t be further from the truth as she hugged Ashley’s soft belly and felt it bellow out, forcing her grip to move to her monumental breasts. She hadn’t emptied for almost a week, which left her struggling with doors. Not that it’d be a problem anymore as every drop of backed up cum emptied down Mary’s willing gullet.

“That should do it for now,” Carmen sighed as the final dollops fell on Ashley’s quivering ass. She chose to cum once more just for good measure, though the bell had rung thirty seconds ago. It just wasn’t worth the risk, “Will you guys be alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Mary said, muffled beneath her girlfriend’s limp body, “She’ll be up and cumming in a few.”

“Okay. Well, thanks for the help.” Carmen pulled her sweater back on, though it barely functioned as a crop top, and yanked her cargo pants over her hips. Between her cocks, balls and ass, they didn’t have much room to breathe.

“It was our pleasure.”

“Always is,” Carmen grinned and headed for class. She was only a couple minutes late, however that was enough for one Vivian Lint to take umbrage with her. It could also have been the fact that her cocks hadn’t fully softened. Everyone could see her endowments. Many girls focused exclusively on them, others were more coy about it.

Vivian was no exception, even as she glared, “Nice of you to join us, Miss Robins. Now take your seat before I send to Mrs. Blake.”

“Sure,” Carmen shrugged. Vivian was brought on a couple months ago to assist in getting everyone ready for college, a futile effort really, since most students had no intention of higher education. Their plans were to marry rich, divorce young and coast by until their looks waned. Really, Carmen wasn’t much different anymore. The idea of archaeology to discover more about Seikogami and their influence on the world had lost interest, replaced by a far more incessant desire. She really was becoming like Ryuka, whether she liked it or not.

Vivian scowled but returned to reading from her textbook. It was English Lit, analysing themes from such classic stories as Pride and Prejudice, which held exactly zero interest for Carmen. At least the teacher had a pleasant, if sharp British accent, the kind that held attention. Shame about the rest of her.

Wasted potential suited the ‘specialist’ tutor. Breasts on par with any normal student in the room, nice and perky, despite her dowdy shirts efforts, paired with a misshapen ass that just needed a few weeks in the gym to shape up. Carmen hated that she judged this woman off her body, though it was hard to find redemption in her personality. If it were a terrain, Vivian’s was a marsh comprised of different shades of brown with a single log standing at its centre.

It’d be so easy to help her. She was smart enough, nothing she said was necessarily wrong, however everything else needed a change. Carmen stared at her, eyes half-lidded as she pondered just what kind of body would suit this dowry teacher. Maybe a bimbo in everything but intellect? Yes, that would do. Tits the size of hers, a genuine bubble butt, huge nipples too and lips a dick could lay on forever. Why stop there?

Between classes, she often had something in her mouth. Never a cigarette, so either an oral obsession, or a recovering smoker. The former was more appealing, because in that case maybe she’d appreciate extra stimulation. Of course, the personality needed the most work. An oral infatuation with dick would suit her best, the kind that she couldn’t ignore beyond a single class. It’d cause her to slip up, show some actual humanity, rather than her constant robotic recital of lines she’d spoken a thousand times before.

And give Carmen the perfect chance to fuck her.

“No, no, no,” Carmen muttered as her overwhelmed pants struggled more, her flagging erections resurging at her impetuous thoughts. None of her friends were in this class and she doubted any of the girls would willingly help her out, though she could seduce them into it easily. Several of her classmates were always staring at her, even when she sat down and obscured her crotch from view. Those ones would leap at a chance.

She couldn’t do that. It was one thing to fantasise about something, but to abuse her inhuman sensuality on plain women like them stepped too far. Of course, the Futa Note was always an option. She kept it on her person at all times, both afraid to have it stolen again, and just in case. Any actual reason eluded her, the only possible explanation being an assault or a friend asking for additional changes. What a blatant lie.

It was for times like these. Even if she refused to cave in, the urge was omnipresent. Just walking into a room, seeing the otherwise plain girls gathered around, tested her resolve. Now more than ever as she ruminated over how best to excuse herself and find relief before she went a step too far. Maybe she should’ve made it so Rachel could walk in, suck her off, and have no one question it. No, then she’d miss her class. What about Leah? She had work. One of the strippers, but she didn’t know where they lived exactly. It could take an hour for them to arrive.

Her own name was a possibility. Gretchen’s use of a pen made sure she had to write another entry for herself, but a new cock didn’t mean much anymore, and with it she could change everyone’s perception of her so they didn’t care if she jerked off in front of them all and showered the room in cum. Such thoughts weren’t new. They came whenever she was tested by her own arousal.

Carmen raised her hand, fingers twitching, “May I be excused?”

