Topic: Friends in Flesh - by BD_Acht
Source:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27744081/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/27804554/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28063966/
Friends in Flesh
Part 1 - The Portal
It was one of those bright, clear air days. A good day, Emily thought. The sky was a rich blue. Tall pillars of brilliant white clouds rose magnificently into the atmosphere here and there but betrayed no hint of rain. The fall semester was in full swing, but it was Friday and she was excited. She walked through the campus, a subtle buzz of elation at the coming weekend ran through most people. Having only one more class to go, she now took her lunch break.
She couldn’t help but smile at the group gathered ahead of her. They sat in various stages of a meal around a rectangular stone table, well worn by the elements. The reclining curly haired redhead on the opposite side saw her first, breaking into a familiar shit-eating grin.
“Well? Where’s Mr. Hotpants? Has he not publicly professed his love to you yet?”
“Haha. How’s everyone doing?”
Andrea nodded up from her food, “Pretty good. Just finished up for the day.” She grinned, “Don’t worry, we can try again tonight if you want.” Everyone chuckled. Emily just rolled her eyes and laughed, a bit embarrassed.
Andrea was Emily’s oldest and best friend. They had both grown up in the same small town and were inseparable since childhood. Due to the rather conservative nature of the parents and their close friendship, they were each other’s greatest confidantes during their awkward teenage years. This air of trust, of understanding was something that could be felt in their little group. It was like it bleed from them and made everyone feel safe. They felt comfortable in their own skin among one another.
Andrea was the most physical of the group. Her face was well defined and friendly, complementing the energetic frizzy curls above.
“Where’s Vicky?” Emily asked.
Olivia looked up from her book, apparently done eating. “She said she was looking up stuff for tonight or something.” She shrugged.
Olivia was the newest member of their little group. She was a pudgy girl with the full rear and chest that came with it. Fair skin covered a cute, soft face that was framed by curly dark hair. She was quiet, only really speaking when necessary, but among the girls she came out of her shell a bit. She even jumped into conversations to make a joke or two.
Laura finished up a text and sat down her phone. “I’m sure we’ll see her later. She seems suuuuper into this stuff, doesn’t she?”
Laura was butt of many blonde jokes in the girl’s group. It didn’t help she was a bit of ditz. She wasn’t stupid, she a bit airheaded. Laura also tended to look on the bright side of things, making her the one that the others often went to when they were stressed. Her straight, dirty-blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and cute facial features left little question on how she almost always had a boyfriend. Laura was also the one that introduced Vicky to the group.
Victoria was a rather intense and focused young woman. Tall and thin with dark brown hair, she stood out in more than one way. She had been a source of conflict in the group. For some reason she didn’t seem to like Olivia at all, despite the latter being incredibly quiet and polite. There were even some harsh remarks on the black-haired girl’s chubby figure. Vicky seemed to cause the most problems, but sometimes she was fun to be around. She also liked to lead, something that Emily had to admit complemented the group, considering how relaxed they all were.
“Yeah she does. But you’re all still on for, tonight right?” Emily sat down and unpacked her lunch. Maggie feigned an incredulous look.
“Wow! Emily has a dry spell to break,” she shifted into a haughty accent, “Back in my day we used good old-fashioned sex appeal to lure in suitors…and our bosoms.” She shook her chest a little to send her punchline home, causing the group to burst into laughter.
Maggie was referring to their activities last Friday when they last met. Vicky apparently had bought (or was gifted, her story changed a few times) an occult spell book, one Maggie promptly dubbed the “Ye Olde Sex Tome”. It started as a joke, but the girls found themselves leafing through the pages as a group, trying to decipher middle English and laughing at illustrations of what monks must’ve thought erogenous organs looked like. Vicky, getting irritated for some reason or another, said they should try a love spell. Emily hopped up immediately, not really thinking, apparently very eager to woo a certain boy. None of them believed in it of course, but it was fun trying to find all the ingredients and pronounce the words together.
This whole turn of events was basically a boon for Maggie. With her quick wit and the shear absurdity involved she had a never-ending stream of jokes for them this week.
“We’re meeting at your place tonight, right Emily?” Andrea chuckled. Emily nodded through her sandwich.
…..
It wasn’t long before Emily had finished her last classes for the day and made it back to her apartment. It was a bit far off campus, but it was affordable and spacious for what it was. Emily had furnished the place herself, bargain hunting, and it ended up being rather cozy. It was a favorite place among the girls to hang out.
They trickled in around seven. Maggie arrived first.
