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

Chapter 30 - Stacking Disasters

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 The last time she cooked was using crap from tins and outdated packages, but this was fresh, she could tell by the smell.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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not pampered,” Carmen said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Worse?”

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

“No.”

“Twitter?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

“But you’re rich?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, tomorrow?” Carmen asked.

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

“I’ve never been tardy in my life.”

“First time for everything.”

“See you.”

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

“Um…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… it’s okay?” Carmen asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This isn’t real.”

“Exactly, so why not enjoy it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A girl like me?” Carmen asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Melody!” Alicia reprimanded.

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

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

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

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

“Does that mean I get your old ones?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, but I feel overdressed now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ex-girlfriend?”

“How’d you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

32

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

Chapter 31 - Sample of Decadence

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You saw it,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said.

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

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

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

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

“What diary?”

“You know, that Futa Note thing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why? It feels good.”

“Because… I have reasons.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Someone likes eating people,” Ryuka sang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This isn’t real,” Carmen said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

33

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

Chapter 32 - Getting Heated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gloomy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A series of raps on the door jolted her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not… I’m not that kind.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s everything I dreamed of.”

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

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

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

“What now?” Carmen asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

34

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

Chapter 33 - Coming Clean

“What?” Rachel snickered, skimming through the rules of the Futa Note. Their clothes were back on haphazardly, arousal tempered by a mixture of worry and intrigue.

“It’s exactly as I said. It changes people. I write their names, add details, and…” Carmen shrugged, “Don’t you think it’s weird that everyone’s name in the book has a penis? Your sister, Mary, Zoey?”

“They’ve always been like that,” Rachel said and handed it back, “I mean, it’s a weird coincidence that I know them all, but it’s not like you did it.”

“Got a pencil?” Carmen asked, she flipped to the rules page and her eyes shone, though she didn’t mention anything else.

“Why not a pen?”

“It’s permanent unless I can erase the words. I don’t know about paint or the like, but I don’t want to chance it,” Carmen explained. Rachel got up and found one, handing it over with a bemused smile as her girlfriend wrote her name. Pain lanced through Rachel’s head and brought her down. She was caught in Carmen’s arms, shaking as a lifetime of memories, of seeing her sister acting ‘normal’ as she was milked like a cow, were contrasted by an actually normal childhood. Same with Zoey, who she’d have sworn always had a dick. It was real.

“Oh my god.” Rachel extracted herself and looked at her girlfriend in a new light. Gorgeous, smart and controlled before, now she was powerful atop all that. If she could alter everyone’s memories, turn Leah into a walking, talking cow-girl, then nothing seemed beyond her. This was a power belonging to a goddess. And deities were vengeful. If she didn’t say anything there, it’d only get worse, and she didn’t want to imagine what could be done to her. Or how it would hurt Carmen down the line.

“I got that coffee shop burned down,” Rachel blurted.

Carmen’s face fell. She set the book down in her lap and stared ahead, “Soothe the Soul?”

Rachel nodded, “Yes. And… and I gave Gretchen the idea to… to, um, separate you and Stacy.” She curled up away from Carmen, waiting for the inevitable explosion of rage. She counted the ticking of each second, a countdown to destruction. It never came. Daring a glance over her arms, she checked on Carmen, who stared at the Futa Note, arms tense and face sharp. Anyone could see the gears turning over in her head, and the scales that weighed pros and cons. There was no doubt that Rachel would be a new entry.

“I’ve gotta go,” Carmen said as flat and cold as the Arctic. She gathered her belongings, cramming them back into her bag and smoothed out her clothes. All was methodical, like a machine at work, while Rachel just watched from the couch in a position of weakness. Once that glorious rear strode away and the door slammed, she crumbled. What she did was all to get Zoey back, and now she was alone. She picked up her phone. Maybe Zoey would help? Shaking, she hit call and waited. The tone started and rang out until she went to voice mail. Of course she wouldn’t want to talk. Rachel had nothing to do but wait.

Carmen filled line after line with furious scribbles. Her elegant script was dead to her fingers, which carried out her maelstrom of thoughts with unerring precision, slashing out each angry idea that surfaced. No names were added, she needed the right concept first. Something that summed up her and Stacy’s torment. Her family had faced separation, her mother would’ve done anything to keep her and Melody, and Stacy lost her business. They were broken up by that redheaded bitch.

But didn’t it work out for the best? The thought staggered her rage and forced her to look around, ears perked up to hear Melody giggling next door. Her mother was out working on investments for their fortune. It… would they’ve been better off if Rachel hadn’t forced her hand? No, obviously not.

Something dripped onto the notebook. Carmen wiped at her eyes and found tears. A different hand dealt with the other eye.

“Didn’t it all work out for the best?” Ryuka asked, repeating her prior thought. Carmen looked away and snapped the pencil in her hand, “Your sister is happy. Your mother is happy. You were happy. What’s done is done, Carmen. Nothing can change that.”

“I’m not so sure,” Carmen said and traced a finger over a page, her face mutating into a sneer, “This thing can alter memories, medical records, and people’s bodies. Why can’t it change the past too?”

“Don’t you dare!” Ryuka snapped, hand coming down like a hammer on the book, “That is Nature’s Law. It’s not something like toying with people, you’d be warping the universe. The consequences for such a thing are indescribable. You break Nature and it will extol a horrible price.”

“So it’s not all powerful,” Carmen scoffed.

“I don’t see why you’re so torn about this,” Ryuka said and rubbed at her hand, “Rachel clearly loves you. She wouldn’t tell you that otherwise.”

“It’s not just about me. She could’ve gotten Stacy killed,” Carmen cracked a knuckle in her sudden tense, remembering her former boss covered in soot, struggling to breathe on that night.

“You already got Ashley. She was the one responsible for the main part, wasn’t she? Why not target Gretchen? None of this would’ve happened if she was a mindless bimbo.”

Carmen went to her bed and flopped onto her back. Everyone was to blame, but no one was solely responsible. She couldn’t just write one name and be done with it all. No, she didn’t need to write any names. It was her problem. The past was set, but she could control her future. This reaction jeopardised that control. Didn’t she want to be happy anymore?

Then her phone blared at her. She checked it; Mary was calling. Time had trickled away into the afternoon without her noticing. Carmen sighed and accepted.

“Hello?”

“Hey Carmen, so glad you got a new phone. I can actually understand you now,” Mary said, bubbly as always, if a little breathless.

“Hi Carmen!” Ashley’s voice shouted through the line.

“Ashley says ‘hi’.”

“Yeah, I heard her,” Carmen said.

“So…”

“What?”

“How are you feeling about it? I assume you two are gonna do the nasty tonight.”

“It… we’re not.”

“Aw, but you sounded pretty eager earlier,” Mary said, then took a second, “Did something happen?”

“She… Rachel gave Gretchen the idea about Soothe the Soul. To burn it down. And she’s the reason Stacy never contacted me,” Carmen explained, tasting hatred and bile on the words.

“Oh… oh, yeah, that’s… Sorry, that’s a lot to take in. It could’ve been worse though, right?”

“Worse? Mary, Stacy lost her business. I’m pretty sure she was blackmailed to stay away from me. I fucking loved her. Now every time I see her it’s like I don’t know what to do, and she just… it hurts.” Carmen seethed at her inability to identify just how she felt. Emotions should be easy. They weren’t advanced academics, or handing a business. Then why couldn’t she handle them when she needed to.

“Trust me, Gretchen’s a piece of shit,” Mary said, “Burning the place down is horrible, I’m not saying it isn’t, but she couldn’t gone a lot further. I never met Stacy, but she sounds nice. Gretchen would’ve broken her spirit and had her spinning on poles in days, then doing drugs, then working a corner just to survive. She’s way more dangerous than a fire.”

Carmen’s heart collapsed, her lungs tightened and her mouth went dry at the mere thought. She’d have saved Stacy, but the mere fact that Mary was certain it could have gone that bad terrified her. Even in this reality, where Gretchen didn’t have Ashley’s fortune, she was just as dangerous. Mary has to be exaggerating, Carmen thought, but she had her doubts.

“And Rachel was just trying to get you away from Zoey,” Mary said.

“Huh?”

“I mean, I never said anything, but anyone with a brain knew she was into Zoey. Then Zoey starts trying to get into your pants and… you know. Jealousy is a stupid good motivator.”

Carmen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Rachel hadn’t mentioned anything like that, but it was obvious she was overprotective of Zoey. Jealousy and protection can blur together, feeding the other’s worst habits and taking it to extremes. She still went too far, even if she wasn’t directly involved.

“Just cut Rachel some slack, okay?”

“Maybe,” Carmen said.

“Well, think about it. Also, thanks for finally telling me who you’re dating.”

Carmen blinked and realised what she’d revealed, “Oh, fuck.”

“It’s cool. Just, you know, if you guys break up, let me know. I’d love a shot at you. Huh? And Ashley wants a go too. By the way, she might need some help soon, so when you get the chance…”

Carmen cracked a smile, “I will. You’re sure it’s fine? Me and Rachel?”

“Gretchen might throw a fit when she finds out, but yeah it’s-SHIT! Dammit, Ashley. Don’t just, ugh, it’s all in my hair. Sorry, Carmen, I need to teach someone a lesson about not fucking up my hair. See ya!”

With that, the line went dead and Carmen was left to stare at the ceiling. Ryuka floated in her periphery.

“So, the cats out of the bag, huh?”

“Mary has no filter,” Carmen sighed. The news would be spread around in a matter of days, but was it really a big deal. She didn’t need to keep it a secret in the first place. Something had to be wrong with her, that she didn’t trust anyone enough to share that. Even her mother hadn’t known she was gay until a short while ago.

She went back to her desk and the Futa Note. It had the power to change people, mind and body, even herself. Everything was the way it should be. Her life was on track, her family was together and happy. The only one holding out was herself. Carmen shook the thought loose. She didn’t need the book to improve herself. The past was done, it’s only job was to lay the paths forward. Her job was just to pick the right one.

Carmen grabbed her phone and texted Rachel ‘come over tomorrow. I’ll let you know when.’

‘OK’ was the short reply. Carmen sat back down and traced a hand over her body, reliving the sensations of Rachel touching, all but worshipping her. Perhaps it wasn’t love and just rampant lust, but she had to know for sure. If things went wrong, then maybe she would turn to the Futa Note. Until then, she needed to unwind after refusing her body it’s earlier release.

When did masturbation become a stress relief? After sleep eluded her all that night, she jerked off to try calming down, if anything it seemed to rile her anxiety the moment her last drops were expelled. Her production had leapt forward as well, which made cleaning up a nightmare of its own. By the time she fell asleep, it was too late for any useful rest and she woke up with bags under her eyes. A brilliant way to start a day that could make or break her current relationship.

Her mother and Melody were going out for a few hours. Turned out that getting Melody some truly nutritious meals, and more freedom to snack, took its tall and she had gained a small pot belly to match her new height. The plan was to hike every week and help her trim down a little. Cute as she was with some extra chub, Carmen didn’t want her sister to grow up into a slob. Or like Leah, satisfied with her lot in life.

Carmen told Rachel to start heading over and waited in the living room. Her exhaustion was clear enough for Melody to give her a little break, instead showing off some new clothes she got the other day, and the eerily adorable puppy backpack she carted around. They needed a dog or cat. Some kind of pet. It’d be nice to have a small companion for her studies… studies that she didn’t need to worry about anymore. Carmen groaned at the thought, one which crept up more than she’d like. She didn’t know what she wanted in life anymore, but her standards couldn’t be compromised because of that.

Until then, other less adult issues faced her. Timid knocks were greeted by an exuberant Melody, who called out to Carmen.

“Carmen, your girlfriend is here!” The emphasis on ‘girlfriend’ sounded jealous. Carmen snickered at her sister and went to see her face, which had a lovely pout on it.

“Is that a problem?” Carmen asked.

“Nope!” Melody pouted more, “Just don’t do anything gross.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like, you know, kissing and holding hands.”

“You mean like this?” Carmen mashed the girl into her chest and pecked at her cheeks, exaggerating each sound. Melody squealed and pushed on her, the sensation of which Carmen would never admit felt nice, until she was freed from her squishy prison.

“Yes! Don’t do that!” Melody said.

“Come on, time to go,” Alicia said, her own backpack filled with their supplies. Carmen doubted her sister had packed anything but a few stuffed toys, maybe a spare shirt if she got too sweaty. In the doorway, Alicia stopped and glanced back at Rachel, then at Carmen, “Whatever happens, just keep the house clean.”

The door shut before Carmen’s blush could surface. She looked to Rachel and noticed the same thing, vastly more pronounced on her paler cheeks, though her face was obscured by her hair. Her usually punkish clothes were missing, instead she resembled a demure housewife more than the spunky girl Carmen knew. She glanced up and back down in the same instant, as if afraid to look at Carmen.

“You’d already know if I wrote your name,” Carmen said and walked back to the living room. They sat on different chairs.

“So, what’s up?” Rachel asked with fragile pep to her voice. Getting a look at her, she hadn’t slept any better than Carmen, perhaps worse.

“I’m not going to write your name either,” Carmen said and leaned back with a dramatic sigh, “I thought about it. A lot. I wrote whole pages of…  anyway, you’re not in trouble.”

“But I… don’t I deserve it? Mary did a lot less to you and you wrote her name, right?”

“She was a repeat offender.” Carmen grinned.

“What about Zoey? And Dakota?”

“Dakota was a test. I didn’t know it was permanent then. And I wanted to help Zoey.”

“By making her a super-tall, super-endowed, super fucking hot Amazon?” Rachel asked, incredulous.

Carmen’s face boiled and she hung her head, “It, uh… I, um…”

“It’s cool! Really, I mean it. She deserves to be awesome in other ways. And, well, I might of done the same thing.” Rachel frowned, “What about my sister? The worst thing she might’ve done is get your order wrong.”

“Uh, that was… I got turned on and wasn’t thinking clearly,” Carmen said, careful to omit Ryuka’s involvement, and that the resemblance to Rachel had been a partial factor, “She reminded me of Stacy as well.”

“Okay,” Rachel said.

“Okay? You’re not mad I turned your sister into what she is?”

“Not really. She’s the same as ever, actually she’s happier now I’d say. Just wish she wasn’t so horny all the time. Everyday, it’s always a new guy or girl, sometimes multiple and it gets pretty loud. Good thing our parents are away. So what about you? Why did you write your own name?”

“I haven’t,” Carmen cast a look over her own body, increasingly curvaceous and decadent with every passing day. If the book hadn’t altered her wardrobe at first, she might’ve been in serious trouble, though that power seemed to be fading. Or was it focusing on something else?

“So you were born like that?” Rachel asked, leaning forward suddenly with eyes wide and sparking.

“U-um, no. The book did this. It’s been changing me ever since I found it.”

“Wait. I touched it. Am I gonna become like you?” Rachel asked, that excitement building further.

“No, she won’t. There’d be changes by now,” Ryuka said, popping into the conversation, then floated away before Carmen glared at her.

“No. I think you need to have it for a while.” At her words, Rachel’s face fell and she folded her arms in a huff.

“Just my luck, everyone gets to be stupid curvy with big dicks and then there’s me. Flat as a board and short to boot. Life’s so unfair,” Rachel said. She didn’t know what she had, Carmen thought. As she was, Rachel was cuter than almost any other girl out there. Not to mention that her height and figure made her seem younger. Although, a nice pair of tits and an ass to match might pair well, and give something to hold while they…

Carmen rolled her eyes at herself. Was she over what Rachel did already? Resentment still lingered, but desire warred against it, and something else was there too. She expected to feel cold upon seeing her again, perhaps gradually warm up and they could restart, instead there was relief and a measure of excitement. They were alone, after all, where no one would bother them for the next few hours. Her mind flashed to yesterday and how close they came to going all the way.

Her fingers tingled at the memory of how close they’d been to Rachel’s sex. Her cock swelled in longing for Rachel’s lips and hands, and her pussy wept for its lost orgasm. She shouldn’t after what happened. Rachel should be made to atone in some way, not made to cum by Carmen’s overwhelming lust. But that was atonement to some capacity.

They shouldn’t. Carmen didn’t know what sex with her cock would be like, but if it was as intense as she feared, then she might lose herself to it. Even with Stacy, before she grew the damn penis, she had struggled to maintain her focus on school. Everyday, she had longed for those sensations, and even now their phantoms teased her. She handled it before, she’d do it again. It was just sex. People had it all the time and got on with their lives. And she had spent most of her life in discipline. What was one more temptation?

“Come on,” Carmen said and stood. She headed up the stairs, followed close by Rachel, who she was certain gawked at her ass. It filled her pants to their comfortable limits, and left no illusion as to how shapely it was. Her cock swelled down a leg, escaping her underwear, its shape bulged through clearer by the second as blood flowed through the veins, and turned her strides into awkward steps. Once in her room, she turned and saw Rachel hesitate in the doorway.

She fidgeted in place, her eyes darted left to right without a second to linger. An errant bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. Her throat tightened, lips moved and her feet shuffled awkwardly. Carmen grinned and sauntered up to her, finally giving something for Rachel to focus on. In this case, it was her bulge.

“I… can I ask you something?” Rachel asked once she was face-to-breast with Carmen. Standing so close, and from Carmen’s higher perch, the petite girl’s head seemed a match, if not smaller than the breasts straining to get her.

“Yes?” Carmen brought a hand up and ran it through her hair. Red like a luxurious wine, and smooth as silk, it ran through her pale fingers, which sizzled with the urge to grab hold. Lust pounded in her every vein, half fuelled by fondness for Rachel, and half by the leftover rage still in her head.

“Would you write my name? In that book?”

Many things had confused Carmen since she got the book. How such a thing existed, the fact she harboured strange, outright depraved urges, and now Rachel added to that disorder by wanting to be turned into a freakish amalgam of genders. It spoke volumes about Carmen, that her cock spat pre-cum at the prospect. She glanced to the book on her desk, unopened, yet it called to her, even the organised pens and pencils nearby leered at her. If Rachel wanted it, then Carmen had no right to refuse. She wasn’t asking for anything special either. Carmen had all the power to do as she wished without repercussion.

“You can’t be serious?” Carmen asked, but she was already backing up toward her desk. Temptation oozed from her subconscious, fantastical ideas she’d only indulged in when she masturbated. So many possibilities. Aside from her hair and cute face, Rachel had so many options, any of which would leave her unrecognisable. She could become an Amazon like Zoey, or a cum-cow like Ashley, or perhaps something new. A giant cock with a human body attached? Carmen stifled a giggle.

“I am,” Rachel said and followed her, large eyes peering up through lashes, glimmering with possibility and lust, “Write my name. Make me a futa.”

“It’s permanent.”

“So what?” Rachel forced her back to the desk, suddenly in command as she pressed closer, “I know you’re gay, but don’t deny that girls with cocks turns you on. The moment I mentioned it, you got harder. So come on, give me something you find hot. Make me your little fuck toy if you want.”

Carmen cracked a nervous smile, “I thought you didn’t like being small?”

“I don’t like being this height and so skinny. If I’m gonna be flat, then I should’ve been shorter. Hmm, I wouldn’t mind being your personal loli.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“I’m eighteen. It’s just appearances for us. Or are you into a little roleplay?” Rachel prodded, eyes thinning seductively, then she turned and pressed her back against Carmen, taking her hands and pulling them around herself, “I’m the reason something awful happened to you and Stacy. Let me satisfy you.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Gretchen would’ve found out and done something worse,” Carmen said, trying to keep control, but she waged a losing battle. She felt Rachel’s heat against her crotch, the hairs on her head rubbing her chest through clothes, and her hands found Rachel’s own nipples had hardened. This wasn’t just a bid for atonement, but a genuine desire.

“Maybe, but I want this. You want it too,” Rachel said, breath coming heavier as Carmen’s arousal swelled further.

“I thought about using it on you,” Carmen admitted, leaning lower and putting her lips against Rachel’s ear. The petite girl shuddered from her breath, “I wondered about making you into a brainless puppet, or some uncontrollable monster. Even a human-sized dick.”

Rachel chuckled and cooed as Carmen nipped her earlobe, “What about tentacles? You almost went full hentai, just missing those.”

“You’re such a pervert,” Carmen said and teased the girl’s nipples. Her tongue rolled traced a tendon on Rachel’s neck, coming around like a serpent entrapping its prey.

“Yes, I am,” Rachel sighed and tilted her head, gasping as bruising kisses rained down, “So, what’re you waiting for? Hurry up and use those things on me. I’m giving you full consent, and I’m not drunk.”

“I don’t know,” Carmen moved her mouth over Rachel’s cheeks toward her lips, “Let me taste just to make sure.” She devoured Rachel, tongue rushing in and sampling every square inch in its reach. The smaller muscle went to combat it, but was dominated just as fast. Hot breaths rushed from their noses. Rachel reached up, then moaned as her wrists were held tight, captive in Carmen’s power. Her legs were pushed apart by Carmen’s knee, which pressed into the crotch of her pants and rubbed at the spreading dampness.

