Note: The first chapter is not at all representative of the story as a whole. It gets a lot crazier over time.

Ruth's apartment complex had been replaced by a decent-sized detached house – one she reasoned now belonged entirely to her. Parked in the driveway, next to a small hatchback, was a shiny, bright red electric roadster – the sort she'd always imagined herself having. It was a fine day and college was close, so she elected to walk. It was an entirely new experience, walking with the swinging mass between her thighs. Fortunately, her leggings minimised the bouncing. Unfortunately, the pressure of her thick thighs on her outsized clit was entirely too titillating.

Fuck, maybe I should have risked being late and taken up, uh, whats-her-name on her offer. Fuck, I also need to learn her name.

Salvation came in the form of a posted notice on the door of her first class – her professor was ill and class was cancelled. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had a couple of hours to sort herself out – or maybe even go back home. Before she could leave, though, her friend Alan caught her just down the corridor.

"Ruth! Did you hear that Henkley-"

"Cancelled, yeah. Listen, Alan, you will not believe what happened last night!"

She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the corridor into a quiet area behind the building.

"Jeez Ruth, what's up?"

She took a deep breath, extracting the jewel from her pocket. "Alan. Last night, I found this jewel. I don't know how it works, or why, but I swear to god, it grants wishes."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious! I can make... well, anything happen!"

"Heh. What wishes could you possibly even have?"

Ruth's brow wrinkled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, like. Your life is perfect? What more could you really want to wish for? I guess your condition is kind of inconvenient sometimes, but you've always said you enjoy it."

"My... Alan, this is what I'm trying to tell you! I wished for this! All of this!"

"Ruth, come on, I've known you longer than that. You've been rich and beautiful the entire time I've known you."

"No, I- beautiful?"

Alan blushed, his eyes going hard. "Uh, y-yeah. Like, that's basically just objective, right? You're like the most beautiful girl on campus, or in the city. That's your thing."

Now it was Ruth's turn to blush, twirling a magenta lock around her hand. "That's so- wait, no. Off-topic. Alan, the jewel makes all my wishes completely true. Anything I wish for it's like it's always been that way!"

"So, if it works, I wouldn't know about it? That's convenient."

Ruth pursed her perfect lips, and then was struck by an idea. She gripped the jewel and concentrated on a change, her mouth curling into a smile.

"Okay, so, Alan, how long have you had a fourteen-inch cock?"

"All my li- wait, what the fuck?! How did- How do you know that?"

She tossed the jewel in the air and caught it again. "Because I just gave it to you. You've had it your entire life, but you've also only had it for fifteen seconds."

"No, you, but I..."

"How else would I have known about it?"

"Well, I- I probably told you at some point!"

She concentrated again, and grinned. "Would you also have told me you can't ever get hard?"

He went red-faced. "What the fuck?! I- I'm not..."

"Bit of a shame to be seven inches flaccid and not be able to get a boner, isn't it?"

"Seriously Ruth, what the hell is wrong with you?"

She waggled her eyebrows. "Just admit that this jewel has powers, and I'll give you your erections back. I'll give you a special bonus, too."

"Okay, fuck, Jesus, it has powers or whatever!"

Another moment of concentration, and Alan's erections were back to normal. She held out her hand with the jewel in her palm.

"Special bonus. Put your hand on mine and focus really hard on one change you want to make happen."

Alan stood quizzically for a moment, and then placed his hand over hers. His mouth pursed before his eyes glassed over, with the tell-tale sign that his mind had been pulled back to that strange dimension where the changes occurred.

He wasn't expecting it, though, not least of which because he hadn't formed an idea for a change, but his mind was assaulted by a sudden thought – imagine if Ruth's tits were even bigger?

When he came to, he looked down at Ruth's top. He choked down a gasp as he saw her already-sizeable chest slowly begin to swell before his eyes. Her cleavage crept up in her tank top, fat flesh starting to muffin over the cups of her bra and out the sides. She grunted, adjusting a strap and shaking them slightly, but they kept growing until they were easily around four sizes bigger than when they'd started.

Ruth took the jewel back from Alan's bugging eyes and placed it in her cleavage. "So, did it work? What did you change?"

"Uh, y-yeah, it totally worked!" Alan stuttered. "I, um, I made your hair longer. As a test."