“Ready for some more perverted witchcraft? Some sexual dark arts?” she grinned, hands on hips. Emily smiled.
“Look, if you all want to help me score using unholy powers, who am I to argue?” Maggie’s face scrunched up and she laughed.
Oliva came with Andrea since their dorms were so close. Laura and Vicky did the same. “Hey Vicky, we missed you at lunch today,” Emily ushered them inside.
“Yes, sorry. I was preparing for tonight. There’s a lot more in this book than I realized.” The thick book was tucked under her arm.
They sat around the living room, catching up and discussing their weeks. Vicky tapped her fingers impatiently on the book, though her demeanor was more accommodating. Maggie noticed.
She smirked, “So Vicky, find any other spells to help our Emily out with her phallic cravings?”
“Hey! Its not about that. I actually like him.”
“Is that why you volunteered to use the sexy witchcraft book on him?”
Vicky cut in, “No. But I did find something else we can try. We’ll have to move the furniture around a bit.”
And just like that they were spending their night on a fictitious spell once again. Andrea and Emily moved the furniture to the walls while Vicky had apparently brought supplies this time. She placed the book and some baggies of different powders and a few bottles of fluid on the floor. No one bothered to ask about the semi-clear goo inside.
“Wow, really banking on an extra cup size tonight? Or are you trying to wish away periods forever? I’ll take both please.” Maggie flopped down on the couch, halfway off.
“Is there anything in there for physical stuff? Like running faster or anything? I’d love to try one of those.” Andrea asked as she finished moving an end table.
Olivia raised her eyebrows as she peered over Victoria’s shoulder. “Yeah, I don’t think this is that kind of book…What did you have in mind Vicky?”
Flipping her hair out of her face, she rather coldly replied, “It’s…some kind of portal I think.”
“Really? Where to?”
“Oh, just back to my dorm. I prepared there earlier.”
Emily sits crisscross against a couch. “That’d be nice. Save you a walk.”
“I think its missing the theme. Unless it’s a spell to remedy the walk of shame.” Maggie rolls off the couch to lie next to Emily.
Victoria just grimaces patiently and begins to spread the dust on the hardwood floor, “We’ll see.”
Emily wasn’t thrilled at the mess to clean up, but what the hell, it was fun last time. After a couple minutes, Victoria had laid her dusts, several shades of pink, and laid out a pattern on the ground. It was a large semicircle opening away from the door. A few winding patterns connected it to another semicircle enclosing the door. Vicky then took the bottles and sat them at every place the dust intersected. She then began to pass around printed sheets with the spoken spell, complete with pronunciations. The pages were filled with text. They looked at her strangely.
“Wow, you really did your homework this time,” Andrea said with raised eyebrows.
“What if it works though?” Laura giggled, “Think of all the walking you could save in the mornings.”
“Well if you’re going to do something, you should do it right. Here, you four sit there, facing the middle.”
Olivia looked around, “Do I get a sheet?”
Victoria smiled warmly, “No, dear, you stand over in that circle. Up against the door.”
Andrea frowned. Victoria was acting weird. She had always respected how dedicated she was to her studies, but this much work on what was basically a joke was weird for her. She shrugged. At least she was being nice to Olivia. That poor girl didn’t need anyone hurting her tender confidence.
Victoria positions them all. Laura, Emily, Andrea, Maggie, and herself would all face the center of the larger semicircle. Meanwhile Olivia would keep her back against the door and wait. Vicky said that the spell needed to send someone through first. Maggie pointed out that it should probably be Vicky but ultimately no one really cared who went through the nonexistent portal first. That and Olivia didn’t have to worry about stuttering the weird English.
Victoria took her place at on the large circle. “Everyone ready? Alright, lets begin.”
They began speaking their pages in unison. Fits of giggles caused them to stutter a few times in the first couple lines, but soon they were moving at a steady pace. Olivia leaned her back against the door, watching as her friends spoke the hokey spell. She’d have to check out a book on the dialect used. She wondered what it said.
Olivia felt a bit warm. She shifted on her feet and felt her labia slip over one another wetly. She frowned. That was…weird. She’d have to see what was going on after this silly séance thing. She didn’t really buy into the supernatural, but her friends wanted to try it and she liked being around them. Olivia was seldom social, but these girls made her feel welcome. They made her happy.
Her vagina was becoming aroused rapidly. The fat outer lips became engorged, the delicate inner ones flushing an eager pink between them. Clear gooey strands of lust drooled down her folds while her depths tented up inside. Her plush lips twitched as her nethers spasmed with need. Something was wrong.
