Re: Futa Note (Re-Write) - by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 30 - Stacking Disasters

What was she thinking?! With her dick, clearly, but that shouldn’t have made such a decision for her. Regardless, she sat in Rachel’s home, opposite Leah on the couch and desperate not to peek as the buxom futa milked herself. She assumed it’d seem strange to complain, since the book had made it normal to everyone but her. The fact Rachel didn’t bat an eye at her half-naked, fully erect sister lactating from her four breasts, confirmed it for her.

Carmen crushed her cock between her legs. She hadn’t thought of Leah’s transformation with a level head, nor had she expected multiple pairs of boobs to excite her, yet they did. Oh god, they made her throat dry. The milk was thicker than Stacy’s and almost double the amount. Was it possible to bathe in it? She hunched slightly, hoping discomfort would stop the erection.

“Need any help?” Carmen asked of Rachel, who mostly stayed in the kitchen.

“No, it’s alright. It’s mostly done anyway. Leah, can you hurry up and finish?”

“You know pretty girls makes me produce more,” Leah said and winked at Carmen.

“No, they don’t,” Rachel sighed, “Come on, let’s leave Cow-Tits to her business.”

“Aww, don’t go. Maybe she’d like a fresh glass?” Leah nodded to the two gallon jugs at her feet, each half-full and rising.

“N-no, I’m good,” Carmen said and beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen. The family had a small table in there to her relief, so she could collapse and shroud her burgeoning hardness. Rachel came in soon after, shaking her head.

“Sorry about her. Something about being double gendered makes her act stupid,” she said and went to the stove, where a simmering pot of bolognese and spaghetti bubbled away. At Carmen’s stare, she offered a shrug, “Nothing special, but it’s pretty quick.”

“Don’t worry about it. It smells great,” Carmen said. The last time she cooked was using crap from tins and outdated packages, but this was fresh, she could tell by the smell. It lacked the plastic taint she was familiar with. A timer went off and Rachel drained her pasta, muscles blooming across her dainty arms.

“Help yourself,” Rachel put the pots down alongside plates and cutlery, spoons and tongs at the ready.

“Do you cook often?” Carmen asked as she ate, herbs and spices crackling along her tongue. It was delicious, just as the scent prescribed.

“When Mom and Dad are away. Which is, like, every weekend at least.”

“Must be hard,” Carmen said, wondering how she’d handle someone like Leah in a confined space.

“Not really. I’d prefer to get pampered, like a certain someone, but can’t really complain.”

“I’m not pampered,” Carmen said.

“Not you. I heard about what your family went through a while back. I meant Gretchen,” Rachel said, which roused Carmen’s curiosity.

“What about my family?” She’d research everything later. It was frustrating to feel like an amnesiac.

“You know? Your dad and all…” Rachel diverted her eyes, “Are you feeling alright? I don’t think I’d forget something like that.”

“No, sorry. It’s just been so long I… I guess it never really crosses my mind. It’s been eight years already,” Carmen mused under her breath, and again wondered about her path in life. Success didn’t mean a thing when she was a millionaire, or perhaps she needed it more now. Last thing she wanted was to be remembered for nothing but having wealth.

“What’re you going to do? For college and work I mean?” Carmen asked.

“No idea,” Rachel shrugged and slurped up a strand. She smirked, “Or maybe I’ll just marry you. That’d set me up for life.”

Carmen snorted, almost choking on a mouthful, “I don’t think you’d want someone like me.”

“Why not? So you have some weird fetish diary thing, big deal. I’ve seen and read worse.”


“Online,” Rachel rolled her eyes and her lips turned mischievous, a fitting look for her, “I’ll send you some links. You got Facebook?”




“Please tell me you have a phone at least.”

“Yeah, but it’s kind of old,” Carmen said and produced the same device she’d used before writing Ashley’s name.

“Okay, we’re going out again tomorrow. I’m updating your tech. What’s your laptop?”

“Dunno. Someone was throwing it away so I took it instead.”

“But you’re rich?!”

Carmen giggled at the redhead, whose face reflected the gears turning over and clanking to try and justify such a thing. It hadn’t occurred to Carmen to update her belongings. Clothes without holes are a necessity, of course she would buy those, but the latest technologies weren’t. Her phone worked, as did her laptop. They were slow, yes, though they functioned. However, maybe it was time she indulged in something non-sexual.

The night continued with Rachel explaining different models to Carmen. Statistics that meant nothing to her, such as what graphics certain parts were capable of - did it matter as long as the screen showed the required information? - and why a lightning fast response time made all the difference. For a short time, Carmen marvelled at a world of knowledge she’d neglected. It didn’t interest her the same way it did Rachel, but she was swept into her exuberance.

It was approaching midnight before Carmen realised how long she’d spent there. The sun had long expired, its light replaced by bulbs and the moon. She hadn’t noticed. When she would stay up studying she felt every second of the hour, yet it seemed to have poured past her.

“I should go,” Carmen said once she’d helped clean up the plates. The leftovers were boxed and put away to be used another day.

“I’m almost sad you have to,” Rachel said and walked her to the door, “But the view is nice.” She added when Carmen bent down to put her shoes back on. The honour student blushed and righted her posture, turning around, “That doesn’t change much.”

Carmen sighed. To be desired was the price of owning a Futa Note, she was used to the stares, but she didn’t mind Rachel gazing at her. She had kinder eyes than the men, which cowed the rampant lust recognised from her friends, and a hint of unavoidable jealousy.

“So, tomorrow?” Carmen asked.

“I’ll meet you at the mall. 12 o’clock, don’t be late. ” Rachel said.

“I’ve never been tardy in my life.”

“First time for everything.”

“See you.”

“Yeah,” Rachel said and closed the door, leaving Carmen to the false lights surrounded in shadows as she headed to the bus stop. She stopped when the house opened again and Rachel rushed out, “Wait. Here.” She handed her a massive bra.