"Nifty. See, it feels to me like my hair's been this long since last night." She yelped slightly as she shifted and her bra cut into her breasts. "Fuck, I must have put on the wrong bra or something this morning. I made my tits bigger last night, guess I'm still not used to it. I'm going to take the opportunity to go back home."

"Sounds reasonable. Is Marie there?"

"Who?"

"Your, uh. Maid? The one you keep talking about?"

"Oh. OH! Oh yes, sorry, I misheard you. Yeah, she's there today."

"Good, that should be fun for you. I'm probably just gonna go home, I don't have any other classes today."

The pair hung in the pause for a moment. "Would you... Like to come back with me?"

"Really?!"

"Uh, yeah, sure!" Ruth gripped the jewel again, modifying Alan a little bit. She grinned as she saw the bulge in his jeans inflate slightly. "Marie would love to meet you."

After the short walk back, Ruth and Alan stepped into the sumptuous living room. Marie was nowhere to be seen, but there were primal moans echoing out from Ruth's bedroom, the door hanging ajar.

Marie was sprawled face-first on Ruth's bed, ass in the air, her fingers working away rapidly at her snatch. She was rolling her face around in a puddle of spunk, her face smeared with cold, sticky cum. Ruth coughed, and Marie squealed, pulling up so quickly she tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. One massive breast had bounced free of her blouse, and she was smeared from head to waist in streaks of pearlescent white. Her face was beet-red.

"M-madame Schwarz! I deed not expect you back so soon! I- I was just..."

Ruth giggled. "It's fine, Marie. My class got cancelled and I need to change. I brought a friend, too!"

She squealed again, her hand flying to cover her errant nipple as she spotted Alan behind Ruth. "Sacre bleu! I- I am so sorry, Madame, I deed not know you were bringing company or I would have... I..."

"Shh, shh. Marie. Please relax. That's part of why I brought him. While I get changed, I would like you two to get acquainted. Don't worry, you're still on the cock- clock! On the clock. Have some fun, okay?"

She gave Alan a pat on the back. As she walked into the wardrobe, she heard Alan unzip behind her, and a reverential "mon dieu..." from Marie.

She shucked off her tank top and released the overstressed clasp on her bra with a yelp, her tits bouncing free with the force of their containment. She took a quick peek at the label and snorted. "F-cup? Why do I even have an F-cup bra?" She grabbed one from a drawer, nodding at the 32J label on the massive contraption. She'd always heard bigger girls had a hard time finding cute bras, but when you could afford to have everything custom made, obviously you got nicer gear. The tank top, at least, was intentionally small – no point in giving yourself babies like these if you weren't willing to show them off.

She could hear sloppy noises and moaning from behind her, so she quickly threw her top back on and went back out. Marie was on her knees in front of Alan. His pants were around his ankles, his enormous penis at full erection. The fourteen-inch column of flesh was so thick around that Marie's delicate hand could just barely circle it, and she slowly and reverentially pumped it like she was worshipping at an altar. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her mouth dropped open in a slack O before she leaned in to lap at a bead of precum building at his slit. Balls the size of apples sat at the base in a tight sack.

"A-are you sure you want to do this?"

Marie nodded, panting. "More zan you can possibly imagine, mon tour."

Ruth realised this was a perfect opportunity to learn more about the mechanics of Marie's condition – since she hadn't designed it completely, she was unaware of the specifics.

"Yes, Marie. You should tell him why."

She whined, eyes still locked on the impossibly huge, thick cock in her hand. "When I hit puberty, I developed zees... craving. I could not explain it, and nothing I did ‘elped it. Eet got worse and worse, became painful, I was beginning to lose my mind. One day, I was in my bruzzer's room, and in his wastebasket, zere was a discarded tissue."

She paused for a moment to suckle the tip, her plump lips gliding across the bloated head, the taste making her mewl. "I only noticed because ze smell, it was incredible. It was fresh and warm, and I tasted it, and mon dieu... I knew zis was what I needed."

She sucked the tip of Alan's dick into her mouth, her lips stretching around it, then back off with a pop as she resumed stroking. "Of course my bruzzer was not forthcoming with more, but after I begged ‘e was good enough to tell me what it was and where I could get it."