“You arrive tardy to my class and expect to leave ten minutes in? I think not, now put your hand down.” Ten minutes? It had only been ten minutes! Classes lasted almost an hour each. She’d lose all control by the end. Just because one teacher wouldn’t let her go.

Altering her personality wouldn’t be enough. She had to learn the struggles Carmen dealt with herself. After a week with the same libido, then Vivian could sympathise. The honour student slouched and pinched the bridge of her nose; was she really thinking of revenge for something so pathetic? And she thought Gretchen was petty.

“Excuse me?” Rachel’s voice came from the door as it creaked open.

“Yes, Miss Adams?”

“I need a partner for a project but everyone else is taken. Even the teacher. Is it alright if Carmen helps me out, please?” Rachel asked, the most polite she’d ever been, and a far cry from her attitude during sex. With her casual smart attire and hair brushed back, she even appeared to be a model student, more so than Carmen. All that broke the illusion was her abundance of curves, though her clothes still fit better.

Vivian sighed, “I suppose. You need all the help you can get.”

Carmen powered to the exit, not giving anyone a chance to see her hardening members. She followed her lover for a few feet, before pinning her against the wall.

“You’re a lifesaver, you know that?” Carmen said, kissing her deep and hard, cocks swelling as the distance between their heads furthered.

“I figured you needed a hand.” Rachel’s clothes didn’t become baggy on her frame, kept snug by the familiar swelling of her curves. Her button-up shirt popped a button as her tits burgeoned, forming a diamond window for her cleavage, “Now come on and fuck my face.”

“Gonna need something more than that,” Carmen said and freed her erections. Since the reformation of Saint Puella, few people wandered the halls, much less on that floor since the restrooms were below. Long as they were quick, no one would spot them. With her cocks unleashed, Carmen lifted Rachel and slid them under her shirt, up between her staggering boobs. The flat heads emerged, with her centre dick’s plume of spines flaring out. It quickly seated itself in Rachel’s mouth, while the other two were stroked by puny hands.

Their time was short and fuelled by necessity over anything. Carmen focused on cumming within just a few minutes, a stark relief after the struggle in class. Of course, it left a mess, however Rachel was more than eager to clean it up.

“What about class?” Carmen asked while her favourite redhead licked her cocks clean of cum and milk.

“It’s fine. I said I had diarrhoea, shouldn’t expect me back for a little bit more.”

“I can’t believe you,” Carmen chuckled and shook her head.

“Like I said, I figured you needed a hand. Or boobs in this case,” Rachel said with a jiggle of her jizz covered chest, “Good thing I brought spare clothes.”

“You’re really prepared.”

“Gotta be when you’re my girlfriend. I know what you’re like.”

“True,” Carmen fixed her own clothes, making sure nothing was out of place. The last thing she needed was Vivian finding something else to attack her about. She seemed like the type of woman to escalate things over several minor, perceived infractions. If she, or Carmen’s libido, didn’t calm down in the next few weeks, something might have to be done about her. She couldn’t afford another blot on her record.

Why? Carmen needed a flawless record for her future, one that was irrecoverably twisted into sprawling knots, which only had one definitive outcome of a huge family as her lovers birthed her many, many children. Nothing else even registered as possible. Doctor, lawyer, archaeologist, even something simple as her own accounting firm seemed too far a stretch when all her body and mind craved was more pleasure. At best she’d be Stacy’s business partner, but it was only the desire to be human that kept her sane.

“I’d better head back before Lint has an aneurysm,” Carmen said and left her love to her joyous task.

The moment Carmen walked back into the classroom, Vivian was on her, “You will stay behind after school. We need to discuss your behaviour.”

Carmen sighed, “Can we do it tomorrow? I have plans tonight.”

“No, we can’t. If you don’t show up, I’ll inform your parents exactly what you get up to during class.”

Carmen doubted her mother was unaware her oldest daughter was anything but a virgin, however she couldn’t worry her over something so simple. She acquiesced and notified Rachel, stating her intention of making up for it in droves tomorrow. Even without the sisters, she’d make do that evening. If Vivian watched her in the hall, then she’d do it again, and threatening to inform Alicia was a step too far. Carmen’s mother didn’t need to concern herself any further.

That was the whole reason Carmen took Ashley’s fortune. The reason she was honest about Rachel and Stacy. And why she kept the Futa Note secret.

“So, what’s this about?” Carmen asked after the day ended and the other students headed home. With Autumn in effect, the sun was on already on the retreat, bathing the plain room in fire and shadows. Vivian’s desk was at the front of course, her upright figure casting a distorted silhouette. Either a toothpick or e-cigarette stuck out from her lips. She pulled it out and gestured to the nearest seat opposite hers.

“Take a seat,” she said, “You’re a bright student. I’ve seen the reports. Beyond the absences, you were top in the school, in the country I’d say, so then why are you so engaged in such illicit activities?”