When they separated, Rachel was flushed and left gasping for air. Carmen remained composed, her eyes alight, but she breathed evenly as she reached back for the book. Grazing its cover, a tingle spread from her fingers, down into her loins and pushed her cock against Rachel’s back. The redhead sank to her knees and turned around, hands climbing for the futa’s waistband.

“You write. I’ll start apologising,” Rachel said and pulled. A smile crept along her face as, inch by inch, Carmen’s prick was unleashed. The head snapped up and smacked her chin, foreskin peeling back as more blood flooded in. She raised it like a divine idol and licked from the base, tongue nestled deep into the nook of skin between cock and scrotum, all the way up. Carmen leaned on her desk and grabbed the book, obscuring Rachel as the redhead opened wide.

Opening the page, Carmen moaned as a dank heat enshrouded her glans. She held pencil to paper and started writing, her lust whispered sweet nothings, shaped her words, and Rachel by extension, until she was ready to write the name. In that short time, over half her dick was warmed and coated, the other half throbbed in envy. Then, as the final ‘s’ was written in Rachel’s name, the redhead lurched forward with a retch and moan. Glistening eyes met Carmen as she put the book away.

Rachel held her place. All that moved was her mouth and throat, both working over the slab of meat buried inside. Her tongue undulated along the belly, her spit overflowed down her chin, while she swallowed, gullet tightening in rhythmic undulations. Pre-cum spilled and coated her oesophagus, strings of it formed as she pulled back. She pushed her lips out, trying to keep every inch that she could and formed a lewd vacuum with her face. It came free with a wet pop and stood, hard as stone.

“It’s bigger,” Rachel said and gathered the viscous strings hanging from her lips, a mixture of pre-cum and her own spit, then shovelled the load back in. She made a big show of it, moaning at the flavours, before a gasp and shudder rocked her body.

“Oh god. What the fuck?” She crammed a hand down her pants, muscles working as she pleasured herself. A moan rumbled deep in her chest and vibrated through her mouth, into Carmen’s prick that she took back inside. The transformation had its way with her as she sucked, her body slowly morphing into what Carmen desired and, through it all, Rachel moaned, slurped and panted. She bobbed to and fro, throat opening for the cock as she crammed it into herself. Her own grew in the meantime.

“Stop,” Carmen said and pushed her away, then motioned for the bed, “I want to watch this.”

Rachel nodded and walked over. Every step launched another shard of pleasure in her body. She pulled at her clothes, became baggier on her frame until they all but slid off, except her underwear that struggled more every second. Glancing down, Rachel gasped and pulled at her training bra. She’d never needed anything more for her tiny bosom, yet now mounds were blooming where a flat plain once sat. They weighed on her and jiggled as she walked. As did her ass. So preoccupied, she didn’t notice its change until she sat down.

“Oh my god!” Rachel gasped and fell to her back, new breasts heaving as they tried rolling over the sides. She arched her lower back, thighs parting as meat packed on, and her pussy drooled like a starving beast. The clit engorged into a ping pong ball, while the skin above morphed into foreskin and filled with new veins and tubes.

Carmen stood just a foot away. She stroked her drool slathered cock to the sight, grinning as she waited for Rachel to notice the other surprise. Second after second, Rachel’s breasts swelled into a natural set of bowling balls, made even larger given her shorter body, while her ass outshone them as it bellowed out in all directions. A sack of loose skin crept over her fattened cunt, gradually filling with testicles that surpassed tennis balls and still grew. They had to match the looming shaft. It fell under its own weight and slapped Rachel’s chest.

It was excessive. Unnecessary. A behemoth that didn’t belong on her body. On Zoey, such a size made a modicum of sense given her stature, but for Rachel it might as well be a third leg. Still it grew and bumped her chin. As it passed her eye-level, she finally noticed another change. Her legs no longer draped as far off the bed.

“Stand up,” Carmen said and helped her up. The cock plummeted and slapped against Carmen’s chest, the head level to her breasts, but that changed as Rachel’s final change took hold.

“You bitch,” Rachel laughed and cradled her humongous shaft with tiny hands. At its end, Rachel was forced to tilt her head far back just to look past her girlfriend’s immense rack. Despite her new height of 4’2’’, she sported curves porn stars spent thousands on, most to disappointing results. Not under the Futa Note’s power.

Carmen sat down and hefted her tiny friend onto her lap. Plush ass cheeks swallowed her thighs and squeezed her cock, which nestled between the pert mountains. It dribbled pre-cum over them, which she rubbed in, cooing at the soft yet resilient flesh. She sank down and moved her hands to Rachel’s breasts, inspecting the book’s handiwork. Buoyant and smooth, capped by plump areolae and nipples, and so deliciously soft, Carmen sank her fingers in. She opened them wide and, as if responding to her thoughts, the cock leapt up. It was snatched between them.

“Oh! Fuck, that’s… it feels so good,” Rachel gasped and stroked the base.

“Of course it does,” Carmen said as she massaged the tits around Rachel’s cock, “At this size, your nerves are compacted. Everything that felt good normally, will feel several times better. Hold them for me. But I suppose I should’ve added some caveats.” As she spoke, Carmen lifted the balls aside and inspected the altered pussy, which had also swollen. She’d only written that Rachel’s decreased mass would go to her genitalia. At least most of it went where intended.

“So, hmm, what now?” Rachel asked, rubbing her tits all over her shaft and using the pre-cum to go faster.

“Why don’t you finish what you started? We’ll go from there,” Carmen said with a parting stroke along the plump vulva. Perhaps it was the Futa Note’s influence, but she would claim that hole long before the day was out. It wasn’t a question of if she should anymore. Rachel wanted this. She wanted it. There was no reason to refuse her urges here.

Rachel climbed off. She might’ve lost a foot of height, and her curves were exaggerated masterpieces, but otherwise her proportions were the same. She fell to her knees and opened wide for Carmen’s cock, then frowned as she struggled to fit it in.

“I can’t wait to feel your throat now,” Carmen said and, bidding farewell to rational thought, pushed Rachel down.

35

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

Chapter 34 - Let The Sex Begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carmen smiled, “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry,” Rachel slurred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Use?”

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

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

“Oh?”

“It’s nothing.”

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

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

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

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

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

36

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

Chapter 35 - The Coming Misery

Carmen pulled on her shirt, the latest in a long line of new articles that she hadn’t wanted to buy. In fact, such purchases comprised most of her wardrobe, and it seemed that she would be getting more. The hem didn’t cover her waist anymore, and her pants were tighter than they were last week, a fact her girlfriend and fashion adviser enjoyed.

“I never get tired of this,” Rachel said from the bed, eyeing every detail. She was dressed in a punk lolita style, with a pleated skirt and a thin, black jacket studded with silver. The neckline hung low over her chest, revealing ample cleavage. Every inch an unnatural product of the Futa Note, yet she loved it all the same.

“Well, I do,” Carmen groaned and chucked the shirt away, rummaging around for something that didn’t make her feel half-naked. In the past weeks, Rachel had made it point for her not to wear anything baggy.

“It’s fine. Come on, last day of summer and you’re gonna worry about this?” Rachel grabbed a random top and chucked it at her, “No one cares what you’re in, they’ll still be looking at you. And maybe me. I dunno, you have made my ass pretty huge.”

That was an understatement. Rachel’s skirt, which should reach past her knees, fluttered around midway down her thighs. At a convenient breeze, they revealed a pair of tight shorts that kept her cute dick from bulging out. They’d shred once she got hard, but for now it was fine. If she got aroused though, her shirt wouldn’t hold either. Admittedly, both enjoyed watching her rip through the cheaper clothes.

“Don’t remind me,” Carmen said and pulled on a tank top. In recent weeks, her skin had turned a splendid pale as if to spite the summer sun, no matter how revealing her clothes were. She could sunbathe for hours and remain unchanged. The shirt rode up from her chest, teasing a view of her hips and, with the right breeze, flashed the bottom of her breasts. She didn’t wear any bras, as her nipples behaved most of the time, nor did she need the support. Despite being so endowed, her back didn’t ache and they only jiggled the appropriate amount. Or that’s what Rachel claimed.

“Oh? Unsatisfied with it?” Rachel asked and sauntered over, accentuating the already salacious sway of her sides, “You could always bump it up a few inches. Or feet?”

Carmen snorted at the suggestion and pulled her in, “Don’t tempt me. You’re already struggling with doors.”

“No I don’t,” Rachel pouted and stomped out the door, not thinking to angle herself just a little. She got wedged in the frame, “Fuck.”

“Oh, did someone get stuck?”

“Just get me out, please?”

“I don’t know,” Carmen said and came over, hand cupping one cheek, trailing under the skirt to feel the bountiful flesh through the shorts, “Maybe it’s better you’re stuck like this.”

“I’d love to,” Rachel sighed, wriggling as best she could against her lover’s hand, which squeezed deep into her. It’d take a giant to cup the whole cheek properly, but that’s what made it a joy for Carmen. To feel something soft as Rachel’s ass all but oozing between her fingers, and know that the redhead enjoyed it just as much, stirred her lusts like few others could.

“But everyone’s gonna be waiting. Besides, your mom and sister are home,” Rachel said, though the slight bulge of her cock twitched at the idea. Sighing, Carmen grabbed her bag, in which she kept the Futa Note. She kept it there more often, always on her person. It soothed her somehow, though she worried over why that was. At that point, she just pushed it from her mind.

“Another day,” Carmen said and gave her ass a firm spank, pushing the redhead free. Since their first time, it was rare a day went by that they didn’t have sex, given their nature as futanari. Insatiable didn’t cover it. Any normal couple might’ve slowed down, taken a week to breathe, but they couldn’t help it. Even Carmen, for all her self-control, crumbled at Rachel’s teasing. The girl knew how to hit all her buttons.

Despite that, Carmen found time for driving lessons. Once she passed, her mother insisted on buying a car, something new and exciting. Thus, Carmen ended up with a sleek car that wasn’t the most suitable for her height, curves or when she had a throbbing hard-on because Rachel’s ass almost overflowed the seat. Carmen sighed, again changing the seat around to suit her ever growing form.

“You really can’t say no to your mom can you?” Rachel said once they were in, chuckling at how awkward Carmen was. She slouched to see properly, tits squeezed tight against her legs, which was better than getting in the way of the steering wheel.

“Melody also liked it,” the taller futa said in defence and gave up on finding the right position, “But I really do need something bigger.” She leaned forward to turn the key, breasts mashing deep into the steering wheel. Even relaxed, her chest occupied half the space between her and the dashboard.

“Oh, get a pick-up truck!”

“Why?”

“Then we can park somewhere, roll out some blankets and fuck in public.”

“Jesus,” Carmen rolled her eyes, “You’re gonna get us in trouble someday.”

“I was kidding. Mostly. It’s a hot idea,” Rachel said.

“Yeah. Gonna be a ‘no’ though. For now at least.”

They were headed for the arcade, where Zoey and the others waited. It was the last day of summer before that ridiculous year of school started, though Carmen no longer cared about the lost time. She had everything already, more than most people had or would ever possess. Friends, family, wealth, a lover and incredible figure. What else did want or even deserve?

“Oh, I forgot to mention it. I applied for college,” Rachel said on the drive.

“Really? I thought you didn’t like education.”

“Still don’t. But I figured it’s worth a shot.”

“What’s the plan then? Art?”

“Yep. What about you? I know this whole extra year thing messed your plans up, but you’ve gotta be interested in something,” Rachel said and leaned back, pronouncing her chest, “That isn’t my butt, of course.”

Carmen chuckled, “I really don’t know. Before, it was just whatever made me rich fastest, but now…”

“Ever thought about porn?”

“What?!”

“Yeah, you’d be great. Though what would your name be?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Totally am,” Rachel said, “Come on, brainstorm with me. There’s gotta be something good. Carmen Sandiego?”

“Pretty sure that’s copyrighted.”

“Maybe if you go on with me, it could be Robin’ the Cradle?”

“That’s just wrong,” Carmen chuckled and shook her head.

Rachel went on, “Hmm, something to do with being futanari. Futa Fiesta? No, that’s more Latina. Although, you could use the book to look Latina, right?”

“I’m not using it on myself,” Carmen said, though she couldn’t deny having considered it several times. The temptation was greater now, worse every day that she saw just how much larger Rachel’s cock was. Carmen had dealt with jealousy for almost a decade, envying what others had and wishing she could trade lives, but it was never so petty. It shouldn’t matter that she was smaller than Rachel, since she wrote it that way. Though the book was always changing her to resemble Ryuka.

“Although, I don’t even know if it could. Honestly, I don’t know much about what it’s capable of.”

“Hey, maybe that’s something. You could look into it, right? There’s gotta be some stuff hidden around.”

“Yeah. Oh!” Carmen’s eyes brightened. Her work ethic was something she prided herself on, that and the fact she spent years learning all she could, it might actually make sense to just keep going with that. Seikogami and the Futa Note have been around for millennia, since before time existed if Ryuka was correct. There must be evidence of that throughout time, perhaps artefacts or creations centred around them, even whole civilisations.

“I love that look,” Rachel said.

“What look?”

“That look you get when you figure something out. I love it,” Rachel said and leaned over at a red light to kiss her. They smiled against each other, eyes telling the other just what they wanted to do. But, alas, they were expected.

They arrived in time to catch Zoey ducking under the door. Rachel’s face brightened at the sight and she hopped over to her towering friend. Against the Amazon, she stood no higher than her waist, almost pushed away by Zoey’s bust. The outline of a conspicuous bulge ran down Zoey’s thigh, halfway to her knee, despite the incredible length of her legs. Unlike the others, she was known for it. A ‘trans’ athlete that also challenged for tallest human alive made it hard to hide.

“You look taller every time I see you,” Rachel said, using her hands to try gauging just how Zoey had grown. The redhead had taken on a curious habit of measurements, insistent on herself and Carmen keeping track. Thus far, Rachel’s numbers were; 24G-22-70. Looking at her was ridiculous enough, but hearing the huge change from waist to hip was oddly enticing. Carmen embodied an hourglass with 32K-26-42 with decimals aplenty.

It was embarrassing at first, though she adjusted. Then Rachel wanted to measure their cocks, which Carmen went along with, but it made her feel… inadequate to know her girlfriend - when aroused - had over a foot on her. Things smoothed out quickly enough with sex, but the thought nagged at her from time to time. It might’ve been why she turned Rachel into her personal cock for a while. Oh that was fun. Stop thinking about it, Carmen thought and focused on her company as they looked around for the others.

“Feels like it,” Zoey said, grinning down at the tiny girl, then at Carmen.

“Hey,” Carmen said, “Sorry we didn’t make the race. We got distracted.” She glanced at Rachel, who studied Zoey’s figure with rapt interest, mumbling numbers under her breath.

“No, it’s fine. I mean, I won pretty hands down. And my sister was there,” Zoey shrugged, glancing away for a second. The others were already inside, having taken a table at the small fast food restaurant built inside. A bar ran along a nearby wall, lined with soda and juice for the children running around. Carmen and Zoey looked comical as they sat down, each towering over the others.

Dakota, Ashley and Mary were sharing a plate of fries when they arrived. The blonde had grown spectacularly over the summer and showed it off well, though partly against her will, with cleavage spilling over her halter top. It pulled tight around her chest and defined her nipples. As she leaned over to get a fry, they mashed into the table and even stole looks away from Zoey.

That had been the greatest change for the Amazon. Carmen hadn’t known her for long, but she’d heard and seen enough to know Zoey didn’t care to show off, or be spotlighted, at least a couple months ago. Now, she looked relaxed as people gawked at her or blatantly snapped pictures from across the room. Alone, she drew a crowd, with the group in tow it was a miracle anyone could ignore them. Dakota might’ve helped with that.

Next to anyone there, she was average. Or as close as they got. Carmen both pitied and envied her for that, wishing she could blend in, but Dakota’s glances made clear how jealous she was of everyone. The girl had been nothing but a friend. Carmen wondered if she deserved something more as well, like the others, but always talked herself away from it. Using the book didn’t feel as taboo with Rachel, however she had her consent for that. That didn’t change how Carmen wanted to change the plain girl.

A creeping hand distracted her. She followed its path to Rachel, the minx acted nonchalant, like her fingers weren’t inches from Carmen’s groin.

“Keep it in your pants,” Carmen whispered.

“I see you two are still going strong,” Mary said, looking between the couple.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s going… good,” Carmen said, blushing when Rachel didn’t move her hand away.

“No need to be modest. What about you, Zoey? Got anyone?” Mary asked, attention on the Amazon. It might’ve been Rachel’s influence, or Carmen’s burgeoning libido, but she saw lust in the stacked futa’s eyes.

“Nothing,” Zoey said, a bit too fast, “I mean, it’s hard to find someone that’s into all of this.” She gestured to herself. Most guys and girls, or anyone in between, would salivate over her  tits, but the slab of meat on bulging through her pants might be a deal breaker.

“Don’t be silly,” Mary chuckled and pulled Dakota in, the brunette’s head contesting with her boobs for size, “Dakota’s been staring at you for weeks.”

“Mary,” Dakota whined, trying hard not to stare, but her options were limited and her will even more so.

“Besides,” Mary ignored her, “Ashley and I are always up for fun.”

The blush her offer brought on was enough to blaze through Zoey’s tan. While Mary had always been a slut, a fact she freely admitted, it was amazing for her to be so open, and for Ashley to nod in agreement as well. Although, everyone there knew about each other’s secret. Everyone’s, except Carmen’s, though she expected they had suspicions.

“I’ll think about it,” Zoey said, to which Dakota’s face sank. Carmen spent years focused on her studies, but she had also watched those around her, in case recognising body language would be useful. Even without all that time, she could read all the insecurities on Dakota’s face.

As could Rachel. The redhead gave a slight tug on her arm, pulling down to whisper in her ear, “I think she should get a little something extra, you know? Something to help her stand out.”

“Yeah, but… isn’t it wrong? I’d be doing it without her knowing.”

“That’s the beauty of it. No one else will know. Just you and me.”

“I guess you’re right,” Carmen sighed, “Can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I barely said anything.”

“Fine, I admit it. I’ve been thinking about it too,” Carmen said.

“Do you always crumble this fast? Or is it just me?” Rachel teased.

“It’s just you.” Carmen exhaled and grabbed her bag, excusing herself. In the restroom, she leaned her head against a wall and bit her lip, pants strained by her erection. Ryuka hovered nearby, cackling in a creepily erotic way. It wasn’t her fault, but what Carmen had written. She couldn’t help herself. The second lead touched paper, her subconscious took hold.

She rummaged around for an eraser, but came up empty. Then it appeared before her in Ryuka’s hand, snatching it away when she made a grab for it. The Seikogami tutted at her, seductive grin in place as she toyed with the rubber.

“Now, hear me out. This could be good for her. And you. Rachel is a wonderful futa, and you’ve been doing wonderful things with her, but others deserve that fun too. Don’t they?” Ryuka said.

“Yes, but with something not so conspicuous. I don’t want her labelled a monster.”

“Give it a chance. You can always change it later.” Ryuka tossed the eraser back and floated away, leaving just her scent and echoes of her voice behind. It took a minute for Carmen to decide, and another for her erection to settle. She’d almost considered texting Rachel about it, but stopped the thought before it could make things worse. When she came back, the others had moved to an air hockey set and Dakota’s shirt was fuller.

Rachel bounced at the sight of her, winning before she accosted Carmen in a giant hug. Her head was all but submerged in the taller futa’s breasts. It was just a cover, of course, “Come on, come on. Tell me what you did to her.”

“You’ll see. It, uh… it’s a bit more than I planned on.”

“Oh, sounds spicy.”

They watched her as time passed. Dakota acted no different, as Carmen had written it, even as her shirt rode up with her tits. The bra snapped not long after, giving up on handling the now melon-sized breasts, their underbellies swallowed up her shirt and revealed a second pair. Rachel’s eyes widened, though she said nothing.

“Hey, Dakota, you’re showing there,” Mary said, pointing to her friend’s swelling pair of tits.

“Shit! Ugh, this always happens,” Dakota muttered, freed her top and hooked it under the bottom pair. That worked for covering them up, but not to conceal her burgeoning nipples. They kept pace with her growing breasts, adamant not to be left behind.

“That is spicy,” Rachel said, to which Carmen groaned.

“It’s not over.” On cue, her girlfriend spotted the two distinct bulges in Dakota’s pants, and the curious third shape wrapped around her pert rear. The Futa Note rarely changed the immediate past, far as Carmen knew, but this time a hat appeared just to fall from Dakota’s head. There, blending in with her brunette waves, were a pair of fluffy dog ears.