She giggled. "Eet was cum, of course. I do not know why but I am addicted to eet. I crave it constantly. Two, three times a day, I must ‘ave it. More if I can – I cannot get enough. Ze taste, ze smell, it is the greatest thing in the world."

She dragged his cock against her soft cheek, then drew her tongue slowly along the side. "Fortunately I also discovered I love ze cock, for more than just cum. I love everything about it. C'est magnifique."

Hearing Marie's story had left Ruth with a powerful erection straining at her leggings. She slipped them down, her cock now projecting out and tenting her skirt, and shuffled next to the panting, slutty maid.

She didn't need an invitation. Her other hand came up and started stroking Ruth's length. While shorter than Alan's, it was equally as thick, and Marie purred as she gave it a long, languorous lick.

"I cannot zank you enough, Madame. For everyzing."

Ruth moaned lightly, her eyes closing. "I think this is more than enough in return."

Their conversation ceased, leaving Marie kneeling between two huge cocks. She was almost too overtaken by her rapture for the pulsing shafts to do anything but just sit there with each hand wrapped around a penis, but her hunger spurred her on to stroking them in an alternating motion, taking the occasional moment to lean left or right and kiss, lick, or suck on either cock. She soon progressed into having one of them in her mouth at all times, pulling one out only to switch sides. Ruth groaned happily, looking across at Alan.

"This is the life, hey bud?"

He didn't reply – his face was locked in rapture as Marie took five inches of his shaft into her throat, slowly working her way down. Ruth bit her lip as she watched the scene, Marie's absurd tits bouncing pendulously.

Alan gasped, starting to shake, and Ruth even put aside focusing on her own pleasure to observe her creation. She'd been serious about how much Marie was going to like Alan – she'd equipped Alan with a wickedly amplified orgasm and coupled it with a hundred times the output of the average man.

A groan rose up practically from Alan's boots and his pole began to lurch as he started cumming straight into Marie's mouth. Her eyes bugged as her mouth filled with spunk and then rolled into the back of her head as the sudden rush of sensation sand-blasted her brain.

Ruth took over for herself as she watched her busty, cum-addled maid shake on the end of Alan's enormous cock, swallowing almost by reflex. Marie's hips were shaking in a sympathetic orgasm as the mere taste of cum brought her off, and kept going as Alan's cock continued shooting into her hungry mouth. By the time Alan's orgasm petered off, Marie was a twitching, drooling, fucked-out mess resting at the end of his shaft and Ruth was reaching her own peak.

She screamed as her powerful orgasm wound its claws around her brain and squeezed. Her hips bucked, her hand waving uselessly in midair as if to try and keep stimulating her cock without touching it, and with lurches that felt like they were trying to tear their way off her crotch, her cock started to shoot its load across Marie's face and the vast expanse of her tits.

Marie groaned, barely-conscious but spurred on by the smell of semen to turn her head and catch the slimy ropes in her mouth, raising her hands to her face to gather it up and suck it from her fingers. She fell back on her ass, shuddering and whining happily, exulting in being covered in the substance she craved so badly.

Ruth giggled. "Come now, Marie. Wakey-wakey."

Her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned involuntarily. "M-mon dieu... Incroyable... Je ne peux pas bouger..."

"Marie dear, I need to head back to class and I need a clean-off first?" Ruth pushed her still somewhat hard cock next to Marie's face, and the dazed girl started suckling on it, licking off the biggest globs of cum and polishing it clean, before Ruth returned it to her leggings and pushed her skirt back down.

"Remember I want this place clean by the time I get back. You can take a couple of breaks with Alan when you like, but give him some time to recover. Have fun!"

She nodded dozily. "O-oui, madame..."

Ruth sat in her next class, one hand idly twirling a strand of hair, the other playing with her jewel between her fingers. She most certainly wasn't paying attention to the lecture.

Why am I even here? Does this matter?

Strictly, yes, she did care about Mayan history, but she was a fabulously wealthy big-breasted sex goddess with a cum-addicted maid and a hugely-hung friend waiting at her house, and instead of spending the entire day fucking she was sitting here bored out of her skull listening to an ancient old man prattle on.