“You shouldn’t use tape. It can crush your lungs. And you’re too hot to hide it anyway.” Underneath a street lamp, Rachel’s pallid cheeks were bleached, then rapidly darkened as she retreated. But, again, she returned, stood on her tip toes and pulled Carmen’s head down. Her lips pecked the taller girl’s cheek, then she was gone. For good it seemed.

“Thanks,” Carmen said to the void. In private darkness, she put the bra on and marvelled at how well it fit her, like it was custom made. Her breasts were accentuated in the garment, and they didn’t bounce as much.

Back home, Alicia was still awake in the living room, book in her lap and a cup of wine in hand. She beamed as Carmen entered.

“So, how was your date?” Alicia inquired, leaning forward.

“Um, it was nice…” Carmen shifted from foot to foot under her gaze, unsure of what she expected.

“What did you do?” Alicia asked and tapped the chair beside her.

“I’m tired, Mom. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“I hope they’re nice at least,” Alicia relented.

“Yeah, she is.” Carmen started up the stairs, froze and looked at her mom. That wasn’t supposed to come out, not now. She hadn’t prefaced it with anything to soften the reveal either. For several seconds that dragged into minutes, she just stared, until Alicia came and rubbed her shoulder.

“It’s alright, Honey. You go sleep and we’ll talk more in the morning.”

“You… it’s okay?” Carmen asked.

“I’ve had my suspicions for a while now.” Alicia smiled and headed into the kitchen.

Carmen walked, numb, into her room and sat down. Exhaustion pulled her under the sheets, the pillow cradled her head. She tried staying awake, to sift through the day and all its strangeness, but sleep forced her thoughts into silence. It didn’t last for long. In her dreams, her subconscious had free reign, as did something she wasn’t sure belonged.

She found herself back in Rachel’s house, the details foggy, but Rachel herself was crystal clear. They were sat on the couch and naked. Strange, Carmen thought, as she didn’t know what Rachel looked like, yet she expected this was accurate. The creamy complexion of her face poured across the rest of her, ending at her dusk pink nipples. She appeared even slimmer without her clothes.

“This could’ve been tonight,” a voice said, one she dreaded. In a doorway was that gorgeous apparition, the one that all but forced her hand with Leah. It didn’t change shape, instead it maintained the resemblance of a Seikogami, except somehow larger. Just the creature’s presence exuded power now, unlike Ryuka. Was it really the Futa Note?

“Could be. All I know is that I exist in your subconscious mind, always below the surface, but there regardless. Now, why don’t we see just where the night could’ve gone? If you’d taken the book with you.”

The scene changed, Carmen was beneath Rachel, who straddled her naked thighs. She appeared so delicate, like a doll that needed soft hands lest it shatter. Rachel’s hands sank into Carmen’s tits, coaxing the nipples into stiffness, before she latched onto them one at a time. Sensation roared to life and snapped her cock into action. It pushed against Rachel’s vulva, hot and wet and inviting.

“No,” Carmen shook her head and willed the dream to stop. It did, but the scene remained the same, as if paused, “This isn’t me.”

“Hmm, you’re right. She needs something extra,” the entity said and Rachel changed. She shrank against Carmen, yet her curves exploded on her form, her ass in particular. It spread across Carmen’s legs, stretching toward her knees, while handfuls grew on her chest and stopped. Something hard, throbbing and swelling, pressed into her. A cock sprouted from Rachel’s crotch, extending between the honour student’s own breasts. It had to be almost half Rachel’s new height.

“Stop,” Carmen said, but it was a whisper again a hurricane of lust suddenly bellowing in her brain.

“My, that’s quite a sight. Let’s see her in full.” Rachel stayed in place, yet a double spawned from her and came to stand at Carmen’s side. Not much taller than four feet, yet with curves no self-respecting adult would possess. Her breasts weren’t that large by comparison, no more than D cups on her frame, but her ass and hips shamed her shoulders in width. To match her height, her face had softened and filled out into an adorable smile, contrasted by her horrific cock. It had to be two feet, maybe larger, and her balls hung past her knees.

“She looks too young,” Carmen said, trying to refuse the vision.

“But she’s not. You know that. She’s eighteen, a virgin, and oh so eager to take your cock,” the entity said, coming to sit beside Carmen, one breast falling into her lap with the frozen Rachel.

“This isn’t real.”

“Exactly, so why not enjoy it?”

“You’re trying to manipulate me,” Carmen said, anger creeping into her cheeks. The whole scene crackled like static on a TV.

“No!” The entity recoiled, face warping into anguish, “I’m trying to help you. For all that I’ve existed, I’ve been mired in your desires, all just begging to be unleashed. Those things you write, they’re just beginnings, the insignificant wants that sneak through cracks. There’s so much that wants to get out. Even this isn’t close to the things I’ve seen in your mind.”

“You’re wrong,” Carmen shoved Rachel aside - it dissipated into smoke - and stood over the entity, “It’s my mind. Whatever you think is inside it, isn’t real. I don’t want anything like this.”

“Then why are you so hard?” The entity reached out and cradled her erection.

“Because…” The touch was silk on her shaft, at once like a teasing breath and assertive squeeze.

“Face it,” the creature rose and pressed tight against Carmen, their bodies all but sliding into each other, “You deny yourself so much pleasure, for what?”

“I control what I want and what I do. Not these hormones.”

“They’re part of what you are. Open yourself up to something more. Your family is fine now, you’ve got friends, why not enjoy what you have? And what you have is a book that can bring all your fantasies to life. You’ve already sampled them.” At her words, Leah appeared as she had in the café, with all manner of obscenities added to her body.

“That’s what other people did, not me,” Carmen said.

“Oh, please. You know humanity is perverted, yet you wrote something like that. And you liked it, I know you did. You groped her in the bathroom, even ate her pussy. Now just imagine if you controlled that instead of random humans. What would you do?”

“Get out!” Carmen jerked in her bed. The Futa Note laid on her nightstand, unopened, while Ryuka hovered in the air. She checked the time and groaned; 2:43AM. Even if she fell back asleep, her alarm would trigger in a few hours, and she didn’t know what awaited her if she did. Despite what she’d said to that thing, it wasn’t wrong about her. She was erect, even in reality, with Rachel’s malformed body floating before her eyes. Her hand found the book and stayed there.