“Wow,” Rachel said with a whistle. The ears reacted and Dakota looked at them, the pair turned around, suddenly engrossed with the prizes on offer, “What brought that on?”

“I don’t know,” Carmen groaned and rubbed at her eyes. She wasn’t tired, nor was she pent up - perhaps a little from the bathroom - and she hadn’t even considered giving someone animal traits before. Much less a second penis and pair of breasts. Leah was an exception, but even she didn’t have cow parts like horns or a tail. Although they might complete the look. Perhaps an udder?

“You know, she should have a third and fourth set of boobs if she’s supposed to be a dog,” Rachel said, shocking her from the reverie.

“You’re into it?” Carmen asked.

“Babe, we’ve only been dipping into my fetishes,” Rachel giggled and kissed her cheek, “Next time we’re having fun with the book, just go nuts.”

“You’re a bad influence on me, you know that?” Carmen said and pulled her in for a proper kiss.

Back with the group, Dakota’s changes had finished. She wore a cap over her ears and, when she got excited, her pants would wriggle with her tail. No one in the group was bothered by her abundance of breasts, or the bulges of twin cocks in her pants. Carmen wasn’t sure if anyone else knew about the ears and tail, but they didn’t bring it up so neither did she. At least Dakota seemed more comfortable around them, like she belonged.

Other people, however, weren’t so accepting. Kids mocked her, or asked unreasonable questions, adults thought she was obscene until they spotted Zoey, whose own cock stood out even more. Mary was quick to snap at them, faster than Carmen might’ve expected, until she noticed how she and Ashley treated the multi-breasted futa. They were in a three-way relationship, made obvious as they kissed to celebrate even the smallest victory.

“Huh, so it turned them poly?” Rachel asked.

“Seems like it. They’ve probably been together for a while,” Carmen shrugged.

“Kind of expected her and Zoey to hook up, honestly,” Rachel said, noticing that her oldest friend was the only one without a partner now.

“It’s alright if you want her to join in.”

“Hmm? What?” Rachel did a double take between her girlfriend and the Amazon, gulping as the wheels turned in her mind. A twitch in her pants made the nature of her fantasies clear.

“You love Zoey. Don’t you?” Carmen frowned, certain she’d read all the signals correctly.

“I-I mean, yeah! But, that’s… I don’t know what she’d say about it.”

“The offers there,” Carmen said and pulled her into a side-armed hug, gigging at the slight dip in her girlfriend’s height as arousal seeped in.

“To be honest, I never expected you’d say that.”

“I want you to be happy. Zoey’s part of that. It only makes sense,” Carmen explained with a shrug, not telling just how much her loins burned at the thought. Maybe someday, but for now she let such concerns drip away.

It was their last day before Saint Puella forced them back, no reason to dwell on morality or repercussions of what she did with the Futa Note. Carmen and Rachel joined forces for a shooter against Mary and Dakota, winning easily, though Rachel carried her to victory.

Zoey dominated when they played basketball. The only one capable of pressuring her was Carmen, despite never working out a day in her life, but that didn’t go far. Driving games were impossible for Zoey, her height and endowments too much for the seat. Likewise, Mary’s breasts mashed into the wheel and Dakota’s bottom row kept her legs from raising too high. They still laughed at everyone’s attempts to fit in, especially Rachel. The redhead fit well enough, though her hips overflowed the seat.

In hindsight, the arcade might not have been the best place for a group of extraordinarily sexual women. They settled back at the restaurant portion after exhausting their options. Carmen looked around, ignoring the families rushing around, at her friends and lover. In a year, once the ridiculous business at Saint Puella was taken care of, she’d take steps to a fulfilling career. Maybe with Rachel or someone else down the line, she didn’t know. But Carmen was, for possibly the first time of her life, happy.

The mood at Saint Puella the next day was as expected; frustrated. No freshmen for senior students to mess with, and those senior students were themselves trapped in the school again, while the teachers trudged along in their own misery. It was expected that they’d only be there for a little longer, now Principal Blake had laid plans to extend their underpaid positions. To make it all worse, Gretchen was still around.

Despite all that, Carmen was optimistic. She had friends to enjoy the year with, before she or they moved on, and most evenings were passed quickly with a visit to or from Rachel. Going to Rachel’s proved interesting. She never altered Leah’s entry, so the older Adams futa kept growing and growing, day by day. It didn’t help that Rachel used her to tease Carmen relentlessly.

“Oh god, here she comes,” Mary said, grimacing toward the queen bitch, whose heels echoed over the conversations throughout the halls. Not much had changed about Gretchen in the Summer. Without Ashley’s wealth, she couldn’t afford anything extravagant like more augmentations, or new designer clothes. That didn’t stop her from throwing her clout around with a platoon of sycophants desperate to get in good with the principal.

“Let’s just go,” Carmen said a second too late.

“Oh look at the freak show,” Gretchen’s sneering voice said, wrapping around their ankles like a slimy tendril, “Would’ve thought you’d be carted off by now. Or at least made it so no one else has to look at you. Ugh, especially you.” She spoke at Dakota.

“Back off,” Mary growled, and, with Ashley at her side, stepped forward. At the same time, Zoey tensed, ready to step in as well. That got Gretchen nervous, having been punched by her once before.

“See you around, Mary. By the way, maybe stop mooching off the rich, or at least spring for a better surgeon. The boob job is pretty obvious.” With that, Gretchen sauntered away and exaggerated the motion of her fake ass.

“Well,” Carmen said and shut her locker, “That was tame.”

Classes resumed with a spiel about the new curriculum. The wording emphasised how it was supposed to reflect a college environment, so students were expected to uphold higher standards or decorum, and so on. Gretchen heard none of that. She’d walked through all the years past and this was no different, her mother wouldn’t risk reputation over her child’s misdemeanours. It was more important that she find something on those freaks. Carmen, in particular.

It didn’t make sense. The bitch had always been quiet, an eyesore but one that she could ignore, then, from nowhere, she starts ‘befriending’ Gretchen’s inner circle. There had to be something else. Wait… Gretchen frowned at her reflection; why were they her inner circle? Dakota was hideous, Mary made sense until she went overboard on the enlargements, or her macromastia kicked in - whatever it was - and Zoey was muscle, despite her fucked up body. Rachel was… she made Gretchen feel tall. That explained most of them.

She groaned and rubbed at her head to ease the headache she felt coming on. They were increasingly more annoying, often getting in the way of a good time, and she didn’t know why. Not like some doctor would tell her without taking a chunk of cash, and she wouldn’t risk being some junkie because of headaches. They’d go away once she figured out what the fuck was with Carmen Robins.

“Done,” Gretchen chuckled as the locker clicked open. Staff at the school might not get paid well, but they wanted their jobs, so all records were at Gretchen’s disposal, including locker combinations that were forcibly registered to the school. It was stupid, but she wouldn’t bring it up. She rifled through Carmen’s crap until a black notebook fell out.

“Futa Note? What crap is this?” She flipped through and almost giggled at the ridiculousness, “Well, someone’s kinky. But this is just them. Weird.” Flipping through to the back, she found a list of ‘rules’, then stopped at the sight of Carmen and Rachel’s names.

“Only those whose names are written here will know what happens? Might as well,” Gretchen shrugged and found a pen in the locker, because of course a nerd like Carmen would have a spare one. She added her name. It was probably some weird fetish diary. Not like anything would come of this, other than messing with Carmen when she noticed Gretchen had written in it.

As she went to put it back, agony stabbed through her head. She collapsed mind spiralling in a torrent of information from two different lifetimes it felt like. Memories of a normal, spineless Dakota, and a meek Zoey, and Ashley with all the money anyone could want, all pierced her skull. Once the maelstrom had calmed and she could breathe, Gretchen stared at the blank page beneath her… It was real.

And it was hers.

37

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

Chapter 36 - Beneath the Slut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just get it over with,” Carmen said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get in and sit down.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was alone.

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

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

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

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

“What did you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?”

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

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

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

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

Tonight offered the perfect opportunity too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then pay attention to me.”

“Do I have to?”

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

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

“Holy shit, that chick’s hung.”

“Can’t be that big.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

38

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

Chapter 37 - The Sorority

Before leaving, Gretchen thought a change of wardrobe was in order. Not for herself; she was always hot, and she had no one to impress, unlike Carmen. Now she donned a leather and latex corset, one that hugged all her curves like paint, with a pair of underwear that left her loins open, her limp prick hung loose. All the onlookers mumbled to themselves at the sight, the guys jealous of its size, and the girls envious of who it belonged to. Gretchen took a huff from her joint and kicked Carmen forward.

Moonlight and street lamps cast their glow on the humid night. Leading an army of drunk, high and horny frat boys, Gretchen chuckled under her breath as she leered at the honour student’s ass. One cheek rose, another fell with every click of Carmen’s heels. For someone that didn’t wear them often, she took to the whorish height easily. Gretchen had spent years in quiet agony before she was comfortable.

Just another reason that she needed a lesson. It all went so smooth for Carmen, so natural, not anymore. Standing at the sorority house, Gretchen savoured the faint squeals from within, muffled by soundproofing and, she expected, gags. With their reputation, those girls must have all manner of depraved toys. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t use a guiding hand.

“That’s all their names, right?” Gretchen asked a boy. He claimed to know all the girls names and faces, as such she had him write it all in the Futa Note, turning everyone inside into freaks just like Carmen, save for their slavery. Not in the literal sense at least.

“Yeah, think so. Might be some newbies, I dunno.”

“Whatever, good enough,” Gretchen sighed and wrote her commands, though it was just one repeated for each girl; ‘They will act as I’d want them to all the time’. If it worked the way she expected, they’d do everything she wanted done to Carmen. No way to know until Carmen stepped inside. With a final spank and a parting squeeze, Gretchen sent the aggravatingly stoic Carmen into the lion’s den.

The place reeked worse than the frat house. Carmen gagged once she stepped inside, catching the attention of several people in the living room, who encroached on her. None wore anything beyond thigh-high boots attached to heels, stray lashes of leather and latex over their nipples, and straps for their dildos, brandishing them from their hips like bats. They all lacked the plastic phalli, however, replacing them with the real thing. Carmen gulped, certain Gretchen wouldn’t let her leave without penetration.

“Look who it is,” one said and licked her lips in sensual malice. The cadence of her voice irritated Carmen, despite having just heard her; an eerie echo of Gretchen’s speech.

“It’s Carmen,” another said.

“I never said my name,” Carmen said.

“Didn’t have to. We’re all here for one reason,” a third said and sauntered over, the sway of her hips a direct reminder of Gretchen’s walk, with the addition of her cock bobbing to her stride, “To teach you a lesson with our new cocks.”

“You’re under her control?” Carmen said as she was pulled and pushed forward, eyes seeking a way out. All exits were blocked by futanari, their eyes leering at her as they stroked themselves. They tugged to the centre of the living room, where a series of chains and cuffs hung from the ceiling.

“Not really. It’s like we’re part of her. But it’ll get annoying to call us all Gretchen. I’m Lacy,” one, a neon-pink headed bombshell said.

“Jen,” a brunette introduced herself.

“Cindy,” a blonde, more stereotypical than Gretchen herself, was the last one Carmen paid attention to. Even as the others introduced themselves, Carmen was manhandled, wrists taken and locked into leather cuffs that chaffed her skin. Her ankles were next, raised up in stirrups like a gynaecologist office. Someone pushed and sent her swaying.

“Hmm,” Lacy was bent over a massive box, rummaging through while her delectable ass bobbed and jiggled, “Oh, this’ll do.” From the box, she pulled a daunting cock, the shape of a horses with thick, realistic veins. It put any of the actual dicks around to shame.

Carmen shook her head. None of her holes were ready for that, all clenching at the sight of it. Even after she’d slept with Rachel day after day, she wasn’t penetrated, taking the lead every time. Maybe because it didn’t seem real with her cock, like some fantasy. Now wasn’t the time, she thought in abject fascination.

“Not yet,” Jen said and ran her fingers along Carmen’s folds, leaving her cock alone, then brandished a ring, “Just in case.” She fastened it around the bound futa’s limp prick, as it would now stay. They were going to make her fuck herself. The thought raced through Carmen’s mind, cutting like a blade. With her length, it was possible. They’d tease her with the tip and push it a bit at a time, until her own cock opened, then she’d have taken her own virginity. Better than Gretchen or any of her proxies.

“What’re you thinking about?” Cindy asked, husky and bubbly voice startling Carmen from her thoughts. The blonde pulled her fingers from Carmen’s snatch, revealing how wet they’d become, “Or are you just that much of a slut inside? It’s always the smart cunts.”

“But just in case you were thinking of Rachel,,” Lacy said and put aside the dildo, replacing it with a riding crop. No sooner was it in sight, than Carmen felt the sharp crack of it on her ass cheek. She clenched her jaw, bellowing mentally at the urge to shout. Another crack, on the other cheek, then a third on both and more to follow, each decaying Carmen’s determination a little at a time. Emotional torment was an old, familiar adversary, not physical.

But it wasn’t the pain that tore at her. Every strike was accompanied by a new finger, or a wriggle of those already inside, or a tongue on her clit, while someone slapped or slurped on her balls and breasts. Pleasure argued with agony.

“She won’t make a sound,” one of them noted, a giggle spread throughout, madness that spread like embers, “So let’s oblige. Open your mouth!”

Exactly as it was with Gretchen’s orders, Carmen’s jaw creaked open. She fought with it, demanded that her muscles obey her, screamed at herself for her incompetence. Despite it all, her lips parted and released her groans of painful ecstasy, before they were silenced. Her head was pulled back and down, eyes wide as they were faced with juicy thighs and a pair of balls heavier and denser than her own. Without even knowing who it was, a cock stuffed her mouth.

The balls covered her face from nose to forehead. Every stifled breath filled her lungs with the pungent musk of their scrotum, not even a whiff of the pussy beyond. A turgid pipe bulged from her neck, receding and driving straight into her chest. Each thrust pounded in her head, the balls clapping together and against her face, while the whip kept attacking. She hated it. She despised it. She loathed everything. She…

She was dripping wet. It shouldn’t matter that she was being fingered and licked, her body should be repulsed, bile building in her gut like the acidic chill running through her veins, and yet nothing came of it. Fingers kept pumping into her, faster the more her juices flowed. The moist sound filled her ears, above the slapping even. Her pussy slurped on the digits violating it, and her ass burned from the whip.

“She acted all high and mighty. Now look at her pussy. Fuck! It’s actually dripping,” one said.

“We know what that means.”

Carmen balked at the implication. She pulled on her restraints, hoping to close her legs to anyone that approached, but the bindings held even as her muscles strained. Thrashing at the touch of a spongy crown on her nether lips, though nothing she did made a difference. Screams in her chest, hands clawing at the cuffs, and legs rigid in anger, her pussy clung to the cock poking at it. The folds spread, still tight around whoever was pushing against her.

“Oh, fuck, you’re tight,” the penetrator grunted, then another creepy chortle filled the room, “Don’t tell me, you’re a virgin?” Carmen’s whole body clenched despite herself, causing another laugh.

“Better off just getting through it,” the girl fucking her throat said, cock pulsing at the reveal.

“Fuck that. I’m getting my new dick covered in blood. Where’s that horse cock?” Carmen tried looking around, as if seeing it would reveal the nightmare for what it was, yet her vision was engulfed in a futa’s ball sack. Sweat stung her eyes as it rubbed onto her face. Cheers erupted around her as the cock pulled from her snatch with a lurid pop.

Firm plastic replaced the fleshy crown at her entrance. It covered her sex from top to bottom, too large to possibly fit inside her, yet they pushed anyway. Across her body, muscles clenched in denial, yet held in place by the Futa Note’s power. Without it, she would’ve gladly ripped through her own limbs to get away.

“Oh fuck, look at that! It’s actually going in. Pretty stretchy for a virgin.”

Carmen wanted to bite down on the cock in her throat. Make them stop. All she could do was retch at their commentary, as she felt her insides stretch around an inhuman dildo, walls strained by its girth. The head carved a path to her hymen, but didn’t stop there. It twisted around, using her unwanted lubrication against her, then spiralled forward. Carmen screamed around the cock pounding at her throat, tears and spit rolling down her face.

“Did she just cum from that? Oh my god, what a fucking slut!”

She did. Carmen clenched her fists tighter until her knuckles felt like they’d pop, hoping the pain might detract from everything, but it was washed away. They used the futa at her head as a brace, ramming the horse-dildo harder and deeper, slamming into her cervix. This was all wrong.

Every sensation conflicted with expectation. The thrusts battered against the barrier to her womb, while her ass stung, red welts no doubt lining its surface, pleasure forced its way ahead. Even the balls that pounded her head, their smell snuffing out all others, and the cock that choked her of air, fuelled that pleasure. All the ‘Gretchens’ around her laughed.

Faceless hands grabbed and slapped at her. Teeth sank into her nipples, then sucked hard, bruising the skin and leaving her more sensitive with every bite. The whip cracked one last time, those hands claimed her ass afterwards, their claws dived into her flesh and crept to her tightest hole - the only one not yet violated. A fact that changed an instant later, as different fingers pulled the muscles open. More giggles at her high-pitched moan.

That’s what Gretchen lived for; reactions. Every bite, twist and insult were for her response, something she could deny. Carmen relaxed, mentally grinding her teeth against every sensation that threatened her discipline. Her hands went slack, her holes loosened and every sound she made was silenced. Without the cock in her mouth, she’d be smirking as all the laughter turned to perplexed frustration.

“What’s wrong? Given up already?” One of them asked and Carmen almost snorted; why ask questions she couldn’t answer? The Gretchen fucking her face didn’t pull out either, stubbornly thrusting without end. No matter how tame her gag reflex, Carmen couldn’t swallow, her saliva displaced by the relentless dick. She just shut her eyes against the testicles and spit rolling down her face.

“Did she die?” The prick retreated from her lips, ropes of spittle between them that snapped and coated Carmen’s nose. She blew it away and sucked in heavy breaths. Beyond that, however, she gave no clue as to how they affected her. Down to her very atoms, she detested Gretchen, but sex and pleasure superseded that. Part of her missed the cock in her mouth already.

“Think she needs a harsher lesson,” one said and her pussy was vacated, the fingers yanked from her ass, and she was released. Carmen shambled as they pulled her along, surrounded on all sides by the sorority, now taken over by Gretchen. If she had no qualms using the books for something so petty, horror awaited if she kept it. Nothing would stop her from using it on a far greater scale. Carmen just needed to get it back.

In her own mind, Carmen didn’t pay attention to where they were going until the door slammed shut behind her. A cellar, its walls caked in filth and rich with the reek of sex. The floor was covered in gym mats, similarly soaked in sex. On a wall, three women hung by their wrists, suspended just enough that their toes reached the floor, but if they relaxed the chains would pull on their arms. One set was free, a pair of futanari fiddling with the chains. The other walls displayed all manner of perverted toys, from simple beads to grotesque vibrators in all manner of sordid forms.

“It’s no fun like this,” a Gretchen said, chaining Carmen up without a word from the futa. She glanced at the others, all gagged, some with large rings through their noses like a bull. Their tits were pierced too, one with weights attached, another chained, the third had hooks pulling the teats open. In a corner, Carmen spotted unmarked bottles and syringes. Cindy walked with her gaze and came back with what had to be drugs.

“We’ll fix it with these. Or maybe Gretchen has something planned?” Cindy mused.

“Doesn’t matter. Use them anyway.”

“Which one, which one, which one,” the drug carrier hummed to herself. Carmen pulled on her chains, raising her legs off the ground, but the cuffs bit into her wrists. Trying the same with those around her ankles yielded the same result. She couldn’t even relax either limb without pain. From now until Gretchen said otherwise, she was helpless. A cruel chill raced down her spine, so cold it kept her from shuddering. Yet a heat chased after it.

“Use that one first.”

“Oh, yeah. Good point. Let’s see you act all brave after this.” The needle pierced Carmen’s breast, tearing a whining gasp from her lips, before an icy fluid was pushed into her. After that, they all stepped back and leered in anticipation. As seconds passed, hope flitted by that it was just a placebo, meant to scare her, then the effects stabbed through her. Carmen moaned as juices trickled down her legs.

Her penis attempted erection, but the ring kept it flaccid. Arousal rampaged through her limbs, from her shoulder to her fingers, turning them into hubs of decadence. She was glad her legs were spread by her restraints, afraid what rubbing her pussy would do. One of the Gretchens realised that fear with a simple touch, lighter than a feather, yet Carmen cried out in release. Pussy juice sprayed from her folds, viscous and heavy with the stench of her defeat.

Cocks approached with hands outreached. They prodded her thighs, grabbed her tits, forced her to moan like a whore, and she craved it. Without pleasure, her body was submerged in acid and crushed beneath a landslide, only relieved by every filthy touch of a cock or their hands. Carmen clenched her jaw tight, quivering from the effort not to cum again. The cellar wasn’t hot, yet sweat cut along her flesh in rivers.