She spotted a skinny blond girl taking copious notes, her pen moving rapidly across the page. Her lip curled into a half-smile as she gripped the jewel and concentrated. The girl's breasts began to swell up under her cardigan, slowly advancing forward underneath her vision. She grunted and shifted back in the chair, leaning forward to crane her neck over the shelf of her tits to keep writing.

They soon became too large for her to lean over at all, a vast pair of round orbs bound up in a butter-yellow blouse, her white cardigan attached across them by one straining button. She sighed and shook her head, shifting around to sit sideways at the desk, one hand at the notepad, allowing her breasts the space to take up everything from chest to lap. Ruth had allowed her clothes just enough space to not rip, but her cardigan was one errant deep breath away from popping entirely.

Ruth stared at her for a moment, entranced by the slow rise and fall of the blonde's enormous mounds, and then turned back to the front of the lecture theatre.

I can be anything I want. This can be anything I want.

She turned her focus to the lecturer. This would be all much more interesting if he were more interesting. He was a tall, slim man with an aquiline nose, but as he spoke he slowly, gradually began to get shorter. Beneath his starched white button-down shirt his chest swelled, becoming what was unmistakeably a smallish pair of breasts. Even as his torso compressed, his waist shrunk, while his hips and rear started to grow out.

Ruth stifled a giggle as her ancient, hide-bound professor's long, thin face shrunk down, his cheeks rising up, his nose pulling back and up and his chin compressing. His sparse white hair was filling in and creeping down the sides of his head. As he spoke, his voice rose several octaves, until his high, light tone was borderline squeaky.

Ruth decided to leave him, or really her now, in her suit, and just pass it through a pervert filter. Her shirt stayed just big enough to contain her swelling breasts, but only just, meaning that the shirt bowed open between each set of overstressed buttons and did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of her outsized nipples against the fabric. Her pants crept up stocking-clad legs and split apart into a tiny pencil skirt that just barely covered the swell of her ass and left her thighs completely bare.

Her hair bunched itself up into long twintails, a mint green shade advancing out from her scalp, turning to a rose pink halfway down the length of the strands. A matching shade of thick eye shadow expanded out from eyes that were now ringed in a harsh eyeliner, along with a similar saturated mint green across her thickening lips.

She was no more than five feet tall now, and possessed an hourglass figure so harsh as to be unnatural, with her watermelon-sized breasts swooping down into a 20-inch waist that then flared out into the biggest, perkiest ass and widest hips Ruth had ever seen, following down to thick thighs and dainty feet that nestled in red heels. Her soft, round face had big innocent eyes, a button nose and thick, glistening lips.

Under the hood, she had a swollen pussy and clitoris with a ramped-up libido. Ruth had pulled back from a full-on cum addiction like Marie's, but she'd definitely focused on making her newly-pulchritudinous professor incredibly fond of cocks and their pearly bounty.

"So yes, while sex is absolutely about fulfilling a need, it can be so much more than that. Even just the shared awareness of that need is something that can truly help you reach another level in your play."

Her piping voice tittered on, Ruth's brow creasing. Why was she talking about sex? She dug into her bag and pulled out the syllabus, chuckling a little as she saw the title of the class.

Human Sexuality 201, Prof. Cotton Candy. Apparently in changing her professor into a hypersexual pastel slut had warped reality enough around her to change the class being delivered – and with further investigation, her entire major. She was now an enrolled student in her college's Sex and Sexuality program.

Now that's a reason to still be at college.

Prof. Candy closed down her projector. "And that's all for today, my darlings! Remember, you have your practical session tomorrow afternoon, and attendance and performance at the practical sessions is key to a good mark! Don't tire yourselves out before then!"

Students began to snap their books shut. The absurdly-busted blonde Ruth created earlier groaned, struggling to push herself out of the seat against the weight of breasts which came down to the tops of her thighs. Another student next to her gave her a hand to get standing, which she returned with a small, affectionate kiss. Prof. Candy clapped her hands together.

"Hey! Remember what I said! You'll want to be preparing for tomorrow! Hydrate, eat properly and don't tire yourselves out, or it won't be my fault when you can't last your whole session!"

The girl took some extra time to make her way down the steps to the exit from the theatre, stepping carefully and gently as not to send her tits bouncing. Ruth ducked out from behind her and stepped up to the lecture desk while Prof. Candy was gathering some documents together. She looked up and grinned.