“I have three penises,” Carmen explained, already bored by the reasoning. She was still top of the country, in more ways than just her GPA, so why did this bother Vivian, “And a fully functional vagina. Imagine the hell that plays with your libido.”

“Yes, I understand that, but surely you can control yourself in my class.”

“Don’t take it personally. It happens in everyone’s classes. Although,” Carmen leaned forward, only a little, but enough for her breasts to squish into her lap, “It does get harder with you around.” As she spoke, she leered directly at Vivian’s chest, the most redeeming quality about her. At the same time, she focused with her eyes, willing the Aura Ryuka exhibited to manifest. Perhaps it was coincidence, but Vivian’s breathing deepened.

“Y-yes, well… I’d appreciate it if you would keep it between classes.”

“What if I can’t? The other teachers don’t understand either. They might not be as kind as you are,” Carmen lied, “They could stop me from relieving myself, then I’d be so pent up during your class. Who knows what could happen?”

“I sincerely doubt they’d…”

“I’d need help,” Carmen leaned further, “Someone with more experience than me or my friends, to make sure I don’t bother the other students. Could you help me, Vivian?” The teacher’s lips moved like a fish, eyes shaking as if torn over whether to look or not, “If it was you, then the other teachers couldn’t say anything. You’re far more qualified than them.”

“I-I am, yes. But what you’re proposing, is… illegal. You’re very attractive, Miss Robins, however there are rules for just this reason, and I can’t… I can’t….” Carmen let her legs spread as she reclined in her seat, arching her chest and projecting her hips forward so her sexes pressed against her pants, pressuring them to the brink.

“It wouldn’t be a relationship, more a symbiosis. You help me and I help you.”

“With what?”

“Whatever you’re struggling with. Professional work, personal troubles, deeply personal issues, I can do it all.”

“This is… I don’t need your help.”

Carmen didn’t push further. It wasn’t a lack of words that kept her silent, but the strange behaviour of the shadows behind Vivian. They moved, despite the clear path of sunlight into the classroom, more than that, they crowded the older woman, moulded to her shape, then changed it, much how Carmen daydreamed earlier. Her bag was suddenly heavy on her shoulder as the darkness danced in sensuous rhythms, almost beckoning to her. No, pleading for her.

“Okay,” Carmen said, more to the nagging sensation that urged her to make the shadows real, “Let me just make a plan then.” She pulled the book out, unclipped the pencil from the cover, and transcribed what she saw with a few intuitive additions. This wasn’t a simple fantasy, more like the world itself dictated how best to change Vivian. Or it was her deeper urges.

Either seemed plausible as she finished and waited out the usual forty seconds. Vivian frowned at her, inhaled to speak, but only released a low sultry moan. No time frame or catalyst dictated her growth, instead it was quick bursts that ballooned her chest and tore her shirt open. Already well endowed for a normal human, Vivian’s breasts expanded to a dozen times their former selves. Not far behind, her lacklustre rump caught on and bellowed sideways and backward until she matched Stacy in thickness.

“What… is…” her speech became slurred as her lips followed the trend, swelling until they dominated her lower face, so thick and juicy only a glimpse of her chin was visible. Another moan parted them and allowed her tongue to flop out, easily a foot long and still going. Its growth only stopped once it could reach her nipple, more than enough length to wrap around even Carmen’s cock. She wasn’t done, however enough happened for the arousal to take hold.

What Carmen perceived as an oral fixation had developed to an addiction. Vivian’s pupils receded to pinpricks as she eyed the student’s crotch, then dilated to fill her iris when Carmen pulled her pants down. The instant her cocks were exposed, already pushing from their sheaths, Vivian was on her, covered only by tattered remains of clothing. Thin strips of her dress pants squished out the new fat on her thighs, while a convenient hole allowed her own, lesser prick to breathe.

Carmen stood as her ‘superior’ knelt, “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes. It feels so good,” Vivian slurred, her lips no longer suitable for coherent speech. They had a whole new, simpler purpose, which Carmen made use of as she aimed her biggest dick.

“It gets better. Open wide.” The older futa did and shuddered as her lips stretched like a virgin cunt around Carmen’s monstrous cock. Its smaller compatriots throbbed against her cheeks, prompting her to reach up and stroke them, however her focus was on the main shaft and its entry down her throat. Shock registered on Vivian’s face, then diluted beneath a tide of pleasure. Her tongue writhed under Carmen’s shaft, bucking against each nub as it slid across.

Even among all the others, this was a fast turnaround. Most took a few minutes to process what happened to them unless specified not to, yet Vivian was more than eager to shove her face toward Carmen’s groin, throat and lips bulging obscenely with a cock almost as thick as her waist. Her hands worked at the drier pair.

