46

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

Chapter 45 - Lovers Reunited

Bed springs creaked as Rachel was tossed onto the mattress. A far larger form mounted her right after, a knee spread her legs and pressed against the roiling heat of her balls, then lips were on her like a vulture, stripping away at her until she was nothing but a hot mess waiting to cum. It didn’t take long. Carmen’s kisses rained upon her throat, teeth kneaded her flesh, hands moved from hips to her waist to hold her in place, and three erections throbbed and oozed all around her. Rachel was tiny and helpless to her lover’s whims.

Just one hand was enough to control both her wrists. The middle horse-cock dominated her body, easily the girth of her waist, yet the others were always there. She’d take all three before long. Rachel cupped her lover’s cheek, stopping another love bite, and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Though her tongue surged to meet Carmen’s, it was immediately subjugated, forced to the bottom as her mouth was explored as if for the first time. Rachel moaned into the kiss, pulling her love in tighter.

Their tits mashed together and spilled over the sides. Nipples ground into each other, firm nubs that flicked the others as both futanari breathed deeper. Rachel’s little fingers weaved into the cosmic black of Carmen’s hair, doing her best to never let go and feel every little bit of her girlfriend. She wrapped her legs around the taller futa’s hips, and used her feet to feel at her voluptuous rear. Maybe she didn’t have the biggest breasts of their group, nor were her cocks the biggest, but her ass was flawless. Pert enough to bounce a penny off.

Human weakness forced them apart, breathing deep, each breath shaking the ropes of spit between them, “I’ve missed this,” Rachel said. Even separated like this, their chests were together. She felt Carmen’s heartbeat match her own, racing faster the longer they looked.

“Me too,” Carmen said and cupped the much smaller hand on her cheek. She kissed it, inhaling deep, “Everything’s different, but I’ll always remember this smell. This feeling.”

“Weirdo,” Rachel snickered, “What kind of obsessed stalker memorises their girlfriend’s scent?”

“The kind that has a magic book and three cocks, which, by the way, are getting dry,” Carmen said and reared back, protruded her hips to make clear just how huge her members were against Rachel’s aroused body. While individually, they were smaller than Rachel’s biggest member, they stood out against her frame.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Rachel asked, voice lowering to a loving huskiness. She reached up and brushed the heads with her finger tips, smearing endless streams of pre-cum over her skin and the purple glans. The middle prick drooled unobstructed, long ropes of pre snapped under their own weight and landed with a heavy splat on Rachel’s bed. That’s right, she thought and arched her head to catch the next dollop in her mouth. This was the first time they’d fuck in her house. All the other times were at Carmen’s place, when her family was out.

Now they were in a far more average room. Rachel wasn’t rich by any means, comfortably placed at middle-class with a single-sized bed that forced her few past girlfriends to snuggle real close when they slept over. She couldn’t imagine how tight it’d be with Carmen, but she couldn’t wait. The simpler setting only made the goddess known as Carmen Robins stand out more.

She didn’t need to, of course. Rachel gulped down the dense offering of pre-cum, so thick it pasted her gums in Carmen’s flavour even once she’d licked them clean. It seared every inch of her oesophagus down into her belly, where it caught aflame and spread throughout her body. Her cock twitched beneath Carmen’s and launched its own salvo of dick juice.

Carmen moved so she straddled the diminutive futa, “Well, that’s up to you. I can use your body until I’m satisfied, which won’t be for a while, or you can make the first move. Either way, you won’t be walking out of here today.”

“So confident,” Rachel said, unsure if she was teasing or marvelling at her lover’s words.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” Carmen said, fingers tightening around the redhead’s wrist, “Those rare times I could feel properly, I always thought of what I’d do to you. Even when I fucked that entire strip club, even as I was face fucking our friends downstairs, I tried imagining how I’d wreck your cunt for all other cocks. There’s only one possibility I came up with though.”

“What’s that?” Rachel asked, breaths heavy like Carmen was crushing her lungs. She wasn’t. If anything, she was so powerful, it was like she pulled Rachel off the bed and into her personal world of unsatisfied lusts.

“It’s embarrassingly simple,” Carmen leaned down, slipped her arms under the petite futa and held her tight, then whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you. I don’t mean make love or have sex or mate, I’m going to fucking destroy you. You showed me some hentai, remember? Those faces they made as they were fucked into oblivion? When I’m through, your brain will be mush, hollow, only capable of one thought; sex. Then I’ll fix it with the book and do it all over again.”

Rachel shuddered. For once her cocks were silent, only her pussy convulsed and squirted across the bed. Her eyes rolled at the sensations, her cunny walls ground together, as if to crush the imagined cock that violated her to a near untouched orgasm. Drool escaped her clenched teeth, which Carmen licked up, leading to another deep kiss that only prolonged Rachel’s climax. It didn’t last long yet dilated into hours in her mind.

“You like my plan?” Carmen teased, fingers playing across Rachel’s body like a piano, before delving past her masculinities and dipping into her sodden depths.

“Oh god,” Rachel bucked into the penetration, slight as it was, “Please, Carmen. You have to do it now. I’ll fucking die if you don’t.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Carmen chided and gave a light slap on her inflamed mons, prompting a startled squeak.

“I’m serious,” Rachel groaned, hips rolling in desperation, “I need your cocks in me. All of them. I’ll go crazy if they don’t stretch me out. I want to feel them ruin me. I want them to be my everything. I need them to fuck my womb and inflate it and fuck my ass and my throat. Please, give it to me!”

Carmen erected herself back to her imposing stance, cocks casting long, gnarled shadows over the redhead, “In good time. First, we have friends to help out.” She picked up the Futa Note, a mischievous smirk on her lips, “But I’m generous. On your hands and knees.”

Like the most obedient dog, Rachel followed her instructions and raised her hips high. She expected Carmen to penetrate her then and there, while using her back as a table to write in the notebook, instead she felt her lover’s breaths on her belly as she slid underneath.

“Hi,” Carmen grinned, then lifted her up, aimed the cocks at her face and slid them past her lips with a moan. When did she get so good? Rachel wondered in the flash of cognition before her mind slowed to a halt, the feelings of Carmen’s lips, teeth, tongue, throat and oesophagus all working in tandem to pleasure her. Skin met her cunt next, the overly endowed futa raising her knee to grind against Rachel’s femininity and balls. Paper touched her stomach and a voice reached her mind; ‘hold it’.

Rachel grunted and shifted her weight to one arm, while the other held the book in place. Her body dipped, pressing her crotch harder against Carmen’s mouth, which invited her deeper. The feel of quick lines being written barely registered above the sensations, then her whole body shook as she humped into her lover’s throat.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Rachel asked, though she recognised the feeling. They hadn’t done it in weeks, but she knew how it felt to be changed by the book. She didn’t get an answer, though it breezed through her mind as she luxuriated in her pleasure. Then the writing stopped and the book placed aside. Hands clapped tight onto her decadent ass, locked into place, and she squealed as Carmen picked her up.

The much taller futa slid free with a lurid slurp, “I made them match.” To demonstrate, she held the slimy pricks apart, both now the same hulking mass wreathed in brutal veins. Rachel just stared and moaned when Carmen took them both into her mouth, lips spreading further than should be possible for the pair. They bulged through her neck and into her chest, before she pulled off again.

“Before I destroy your slutty cunt,” Carmen said, the description sending flutters through it, “I owe you.”

“Huh?” Rachel grunted, her lover kissing each cock head like they were copies of her. Carmen smirked and laid down on the bed, her head draped over the edge, offering a straight path down her gullet. The invite was obvious, even in a fugue state, and the redhead leapt up to waddle over. Her balls jostled heavily with each stride and made running impossible, though she reached her goal quickly. Obscured by her genitals, hands on her tits as if to offer them, Carmen waited.

For everything they’d done, Carmen had always been on the ‘pitching’ end. Rachel didn’t mind either way; the orgasms were unmatched back then, though she’d wager today would make them seem like drops in an ocean. But here her lover laid, mouth open and willing, tongue whipping at her balls like the most seductive poet, and at her mercy. Rachel stepped back and angled one cock down to Carmen’s lips, the other targeted the grandest valley on earth; Carmen’s tits.

“I won’t hold back.”

“Please,” Carmen said and kissed the head taunting her, tongue flicking at the urethra. With a wailing moan, Rachel charged and buried over two foot of hyper-sensitive cock down her love’s throat, while the other was caught between those tits, so soft they felt like clouds. A moan compelled her deeper, vibrations passing along her length, until her heavy balls smothered Carmen’s face from the nose down. Not one second after hilting, Rachel yanked back and slammed home again.

“Oh fuck, I’ve never, hmm… felt this before,” Rachel moaned, leaning forward to grope her far bigger girlfriend’s tits, hands no larger than a house cat’s paws by comparison, “I sucked myself off once. Oh god. But that doesn’t compare. Your throat… fuck, moan for me again, Slut. Ahhhh hmmm, fuuuuck.”

Carmen’s throat rolled as Rachel impaled it on twenty-eighty inches of rigid girl-cock, then vibrated when it lingered for more than a second, before she slurped as it withdrew and gagged on the return. Drool spilled from her lips, down her cheeks and into her nose. Viscous bridges connected her and Rachel’s balls whenever the redhead pulled away, then reconnected with a splat. All the while, Rachel’s snatch coated the other side of her scrotum and her thighs.

“It’s so good,” Rachel cooed, hands moving to hold her love’s head in place as she hastened her thrusts, “Your tits are so fucking good. Look at them with my cock there. And, hmmm, the other one’s bulging too. I can see it as I fuck you, Carmen. How’s my balls in your face? Are they sweaty? What’s my musk like?” Moans answered her, each hum another stab of pleasure. She slowed down.

“I’m close. I’m gonna fuck your face properly now, babe. I want to stretch out your throat like no one else, then feel you do the same to my holes. But first, I’ve gotta dump a load in here,” she reached over and stroked Carmen’s flat stomach, soft on the surface, but rigid bumps rested beneath. Her balls gurgled in response. “So much cum.”

‘Do it’, Carmen’s voice echoed in her mind, mired in a sultriness that almost had Rachel cumming on the spot again. She stepped back and angled her second cock to join the first, then pushed it in, her lover’s face distorting around the combined girths. With the addition, the bulges in Carmen’s throat and chest pronounced all the more powerfully. They throbbed and ground against each other on the way to her stomach.

Despite Rachel’s claim, she was on the edge. As she pushed to the hilt, her lover’s nose buried in the folds of her scrotum, one little move and she’d cum. But it was a matter of time regardless. Gritting her teeth, Rachel pulled back, cock heads scraping and gliding along Carmen’s oesophagus from the endless pre-cum, then surged forward again and again.

“I’m cumming!” Rachel announced. Hands dug once more into her ass and ramped up her pace, even as her balls pulled tight and delivered a pent up flood into her shafts. Inch by inch, they travelled until the heads bulged and unloaded straight into Carmen’s belly. She hung her head and forced her eyes to remain open and focused, searing the visual of her love’s abdomen bloating with cum into them. It expanded further with each of Carmen’s gulps, always urging another, thicker dose to fill her out.

As the flow turned to droplets, Rachel backed away. Her erections dipped under their weight, no longer fuelled by that need to cum, and slipped from Carmen’s lips. They were dredged in phlegm and pre-cum, any jizz having come off along the way. She swayed on her feet, until Carmen pulled her back to the bed, their lips clashing yet again. The taste of cock saturated the taller futa’s mouth, while the reek of Rachel’s ball sweat coated her face.

“You’re filthy,” Rachel said.

“Just wait,” Carmen snickered and nuzzled into her, smearing spit on her cheeks, “You’ll think I’m a nun by the time we’re through.”

“I’d like to see that,” Rachel sighed, reaching down to feel the product of her orgasm, “You as a nun with a giant set of cocks and me, your wayward student that needs to be punished. Hard.”

“Why wait?” Carmen asked and stood up, brandishing her cocks. She wiped the spit from her face and used it to jerk her central member. The pink shine in her eyes strengthened until it suffused the crimson. Her tits rested heavily on her pseudo-pregnancy, nipples engorged and outstanding against her pale splendour. Not to mention the coating of pre-cum that glistened on her belly and chest. “You’ve had your fun. Now I think it’s time I make good on my promise.”

“You’re really gonna fuck me unconscious for a whole month?” Rachel asked, legs twitching apart in anticipation.

“Well, maybe not a month. Got any plans for the next few days?”

“Not really.”

“Good. We’ll go with that then,” Carmen said, “So? Where first? I could stretch out your ass until we could fit someone’s head up there. Or we could turn your womb inside out? Or maybe you want to get your tummy filled up like mine?”

“Yes,” Rachel moaned, jerking her reinvigorated cocks.

“To what one?”

“All of them!”

“I asked where first,” Carmen sighed, rolling her eyes, then lurched forward to yank Rachel to the edge. Her legs dangled until Carmen forced them up against her shoulders, revealing the redhead’s ruddy cunt, its folds swollen and desperate for penetration. She dropped them, though planted her cocks to keep the balls from interfering. Eyes intent on Rachel, she climbed over and kissed her again.

“It’s been so long. I want to make this last a while longer,” Carmen said, “And prove just how much you mean to me.” As she spoke, she rained kisses upon the petite futa, soon finding her nipples. Once she caught one, her hips jerked forward, all three cocks pressuring Rachel’s opening. They’d grown so much since last time, Rachel thought and spread her legs wider, submitting her puny cunt to their glory.

“We can go as long as you want,” Rachel said, cradling the luxurious black locks, while her lower lips opened bit by bit. The horse cock was too fat and bent against the too-small orifice, while the human members dipped inside. Carmen bit into her nipple and lanced forward, two of her pricks sliding half a foot inside. Lightning arched from all her erogenous zones to one another, feeding back faster and stronger. Slowly, another inch entered her, while Carmen moved onto the other nipples. It’s sibling was darkened from the abuse and gleamed with the spit left behind.

She squeaked when the heads butted against her cervix. Carmen raised her head at the sound, a teasing grin on her lips, “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” Rachel said, but made the sound again when the cocks rubbed harder, “It-it’s been awhile, okay?”

“Don’t worry,” Carmen said, coming up and planting the softest of kisses on her lips, and whispered into them, “I’ll train it properly this time. You’ll never fully close when I’m through.”

“What’re you waiting for?” Rachel panted, the pressure increasing, especially as the horse prick made headway inside her, “Fuck my womb. Paint it in cum. Knock me up with your seed.”

“Knock you up, huh?” Carmen mused and gave a short thrust, still enough to earn another squeaking moan.

“Yes! Fuck… do it, do it, do it,” Rachel gibbered. Their foreheads touched as she looked down at their bodies. Carmen’s belly squished against her own tummy that, in turn, bulged in obscene tubes which sported their own protrusions. They pressed deeper, her cervix arching against the two shafts, before a third kissed it. Like a fairy tale’s true love, the kiss melted all resistance. Rachel clung onto her lover as their crotches moved closer inch by inch.

Her own cocks throbbed so loud it resonated in her ears. Sandwiched between her protrusive gut and Carmen’s cum-baby, they spewed pre-cum by the cupful onto their bodies, which led to them sliding together. Bolts of pleasure zapped her nerves as their nipples met. She wrapped her arms tighter around the much larger futa, holding her breath as she awaited their true reunion. Then, with a grunt and wet clap of flesh, their sexes were united.

Carmen had been huge by normal standards, even larger inside Rachel’s smaller body. Now, however, she was giant. Two feet of horse cock stretched Rachel’s womb, distorted it to follow all the way up her torso and past her head, while two smaller lengths spread out and poked her underarms. Not only that, but her eyes went no higher than Carmen’s chin. It made her feel tiny, helpless, like Carmen could do anything to her.

Exactly as intended. Rachel tightened her grip as the cocks slid back, heads scraping along her walls and releasing a small flood of juices, then surged back in. Millions of nerve endings ignited at once, then settled to a simmer, before Carmen thrust again and brutalised them all over again. She was slow, methodical, even as her breaths deepened and she nicked at Rachel’s throat. Rachel stared over her shoulder, not seeing her ceiling, but envisioning the sight of three huge dicks pushing her insides to such lengths.

Their veins bulged and stretched her walls. Their heads pulsed and hooked into her ruined cervix. Her juices gushed into her tunnel and coated them.

The slow rhythm dragged out every sensation. Even the slightest change in direction became an avalanche, or a tepid change to Carmen’s heartbeat and her girth. Fingers played across her flesh, teased the strained skin around the side members, and nails grazed her hips, each otherwise average sensation a shock to her mind. As her own breaths deepened and her body clenched all over, Carmen’s pace increased.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh goooooooooddd,” Rachel groaned into her girlfriend’s chest. A subtle gloss of sweat clung to her skin, whereas Rachel was already dripping, and burgeoned Carmen’s musk to an oppressive level, enough that she wondered if it’d taint every other odour from then on. She hoped it would.

“You cumming already?” Carmen teased, hands gripping her hips now and moving her with the thrusts, “You’re so easy.”

“It’s your fault,” Rachel moaned, doing her best to reciprocate, undulating her hips and squeezing with her kegels, “You’re so… so fucking big…”

“Hmm, but it’s more than that, right?” Carmen asked and angled her next thrust to grind her crotch into the redhead’s swollen clit, causing her to clench harder, “You’re so small and helpless against me. I could you pick you up and fuck you around the house and you couldn’t do a thing about it. I could tuck you under my arm and make you watch me fuck the others downstairs. Or use you like a sex toy. I don’t even need the Futa Note for that. You’re mine. Say it.”

“You’re mine,” Rachel parroted with a grin, that turned to a shocked ‘o’ as Carmen slammed into her, “Oh fuck! I’m yours! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck! I’m yours, all yours.”

“Your pussy is mine,” Carmen said, voice a guttural moan as she ramped up.