"Ruth, my favourite student! I saw you zoning out a little there today."

Ruth went red. "Uh, s-sorry professor..."

She giggled. "When did you become all formal? It's Cotton, dear. Look, I know you're really beyond most of this, but please try to stay on planet Earth. You might pick up something new!"

Ruth nodded. "I'm really sorry Pr- Cotton. I was, uh, I was thinking about you..."

Her green lips curled up in a wicked little smile. "Oh, you flatterer. You know, normally I'd say you should be preparing for tomorrow instead of going for an extra credit session right now, but we both know that you're not going to be too worn-out for it, don't we?"

"Extra credit?"

Cotton winked as she pushed her arms together, making her bust rise up behind her shirt and put even more strain on the buttons.

"Oh, you want to play with the idea a little bit? Okay." She drew her arms back and threw one wrist to her forehead theatrically. "My word, failing-yet-beautiful student! How could you even suggest that your feminine wiles may convince me to alter your grade! Why, not even if you secretly had an enormous, beautiful cock would I sully my position in such a way!"

She clasped her hands together in front of her waist and batted her thick, dark eyelashes at Ruth. Ruth's mouth was dropping open slightly, but her eyes were riveted to Cotton's prodigious bust. Cotton let the moment hang in the air for a moment, before she sighed.

"Too subtle? Okay then."

She grabbed Ruth's shoulder, pulling her forward into a deep, sensual kiss. Her slick lips slid across Ruth's, her tongue forcing itself into her mouth and rolling around across Ruth's own. She grabbed one of Ruth's hands and pulled it up into her pillowy breast, while her hand snaked down to press into Ruth's crotch, feeling the thickening mass of her cock.

Ruth groaned, feeling herself growing hard, returning the kiss to her lascivious lecturer and palming the enormous breast being presented to her. The pair locked lips and made out for a minute before Cotton pulled back, panting.

"I need your dick again, Ruth. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. How is it fair that you can be such a sexy woman AND have a huge dick that cums like crazy on demand?"

She massaged her palm against it under Ruth's skirt, caressing the top of her scrotum through the leggings. She trailed a finger of her other hand down her chest, highlighting the bowing of her shirt over the swell of her chest.

"I want to put your fat dick between my tits until you baste my face in baby batter. I want you to coat me like a fucking cinnamon bun. Can you do that for me?"

Ruth's mouth went dry. The lust she'd programmed into Cotton was certainly working. Cotton shook her shoulders from side to side, her bust swinging gelatinously, the strain on her shirt practically audible.

Cotton led her by the hand to a nearby office, deadbolting the door behind her. Ruth had a moment to cast her eyes around the room's décor, particularly noting poorly-hidden straps, belts and the ends of sex toys, and then the incredibly poorly-hidden fourteen-inch dildo sitting on the desk in front of the keyboard. While she was distracted, though, Cotton came up from behind and shoved her into one of the office chairs, then began to unbutton her shirt.

Ruth gasped as Cotton's enormous breasts burst out of the tight fabric, fat nipples tracing patterns in the air before she knelt between Ruth's legs, looking up at her student and grinning widely. She pushed Ruth's skirt up, revealing her weighty package bound up at the top of her leggings. A delicate finger reached up to trace the line of her cock through the fabric, Cotton giving out a little squeaky "mmm" of approval.

Cotton reached up and gently guided the waist of Ruth's leggings over the bulge of her junk, which was already half-hard and swelling rapidly. With two fingers she peeled back the foreskin at the tip and rolled it down, giving a kiss to the swelling head.

"Ooh, you've cum already today, haven't you?"

Not feeling any need to lie, Ruth nodded before throwing her head back and moaning as Cotton's tiny fingers gripped her dick.

"I can't believe you can just keep cumming. Do you ever stop?"

Ruth shrugged lightly before her eyes bugged as Cotton lifted her breasts and dropped them in the girl's lap. Even Ruth's impressive size was swallowed completely by the vast swell of flesh her professor brought to bear. She squeezed them together from the sides, rolling them against each other before lifting them up to give Ruth a tug.

"Mmm, I can feel it throb between them. You really like tits, don't you?" She rolled them together again with a sharp intake of breath, her rump wiggling beneath her. "My tits really like dick, too."