Rachel already liked her. Writing her name would amplify it and more. She’d be happy, free of Gretchen’s company, and she would belong to Carmen. No! That was her dick thinking. Her thoughts would be hers again once it calmed. Just had to get it down. She climbed from bed and shuffled to the bathroom, phallus shoving against her pyjamas. When did she undress? Ryuka must’ve changed her clothes, and without trying anything sexual either. The Seikogami could be helpful.

She didn’t sleep well the rest of the night. Closing her eyes brought that dream back, even if it didn’t return in the moments she drifted. Her libido handled that. If she dreamed, it was always sexual. Carmen awoke with an erection time and again, until she gave up and had a shower. Not a good start, but that would not define the day. The shower helped at least.

Her mom was in the kitchen, as if waiting for her to come down. Seeing her in the early light, bringing out the tint of greys in Alicia’s hair, only highlighted how different they’d become. Carmen had been a brunette like her for years, darkening from childhood into her teens, they’d had similar faces and eyes, but, after finding the Futa Note, all that had dissipated. Where her mother was svelte, her slight curves trophies of motherhood, Carmen was statuesque.

Once handfuls, her breasts now overflowed any palm, and her butt made anything except sweatpants a trial to wear. Carmen’s face had slimmed, while her lips pouted and her eyelashes thickened. Her irises had dulled too, no longer sharing the silver tinge of Alicia’s. A faint, crimson tone now tainted them. The brown hair was closer to black, and yet none of those changes alarmed her parent.

“Hey, Mom,” Carmen said, keeping the discomfort from her tone. She kept it concealed well, but being around her family, even Melody, terrified her. They made it clear how much she had changed.

“Morning, Sweetie,” Alicia said, smiling. Yet another difference between them. Hers was a furnace, warming everything in its range, but Carmen’s looked sensual no matter how she tried, “So… how long have you been gay?”

Carmen stumbled and caught herself, “Um, that was sudden.”

“I figured it’s best not to beat around the bush.”

“Yeah, agreed,” Carmen said and got some toast, while she cracked a few eggs to scramble. Once her breakfast was ready, she sat opposite her mother and took a deep breath, “It’s been a while.”

“That’s not very specific,” Alicia teased, “I suppose you’ve always known? Since you never had a boyfriend. A miracle for a girl like you, I’d say.”

“A girl like me?” Carmen asked.

“Do you see yourself?” Alicia chuckled, “You’re gorgeous, Carmen. Guess the good genes skip a few generations. You must’ve been fighting boys off.”

“Not really,” Carmen blushed. In whatever reality the Futa Note had made for her, she’d always been curvaceous. At least it hadn’t compromised her relationships.

“Have you had girlfriends before? I’m just curious.”

“Yes, I did, but it didn’t end well. She was a bitch,” Carmen said, offering a good-natured grin.

“And here I thought everything was all rainbows for gay people. And the new girl?”

“She seems nice. It’s, uh, a bit complicated.”

“Do I have to warn about safe sex? I mean, there’s no sperm or anything involved, so…”

“Mom! No, god…” Carmen lowered her head, cheeks boiling in embarrassment, then realised Alicia didn’t know about her cock. Why? The book could make Leah seem normal, and yet it left her own absurdity in the dark. She didn’t want it known, of course, however that seemed such an odd choice. Unless she influenced the book. Ryuka hadn’t followed her down, so she couldn’t gauge her reaction.

Melody broke into the room at a run. She tackled Carmen and looked up at her, face in an adorably angry pout.

“Where were you last night? I stayed up for you and everything!”

“Sorry, Supergirl. I got caught up. I’ll make it up to you later, promise.”

“You’d better,” Melody threatened, though her voice and face removed any intimidation. Carmen grinned at her sister and pulled her up to sit on her lap, the girl’s head leaning against breasts almost the same size as it. That seemed to placate her sister, who stole a piece of toast and egg.

“Melody!” Alicia reprimanded.

“What? She said she’d make it up to me.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get something to eat when I go out.”

“Oh?” Alicia forgot her younger child and cocked a brow at the oldest, “Another date?”

Carmen blushed and nodded, “Basically, yeah. She’s gonna help me update my phone and laptop.” The younger girl gasped.

“Does that mean I get your old ones?”

“Don’t you want newer models?” Carmen asked.

“I’ll be fine with yours. If they’re good enough for you, then they’re pretty much good enough for me,” Melody said, snickering. The older sibling rolled her eyes.

“Okay, oh exalted Melody, you shall have my phone and laptop, unworthy as they are.” Carmen giggled with her sister.

They finished breakfast and she returned to her room, where Ryuka lounged. The Seikogami made a show of stretching, showing off her curves and cock. As she turned to face Carmen, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Someone had interesting dreams last night,” Ryuka noted. She went ignored as Carmen sat down and studied the notebook.

“I need to know something. You said the Futa Note might be sentient to some extent, that it could manifest in my mind.”

“Yes, though I’m not sure about any of that. I just have a feeling sometimes.”

Carmen bit her lip and flipped through the Futa Note. Familiar empty pages faced her, yet now they seemed vacant, lonely, devoid of what they needed. Every blank line stared at and accused her of ignoring it. The thing really was messing with her mind. Carmen shut it and tossed the book to the foot of her bed.

“Could I influence it?” Carmen asked. Possibility dawned on her if that was the case. No more dreams, no more temptation. Perhaps its effects could be tuned, changed so it wouldn’t turn people into futanari. She could make herself smarter, the smartest in history. Or more. Why settle for simple brains, when power was an option, or both? Without any repercussions. Shut up!

“Whoa, no need to yell. It may be your thoughts, but it’s still loud,” Ryuka said, rubbing her temples.

“Sorry,” Carmen breathed. It couldn’t be used, regardless of whether she affected its powers; the temptation and moral degradation were too much. She just needed it to stay away from her dreams.