“It’s yours,” Rachel said in time with the sharp thrusts. Despite pulling almost a foot of cock back, Carmen impaled her an instant later.

“Your ass.”

“Is yours.”

“Your face.”

“It’s yours. It’s all yours. Everything is yours! Ahhhhhhh, fffuck!” Rachel wailed. Her cries went unchecked as she was fucked through her violent climax, voice shaking with Carmen’s persistent thrusts. Brutal splats breeched the sound when her cocks jerked and unloaded on the ceiling. Cum drops fell, splattering both in Rachel’s ejaculate. Through it all, only pre-cum escaped Carmen as she made Rachel’s eyes roll back.

They moved to lay on their sides, Rachel still impaled upon several combined feet of cock. Carmen spooned her, arms snug around the the redhead’s chest, digging deep into her plushness. Though it was slow and weak, Rachel rolled her hips into the larger futa’s crotch.

“You done?” Carmen asked, slowing to a leisurely tempo punctuated by the pure, lewd squelches of her lover’s drenched cunt.

“Uh huh,” Rachel nodded.

“Wrong,” Carmen said and turned her face to look her in the eye, the shine no less vibrant than before. Her cocks flexed, slamming her flush against Carmen’s body, and renewed lust suffused the redhead, “We’re just beginning.”

47

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

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.”

48

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

Chapter 47 - Trying Out New Holes

Opposite them was a large mirror. It couldn’t capture the full breadth of their lovemaking, but it reflected the core of it all, from Rachel’s high-kicked leg, held by a single hand, to her blissfully vacant expression. Locks of red hair were plastered against her face, mixing with the cascade of inky black that covered her neck. As it came away, several small love bites marked her throat.

Carmen groped at her lover’s chest. Sweat cascaded down both their bodies, sliding against each other on the drenched bed sheets. Rachel was on her side, propped up by an elbow, while her cock jerked and flopped about with the endless piston of three huge cocks. Her other arm was draped over Carmen’s hip, a gentle encouragement for stronger, faster thrusts. Two human shafts coated in thick veins stretched out her pussy to each side, while the central horse-cock carved the way into her womb.

All three bulged through the petite futa’s abdomen. They followed the curve of her body, the horse cock so fat at its peak that it created a small shelf between her tits. Carmen’s length allowed her to enjoy both her lover’s sloppy cunt and oversized breasts. Each thrust clapped their flesh together, the much larger futa grinding into Rachel’s ass.

“You’re so beautiful,” Carmen said, raining more loving nips on the pale skin. Against her, Rachel was tiny, shoulders all but consumed in her plush chest, but that only pronounced just how huge the three shafts invading her were. Rachel’s eyes focused and she turned her head, catching a kiss on the lips.

“It’s your fault,” Rachel panted. She’d already cum multiple times, screaming and squirting each time, yet Carmen remained steadfast in her rhythm. A slight bump rounded out the redhead’s lower gut, where pre-cum pooled around her blocked cervix, “You’re the one who wrote me like this. I just wanted to be short and have a huge ass.”

“I literally only gave you a huge cock and tits to match,” Carmen chuckled, squeezing the aforementioned tits, earning a softer moan from the small futa, “Besides, you were always hot in your own way.”

“Own way?” Rachel huffed, contracting her muscles, “Yeah, sure.”

“In a cute way.”

“That’s better.”

“Should I make you even hotter?” Carmen asked and reached for the Futa Note, slowing her thrusts as she pushed her weight upon Rachel, “We only tried basic stuff before. What about those ‘extreme’ things you like? I can make it all real.”

Rachel rolled over, still impaled on cock, to look at the pages too. They stopped moving against each other, the only source of pleasure came from being so full of throbbing cock.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s see…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh goooooddd!” Rachel’s voice turned into a gag once more, as Carmen’s cock slid all the way through her for the umpteenth time. Her body was even smaller than before, just the right size for Carmen to hold one handed, while the other jerked the redhead’s cock and hosed the bedroom in more semen. This would be something to remember for the future, Carmen thought as she lifted her personal fleshlight off and listened to her hoarse cries for a second. It wasn’t much of an external change.

Rachel still retained her limbs and cognisance, but her mind was focused solely on pleasure. With Carmen inside her, she wrapped her arms around her protrusive middle and used her legs to aid each time she was lifted. At that size, she was too small to fight back. Though she never would, not when her internals had been converted into one, endless pussy from end to end. At only one and a half feet tall, barely as long as her pillows, her throat distended like a frog as the flare rose up to spawn from her lips. Her tongue flailed beneath it, while she slurped and swallowed around the girth.

An alarm rang and Carmen laid back, pulling her on top. The changes reverted as she’d written, her experiment proved a success, that transformations could be triggered by something. She’d made sure the trigger for making Rachel almost an onahole was obscure to say the least, the kind that only they would ever knowingly activate; that being a certain single by Rick Astley. The redhead drooled and gasped for air atop Carmen.

“How was it?” Carmen asked. If she weren’t holding back like her life depended on it, she’d have cum long ago. Her balls ached, a futa’s unusual anatomy meant they were literal cum tanks, filling with more and more semen every second she denied them release.

“Do it all the way next time,” Rachel said and pulled her into a kiss, “It’s so hot being your toy. But toys don’t need arms and legs, babe.”

“Noted,” Carmen chuckled, “How about we try the next thing?”

“You’re gonna fuck me to death, I know it.”

“Never. I’ll never hurt you again, in any way, shape or form.”

“Death by snoo-snoo wouldn’t hurt though.”

“You know the book won’t let that happen anyway. Besides, I can always make it so you live forever.”

“Would that even, ooh… work?” Rachel groaned as the next change rolled through her. Unlike the previous one, it was minor, a simple boost to elasticity for a specific purpose. Her cocks no longer oozed pre-cum, their supply exhausted and left only with the real seed.

“Maybe. I don’t plan on testing it though. Your life’s too important,” Carmen said and stood up, then turned her little lover so her front faced the mirror once more. She hooked her arms under Rachel’s knees and lifted her into a lurid full nelson, exposing her stretched out stomach and pussy to the mirror, “Ready?”

“Fuck my tiny little piss hole,” Rachel moaned.

Together, they watched as Carmen lifted her so the human cocks fell out with a juicy slurp. She grunted, flexing them upright and, one arm supporting Rachel, angled one at the redhead’s underused ass. It pressed in without a problem, a mix of extravagant pussy lube and the Futa Note’s magic stretched Rachel’s knot of muscle, swallowing inch after inch. But that wasn’t the full plan, just a test to make sure the change worked. With the head lodged inside, Carmen moved to her second ‘normal’ dick and curved it around to aim at Rachel’s pussy.

But she didn’t slide it back in alongside her horse member, instead she aimed above it and pushed. Futanari cocks weren’t connected to bladders, merely there for pleasure and, in theory, breeding. The urethra didn’t change location, Carmen confirmed this as her cock entered a forbidden hole. Tendons stood on end up and down Rachel’s neck. No amount of magic reduced the sheer monument of this penetration.

It was slow, torturous, as Carmen’s glans stretched her and entered. She’d written for the passage to be clean and empty beforehand. Half a centimetre slid in, approaching the end of the head, and Rachel squeezed the tightest she ever had. Not a cruel lover, Carmen reached a hand down past the redhead’s masculinities and found her clit, toying with it and earning a scratchy moan. It worked to relax her girlfriend, who took the fattest point of Carmen’s cock.

She didn’t start thrusting. Magic or not, Rachel’s urethra was stretched around a three-inch thick phallus, barely a fraction of the way in. It’d need time to adjust.

“Keep going,” Rachel said.

“You sure?”

“I gave you the idea remember?”

“I’ll take it slow,” Carmen said and reared her hips back, dragging millimetres of cock out, then pushed them back with interest. A low, drawling groan rumbled in Rachel’s chest as all three of her lower holes were stretched. One was a virgin just moments ago, now it conformed to inch after inch of cock. The barriers between each was thin, barely noticeable as all her members throbbed asynchronously, like they were talking to one another of their experience.

One was in a wet haven. A gentle warmth enveloped it and palpitated from all sides, the cervix like a second pussy as it nursed on her length. The faint touch of fingers through thin skin coaxed frequent pulses of pre. The other was drier, held in a tight hug like a close friend after a month apart, while mostly smooth walls, broken only by the ridges deeper inside, squeezed harder than the pussy. It wasn’t a tunnel meant to be stretched that way, but it no less enjoyed it.

The last was barely inside its sheath. If Rachel’s ass was reluctant to accept its fate as another fuck-hole, then her urethra resembled a stubborn cat that tolerated sharing its world. But like a cat, all it took was perseverance. That permeated Carmen’s life for so long. She strived through poverty, through losing her father, having her first genuine girlfriend taken away, then the second, and now she was back with her. And the sex was better than ever.

Not to say it wasn’t great before, but three cocks along with a body hyperfocused on sex made for a mind breaking combination. Or it would have for anyone else. Carmen led the pleasure herself, sprinting at the front of a pack of wolves ready to pounce the moment she let them. Each thrust let them draw a bit closer, her orgasm nipping at her heels.

“That’s six inches,” Carmen said, looking over her lover’s head at their shared reflection. Rachel looked too, panting hard, her stomach distorted by three separated bulges, each from different holes. The shortest was also the most pronounced, being closer to the surface. At that point, Carmen’s cock head was nestled firmly inside the once empty bladder. Her shape was ill-defined as it filled with pre-cum.

Twelve inches still waited outside, the leftover pussy juice drying on its length. It appeared to condense as it pushed into Rachel’s urethra, squeezed tight by the unfamiliar hole. Just past its girth, the onyx horse cock stretched its respective hole and, hidden beyond that, her anus tried closing on instinct without success.

“Get it all in me,” Rachel moaned, lifting her head to nuzzle Carmen’s collar, “I love feeling all of you inside me.”

“It might hurt,” Carmen warned, though she had no intention of stopping before then. Her climax was almost upon her, but she wouldn’t let it loose anywhere but inside her lover.

“I want it to. Makes it feel real. Makes you real,” Rachel reached up and pulled her into a kiss, eyes lost in Carmen’s own gaze, “You’re like a dream, you know that?”

“So romantic,” Carmen said and kissed her hard, pushing firmly. Another inch penetrated the stubborn bladder, “What if I go crazy? What if I start doing weirder stuff and you get hurt?”

“Like that doesn’t happen for every couple?” Rachel rolled her eyes and clamped down with her lower body, eliciting a scratchy moan from them both, “Oh god… come on, Carmen… babe… please fuck me…”

Carmen silenced her plea and sudden cry in a kiss as she jerked up. Tightest hole of her life or not, Carmen’s pre-cum lubricated the way and, combined with the unnatural power in her body, allowed her to slam several inches deeper. The bulges in Rachel’s front leapt out from her body, stuck out further than her pert tits, each the size of soccer balls. Her soft ass flattened against Carmen’s crotch, pressing flush against her.

The inhuman futa tightened the full nelson, forcing Rachel to curve further until she was staring directly at her brutalised crotch. Thick tubes projected to either side of her face, while her stretched out bladder extended toward her lips. As Carmen bucked harder, cocks flexing with her grunts, it closed the gap. Rachel didn’t waste time and ran her tongue over the condom-like flesh. Moans vibrated in her chest each time it shoved against her lips, then past them.

It slipped out, coated in spit, while Carmen raised her until the cock was at the border of her urethra. Rachel met her eyes in the mirror, the dual-toned glow almost hypnotic, she couldn’t look away, even as she was dropped and nearly every inch stretched out her bladder, womb and ass. Shrill moans still vibrated the air, her grip tightened further.

Carmen focused on the shape of her cocks protruding through her lover. Like a spell was broken, Rachel blinked and, with a sharp breath, screamed in orgasm. Her own cocks spurted powerfully, splashing off the ceiling and raining upon them both. Carmen grinned at her in the mirror and kissed her neck. The redhead jerked at the contact, her next shots even stronger. Small rings in the shape of hearts shone in her pupils. As Rachel’s orgasm continued, stronger by the second, they brightened and consumed the black.

She could only guess at what caused them to appear. Perhaps it was part of her changes, or was it simply a belated effect of the Futa Note. Rachel had touched it before her transformation after all. The book was responsible regardless.

Carmen pounded her small lover, whose orgasm persisted the whole time, her cries only muffled by intermittent kisses. All three of her cocks throbbed harder, filling out as the pack of denied orgasms encroached. Veins pulsed in stark relief against the redhead’s skin. Finally, Rachel’s climax wound down, her voice reduced to a breathless whimper as Carmen kept up the pace.

“I’m gonna cum,” Carmen grunted overhead, which prompted the penetrated futa to stroke along each protrusion, guiding some to her lips as she slurped and kissed them, moaning like she tasted the cocks through her skin. The wolves were at Carmen’s side, just waiting for that final order to leap and tackle her into pleasure unknown even to her. Her balls churned and pulled on her crotch, swinging destructively with her thrusts

“Cum inside,” Rachel slurred, voice quivering as the tempo ramped up, “Knock me up, please. Oh fuck, impregnate my baby maker. I wanna walk around with your babies!”

She’d never genuinely considered starting a family of her own. That was something for the future, when she was rich and successful, but she already fulfilled the former and the book could make her successful in anything. So why not? Why shouldn’t her closest love carry her child?

“I’ll do it,” Carmen panted into her ear, pumping harder, “You’re gonna carry my babies. As many as you want.”

Rachel preened and stroked the cock using her womb as a sleeve, “Do it, do it, do it! Make me so fucking big! Use the book! I want to be the biggest for you.”

“The biggest?” Carmen’s mind whirled even as the wolves surrounded her. People had given birth to as many as nine babies before. Did Rachel want ten? But that could be attained by a normal person couldn’t it? Twelve should be enough. She met those emerald seas, pink hearts floating in it. No, it wasn’t. It had to be so many that they were satisfied.

That Carmen was satisfied. Did she have a pregnancy fetish? Carmen thought back to downstairs, faint sounds of bliss echoed up to them, of Dakota’s belly so bloated and round that it might as well have been a pregnancy, then switched the dog-futa with Rachel. Her cocks swelled, her envisioned lover’s stomach swelling until it was bigger than her entire body. Bumps appeared across its frame, children kicking inside, eager to come out.

Oh fuck, she had another fetish. And Rachel’s breasts would fill out with so much milk, just like Stacy’s. As they fucked, they’d spray all over the place, then refill and need emptying not long after. If only she had Stacy too. What would happen if she were pregnant on top of her condition?

“I’m cumming!” Carmen screamed, rapid thrusts punctuated her cry as Rachel’s voice joined hers.

The wolves of orgasm tore into her, disassembled her on an atomic level and left her as particles floating in her own psyche. For just a second, stretched into eternity, Carmen saw the cosmos of her own mind and the infinity it represented. Her potential, the same that the Futa Note claimed it saw in her. If she embraced this more often, would she understand it?

Such thoughts swirled around her shattered existence until the rush of cum up her shafts glued her back together. Rachel clamped down on her, whole body rigid against Carmen’s, blocking the exit. Both gazed at the other in the mirror as the cocks ballooned at the bases. Finally the resistance faltered and let the flow rise.

All three cum-slits widened in preparation, but not enough. Pressurised jets exploded from all three, focused by the too small exits. Jizz raced through Rachel’s innards, so powerful it reached her stomach with the first splurge, swelling it into a gentle bump that was swallowed by her womb exploding outward. Carmen’s horse cock took the brunt of her load, unleashing a thicker deluge than both the others. Her third cock still hadn’t released, the tide moving slowly up Rachel’s constricting urethra.

In time with the redhead’s third explosion, the slowly rising tide burst. Below Rachel’s abdomen, swollen to the size of a watermelon, a new sphere bloomed, a bump on the otherwise massive belly. But they knew what it was, how impossible it should be for a bladder to match a small melon and keep growing. They held hands over Rachel’s gurgling stomach, feeling the eruptions disturb the taut surface, its contents swirling violently. Half the mirror was covered in cum as Rachel’s belly and bladder aimed her cocks down.

Carmen returned to the bed and laid on her side, taking Rachel with her. The larger futa released the full nelson and curled around her smaller lover, who shook in the aftershocks of her torrential orgasms, pricks spurting thick ropes as her holes milked the dredges of Carmen’s. Both cradled the body-defining globe of Rachel’s belly.

“Want me to reverse the changes?” Carmen asked, tracing a finger over the popped out navel. She breathed in her lover’s scent. It no longer remotely resembled her shampoo or deodorant, completely suffused in sex.

“No,” Rachel said and shuffled back, their sweaty skin touching everywhere possible, “I wanna do this again.”

“Anything else you’re desperate to try?”

“We’re not done?”

“Are you unconscious?”

“No.”

“Then I’ve still got a promise to live up to,” Carmen chuckled low in her throat, beaming down at her lover, eyes still overflowing with lust despite her built-up orgasm, “What next? Maybe I should make your clit grow  as big as your cocks and ride it? Then you can empty out a bit, before I fill you back up.”

“Oh god.” Rachel’s cocks slapped against her belly. She looked overdue with triplets already, but that orgasm was split between three holes. If every drop was focused, then what would be the result?

“Or maybe,” Carmen said, no more than a seductive breath that burned in Rachel’s ears, “I make you permanently pregnant.”

“Permanent?”

“You’ll never give birth. You’ll just carry my babies as they grow inside you until they’re bigger than you are. All those hormones will never go away. I can even make them stronger, get your ass even fatter until it’s a couch on its own.”

“No,” Rachel said.

“Huh?”

“To the permanent thing. I want to have your children, not just carry them around. Although,” Rachel giggled, eyes gleaming, “Maybe we should do that to Gretchen? Knock her up with a dozen forever. Imagine her trying to be a bitch when she can barely walk.” That brought a wave of laughter, ending with a snort.