Her nipples were the size of the copper top of a D cell battery, surrounded by vast, smooth, pink areolas. She pinched one, showing off the rubbery texture as she rolled it between her fingers, before pulling her breasts back and teasing the frenulum of Ruth's cock with the tip of the nipple. Ruth thumped the desk, her cock straining with the tease.

Cotton giggled. "You definitely act like a guy! All right, enough fucking around." She dropped her tits heavily in Ruth's lap again. She grabbed a tube of lube from her desk drawer, squirting it down between her boobs and then gathering them together to start tugging. "Let's get that yummy spunk out of you."

Hearing her professor talking about spunk, as well as making her cock throb, gave Ruth an idea. She wanted to be able to cum like Alan. More than him, in fact. She fished around down her shirt, her fingers brushing the jewel, and zoned out briefly as its transformative magic swept through her body.

I want to cum twice as hard as Alan.

She felt her balls tighten and swell underneath the smothering mound of tit-meat in her lap – she couldn't see it, but each one was the size of a billiard ball. Tingling and buzzing ran through her groin and up into the pit of her stomach, then faded. Cotton didn't break her stride, Ruth's shaft disappearing and reappearing from within the smooth, fluffy flesh of her tits.

Cotton giggled, transfixed by the sight of the tip of Ruth's dick each time it emerged from her slimy cleavage. She began ducking her head down to kiss the tip, coupling a long, slow drag of her breasts with suckling on the head before going back to her rhythm again, looking up at Ruth and smiling.

Ruth couldn't comprehend how Cotton's chest managed to be both so firm and so soft at the same time. How the texture of her skin combined with the slick lubricant somehow managed to tug at the skin of her cock and drag it up the hot, hard core while also gliding slickly across. She stopped tugging and started to push them back and forth against each other to gently roll Ruth's dick between them, and then went back to tugging but in a more circular motion – each time hitting new and exciting parts of her shaft.

"Y-you're so fucking good at this..." she moaned. Cotton waggled her eyebrows with a smile.

"How do you think I got this job in the first place?" A long, slow stroke of her boobs up Ruth's length. "I'm an expert in making dicks feel good."

She was close. She could feel the sensations building up, particularly at the base of her dick. Of course, on the crest of a huge, much-anticipated orgasm, the consequences of her previous transformation were titillating but not entirely clear. The average man ejaculates roughly a teaspoon. Alan, with an output a hundred times that, now came nearly seventeen ounces with each soul-draining orgasm. She had demanded twice as much as that.

Ruth had no idea what was in store for her.

Her eyes went wide as the sensation surged to the point where she knew she'd tipped over the edge. She felt her balls shudder, and underneath the mass of soft breast she was sure she heard them gurgle. Cotton moaned, still tugging her breasts.

"That's it, yes, yes! Give me every single ounce of your cum, you fucking spunk machine!"

Ruth's hand thumped on the desk as her breathing became shallow, her body gasping for air like she'd just run a sprint. She started to whine as the gurgling in her balls became even louder, her abdominal muscles flexing and crunching.

"O-oh God, i-it's... it's-"

Cum exploded from the end of her dick. There was no other word for it. The thick, pearlescent fluid sprayed out under tremendous pressure, reaching nearly to the ceiling before falling back down across the pair as Ruth screamed. Cotton gasped with wide eyes watching the display between her massive tits, her hands having stopped to allow Ruth to just shoot and shriek.

As her second blast built up, Cotton pulled back a little, grabbing Ruth's cock and pointing it in her direction. She moaned openly as the torrent of cum caught her across the face and cleavage, a hand ducking down up her skirt to grind against the swollen mound of her clit.

Ruth's mind had gone blank. Every spare cycle of her brain's processing power was being smothered with the flood of sensation running through her. All she could do was scream and sob as her huge dick shot off over and over, squirting seemingly-endless torrents of cum everywhere.

Her professor fell into her own sympathetic orgasm, dropping forward against Ruth's twitching pole as her pussy clamped and fluttered. She was basted from forehead to nipple in a thick coating of spooge, grunting and whining as the pleasure wound its way through her body and Ruth's cumshots finally subsided.