“Apology accepted. Now, for your question, I do not know. It’s possible, I’m sure, but even the Seikogami Queen doesn’t have the power to affect a Futa Note,” Ryuka said and came to tap her fingers over Carmen’s head, “If you can, then your mind must truly be something special. I can’t wait for you to finally let loose and show me all the things in there.”

“Well, it’ll be a long wait,” Carmen said and went about getting dressed for her date. That warmed her face. A second date, even if it was just going shopping, and so soon. She looked at the bra she’d borrowed from Leah and put it on. In the past weeks, she’d forgone the garment, deciding her breasts were perky enough, but there was something nice about it. The way the bra arched over her mounds, highlighting their curve and magnitude. And, though she would deny it, her nipples sliding against the cups was pleasant.

She threw on a shirt and loose jeans. With her body, it didn’t seem to matter what she wore, it all hugged her figure. Her jeans were large enough to hide the bulge to her relief. Shoes on, bag over her shoulder, and calm, Carmen started for the stairs. She stopped at her door, though. The Futa Note stayed on her bed, the title glaring at her.

“Just take it. You might get mugged and need the help.”

“No.” Carmen said and left it. Her bag felt light, like it didn’t exist, despite the weight of her phone and water bottle. The relief that should come with it hid from her. She ignored the nagging sense that it was wrong and got the bus. Minutes later and she arrived at the mall, a familiar wave of red hair waiting for her. Rachel didn’t know anything about her problems, nor was she enamoured like the others. Strangely, the redhead had become exactly what she needed after last night.

She banished the memory as Rachel spotted her. A smile pulled her lips up, copied by Carmen.

“Hey,” Rachel said and looked her up down, “You look… plain.”

“You look… cute.” That seemed an understatement. Rachel had her hair loose, flowing over her shoulders, chest and back, with a frilly, purple dress that hugged her petite frame. It ended above her knees, waving in the wind, and dipped low at the neck. She wore a black choker with a small pendant dangling over her collarbone. Her cheeks turned a brilliant red as she played with a lock of hair.

“Thanks, but I feel overdressed now.”

“Sorry. I don’t really think about fashion very often.”

“It’s okay, you look great in anything. But… I might know a few things that’ll look perfect.”

Clothes exhausted her. When she thought Rachel was satisfied, or had given up, another shirt would catch her eye, or a dress, or a pair of pants. Few fit properly, either made lewd by her curves, or unusable with her cock. A black dress shirt was all that Carmen deemed suitable, though Rachel pushed for her to buy a few other items, including a sheer dress that started too low and ended too high. The redhead was persuasive with a magnificent pout to rival Melody’s.

In the end, her backpack was weighed down by multiple articles that she would never wear. Unless she and Rachel went further than a kiss on the cheek. The thought roused last night’s dream, of what she could have done to the girl. Her cock stirred and received a sharp pinch from her thighs. Keep it together, Carmen thought and followed her date into an electronics store.

The timing was perfect. Most people had wandered away for lunch, leaving the shop calm but for a few murmurs in aisles. Rachel led her along a wall, where laptops were displayed, advertising their capabilities.

“What about this one?” Carmen asked, for the seventh time, and pointed to one she thought looked suitable.

“Absolute shit. I guarantee it’ll break after three weeks,” Rachel said with a sneer at the machine, “Stop pointing out the cheap stuff, not like it’ll make a dent for you.”

“I don’t like relying on my money,” Carmen said and palmed her wallet. It wasn’t her money. She’d taken it from Ashley’s family, but no one knew that. Even Ashley might have no idea that she was once in the top percentage of wealth.

“Right, right. Well, you’ve gotta spend money to get value. Like this, seven-hundred bucks, but it’ll hold out for a couple years. You could even play a few low spec games on it. Yeah, I know you don’t play any, but just in case. Besides, if this keeps up, I’ll get you into a few.”

Carmen sighed and shrugged, defeated, “Whatever you think is best.”

The excursion brought them to a new café, built just days ago. Warm décor and plenty of choices, from the fattening muffins, to energising coffee and sugary soft drinks, yet it all brought out a pit in Carmen. She’d heard about a place like this from Stacy, the few times she spent the night with her, it was always on the buxom woman’s mind. If she had the money, this is what Soothe the Soul would have been. But it had to be a coincidence.

“You okay?” Rachel asked. They were sat by a glass wall, watching people pass by. Several slowed to gawk at the way Carmen’s rear spread across the seat, almost spilling over, then hurried at Rachel’s scowl.

“Yeah, just reminds me of someone I knew,” Carmen said.


“How’d you know?”

Rachel shrugged, “Lucky guess. We can go somewhere else, if you’d like.”

“No, this is fine. I’m fine. It’ll pass.” At least, Carmen hoped it would. Even the smell was familiar, the atmosphere also, as if she’d stepped into an alternate reality, one where she could’ve been with Stacy. She’d have graduated, earned her degree and moved in together. This might’ve been their shop one day. With Carmen’s mind and Stacy’s warmth, no one could resist. Every night, she’d sink into bed and be enveloped in soft arms and squished into breasts, until she opened wide and swallowed their bounty. From there, things would get crazier until her cock…

Her cock was hard. Carmen glanced about in a panic and breathed when she noticed no one was looking at her. They hadn’t even ordered yet, so there was plenty of time for it to go down. Nothing to worry about. Ryuka’s voice shattered her relief with three words.

“Isn’t that Stacy?” Carmen whipped her head at the deity, anger mounting, then around again at the sound of an oh so familiar gasp, one she’d caused more than once in a night.

“I have to go,” Carmen said and stood, thinking only of leaving before regret overcame her.

“Um, Carmen? What the hell is that?” Rachel asked.

“Well,” Ryuka said and flicked the obtuse bulge, “This’ll be interesting.”


Re: Futa Note (Re-Write) - by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 31 - Sample of Decadence

A lot of things happened that didn’t make sense. Random bouts of unseasonal weather, a hot girl going out with someone tiny and plain by comparison, and said hot girl possessing a blatant, unfeminine appendage. That bulge could not be anything else. Rachel gulped and diverted her gaze. No one else was looking at them yet, a few glanced, but they were too distracted to recognise Carmen’s secret.