Olivia shuddered as her pussy spasmed. Should she just leave to the bathroom now? No, that would draw too much attention to the shy girl. Plus, what would she say? Girls, this whole ritual thing is really turning me on! That sounded more like something Maggie would say. She winced again, her depths clenching with need.
Suddenly she shuddered as an electric bolt of pleasure traced up her spine. She bit her finger, face wincing with effort, trying to stay quite despite what was happening to her genitals. Olivia’s mind was trying to make sense of this, a reason for this intense arousal. Her eyes widened as the pleasure rapidly swelled, and then burst. She arched her back and writhed against the door, free arm mashing into her large tits. Her thighs rubbed over one another as a dark spot in her pants blossomed. Much to the poor girl’s credit, her friends never heard her over their chanting.
As she shuddered against the door, between her generous thighs, her vulva began to grow. The hungry lips began to expand upwards. Her bulging clit crept up through her pubic mound, her lips growing proportionately larger. Her flesh parted around the growing pink gash effortlessly, while within, more of her was made into vaginal canal. Olivia’s eyes rolled as she tried to catch her breath, doing everything in her power to stay silent. She hadn’t even noticed her changes yet.
Her pussy continued upwards, sliding up her chubby stomach now. The waistband of her pants rubbed roughly against the hood of her growing clit as it led her slit upwards, and every subsequent expanding inch of labia after. She clamped both hands over her mouth, chocking down a yelp. It was too much. Too much. She shook her head, flushed with what she thought was embarrassment. Her clit was the size of a golf ball now. The shiny pink nub pulsed under her shirt. Her meaty lips continued to unzip her torso, her vertical smile large enough to swallow someone’s head at this point. And it wasn’t stopping.
Olivia unclasped a hand from her mouth and let it fall to her side weakly. She took deep breaths through her nose as the white-hot pleasure still throbbed through her body. Her underwear felt soaked and her clit felt like it was rubbing uncomfortably. She smelled something…musky. Frowning under her clasped hand, she glanced down. Her jaw fell open with shock. A splotchy dark line ran up her torso culminating in what appeared to be a third breast. She could see it throbbing through the shirt. Olivia lifted her messy shirt and the hot scent of female sex bloomed from her abdomen. The sensations finally made sense as the soaked clothing lifted, thick and gooey strings of lust trailing from cloth to lips. She could feel a yawning, yearning depths beneath those massive lips, too deep to be real. She peeled the shirt up to her collar, looking straight down in fear at the breast sized clitoris jutting proudly from her chest. It was a deep pink, something it shared with the raw sex that split her body below.
She wanted to scream, to cry for help, anything but stand here and feel it take more of her…but she did just that. She didn’t know what would happen if she did, what her cherished friends would think. Her long running fear of judgement from others silenced her better than any gag. And so, Olivia’s beloved friends sat ignorant of her plight, unknowingly sealing her fate as they rattled off their lines.
Unable to bear the friction, she took her sodden shirt up over her head. Her breath hitched as the moist cloth brushed her nose. She lowered it slowly to the ground, cringing at how her torso twisted. At how her lips parted and depths beneath opened slightly. She was more vagina than girl now. She squirmed as she was further consumed by her own snatch. A look of bliss and fear fought on her face as she tried to remain silent, her huge clit inching upwards. Her bra kept her full breasts together, much to the ecstasy of her large slick lips. She had to take it off. Her eyes rolled wide in their sockets as she stretched around to the strained fabric’s clasp. The way she had to arch her back made her uncomfortably aware of just how alien her body was now. Even more frightening was how familiar it felt. Olivia could feel how familiar her depths were. Twitches, clenching, an unmistakable ache. All were the same sensations she oft felt between her legs. But now, it was consuming her.
The clasp popped off eagerly. Quite sticky thanks issued from her wrinkled lips as they relaxed. She dropped her bra. She wasn’t quite sure why, but her pants were bothering her. Above all else it seemed…wrong. She leaned against the door to slip them off. The way she had to lean down caused her lips to part ways temporarily, opening wide in a carnal gape. Her eyes gazed into her own deep slit, the heat and musk of which rolled over her face. She squeezed her eyes shut and stood back up, lips thankfully pulling back into a fleshy pink line.