“She can wait. For now it’s just you and me… and a spectator. Hey, Zoey. You’re looking… pent up,” Carmen said and licked her lips, looking to the Amazon in the doorway. Much as she’d planned for this to be private between her and Rachel, she knew her girlfriend had a crush on Zoey long before they got together. Besides, she wanted to sample the taller futa’s body more, “Come and join in.”

Carmen sat up with Rachel still in her lap and beamed at Zoey from over her head. Her balls gurgled. There was still plenty left to do.

49

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

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.”

50

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

Chapter 49 - Zoey Joins the Fray

“Uh, I’ll come back,” Zoey said, despite her throbbing member, which slapped against the doorway as she turned around.

“No, no, stay,” Carmen jumped up, cocks sliding from Rachel’s body with a luxurious slurp and a hoarse moan. She caught Zoey before she could walk away, pulling her into the room and shutting the door with a swift kick, “What’s up?”

“It is… um, well, we, uh, we need to talk.” Zoey looked everywhere but at the three cocks smearing her tanned stomach in cum.

“About?”

“This!” Zoey said and stepped away. Her cock bobbed, yet remained at a persistent forty-five degree angle, held up by pure core strength, “It’s nuts. It’s impossible. It’s…”

“Really fucking hot,” Rachel interjected.

“Yes! I mean, no! Rachel, she changed our entire lives without us knowing it.” The athlete whirled on her much smaller friend, who sat up with a stomach overflowing her lap.

“I knew. I practically begged her for it. Come on,” Rachel said when her best friend failed to respond, “It feels amazing, and I know you like having a dick. Admit it, it feels awesome.” The redhead came to stand between Zoey and Carmen, each futa multiple feet above her.

“Even if it doesn’t right now, I can always make it better,” Carmen said, licking her lips as her fingers twitched, moving as if she held a pen, “Think about it, Zoey. Anything you want, any fetish you’ve never even dreamed, I can make it happen.”

Rachel smirked at the jump in Zoey’s cock and stepped closer, nuzzling into it as she poked her nose into the athlete’s bald crotch, “This girl wants to enjoy herself. Look at her, basically crying to fuck. Or maybe you’re thinking with the other part.” Her hand vanished behind Zoey’s scrotum, which clenched up to the base of her cock as Rachel stroked her femininity. Three other cocks stared at her from over the redhead’s shoulders, their scent ripe in the air, overpowering even the cum dripping from the ceiling. Carmen approached and weaved her fingers with Rachel’s, finding sopping folds and a desperate cunny.

Zoey’s breaths hitched in response and only rose higher as two sets of fingers slipped inside. It wasn’t even a challenge with her wetness, each knuckle passed the barrier, if it could be called such, and nudged her walls as they clung onto the flesh. No grip was enough, however, as her natural lubricant prevented any traction. Each inch of finger just glided in and out.

“Tell me what you want, Zoey,” Carmen said, pulling her close and onto the bed, gazing up at the eight-foot Amazon, then urged her gaze to Rachel, sandwiched between their breasts, “We can double team her. Imagine feeling your cock sliding against all of mine as we knock up her womb together. Or would you like to do me? I’m feeling pretty empty here. Or maybe…”

“You want her to fuck you,” Rachel said into the bronze tits crowding her face. Zoey moaned by way of answer, to which the redhead redoubled her efforts, forcing the much taller futa onto her back, writhing in place beneath Rachel’s barely four-foot frame, “You see my belly right? It’s all Carmen’s jizz. Ooh, it’s leaking. You feel it, don’t you, how thick and slimy it is?”

Carmen removed her hands from Zoey’s pussy, leaving it entirely to her lover, and collected her wasted seed. She held the offering to Rachel, who slurped it up, then showed off her overflowing maw. It streamed down her chin, but Carmen kept returning it. After nearly losing her precious treat, she began chewing, exaggerated to show off the way it stuck to her teeth and just how thick it was. If not for the slimy texture, it resembled white taffy. It took several gulps before it vanished down her gullet.

“There’s still so much,” Rachel slurred, webs of white hanging between her lips and teeth as she spoke. She rolled her hips, pressing her own sexes against Zoey’s turgid shaft, its cum pipe barely giving way, “What about yours? Is it thick like hers? Come on, Zoey, show me.”

Carmen stopped her, “Let her make the choice.” Pouting and reluctant, Rachel climbed off, giving Zoey space to breathe and process. The athlete stared at her oldest friend, who sat back with her legs splayed, balls resting heavily on her ruined bedsheets and cocks jutting high. Carmen was on her a second later, tenderly kissing down the petite redhead’s neck and chest, before snapping onto a plump nipple. But they only held her attention for a moment when a slovenly heat engulfed her horse cock.

“Hmm, look at that,” Carmen hummed, leaning back on her hands and thrusting into Zoey’s mouth, wrapped tight around her cock. Few sights were as satisfying as a face distorted by her sheer girth, especially those as gorgeous as her friends and lovers. A familiar lump pressed down Zoey’s gullet, driven on by pure determination. Rachel didn’t spectate for long and joined in, taking the left into her mouth. She waited until their cheeks were pressed together and reached down to stroke Zoey’s prick as they both devoured more.

They moaned around their respective cocks, though one was still left in the open. Like it’s presence outside a mouth was a personal affront, Zoey retreated with a heavy gasp, thick ropes of spit between her and the equine prick, and pulled the two in. She once more dived onto the main cock, but stopped as the second stretched her mouth to new heights. Carmen hadn’t written any added elasticity in the book, yet her friend slurped on two cocks at once. And she was eyeing the other.

“Rachel, stop sucking my cock.” Her lover whined. “Don’t be such a selfish slut, besides I’ve got a plan.” Rachel relented and came away, leaving her slimy residue on half the human cock. Under Carmen’s guidance, she laid down, both cocks pointed straight up, while Carmen and Zoey manoeuvred until the triply endowed futa spread her cunt for each prick and slid down.

“Fuck me while I fuck her throat,” Carmen groaned, her flattened belly now bulging with her lover’s poles, more pronounced as she leaned back to better offer her cocks for Zoey, who accepted the challenge of a third cock. Proving her indominable will, she slid back, the second dick popped out and her tongue swirled around the equine member, while she grabbed the other. All three were held together, mere inches separated them in size, each over triple an average human’s member. Her lips moved slowly, dragging out the act, until they kissed the other two.

Then Rachel’s thrust pushed Carmen up and buried them deep. Zoey retched and pulled away, but a hand snapped down on her head, keeping her there even as her throat revolted. Streaks of spit oozed from her lips down each shaft. Eventually, her gags subsided and her breaths evened out, which Rachel took advantage of to thrust again. Zoey anticipated it that time and welcomed the deeper penetration with wholehearted moans.

She was such a prude before. Carmen should’ve been spending time with her friends like this from the beginning, getting her cocks sucked while two more, brutally fat pricks worked her insides, forcing her womb to bend to their whims. Always in view, the Futa Note, pencil at its side, watched and waited for her next entry. Or perhaps it just enjoyed the show as Carmen’s hips hovered above Rachel’s pumping crotch and stretched out Zoey’s gullet into a fitting sleeve.

“So tight,” Rachel said from below, prompting Carmen to flex, “Oh god, Carmen. I thought you were a virgin until today. How’re you so good?”

“I also have three huge dicks all fucking Zoey’s throat. I don’t think normal applies,” Carmen said and moaned as her pint-sized redhead pounded harder. Brutal, wet, loving smacks filled the air and rang in everyone’s ears. Zoey, not to be outdone, shifted her position and triggered her gag reflex once more. Her sounds of struggle harmonised with the slaps in a primal symphony.

Both futanari competed for Carmen’s attentions, yet she merely basked in their efforts. A wet sleeve undulated around her members, deeper every second, while her own cunt acted as a condom for her lover’s set. What completed it, however, was the closeness. Above even the vicious thrusts and gags of her partners, Carmen felt loved. It was subtle things, like how Rachel’s hands caressed her ass instead of groping it, or how they traced the bulges through her belly. Zoey, while not as present, stroked every inch of cock not in her throat as if they were a snuggling pet.

Carmen let the athlete dictate her pace from there and brought the other hand to her breast. An orgasm was on its way, different to the last; no longer a pack of wolves hunting her down, she was a member of them, stalking the unaware bliss. Each tiny shift in Rachel’s cocks, or lurid choke from Zoey, even the simple squeeze and release of her tit brought her closer. She turned to look down at beautiful green eyes, ringed in pink hearts that shone brighter in the shade.

“Fill me up, baby,” Carmen cooed and squeezed harder, “Pump me full of your cum. Don’t hold back. We’re gonna get pregnant together.”

Zoey made a noise, then jerked completely free to stare them. She didn’t stop stroking, rubbing her saliva into every inch, focusing on the oozing heads, “Pregnant?”

“We’re not sterile,” Carmen said and her pricks bobbed with her laughter, “Does that make you jealous? If you’d like, you’re welcome to try with either of us. But my sperm will win.”

Zoey didn’t take the bait. No, she didn’t even hear Carmen’s boast, off in her own world even as she pleasured the shafts before her. Then she blinked, refocused on the trio and gulped, though drool still escaped down her chin.

“Do me too. I don’t want Rachel going through it alone.”

“I’m with her.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Just admit it,” Carmen said, relaxing her pussy while she grabbed her horse cock and rubbed it against Zoey’s lips, pre-cum leaking straight under her nose, “You want me to breed you too.” She didn’t answer, just breathed deeper, all but snorting pre. No hearts appeared in her eyes, however they dimmed and focused solely on the bouquet in front. With all her new found experience, the three shafts vanished entirely down her oesophagus in one dive.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Carmen moaned and renewed her own efforts on orgasming. The prey was close, its presence a constant pressure throughout her body, “I’m getting close. Come on, Rachel, cum with me. Inflate me when I inflate Zoey. Give my womb every drop. Knock me up.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel gasped. She grabbed onto Carmen’s hips and brutalised the welcoming hole. Juices poured out with her cocks, dousing her thighs and abdomen, “You look so hot with a big belly of jizz. I wanna see you bigger than that. Oh fuck, milk my fucking sperm!”

Carmen did just that. As Rachel said earlier, she was a vaginal virgin not long ago, but all it took was a thought and some imagination, then her tunnel - even her womb - was moving as desired. It rolled along the shafts in time with their moves, sucking on them as Zoey’s own mouth did, while also squeezing like hands to cover every little bump and crevice in her love. Warmth filled her abdomen, pouring out from Rachel, while she rounded out Zoey’s abs.

“You ready?” Carmen gasped, hand on Zoey’s head again. The athlete nodded and moaned, cocks swelling in her mouth, while Rachel whimpered and thrust faster. There was no chance of escape as Carmen pounced on her own bliss, tore it apart and bathed in the warmth of semen as it poured into and out from her. Rachel cried out and pressed flush, her own hips completely covered in Carmen’s hips.

As Carmen’s cunt squeezed in its own release, it forced her load to build. Rachel gripped tighter as her cum-pipe bulged with backed up wads of jizz, creeping their way up until they crested the cervix and soared to the top. It stretched out her urethra in all directions as a chunky rope pushed out with an audible squelching, but her cocks were quick to adapt and fired harder as the next loads lined up. Soon, Carmen’s belly fattened with congealed cum packed inside.

Unlike her pussy, Zoey’s mouth had no such strength. It merely distended for the loads as they raced toward her stomach, bloating her slender throat, then vanished beneath her hardened pectorals, all to bloat her stomach. Any hint of the six-pack was swallowed in cum-stretched skin, a gravid ball of virility that kept growing. It pressed into the bed and poured to the sides, where it squished against Carmen’s immovable legs.

“I can’t believe it,” Zoey said once she could speak again. All three laid down, Carmen in the centre of course, and cradled their fecund middles. The others could walk in and rightly assume they were all heavily pregnant, though if anyone moved too suddenly ripples spread throughout the surfaces and betrayed the actual contents. Despite the gallons of semen released inside everyone, no pricks were soft.

“Believing doesn’t matter. Whether you like it or not does,” Carmen said, more to herself, and climbed to her feet, legs spread wide to properly accommodate her pseudo-quintuplet pregnancy. Her breasts rested heavily upon it, each tit half its size, while all her cocks stretched beyond its navel peak. Rachel was right, she did look hot with a big belly. Although, she thought her friends would look even better if they were more inflated, “You ready for the real thing?”

Rachel beamed and shuffled closer so her belly pressed against Zoey’s, “Come on, fuck my cunt again, really fill me up.”

“I…” Zoey gulped again, her desire blatant as her cock twitched. Her petite friend pinched a nipple, “Hey!”

“Don’t get all indecisive now,” Rachel said and soothed the reddened nub, “And don’t say you’re not sure. I fingered your pussy, I know you want to get fucked just as bad as me. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to get pregnant with me. Can’t do that if you’re a total prude.”

“Like I said,” Carmen added, climbing onto the bed to leer down at them, “I can make it better. In any way you’d like.” Her cocks twitched toward them, but her belly kept them down. A constant stream of cum oozed down her thighs. She clenched and squirted a thick dollop out, more like curdled milk than semen. Zoey’s eyes followed it.

“I can make my cum thicker than that,” Carmen said, though she wasn’t sure how. She wouldn’t write her own name yet, perhaps ever, doing so still felt like an admittance that she needed the book for everything. Or perhaps it was her own anxieties in the way. Though why bother with the book when her body was already incredible, and improving still, “I can make it so just a single drop will be like all our loads combined.”

“Fuck it!” Zoey shouted and hooked an arm under her leg, then pulled it up. Her balls slid down her thigh, covered in fem-cum, to reveal her juicy, tidy snatch.

“Fuck what?” Rachel asked, doing the same, though her thighs were thicker. Both their legs pressed into their respective bellies, though the redhead’s caused a greater leakage from her broken in pussy.

“Me! God, just fuck me, please! I can’t take it anymore. I don’t care if I get pregnant or not. My fucking cunt is burning for your cocks!”

“No fair, I want her cocks too,” Rachel pouted.

Zoey ignored her, “Fuck my ass too! You can rip me apart, I don’t care, just please. Fuck me.”

“She makes a compelling case, Rachel. Besides, you’ve already been fucked today. It’s only fair.”

“At least give me one,” Rachel said.

“Of course.”

The two friends kept their pose as Carmen knelt in front. All three of her cocks were rigid even after the multitude of orgasms, each destined to fuck the two beneath her. She angled her horse cock and the left to Zoey, poising the latter at her pucker, while its bestial sibling nestled against her virgin sex. Her other pressed into Rachel’s ass with ease, her tiny body better prepared than her far bigger ally.

To make up for the lack of a fourth cock, Carmen slipped her hand into Rachel’s slimy cunt. Jizz squelched around her as she pushed to her forearm, though it still wasn’t a match for her main cock. With Rachel’s moans distracting her, Zoey almost missed the sudden entry into her own depths. Virgin folds resisted Carmen for a second, before her flare slipped in on a wave of pre-cum. Likewise, Zoey’s ass gave a token struggle, then caved.

“Oh fuck, that’s…” Zoey clenched her teeth, then moaned as Rachel kissed her deep.

“Feels great, right?”

Zoey grunted as another inch shoved into each of her holes, “Yesssss!”

“Then look at her,” Rachel said, taking her head so they were cheek to cheek, bronze and pale skin highlighted by each other, and beamed at the bulges in their mons pubis, “And beg her to fuck your womb and ass until you’re a wreck like me.”

“Please, Carmen! I’ve wanted this ever since the race, so please, please fuck my virgin cunt and ass! Make them yours! I don’t want any other cocks but yours, so don’t hold back!”

“Careful what you wish for,” Carmen said and looked straight into her lover’s heart-ringed eyes, “I’ve been holding back for a while now.”

51

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

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.

52

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

Chapter 51 - Return to the First Fetish

This was it. No reason to be nervous. They knew each other better than most people, worked together, slept together, helped and loved each other. Stacy still moved around her apartment in a flurry of doubt. Nothing was perfect, something always seemed just off enough to bother her, like the plate of cookies she’d plucked from the oven little over twenty minutes ago. Were they done enough? The stack didn’t look very neat. Too many chocolate chips stuck out.

No. No, it’s fine. Stacy plopped herself on the couch, hands clasped in front of her chest as she hunched over, trying not to look around and find another thing that would somehow turn this meeting into a disaster. Her breasts were full, almost uncomfortable, however she wouldn’t empty them yet. Maybe expecting anything of tonight was blindly optimistic, but she still hoped.

Everything about this could be a giant mistake. Opening old wounds for no reason other than the possibility of healing them might be too great a risk.

“It’ll be fine. She called me. That’s a good sign, right? I can’t come off as desperate in this situation, can I? So, it’s good. All’s good. We’re just gonna talk, catch up, laugh a little and let things go from there. Into the bedroom… Oh god, what’s wrong with me?” No one was around to hear her, the words just bounced off her walls. Though they didn’t echo, she heard them over and over in her head.

Not just the words, but everything she’d missed in the last several months. Cuddling while soft lips nursed from her bosom, feeling deft fingers dip into her and coax out pleasures beyond her abilities, and… her hands were between her legs now. Stacy bit her lip, staring at them drift closer to her heat, closed off by thighs mashed together. Moisture saturated her panties, leaking out onto her skin and showing through her strained pants. Maybe she should deal with that first?

“Stacy?”

“Fuck!” Stacy jerked up, curves jiggling as she rushed to the door. Was it her? Calm down, act natural, don’t cry too much and try not to leak right away. That could wait until later. If things went well, “HI! Car… Mel, hey, what’s… ooh…”

Her co-worker stood in the doorway, dressed up and clearly ready to go out. Co-worker? What was wrong with her that she still thought of Mel, whose body she’d seen more of than any other in the past few weeks, as anything but a girlfriend? She knew what. It was the whole reason she’d fretted over every detail in her home, the reason her pussy was wetter than it had been in months.