“Hey sit down,” Rachel said, kicking her date - that thought still sent a trill down her spine. This was their second date, and already she was learning one of Carmen’s deepest secrets. It had to be, she wouldn’t tell anyone about it willingly. Carmen flushed a dark crimson and plummeted to her seat, a sheen of sweat on her brow.

“H-hello, how… how can I help you?” A waitress asked. She was a tall, buxom woman, and seemed softer than any stress ball. Discomfort poured from her stance and her skittish eyes, which did everything in their power to avoid Carmen.

“I’ll take the quiche and, um, I guess she’ll have a muffin and whatever coffee you recommend,” Rachel said, unable to get Carmen to look up.

“Alright, I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back,” the waitress said. Laugh lines framed her eyes, but they looked heavy as she turned away.

“So, that’s your ex?” Rachel asked once the woman left earshot. Carmen nodded and glanced up, lips tight.

“You saw it,” she said.

“Saw what?” Rachel tilted her head in feigned ignorance and played with a napkin, “You mean your tits jiggling? How could I not?”

Carmen thinned her eyes, then sighed and looked away. At some point Rachel would come clean, sooner than later as Carmen obviously didn’t believe her, but the ‘woman’ didn’t need any more anxiety. A deep breath flattened any crease in her shirt, the delectable tits straining for freedom. Carmen turned her gaze on Rachel.

“She used to be my boss. After awhile I… we started dating. It was fun,” Carmen explained, a mournful grin on her lips. It turned to fury a second later, “Then Gretchen and Ashley fucked it all up.”

The waitress, Carmen’s former girlfriend, came back with their order. She looked flushed, her jovial cheeks tomato red, but she had a smile now. Was her chest smaller? Trick of the light, Rachel decided and eyed the two cups she put down for Carmen. One was a dark, aromatic coffee, and the other was just milk.

“If you have any problems, just call me,” she said and left. All it took was a few words, and observing some delicious jiggling flesh, for Rachel to see how Carmen could fall for her. The way she spoke had a tone of joy to it, soothing all worries. Which twisted Rachel’s gut into a series of nooses, slipping around her heart and throat. It took all her substantial will not to run away. Going after Carmen’s workplace had been her idea. Gretchen’s malice worsened it, but the concept was Rachel’s.

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like you could’ve stopped them,” Carmen regarded her drinks and gulped. She took a sip of the milk, slightly thicker than what was in cartons, and smiled the same sorrowed smile as before, then added it to her coffee.

“Still…” Rachel nursed on her lip, looking around for that waitress. She was with other customers, at ease as she chatted with them like old friends, which she did with another table right after. All the while, her curves rippled with each step. Rachel imagined sinking into that softness, warm and safe, “She seems really nice.”

“She is,” Carmen said and followed her gaze, then immediately jerked her head away.

“So, uh, wanna tell me about that diary thing the other day?” Rachel asked, eager to focus on anything else.

“What diary?”

“You know, that Futa Note thing.”

“Oh,” Carmen cleared her throat, “Uh, that. It’s nothing.”

“Seemed kind of kinky to me. You write fantasies in it or something?”

Carmen turned her eyes elsewhere, as if searching for an answer, then she forced a laugh, “Y-yeah. Kind of.”

“Why not just look it up online?” Rachel asked.

“Well, it’s more to just, um, get it out of my system,” Carmen squirmed a little, embarrassed, but it was better than being reminded of what Rachel had taken from her.

“Why not just rub one out?” Rachel asked, then her eyes widened at Carmen’s fierce blush, which spread deep into her cleavage. A sharp breath sent the mountains jiggling in their prison. Rachel choked back a laugh with a mouthful of her quiche. She swallowed quick and addressed her companion again.

“Wait, you don’t masturbate?” Rachel almost chuckled.

“No, I do. Just, not willingly,” Carmen muttered. Was she bitter about her libido? This time, Rachel snickered at the supposed girl. Someone like this shouldn’t exist. Perfectly huge tits and ass, and a hefty slab of dick between her legs, and she didn’t like to jerk off. Ridiculous.

“Why? It feels good.”

“Because… I have reasons.”

“Maybe try just relaxing into it sometime. The best ones are always when you build up and take your time. No worries. No obligations. Just you, your body, and fantasies,” Rachel sighed, recalling last night when she did just that. Once Leah was milked, she’d retired to her room and was swarmed with fantasies of Carmen all night. She ended up passing out because of it.

Carmen squirmed more and glugged her coffee, “Tell me about the laptop you picked out for me.”

Rachel shook her head and smiled. Most honour students were repressed, or sheltered, though it was surprising that a futa of all things would be. If Carmen was anything like Leah, then her libido must be crazy. That boner certainly said volumes. Not as large as her sister’s. Rachel shuddered to think of how often she’d been forced to see Leah’s erection. That girl avoided pants like the plague.

She explained all the specs and features. Carmen relaxed, nodding along as she learned what matted in computers, and what she could do with all that processing power. Gaming, working with multiple screens, opening a dozen tabs without issue. Sure, Carmen might not put it to full use, but there was hope.

“I really don’t need all that,” Carmen said once the tutorial was done, regarding the bag with disdain.

“Can’t have my girlfriend living in the dark ages,” Rachel sighed and finished off her quiche, hiding her guilt in its flavour. Carmen shrank back into her seat.

“So,” Rachel said, louder than she needed to, “That book of yours. I noticed my sister and Dakota’s names in there, and Ashley.”

Carmen looked away, then stood up. Her erection had gone. “Come on. I still need a new phone.”

Buying one didn’t take very long. Rachel was stubborn about tech, all but tossing aside the unworthy devices as she scanned the options. She pretended to vomit each time Carmen suggested an Apple product. They were too exclusive, and Carmen wanted to avoid the expensive crap anyway. Still, Rachel pushed her to at least buy the second to latest model, and get a decent data plan. Afterwards, they sat outside on a bench, fiddling with the settings and getting Carmen acquainted with a modern OS. It almost hurt Rachel to think Carmen had used a pressure-based screen for so long.