At some point, they shoved her balls aside. All their cocks were the same size, fourteen inches just like hers, however the one that pushed into seemed larger than the first.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tightly,” the Gretchen penetrating her said. Of course it felt bigger, Carmen thought and focused on her pussy, prying the muscles apart. Drugged or not, they wouldn’t get their satisfaction from her, “Wait, she’s loosened up. Good girl.” With that condescending compliment, the Gretchen inside set to a brutal pace.

She was forced to thrust up, only burying half her cock, but the balls were flung against Carmen’s ass. Every thrust renewed Carmen’s pleasure. Her walls tried closing around it, to feel every square inch as it pounded her, but she kept them at bay, in spite of what they’d done to her. Threw a drug-fuelled haze and wreath of hair, she noticed everyone’s expressions souring and grinned. One held her phone up, likely recording the action. Sad to say, Carmen wasn’t much of a performer.

She opened her mouth to taunt them, but the words turned to a rumbling moan. A familiar sensation washed over her, stronger than the drug, and worsened by the constant fucking. Carmen’s hold collapsed, her pussy clenching around the invader and feeling every slight ridge, every vein and the futa’s heartbeat. She stared down at herself, partly watching the thrusting shaft, but the sight of growth above her own cock demanded more attention.

“Looks like you pissed her off.”

Did Gretchen change her entry? Did she even know if that would work? How? Ryuka and Rachel were the only others who knew, but they wouldn’t say a thing. No, Ryuka would, so long as it entertained her.

That didn’t change that Carmen now possessed a second, identical prick. One that shot its load seconds later as her pussy sloshed and squelched from the cock ramming past her folds. Ropes of viscous cream splashed onto her and the futa in front, shooting at random. Despite cumming, she remained hard, her snatch wetter and louder than ever. Her juices were worked to a lurid froth, the scent clogged her nostrils and numbed her brain.

“Don’t let her enjoy it too much.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Another cold ring clasped around Carmen’s new cock and shut off even her pre-cum. The prick inside her paused, the futa’s hips circled around, angling their member to further stretch Carmen, and distract her from the sudden jab into her own erection. Unlike the first, she felt nothing even as the seconds tumbled away. Hope didn’t appear that time, chased off by her supernatural arousal.

“Bet you’re wondering what that was? Well, better to just show you.” As they spoke, the controlled girl ran her fingers up the turgid shaft, tracing the dense veins that pulsed in indignation, then teased at its tip, poking at the slit with her nail. Carmen’s eyes bulged, she writhed in the chains, gasped and moaned as her pussy squeezed around the cock, all to escape the finger as it pushed into her prick.

It spread her cum-pipe, the nail grazing her urethra and shocking her into choked yelps. The futa’s other hand grabbed her cock, holding it steady, while their counterpart resumed her thrusts. Carmen’s vision dimmed, focused on the finger that sank to the second knuckle, writhing inside and stretching her in ways she never should be. Others grew restless just watching and their hands joined the fray. Light gleamed off a wicked needle.

Carmen shook her head as it neared her nipples, one on each side of her. Not a word of warning, or even to mock her, and they pierced her, hooking the nipples with weights. She lurched in agony, briefly distracting herself with the pain in her joints, but the pull on her tits wouldn’t be ignored. Those same hands that pierced her slapped at her breasts, the weights swung and chinked against each other.

“Maybe that’s a little mean,” one of the Gretchen’s said, “I know…” A collar clicked shut around Carmen’s neck, with a chain attached at the front. It latched onto the weights around her nipples, allowing her to relieve that discomfort so long as her head was raised. Then they increased the burden, straining her neck. The moment she gave it a seconds rest, it felt like her nipples would be torn off.

“Anyone got a pen?” They wrote on her skin, she had no idea what, but their giggles raised the hairs on her neck. The sensation was almost lost against the now buried finger inside her cock, which vied for attention with her nipples, and still her pussy drooled. She tried keeping silent, but all her willpower had evaporated.

“Ugh, can’t do anything with her mouth up there.”

“Bet she’s super flexible.”

“Oh, I like your thinking.”

Carmen’s dick and snatch were freed. Her blood ran cold at the whine she made, each hole clenching at the loss, which sparked more laughter. Beside, the other chained up girls moaned their envy, glaring as her arms were freed and turned around, then they grinned as she was bent over backwards so her face was level with the other’s hips. The Gretchens seemingly noticed the other slaves for the first time.

“Well, she can’t take all of us at once,” one of them shrugged and went over to the trio. A couple joined her to Carmen’s relief, though several more remained, all hard. Someone’s cock slapped her across the face, hard enough to sting, then shoved it against her nostrils, hand over her mouth until she inhaled the acrid musk. Once she gagged on it, they slammed the prick into her mouth and angled it away from her body. Carmen’s throat bulged, her back ached already and her jaw creaked.

“You know, much as I like her in pain, this’ll just get annoying.” That was a familiar voice. Carmen’s eyes darted for the stairs, on which stood an idol to plastic surgery in the nude. The cock in her mouth withdrew and every backed away, like a cult meeting their deity, save for the one that unlocked Carmen’s ankles and let her fall to the gym mats, still wet from earlier uses. Gretchen rolled her over and sneered.

Gratitude almost left Carmen’s lips. ‘Thanks’, for what? Any moment now, Gretchen would abuse her further, perhaps with the candles she saw on some shelves, or with more piercings, or just with her hands.

“It’s okay,” Gretchen said at the baleful tremor that passed through Carmen’s body, her voice saccharin as she stood over the prone futa’s head and spread her cheeks, “Just let it all out into my ass.” With that, Gretchen squatted down and planted her pucker over Carmen’s lips. She gagged as her tongue ventured inside, however it wouldn’t be removed, regardless of how sour the taste.

“They really did a number on you,” Gretchen moaned, grinding her hips down harder. She fiddled with the weighted piercings on Carmen’s nipples, chuckled at how she groaned, and fondled the reddened breasts. Moving down, she raked her nails over the futa’s belly, leaving irritated lines toward the cocks, “I can’t believe writing your name again did this. If you weren’t a freak before, you are now. But that’s perfect. You owe me some DP.”

Carmen gulped down fresh air, though Gretchen’s ass lingered on her tongue. The ring around her limp cock was removed and, to her dismay, it rushed to mimic the other until both stood vertical from her body, held aloft by unwanted desire. Her sight was stolen by another set of cheeks, smaller than Gretchen’s, but she felt those soon enough alongside her overused folds. While she expected the sloppy lips as they clung to and slipped down her shaft, but the tightness on her other prick shocked her.

“Start fucking,” Gretchen grunted. Even she must struggle with two fourteen-inch cocks, Carmen thought and took the opportunity for payback. All her energy surged to her lower-half, heart racing through her dicks as she slammed them into the holes above. It worked and Gretchen groaned, stammering an order, though Carmen refused to let her complete it. That was how she’d win! Gretchen hadn’t made it so she could think the command, only speak them. That being the case, all Carmen needed was to gag her somehow.

She’d plan it later, when the odds were in her favour. A couple took her hands and wrapped them around their cocks, forcing her to stroke, while others picked her up to squirm underneath her. A dick rubbed against her pussy, gathering her juices, before it dipped back. With her mouth suffocated by ass, her words only pleasured the one above, while that cock slipped between her cheeks and pushed on her virgin anus. Another prick filled her cunt not a second after.

Those unable to use her holes sated themselves with other parts. Two forced her legs to bend, shoving their cocks into gap between thigh and calf, while a third straddled her belly and used her tender breasts. Each thrust up her ass brought her hips to Gretchen’s cheeks, and her pussy clenched around the other. The cock head stretched her bowels, driving deeper until it pressed on her prostate. Carmen jerked and writhed as she screamed in a whore’s orgasm.

It all blended together from there. Rare instances of change broke the haze; Gretchen’s thralls changing position, cumming on or in Carmen, dousing her pale skin in their hot seed. In those flashes, Carmen noticed her hair matted down, a mixture of pussy juice, semen and sweat all dirtying her body. Mercifully, she missed the majority of their orgasms. Those she didn’t, however, tore at her nerves and sent her spiralling her own. None of them used protection as they shot load after load up her ass and pussy.

Relentless, Gretchen rode her throughout it all. The queen bitch squirted across Carmen’s torso and neck, her face spared by the asses constantly planted on it. If her tongue stilled for a second too long, someone would pull on her nipples, forcing her to kiss and lick at various assholes. When she wasn’t, cocks replaced their asses, driving straight down her gullet, plugging all her holes airtight. Her lower holes oozed and squelched from the semen dumped inside.

Despite cumming several times, Carmen hadn’t released a drop of seed. Gretchen must’ve ordered her not to partway through, a fact she couldn’t retain as her snatch made up for her denied cocks. Her womb felt tight, her insides clogged with jizz, the pressure forcing its way into her stomach. The ass on her face stood up and was replaced by their dick, but it didn’t plunge like the others. Instead, it unloaded into her mouth.

“Savour it,” Gretchen panted from above, leering over her now. The others were losing steam, slinking off to recover or changing over to the chained girls. Her order was simple. Each drop of cum was denser than yoghurt, forcing her to chew if she wanted to swallow, and it stuck to her teeth like gum. Under Gretchen’s gaze, she rolled it around her mouth, submerging her tongue and causing streaks to ooze down her cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Gretchen said and charged in. Their lips and tongues met, though Carmen was still, even as Gretchen made out with her, taking cum into her own mouth. She didn’t pay attention to Carmen’s motionless state, and moved onto her neck, pecking at her with small, almost tender kisses, like she wasn’t all but raping her at that moment. Then her lips were at Carmen’s ear.

“Go ahead and cum now.”

Instantly, all the denied orgasms surged through Carmen’s shafts. Her stretched out urethra unleashed a flood of semen into Gretchen’s cunt, the spared prick did the same at a slower rate but with greater force. Clumps of the stuff drooled from the bitch’s holes, even as Carmen pumped them fuller. Under the brunt of that pressure and sudden release, her eyes rolled in her head and the world plunged into darkness.

A sensation like needles jabbing into her skin over and over roused Carmen back to consciousness. She tried lifting her body, any of her limbs, and found them restrained. Even so, her strength was lost. The needles were at her stomach, moving too precisely, as if drawing or writing something. A tattoo, she thought in dismay.

“That’s good,” Gretchen said and her phone clicked, taking a picture, “Take a look.” Carmen strained and focused on the screen presented to her, on it was her stomach, cleaned up, but reddened from the fresh tattoo; ‘Gretchen’s Slut’ written in bold lettering. She swiped across, revealing more across Carmen’s thighs and above her ass, each offering her orifices for anyone to use. How long was she out?

“Don’t worry about driving. Jen here offered to drive you home,” Gretchen said and snapped her fingers, others swooped in, untied and picked Carmen up. She managed to glimpse the time as she was dumped in her car; 3AM. Gretchen was quiet for the drive. The only noise beside the engine and radio were the plastic wrapped around Carmen’s body as they rubbed against her.

“Feel free to hide those around your family. Even I’m not sick enough to expose a kid to this stuff. But everywhere else, you’ll show them off, got it? Especially for tomorrow.” Gretchen said as she left the car.

“Tomorrow?” Carmen asked and regretted it, if only for the bone-tingling smile she received.

“It’ll be your first day of work. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

At home, the sorority girl followed Carmen into the house, “What’re you doing?”

“Spending the night. No buses and everyone else is half-dead,” she said.

“But what if…”

“It’ll be fine. Just say I’m your girlfriend or something. I’ll be gone in the morning anyway.”

“Gretchen’s my girlfriend,” Carmen snarled, then her stomach sank into a cold abyss. She rushed into the bathroom and locked it, hugging herself tight. Why did she say that? She didn’t mean it. That wasn’t right. Gretchen was… she was her master. No! She was a bitch! A cold, heartless, curvy, blonde… That commanded Carmen… that made all her choices…

Her cocks roused inside her pants even as her pulse thumped in her ears. It was the book; it made her think that way. She needed to get it back. She needed someone to help her. Rachel, she thought and her erections dulled. Tears overflowed unnoticed.

39

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

Chapter 38 - The Beginning...

“Carmen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Long as you’re happy.”

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

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

“What’re you doing?” Gretchen asked.

Carmen snatched her hand back, “Nothing.”

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah, just ask her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But all in the same hole, perhaps not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carmen? Finally, we meet again.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What does it matter?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carmen?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay. We can…”

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

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

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

“No.”

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

“You didn’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Get her off me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you want?

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

What do you want?

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

What do you want?

She needed…

Not need. Want…

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

What else?

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

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

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

That’s my girl…

40

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

Chapter 39 - Back to Normal?

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Gretchen asked, watching Carmen’s blank face. Did she finally break or something? It couldn’t be. After everything else, it was this that broke her? Bullshit. But that seemed the case, as Carmen didn’t answer her, like she was oblivious, then she blinked and focused on Gretchen. A rapid, biting cold poured through her veins.

The look wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sad, confused, disgusted, scared or… anything. Carmen’s red eyes were blank, yet dark and murky, like coagulated blood. Their gaze approached, forcing Gretchen to step back. What the fuck was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be scared. Carmen had to obey, and she didn’t look to be planning anything.

“Stay away,” Gretchen said through chittering teeth. No response, not even a stumble. Something about those eyes comprised of crimson oblivion crushed her chest. Just their stare felt like it would pull her under.

Carmen finally spoke, unblinking gaze still locked to Gretchen, “You’re a waste of humanity.” Like her visage, her words lacked any emotion, yet they cut deeper. It wasn’t an opinion anymore. People always had those, they didn’t matter so long as Gretchen’s own survived, however those words rang true. They weren’t thoughts, but fact, spoken with such flat resonance they plummeted into Gretchen’s mind and left a crater. She opened her mouth to respond, though nothing came out.

“The silicone in your breasts? Wasted. The makeup you use? Pointless. Every sperm you’ve swallowed could’ve birthed someone more useful. The air you breathe is oxygen taken from others. Even the bacteria you kill when washing your hands lived better lives than you. You, Gretchen Blake, are below worthless.”

She was upon her now. Gretchen clutched the Futa Note to her chest, like a Catholic school girl clinging to the cross, as if its presence would stop the Amazonian futa. It didn’t. Eyes moving with the fist, Gretchen saw it blur, then a dull, permeating pain in her jaw. The book thumped to the ground as she fell on her ass. Another stab of agony came from her side and she was kicked across the floor, people gasping and rushing aside, none made any effort to help her. Fuckers, all of them. When she could focus, she saw walls of students leading her gaze back to Carmen, who held the book. No, she thought.

“Don’t!” Gretchen screamed. or tried to. Molten pain went through her face. She clutched at her jaw, which made it worse, but couldn’t help it. Writhing in place, barely seeing through the pangs of misery, Carmen produced a pencil capped with an eraser. Even ravaged by agony, Gretchen knew she needed to go, and pray Carmen got preoccupied with something else. She crawled away, whimpering at the slightest shift in her jaw and side.

Carmen didn’t waste a second. She was focused, more so than ever, like her goal and its path were illuminated against a void. The pencil in her pocket wasn’t a coincidence; she’d been carrying it with her in the vain hope something would get the book back. She went straight to where Gretchen had written Rachel’s name, fixing it, though the added cock would remain. The others could wait, since Gretchen no longer had power over Carmen. She sprinted away before even Zoey could react. She’d fix them once she knew Rachel was safe.

“Carmen.” Rachel said. She was naked, halfway to the school gate, where clueless pedestrians had gathered to gawk at the redheaded futa. Carmen powered over to her, scooping the girl up into her arms and headed to the library. The renovations weren’t finished, leaving the shelves and furniture covered in tarps. It was silent but for their breaths; Rachel’s quick and Carmen’s even.

“Thank you.” Rachel buried her head into her shoulder, a sob broke free, “I remember what she ordered me to do. I was gonna do it too… oh fuck… Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“I’m here,” Carmen said and stroked the crimson locks. Shouldn’t she be just as emotional? They’d narrowly avoided disaster after all, and she had Rachel back. Gretchen wasn’t a threat anymore. Everything could go back to normal.

Carmen blinked, “You’re safe.” Her voice was monotone. “She won’t hurt us again.” Still monotone.

“Are you okay?” Rachel asked, wiping at her eyes. A clean hand cupped Carmen’s cheek, warmth pouring off it, but the heat didn’t penetrate deep. Just a surface layer. That didn’t make sense. She’d only felt despondent toward Rachel because of Gretchen’s orders, but they couldn’t still be in effect. Not saying anything, Carmen checked for her entries, but found them all the same ‘Grows a default cock’. No additions. Nothing.

Then why didn’t she feel anything? Sure, Rachel’s body was soft and warm against hers, breasts especially, yet Carmen was emotionally numb. She was glad, wasn’t she? Happy? Even when she’d attacked Gretchen, she didn’t recall feeling anything.

“I think so?” Carmen forced a questioning tone and had a flash of confusion, but it was gone an instant later, “I don’t know. Let me fix this first.”

“Okay,” Rachel nodded and sat beside her, leaning on the far taller girl, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Carmen said, but her girlfriend just frowned at her. Wasn’t that what she was supposed to say?

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

A stagnant silence fell as Carmen went through the book. Gretchen hadn’t written any new names, just hers and Rachel’s, while adding onto Zoey, Mary’s and the others so they were infatuated with her. An easy fix. Looking through, however, there were no other entries for Carmen, nothing that would explain what was happening to her. She could worry over it later. Rachel still needed clothes.

She called Mary, who arrived not long after with Rachel’s discarded clothes in hand. The others came with her. Too many weeks had gone by since they were together in one room. Carmen looked around, noting the more obvious changes; Mary’s breasts had grown, Zoey had let her hair grow out past her shoulders, Dakota appeared more comfortable with her body, though Ashley was absent. Oh no, Carmen thought. She must need to be emptied.

“I’ve gotta go,” Carmen said to Rachel, “Ashley needs me.”

“Okay. Call me later?”

“I will.”

Everyone watched her go in silence. No one asked about what happened with Gretchen, or why Carmen hadn’t reacted much to seeing them again in so long, which she thanked them for. Part of her dreaded trying to explain herself when she couldn’t fathom it either. She’d work it out later, but Ashley must be immobile and halfway insane by then.

Carmen tried her cell phone to no answer. Unsurprising, she thought and got into her car. School was in session, but classes really didn’t matter anymore; dozens had already been missed. She drove to Ashley’s home, a much smaller and welcoming abode than the original mansion. The futa’s parents invited her in.

“We thought you’d never come,” the father said.

“Sorry, there were… difficulties,” Carmen explained and started for the stairs.

“She mentioned that. But it’s never been this bad. We were just about to call the hospital. Are you sure she’ll be fine?” Ashley’s mother asked.

“It’s okay. I can help her,” Carmen said and went upstairs. The scent of semen hung thick in the air, despite the door between her and Ashley. She didn’t knock, just pushed through a dense knee-deep layer of dick cream, so thick and condensed that it barely escaped into the hallway. While she didn’t think anything of it, her body reacted. Three erections shoved against her clothes, all desperate to point her toward the pile of cumming breast-flesh.

“I should just fuck you,” Carmen said to the insensate mass and waded through the muck, which forced the door closed. It submerged the heels and stockings that Gretchen had forced her into. Her cocks agreed with her words, slipping from her thong and pushing her undersized skirt up.

“Fuck?” Ashley gurgled, then her nipples exploded in a volley of semen, just the act of speaking pushing her into an orgasm. How she’d settled down, if only for a moment, was amazing, but now she was trapped in a loop.

She was sexy and more than willing at that point. Anything Carmen did would be welcome, even cramming all three of her dicks inside, no matter which holes took them, Ashley would just cum and ask for more if her brain recovered enough. Carmen moved onto the bed, eyes fixated on the feet peeking out from beneath the now titanic cum tanks. She shook her head. Was this right? No, she was with Rachel, and Ashley had both Mary and Dakota. It was cheating.

The musk permeated her sinuses. Carmen tried avoiding it by breathing through her mouth, but the pungent air hung thick on her tongue, with another flavour cowering beneath it; pussy, which compelled her hands to action. She pushed on Ashley’s breasts, forcing them up and aside, until the girls legs were free. Orgasm shook the gigantic spheres and Ashley’s ‘normal’ cock unleashed its load.

Pushing those bloated testicles up, Carmen spied her friend’s pussy. It was red and swollen, probably rubbed raw in the early days leading to her immobilisation, with thick creamy ropes of fem-cum hanging between her thighs. She grinned at the sight. Lust poured off Ashley and into her, permeating her senses. This was her doing, the creation of something so obscenely lewd. Though she came from Carmen’s touch, Ashley hadn’t shrunk at all. It’d take a lot more.