“You, uh, need time to get ready?” Mel asked.

“No, uh… I mean…”

“Expecting someone?”

“Yes, wait, it’s complicated.”

“Right.”

“Well, a, uh, family member is going through a tough time and called me and I didn’t think, so I offered to help them out and you’re not buying this, are you?”

“Not at all,” Mel said, looking closer at the apartment, “Whoever they are, they finally got you to clean up, I see.”

“Look, it’s not your fault or anything…”

“I know. Stacy, you’re a great woman, but you’re way too nice sometimes. You’re still not over your ex, are you? It’s cool, I get it. This was fun though.”

Stacy caught her arm as she turning to leave, “Hey, um, maybe stick around and meet her? You’ll love her.”

“And you’re way too optimistic,” Mel sighed and pecked her on the lips, “I meant it, this was fun. If things don’t work out and you just need some casual lovin’, let me know, okay?”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

With that short exchange, Mel left and Stacy was alone once more. Single. Unless… She shut the door and returned to the cushions, smothering them in her rear. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Carmen wouldn’t be attracted to her anymore. She’d put on all that weight, not only that, but Carmen was going out with that obnoxious, albeit hotter than hell, blonde. And before her, it was that adorable redhead.

Sure, Stacy had more curves than either of them - though the blonde was close with those implants - but that came at a price. Her belly rested on her legs as she returned to the couch, and sat upon it were her breasts, so huge and pert from the abnormal milk production. If she had any pride, it was them. No one could shame her for them,  given the flavour they produced and the sexiness of gushing milk if she built up long enough. And the way Carmen adored them.

Was it too late to call and postpone their reunion? She just needed a month to get in shape, maybe use liposuction if necessary, get her hair done, put on better makeup and let her tits fill up so she could give Carmen a big, milky hug upon seeing her. A short series of raps on her door had her standing once again.

“Deep breath,” Stacy said and opened the final obstruction. And there she was…

“Hi.” That musically husky voice, like it just finished grunting all night in bed and was seducing her into continuing throughout the day.

“Hi,” Stacy said.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry, come in.”

Carmen stepped indoors and graced the quaint apartment with her radiance. It didn’t matter that she wore a simple jumper with cargo pants, though they were tight around her legs, her simple presence was divine. She took a long breath and sighed, grinning ear-to-ear at the plump woman still frozen at the door.

“I missed this place,” Carmen said and gracefully sat on the decade old couch, so at home despite the trembling silence.

“It can’t compare to your place, your family’s rich.” Stacy said and joined her, far less graceful in her descent. Heat flashed as what little distance separated them was closed by the younger woman, their skin pressing through cloth, so close for the first time in so long.

“Money can’t recreate the smell,” Carmen said, still grinning, “Like the sweetest grandma.”

“Grandma? I’m not that old!”

“I know,” Carmen chuckled and shifted position to lean her head on the older woman’s shoulder, breathing deep, “It’s your scent. That’s all.”

She was too much. The apartment was air conditioned, but it might as well be broken with the heat blaring through Stacy’s body, compelling her to get closer. She obeyed, resting her cheek atop Carmen’s head and breathing deep as well. How was it that, regardless of what other aromas surrounded her, Carmen reeked of sex in the best possible way? Like the air around her somehow smelled like how sex felt.

It could be her body. That blonde didn’t compare. Stacy didn’t either. Nobody she knew of even grazed the same plane of existence as Carmen’s, with gorgeous breasts that rested heavily on her chest, yet they sat up like perky B-cups. And what of the obtuse curvature in her crotch?

That was special to them for so long. Stacy hadn’t confided her lactation in many people, much less any past employees, and Carmen had done the same with her penises, all five of them. Fully concealing them was impossible, but Stacy had the honour being first to see them when they slept together. Although, she couldn’t remember them clearly. She chuckled under her breath; they had spent more time inside her than out after all.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Carmen said, lowering herself until her head rested in Stacy’s lap, legs and arms curled up tight to fit on the cushions. If they started seeing each other again, she’d get a new couch, one big enough for the stunning girl in her lap. Fingers combed through the luxurious black and pinks locks, their length reaching all the way to an ass that Stacy would drool over in different circumstances.

“Me too,” Stacy said, leaning to peer over her breasts, “So, uh, why did you call?”

“I…” Carmen turned her unique eyes away, grin fading then returning, “I really, really missed you. That’s all, honestly.”

“Did it not work out with those other girls?”

“Girls?” Carmen frowned.

“That nice redhead you were with and that… blonde.” Venomous tones were foreign to Stacy’s tongue, but it suited her memory of her.

“Oh, that,” Carmen nestled into the plump woman’s belly and shuddered, “You saw us and thought she was my girlfriend.”

“Yes.”

“I hate her. The blonde, I mean. She… it’s hard to explain it now, but she did something to me and Rachel, the redhead. Everything’s fine now,” she hastily added, “But that wasn’t a relationship.”

“Oh, that’s… I was gonna say ‘that’s good’ but that sounded horrible. She broke you and Rachel up, didn’t she?”

“For a while.”

Stacy froze. Her hand, her breath, her heart… “For a while?”

“Stacy,” Carmen sat up and looked her in the eye, “What would you say if I wanted you to be my girlfriend again?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper, but she didn’t hesitate. In most people’s views, Stacy had failed as an adult, becoming infatuated with this girl barely out of high school and not even nineteen yet.

But she couldn’t help it. They wouldn’t understand having never looked into those eyes unlike any other on Earth, the pink glow around a strange shape amid an ocean of red seeming to pull on her inhibitions, unlatching their hundreds of locks one at a time. If she just stared long enough, she’d never be the same and she’d be fine with it.

“Even if it meant sharing me?”

“Sharing you?”

“Stacy,” the way she said her name alone was enough to stir greater feelings, “I’m different now. Honestly, if you’d believe it, I’m not really human anymore. What I mean is, I want sex. All the time. So much that I fucked everyone in a strip club, long story, and still left wanting more. I just had sex with most of my friends and… it’s so hard for me not to just attack you right now. I can’t just be with one person anymore.”

“I… I see…”

Carmen stood and went to a bag that seemed to materialise in Stacy’s apartment. Was she wearing one earlier? She hadn’t noticed. The apocalypse could’ve happened when she first saw her and she’d be numb to it. From the bag, she retrieved a simple notebook, then offered it to her.

“You won’t believe me, but this book changed everything.”

Stacy took it and jerked at the jolt along her skin. She opened it and saw names, followed by descriptions, or rather, directions. For them to become more like Carmen, and wholly unique too. One name, Mary, was written with four breasts, another had penises for nipples and it just continued from there. Was Carmen showing her a fetish diary? Had she gone through a sexual awakening of sorts and this was the result? Maybe that was why she was the blonde?

“I know that look,” Carmen said and gently took it back, holding and looking at the book like it was her child, “It’s completely insane, right?”

“No, Carmen, it’s fine. Everyone has fetishes. I’m fine with trying stuff if that’s what you want. I don’t know how we’d manage most of it, but we can try.”

Carmen laughed. What a sound! Each note resonated between Stacy’s thighs, that husky tone still present and more enticing than ever. Whatever she said next, whether it involved a threesome or more, Stacy would do everything to accept and please this woman, whom placed the book down and sat astride Stacy’s lap, bulges pressing deep into her belly. Arms appeared on each side and she looked up at the beauty bearing down on her.

“What if I could change you to be like that? To be like anything you or I fantasise about. What if I could give you four breasts, nipples the size of cocks, enough milk to end starvation, a pussy that’ll flood your apartment, all with a cock so thick and juicy that it’ll need it’s own pants just to be decent. What if I wanted you to have boobs bigger than a house? Would you let me do that to you?”

Stacy wasn’t much for porn. She’d heard things about what resided on the internet, strange fetishes that stretched beyond her lactation and Carmen’s unique endowments, but never had them spoken aloud to her. Did Carmen really want that? What about Stacy? She looked down at herself, almost feeling her ex-girlfriend’s eyes follow, and imagined her chest at such a size, filling with impossible volumes of milk, all while a huge dick poked between them. Her pussy boiled at the idea, dampness spreading under her cheeks.

“Maybe not that big,” Stacy said, “But if you could do that, I’d be happy with whatever you wanted.”

“You’re too good for me,” Carmen said and traced a finger along the plumper woman’s body, following its curves down to her pants, then vanished past the tight waistband. It took some struggling, however Carmen’s fingers soon found her unkempt folds and the clit that poked half an inch past, “We can wait until later, but right now… right now I need you.”

Stacy looked back into those eyes. It wasn’t every night that she fantasied of being with Carmen again, but her dreams stared her in every scenario, from as simple as being back at Soothe the Soul, working side-by-side again, to getting tit-fucked using her milk as lube. They could do that now. Those fingers hovered at her entrance, taunting her.

“But I won’t if you need time. I saw that other woman before, so I get it if you want to…”

“Just kiss me, please.” The same instant their lips met, Carmen curled her fingers inside and set off a chain reaction. It wasn’t an orgasm, but close enough. Stacy had wanted this for so long; Carmen’s heat pressing into her, Carmen’s fingers exploring her wanton depths once more, Carmen’s taste in her mouth. She felt bad for Mel, however there really was no one like her.

No one that groped her tit and milked her, moaning at the mere fact of it. Carmen snagged her lip between her teeth and pulled until it hurt, then let go, tongue soothing the pain away. She whirled it around in precise chaos, then coaxed Stacy’s out. Once past her lips, Carmen suckled on it, groaning deep in her wonderful chest. Stacy didn’t think and clapped her hands upon the girl’s ass, joining the sounds as it jiggled from the blow.

Carmen released her tongue, her own hovering out to keep contact until she couldn’t reach any further. She slurped up all the loose spit, “You taste even better now.”

“Oh hush,” Stacy said and enforced it with her lips, using them to prevent any more words as she groped the ass cheeks of her dreams, while Carmen slid a third finger inside and ground into her grip. They undulated together, sinking deeper into one another, moaning their joy at reuniting. Subtle movements pressed against Stacy’s plush belly. One hand left Carmen’s bubbly ass to slip between them and feel the hardening presences.

At her touch, moisture erupted against her fingers as each bulge lurched. She kept touching, kept making out, kept returning the joy Carmen gave her even as she raced toward a climax. Too long had passed since she came, but her love would break that curse. Stacy chittered at the fourth finger stretching her pussy, while a talented thumb massaged her clit and sent tremors throughout.

“It’s okay,” Carmen said, pulling back just to nip at her neck, “Go ahead and cum first. It won’t be the last time, I’ll have you screaming with more soon.”

“So confident, ooh fuck, I think I’ll… hmm, do that,” Stacy said, “But I’m returning the favour, okay?”

“I look forward to it,” Carmen said, grinning up at her, before she latched onto her neck and suckled. Everyone’s erogenous zones were different, yet Carmen found her most innocuous place to target. As the flesh bruised in a love bite, Stacy panted and gasped, her pussy rippled, slurping on the fingers with enough force to suck the thumb in as well. Even then, Carmen angled her wrist to grind against her clit.

“Carmen, oh god, fuck, Carmen I’m gonna cum. Make me cum, baby! Make me feel so good! Fuck, I’ve missed you. So much. God, please!” Tears rolled down her cheeks, but were intercepted by Carmen’s spare hand, which cupped her and pulled her into a kiss, fingers slowing. As their tongues met once more, she jerked back to full speed. Stacy cried her out in her first orgasm since they last saw each other.

A wet hand appeared in her periphery and drifted closer. Carmen pulled away and brought the soggy fingers to her lips, licking them clean one by one. As she finished with the last digit, she shuddered as if in her own climax, though it wasn’t.

“I know it sounds awful, but…”

“But what?” Stacy asked, cupping her lover’s ass once more as the bulges in her pants grew. The cloth strained harder than ever, pushed to its limits, and creaked as Carmen rolled her hips.

“I think I might’ve missed your pussy the most.”

Stacy snorted and spanked her firmly. The ripple effect was too much for the poor garment girding her lower body. Tears bloomed across them and Carmen’s cocks lurched to freedom, but were bound by insurgent threads. The unique girl leaned back, as if offering them to her. Stacy licked her lips and tore the remains, then gawked as the quintet rose to their full glory. Were they always so huge and… inhuman? Her eyes locked to the middle, tracing the nubs and segmented bulges along its sides.

Carmen distracted her, taking her hands and putting them on the softest tits Stacy would ever feel.

“You can still back out. We can just be friends,” Carmen said, reading the apprehension caused by her giant members, “Once we really get started, I won’t stop. I don’t know what you remember, but I’m gonna do much, much more than that.”

Stacy gulped and squeezed, her pussy already famished for another orgasm, “I’m already past stopping.” Her love smirked, flashing her teeth.

“Then what’re you waiting for,” Carmen said, lifting her hoodie slightly and offering a glimpse of her gorgeous stomach, flat unlike Stacy’s. Before any doubt could creep in, the hoodie fell and fingers trailed across Stacy’s belly, so gentle and caring that her fears fled, “Show me everything. After so long, I want to see all of you.”

Maybe she was too eager, but Stacy all but ripped her shirt off and flung it aside. Her tits fell with a loud slap against her belly and Carmen’s pricks, blue veins pointing toward her dark, puffy nipples. They ached from the milk trapped inside, but the look of thirst that fell over Carmen’s face promised to relieve it soon. Her own top was gone soon enough and there she was, naked as their first time and, somehow, even more stunning.

“I love you,” Stacy said.

Carmen blinked at first, then her cocks flexed and pre-cum gushed down their lengths, “I love you too.” They parted the forest of phalli and kissed once more. Hot, bare flesh pressed against each other, no longer obstructed by clothes. It felt like she might burn up in Carmen’s heat, yet she never wanted it to go. No, she was burning up. Carmen’s eyes glowed brighter as they looked into hers and, like phantom hands toyed with her entire being, Stacy shuddered in her second orgasm.

“I need you,” Stacy said and wrapped both hands around the centre cock. Her hands didn’t even meet around it. Had this thing really fit inside her at one point? Yes, it must’ve. Even if it didn’t now, she could pleasure it in other ways.

“You have me. But we should probably move to the bedroom. Don’t want to make a mess of your living room.”

“Good point,” Stacy chuckled, feeling the massive balls churn. They’d definitely make a mess and more.

53

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

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.”

54

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

Chapter 53 - Stacy's Transformation

Carmen’s fixation on the book and her self-proclaimed ability to ‘make any fetish come true’ was odd, however it was nice to see her focus on something beyond work and Stacy. All the time she spent at Soothe the Soul, not once did she see her wonderful employee express any interest in hobbies. She didn’t even look at Stacy until things escalated. For her to be so enthused warmed the older woman’s heart. Or perhaps that was the cum she’d yet to wipe off.

Between the two, they managed to clear most of it. Enough for Stacy to be recognisable as a human and not a walking semen-monster, though the idea earned a chuckle. They sat on the bed, Stacy rested her head on Carmen’s shoulder, the much taller teen slouching for her benefit, and looked at the blank lines. This was to be her entry, a page all to herself. It was sweet in an unusual way.

“You don’t believe it’s real, do you?” Carmen asked.

“Carmen, it’s… hard to believe.”

“But you do trust me.”

“Of course.”

“Then go ahead,” Carmen urged, pencil tip hovering over the paper, “Whatever you’ve wanted for yourself, just tell me and I’ll write it. Whether it comes true or not, I’d like to learn more about you.”

“Even if it’s silly worries?”

“Especially then.”

“Well,” Stacy palmed her stomach, “I wouldn’t mind being fitter.” While she wasn’t obese, the weight was obvious and made daily activities a chore sometimes, like climbing the stairs to her apartment. It would be nice to get up and not wheeze for air. Carmen wrote it down, though not in those explicit terms; controls fat distribution.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, you’ll grow a cock from this.”

“I will? Hmm… but I can choose what it’s like? Okay, then give me a huge one. You stretched me so good, it’s only fair I return the favour sometime.”

Carmen smirked and pecked her lips, “Can’t wait. Don’t stop there, give me all the details, honey. Do you want bigger boobs? More milk? A thick, juicy pussy? Nipples I can fuck? Imagination’s the limit.”

Nipples she could fuck? Stacy didn’t expect the thought to reverberate in her chest, tits sparking and swelling. If they could do that, then Carmen’s seed would mix with her milk and create something new, the ultimate flavour combination. The perfect coffee blend. She laughed to herself for thinking of coffee in this situation.

As they talked it over, each time Stacy thought she’d finished, Carmen had a new suggestion. And, without fail, it ignited something in the older woman. By the time they were absolutely finished, a sprawling list of changes filled the page, and her snatch dripped with more than leftover cum. Carmen wrote her first name at the top of it, then stopped.

“Last chance.”

She really was committed to it, “I’m sure.” With that ‘Caramel’ was written and Carmen started counting the seconds, each number more excited than the last. Still counting, she pulled Stacy to her feet. They were so different in height, with Carmen almost two feet over her. It was so easy to be intimidated by her stature, but she never showed Stacy anything less than quiet content. She couldn’t resist hugging her, breasts mashing into the Amazonian futa’s stomach and squeezing out the dregs of her lactation.

“Forty,” Carmen said and stepped away, stroking her main cock with the strangest, yet most sensual grin on her face. Before Stacy could ask, a plume of heat struck her crotch, her hands rushed to the scene and collided with flesh that wasn’t there before. Her lips fell open, moans slipped out, while her eyes strained to take in the scene below as her very own penis grew in. Just an average member at first, it quickly ripened with fat veins all over its growing length.

The head stretched past her reach just as heavy balls erupted into existence. She went to grab them, to feel it as they condensed and grew at the same time, however her chest caught fire. Groping her tits, Stacy watched, enraptured, as they swelled. Second to Carmen, she was always the bustiest woman in her life, but now her bosom did its best to close that gap. It stopped short a few inches from Carmen’s majesty, but if the entry was real, then it wouldn’t be that for long.