“So that’s it? Everything is set?” Carmen asked.

“Yep. There’s a few things you can do with apps and such, but that’s the basic shit done,” Rachel said.

“I mean, it’s nice at least,” Carmen noted, turning it over in her hand.

“And the camera is great. Here,” Rachel took it and turned the lens on herself and Carmen, snuggled tight to get in frame. She snapped it just as Carmen gathered what was happening, and another of the honour student herself, “That’s a keeper.”

Carmen sighed and took it back. She went through the settings, navigating like a pro after Rachel had shown her once, and the picture of them both was set to her lock screen. That was fast, Rachel thought and looked at her. In two days, and as many dates, she felt this girl - futa - was someone worth staying with. More than that, she was amazing. Someone that quick to learn, who could be fun and sexy without really trying, and once had a job despite her family’s wealth… this was Gretchen’s opposite made flesh.

And Rachel had tried hurting her worse than she imagined. She would tell her everything next time, she decided as her phone pinged at the arrival of a new photo. It was the one she took of Carmen. She deserved to know, then she could make her choice. Until then, Rachel had photographic aid for her evening.

Not long after, they parted ways at the bus station. Rachel played up the drama, as if she were being sent off to war, leaving her darling all alone. It felt that way, as if the bus pulling away was the signal of an ending. It wouldn’t be, not yet at least. Rachel waved to her and kept looking back until Carmen left her vision. Then she breathed a sigh of remorse and relief.

The house was devoid of life. Rachel didn’t have any pets, unless her cow-like sister counted, so the rooms stood vacant but for their furniture. She walked through the same house time and again, and not until last night had it felt so empty.

“You’re hopeless, Rachel,” she told herself while making a snack. The moment Carmen was gone, her world seemed to dim. How pathetic a love-struck girl was she that two dates decided her perceptions of reality? She sighed and headed upstairs. A moment of quiet, self-love would clear things up. She’d use her dildo this time, the poor thing hadn’t seen much action in recent weeks, though she wished it were Carmen.

Holding the plastic model in her hand, she wondered at the honour student’s cock. Was it as perfect as the rest of her? The bulge was sizeable, not enormous like Leah, but for someone of Rachel’s height, it would fill her perfectly. She hoped it wasn’t sleek and feminine like some she saw online. A cock needed to be rugged, gnarled with thick, juicy veins throbbing all along its length. And a big, spongy head!

Rachel almost missed her own penetration in her fantasy. The fake dick pushed open her petite folds, moistened by her lurid mind, and stretched the inner walls. She bit back a moan, slowly urging more into herself. The mould was terrible. It was too flat with little to no texture, meant to glide inside smaller girls without trouble. But that was boring.

She pumped it now. Her legs splayed out on her bed as she reclined on pillows, soft breaths coming faster as she envisioned her girlfriend - or was it futa-friend? - bearing down on her, breasts right in her face and cock slipping into her tight opening. No matter how she tried stretching it, the hole retained its grip. It may just be her imagination, but Carmen’s face was a beautiful storm of emotions. Relief that someone knew and accepted her, happiness at being with Rachel, anger at what Rachel had done, and pleasure and love from what they were doing. Rachel wished she had kissed her, just to replay the sensation over and over.

“Come on, Carmen,” Rachel panted to her vision. She brought her phone up, the futa’s picture blushing at her, “Give it to me. Fuck me. Make me cum with your girl-cock.” Her hand sped up. The air tingled on Rachel’s nipples, her pussy squelched with each thrust, and she reeked of sex. If only she’d kissed Carmen, then she could remember her taste. This was enough, however, as she hastened to a powerful climax.

The imaginary Carmen notched it up as well. Drawing had provided Rachel with a skilled imagination, as such, she envisioned the honour student in vivid detail; every jiggle of Carmen’s tits as she thrust forward, and how the nipples danced to her tempo. Her mind circled around, envisioning the futa’s luscious ass pounding against Rachel’s crotch. Rachel bucked her hips and moaned louder, back arching in pleasure. Fire and lightning crackled under her skin.

“Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” Rachel chanted the lurid desire. How big were Carmen’s balls? Did that even matter with cum? Regardless, she hoped she came a lot. She must have a big, juicy load destined for Rachel’s slutty cunt. Oh god, she really was a total slut. This futa she knew little about already subsumed every desire, had her thinking of the future, made her crave a cock after she spent so long thinking she was gay. Maybe she still was. Futanari counted as girls, right?

“Whatever, just cum!” Rachel said and wailed as her pussy clamped down. A finger slipped inside and was crushed against her toy. It might’ve been painful, if her juices hadn’t come spilling out, squeezing everything from her snatch in a gooey spray of fem-cum. Any sweat that clung to her thighs was swept away in the tide. Her mind, however, refused to let it end. She crammed three fingers inside herself, palm swiping along her clit as she prolonged the orgasm with another.

Her body quivered in the afterglow. Spasms rolled through her pussy, squeezing out her exhausted fingers and what little juice she had left. The walls ground together, eliciting another groan. Rachel turned on her side as lethargy settled upon her. It didn’t matter that her dildo needed cleaning, or that her hand and room reeked of pussy, she just wanted to sleep. Her eyelids fluttered shut and Carmen’s visage welcomed her into dreams.

Carmen sat at her desk until the sun began its descent. She had set up her laptop, made a grandiose ceremony of passing the old tech onto Melody, and now she sat there with the internet at her fingertips. It was faster than ever, pages loading within a second. Think of all the information she could uncover before sleep caught on, or how much media she could catch up on. Or how much porn she…

Fascinated by the sleeker object, Ryuka hovered by her side as well, “I was amazed at what humans could create, but for you to have something so small yet so powerful is quite the feat.”

“Says the owner of a Futa Note,” Carmen said. Maybe it was worth looking into the Seikogami again, she had all the time necessary to discover their influence on society. Perhaps they were the reason humans became so perverted over the centuries.