Just helping a friend and getting compensation, that’s all, Carmen thought. Rachel would understand. The others would be jealous they weren’t in Ashley’s position, although it’d be simple to remedy that. A week-long orgy to celebrate would suffice.

“What the hell am I thinking?” Carmen asked, though her friend couldn’t respond beyond a moan. Even her voice betrayed her desires. Her cocks twitched, leering over Ashley’s crotch. It had been over a month since she fucked of her own will, and never with all three cocks. She deserved this after Gretchen. What was the point in prolonging it? She was talking herself out of any reason not to and that’s how it would continue. A cycle that had one outcome.

She spread Ashley’s legs wider and draped those heavy balls on a thigh. The path clear, Carmen wrapped a hand around her three shafts, bundling and guiding them to the simpering cunt. A guttural moan slipped at the heat of those lips. She licked at them with her phalli, a layer of juices coated their tips, before she angled her hips and pushed. Both sang out in pleasure as Carmen sank inside.

“Oh fuck, it feels so fucking good.” Carmen planted her hands on her friend’s hips, fingers sinking deep into her plush body, and pulled herself deeper. Her trio of dicks spread Ashley’s depths, scraping against the walls, inch after inch sank inside until a barrier stopped her. The cervix. Carmen hissed in shock as she pulled back, the pussy clung to her like a latex glove, canal following her exit until she crammed them back in. Ashley’s voice failed her in that moment.

The only noises she made were sharp, broken gasps as her dick-nipples added to the slop. It rose higher by the minute, even creeping onto the bed. Carmen didn’t know how she’d clean up the mess, nor did she care. Those concerns distracted from pleasure. She built a slow rhythm first, moaning at Ashley’s carnal grip, then upped the tempo as juices flowed quicker.

Cum flowed onto the bed. A layer soon covered the mattress, which squelched under her motions, sloshing the sea of titty-jizz. Carmen grabbed her friend’s main cock and stroked, adding another layer to Ashley’s ecstasy and a thicker stream of cum, it also resulted in a tighter grip from her cunt. The added pressure urged her to thrust harder, faster, and angle her thrusts to rub against the futa’s clit and balls. Her already perpetual climax renewed with greater force.

“Cum for me, Ashley,” Carmen commanded, “Feel more, shoot more, drown this fucking room in your cum.” A tingle and shudder coursed through her fingers, but she ignored it, focusing instead on ramping up her pace. The cervix gave a little more each thrust. Carmen’s three pricks bombarded it, stretching the passage unlike either Mary or Dakota could. Almost a foot of each was inside, but it was the few inches stuck outside that demanded satisfaction. She reared her hips back and angled down, using gravity to aid her.

Let me in, Carmen thought and grunted on her next thrust. Ashley’s voice returned, if only for an unbroken shriek of abject bliss, that turned to gargled moans as her cum rose higher. The fact it was inches over the bed didn’t concern Carmen, whose own orgasm neared. She noticed Ashley’s nipples lower into view and latched onto them, using the cocks as handholds to pull the futa on and off her pricks. Cum flew everywhere.

The skimpy top Carmen wore was doused in the stuff. Her black hair had white globs stuck to it, as did her skin. A rope flung across her face, which she licked at on impulse. Such a rich, heavy flavour. The semen she was forced to drink before just didn’t compare. Ashley’s face at last came into view as her cum-tanks diminished. Her eyes were rolled back, mouth slack and tongue hanging out.

“Let me, fucking, in,” Carmen said and yanked on Ashley’s dicks, while she slammed her hips forward. That did it. The cervix caved in, gaping wide for not one, not two, but three separate dicks like a proper cock-whore. It closed tight around them as she forced every inch, a combined forty-two inches of length, past those plump lips, stretched thin by her girths. She beamed at the sensation, like a void had been filled.

“Keep cumming, Ashley. Cum from my dicks in your womb. Let every drop out. Or are you waiting for something? Like my cum, right? You want to finish together?” Carmen taunted, tempo rising yet her voice came through clear as ever.

“Yes!” Ashley cried, her sensitivity declining enough for some cognition.

“Then fucking do it! I’m about to cum inside you, so you better explode,” Carmen said.

“Hmm! Yeah-yeah-yeah! Yeah! YEAH! FUCK!” Ashley convulsed as semen exploded from her tits and crotch, even her pussy squirted. Unlike a usual squirter, hers wasn’t watered down . It splattered across Carmen’s crotch and waist, even blasting away the jizz that stuck there.

“Hmm, so fucking good. I’ll cum… I’m gonna cum in your womb, Ashley.”

“Give it to me…” Ashley whimpered between aftershocks of ecstasy.

Carmen wrapped her arms around Ashley’s lush ass, lifting her up and pinning their groins together. Her balls clenched up, cocks distended, then a triple wave of semen unleashed into the relieved futa’s uterus. A fresh orgasm rocked Ashley, who wrapped her body around Carmen, both still cumming as they embraced.

Standing up once her last drops were spent, Carmen was waist deep in cum. The bottom layers were still thick, more of a tar, where the fresh, while denser than most, were more fluid. Ashley floated over her bed, covered head to toe in semen. She’d passed out after Carmen pulled out, pussy gaping and leaking a comparatively meagre flow. No reason to stay any longer.

“Is she okay?” Ashley’s mother asked not longer after Carmen stepped downstairs. The father was rummaging through a closet, a mountain of cleaning material already at his feet.

“She’ll be fine, just sleeping right now,” Carmen said and went for the door.

“Wait! Shouldn’t you, uh, have a shower first?”

Carmen paused and looked down at herself; she was still drenched in ejaculate. While it didn’t feel wrong, just the opposite, she’d likely be arrested if she went out in public.

“Thanks, I will.”

The Futa Note really was amazing. Far as Ashley’s parents were concerned, this arrangement was normal. Ashley would sometimes get backed up, at which point Carmen arrived to save the day, even the fact her room was flooded in semen didn’t faze them. Feeling the hot water flow across her freed body, following the contours of her curves and cocks, was almost cleansing, like washing off Gretchen’s presence. Her clothes would take too long, so she borrowed some of Ashley’s spares.

They were tight on her body, but covered enough to avoid public indecency. She should buy some new clothes, something that better concealed her erotic figure, or showed it off in a smarter way. The problem was she needed money, and her mother had frozen her account. She could talk her into removing it, but that could take days. Better to get it done soon.

Ashley’s parents were busy cleaning the room, so Carmen left unnoticed. She stopped in the foyer, noticing a bulbous wallet and almost took it, before thinking better. They’d suspect her before anyone else. She left and drove to the mall, hoping a stroke of inspiration or luck would strike. While strolling through, she noticed a man leaving an ATM, counting several bills and not looking around. She changed course and bumped into him hard enough for the notes to fall.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to,” Carmen apologised, hoping she sounded the part.

“Watch where you’re… go-going,” he said, crouching down to pick up his money, but stopping when he came face to boob with Carmen’s cleavage.

“Let me,” Carmen bent over, making sure her tits engulfed his world. His eyes were fixated on them, tracking every slight jiggle, and not on the hundred-dollar bills Carmen pocketed, “Are you alright?” She smiled, flashing her teeth with a slight tilt of her head. It was a trick she’d witnessed Gretchen use time and again, without fail. And hers was no different, or perhaps better. After all, she didn’t resemble a slut at a glance.

“Uh, yes! Yes, I’m fine, thank you.” With that, she was on her way, several hundred in pocket and the man non the wiser. Would it have worked with a woman? From the female glances her way, she expected it would have. Good to know.

Why was that good? Carmen paused inside a clothes store, brow gently creasing. She’d just committed a crime of her own volition, not pushed into it by Gretchen or the Futa Note’s power. But she wasn’t caught, so that was good. That wasn’t the point, however, she’d stolen it. Of course, the guy hadn’t been paying attention and should’ve cared for his money better. It was done. She probably wouldn’t see him again anyway. Better to use what she had, rather than fret over the past.

Something was wrong. She forced herself to think about what it could be and why, yet her thoughts inevitably shrugged it off, like Carmen was anxious over nothing. If only she could see inside her psyche, maybe then she’d understand just what had changed. The best she could imagine was a wall, cordoning off her usual morals and emotions. How did that make sense? Nothing had changed.

Beside getting the book back. It couldn’t be trauma. Gretchen had put her through a lot, but stuff like that shouldn’t leave such a mark. Right? Carmen didn’t pay attention to the ‘how’ of people’s thoughts, just the ‘what’. Even so, she was stronger than anything Gretchen did. She’d proven that by overcoming the Futa Note itself, there was no chance it left a mark so ludicrous. It was just a transition back to normalcy. She clung to the idea like a security blanket.

In the meantime, her body scoured clothes on autopilot. What it chose were tastefully revealing, tight in all the right places without presenting her as a slut. She blinked at her reflection, where she wore some of the new clothes. They were nice, simple colours juxtaposed with each other to highlight her chest and rear. The shorts she’d picked out were tight, yet the bulge didn’t mar her visage. It enhanced her. Completed her.

“Why does this feel so natural?” Carmen asked her image, watching its hand tuck a lock of hair behind an ear, bangs framing her dull red eyes. A terse grin brightened her features, “I look like a Seikogami… Ryuka! She’ll know something.” But the goddess was nowhere to be seen. She’d vanished right after Gretchen stole the book, though she’d turn up soon now it was back where it belonged.

Carmen bought everything she’d picked out. They weren’t extravagant, but for a single dress, which had a gorgeous marriage of sex appeal and class. She didn’t expect to need it for any events, although it might surprise Rachel. And it certainly made her breasts pop.

Back home, her mother was out and Melody was at school to her relief. She wasn’t sure how to face them at that moment, after doing everything in her power to avoid the two the past few weeks, especially while confused about her own mind. The house, while still unusual despite the months since moving in, had a peculiar feel. Like she was seeing it behind a screen.

But she could touch everything. It was just her head being strange again. Once she calmed down, things would return to normal. Then she’d bring Rachel over, pin her to the bed and watch her shrink in anticipation, their many cocks grinding together as pre-cum smeared across their bodies, before she angled them just right to push all three inside her tiny lover’s pussy and ass. In the meantime, they could suck Rachel’s two cocks together. Maybe tit fuck them? No, both. Then they’d keep fucking in a shower of jizz.

Between sex, Carmen would adjust the Futa Note. What would Rachel like? They hadn’t tried the ‘human condom’ yet, or dildo. Maybe she should buy some toys. Or turn others into them. Use Gretchen as a double-ended dildo going up their asses while they made out and came all over each other. With just a few adjustments, she could turn Rachel’s whole body elastic, capable of handling any penetration. Such as a Seikogami-sized cock. Or three.

“What am I doing?” Carmen gasped at a constant dripping noise. Looking down, she found her cocks and tits in the open, a hand on each, stroking and groping respectively. Tiny puddles of pre-cum had formed on the floor. She was still downstairs. Anyone could look in through the living room window and see her. It’d be more comfortable in her bed, she thought.

Was that really the only reason she went upstairs? The fact people could’ve seen her, recorded her and put it all over the internet, didn’t bother her. Her cocks throbbed. Not in the way it should, she amended.

“Be honest, did you miss me?” A familiar, husky voice said as Carmen opened her door. There, reclining on her bed, head propped up by a hand and inhumanly lush tits on blatant display, was Ryuka. The Seikogami cocked a brow at Carmen’s unkempt state, “Wow, you really did?”

“This is something else,” Carmen said and moved to her laptop. Without thinking, she was on the internet, diving into the depraved world of pornography for the first time. A hand went to her cocks, switching every few pumps.

“Internet porn? Really? I’m right here.”

“You can leave if you want.” It occurred to Carmen that she’d never do this. The embarrassment of jerking off in front of someone, beside Rachel, was absent however. She didn’t even glance at Ryuka, devouring the video before her; two girls using oversized strap-ons.

“I meant I can give you a hand. Or mouth,” Ryuka said, draping herself over Carmen’s back. Her hands slid down to handle the human’s other two pricks.

Carmen had made a firm rule against that. It was dangerous to let her guard down around Ryuka, given her constant pestering for sex. Did that really matter anymore? She was horny and Ryuka, a sex deity, was willing to help. There was no point in remaining stubborn. Not to mention she remembered that mouth was divine. Even her hands were deliciously soft.

“Okay,” Carmen relented and put the device aside, video still playing, “Show me what you’ve got.”

Ryuka smirked and licked her lips as she floated around to the front. Three identical cocks twitched before her eyes, all eager as the other to get inside, and she was happy to accommodate. She ran her tongue across them, slurping pre-cum on her way, before wrapping her lips around one and sliding down to the base in one smooth motion. She, then, sucked on it as she pulled back to move onto a sibling.

After a few repetitions, Carmen was unimpressed. The sensations were pleasant, but she preferred Ashley’s pussy thus far, and they failed to meet the expectations Ryuka had cultivated.

“So much for being a Seikogami,” Carmen teased, “For a god of sex, you still haven’t made me cum.”

“It’s only been thirty seconds. Have some patience,” Ryuka chuckled, diving onto the middle cock, while the other two rubbed at her face, smearing her cheeks in spit and pre.

“I need to talk to you, so just make it quick, please.”

“Okay, I’ll show you what my kind are capable of.” The Seikogami opened wide and engulfed all three, eyes glowing with an eerie lust. She slid to the base, lips tight around the trio, then she grinned.

Carmen passed out. She must have, as she couldn’t remember what happened after her last sentence, memories only flashes of bliss that defied human understanding. Her cocks, though flaccid, throbbed and her balls ached in satisfaction. Looking around, she spotted Ryuka chewing something with a depraved grin, cupping her cheeks like she ate the greatest meal ever. She parted her lips, revealing a mouthful of chunky seed. Carmen’s semen.

“Satisfied?” Ryuka’s voice flowed through her mind.

“Yes,” Carmen giggled. She was happy. As she thought, it was just a matter of calming down for her mental state to normalise. Nothing to worry about. It took several gulps for Ryuka to empty her mouth, which she relished. The throbbing in Carmen’s pricks had faded, and the ache was already gone, replaced by a soft churning, like her testicles were readying themselves for more, despite cumming just moments ago.

“It’s to be expected. You have three cocks after all, your libido will be similar,” Ryuka said and came to lay beside her.

“Where were you?” Carmen asked, assuming venom would naturally flow into her voice. Ryuka had abandoned her it seemed, allowing Gretchen to do what she willed with the book, and then she turned up and acted like nothing happened. By rights, Carmen should be angry, furious even. She wasn’t. So her head wasn’t back to normal.

“Hiding. I am bound to the Futa Note and I’ve seen that Gretchen in action. Even I have standards.”

“Understandable.”

“You’re surprisingly calm about it. I thought you’d be mad that I vanished without a word.”

“I… I should be. What you said makes sense, but I should feel something about it. You can see in my head, right? Tell me what’s there.”

“It’s not as detailed as you think. I just get some thoughts. Although, even those are calm. Except that lust. It’s just begging for another opportunity to shine.”

“I’m not aroused,” Carmen said.

“No,” Ryuka agreed, “But it’s there. In fact, I’d say your thoughts are more like a Seikogami’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“Most Seikogami are pure creatures of lust. It’s all we think about. If we consider anything else, it’s as a means to get more pleasure,” Ryuka explained and draped an arm over the human’s chest, “How did you get the book back? I took a peek here and there and it looked like Gretchen was in complete control.”

“I don’t know,” Carmen admitted and grabbed the Futa Note, flipping to the page with her names written three times, though any additions had vanished. “I heard this voice, then I was free. These didn’t use to be blank.”

Ryuka took it from her and did the same, crimson eyes gleaming in curiosity, “I wonder…” She flipped to the back, lips rising as her gaze widened, “This is extraordinary.”

“What is it?”

The deity just pointed at the rules, scrolling down to the bottom where a new number had appeared. It read; Carmen Robins is slave to nothing and sole owner of this Futa Note, it cannot be used against her without explicit permission. The first line was vague, yet explicit. ‘Nothing’ could apply to anything. Was that why she didn’t care about stealing, or walking outside covered in cum?

“There’s never been a sole owner. It’s usually more of a concept. Whoever holds it is the owner, but never a ‘true owner’. Are you listening?”

“I am slave to nothing,” Carmen said, monotone, “That includes emotions, doesn’t it?” She looked to Ryuka, wondering what the Seikogami saw in her eyes as she stared back, “I’m not human anymore, am I? I cheated on Rachel and I feel nothing. I stole someone’s money and I feel nothing. Even the things Gretchen did to me and others, they don’t mean anything now. I only punched her because that’s what I wanted to do.”

Ryuka was silent, so Carmen continued, “Even now. I should be confused, afraid, angry at the book for this, right? But it’s just… blank. I know I should probably cry. Gretchen can’t do anything more to me or Rachel, or the others. That’s a good thing. But… but…”

She trailed into silence as her head was pulled into the softest cushions she’d felt. They were huge, soft, conforming to her head as arms embraced her and fingers ran through her hair. Ryuka was hugging her?

“You’re still you, Carmen. Those emotions are still there,” Ryuka said.

“I don’t feel them.”

“Not right now. Humans are slaves to their emotions, even the most disciplined of your kind. What you are, Carmen, is in control. Slave to nothing doesn’t mean you don’t feel anything, they’re just waiting to be called.”

“That doesn’t make sense. Humans feel things as they happen, I shouldn’t have to make myself feel them.”

“That’s your reality now. The rules cannot be overwritten. You just need to practice controlling your emotions,” Ryuka cooed, as if Carmen needed soothing, when the emotion was buried away. Then she just needed to dig it out. What one should she be feeling? Sadness? Frustration?

Frustration. She wrapped her arms around Ryuka, finger clutching at her hair while an ethereal weight pushed on her chest. A sob wracked a path from her lips and moisture sprung from her eyes.

“Why can’t things just be normal?” Carmen growled into Ryuka’s breast, “I was happy, then Gretchen fucked it up, and now this. I couldn’t even tell my girlfriend I love her and mean it. I cheated on her. That’s the only thing I feel normally now; desire. It’s ridiculous. It’s fucking insane. And why me?”

Ryuka said nothing. She just held the girl, so small against her body, and stroked her hair, nodding to her words. She let go as Carmen pushed back, wet eyes staring down into crimson irises, then blinked as she kissed her. On instinct, Ryuka’s lips parted and their tongues met. A shudder ran through the Seikogami.

She pushed her away, “Carmen…”

“I’m like you now, right? Lust is all that’s natural for me, so I might as well act like it. You’ve been bugging me about this for ages. Now you finally get what you want,” Carmen said and reached between their bodies, feeling the impossibly huge cock Ryuka possessed. It twitched against her hand, veins pulsing to life and shaming her fingers in size.

“This isn’t what you want,” Ryuka said and guided Carmen’s hand away, bringing the other to wipe at her eyes, “You haven’t slept much, have you? Get some rest and we’ll figure it out from there.”

Carmen bit her lip, but nodded and sank back into the softest embrace she’d known. All the things she went through took a toll, and soon her eyes were shut, breaths evening out, and thoughts calm. She nuzzled deeper into Ryuka’s breasts.

Ryuka leaned down and kissed the human’s forehead. She inhaled Carmen’s scent, laced with a desire riper than any humans before. Refusing her might’ve been the hardest thing Ryuka did, but it wasn’t right. Much as she wanted it, such was her nature, Carmen needed time. She grinned down at the futa.

“I love you,” Ryuka said, softer than a breeze. Could her kind feel love as humans defined it? History said ‘no’, however she lacked a better term. Perhaps it was just desire for something she was denied for so long. She shook her head, pushing any concern from her mind, and held Carmen firmer. Whatever the feeling, she cared for this human. That was enough.

41

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

Chapter 40 - Feeling at the Bottom of a Glass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carmen?”

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

“Are you okay?” Ryuka asked.

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

“And that’s okay…”

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

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

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

I thought I helped you.

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

Didn’t I help?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to see some ID.”

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

“Sorry, but no card, no entry.”

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

“There you are!”

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

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

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

“Carmen!”

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

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

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

“None of the above.”

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

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

“Self-esteem?”

“No.”

“Suicidal?”

“No.”

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

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

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

“Not your first time drinking?” Wendy chuckled.

“Not that. I mean I feel no emotion.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I... don’t know what you mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your friend works here?” Carmen asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you a therapist?” Carmen asked.

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

“You also work here.”

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” Carmen said with a long sip.

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

“No,” Wendy chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Told you so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she planned on enjoying every second of it. Her cocks twitched inside their prison, but they wouldn’t be trapped much longer. She wondered how they’d fit in a normal girl. They pushed against Rey’s chest, throbbing harder, as if going for her tits. Regardless of whether it worked, she wanted to try.

“What is that?” Rey asked, suddenly withdrawing. Her eyes went down, breaths speeding up as they did, and widened. She leaned away and pushed against Carmen, who frowned at her. Why stop when she instigated it? Carmen had told her about the Futa Note and the dicks it gave her. No reason for them to stop because of those. If anything, it should tempt her more. They were like strap-ons with a pulse.