Sure enough, a new heat built in each massive breast. Her nipples engorged, areolae puffing up around her fist-sized peaks, while her hills bloated into mountains. No stretch marks disgraced their gorgeous forms, though veins showed through clearer and clearer from the sheer tightness of her skin. One hand squeezed and cream gushed forth.

It couldn’t be called milk anymore. Carmen had thickened and enriched it, turning every drop into a lush cream that would cost a fortune. Even that wasn’t enough. Stacy arched her back as muscles rippled across her frame. Where she was unhealthily soft before, a pleasant layer of muscle took its place. Her belly suctioned in on itself, leaving her with the trimmest gut of her life, all the more pronounced by her boobs and hips. But the weight didn’t simply vanish.

“Oh god,” Stacy gasped. Hands flew to her ass, feeling it perk up, all the marks and divots caused by her weight diminished, then expand. Before long, it was a genuine bubble butt, the kind she envied young women for, but on a daunting scale. If she could smother a chair before, couches were now in trouble. The growth didn’t stop there as moist lips squished between her voluptuous thighs.

“Is it over?”

“Not quite,” Carmen said, still masturbating to the sight. At her words, Stacy grunted as all her bones reoriented themselves. Her hips widened, pelvis now broader than her shoulders, while her limbs extended, and her breasts lost ground against her torso. When it was over, she now longer stood nearly two feet under Carmen, though she was still much taller. The teen rushed her with a soft, passionate kiss, “Now it’s done. Wanna see?”

“Oh, yes,” Stacy sighed. Age had treated her well enough. Even in her thirties, she often had energy to spare and put it to good use, even if her metabolism was never anything to brag about. In recent months of course, that vibrancy had waned, but it hadn’t just returned, it was greater than ever. Her face still appeared mature, with the laugh lines she’d accrued over the decades, though now it was juxtaposed by a youthful exuberance she hadn’t known since her teens. No, even more than that.

“You look amazing,” Carmen said, joining her in the mirror frame and kissing at her neck. She didn’t have to bend so far now, though just enough to make it clear how big she really was.

“Thanks to you,” Stacy sighed. Her eyes roved across her frame as she turned and posed, hunting for any of the slight flaws that used to worry her. Even that suspicious mole on her back was gone, “I kind of miss my belly though.” At her wish, a peculiar chill swept through her body, then it was replaced by a heat in her belly. The mirror retold what she instinctively knew; her stomach was growing. It stopped several inches short of its former pudginess, more like a small pillow on her body.

That didn’t keep her attention for long as her gaze wavered to her cock and the nearby quintet. This was no time to admire her new body, much as she enjoyed it, not when she’d done such a poor job satisfying her love. Now she could finally do it.

“Carmen, tell me, did you write your name in there as well?” They were still in the bathroom, looking at their reflections. The light overhead highlighted the errant drops of cum still on her skin.

“Not me. Gretchen did,” Carmen said, looking down, “I was an idiot and she got it. She made me do things I’d rather forget, but Rachel saved me.” She refused to meet Stacy’s gaze, expression and body frozen in place. There was something more she wasn’t telling her, but that could wait.

“Is that why you’re like this?”

“Yeah. Mostly,” Carmen finally looked up, “It’s complicated, but as its owner, I… change. Believe it or not, I was a pretty normal girl once.”

“I don’t believe you were ever normal.”

“Ouch.”

Stacy chuckled, “I mean, I bet you were always wonderful. It wouldn’t matter what you looked like, I know we’d have, how the kids say, ‘hooked up’.”

“Don’t jive talk, Stacy. You’ll sound like a mom.”

“Isn’t that the plan?” Stacy asked, taking her lover’s hands and moving them to her soft belly, “To make me so enormously pregnant I can barely walk? You did write something like that.”

“I did,” Carmen said, not embarrassed as she massaged the flesh, “This book made me into such a pervert. I finally get to be with you again, but all I’m thinking about is impregnating you. Does anyone ever tell you that you’d look amazing as a mom.”

“You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“A crime,” Carmen laughed, kissing at her lover’s shoulder, “You’d look perfect as a mom. Not just your figure, but you’re so kind. I basically just show up out of the blue and you welcome me back into your home, between your legs, into your womb and even let me make you like this.” She turned the massage into an embrace, never to let go. But she had to eventually, if they were to make good use of what that book did.

“You don’t even mind if I love someone else too?” Carmen asked, little more than a whisper against Stacy’s skin. She closed her hands over Carmen’s, squeezing softly.

“It’s… weird, I won’t lie. Not in a bad way, just something I’ll have to get used to,” Stacy said, feeling the many cocks throbbing against her back, “And I guess one girl’s not enough for you now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Stacy turned around, their breasts and phalli sliding together. She clapped her hands down firmly on the taller futa’s ass, squeezing deep, “You’re amazing. It’d be selfish to keep you to myself.” Carmen lowered her and looked to the side, though her hands reciprocated the action.

“But aren’t you just saying that to justify letting me sleep with other people? Doesn’t it hurt you? Stacy, I won’t just be fucking you and Rachel, but almost a dozen others. There’ll be more too. It doesn’t matter if I try holding back, I won’t be able to help myself. The book… I’m too far gone. I don’t deserve love.”

Another slap on her ass finally raised her head, “Listen to me. Everyone deserves love.”

“Even Gretchen?”

“Let me finish. Most people deserve love. Just because you’re hot and always horny doesn’t mean you don’t. I doubt anyone you know would tell you otherwise. Even your mother would be happy for you, long as you and everyone else is too. I’m not justifying anything, Carmen. I love you, now more than ever; you shared this with me. How many other women would?”

“Not many would turn a bunch of girls into futanari with various other transformations.”

“Precisely,” Stacy said and pulled her face lower, “You’re not a bad person. You’re an eighteen year old with a magic book and five cocks and two girlfriends who love you more than just about anything. One of whom is hard as fuck waiting for round two.”

“Here I thought I was insatiable,” Carmen kissed her, taking a hand in hers, “No going back on your word. You’re my girlfriend. Rachel is too.”

“We’ll make it work. She can have you on weekends.”

“I’m not a kid,” Carmen snickered, “Good thing I’ve got enough cocks to around. But for the rest of tonight, they’re all yours.”

“Hmm, can’t wait.”

She didn’t have to. A moment of indecision gave way to unfiltered lust, Carmen’s lips smashed against hers, tongue darting forth to meet its partner, while pushing them back to the bed. Even as they fell, the kiss remained. The fall didn’t jiggle her new tits the way it used to, instead the huge spheres bounced, skin drum-tight from the milk packed inside. Her nipples tingled as they rubbed against Carmen, who manipulated their bodies until her cocks were poised at Stacy’s cunt once more.

The core member pressed against it. Sparks flew in response, far more than the first time. It slid up and down swollen folds, then caught on something, before flicking up to slap into the overhanging ball sack. Stacy yelped at the blast of pleasure, her own cock flexed and spewed pre-cum between them. Looking down, she found it peeking through her tits, urethra yawning as it drooled more pearly slime. Carmen’s lips separated from hers and went down to sample it.

“Sweet as always,” she said, scooping a dollop on her nimble tongue and offering it to the older woman. Stacy accepted it, all but sucking on Carmen’s tongue like a small cock of its own. Could she make that happen too? She almost giggled at the idea, but the dick got caught and flicked again. Pre-cum splashed against her chin. Carmen licked her clean, going back for a kiss even as she kept rubbing her fat prick along the salivating quim.

She didn’t wait for begging or even a sound beyond Stacy’s moans. A minute since landing on the bed and it pushed in. Unlike the first time, Stacy took the head in a single, smooth thrust, however it stretched her no less and pushed her walls to their theoretical limits. With her smaller stomach, the bulge was more obvious, though only because she held her breasts apart. It protruded high enough to lift her cock too and kept moving.

With barely a quarter inside, it struck her cervix. A smile pulled on her lips at the sensation, no longer unbearably sensitive, like a million feathers on her clit, but a sensuous touch, a kiss of two lovers. They separated as Carmen reared back, but it was only a moment before reunion, a deeper kiss that curved the barrier. Those bursts of orgasms from before were gone, though she didn’t miss them. Now she could look into Carmen’s incredible eyes as each thrust brought their bodies closer.

Become one was a poetic phrase for sex she’d heard time and again. Stacy never really thought it could happen, and still didn’t, however each fraction an inch Carmen sank deeper, she wondered if it was just a phrase. It wasn’t just her pussy. Every pore in her skin felt it was being pleasured by Carmen, like this incomparable person was everywhere at once. Just breathing seemed to draw her into Stacy until she pervaded everything.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” Stacy said, her cervix at its limit, “I know you’re just begging to wreck my tight little pussy.”

“You don’t like it?” Carmen asked, pausing with the barrier arched around her tip.

Stacy shook her head, “It’s not that. We’ve been apart for ages and you just gave me a ‘totally bangin’ bod.”

“Stacy,” Carmen snickered.

“So don’t hold back. Not tonight at least. There’s plenty of time to make love, but I want you to fuck me. I want all you’ve got, then more. Don’t stop until I’m completely yours. I want no one else to be right for me. Only you. Only your cocks. Only your lips. Only your pussy. Just you, Carmen.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Carmen murmured, then grunted, but not with a thrust, and her eyes shone.

“What’s… ooooooooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCCKKK!” Stacy wailed, unable to voice the sudden torrent of blistering ecstasy enforced on her. From the corner of her eye, through tears of perfect bliss, she saw it; two more bulges moving along her belly as the first ascended higher. They aligned between her boobs and kept climbing. As the first bumped her chin, Stacy’s eyes rolled and her own member shot off for the first time.

When she came too, everything was moving and her pleasure hadn’t dwindled in the slightest. Carmen knelt between her legs, hugging one to her shoulder as she slammed into the airtight seal of Stacy’s pussy. Sweat cascaded with every thrust, glistening off their skin. Stacy’s ass rippled powerfully each time their bodies met, matched by a brutally wet smack and slurp from her snatch, its folds imploding and blooming in time with Carmen’s moves. Her torso, however, stole the show.

It bulged with three distinct tubes. One was clearly Carmen’s main dick, the nubs and bloated sides apparent even as the belly it desecrated filled out. Had Carmen cum already? She looked around. No, there was only a pittance of fresh cum around them. It had to be pre-cum. Just Carmen’s pre was enough to inflate Stacy’s gut back to its old size.

Now, however, it was round and taut like a pregnancy. Carmen noticed her consciousness and caught her eye, a teasing smirk on her flawless lips; this was just a taste. That being the case, did she intend to unload everything into her at once? Looking around at the prior display of prolificacy, Stacy shuddered, pussy and womb collapsing in a burst of ecstasy. Her cock didn’t fire off that time, even as her balls churned from the constant movement Carmen forced on them. Despite their size, they didn’t hold a candle to what Carmen would unleash.

She needed to get the full brunt of it.

“S-stop…” Stacy gasped, her voice hoarse, but it worked, “Don’t, ooh, cum yet. Enjoy it more.” Carmen sighed, but shuffled off the bed and stood, revealing her glossy masts. There was little to prepare Stacy for the sight that greeted her, even the earlier rediscovery failed as she was greeted not by five huge pricks, but three monumental, inhuman cocks. What they lacked in number, size compensated in droves.

“Well? Want a taste?”

“Yes!” Stacy rolled from the bed, pressing on her belly and gushing pre-cum from her already soaked pussy. She rushed over on hands and knees to look at the true majesty of her love. Even with her new height, Stacy was more level to the balls when relaxed, heels digging deep into her ass, but she preferred it as she cradled the sack. It was so crowded with six spheres inside, each easily twice the size of a basketball. She wrapped her arms around them, hands failing graciously to meet.

Rivulets of sweat rolled down their expanses. Taking a deep breath, Stacy buried a moan into the flesh, so tight yet forgiving as she dug her nose in. The scent was so powerful it burned her sinuses, like a raw ghost pepper, but it reeked of pure love. Or rather, lust, though the distinction blurred more every second she spent around Carmen. Her tongue acted before she even thought and licked all over everything in reach.

A hand came to massage her head as she worked. Stacy didn’t look up, since all she’s see were huge, black horse cocks. Even without a single finger, her pussy dripped faster and faster. As did her nipples. They were so full, yet also empty. Like they needed something. A hand betrayed Carmen’s balls, moving instead to her own nipple and feeling around the massive shape. She prodded the tip, found an opening and pushed. The sensation shorted her nerves for a second.

When Stacy recovered, she found herself offering her tits to a pair of cocks. The centre was aimed at her face. The smaller two had to be bigger than either of their legs, no less than four feet and with heads the size of her own. Their leader shamed them of course, equipped with even more length and half-again the size of a soccer ball. No trepidation distilled Stacy’s arousal, only anticipation.

“Fuck my titties, babe,” Stacy said and flicked her tongue at the cock staring in the face. On cue, Carmen’s hips pushed forward, dicks crashing into the nipples. They resisted on impulse, but soon the overwhelming presence forced them open, enveloping two horse-dicks in once impossible pleasure. Stacy held her breasts up, cooing at their weight, then shivered as she felt the shapes inside them. Her pussy sprayed the ground, though she didn’t cum.

Not before the other cock buried itself down her throat. Stacy swirled her tongue around the head, gathering a taste of it and her juices mixed together, then opened wide. Never one for tardiness, Carmen surged forward. The head caught on her teeth at first, then her jaw stretched and accepted it at last. A foot thrust down her gullet in seconds, matching the smaller set bottoming out in her tits. Even with her massive size, they just couldn’t handle so much cock.

“Wait for it,” Carmen said in response to her thoughts and, on cue, Stacy groaned as her tits burned in abject ecstasy. Their weight increased in her hands, swelling to devour them. As they grew, more of Carmen’s length entered, swallowed by the burgeoning shapes.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Carmen said, gliding back and forth now, hitting deeper with each languid thrust. Far from complaining, Stacy moaned louder for the incredible futa fucking her face and nipples. She bobbed her mouth much as she could, tongue squirming beneath the oppressive mast, while boobs sloshed with not just milk, but pre-cum. It was a softer pleasure than having all three in her cunt, although Carmen was going slower.

Hadn’t she wanted her to go hard? Stacy groaned at her forgetfulness, then shoved herself forward, taking another foot of cock. Half of it was down her throat now, the nubs tickled her throat, while the flare and spines were hooked into her stomach. Looking up between Carmen’s own huge titties, she knew the futa got the message. Firm hands gripped the sides of her head, held her in place as Carmen pulled away, and did so again when she rammed back. Her tits were big enough to fully accept the giant cocks now, but still they grew.

Stacy knelt in place, pussy gushing as her face and nipples were truly fucked. Saliva and pre-cum flew from her lips, brought up and displaced by the same cock, with rivers falling between her gigantic breasts. Each was bigger than her torso in all dimensions and still grew. Like her lips, they couldn’t contain everything. Thick, creamy pre splattered Carmen’s legs and stomach. New streams of sweat ran across her body and her musk thickened in the air.

Just a bit more. Stacy squeezed what little of her tits her hands covered, no longer able to go deep enough to find Carmen’s cocks as they darted to and fro. As the rhythm increased, the balls flew and smacked against her chest. Harder and faster, Carmen’s pace knew no limit. Her face relaxed less and less with her moans, contorting as she struggled to hold back.

“Where first?” Carmen grunted, still thrusting away. Her brilliant eyes shone brighter whenever their bodies clashed, “I can inflate your breasts until you’re stuck on them, fill your stomach so big you won’t be hungry for weeks. Or would you rather I fuck it all into your womb?”

Stacy screamed at the final offer, muffled at first, then released as Carmen stepped away. Those cocks slipped free, leaving Stacy’s teats twitching as they tried closing. It wasn’t even a question of where she wanted the first real load. The floor squelched from their copious juices as she laid back, tits pouring over her sides, and reached over them to pull her balls up. They weighed just as much as her boobs, despite their lesser size.

In seconds, her pussy stretched past human limits and her belly bulged once more. Only the middle protrusion surged past her tits, the others collided with them, creating a deafening ambience of sloshing cream. All sense of rhythm, of love making, vanished as Carmen rutted her. Each vein, each ring, every nub and spine scraped along her tender walls. The heads locked around her ruined cervix, stretched so wide even a full grown human could slid past. Her ass burned from the abuse of Carmen’s balls ramming it, but she moaned for more each time.

Pleasure and pain weren’t separate anymore. Anything could happen and she’d climb toward another orgasm. How she hadn’t cum again already was a mystery, but the build-up was worth it, feeling the pressure in her gut, the heat in her boobs, the fullness of her balls and tightening in her womanhood creating a perfect storm of longing.

“Gonna cum,” Carmen said, grunting deeper as she poured all her efforts into each thrust, “Gonna fill you with my cum.”

“Get me pregnant,” Stacy added.

“Inflate you to the size of a bed.”

“So I can’t move. So you can fuck me over and over. So we’re never apart!”

“Always!” Carmen hilted inside, genitals throbbing powerfully against Stacy’s body. She grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a kiss, seemingly unaware of the sheer weight of her tits at that moment. Stacy reciprocated even as the three shafts thickened. Both moaned into the other’s mouth, louder and higher as the orgasm crept up. Eventually the pressure was too much and Carmen roared in her release.

Seconds behind, Stacy shrieked as her pussy bombarded every inch of her being with the force of a hundred climaxes stored away. It wasn’t that she hadn’t cum since passing out, but rather that she hadn’t truly felt it. Now all those orgasms washed over her like a carpet bombing, razing her consciousness to the ground. All she registered was pleasure, the sensation of Carmen pumping gallons of cum into her, and the sight of a fleshy mountain rising between them.

It completed devoured her view of Carmen before she lost all sense…

“Wake up…”

“Carmen?”

“We’re not done.”