But this wasn’t even close to her full potential.

“Hold your tits up, nipples toward me,” Carmen ordered and her own lips shift into a deformed smirk. She really did it. Where the teats should be, instead were another set of mouths with lips half the size of those above. They grinned up at her, then opened wide, revealing toothless maws. Carmen reared back to take proper aim, horse cocks lined up with the obscene targets, then slammed forward and buried every inch of her masculinities inside. Her balls jostled in their sack and smacked Vivian’s stomach, knocking the air from her lungs. She couldn’t breathe anymore with her airway completely plugged.

Yet Carmen offered no respite as she sawed to and fro. She was slow at first, finding her rhythm, then ramped toward a vicious tempo. Every gag from the once authoritative figure was muffled by cock and her own lips. Her tongue wriggled out from under Carmen’s girth and spiralled around it, forming another layer of pleasure. First her cock pushed past the largest lips on earth, then through a undulating ring, down a tight hole and even snugger passage, before diving into Vivian’s stomach. The same was true of her equine members as they pushed deeper into the mouth-nipples and followed the unnatural path to her belly.

Throughout it all, Vivian kept cumming. Her pecker jerked and spewed jizz between Carmen’s feet, likewise, her pussy soaked through the remnants of her clothes and dripped into a puddle between her knees. She occupied her hands with her own tits, squeezing them around the cocks, even as her extra mouths slurped on them. Pre-cum gushed from Carmen’s cocks, filling all available space in her belly and swelling it into a pleasant bump. Nothing but an appetiser, almost offensive against Carmen’s true capabilities.

“Better get ready,” Carmen said, grabbing Vivian’s now blonde locks and fucking her face harder, “You’re about to eat more cum than you ever dreamed of.”

Vivian moaned and clenched with her tongue, swallowing as best she could. Spit and pre-cum streamed from all her lips, worked to a froth that squelched and sloshed with each thrust. Thick veins pulsed across Carmen’s lengths, which swelled in preparation. Her balls pulled tighter, gurgling louder than the oral reaming, while her tits spurted milk in their own excitement. Just a few more thrusts.

“Take,” Carmen punctuated it by yanking Vivian’s head down, “It,” this time she pulled her back a foot and slammed into her face, “All!” For the finale, she combined the two. Vivian’s lips splashed against her crotch from the sheer amount of slime leaking, while Carmen cried out at the blissful sensation of semen rushing up her shafts. The best part of her length wasn’t just the sheer velocity she built with each thrust, or how many nerves stretched across their surface, but the pleasure of feeling her cum travel. It was quick yet agonising as she tracked its progress.

Then it was at her peaks and forced her urethras wide to unleash dozens of gallons. With all her dicks buried in Vivian, they only had one destination; the stomach. Already plump with pre, it bellowed out and eclipsed the educator’s knees in moments, then kept going. Bathtubs worth of jizz filled it, encroaching on enough to saturate a small swimming pool. With the lips clamped on her, not a drop escaped, but it did collect in Vivian’s primary mouth. Her cheeks bulged like a lurid chipmunk.

Eventually it had to go somewhere and finally found release through her nose. Just a trickle, however, did nothing against the flood. Vivian’s once trim gut continued its tirade past her knees, shoving her cock down and grinding it into the floor, all while it kept spewing its own meagre loads. Her swollen cheeks shifted between shades of red, darkening as her air was depleted and cum worked into her lungs. Carmen only pulled out when her eyes rolled back.

A final rope from each cock doused the teacher. Dribbles splattered against her stomach, which gradually decreased as her mouths oozed its contents. She fell back, hips raised by her much firmer ass, and might as well have been a beach whale for how big she was and how little she moved. Carmen wiped off the residual spit and semen on Vivian’s tattered clothes, then redressed.

“Behave yourself tomorrow, and I just might fuck your ass. Trust me, you’ll want that.”

Vivian sputtered, spouts of cum flying from her mouths, “Yes… thank you.”

Carmen lingered outside the door for a moment. None of her lovers, beside Rachel, had explicitly thanked her for any of their transformations. They enjoyed them, of course, but they never said it to her face. What made Vivian different? Her personality, the circumstances, Carmen’s own mindset… or was it that impulse? Everything Carmen wrote didn’t feel like something she necessarily craved. Yes, she wanted to make Vivian’s lips and curves bigger with a far greater oral focus, but she hadn’t considered mouths for nipples before.

Even the newly turned futa hadn’t reacted negatively to them. Not a hint of shock, like she was living a dream. Her dream.

“Was I writing out her desires?” Carmen mused. She needed to test it further. Which meant changing someone else sooner rather than later. A twinge of lust stirred her cocks once more. There was still time for her to catch Stacy after her shift.