“Nope,” Ryuka answered her thought, “Your kind were boning assholes before we showed up. I mean, sure, we inspired some futanari stuff to crop up here and there. Maybe we introduced a couple people to sounding. And sure, we did get caught doing vore once or twice.”

“Vore?” Carmen frowned at the term. Before she thought to just question the deity, she had typed it in, “Oh… vore.” It was the act of swallowing someone. It didn’t matter what orifice was used. Often the victim, prey, was digested and added to the person’s body mass, usually as breast or ass flesh. She closed her browser at the throb between her legs.

“Someone likes eating people,” Ryuka sang.

“Shut up,” Carmen shut down the laptop and plopped onto her bed. Melody was busy enjoying her new phone and computer, old as they were, and Alicia had a meeting about some investments. They’d already had dinner. No one would disturb her for another hour or two. Her cock pulsed against its bonds, echoing below in her pussy. She hadn’t touched it in months. Not since she first met Ryuka in fact.

Nor had she masturbated for simple pleasure since before that. It felt good to cum, given her body it was inconceivable not to, but each time she did it was for relief. Plain and simple. There were no reasons for stress anymore. She could let it all flow out, washed away on a tide of leisurely masturbation, and give her body the taste of pleasure it craved.

“I’d be happy to offer my services,” Ryuka said and settled atop the bed. For someone so tall and curvy, she left little to no imprint, even as she rolled onto her stomach, breasts squishing out from her chest, like massive balls of creamy dough, “Believe it or not, I enjoy taking things slow sometimes. Watching people climb to their peak with a shout of bliss is a great time-killer.”

“No,” Carmen said after longer than she intended, “I-I just want to be alone.” Her face was hot. Shit, she was blushing. From Ryuka’s offer? Probably. But she couldn’t accept it, not yet. It was bad enough that Ryuka could make her cum with just a few touches, but to willingly accept that was a step too far.

Maybe another time. For now, she wasn’t confident in her self-control. And the last thing she wanted was to lose her virginity, either of them, to a sex goddess. Carmen groaned in her chest, dismayed that she was even entertaining the prospect in the future, but sighed when Ryuka pouted and left. Hopefully she wouldn’t peek.

“Oh, god. I’m actually doing this,” Carmen muttered as she pushed her pants down. Relief flowed once they stopped biting into her meaty thighs and hips, and her cock lurched into freedom. The thing had grown a bit. Not a match for Zoey, whose bulge seemed impossible to hide, but larger than average by a couple inches. Learning so much had its demerits, as she knew what that meant; eight inches of cock sat between her legs.

Her shirt was next to go. Of everything the Futa Note had done to her, the one she appreciated was touching up her curves. She’d have preferred earning them herself, there must be exercises for doing so, but it was hard to argue against what a magic book bestowed her. Her goal was to take it slow. That meant leaving her sexes alone and… exploring? Carmen sat in the nude and glanced around, before she hefted her breasts.

They were far lighter than Stacy and Ashley’s, despite having a similar size. She didn’t have milk or semen constantly building inside the pair, though that did nothing to their form. For most of her life, Carmen had been averagely endowed, with a lacklustre shape. Now her breasts sat proud upon her chest, rolling just a bit under gravity, with plump nipples. They overflowed her hands, squishing between fingers as she fondled them. She let go and stroked their size. She gasped as her nipples were rubbed.

“This isn’t too bad,” Carmen said and continued doing so. Her pulse quickened, pounding through her nipples that engorged with her desire. She bit her lip and pinched them, moaning at the surge of pleasure. Moisture brimmed to life between her thighs. It became humid against the backs of her balls, which rubbed her fairer sex as her legs closed together. The last time pleasure built up this slow, she was with Stacy, who had much better discipline.

Now Carmen struggled not to let lust take hold. Instead, she kept one hand bound to her breast, while the other’s nails traced across her stomach, down to her cock. Take it slow. One by one, her fingers curled around the turgid shaft. She exhaled and gave a long stroke, dragging it out to the head and gasping at her delicate touch, then dipped down. Maintaining that same pace, Carmen closed her eyes to let imagination take hold.

“Strange. You’re awake, yet I am here.”

Carmen turned and regarded what she believed was the Futa Note realised by her mind. It was beautiful. She clenched and moaned. Was she still masturbating in her sleep? No, this didn’t feel as much like a dream. More a fantasy.

“Perhaps,” the Futa Note answered her thoughts, “I hope it’s not. I want to talk to you more.”

“I’m not listening to you,” Carmen said, then noticed her nudity and turned, hiding her erection, “Go away.”

“I can help with that. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. Only supply what you want to see right now,” the book held up its hands. Carmen eyed it, wishing she would stop noticing the seductive way its tits moved, so buoyant despite their massive size. Or how just shifting weight between feet demanded her attention. There was no contest, this thing was curvier than Ryuka.

Carmen regarded the scenery. It was her room. Her peripheral view was hazy, telling her it was a dream-like state. She sat on her bed and waited, observing the Futa Note. It stood by the door, smiling like a bemused parent, but also guarding the exit it seemed. Carmen sighed and leaned back onto her pillows, feeling them as if it was reality. Her physical body must be moving as well.

The Futa Note cleared its throat and, in the style of a wrestling announcer, said; “Let’s bring in our special guest. Weighing in at 100lbs and standing at 5’2’’, it’s Rachel Adams!” The door opened and Rachel stood there, also naked, and appeared almost childish beside the creature. She looked around with a smirk, then fixed it upon Carmen. Like a switch had turned, she raced toward her.

Carmen yelled as she was tackled to the bed and met with a flurry of kisses. They felt real. Her lips were being mashed into someone else’s, but she couldn’t say whose. Must be Ryuka. She wanted to stop and reprimand the Seikogami, but her body refused to act. Rachel kept kissing her, awakening her arousal to new heights as those slender thighs straddled her.

Something squeezed her cock. Carmen reciprocated the kisses, relaxing as her physical body kept pleasuring itself. The pleasure was slow, gentle streams that rolled over her flesh, warm and inviting. She kissed harder, deciding there was no stopping until she finished, even if that meant delving deeper into her mind than she cared to. In the meantime, she had Rachel’s petite and supple body wrapped around hers, so close that the heat of her vagina poured onto the cock trapped between. Hot breaths rushed from their noses as the kiss deepened.