“Huh? But you…” Stacy blinked and looked around, but found nothing except flesh. She tried moving it, thinking Carmen was sitting on her face, however she felt the touch. This was… “My belly.”

“You made me cum so fucking hard,” Carmen’s voice said from beyond the mountain. She felt it on her skin, then gasped as it met her cock, “But I need more.”

“More?”

“You haven’t cum in me yet,” Carmen’s breath tormented her dick, which ached as hands caressed it, “I’m not gonna let you have all the pregnant fun.”

Stacy thought, for a moment, of refusing her. Passing out twice from pleasure was unbelievable, yet the reason for it still wanted to continue. This was too much. Carmen was right, one lover would never be enough, even with that magic book. Even two seemed inadequate. Hadn’t she been with Rachel just before this?

“Fuck, I need this in me. I want your cum inside my empty little womb,” Carmen said, now licking at the tip.

“Please,” Stacy moaned, rolling her hips. She couldn’t lift them, not with her gut bearing down on her.

“Don’t worry.” Carmen’s tongue and breath left, then was replaced by heaven itself, that being the softest folds closing around her cock and sliding down, “I’ll make you feel good.”

That was an understatement as Stacy passed out again not ten minutes later.

Carmen sat on the bed, looking upon her first lover. She was sated for the first time in days. Hopefully it wouldn’t be so bad in the future; she’d be with everyone all the time now after all. There was no point in holding onto the idea of keeping a friendship platonic, not when she’d sprinted across that line. She rubbed at her stomach, still hugely swollen from Stacy’s cum, and smiled. Finally, she could be happy and live as she wanted.

Except… Gretchen was still around. Something had to be done about her. Not to mention introducing Stacy to her mom, adjusting to her new, always changing body, discovering what the Futa Note was capable of and sex. Carmen couldn’t just leave it to her friends and loved ones. Just like Stacy always tried bringing joy to people with her coffee and personality, so too would Carmen. Just in a carnal fashion.

“Hey,” Stacy said, cracking an eye open. It was slight, but there was a heart ringed around her pupil. Perhaps it was a sign of true love. Carmen didn’t ponder it much further and sank down to cuddle next to her love. Next time, Rachel would join them. Together they could brainstorm ideas with the Futa Note. That’d be perfect.

55

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

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.

56

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

Chapter 55 - Stacy and Rachel

When was the last time she felt so excited? Carmen paused at the stairs, looking down toward the doorway. In  just a couple minutes, Stacy would show up and properly meet Rachel for the first time, both her girlfriends together at last. Her cocks throbbed in their prison down her pant legs, though her primary stretched up her shirt and to the side, resting against her cheek. It was the bare minimum of decency, just in case a neighbour glanced through a window. She didn’t need them causing her mother any worries.

“When indeed?” Ryuka mused, sliding from a wall with a tight roll in the air. Her wings spread out, cock erect and held aloft in just below Carmen’s nose.

“Were you watching?” Carmen asked, tracing the veins with her eyes. Hard as it was to believe, her own endowments outdid Ryuka’s, at least the primary shaft did, yet she had no doubt the Seikogami could show her a world of bliss still unknown to her. Perhaps another time.

“Nope, slut’s honour,” Ryuka quipped.

“Shame. You could’ve given me pointers.”

“Look at you,” Ryuka said and nudged her with the cock, her usual seductive grin in place, “Finally asking for tips of the trade. Well then, shall I sit in on your threesome?”

“If you want,” Carmen smirked, “Just don’t complain if you get jealous.”

“Jealous?” Ryuka floated away, aghast at the notion, “A Seikogami would never!”

“I’m kidding.” Carmen started down the stairs, breasts jiggling in her top and sliding along her cock, while her juicy thighs pushed on her balls and squished against her pussy. Each step excited her more. Electricity surged beneath her skin as Stacy’s silhouette appeared in the window, then stopped behind the door, her scent so familiar Carmen could smell it through the walls, “Feel free to give me advice whenever, just don’t expect me to thank you. I don’t want to look crazy in front of Stacy. Not yet anyway.”

Ryuka nodded, lips tight for what might’ve been the first time she knew her. Even without their link, Carmen knew something was on her mind. The goddess’s eyes moved too erratically, not to mention her hands were toying with each other, rather than her breasts as they often did. If it were anyone else, and a human, she might think Ryuka had a secret crush. On who? Carmen spared a glance to a family portrait her mother had done soon after their big break. The Futa Note changed everything to reflect Carmen’s current figure.

Reflected crimson eyes shot back and forth over her shoulder. It couldn’t be…

Swift knocks on the door separated her from the thoughts and her cocks lead the way. The deity’s presence vanished as she opened the door, wood and glass replaced by a sight she never wanted to lose again, more so after the ‘upgrades’. Stacy’s breasts filled the frame, huge enough to mostly obscure her firm belly, which pushed from the middle and caused them to slope down its sides. Almost like they directed Carmen’s attention to the staggering hips.

“Just going to stare?” Stacy asked.

“Sorry,” Carmen said and licked her lips, mouth suddenly watering at the thought of all the milk her girlfriend had. She stepped aside with a slight bow and a wave of the arm, inviting Stacy into her home. Loud sloshes punctuated every pendulous step. The door snagged on her hips, but she got through with a little effort, causing her whole body to jiggle uncontrollably. If the promise of her greatest threesome wasn’t always in mind, Carmen might’ve mounted the curvaceous woman then and there.

But Rachel was upstairs. The only thing better than fucking Stacy right away was fucking both her dearest lovers, and seeing them fuck, and fucking one while the other watched, and sucking them and more eating their pussies and… Carmen shut down the thoughts, her cocks pounded against their bonds, gnawing at her self-control. There would be plenty of time for sex, this was a meeting first and foremost. She had to make sure both her girlfriends got along.

And if they didn’t? Carmen bit her lip, watching her first love look around in awe at the simple, but lavish house. The painted ivory staircase stood in the foyer, ascending to the first floor where Rachel awaited them, no doubt impatient and horny. On the unlikely chance both futanari were incompatible with one another, then the book could fix it. But it wouldn’t be necessary; no one could dislike Stacy.

“You look stunning,” Carmen said and took the first step, “It’ll be hard to choose between you two.”

“No need to choose,” Stacy joined her and pulled her down into a kiss, cooing softly at the height difference between her six-foot-two frame and Carmen’s seven, “I can’t speak for Rachel, but I’ll always be with you.”

“Thanks.” Just a kiss tasted so good after a few days apart, but it was also only an orderve to the main dishes Stacy concealed. They didn’t talk as they climbed up, though Carmen struggled not to drool at the constant sloshing just behind her. She could almost feel the waves of milk against her back. They stopped at her door. Odd, she thought. She had slept with Stacy multiple times, yet bringing her into her own room for the first time made her stomach flutter.

The door opened before she could push and revealed the short redhead with a stomach larger than Stacy’s breast. Rachel planted her hands on her hips and tapped a foot, her cocks remained erect, pointed at an angle with her gut in the way. She kept her green eyes on Carmen, lips projected in a bratty pout.

“Well? You coming in or what?”

“Oh my god,” Stacy clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as they took in the view.

“You got a prob-LEM!?” Rachel squealed as she was torn from the ground and her face mashed into breasts, from which Carmen knew there was no simple escape.

“You’re so cute! But in such a sexy way too. And your breasts are so big and firm, and your butt! Oooh, I could squeeze it all day.”

Rachel squirmed about in the bear hug and wrenched her face from the bosom, gasping for air, “Okay, okay! I get it, could ya put me down now?”

“Oops, sorry,” Stacy chuckled and gave a final squeeze, enough to elicit a squeak from the much smaller redhead. Though proportionally, they were on different playing fields. Stacy had breasts that would likely break most women’s backs, however with her height they didn’t have the same impact as Rachel’s own stupefying pair. Carmen sank into her chair and grinned at the pair, her members jerked in longing.

Sex with multiple people was nothing new to her anymore, but sleeping with her two most precious lovers was on a whole other level. The two separated and Rachel backed up to take in the comparative giant with a scathing look, which quickly softened into lust, made obvious by the twin faucets of pre-cum. Likewise, Stacy’s dangerously tight pants creaked from her swelling phallus. Damp trails already lined the insides.

“Stacy, meet Rachel. Rachel, Stacy,” Carmen said, “There’s plenty of time to get properly acquainted later, but I think we all know what each other wants right now.” She flung her clothes into a corner and stood before the two, each shorter than her on different scales. Stacy stripped an instant later, peeling her clothes off as she leaked milk. They landed with a splat and the three were finally naked.

“How we doing this?” Rachel asked, looking between the pair that towered overhead.

“You two need some time to get to know each other, so…” Carmen sat on her bed, plush rear sinking into it, “I’ll watch for now.”

Rachel looked Stacy over once more, hesitant to go through with it. The plump futa didn’t think twice as she enveloped her in another hug, lifting her off the ground so their lips could meet. Arousal pumped through Stacy’s massive girth until it jutted from between Rachel’s legs, flexing as if to grind against her balls and pussy. She moaned into the kiss, hands and breasts all over the redhead with milk leaking down her back. It wasn’t long before Rachel reciprocated, her little arms tried desperately to feel up all they could.

There was no denying Stacy. When Carmen met her, she tried being the courteous employee, no more or less interaction than was needed, but the woman shone into her life whether she asked for it or not. Hugs weren’t unusual even as mere acquaintances, especially if Carmen’s face reflected a particularly long night. Now, with her body bubbling over with sexual energy and her inhibitions unbounded among friends, Stacy could express all that selfless love. Even as she dominated the kiss, she was thorough in her exploration and found Rachel’s favourite spots.

She focused on them and guided the smaller one to hers. In no time, they moaned loud and deep, coating the other in their various fluids. Milk ran down the contours of Rachel’s back and glistened on her shelf-like rear, while pre-cum dripped from between them, squeezed out by a mixture of Stacy’s belly and chest. Three feet of cock extended from their bodies, fat and strong enough for Rachel to straddle and grind on. Carmen stroked her own members to the action.

Perhaps it was too optimistic to think she could just masturbate to it all. A jet of pre-cum burst from her main cock and struck Stacy’s foot, bringing their attention back to her and, like a trance fell over them, they walked over. Rachel broke free of the hug and crawled over a leg, while Stacy did the same with her ass arched high. Both their nipples and bellies rubbed against Carmen’s skin, Stacy’s left trails of milk in their wake, as they closed in on her phalli.

“Sorry,” Stacy said and pulled a horse cock down to her lips, “I saw you and smelt you and I couldn’t help it.”

“Nothing feels as good as when you’re doing it,” Rachel added, fondling her tits as she kissed along Carmen’s thigh toward her egregiously packed scrotum.

“It’s alright,” Carmen stroked their hair, then pulled Stacy in for a kiss, looking straight at Rachel and enjoying her pout, before taking her in as well, coming away with a bridge of spit between their lips, “You can work together to please me.”

“I have an idea for us all,” Stacy groaned and laid down on her back between Carmen’s legs. She didn’t hesitate to draw a foot in and kiss at its sole as she explained, “Carmen can fuck me like this, while Rachel does her from behind and I can titty fuck my own dick.”

“I was gonna save something like that for later, but I don’t think any of us can wait that long.” Carmen moved into position, all three cocks united under their goal of fucking a womb and inflating it with their seed, while she lined up her torso to mash her breasts into Stacy’s. Looking back with a seductive grin, she wriggled her hips at Rachel, who licked her lips. To her surprise, however, she shook her head.

“I still haven’t gotten anything from this one,” Rachel said and slapped a hand on the biggest dick in the room, “My belly’s so empty without it.” In direct contrast, her belly, which stuck out over a foot from her slender frame, large and heavy enough to keep her cocks from elevating, groaned in protest.

“That’s alright,” Carmen said, “We’ll do this one later, for now, let’s try this.” She switched places with Stacy, who straddled her hips and reached down to angle her two equine members to her pussy and ass, while Rachel knelt in front of an ass thrice the width of her shoulders. It wasn’t her goal, though she still groped the abundance of flesh, but rather the forty-two-inch monster dick. Without further delay, Stacy lowered herself.

Carmen’s main cock was not something to take lightly. It wasn’t much broader than her secondary members, however with over a foot of length on them, veins thicker than two, sometimes three fingers each and an assortment of spines of similar size, it was a true monster in every sense. Rachel stared down the broad, thick-rimmed urethra at its peak. With enough light, she could see down its length and witness the pre-cum bubble up and over.

Straight onto her waiting tongue. Other tastes didn’t compare and hijacked her entire body. In tandem with Stacy’s descent, her cunt stretched wide once again, the redhead also dove in. Carmen groaned deep in her chest, powerful enough to echo throughout her whole body, and rested a hand on each lover. As they reached the base, she gave a swift clap on Stacy’s ass, a gunshot for the real event to begin. Neither disappointed her.

Stacy angled her hips such that her cock slid along Carmen’s torso as she rose and fell. This put it between her tits, gushing pre-cum all over, and added another point of pleasure for the budding sex goddess, who held her bust together for a tighter fit. Similar moans as hers echoed in Stacy and Rachel, whose sounds were thickly gargled from the flurry of spit frothing out her lips. Carmen’s spines dragged on the walls of her throat with each pull up, while the dive became smoother as more spit and pre coated her length. Bubbles of the mixture blew from Rachel’s nose whenever she tried breathing off rhythm.

A visceral beat built up as Stacy dropped herself harder. Carmen lurched to meet her, crotches colliding with a brutal slap that echoed throughout the room and their heads. But it wasn’t perfect. She couldn’t even see Rachel from this position, except for the odd glimpse when Stacy pushed up. Soon as she came once, they’d change position.

“Fuck,” Carmen groaned, painting herself an image of Stacy and Rachel worshipping at the temple of her cocks, She stopped them, “Not yet. Get off.” They did, while she moved to the chair and splayed her legs open, balls half draped off the edge and her cocks stretching to the ceiling, each glossy with spit and pussy juice. Without a word, the two went to their knees and bowed to her. A simple glance cajoled Rachel into swallowing the middle cock again.

Stacy, meanwhile, supported her at the base and balls. No, she did more. Carmen had to lean forward to see properly, but she recognised the twin shafts poking from Stacy’s cleavage. Not only was she kissing and licking up every speck of fem-cum and sweat from Carmen’s balls, but also tit-fucking Rachel’s pricks. They vanished into her bosom, then appeared with a spray of pre. Carmen jerked off her horse cocks, splattering them all in her own dick-juice, then pulled them against her own chest.

The heads rubbed into and flicked against her nipples. She almost wished they were like Leah’s, if only to fuck something more, but a close second placated her as the engorged nubs caught in her urethras. New pleasure amped up her heartbeat, palpitating deeply through her every vein. Rachel sped up in response, rolling her whole body and fucking Stacy’s cleavage harder.

It was a fantasy she held for months, though not one she ever expected to fulfil until just a week ago. And it exceeded her expectations beautifully. Stacy’s nurturing personality shone through as she cared for each testicle until they were clear of everything but her saliva, all while she looked between Rachel and Carmen with nothing but adoration, even as she bounced her titties around two more cocks. All the while, Rachel competed in her own contest, outdoing even her earlier accomplishments, as if on a mission to ruin her throat forever. She might have without the Futa Note.

Carmen moaned deeper. She couldn’t wait to properly fuck them both.

57

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

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.”

58

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

Chapter 57 - Dinner With the Family

A great many surprises had challenged Alicia in her life. Some brought joy, like when she discovered she was pregnant with Carmen, then Melody a decade later, but other times threatened her very soul. The picture of a handsome man above her couch reminded her of that daily. So when Carmen revealed that she was gay, she embraced it. Even when her daughter had been originally labelled a boy in the ultrasounds, then discovered further anomalies such as the functional womb and vagina, alongside her multiple penises, Alicia never thought anything wrong about it. Long as her child grew up happy.

Which she had. However, the reveal that she was dating two people at the same time proved difficult to wrap her head around. Alicia didn’t think of herself as a prude, but the idea hadn’t occurred to her until that very moment. Her acceptance wasn’t helped that she could plainly see Stacy was much older than Carmen, the laugh lines too obvious around her eyes. Maybe craziest of all was just how… busty the three of them were.

Alicia would happily bet she had half the world’s total breast mass in her living room right that second. Sure, Carmen was an early bloomer, and a prodigy in that regard, but the idea that two others would be on par with her was nearly unfathomable. No, it wasn’t just them. She remembered Carmen’s friend, Mary, was just as ludicrously endowed. Did her daughter just attract big breasted women, or was it the other way around? They were a sight to behold.

“Mom?” Carmen asked, those unique eyes looked at her in worry.

“Huh? Yes, sorry. So, you’re dating them both, right?”

“Yes.”

“And Rachel is also dating Stacy?”

“Not really,” Rachel answered, “Not that I don’t like her, but she’s not exactly my type. She makes Carmen happy, though, so I’m happy enough.”

“And I’m more than willing to date the pair of you,” Stacy said, “I don’t believe there’s such a thing as monopolising love.”

“I… Okay, I’m… is it, no… um…”

“It’s okay,” Carmen said, “I just thought you should know, in case you thought I was cheating on Rachel or something.”

“Oh, honey, I’d never think that,” Alicia said, though she had suspected it just a moment ago.

“I know. This is pretty weird for you, right? We can go out for dinner, let you gather your thoughts.”

“No, wait. It is strange, but that’s only because I don’t understand everything right now. How about you stay in and we’ll have dinner together? How’s that sound?”

Carmen looked at the two behind her. She towered over them, though Stacy wasn’t short by any means, which only made Alicia more aware of how tiny she was compared to her oldest child. At least she still had a couple feet on Melody. Oh god, how would she react to this? If Alicia could barely get her thoughts in order, she didn’t want to imagine how a child would handle it.