“I told you about them,” Carmen said and tried closing the gap, but Rey kept a firm hold on her shoulder.

“I... I-I can’t do this. Not with those,” Rey shook her head and stood, heading away. She didn’t glance back. Did she really find penises that grotesque? When she was gone, Carmen just stared. For a second, she looked for what emotion to feel at that time, but they were crowding. Anger at being denied, then disgust at herself for her body, then fear at the urge to go after Rey and force her. She sat back down and gestured for the bartender to pour her another glass. Who or how she’d pay for it never crossed her mind.

It was already emptied when Wendy sat with her. The burn in her veins was stronger now, an insistent throbbing in her head was there too, like a voice telling her to cut loose and… and what? Carmen didn’t know what she wanted. Except another drink, which soon came her way.

“I should’ve noticed sooner,” Wendy said, “You hide your, uh, penis really well. So, what’re you? Trans? Shemale?”

“Futanari,” Carmen said, giving her a side-long grin as she circled her refilled glass, “I have both. Well, a three to one ratio, but they’re both around.”

“You’re kidding,” Wendy chuckled, then cast her eye at the now conspicuous bulges in Carmen’s pants, “I’ve never slept with a trans person before.”

“I told you, I’m not trans. Thanks to a magic book, I’ve got three dicks, a vagina, and an inability to emote properly.”

“Okay, maybe you’ve drunk too much.”

“Hold on,” Carmen said and unzipped her bag. She rummaged around, before finding the rough texture of the Futa Note and pulled it out, “See?” As she plopped it on the counter, deep, confused lines furrowed her brow. She remembered leaving it behind. Had Ryuka snuck it into her bag? Maybe, but that didn’t seem like the case. The throbbing in her head was stronger now, taking on a beat as she held the book. It was where it should be; in her hand.

Pushing the thoughts aside, a simple task with the alcohol thrumming throughout her body, she opened it to her three separate entries, “See?”

“I see it. Doesn’t prove anything.”

A chance to kill two birds presented itself. Carmen smirked at the older woman and pulled a pencil from her bag. It didn’t matter how the book was there, whether Ryuka snuck it in or the Futa Note somehow manifested inside her bag, only that she had everything necessary. Even the perfect name. She looked to the back door, from which Rey stepped out. Not even glancing her way. Carmen wrote her entry under Wendy’s perplexed gaze.

She was just taking Rey’s advice. Maybe it wouldn’t be fun for Rey at first, but it would be for Carmen. Besides, all the other women she’d transformed enjoyed themselves after a time. She glanced around the room, then at Wendy. Why should Rey be alone?

42

Re: Futa Note (Re-Write) - by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 41 - Descend Into Pleasure

Rey had everything needed. Her usually bare shoulders and arms were protected in a warm parka, she’d changed into a pair of jeans, with a bag slung over her back and phone in hand. Not a dozen steps out from backstage, she froze and nearly dropped her phone, catching it by the edge. Then her legs gave out.

“What’s going on?” Wendy asked, looking to Carmen while others stared at Rey in concern, the stripper’s hands clenching at her crotch.

“I wasn’t lying,” Carmen said and sipped her drink, the burn now welcome as she grinned over the rim, knowing full well the changes Rey experienced as they watched. There was no denying her fortitude as she stood, gritting her teeth against the doubtless pleasure surging through her. A bulge appeared in her jeans, enlarging second by second until it couldn’t be ignored. Her eyes turned down and widened, then darted around. No one else paid enough attention to notice, allowing her to head toward a restroom. But that couldn’t be allowed. There wasn’t enough proof for Wendy.

“Rey, come over here!” Carmen called.

She licked her lips and folded her legs, thighs squeezing around her cocks. Before the night was over, they’d be satisfied, all thanks to Rey, and Wendy if she was willing. Although she could be made to want it. Rey froze, then made a beeline for them, cock still growing down her pants, so thick it truly resembled a third leg. The veins alone jutted out in perverse lanes as the denim pulled taut.

“Oh my god,” Wendy said, eyes following her friend’s crotch the entire time.

“How’s it feel?” Carmen asked.

“You did this?” Rey hissed, hunching over to conceal her new endowment. Doing so, however, stretched her already strained jeans against her ass, which let the cock rip a hole. Her thong proved its durability, as it snagged into the slit and stretched with it.

“Sit on my lap.” Carmen ordered and Rey did so, eyes widening every centimetre that she moved. Her dick jerked, widening the hole, snapping her tiny underwear and betraying her arousal, as did the gentle hitch in her breathing. She twisted to face Carmen, but instantly lowered her gaze to the futa’s cleavage. Conflict raged in her features, a war between supernatural lust and demure confusion.

Delicate fingers unzipped the stripper’s coat, releasing her implant stretched top. Carmen didn’t waste a second and planted her hands on them, cooing at their rigid shape, nipples jutting against her palms like eager pricks. Part of her almost wished she’d made her like Ashley, but that could wait. The night was young and long. Another step up in her breaths urged Carmen to tug her top to one side, letting loose one giant tit. She leaned in and whispered into Rey’s ear.

“How does it feel?”

“I hate it,” Rey said, tilting away, but exposed her neck to Carmen’s lips.

“Do you really? Turn around and face me properly,” Carmen said, cupping the new futa’s hips and her generous ass. The naked breast tempted her, but she ignored it for now, instead lifting Rey’s face to hers and kissed her. Despite her restraint, Rey reciprocated, even moaned into the kiss as her hands tried pushing against Carmen’s shoulders.

“What have you done to me?” Rey asked in a lull. Her cock mashed against Carmen’s stomach, thick as a log, and demanded attention.

“Nothing much.” Carmen reached down, still groping one tit, and traced the gawking slit at Rey’s crown. It was large enough for multiple fingers. She leered down at her, then turned her around. Gasps rang throughout, more as she forced Rey’s jeans down and her dick bounced free, slapping her thigh with a deep, meaty sound. Rey squirmed at their looks, while Carmen grinned and picked it up, one finger poised at the entrance. She teased it with her nail for a second, then plunged in.

Several people gasped again, one even shouted, though none exceeded Rey’s shriek. Not of pain, she’d made sure of it, but of sudden ecstasy, just not an orgasm. Carmen wriggled her finger around, filling the room with the stripper’s moans, all eyes firmly on her.

“Want me to stop?”

“No...” Rey whispered, barely audible to Carmen, but it wasn’t clear what she meant by it.

“Louder. Tell them if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t,” Rey said, however not loud enough. A second finger was added, sparking another, fiercer scream. Anyone would think she was already cumming, something that wouldn’t happen until Carmen said otherwise.

“Louder!”

“Finger my cock!” Rey shouted, then clapped a hand over her mouth, realising what she’d said. Her words echoed, the music having died before Carmen inserted the first finger, then zippers reverberated. Shivers rippled along Rey’s frozen torso, while her hips pumped in time with Carmen’s fingers. Her cocks throbbed against her ass. Just a little longer, she thought.

“I think that’s enough,” Wendy said, gripping Carmen’s shoulder. Not removing her fingers from Rey, whose cock gushed pre-cum, she turned on the woman that claimed she wanted to sleep with her and rolled her eyes. Of course she’d be jealous. Everyone must be.

Carmen cast her gaze to the onlookers. Even the current pole dancer had stopped their performance, the lights having turned on Rey’s lewd form. She ground her cunt into the bulges of Carmen’s pricks, trailing dampness in its wake, and whimpered hesitant moans for more. It really wasn’t fair to keep this to herself. The others deserved something more, a real show, instead of tits they couldn’t touch or such plain women. Wendy seemed perfect for such a role.

Still fingering Rey’s urethra, Carmen reached back and went to scribble Wendy’s name, but didn’t have her surname. She chuckled at her lack of foresight.

“Tell me her full name,” Carmen whispered into her submissive futa’s ear.

“Wendy Winston,” Rey gasped, bucking harder as a third finger was added in appreciation. The name was added, placed atop an entry Carmen prepared earlier. Forty seconds later, spent by Wendy frowning at the pair in uncertainty, the older woman folded in two. Her change was a partial experiment. The transformations seemed to work in stages, adding certain effects over time, and she needed to know if the entry’s structure affected it.

She grinned when it seemed to do just that. Without a word, Wendy pulled all her clothes off save for her heels. Though not as endowed as Rey’s implants, her breasts were natural and sat high on her chest. This was before the cock grew in, as Carmen had put that second. Far as Wendy was concerned, she was now a massive exhibitionist. Her thighs spread to reveal her shifting crotch and sopping cunt folds.

Clit erect, it vanished underneath her growing cock and balls. A deep, angry purple head formed when the shaft was just a few inches, extending further under everyone’s stares. Rey’s moans ramped up in response and pre-cum spewed past Carmen’s fingers, slipping down the trunk-like shaft. Unbidden, Rey stroked it with both hands, failing miserably to meet around its girth, using Wendy’s growth to fuel her desire. The blonde’s scrotum stole the show as they bloated into basketballs and beyond.

“Shouldn’t you be on stage?” Carmen asked.

“Yes,” Wendy said, moaning while her heels clicked toward the pole. She pushed the forgotten stripper aside, instead mashing her shaft against the metal, urging it to grow. Once graceful moves were made languid and sensual by her balls, which approached watermelons in size. Like any good dancer, however, she incorporated the challenge. Most eyes left Rey to focus on her, which spurred the next change to life.

For a strip club, there were several women in the audience. They were joined by the dancers backstage, called out by the other one, each gawking and blushing. Rey was no different, whining in pleasure as Wendy made her and the others wetter, the men hardening and renewing their strokes. Just as planned, the dancer’s breasts swallowed up more room on her torso.

Her moves obscured the growth, though Carmen’s eyes caught it all. She must’ve been a D cup, but as she moved, they crawled through the alphabet, nipples joining the fray and extending into obscene headlights. There was no ignoring that sight, unless something more tempting awaited her.

Carmen hooked her fingers into her pants and ripped them open. Heat met them an instant later, welcomed by a startled gasp. One flopped up toward her chest, then fell to rest between Rey’s pert ass, its sisters nestled tight against her pussy and balls. She brought a hand down to find that dank heat, coating her fingers with juices in seconds. Bringing them back up, she had Rey look as she licked them clean.

“Please…” Rey said, biting her lip when Carmen’s shafts throbbed against her folds.

“Please what? I don’t know what you want,” Carmen said, reaching back down to grope her ass, grinding its cheeks against her lone cock. Subtle moves from the stripper worked with her.

“I-I…”

“Tell me you don’t want me,” Carmen breathed into her ear, stopping all her movements, including the fingers wedged deep into Rey’s cock, “If you say it now, I promise I’ll stop.” It was true. Much as her cocks rioted against such a notion, being so close to their desire, she wouldn’t force someone.

“You can just tell me to say ‘yes’,” Rey groaned, “This isn’t any different to what that Gretchen girl did to you.”

Carmen shoved her pinkie and thumb into the stripper, opening and closing her fist, “This is nothing like that, every moment was torture for me, I couldn’t leave no matter what I tried, but you have that option. I didn’t make you my slave, just submissive. Every move you make, is your own. And try telling me this doesn’t feel good.” She relaxed as she spoke, gently sliding her fingers along the slimy walls inside the cock.

Rey shuddered, fem-cum dripping onto the cocks below, while her bulbous shaft slobbered over Carmen’s hand.

“I don’t know why you freaked out about me,” Carmen said, wrapping her arm around the stripper’s sleek waist, gently kissing her neck. Tingles danced across her skin wherever they touched, “But I can help you push past it. I can make you feel more pleasure than ever, better than all the women you’ve fucked all your life.”

“Not buying it,” Rey said, too quickly. With a sigh, Carmen extracted her hand, lifted her up and onto the counter, before diving under her heavy balls. They’d swollen majestically since developing, just as she’d planned, however she was focused on one goal; the stripper’s pussy. Already soaked, she didn’t waste time and clamped her lips over it.

On cue, Rey cried out and pushed on her head, trying to make her go deeper. Carmen’s tongue fluttered along the opening, then darted inside, deft muscles twisting and turning around to hit every node of pleasure in reach. She inhaled deeply, all but drinking the brunette’s musk, and ground her nose into the clit. The nub better resembled an acorn that jerked against her. Carmen brought her fingers around and spread Rey’s cheeks, fingers teasing her hole. At the lack of denial, she pushed one, then two past the puckered ring.

“Oh fuck, how am I not cumming?” Rey asked, thrusting against the taller futa’s face, balls churning and bloating .

“Because I haven’t told you to,” Carmen said, retreating after everything below her eyes was coated in the stripper’s lust. She palmed the balls, now greater than Wendy’s own cum factories, and rose up until their faces were centimetres apart, “Those orgasms you want? They’ll keep building and building until I say otherwise. Just imagine when they release.”

Rey kissed her then. Not the teasing one that all but started this, but a mewling, tongue and spit filled mash up of their lips, her voracious desire tamed a second later as Carmen reigned supreme. She picked her back up, placing the stripper on her lap again, two cocks between Rey’s thighs, where her massive balls swayed, and one hugged by her ass cheeks. Between sideways tongue-sucking, she ground against the phalli.

“You have to ask for it,” Carmen said, nudging the cunt with her tips, before sliding away.

“I can’t…”

“Think of what it’ll feel like.”

“No…” Despite her word, Rey pushed harder against Carmen.

“Imagine how good it’ll be when I finally let you cum.”

“Please…”

“I could even write someone else’s name for you. Then you could fuck them too.”

“Just fuck me already!” Rey cried out, this time not covering her mouth even as people briefly turned away from Wendy, the stripper’s ass huge enough to smother someone’s face, which, in fact, it was. One of the other dancers had broken forward to bury their head in it. Others watched her balls, steadily encroaching on the ground as the men all jerked off to her. Wendy’s cock extended well beyond arm’s length, flopping and slinging pre-cum all over.

Like a shroud fell over her, Carmen focused on Rey and pushed her up. The stripper guided her cocks herself, stacking the lower two against her pussy, while the other ground against her anus. Under the Futa Note’s power, her holes spread like whorish mouths around her, clinging to every shaft like latex. Both sighed into the other’s mouth, like a huge weight was removed as Rey sat on a combined length of forty-two inches of cock.

Anal wasn’t new to Carmen, having taken Rachel’s rear multiple times, but Rey’s offered a new experience. Unlike her redheaded lover’s, hers offered more room, yet was no less tight, as she pushed through the passage and nudged a small bump. All the strength left Rey’s body and she collapsed against Carmen, holes palpitating around her. They relaxed a second later, though not a drop of cum left her.

A slap on Rey’s ass made them clench once more. The flesh jiggled to Carmen’s delight, which she renewed with a second and third spank, each causing Rey to squeeze. Planting her hands deep into the stripper’s succulent hips, Carmen lifted her, holes dragging with her cocks, then let go. The walls rubbed against her shafts, the two in Rey’s pussy throbbed against each other, inciting the other, and crushed them as she lifted her again. Each time she let go, Carmen smacked her hands back into place and raised her.

“Having fun?” Carmen grunted into her ear.

“Yes,” Rey slurred.

At her affirmation, Carmen stood up and braced the stripper against the bar stool. After a few experimental spanks, testing the seats integrity and leaving Rey’s ass a lustful crimson, she reared back and lunged forward. Rey cried out and bucked against her, log-like cock raining pre on the floor. The bartender looked at them, her expression between lust and shock, eyes fixed on Carmen, who removed her shirt to let her own tits out.

Each thrust made Rey’s implants bounce. The naked one scraped its nipple against the counter top. Her ass rippled at every impact, renewed before the jiggling even slowed. Their balls clapped together, pain and ecstasy mingling. Carmen reached over and dug her fingers deep into the bared tit, forcing more cum to gather inside Rey’s sack. It filled quicker with every slap of their bodies, now resting on the ground and stretching around Carmen.

Carmen noticed the bartender fingering herself, “Which of us turns you on more?”

“What?” The woman’s eyes didn’t leave Carmen’s breasts, tracking her nipples even as they bounced passionately. That was answer enough.

“Come here,” Carmen pulled her over the counter so she stood before her, “What’s your name?”

“Gale Adams.”

“Hand me that book,” Carmen pointed to the Futa Note and pen. A trill of energy urged her hips to smash into Rey when it returned to her possession. She rested it on Rey’s sweaty back, slowing down as she wrote. It was clear Gale wanted to feel her up, eyes unable to choose between breasts, ass or balls, but Carmen wanted to mess with Rey. Simple solution.

In the forty seconds to Gale’s transformation, Rey’s balls were large enough to comfortably sit on.

“What the fuck?!” Gale yelped, watching as her arms doubled twice, giving her eight total. The added six spawned little suckers with lips attached, while her cock grew into a miniature python, several feet long and fully articulate. Carmen pulled her in for a kiss, leaving the new futa breathless.

“Now you can touch me all over. But,” Carmen said, stopping the arms and grabbed the prehensile cock, “This has to go inside her dick.”

Gale didn’t question her. Lust demanded that she do whatever it took to satisfy herself, if that meant sounding a freakishly thick penis with her own, then so be it. Both stripper and bartender screamed at the penetration, the latter cumming on the spot as she pushed through Rey’s urethra and into her balls, which swelled faster as a foreign load was added. Just as promised, she wrapped all her arms around Carmen, fingers caressing her while the mouths kissed and licked wherever they could. Two went to Carmen’s pussy and ass, penetrating them.

Mouths on her nipples spurred Carmen to renew her thrusts in ardent tempo. Her orgasm built faster from the new sensations, using the primal movements to fuck her ass and pussy on Gale’s hands, while her own cocks pounded and stretched Rey. The floor was a sloppy mess of all three’s juices.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Wendy announced from the stage, followed by cheers from others in the same position.

“Fuck, me too,” Carmen grunted and slowed down. She dragged herself from Rey’s holes, only to slam back in, the clap of her hips on ass cheeks punctuating the chorus of moans behind them. As her pleasure reached its apex, she plopped down on Rey’s boulders and held her tight. Gale did the same, cock going wild as it came yet again.

Cum bloated her shafts. They gave Rey a final stretch, before inundating her depths in semen.Twin flows drowned her womb, inflating it as her cocks refused to be moved from her cervix, while a single river streamed along her innards. Carmen bit down into the stripper’s neck, pussy joining the flow and dousing her legs. She jerked against Rey, stealing a final burst of pleasure, before slipping out.

Gale moved in and wrapped her prime mouth around Rey’s asshole. The flow from her gaped cunt was too great. Carmen, meanwhile, turned and beheld what she’d wrought with just a few names written. Lines of cum were strewn about the scene, men and women coupling as they enjoyed the afterglow. Not a single person was left wanting, having cum the second Wendy, who sat centre stage amidst a pile of her co-workers, did so. And she was magnificent.

Two girls were draped across her breasts, their size on par with couch cushions. Others were leaning against her ass, its size far outstripping the upper curves, while a giant cock laid atop three more girls, bolstered by massive balls that almost matched Rey. She was the only one that hadn’t cum yet.

Such a gorgeous sight was created from three names added. Carmen picked up the Futa Note from Rey’s back, the stripper panting in delirium, yet she was denied her ultimate bliss. A deep thumping sound resonated inside Carmen’s head, each beat switching her attention between the book and the unchanged patrons around her. That orgasm was just one, yet she could have so many more and share them with dozens of others.

What had Rey told her? That self-pitying conversation seemed ancient, buried under far more pleasant thoughts, such as what she ought to do next. The words were something like; ‘You need to have fun. No consequences. No strings attached.’ Had there been more? No guilt? No stopping? Or something similar at least. She might’ve added those.

But why would she feel guilty? Why stop? She didn’t want it to end, her cocks were still erect, pussy aching for better penetration, and nobody should either. Already, Wendy was making out with some girls, stoking their lusts as they all but worshipped her exuberant form.

“Rey, tell me the names of everyone here. Then I’ll let you cum.” Carmen said. The stripper groaned and lifted her head, entire seconds passing before she understood what that meant, and grinned.

“You’re really going to do this to everyone else?”

“No,” Carmen said and licked her lips, idly stroking a cock, “I’m gonna do much more.”

Was it the alcohol or just her unfettered lust taking over? Carmen sat on a stool, rocking a foot to and fro into Rey’s cock hole, writing in sprawling cursive whatever absurdities came to mind. Once, she cared about keeping it neat, now just keeping her letters between the lines was a triumph, body fuming with impatience. Wendy’s one futa orgy continued behind her.

Soon it would be futanari only. Rey laid her head beside her, sometimes reading what she wrote and whining in need, waiting for the words that would release her balls. Her scrotum had reached its limit, crushing any expectation, while Gale lavished it and Carmen’s ass in her affections. Though more vanilla than most of her experiences, having a tongue in her ass was a strange, but pleasant experience. And kept her cocks throbbing no matter what depravity she wrote down.