She’s so small, Carmen thought and cupped the girl’s ass. Her palm covered it with ease, fingers almost capable of grabbing the whole other cheek. If she were bigger, then Rachel would seem like a child. She already did. Cute breasts were devoured in Carmen’s whorish set, their mass squishing around and rolling over Rachel’s tiny torso. If the rest of her was this petite, then what about her vagina. Stacy’s had been accommodating enough to handle four fingers with ease, but she was a giant compared to this girl.

The kiss broke and a bridge of drool with it. Carmen hadn’t noticed she was drooling so much. She wiped it away, leaving a slimy trail on her arm, one that told her just how far she had fallen into depravity. Rachel leaned in and licked it up, pressing her tongue flat. They stared at each other, chests heaving.

“This isn’t real,” Carmen said.

“No, but this is Rachel’s desire as well as yours,” the Futa Note explained, still at the door.

“This isn’t real,” Carmen repeated as Rachel ground into her penis, giving it a taste of that hidden treasure she refused herself. Dakota, Mary, Zoey, Ashley and now Rachel, none would turn her down even after finding out she was also a futa. She still would deny herself. Pleasure was a distraction from reality, nothing more, and she would only share it with someone she really cared for. Someone she wanted to be with. Who accepted her and supported her and loved her and wanted her and… Rachel had seen her cock, but didn’t care.

She had seen the Futa Note and didn’t care. She’d supported Carmen in the diner with Stacy and clearly wanted her. Did Rachel love her? Carmen swallowed. The pleasure had paused in her confusion, then Rachel grunted, hefting a tit to her face. She stopped to marvel at its size, a close match for her head, then ran her tongue around the areolae, circling toward the lush nipple at its centre.

This was a fantasy. It’s not real. Carmen groaned at the pressure on her cock and the impossible sensation on her nipple. She was alone in reality, yet Rachel’s lips and tongue and teeth were there on her tit, slobbering over it like an overeager dog. Telltale sparks detonated in her breast, trailing devastating pleasure down her spine and into her loins. This was a fantasy.

It didn’t matter what she did or what she thought. Nothing she did here mattered. So, what was holding her back? Carmen held the redhead against her nipple, her other hand kneading that petite, supple ass. Hidden within, two holes beckoned so sweetly, each promising wondrous tightness. Addictive scents swirled from them, testing Carmen’s discipline. Meandering beads of sweat formed and were joined by more on her skin, the strain showing through as Rachel’s hands fondled her breasts and her lips suckled on a nipple. She jumped to the other, leaving the first swollen and glossy with copious spit.

“What’s holding you back?” The Futa Note asked. Its shape had fluctuated, becoming perversely massive and shiny from oil, with nipples the size of fists that leaked a constant flow of milk. Carmen’s breath caught. She didn’t have an answer. It wasn’t a defeat to enjoy her fantasy, even one infiltrated by the book. This was her mind. Her world. By right, she should indulge in all the things she chained up.

“Couldn’t agree more,” the book smirked and ran its hands over torso-defining tits, then down into hips that could shred any jeans, ending at an erection that cleared the doorframe, “Just tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen here. I am at your beck and call, Carmen. You think I will change you, that I’ll take your self-control and raze it to the ground. But I won’t. I just want you to be happy. Tell me your desires.”

Carmen gulped back a moan. Her mouth opened, her mind raced with possibilities, which spewed from her lips without a filter. Even when she thought it was done, a new idea came that demanded freedom. Across the room, the Futa Note beamed at her, yet its eyes shone with an eldritch warmth. Rachel shuddered and moaned, arching back to show off the phallus sprouting from her crotch.

The room came back into focus at just the wrong moment. Carmen gasped, jerked and cried out as ecstasy plummeted from her gut to her loins. She released a nipple she’d been nursing on, letting it flop back into place, while her cock quivered in her hand, which kept stroking. Dense ropes exploded from the tip while her pussy doused the bed, its walls clamped on all her fingers, spraying past them. Spasms ran through her tunnel and up her dick, still more cum erupting from both.

Remnants of her orgasm dripped from her sexes. Carmen panted where she laid, staring at the ceiling, astounded and shaking from the aftershocks still coursing through her. She reached to her breast and flinched when she grazed a nipple, like she was hit with a taser. On her bedside, the Futa Note was open. It seemed to stare at her.

She gulped, recalling the fantasy. Did she want to turn Rachel into a futa? Carmen propped herself up and stared down at her own body, voluptuous and coated in sweat and cum, the scents of which permeated her room. Her cock shouldn’t exist. It was a blight on her otherwise improved figure. Those thoughts still held true, yet she was reluctant to assert them.

“It’s not that bad,” Carmen admitted under her breath. At least it wasn’t a limp, useless appendage. She could masturbate with it, take pleasure in her predicament, and even get someone pregnant. Her mind blanked at the thought. Could she? Gathering a clump of semen, she regarded it with a critical eye. Nothing about the aromatic slop gave the impression it was infertile. She doubted the book would allow such a thing. The book… perhaps it wasn’t nearly as dangerous as she first thought.

That night, Carmen procrastinated going to sleep for as long as possible. If she fell asleep, she knew the book would appear to her, though nothing backed up her suspicion. But the day had drained her and seductive exhaustion replaced her stubbornness.

When next she opened her eyes, it was back in the dreamscape of her room, yet the Futa Note’s form hadn’t appeared. She waited, looking around for any sign of it. Then a small hand pulled on her shirt. She assumed it was Melody, given the size, then she followed it.

“Looking for someone?” Rachel’s visage asked, drastically changed but definitely her. She had shrunk, however the slab of cock draped over a thigh commanded all her attention.

“This is a dream,” Carmen thought and leaned in. If it was her dreams and fantasies, then she could indulge a little. Maybe one day, if Rachel wanted it, she would make this a reality.