“I guess that’s a good idea,” Carmen said, “It’ll be nice having a meal. Plus Melody can meet Stacy this way.”

“Are you going to tell her too?” Alicia asked.

“Of course. She’d figure it out soon enough anyway, plus I don’t want to hide too much from her. Or you. Not anymore.”

“Right. Well, I’ll get started.”

“You should let me help,” Stacy quickly suggested, “I’m pretty handy in a kitchen.”

She didn’t doubt it. Stacy was a plump woman, though it was hard to tell with her breasts covering most of her stomach, then again it became obvious with a look at her ass. For someone so abundantly curvy, her figure was flawless. Nothing about her seemed unwanted, even the pot belly she sported fit her like a work of art. Jealousy wasn’t a frequent guest in Alicia’s mind since coming into her current fortune, but comparing her figure to Stacy’s welcomed the emotion with a red carpet. Even against Rachel, she only had the advantage in height.

But that wouldn’t stop her getting to know this woman and making dinner provided a perfect chance. Smiling, Alicia accepted the offer and was about to extend  it to the others, when a high voice pitched itself from upstairs.

“Carmen! Come up and play! I wanna show you a new game I made up.” Melody’s voice couldn’t be ignored. Whether it be a request or a demand, Carmen always caved to the girl, and this was no exception.

“We’ll entertain her until dinner,” Carmen said, then took Rachel’s hand and led her upstairs too. It was just a simple act, not any different to how she and her husband acted, but the look of utter infatuation on the petite, yet stacked redhead’s face warmed Alicia’s heart. If that wasn’t love, then she didn’t want to know the real thing. Rachel was spirited away and taken captive behind a closed door, subject to whatever Melody wished.

Which left Alicia in the kitchen with Stacy.

“Well, let’s get started.” The meal was a simple, but time consuming lasagne, something that could be prepped quickly enough and offer plenty of time for her to sit down with this stunning woman, who she suspected was at least twice Carmen’s age. Tact didn’t run in her family, so she went straight for the main issue on her mind.

“How old are you, Stacy?”

“I just turned thirty-nine last month.”

“And you don’t think it’s weird? You and Carmen?”

“I know it’s not normal,” Stacy said, delicately lining the pasta sheets, forced to lean over with how far her chest stood out. A kind smile graced the room, as did determination in her warm eyes, “Twenty years is a big gap. I’m old enough to be her aunt,” she chuckled, “But that’s not how Carmen makes me feel.” A hand drifted to her chest, over her heart and the smile brightened.

“I can’t count the number of times she’s helped me out. More than any ‘adult’ I’ve ever known. Except maybe my own mother, but that’s hard to beat, you know?”

“I do,” Alicia smiled back.

“When I had my own business, it wasn’t really going well, then I hired her. She pointed out all the things I was doing wrong, made sure I put my foot down when needed, and, well, I don’t need to explain why she attracted a lot of customers.” Stacy blushed and shifted her weight slightly, bringing a leg up between her and Alicia, as if to hide something.

Yes, Carmen was attractive. Penises or none, anyone would be blessed by Heaven itself to be with her, but did that really arouse this woman so much? Alicia supposed it was understandable, she was a grown woman and Carmen would be nineteen later that year. They must’ve done stuff together.

“Sure, I get it,” Alicia said, doing her best not to judge. If she met a guy as handsome as Carmen was beautiful, then she might be in the same position.

“Even when it… when the fire happened, she wanted to help. But some things happened and I couldn’t talk to her,” Stacy’s eternal grin pinched to a grimace, “It was torture for months. I couldn’t contact her, yet she was the only reason I didn’t just lie in bed and cry myself to sleep every night. Finding someone that accepts me so wholeheartedly like her is, well, not one in a million, I’ve seen the internet, but it feels like a miracle to me.”

“What do you mean?” Alicia asked. Did that mean Stacy had some kind of criminal record? Or a massive scar? Or was it something more in line with Carmen’s own unique circumstance? She glanced at Stacy’s hips, but the leg was still in her way and she hadn’t thought to look closely earlier.

“I lactate,” Stacy said with a plain expression, as if she were mentioning the mole on her left cheek.

“Oh, you’re a mom too?”

Stacy chuckled, “No, no. Not yet anyway. I’d like that someday. Maybe when Carmen finishes school. If she wants to, of course.” Again, her hand moved on its own to rub at her stomach this time, smile back in place, but warmer than ever, and knowing. Like she was certain it’d happen. Or already had.

No, Alicia squashed the thought. She trusted her daughter to make the right decisions, and fathering a child before she was even in college, albeit only because of that asinine decision by Saint Puella, wasn’t something she’d do. Even if motherhood suited Stacy better than herself.

“It’s a condition I’ve had for a long time called galactorrhea. I know it sounds bad, but I just make milk basically.”

“Couldn’t you get surgery?”

“Thought about it, but it’d mean giving up these,” Stacy hefted her bust, displaying just how soft and heavy they were, “Besides, it’s grown on me.”

“And Carmen’s okay with it?”

“Oh, she loves it,” Stacy chortled, making her curves jiggle in lavish waves, “Um, I mean, she’s cool with it, yeah. Even when it gets on her clothes.”

“I see,” Alicia returned her attention to making the meal, using her own garlic butter for bread while the lasagne baked. Curiosity overpowered jealousy as she eyed Stacy’s chest, wondering just how much such massive mammaries let down every day. Her own record was barely half a litre, though she didn’t have boobs the size of pillows, “And how much do you make? Just, you know, out of curiosity.”

“Around five or so gallons,” Stacy shrugged, “To be honest, I haven’t had a chance to measure it since a recent growth spurt.”

“Gallons?” Alicia’s jaw wouldn’t move as she gawked at the woman, stunning in so many more ways than she imagined, “Th-they must weigh a ton!”

“I’ve got a strong back.” Stacy rolled her shoulders as proof, which sent a stronger wave through her the milk barrels on her chest. Alicia recovered enough to shut her mouth properly and focus on cleaning up the counter. The scent of dinner filled the room as it cooked, yet she caught sweet undertones, almost like milk.

“I’ll say. What do you do with it all anyway? Just pour it down the drain.”

“No, no. What a waste that’d be. No, I drink it, cook with it, even use it in my best coffee blends.”

“Drink it?” Alicia’s jaw fell yet again, but she swiftly pulled it back, “Isn’t that, you know, kind of gross?”

“I’m lucky. Mine tastes amazing, not to toot my own horn too much, but I think it’s one of biggest reasons my business stayed afloat for so long.”

“You sold it to people?”

“Of course. I’m not one to hoard a good thing. Would you like to try some? I’ll put it in some coffee for you.”

“I…” Alicia didn’t have the wherewithal to refuse. In moments, the kitchen filled with the acrid scent of unfiltered coffee, then ripened into a sweet aroma that overpowered all else. Stacy kept her back to the stupefied woman, taking care not to fully remove her shirt, even as her arms made suggestive movements. Seconds later and she was handed a glass of what looked like a latte, complete with the milky swirls, which she knew to be Stacy’s own creation. Was she actually going to drink this?

The look on her guest’s face offered no other choice. Confidence radiated from her smile of anticipation, warm eyes waited, knowing the outcome, like they read the unwelcome flush of warmth in Alicia’s lower body. She gulped, then sipped the beverage. Part of her anticipated a foul sweetness, like when she tasted her own breast milk on a dumb whim, yet it never came. The bitterness of the coffee blended flawlessly with the natural sweetness, the white swirls seeming to layer the flavours, like a coffee dusted cake with buttercream filling. Alicia took a proper gulp and sighed as warmth poured down her throat.

Flashes of her early days of motherhood bolstered the heat. The first moment she held Carmen to her chest, fed her, burped her, then those first steps that seemed to come too soon after. How flavours could conjure such memories baffled her, yet she welcomed them all the same. Perhaps it was more than just her own affections, but Stacy’s as well?

If she loved her daughter even a fraction the amount she did, then Alicia had no right to stand in the way of it.

“It’s good, right?” Stacy asked, leaning her breasts on the counter, chin propped up on a hand as she watched Alicia’s expressions.

“Yeah, that’s underselling it.”

“Told you,” Stacy chuckled. A warm sound, like her own mother’s laughter.

“We’ve still got a bit of time left, why not sit down?” Alicia offered.

They chatted until the food was ready and called the three youngsters down. Yes, it was strange for Carmen to be dating someone over twice her age, however nothing about Stacy made the relationship seem anything but loving. If her child had that much affection to give, then good for her. Rachel and Stacy were both lucky to have her.

“So, you’re dating two girls?” Melody asked after Carmen introduced her to Stacy.

“Yes,” Carmen said.

“I thought you could only go out with one.”

“That’s just what people want to think,” Carmen explained, “I’m done caring what they want of me.”

“So cool,” Melody said, eyes all but twinkling as she looked at her sister in a new light, though one that might not be the best influence.

“Long as you aren’t doing anything bad,” Alicia said.

“Of course not,” Carmen grinned and looked between her girlfriends, “I’m not a deviant of any kind.”

Rachel snorted at that, spilling her drink on her shirt, which Carmen was quick to wipe off. She paid close attention to the redhead’s breasts, where the spill was worst, though Alicia had no doubt it was for other reasons too.

“Thanks. Sorry about that,” Rachel said, “So, Stacy, I know a bit about you from Carmen, but I’m curious about before you met her. What were you doing?”

“Well, and don’t laugh at me, Carmen, but I was studying business.” At that, Carmen guffawed behind a hand, “I said not to laugh!”

“Couldn’t help it, sorry. It’s just, trying to imagine you in a suit or some prissy dress is pretty funny.”

She had a point, Alicia thought. Stacy’s body leant itself to loose clothes, or something far more inappropriate that would really show off her plump shape, certainly not business attire.

“Well, I had to. The professor was a real pain about it. Honestly, I’m glad I dropped out early. After that, I scrounged up investors for a coffee shop, spent more than a few nights without eating to help fund it too, and opened Soothe The Soul. It was a dream come true.”

“I wish I could’ve gone,” Alicia said, “Carmen used to talk about it a lot. Shame about the fire.”

“Yeah,” Stacy stabbed her lasagne, “A shame.”

“Maybe you could reopen?” Rachel suggested.

“I doubt any banks would give me a loan. It wasn’t exactly very profitable.”

“Who needs a bank,” Carmen said, “You’re sitting in a house of millionaires.”

“Yes!” Alicia all but leapt from her seat, “We could invest and help you open Soothe the Soul 2.0!” Melody did the same.

“And we’ll sell giant cookies!”

“Definitely!” Carmen joined in, eyes burning intensely. When she was passionate, they even seemed to glow, particularly the pink rim around her unusual pupils, and at that moment, they were like stars through a telescope.

“I couldn’t…”

“Yes you can,” Carmen said and leaned over, her breasts just inches above the tray of leftover lasagne, “Working with you was some of the best times of my life. Second only to Melody of course,” she added when her sister pouted, “I’d love to be your partner this time around.”

“What if people found out about us?” Stacy asked, suddenly focused on Carmen alone, if the unblinking, half-lidded gaze was anything to go by, “The news would go ballistic.”

“They can’t. Not without appearing very homophobic and transphobic,” Carmen said, “So, what do you say? Let’s Soothe the Souls of others.”

“That’s so cheesy,” Stacy snickered, then nodded, “Okay, you’ve convinced me. But are you sure about this? You still have school.”

“I can handle both. Technically, I don’t really need to pay attention anymore. It’s all stuff I covered on my own.”

“Must be nice. I can barely follow a lesson. Especially when it’s that Vivian woman. She’s always on my case,” Rachel grumbled, then started when Carmen mashed her face into her breasts.

“Sounds like someone needs private tutoring.”

“We both know I’d never learn a thing if we did that.”

“I want a private tutor!” Melody shouted, waving her hand in the air.

“At least someone appreciates my genius.”

Alicia couldn’t hold it back any longer and let out a deep laugh. This whole scene was something familiar, that her life lacked for almost a decade; family. She had Carmen and Melody, but just three people didn’t fill out the dining table. The empty spaces were always so abstract to her, a presence, or lack thereof, that she couldn’t ignore. Now they were filled with smiling faces, sounds of laughter and the ethereal warmth of others.

Dinner continued with the same jovial spirit. Alicia’s worries over Carmen’s choice in dating two women dissipated, replaced by gratitude that her child would bring such fun people into their lives. Even Melody took to Stacy with ease, though she was blunt when asking about her figure, and expressing her hopes to be like that someday. Eventually, it came time for the dishes, which Alicia naturally volunteered for while the others adjourned to the living room.

Stacy offered to help, but she wouldn’t have it. After helping make the meal, she deserved a chance to sit with her girlfriends. Alicia enjoyed cleaning up, it was a meditative experience for her, especially after the years she spent stuck behind a desk and counter eking out a meagre existence. So much of her time was lost in those places, barely sleeping, much less dating. Perhaps now was the perfect time to change that? Samantha seemed very nice. And maybe even interested in her.

“But I…” Alicia shook her head. Why shouldn’t she think of another woman like that? Most people experimented at least once in their lives, and she’d missed out on the college experience, so now was as good a time as any. Besides, men just didn’t seem appealing anymore. Especially not downstairs when her daughter outshone any of them.

“It’s been a long day,” she said to banish the thoughts and went to join the others. In the doorway of her living room, she recognised two key things instantly. One, Melody was snoring gently and leaning against Stacy’s side. Two, Carmen was cramming her tongue down Stacy’s throat with a hunger above even a teenage movie. Rachel was against her side, hugging her tight and kissing along her neck, preening for her turn. Which she soon received as Carmen separated from her older girlfriend. A smeared layer of lipstick clung to her lips, before rubbing off on Rachel’s.

Alicia retreated to avoid a scene. And to confirm something she dreaded feeling, though her hand checked regardless. She slipped it down her pants and felt at her cotton panties, hoping they would be dry the whole way. To her surprise, they were. A sigh slipped out. Of course they were. Only a pervert would get turned on watching their hotter than life daughter make out with two girls on similar levels.

They must’ve gone further before as well. She would gladly bet her life savings on it. Those girls had seen her Carmen naked, witnessed the sheer enormities scarcely contained by her clothes, and even touched them. When was the last time she felt a cock? Not since she was pregnant with Melody and her husband… Even the sombre memory fall silent against the moisture on her finger. She was aroused. By her daughter’s girlfriends.

“Well, it has been a while since I did anything down there,” Alicia reasoned, recalling the single toy she kept buried in her bottom drawer, “Hey, Carmen!” She called before peering around the corner to give her child a chance to stop. When she looked, clothes were hastily pulled down, and Stacy’s shirt was damp around her breasts.

“I’m headed to bed early tonight.”

“Okay, Mom. I guess you two should go.”

“No! It’s okay,” Alicia said, too fast to be natural, “It’s already nine, and we’ve got more than enough room. They can spend the night. If they want, that is.”

“Sure,” Rachel said and snuggled closer to Carmen, hands conspicuously drifting toward her breast.

“I’d love to,” Stacy agreed.

“Great. I’ll see you all in the morning. Night!”

“Night, Mom. We should probably get Melody in bed soon,” Carmen said.

“Hmm, a little longer,” Stacy said and the sounds of an intense kiss chased Alicia upstairs, all the way to her bed.

59

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

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.

60

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

Chapter 59 - Letting Loose

“Alright, you girls work on your own for a bit, while I pop to the toilet, ‘kay?” Vivian said and strutted from the room in her high heels, the kind that only a stripper would choose, and that seemed impossible to walk without flawless balance. Or a supernatural need to be a bimbo, both of which the educator now possessed.

Carmen tapped her pen against a plain notebook. She got new ones for the year, however none saw any use when she already had most of the curriculum memorised and noted at home. Thanks to her friends’ efforts, she wasn’t desperate to fuck again, though a flicker of lust always taunted her. It was at the back of her mind, yet lurked in her thoughts’ periphery, like a sunspot in her eye.

“Shit!” A girl cursed just as her phone toppled to the ground and slid under Carmen’s chair. She handed it back to the owner, who smiled sheepishly. What was her name again? Carmen hadn’t bothered learning her classmates names before the Futa Note, nor had that changed, but she had to admit this one was cute. And the way she glanced up from her scuffed device made it clear she liked the futa’s figure. That wasn’t the reason Carmen’s gaze lingered.

Like with Vivian a few days prior, there was a shadow wreathed around this girl. When the light shone enough to pronounce its darkness, the shape moved, danced to accentuate its curves even as they grew from the attention. Once they were certifiably huge, more than a match for Carmen’s own, the silhouette slipped back into the girl, who hid a demure grin behind her phone.

“Um, my name’s Laura. Laura Mars. You’re Carmen, right?”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

Nothing came of their conversation. It did provide a distraction from the otherwise tedious lesson, for half of which Vivian was absent. Every ten minutes, she made an excuse to leave, then returned, clothes slightly more dishevelled, and her shirt moved in erratic patterns. Almost like someone licking their lips. She didn’t chastise Carmen for talking to someone, instead simply smiled and winked. For someone once so uptight it seemed their skin would split, she had mellowed out tremendously and seemed all the happier for it.

Like this was her ideal self. The form she’d wished would beam back at her in the mirror every morning, instead of the formerly drab mask she donned. Carmen had written her name, but rather than damage this woman’s life, she had perfected it. All because that shadow urged her.

What did that mean for Laura, then?

Throughout that day, Carmen eavesdropped on the students and faculty whenever she was around. The moment they caught sight of her, the topic shifted to how incredible her figure was. Some openly admitted to wishing for something similar. Those people had shadows, always enticing Carmen to get their name and write it.

As the day drew to a close, she leaned against a locker, talking to Rachel, and listened to another group opposite them.

“Those tits are way too big.”

“And that ass. Think she could squash a watermelon?”

“Maybe she’s secretly a mom? I’ve heard some of their hormones go crazy and they grow like that.”