Once several pages were filled out, Carmen hopped down and walked over to Wendy. The blonde stripper parted with a friend, who just went to work on her beach ball tit, and stared for a second, then looked past her at Rey’s trapped body and Gale’s multiple limbs. A smile broke out, eyes glazed over.

“What’s next? “ Wendy asked, then moaned as a cock was pushed into her cheek. She swallowed the head and suckled, gazing up at the high school futa like she was the only person in the room.

“You’ll see,” Carmen said and began prescribing names to each transformation. Not long after, moans resumed and blanketed all other sounds. Clothes ripped, people screamed, then were stifled by others’ lips, and she stood at its centre. The lights turned on Carmen as she stepped atop Wendy’s titanic bust, overseeing the changes.

Two girls, twins by their looks and names, were embracing at the time. Shock argued against lust as their bodies merged, cocks sprouting from their crotches, which united within the ultimate birthing hips. In under a minute, they’d become conjoined twins with two cocks and breasts from each. Beside them, another couple had joined into one being, though it was a take on a centaur, with a second torso extending from the main futa’s rump, its own tits and cock in tact.

A group of four, once a bachelor party, had become a foursome with their tentacled groom, turned bride-to-be at its centre. Tendrils capped by cock glans plunged into all their holes, even as everyone’s nipples deformed into pussies. Dicks weren’t spared either, urethral tubes bulging in every direction with tentacles writhing toward their basketball testes.

Among the strippers, seven in total, theirs were similar changes as Wendy’s. Tits the size of couches, asses made to be stages all their own, and cocks stretching half a dozen feet away. None were that simple, of course. Carmen jerked two of her dicks as one’s pussy engorged, at first plump like it was pumped up, then bigger until it overflowed both her hands, and larger still. Conversely, one’s asshole fattened and pushed her cheeks apart, parting in invitation.

Two strippers shrank down to no more than three feet tall, yet their sizes remained the same. Small ears and tails poked out on their bodies, resembling ferrets. Another girl fell back and rubbed at the nipples spawning up and down her torso, two columns with five each, which turned to cocks and lifted on head-sized breasts. Someone crawled over, their own torso spawning nipple-cunts to match.

Scenes of that nature continued throughout. Pussies prolapsed and became tubes for eggs, mouths turned to pussies, more tentacles, new arms, more cocks, more tits. Several freaked out and attempted to hide, but the Futa Note’s power - Carmen’s power - always won out. There was just one thing missing.

She stepped down from her plateau and grabbed the stripper with the largest pussy, then went back to Rey.

“Ready to cum?” Carmen asked.

“Yes!”

“Where?”

“Doesn’t matter! Just let me cum! Please!”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Carmen said and lifted the hyper endowed stripper, who gawked at the girth of Rey’s cock. As per the brunette’s entry, Carmen walking away from her caused more growth, thickening her already grotesquely broad dick. It better resembled an oak tree. For the futa in her grasp, however, it was perfect. Despite having testes the size of beachballs, her pussy still peeked from beneath them.

No sooner had she let go, than the stripper impaled herself on the head. Even with a cunt so fat it forced her legs over a foot apart, Rey’s girth stretched her taut. At the penetration, a swath of fem-cum sprayed out, matched by entire litres of pre-cum. The amount rose in time with Rey’s cock, which forced the stripper’s skin tight against it, highlighting every dip and arch of her veins. Once their bodies and lips met, Carmen spoke.

“Rey, fill her up.”

The shudder that went through her balls vibrated through the ground, before they shrank. Her dick bellowed outward, spurring the impaled futa to also cum, raining semen across the room. Carmen headed back toward the stage, looking back to see Rey’s balls had barely shrunk, yet the futa’s belly was already larger than life. Pushing her cock down, the spray flowed onto the floor. Gale stayed behind to finger and fuck them both.

In that short interval, the other strippers had set to work on each other. Carmen stepped over and around them, including a trio cramming their legs into the clamouring asshole of another, until she found the two shrunken futa. One had dyed blue hair, and the other was black with dreadlocks cascading down her to her rotund ass. She stopped over them, both eyeing her cocks.

Maybe Rachel had awoken something inside her. Seeing them so small, yet ridiculously curvy with cocks long as they were tall, had her salivating. Carmen hefted them both under her arms, neither fighting except to latch onto her nipples, and moved to a vacant booth. There, she sat down and kissed them both. At their respective heights, the dancers had to stand up to reach her mouth.

“Names?” Carmen asked.

“I’m Allisa,” the blue-haired one said, sucking down a thick rung of spit that connected their lips.

“Jamie,” the one with dreadlocks said, smearing her face with Carmen’s spit instead. They leaned against her, kissing and licking her face, clearing Rey’s juices from earlier. All three pairs of breasts mashed together, nipples grinding, and their cocks pulsed in tandem.

“Carmen, nice to meet you,” Carmen pulled them both into a three-way tongue battle, reaching around to fondle their asses. They did the same for her breasts, both hands per breast and still incapable of properly containing them. When all three were breathless, Carmen ended it and rubbed two of her cocks against their oversized chests, her desires clear. Jamie was first to straddle one and sink her pussy down on it, torso jutting perversely as the shaft reached past her clavicle.

Allisa paused, looking down and away.

“What is it?” Carmen asked, even as Jamie bounced squatted atop her, feet planted on the opposite thigh for balance.

“Nothing,” Allisa said.

“Then get on,” Carmen groaned and pushed her to her feet, but she wriggled away.

“No.”

“What?”

“Make me,” Allisa said, sticking her tongue out, then smirked a little. Carmen recognised it now; she was behaving like a brat, same as Rachel sometimes would to tease her. She reached out and grabbed at her wrist, but she danced away, mocking her further. More attempts ended the same, Carmen only half invested as Jamie continue squirming on her prick, but frustration mounted. She snapped out and caught her.

“Quit teasing and ride my fucking dick,” Carmen growled.

“Not happening. Find someone else to dominate,” Allisa shook her head and tried pulling free, but was held firm, “Fuck, that’s a good grip.”

“Ride my cock,” Carmen repeated, leering over her.

“M-make me do… Ah!” Allisa yelped as a glob of spit flew into her open mouth, then whimpered as Carmen held her lips shut, glowering straight into her eyes.

“Swallow.”

She did, tiny throat undulating. Carmen, then, picked her up by the legs and tugged her down the shaft, its hardness supporting Allisa’s upper body as she joined her friend. When she didn’t move, a sharp clap of Carmen’s hand on her ass, sending dangerous tremors throughout its mass, snapped her into motion. Like their profession demanded, both futanari moved gracefully despite the huge growths on their bodies, even falling into sync. One rose as the other fell.

At the same time, their tits squished around her middle cock. Pre-cum lubricated the path, turning her dick and their tits into a glossy, slimy mess. Carmen kept her hands poised at their asses, spanking them in turn, or when Allisa tried acting up again, but stopped as she noticed something about her central member. It was darkening and growing.

Neither stripper paused, mixing confusion with the pleasure of fucking two tiny, stretchy cunts. Carmen moaned as pleasure arched through her crotch, but only to the middle penis, its skin now an inky black. The texture shifted as well, appearing less like her own flesh and more leathery. A ring bulged at the middle and another below that, which was slowly evened out toward her base. This shouldn’t be happening; she hadn’t written anything in the book for herself.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carmen moaned. The sensations were fantastic, not just from the bouncing pussies, as her cock transformed of its own accord. Jamie and Allisa leaned in, sharing a kiss around the head, which flattened and flared. She recognised it from the anatomy books she’d read in case she chose to be a veterinarian; it was an equine phallus. The fact her cock had changed before them hadn’t deterred either futa, if anything they worked faster.

“Let us help with that,” dual-voices said, bringing their attention to the now conjoined twins, both heads hungrily licked their lips. One row of arms squeezed their upper breasts, while the others jerked their cocks.

“Feel free,” Carmen shrugged and the conjoined futa bent over, each head poised for the strippers’ cocks, while her tits replaced theirs around Carmen’s new horse dick. Sadly, that left one set of cocks untended to, but Carmen rectified that. She stood abruptly, forcing the conjoined futa to lie back on the table, before mounting them, the strippers still held firm against her crotch. Allisa and Jamie wrapped their legs around Carmen as she reached down to hold the twin’s cocks steady, then pushed them into her pussy.

It was the most she’d stretched since that sorority house. Perhaps she would return there, show the college sluts how to really fuck up someone, though far more pressing issues captivated her. In the new position, she could fuck Allisa, Jamie and the conjoined twins, while they sucked on a pair of three foot cocks, and tit-fucked a smaller one. Their four arms held their tits and the strippers in place, allowing Carmen to fuck them as hard and fast as she craved.

Seeing her own stomach protrude with futa-meat would always be strange. It was around her so often, two examples directly before her, yet rarely happened to her. Afterwards, she’d go find Rachel and ride her. Fuck, she couldn’t wait to be with Rachel again. The thought fuelled her thrusts, pounding the tits and pussies and stretching her own snatch around two more cocks. With so many sensations, she’d cum in no time.

“Anyone using this hole?”

Carmen turned at a voice behind her. It was someone she’d given tentacles, however, unlike the bachelor party, this one had tube-like openings and a rotund, misshapen gut. She grinned at what that meant and stopped her thrusts to grab the stripper’s asses, pulling them apart to reveal tight puckers.

“In them first,” Carmen said, an offer swiftly taken. Tendrils lashed out and drove straight into their assholes, squirming through the slim membrane against Carmen’s own cocks. She reached back and parted the conjoined twin’s rear next, words unnecessary as they were both plugged. With her partners tended to, she spread her own voluptuous cheeks and cooed at the coy touches.

“Go fucking wild,” Carmen said, then grunted and moaned when her bowels were invaded like the others. All she needed now was a cunt for her horse cock to fuck. She scanned the room, thrusting in time with the limb sliding through her ass, its shape contorting through her stomach as it did for the others. There was someone here perfect for what she wanted, she just needed to find them.

In the meantime, she went back to work. Everyone involved glimmered with sweat, pussies all gushing in ecstasy, some with drool cascading over their faces. Allisa and Jamie kissed where possible, their cocks inside the conjoined futa’s lips, whose cheeks turned convex as she sucked and slurped on them. More tentacles wrapped around their bodies, milking their tits and grinding into everyone’s clits. Rigid shapes pressed against Carmen’s ass just as she found the girl.

She’d been made two feet tall, with a diminutive cock and balls, but juxtaposed by an ass double the head she was sat on. To make it better, her pussy had several tongues lining its walls, all desperate to taste cum. Like she felt Carmen’s lust, the shrunken futa found her amongst the various acts of depravity and headed over in a trance. Crawling on the table, she gazed into Carmen’s eyes and followed them to her blackened cock. She pulled it up and dropped down on the shaft without a seconds hesitation.

It stretched her such that its flare was obvious rising along her torso and past her chin. Carmen dissolved into the mess of obscenity, fucking into three separate pussies, while grinding on two cocks and a tentacle inside her cunt and ass respectively, and listened to the sounds beyond their own unit. An endless tirade of curses, moans and pleas for more. Her own sounds joined them.

Tentacles found the two-foot futa’s mouth and ass. Her cock sprayed cum without pause, while she squeezed with every muscle along her torso and groin, pussy-tongues slurping all over Carmen’s animal prick. More solid masses built against Carmen’s rear, bloating the tentacle into an obscene, lumpy form, as did the others. She turned on the tentacled futa, who sucked her own cock.

“I said to ‘go fucking wild’,” Carmen panted and, to prove her point, slammed into all three of her cock sleeves. Her words seemed to reach everyone, as they went into a frenzy, crying out in orgasm. Carmen grabbed the futa on her middle cock and mashed their lips together around a tendril, jerking toward her own climax. The shapes moved into her ass, sliding in a neat row of softball sized orbs. Similar ones moved on the others, already bloating Allisa and Jamie’s grossly deformed bellies.

As the first one reached Carmen’s belly, she let out a tyrannical roar. Those either penetrated or inside her responded in kind, balls clenching tight and pushing viscous loads up their shafts. The conjoined futa’s cheeks bellowed out, even as she swallowed like a legendary porn star. Her own pricks tried pumping Carmen full, but were forced to stop and start over and over, as the eggs that pushed up her anus pinched the flow each time. In tandem, all their cunts squirted on whoever was in their way.

Carmen unleashed her own loads into the shrunken trio. While the tentacles tried closing her flow, it wouldn’t be denied and pushed beyond, inflating their bellies into rounded spheres much too huge for their tiny frames. The middle stood out the most, her tits were no more than handfuls, where the others could overflow any lap. Odd lumps appeared as she took double the eggs that everyone else did, but Carmen’s seed smoothed them out just as fast.

They all collapsed when the last drops and eggs were spent. All except Carmen. Desire continued to pump through her veins, unhinged after two incredible orgasms and the prior alcohol, and compelled her onward. The people became living toys for her pleasure. On powerful legs, thickening with every step, she went to the ‘human-taur’ and crammed all her cocks up their rear cunt. Each thrust fuelled the next.

After that futa was spent, she moved onto others. Eggs popped from her ass, forced out by her tightening abs, which tensed as she pounded another futa, a second fucking her pussy. They couldn’t keep up beyond two orgasms, so she kept going, leaving them bloated with her seed. Her tits jiggled more and the ground moved further away.

She didn’t notice anything as she moved to the stage and the rest of the strippers. Wendy hadn’t moved an inch, trapped under her own endowments. Some were half asleep, curled up against one another. Whether by accident or design, someone had their head inside the giant asshole.

“I need more,” Carmen growled at them, a burn reaching her eyes. She rubbed at them, blinking through the sudden flare, and saw everyone kneeling at attention. Their irises were tinted crimson, lustful smirks on all their faces and cocks at the ready. Carmen ignored the lingering flame in her eyes and organised them, filling herself and others.

Minutes, or hours later, she was battering Wendy’s ass. No one else was awake. Rey had passed out, still inside her cum dump, whose belly pushed aside several pieces of furniture and people, and Gale had fallen asleep underneath them. More compromising positions spread throughout the scene.

Only Wendy remained even semi-conscious. Both were covered in sweat and cum, sticking their bodies together. Carmen squeezed the couch-like cheeks as she unloaded her umpteenth load of the night.

She wandered into a restroom. Though it seemed minor against her urge to fuck more, she hadn’t urinated since leaving home. Doing so was a bliss all its own, a mundane reprieve from the insanity she’d unleashed. In front of the sink, washing her hands, Carmen froze. It wasn’t the grime that clung onto her body, various layers of pussy juice, semen, spit and sweat, or the glimpse of her new mottled black and pink horse cock, but her eyes that stunned her. She blinked and they remained.

“What is this?” Carmen asked her reflection, which gave a carefree smirk in reply, like the glowing crimson of her irises wasn’t important. Or the disfigured shape of her pupils, shrouded in a pink glow. As she studied them, they reminded her of something elusive. Carmen shook her head and focused on cleaning her hands.

It seemed pointless after what she’d done. No amount of soap or hot water could cleanse her. Things blurred together, but she distinctly remembered fisting someone’s pussy, all the way to their womb. She even teased their oviducts.

Her head snapped up. That was it! An odd, malformed grin crinkled her eyes as she laughed. Her pupils were now the shape of a womb and ovaries. How ridiculous! She giggled to herself, until noticing her quivering hands. A single question stalled her laughter.

“What the fuck is happening to me?”

43

Re: Futa Note (Re-Write) - by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 42 - Reunion

What was she doing? A Seikogami, reduced to waiting, awake in the bed of the human with her Futa Note and staring at the ceiling. Madness came in all forms, even the mundane. More so as she ruminated over yesterday, everything Carmen had said and done, the fear in her eyes that gradually faded into a void, and her command. Ryuka hid the book as requested, buried it deep in a pile of clothes Carmen was too conservative to wear, but she still worried. From the way Carmen had left, it seemed she planned to be gone for days. Perhaps weeks.


She turned onto her side. The human’s sheets brushed against her skin, sensation rippling across like goosebumps, and she breathed deep. Carmen’s scent lingered, in spite of her efforts to eradicate it, even going so far as to cum on the bed. She removed most signs of it, save the aroma, and yet Carmen consumed her focus. Like a poison, the smell ran through her body and into her veins to fill out her cock, still hard after a night of waiting.


“Futile,” Ryuka snickered at the monolithic shaft, “It’s not like she’ll ever let you in.” But how she wished Carmen would. Human, Seikogami, or something between, the futa possessed something unique beyond just the Futa Note. Her perseverance? Her love for others? The strange connection she had with the book?


Ryuka wasn’t a diligent study like her roommate, nor was she inclined to investigate. It could be any number of aspects beyond the physical. Oh yes, physically, there was no question why she was attracted to the human. Perhaps she didn’t yet embody the excess that some did, but the potential was there, coiled up like a cobra ready to strike. Or was a python more accurate? She chuckled. Yes, that made sense. Desire was a crushing feeling, the kind that left one choking for air between thrusts or licks or kisses. Ryuka teased her lips, wondering what a genuine kiss was like.


Foolish. There should be nothing different from the lustful collision of tongues and lips that she was accustomed to, yet she couldn’t keep it from her mind. She’d witnessed Rachel and Carmen just lie in bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms, stealing the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It did turn heavy shortly after, but even then it was slow, less purposeful and more like an exploration of the other. It was gentle.


Such lingering thoughts broke down at the sound of the front door. A voice soon followed, shouted loud enough to startle birds outside Carmen’s window. Ryuka sank through the physical realm, appearing on the ground floor in the living room, where she could peer into the hallway and at the figures standing in it. Only two, but one took all the attention just by existing.


“Where were you?” Carmen’s mother, Alicia, inquired, face red as she looked her child in the eye. For reasons unfathomable, the Futa Note kept most from seeing Carmen’s developments, even the fact she now towered over her parent, who seemed used to, or didn’t notice, the gorgeous breasts hanging directly in her face. Alicia didn’t even look down at the impressive bulges in Carmen’s sweatpants. Had she left wearing those? In fact, her sweater looked unfamiliar too. The only thing Ryuka recognised was the bag.


“I just needed to see my friends,” Carmen said.


“Don’t give me that. You’ve been acting strange. I try talking to you and you… you just brush it off. What’s going on?” Alicia took her hands and held them tight, pleading eyes still gazing straight into Carmen’s, “You have to talk to me.”


“It’s really nothing. I… we lost track of time. It was already really late when I noticed so I didn’t want to call, in case you were asleep.” That seemed a logical explanation. Ryuka would’ve been placated by that, but she wasn’t a mother.


“I couldn’t sleep. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Every day you’ve been going out for hours at night, then you come back, avoid me, and do it all again. Do you have any idea how stressful that is?”


“It won’t happen again. I promise.”


“That’s not the point!” Alice took a deep breath, nose crinkling, “What is that smell?”


A smiled creaked into life on Carmen’s face, “I was with Zoey and she started working out. Roped me into it too.”


“Well… you should have a bath. We’ll talk more later.”


“Yeah. Thanks, Mom,” Carmen pulled her into a hug, grinning as her mother playfully gagged, but returned the embrace, heedless of the breasts that eclipsed her head, or the genitals shoving into her. How many women and futanari would give their lives just to feel that? Ryuka knew one intimately.


Carmen separated and glided upstairs. Ryuka floated to the foot, watching the graceful dance of the human’s ass cheeks, made to lift and drop in perfect symphony amid the delicious thighs and glimpses of so many balls. On her pride as a Seikogami, she would not let Carmen bathe alone. She followed up to the bathroom door, then paused. Much as she wanted to just go in, Carmen had several hangups about being seen naked. Perhaps not anymore, but Ryuka still tapped into the futa’s mind.


‘May I come in?’ A short affirmation greeted her. Ryuka floated past the door, eyes darting straight to the naked back facing her. She traced the curves, each slight ridge of muscle or bone elegantly contoured to her femininity, that led and flared out into the stunning display of fertility that were Carmen’s hips. Even from behind, the futa’s breasts were visible as she raised her arms to straighten out her much darker hair. It’s tar-like depths highlighted the white sludge splattered across it. So much had changed in just a night.


“What happened?” Ryuka asked, then her eyes fell on the notebook balanced on the bathtub’s edge. How?


“I don’t remember it all,” Carmen said, dipping a hand into the filling tub, steam rising, “I’m still a little drunk I think.”


“Drunk?” Ryuka barked, incapable of halting the laugh before it erupted.


Carmen smiled and shrugged, “I thought it’d help. But it just made things worse.” The water sufficiently hot and the tub full, she turned off the faucet, then faced Ryuka, “I don’t know even know what I am anymore.”