Trying to look down she let out an involuntary squeak, barely audible as her body convulsed with sensation. Her chin had squished into the firm spongy flesh of her clitoris. It had grown, rising to the nook of Olivia’s neck. It was gently, insistently, pressing on the underside of her head. Suddenly she couldn’t catch her breath and her labia parted with the last sound her lungs would ever make. The pathetic quiet hiss of a queef. She had no time to dwell on this humiliating turn, the pressure on the sensitive bulb was too much. Her body went alight as she orgasmed. It was full body in the most terrible way. Her entire quim clenched to an ageless carnal rhythm. Her arms held fast to the door frame as her face stretched in a soundless scream of release. Thick drops of lubricant tickled her thighs as they made their way to the floor.
Olivia’s vision swam as she came down from the earthshaking orgasm. She could no longer feel her clitoris pressing against her head. She could also feel only her new slit. What she could not see, was that she had merged into the door during her climax. Arms and legs were but a formless fleshy periphery to the cunt that now made up her body. She felt something warm and soft climbing her neck, rising along her scalp. She tried to move her nonexistent limbs. Horrified, Olivia realized the only thing she could move was her face and her vagina. Despite being a disembodied vulva, she apparently still had pelvic muscles.
Twisting her face in fear, her face was washed with pleasure. The flesh climbed up around her head, hugging her skull. She could feel it and how her hair was missing. Her face felt…sweaty? Her head pulsed pleasantly. Olivia desperately wanted to feel what was happening to her face. Her pussy twitched as she tried to work muscles that were now foreign to her body. Her face fell with the realization that her head was now a clitoris. She had been made into her own pleasure button.
It was now that she realized there was something else happening within her. Beyond the aching pulse that yearned and drooled for filling. There was something…deeper. It was pleasant, almost comforting. Olivia’s face became pink and full as she focused on these feelings, trying to decipher them. Soon there was no longer any original flesh left of the girl’s body, only tissue that belonged between the legs of a woman. Her mind, her bastion from the world for so many years, became more and more hazy as it became clitoral flesh. Full and throbbing, her head was swaddled in the fleshy hood that now rested upon what used to be her hairline. Her face continued to round out as she struggled against the pleasure. It slipped her notice that her new body was becoming more and more familiar to her. More…right.
The pudgy girl’s senses had been inundated with womanhood. The slick taste of her own natural lubricant slid over her tongue as it explored her teeth and mouth, now all firm and spongey and oh so sensitive. Her pink nose was filled with the hot smell of an eager cunt. She could hear the pulse of lust pounding in her rounding skull despite the loss of her ears. Olivia wondered what she looked like. She stared out with fading hope at her friends, blissfully ignorant of her plight. Slowly, her head became a clit. The only indication that the mass of womanhood was once a girl was the face wrapped across its rounded surface. The need was so intense now. It muddled her panic.
Olivia didn’t notice as her facial features disappeared. The hole that made up what she was now, the sweet soft canal called to her mind. It was slowly eating away at her worries, suckling and massaging them away with lust and helpless need. Her lidded eyes looked to her friends as her nose and mouth faded into erectile tissue. She liked them so much. She imagined her times with them. She almost missed the fact that in her reverie several of the thoughts were of them sliding inside her now. Stretching her oh so deliciously. Her eyes settled on someone as they walked up to her. Victoria. She
smiled sweetly into the pussy’s lidded eyes as they turned pink. Olivia wondered why the dark haired girl had never liked her. Dopily she hoped she would make it up to her in a carnal fashion. Finally, her eyes faded and Olivia was no more.
She could only feel now. Her mind was being warped, pleasure and wanting weighing heavily on the vagina’s mind. It did the only thing it could now. It clenched its slick wall, folds wetly clamping down around nothing but disappointment. It ached. The girl within wondered idly when her friends would find her, and would they touch her then.
Her thoughts were immediately nullified, sliding from her mind like the drool from her lips as something slid over her clit, fondling it roughly. It quivered in delight as something pressed within its waiting lips. Unrefined joy was all it felt. The thing was slim but oh so wonderful. The cunt that was once Olivia embraced the pleasure fully, human woes forgotten in the bliss of penetration. The shy heavy girl had made a pleasing pudgy vagina. It twitched where the door once was. Hungry for more…
The girls finished their chant.
“Is that all Vicky?” Emily asked. “Wait, Vicky?” she said turning towards her. Victoria was gone. There was something weird in the air. Recognition and embarrassment lit up in Maggie’s mind, but she stayed silent.
“Olivia, how are-“ Maggie’s jaw hung open. The other girls turned. Some gasped. Other’s eyes bulged. Laura screamed. The vagina responded with silence, a thick string of liquid lust drooling to the floor…
To Be Continued…