“She might’ve knocked herself up.”

“Is that even possible?”

“With dicks like those, I’d be surprised if it wasn’t.”

“How many babies do you think she had to make her body like that?”

“Is it bad that I want to find out?”

“No, but it’s pretty fucked up that I want to try it.”

Carmen hid her curiosity behind a smirk. As the final lines were spoken, their shadows changed, became more palpable and moved as if speaking to her. Like they were rephrasing the conversation into a wish, one that only the book could fulfil. That only Carmen could make reality.

But that meant using the book more. In turn, her inhibitions toward it would decline. After the strip club, if she turned all the students around her into futanari, then what was to stop her from spreading it further. Names and faces were so easy to find. Given enough time, no other genders would exist. No sexism, racism, elitism… but who was she to change the entire world order? Maybe in time, however she was still a teenager. It was normal for them to go a little sex crazy, right?

Of course, that was why she had such wonderful girlfriends. The weekend rolled in like a creeping mist, though rather than unease, it brought her joy in the form a dinner with two beautiful futanari. It was an upscale French Bistro, possibly the most expensive place for miles, and somewhere Carmen had longed to take Stacy when they first dated. Back then it was a pipe dream, now they all sat together, breasts on the small table. If only it were a little smaller, she thought as their busts almost touched. Or if they were all bigger.

Carmen wore her only dress for that evening. On a smaller woman, it would be a flowing gown fit for a ball, on her stacked frame that towered over most, the garment barely functioned as an outfit. Her breasts pushed its chest to the brink, even spilling over the fabric if she so much as breathed too deeply, while her hips pulled it high up her already bewildering legs. Of course, the dress had no chance of obscuring her three cocks, even held in place by her special ordered underwear. More a bra for her genitals than anything.

Likewise, her petite lover struggled with her rare formal attire. Rachel stuffed herself into a respectable blouse and skirt. Her panties sufficed to keep her sex concealed, barely, as her hips and ass lifted what should’ve been a knee-length affair, right to the limit of public decency. Not that her chest was any different.

Then there was Stacy. None in the establishment measured to her, even Carmen was left in the dust by her long-term love’s figure, with breasts that, with the right support, acted as her personal shelf. Clear bumps marked her nipples’ location, despite her calm state. If the atmosphere quieted enough, one could even hear the milk sloshing away inside. Her full cheeks shone with a mixture of joy and anxiety.

“Really, we can just go somewhere cheaper,” Stacy said.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying,” Carmen said.

“That’s the point! Besides, I feel like we’re, uh, a little too busty for this place.”

“Won’t that be the same wherever we go?” Rachel asked.

“I guess, just feels like everyone’s staring at us.” Stacy tried pushing her arms into her breasts to hide them, but that only pushed them further out. Carmen’s member twitched in their sheaths. Not yet, she told them. Like most dates with her partners, the night would inevitably degrade into blissful sex followed by early morning cuddles and milk drinking.

“They should,” Rachel giggled and straightened her back, earning a small gasp from another table. To do so required no small amount of strength, all the more surprising when it was the otherwise svelte redhead, “We’re fucking hot.”

“If you want, I could change everyone here. Then we’d all be similar. People might still stare, but it’d be for different reasons,” Carmen offered.

“I… no, that’s alright. I appreciate it though.”

“Okay,” Carmen said, oddly disappointed. Was she really just looking for an excuse? Those shadows could be her own mind, or the fragment of the Futa Note toying with her. Her eyes weren’t normal anymore, so it almost made too much sense for her to see such things.

“How’s the business coming along?” Rachel asked, looking over the menu.

“Well, I did what Carmen said and sent samples everywhere I could,” Stacy began, expression neutral, though it was impossible to hide the excitement in her eyes. From Carmen anyway, she’d memorised it after working together for so long. She broke into a blinding smile, “They loved it. Honestly, I’ve got more investors than I could possibly need.”

“We’ll look over them tomorrow. There’s always ones that are real scum,” Carmen said. There was a chance some might use their position to coerce Stacy into something, just as Gretchen had done using Ashley’s former wealth. If that happened…

“What’re you gonna do about college, anyway?” Rachel interrupted the thought.

“Hmm?”

“Well, you’ve got money, a business that’ll be super successful.”

“We don’t know…”

“Hush, I’ve drunk Stacy’s milk, I know it’s too good to resist. Then you’ve got us! What else is there?”

“Carmen, please don’t think you need to stop your education for me,” Stacy said.

“Honestly, I don’t know what I want to do going forward,” Carmen sighed and looked around. No clear path spread before her, not even the typical sunny meadow and thorny woods, then it’d be a simple decision, “Owning a business with you is a dream come true. And having two girlfriends is twice as much as I ever expected. The incredible sex is huge too. I really don’t think there’s anything I’m missing.”

“So why the - what’s the word? - pensive look around school lately?”

“Oh, that, it’s nothing. Just wondering when Gretchen’s gonna try something again.”

“She’s been quiet?” Stacy asked, aware how dangerous the bitch could be.

“For now, yeah. Dirty looks, insults, that sort of thing, but nothing big,” Carmen shrugged, “Part of me is just waiting for an excuse to write her name.”

“Why don’t you?” Rachel asked, “If that’s what you want, then go for it.”

“I’m giving her a chance,” Carmen sighed, “Plus, there’s something else.”

She cast her eyes around the room. In the romantic lighting, shadows were more abundant, as were the silhouettes, always behind someone looking their way. One tested her discipline by presenting itself with a belly thrice the size of its owner, bumps rippled all across the surface. Another seemed to hold a massive egg, then it vanished inside and swelled its belly, before coming back as two more. Her members burned against her legs.

The woman’s whose shadow had the giant belly stood and left for the restroom. This might her best chance for an answer.

“Be right back,” Carmen said and hurried after her. She caught the woman washing her hands, though she froze when Carmen walked in, jaw going slack as she took her in. Two distinct points stood out on her chest.

“What the fuck is this world coming to?” She spat, “They let any dirty stripper eat here these days.”

“I know that’s not what you really think,” Carmen said and stepped closer. The woman stepped back, repeated until she was against a wall, almost crushed by the much taller, much more endowed futa, “Are you a mother?”

“I’m… trying. What’s it to you?” The venom was lost. She seemed more to struggle with the urge to touch Carmen.

“You’re hoping for a big family, aren’t you? A whole litter.”

“Don’t be… absurd,” her eyes dilated as Carmen made contact, crotch first. Even a human unaffected by the Futa Note was beholden to her body. Was it just that erotic, or did she put out some form of pheromone?

“It’s okay to want it. It’s okay to say you do too. Everyone has fantasises, why be ashamed of it? Especially one so noble as carrying a whole litter of young.”

“Y-yeah. Guess you’ve got a point there. Alright, fine, I do want a big family. A massive one. I want to get so knocked up, I can’t move anymore. Isn’t that fucked up?”

“No,” Carmen cooed into her ear, “It’s wonderful. Thanks for telling me. Maybe we’ll meet again.” She turned to leave.

“Wait! Aren’t you gonna… you know? Fuck me?”

“Maybe some other time. I’m here with my girlfriends, so I don’t want to be away long.”

That might’ve just confirmed it! All those shadows, almost certainly a by-product of the Futa Note, weren’t just her fantasies taking shape. They belonged to the people. Vivian seemed happier than ever, and that woman just admitted to wanting a huge pregnancy exactly as the silhouette implied. After a few tests, she’d know for sure. But… she might ruin someone’s life in the process. Not everyone wanted to be their fantasy.

She returned to the table, finding their appetisers already there. Rachel smiled at her, “I ordered for you.”

Surprisingly, or perhaps not given their time together, it was what she’d have ordered. It didn’t hold much interest to her at that moment, however.

“What do you think if I, say, used the book to change people, but only into what they wanted,” Carmen asked, then busied herself with a large bite as she studied their expressions.

Rachel smiled and quickly swallowed, “Like what you did for me?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

Stacy, meanwhile, frowned and slowly chewed. She looked down at herself, then around and the creases deepened. Her thoughts were obvious, Carmen had the same concerns, as to whether she should play god. Not that it’d be much different to a plastic surgeon, except her works would be far more extravagant and indiscernible from reality. Not to mention free. Swallowing her mouthful, Stacy said;

“Won’t they all grow penises? Would they want that?”

“Who wouldn’t?” Rachel chuckled, “Face it, having a pussy is awesome, but add a dick and things turn up to eleven.”

“I’d warn them about it first,” Carmen said, “Not that they’d believe me anyway.”

“So you’d do it even if they thought it was fake? That’s close to forcing it on them.”

“It won’t be though. They won’t remember a life before I wrote their name.”

“It just sounds like it might get out of hand.”

“Stacy, you know me, I won’t let this go to my head. Besides, wouldn’t it be better if people weren’t always comparing themselves to others, wondering why they didn’t get lucky or that they can’t afford a fucked up surgery.”

“And it’ll piss Gretchen off. Imagine if everyone wants boobs as big as ours, she’ll end up the smallest one at school,” Rachel added.

Stacy chuckled at the thought, “Okay, just keep it within reason.”

“Of course,” Carmen smirked, “Wait one sec.” She went over to the woman she cornered earlier, apologised for the act and asked her name; Hazel Ritz. Back at her own table, she pulled the Futa Note from her bag, more a purse for that evening, and wrote out exactly what the shadow showed her. And a little extra.

“I owed her a little help,” Carmen explained and put it away, content with the single entry for now.

When school resumed, she’d fill it with more. She wasn’t excited for it, this was more a charity than anything, so it’d be wrong for her to take glee in knowing the number of futanari students would rise. Or that they’d all be enamoured with her. This was purely a mission to help people feel more… themselves.

Just like Hazel, who now moaned at her table as her belly blossomed. Her husband didn’t bat an eye, only looked around in apology as Carmen’s ‘little extra’ pumped his wife full of life. It stopped when she looked fit to burst with quintuplets, however that was only a start. Everyday, her own cock would penetrate her and dump a similar load. Any egg her husband’s sperm missed, would be taken by her own. Her belly would grow with the life inside until it decimated any previous record.

As she hoped Stacy and Rachel’s eventually would.

Dinner continued in jovial silence. Everyone kept their staring at Hazel to a minimum, made easier as she calmed down, though her poor dress was in tatters, barely holding onto her breasts to maintain the slightest decency. Of course, suddenly becoming so heavily pregnant included a rush of hormones that filtered into her system over the course of the evening. By the time desserts came out, only her rigid nipples kept the ruined garment on.

“Oh man, that was good,” Rachel groaned after the decadent cake was reduced to mere crumbs on her plate. Carmen scooped up the last of her créme brulée, leaning back with a pat on her taut stomach. Sometimes the smallest change from the Futa Note was its greatest gift, that being her figure never deviated from what she wanted.

“I might need to sell these too,” Stacy muttered, finishing off her chocolate truffles. If any of them were worried about their BMI, their meal would warrant days, weeks even, at the gym. Of course, they’d soon work it off anyway.

As the clear wealth in the relationship, Carmen paid their cheque and led the two out. It was crowded in her car, however she loved it for that. With either of her lovers in the front seat, all she had to do was reach a little over the handbrake to feel them. The opposite was true of course, a fact Stacy took advantage of as she traced the bulge in Carmen’s dress. Between dining with the hottest people she knew, and that undeniable thrill of using the book, she was more than eager to get to Stacy’s home. There, none of their family members could complain about the inevitable mess.

Several hours passed before Carmen was satiated. She laid in Stacy’s queen sized bed, a futa on each side, breasts vying for space with theirs, while the pair’s cunts continued milking her side-cocks in their sleep. Bellies the size of beach balls met in the middle, each full to the brim with her seed, yet it was minuscule against the flooding around the room. Her own womb was bereft of cum, the impulse to breed her lovers too strong after what became of Hazel. That’d change eventually, but for now she was content to let her semen leak into their stuffed uteri.

She spent the weekend there. Rachel headed home at Leah’s insistence that she needed help with her milking, though not without a farewell inflation, and left Stacy in Carmen’s mind-addling hands. The two were in the living room, listening to the tv without any real focus, while Carmen laid her head in Stacy’s lap. It was one of the best pillows in the world, second only to the breasts she suckled from.

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you already have trouble with your own milk?” Stacy asked, though never even attempted pushing Carmen away, or stop groping her breasts. Dairy leaked from Carmen’s nipples by the cupful, but it didn’t match up to what she drank. Each gulp filled her belly and stretched it out.

“It’s fine. I actually like it when I forget to empty sometimes. Waking up in a bed soaked in milk and cum is a fun surprise.”

“You have wet dreams? I figured you cum so much with us, you’d be empty.”

“I’m never empty,” Carmen took a final, powerful suck on her love’s fat nipple, then straddled her obscenely erotic thighs. Her cocks rose between them, nestled tight in their breasts and throbbing, always eager for more, “But you’re welcome to try.”

She did. Stacy tried her best, using every trick in her arsenal, however it couldn’t measure up. Carmen showered as her love snoozed in the bedroom, breasts, stomach and womb so inflated it’d take at least a day for her to move. A presence floated in behind her.

“Hey, Ryuka.”

“Fuck, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Enjoy the show?” Carmen asked, turning around to face her eternal guest. Though languid, the motion set her tits jiggling. Water ran across their massive curves, following the flawless paths of her body. Her balls rubbed into her knees, lighter than ever, but still impossibly heavy.

“You certainly have… let loose,” Ryuka said, reclining in the air as she often did, though her eyes were obscured by a propped up elbow. Strange, Carmen thought, expecting the Seikogami to ogle her, especially as she soaped her body.

“And it’s only the start.”

“The start?” Ryuka finally looked, eyebrow quirked as Carmen outlined her plan for school.

The week raced by. Carmen’s return to school was accompanied by the Futa Note, its influence spreading like a new trend as girl after girl came in with crotches bulging and shirts much too small. She considered writing that their clothes would fit, but thought better of it. For her own enjoyment, that is. Even charities needed some compensation, hers was viewing someone’s basketball tits bounce unimpeded by a bra or a shirt that could barely handle them. One girl’s tank top only reached the nipple and bit deep into the supple flesh.

Big tits and cocks weren’t the only changes abound. One such example was Laura, whose shadow had changed the more Carmen spoke with her. Now, the young woman that sat behind her in class trotted through the halls on four legs. She wasn’t a centaur, every part of her was undeniably human, yet a second torso extended from her crotch. History changed to accommodate her, others pushing their desks aside so she had room to sit and lay down.

Her torso wasn’t the only part duplicated. A pussy and cock resided at each end, and a second anus pushed apart her truck-like ass. Breasts too, both sets double the size of Gretchen’s fake pair. With her unique body, dressing her lower end was nigh-impossible, so she would walk around with a pussy out, often dripping down her legs and over her balls. Of course, her infatuation with Carmen had increased substantially.

As had all the others. Lunch no longer consisted of food, unless gallons of milk and  protein-rich sperm counted, instead Carmen spent it in her favourite company. Her friends often joined, indulging in the decadence she continually unleashed. Every day, two or three more names were added, and each time more shadows appeared.

That Friday, just five days since her work began, a dozen new futanari were crowded into the restroom. Laura was on her back, hind-cock up in the air and gushing pre as Carmen lowered her pussy onto it. Another futa, one she granted a prehensile member far longer than the futa was tall, entered Carmen’s ass. No matter how rare she let someone stretch her holes, they accepted every challenge and still begged for more. As her cheeks met Laura’s balls, a flat ridge from her cock bulged through Carmen’s chest. The shape was disfigured around her waist as the prehensile member serpentined through her body.

“More,” Carmen moaned, even as her bowels were hollowed out. It continued moving, every inch of the ten-foot dick put to work on entering her stomach. On cue, Mary, Ashley and Dakota appeared in front of her. Tentacles rose from the blonde’s crotch and coiled around Carmen’s tits, others slithering into any crevice on her body, even using her armpits for their depravity. All three futanari gagged themselves on her cocks, cleaning them of the most recent pussies.

With her body properly attended, Carmen set to squatting. The muscles in her legs tensed, which flexed her kegels and anus too as she pushed up, then dropped down. Her tremendous ass collided with Laura’s scrotum, the noise matched only by the explosion of squirt from her rear-cunt. It went uninterrupted, until Rachel crammed both her dicks inside.

“This is amazing,” the redhead moaned, “We should’ve done this ages ago.”

Carmen looked around, view constantly bouncing as she worked the two cocks within her and fucked her friends’ faces. While the debauchery varied from group to group, they all had one simple thing in common; curves. For all the expenses Gretchen paid to attain her erotic figure, it just couldn’t measure up to anyone in that room. Even the counterfeit sexuality didn’t add anything, as a futa with tits the size and shape of basketballs jerked them up and down a twenty-inch dick. At the same time, another cock was sandwiched between her similarly huge, spherical ass cheeks. Of course her lips were plumped up too.

Many of them were once bullied by Gretchen. Now their new lives put them above her on the social ladder, after all, when a school like Saint Puella catered almost exclusively to futanari with once unfathomable measurements, size mattered far more to the student hierarchy. What did that bitch think now? Even if she kept up the same attitude, it wouldn’t be long before she was completely ostracised.

“It’s not too much?” Carmen asked, knowing the answer.

“Fuck no!”

No, it wasn’t. She’d fulfilled these girls deepest wishes and had given them even more. It didn’t hurt that she could finally go through a single day without wanting to fuck someone’s face in the middle of class. For once, she almost felt content.

Almost. She cried her bliss and dumped her ball batter down the trio’s gullets, while milking explosive climaxes from the two cocks inside her. Their bellies inflated rapidly, hers almost in tandem. Carmen licked her lips, delicious cum rising up her oesophagus and leaking from her lips. She swallowed and stood, cocks hard as ever. There were still many students that were unhappy with their bodies. She’d help - and fuck - them all.

Then Gretchen’s time would come.