Ryuka stared. Her nature as a goddess of sex should bring her eyes lower, to devour every facet of the stunning nude form stood before her, however she couldn’t so much as glance away from Carmen’s gaze. Nothing in history, not in Ryuka’s several millennia alive, preceded the sight. She hovered closer until she felt Carmen’s breaths and smelled the distinct odour of sweat and sex, yet she remained captive.


“So you’ve never seen this before either?”


Ryuka blinked, finally breaking the hold, and shook her head, “This is… You have to tell me what happened.”


Carmen sank into the bathwater, leaning back with a soft moan. The tub wasn’t big enough for her height and she draped a leg over the side, flawless palor leading to an erotic blight on her skin; the black sheath lording over two much lighter shafts. All were supported by an overcrowded sack of six balls, each larger than grapefruit. They stole the show even from her enlarged tits.


An explanation later, “Then I went to the restroom and my eyes were like this.”


Ryuka, out of respect, did her best to keep soft throughout Carmen’s tale. She’d never done so before and it proved harder than any shaft in her life. Even keeping her dick to a semi-erection had been easier, but she managed.


“Are you sure you didn’t write your own name?” Ryuka asked.


“I checked. Feel free to do it yourself.”


Ryuka did, scanning each of Carmen’s entries. It was like she said; none of hers had changed. She didn’t stop, however, and drooled over the scrawl of names, their transformations more decadent than the last. Making conjoined twins? A human centaur creation? For Carmen to indulge like that, her future looked bright. If not for the confusing pensive look in her incredible eyes as she stared at the ceiling.


“What’s wrong?”


“I’ve always been confident about my future,” Carmen said, squeezing out some dried cum from her hair, “Even when we were basically destitute, I knew I’d make it right. That’s part of what kept me going. Gretchen and Mary could say or do whatever they wanted, but I knew I’d outgrow them eventually. Then I found the Futa Note and things escalated, got better, then worse and worse, and now I’m here. Don’t even know if I’m human.”


A chuckle escaped her as moisture brimmed in her eyes, “I’m scared. I don’t know what the fuck is next. That entire strip club became my playthings. I had more sex in one night, with more people, than I ever thought I would in my entire life.”


“There’s nothing…”


“And I still want more. When I hugged my mom, I thought about writing her name. I hitch hiked back home and everyone that picked me up, I wrote their names and fucked them too. Some of them must have families and now they’re futanari, always hungry for sex, but not with their partners. They’ll always think about me. Just like the strippers. And yet I just want to do it again. More even.”


She curled up into a ball, tits squishing past her legs and cocks hugged tight between her thighs. Shuddering breaths escaped her. Locks of hair fell around Carmen’s face, slipping from the collective like threads of her mind. She looked to the her side, at the notebook back at her side. Where it belonged. Always had. Always would.


“I’m fucking terrified of myself. More now than ever. I know what’s right, but I don’t know if I care anymore. Controlling people feels so good. Fucking them feels so good. I just… What am I gonna do next?”


“Perhaps it’s not much of a victory right now, but did you hear yourself?” Ryuka sank and rested her head on the rim, beaming at the confused human, “You’re scared. Last I checked, that’s an emotion you’re feeling.”


“I…” Carmen’s gaze widened, the pink around her malformed pupils shining brilliantly against the crimson background, and a terse grin teased her lips. A tear rolled down her cheek, plopping into the water. More followed, yet her smile broadened as a dismayed laugh clawed free, “One step forward, two back, I guess.”


“Hey, you’re more ‘you’ now than before. Take your victories as they come, Carmen, otherwise you never enjoy life.”


“Yeah.” Carmen wiped at her eyes and chuckled, “I’m not sure what felt better; punching Gretchen or the orgy last night.”


“I’d wager punching Gretchen is pretty close.”


“Yeah. Yeah, it was. Thanks for not helping her by the way. And for being here. I would’ve spiralled into who knows what.”


Ryuka fumbled for words, an unusual grip on her chest, “Not a problem. I’m invested in your progress, besides you’re far more likeable.”


“You make me sound like a protagonist in your story.”


“Not my story. Yours. I’m just here to observe and enjoy.”


“But you want to do more than observe, right?” Carmen reached over and folded her fingers with Ryuka’s, sharing the heat and pulse of her heart, then shuffled forward to create room behind her, “You can join me, if you’d like.” Her grip tightened. Was it an invitation or a demand? Ryuka let the question linger and slid in behind the smaller futa, who lifted herself to sit upon Ryuka’s lap, their legs flush together as they draped over the edge. Whatever caused Carmen’s abrupt growth was clearly magical. No human, natural or fake, had a rump as soft or shapely as hers.


Ryuka folded her arms around her, mindful of Carmen’s breasts as her hands cupped them. No admonishment met her action however, instead a gentle sigh, no more than a wisp of air on her skin, welcomed her. Desire filtered into her shaft, thickening it beneath Carmen’s body. She thought of apologising, but the human said nothing. Was she inviting her to do more? Best not to tempt fate, Ryuka thought. Her cock kept swelling tiny bit by bit against her will.


Not many could do such a thing. Even other Seikogami with all their power rarely aroused her against her will. The queen was perhaps the only other that did it involuntarily. Ryuka squeezed the human’s tits, fighting the urge to use her powers.


“It’s alright,” Carmen said, then yawned, head sinking into the cloud-like bed of Ryuka’s bust. Her strange eyes looked up at her, “You’ve done so much for her.”


“Her?”


Ryuka’s query went unheard as Carmen’s eyes drifted shut and the gentlest snores rumbled in her chest. Lips parted and glistening, relaxed for the first time in so long, and the apparent offer tugged on Ryuka’s own sensibilities. It could’ve been anyone else and she would’ve rammed her cock up their ass and/or cunt instantly, yet she hesitated. All her brethren would mock her. What kind of Seikogami passed off such a vague invite to ravage at will?


She leaned over, lips centimetres from the ones she desired, and held still. Those peaceful breaths warred against her deepening gusts, as she fought her own urges. Seikogami were beings of instinct. What they want, they took and did. She wanted Carmen to ask her, to make the first move, despite the signs of her own desire being obvious. Ryuka glanced to the futa’s crotch where the unnatural black sheath had risen slightly. It blended into her flesh so smoothly that it was eerie.


Rather than linger on her thoughts, Ryuka closed the small gap. Their lips met and, though Carmen didn’t react, it stole her heart. Why after millennia alive did one human affect her so?


“I suppose this is that ‘fate’ you humans constantly mention,” Ryuka mused, lips resting against Carmen’s forehead. She ran her hands through the abyssal hair, removing any semen that stuck to it, and found an odd serenity in doing so, “Or maybe it’s something else? Something stronger?” She looked to the notebook.


Carmen slept on through the bath, even as Ryuka washed her body. It seemed her story was true, stains of depravity covered her skin, layers upon layers dried and reapplied. The fact she missed such an event was unfortunate, however she expected many repeats to come if Carmen’s words proved genuine. She dried the human off and carried her to bed, wary of Alicia’s presence. Most humans would find a floating body unusual. Against her will, she even dressed her.


The night must’ve been long for Carmen to sleep past midday. Even in the recent, tumultuous events with Gretchen and her own psyche, she’d maintained a routine as best she could. Ryuka laid underneath her, offering the futa her own body as comfort, though she had ulterior reasons. The weight of a body, in particular one as soft and voluptuous as Carmen’s, and its heat on hers was enough to lull her into a fugue state. She almost envied Carmen for sleeping, something her race lacked.


But if she did sleep, she’d have missed the familiar footsteps coming upstairs.


“Carmen? Are you here?” Rachel asked and opened the door.


Carmen’s eyes fluttered open and frowned. Half her vision was… not gone, but it couldn’t be where she was looking. Where one eye zipped about her room, skimming across telltale signs of a dreamscape, like the wavy nature of her walls, the other seemed fixated upon her own body from an outsider’s view. Then she found the personified Futa Note straddling her, its weight suddenly on her hips and groin. Where not long ago its body was an exaggeration of her own, now more similarities matched them than not. Even down to the duo of human cocks submissively underneath the equine shaft.


“Welcome back.” Carmen blinked, though one eye remained open and staring. Her pulse quickened, a hand went to her left eye, but did nothing to obscure the vision of herself it projected. The Futa Note blinked and the sight vanished for an instant. It wasn’t hers anymore. She looked up at the book, its tits concealing half its face, but the nose and eyes were clear, including the empty socket surrounded by black creepers that shifted in agitation the longer she gawked. Likewise, Carmen’s own face lacked an eye. The one she retained was just like the Futa Note’s, which itself mirrored the changes from reality.


“What have you done to me?”


The book leaned back and arched its chest, nipples swelling to cast long shadows across the bed. It sighed and relaxed, ass squishing into Carmen’s crotch, “I helped you once more.”


“What have you done to me?” Carmen repeated, thunder rumbled in her voice, twisting the question into a threat.


“Isn’t it obvious?” The Futa Note fell forward, their eerily matched faces brushed lips, though hers were stitched shut, “No human or Seikogami can defy a Futa Note. It’s rules… it’s power is absolute. You’re lucky I’ve taken a shine to you.”


“Answer the question.”


The book pouted, “Fine, but you’d better make it up to me later. I’m not just doing this from the goodness of my… heart? Soul? Do I have those? Never really considered them. Sorry, my thoughts derail so easily since last night, must be the humanity. You’re brilliant, Carmen, surely you understand what this means?” It gestured to their missing eyes, “Even I can’t alter my own rules freely. It risks far more than you comprehend. But there’s an easy fix I just needed the opportunity to enact; a merger. With it, you’re largely exempt from my rules. Including my little mistake.”


At Carmen’s shocked inhale, it added, “Only a partial merger! Just the tiniest fraction of ourselves.”


“Give me a number,” Carmen demanded.


“Hmm? Oh, uh, I’d say something like… 1/1’000’000. I might’ve gotten away with less, but couldn’t chance it.”


“And that changed me?”


“Yes and no. Yes, it did change you. The eyes and juicy horse dick for instance, but your abrupt growth elsewhere? That was your desire leaking out. Oh, did you think I was making you grow all this time? That’s only half the truth, Carmen.” The book pulled her into an upright pose, still in her lap, but their faces were level, “I merely reacted to your wishes. The curves, the beauty, the pheromones, the power, it all stems from you.”


Carmen swallowed, like clearing her throat would somehow make sense of everything being told to her. Why was she only learning this now? It should’ve told her sooner. No, the book wasn’t at fault, nor was Ryuka. She had opportunities to dig for answers, but just assumed it to be some combination of the book and Ryuka. If she’d just taken those chances or chased them herself, how much of the recent weeks or months could have been avoided? This was her fault for letting the world determine her actions.


First her family and financial circumstances made her choices. Then the book’s appearance and Mary’s group irked her on, but she kept trying to follow the original path, not taking a proactive role as she should have. When Gretchen almost put her family on the streets, and razed her first genuine relationship to ruin, the book was right there, yet she thought herself above revenge. Look how that turned out.


Gretchen had done everything to depress her life, yet it was all her own fault. A hand stalled her thoughts, fingers caressed her cheek and urged her forward, so her forehead touched the Futa Note’s. She looked down at a serene smile.


“Sounds like someone needs you,” it said and leaned away to peer into her eye, that smile bereft of all the lust she knew it for, like a mother sending her child off to live their own life. Then the dreamscape melted into shadow, daylight attacked her through eyelids and a different weight was on her body. Lighter than the Futa Note, despite it being part of a dream, but no less soft or familiar. She cracked an eye open to see a wave of red splayed across her chest.


“Rachel?”


The swathe of crimson lifted and parted to reveal stunning green eyes and flushed cheeks, “Oh! Uh… hey.”


“Hey.”


“How are you?” Rachel wouldn’t meet her eyes, nor would she move from her spot, head cresting over Carmen’s breasts like the most welcome star of all.


“Tired,” Carmen mumbled and wrapped her in an arm and rolled over, hugging the much smaller futa against herself. Since last night, the gap between them had only broadened, making Rachel seem fragile, almost doll-like in her size.


“I…” The blush deepened as Rachel nestled against her, “Okay.”


“I’m kidding,” Carmen said, though a yawn defied her, “I don’t want to lose anymore time with you.”


“Didn’t seem that way. You wouldn’t call or text or answer mine. I was worried.”


Carmen squeezed, bosom smothering her face, until she jerked back with a gasp. The taller futa chuckled and pulled her higher, head resting on the actual pillow. She brushed a lock of hair behind Rachel’s ear, cursing it for obscuring even a fraction of the adorable beauty in front of her.


“What happened?” Rachel finally met her gaze, lips falling open. Delicate notes undermined her demand, like someone gazing upon a star for the first time.


“It’s okay,” Carmen said and leaned into her, “Everything’s going to be fine now.”


“Don’t just say that,” Rachel leaned away and shook her head, though her eyes glued themselves back to Carmen’s, “Tell me what happened, then I’ll decide if it’s okay.”


“Since when do you decide things for me?”


“Since you made me your girlfriend. I have a god-given right to decide things for you.”


“But I’m yours too.”


“Yeah, but you’re more like the guy far as we’re concerned. Everyone knows the one in the dress makes the decisions. You’re just eye candy.”


“I’d like to see you in a dress.” Carmen snickered, never having seen her petite lover in anything fancier than formal pants and a button-up shirt.


“Well, if you hurry up and tell me what I want to know, then maybe you’ll get the chance. Now spill.”


So Carmen did. As best she could explain, she divulged it all, from stealing that man’s money without remorse, to the prior night in the strip club. Not a detail was spared. Through it all, Carmen watched her reactions, hiding a frown at the subtle incline to her breathing, though her expression didn’t betray anything more. She stayed the same height as well, no hint of arousal.


“That’s, yeah, that’s everything,” Carmen said and waited. Nothing more needed to be added until Rachel made a response, whether positive or negative.


“In other words, you cheated on me. Not just with Ashley, but with a bunch of strippers and strangers. And turned them into a bunch of fucked up futanari,” Rachel surmised. Carmen opened her mouth, then closed it again, not sure what to say. Then a sudden kiss froze her thoughts.


“Shouldn’t you be mad?” She gasped when they separated.


“Livid,” Rachel corrected, “And you’re going to make it up to me, but I’m not about to push you away over this. You’re dealing with unique circumstances. Not gonna lie though, I did think about kneeing you in the balls.”


“Sounds fair,” Carmen said, then giggled as Rachel made a feint for her testicles, “Please don’t. You might start something you can’t finish.”


“Maybe I’m counting on it?” Rachel drew closer, eyes fixated on her, a little shorter than moments ago, “I wish you’d told me what was happening. I get you couldn’t with Gretchen, but after that you could’ve texted me or something. You know I would’ve done everything to help.”


“Like what?”


“Well, you said you were only feeling stuff after you came, so I’d just be your permanent fleshlight. That would’ve fixed it, right?” Rachel shrugged.


“I really like you,” Carmen sighed and kissed her, one hand snaking underneath to pull the redhead closer, “Let me show you just how much I do.”


“Ordinarily,” Rachel said, using a finger to stop another kiss, “I’d be riding you until you’re empty, I’m full, and we’re both sore as fuck, but there’s another reason I’m here. Aside from your mom giving me a call from nowhere, the others have been bugging me about you for days. They’re worried too.”


Carmen swallowed her disappointment. This was their first chance to be alone, not even Ryuka was in sight, for her to finally feel her girlfriend’s body on every level imaginable, and she was denied. She caught a glance down to her crotch and restrained a grin; if she made a proper move, then Rachel would submit. Carmen brushed a leg against the redhead’s groin, snickering at how she flinched away, trying to conceal her arousal, but she shrank another inch. It really would only take a little more and she’d cave.


That wasn’t how she wanted it to be, though. Ignoring all that happened just to gloss it over with sex, albeit the most incredible kind her depraved body could manage, wouldn’t settle anything. Her other friends deserved some explanation too. Did they remember what happened with Gretchen, that they became nothing more than sycophants for her?


“Yeah,” Carmen sighed and dragged herself from the bed to her closet. Most outfits had enough give to fit her, despite the added inches all around, though it’d be tight and sinfully revealing. She stripped and grabbed clothes without a thought.


“Hey, uh, look, I know you wanted to do stuff. Honestly, I’m surprised that I stopped you. So how about I make it up to you?” Rachel said and sauntered over to stand at her side, their height reflected in a mirror. With her back straight, her eye line was below Carmen’s proud nipples. More inches vanished from her body, nostrils flaring as she neared the musky trio, eyes never leaving the reflection, “It’ll just be quick.”


“No. Not right now anyway.” Carmen stopped her, smiling best she could, “I just want to deal with this stuff. Then we’ll have all the time we want.”


“I’d only need a few minutes,” Rachel said.


“You have no idea how much I’d do to you. Numb legs? Sore muscles? None of your concern, since I’d fuck you unconscious for a month.”


“Wait, you mean I’d be unconscious for a month, or you’d fuck me for a month?”


“Yes.” Not a shred of a joke or hostility tainted her promise. It was like predicting the weather in a desert; simply an unavoidable fact.


Rachel shuddered, pants groaning from the strain, and shrinking even lower, “Come on. Get dressed before I take you up on it.”


“This is only delaying the inevitable,” Carmen giggled. Just as she’d expected with her new form, the clothes she bought days ago were tight, constricting even, and her balls refused to be contained in boxers. Without them however, the heavy cum tanks hung at an awkward level. She needed support. In the corner, some of the clothes Gretchen forced on her awaited the incinerator, including multiple undersized bras. Too small for her breasts, however the cups might suit her balls.


It took a few adjustments and the sacrifice of appearance, but she found comfort as two K cup bras cradled her 6 testes. Satin cloth lifted them high, pronouncing her bulges further, however she didn’t have much other options for comfort and practicality. She pulled on her jeans, hoping to diminish their impact, though nothing would at their size.


“I think pants are a lost cause if you don’t wanna show off,” Rachel said, arousal not dissipating at all. Her cock was trapped, forced down her pant leg to nuzzle her shin, “Fuck, you really got big.”


“Looks that way. Wonder how big I am…” Carmen mused as she forced her jeans off, sighing in relief. The waist bit into her flesh, pushed to the limit by her new hips and thighs, though at least it exaggerated their plushness. Fortunately, she had a decent-length skirt and pair of shorts around. They did enough to make her feel as though she didn’t border on exhibitionism, not that they went very low, only grazing the middle of her thighs. Her shirt, on the other hand, couldn’t reach any further than her navel. It didn’t move enough to flash her nipples as she moved, though it was because those high-beams held it in place.


“How do I look?” Carmen asked once resigned to her appearance. Not at Gretchen or Mary’s level, she would steal dozens, if not hundreds of looks. One mattered more as Rachel wiped at her lips.


“I might be biased, but I’d fuck you,” Rachel hopped over and hugged her, short enough to completely miss Carmen’s breasts. “Legit though, you’re always sexy. You could wear a sack and I’d get turned on.”


“Thanks, I guess. Where are we meeting everyone anyway?”


“Hmm? Oh! My place. We should go, they’re probably waiting,” Rachel said and broke the embrace, pants throbbing, but Carmen pulled her back.


“I missed you. Really I did,” Carmen leaned over and delicately kissed her, pushing adoration to the forefront. Lust could take its turn later.


Rachel smirked into the kiss, “Let’s go. Like you said, all the time for this later.” She led the way out, only pausing for Carmen to grab the Futa Note.


At Rachel’s house, the others sat around the living room. Carmen glanced through the window at them all, looking for changes she might’ve missed. Leah was present as well, doing her best to be a good host, her body so voluptuously endowed that no human could stand up to her without a certain book’s support. Zoey sat on the floor, huge in similar but unique ways as her eyes still met anyone’s on the couch or chairs. Mary might’ve had the only pair of tits to match Leah’s, though numbers weren’t on her side.


Dakota and Ashley were on either side of her. The tanned futa’s hat was off, letting her ears breathe, while her tail waved to a lackadaisical rhythm as she rested on Mary’s lap, glancing up at each of her girlfriends’ luscious busts. Subtle twitches in her pants made her desires clear. Her ears perked up as Rachel opened the door.


“I’m back! And look who finally crawled out of her cave,” Rachel said, tapping her breasts in a lurid drum roll for Carmen’s appearance. She looked between each of her friends, meeting their eyes for a second, before she took a breath. Like at the strip club, the combined musk of barely restrained cravings gathered in her brain and rode the nerves across her body. Zoey was the strongest of the group, pent up and sweaty, probably from a run. It was nice to see them, but her libido wanted a deeper reunion.


“There’s something I need to tell you.” Carmen raised the Futa Note into sight of so many examples of its power. Where she’d started at a simple change with Dakota, she’d gone further and further with every person present, leading to the eclectic cornucopia of futanari before her. 


They deserved to know the truth after all she’d done to them. She didn’t know how they’d react, if they’d hate her afterwards, but she could make it right afterwards.