Cotton recovered first, sitting back up on her knees, panting, running her fingers through the coating across her face. Ruth was still nearly comatose, her blank eyes staring at the ceiling as her dick kept lurching, belching out its last few globs of cum. Cotton took the time during the silent afterglow to start cleaning herself of sticky fluid, scraping it up with her fingers and licking it off them like a sweet treat.

"Mmmph. Mmm. You are an absolute treasure. You're a freak of nature in the most wonderful way possible."

Ruth sat, still dozing, until she yelped as Cotton leaned forward and started licking her shrinking cock, cleaning it of the remaining cum, before moving down to polish Ruth's giant balls with her tongue. Ruth came to as Cotton was standing back up, looking down at herself and around her office which was now covered in puddles of spunk, shaking her head.

"I can't believe I brought you in here. This is going to be an absolute bitch to clean up! I swear, you shoot off like a firehose."

Ruth's brain was still muddy, but she realised that Cotton probably wouldn't have brought her in here before she modified herself. As it was now, her professor was just incredibly confused at her own judgement as she sat back down at her desk.

"Oh well. We might head to the staff bathroom next time, though."

Ruth gently returned her package inside her leggings, making light breathy noises at the sensitive tingles. Her eyes were still locked onto the jostling bust of her instructor, barely-contained in her damp, cum-smeared shirt, biting her lip lightly. Cotton followed her eyes, then raised her eyebrows.

"Really? I mean, I'm not mad, but really?"

Ruth blushed. "I can't help it, sorry."

Cotton took a deep breath, her buttons almost audibly straining, and wiggled in her office chair.

"I'd love to help you out again, but I have so much work to do – and I have to organise getting this office cleaned. So you're going to have to get out or I'm not going to be able to think about anything but that dick."

Ruth scurried out, averting her eyes from her professor. She could feel the tingling in her loins that suggested her new cock was already beginning to head back to erection. Her nipples were standing firm against her top, as well. She turned into a quiet corner, putting her arm against the wall to lean against it, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the sensations.

What have I done to myself? I've lost control of my body and I can't stop thinking about sex!

Part of the problem, she realised, was her amplified orgasms – not the ones she'd given herself earlier, but the ones she'd woken up with that seemed to grip her by the brainstem and squeeze until there was nothing left.

She reached into her cleavage for the jewel. She enjoyed the amount she came, but she could really deal with it being slightly less psychologically crippling. She concentrated and willed her orgasms to be a little less pleasurable.

She waited for a moment, but nothing came. No sensation of her awareness pulling out of her body. Just a slight headache. Her brow wrinkled, and she tried again.

Her heart skipped a beat. Had the jewel lost its power? She concentrated on something else – a little boost to her bust, just for a test. Her breathing slowed again as she felt the comforting sensation of the jewel's magic working, and a nice cup size boost to her breasts that slowly swelled into her peripheral vision. Another command and they shrunk back to their previous size. However, when she again tried to will away the overwhelming pleasure of her climax, nothing happened.

She decided to try to work out what was going on later, and in the meantime she reduced her orgasm volume to merely the same as Alan's, hoping that it would remove some of the pressure on her psyche. She slumped back against the wall in relief, but soon realised that thinking about breasts and cumming had left her even hornier than when she started. Her cock was starting to strain against her leggings under her skirt, growing damp with precum at the tip.

"Excuse me miss, are you okay?"

Ruth gasped as the questioning voice rolled over her, starting her out of her reverie. It belonged to a slim man with coppery skin and dark hair, around her age, who seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare. Her eyes roamed up and down his body, taking stock of his lean muscles and his strong jaw.

"Oh, I'm definitely okay now."

An idea surged into the front of her mind. She wanted a cock. Not her own – she wanted to feel speared on the end of a thick, pulsing slab of man meat. A big one, an impossibly huge one. Years of big-dick hentai were welling up in the back of her head, and she could indulge in every single one of her lurid fantasies.

She bit her lip, staring down at his jeans, watching the denim shift around a growing bulge. His cock inflated before her eyes, coupled with an equally rapid growth in his balls until a pair of cantaloupe-sized testicles and a flaccid log a full foot long and half again as thick as his wrist filled up any remaining space in the crotch of his jeans.

Ruth's mouth dropped open at the sight. It was beautiful, and it was going to be all hers. Her own penis throbbed with need, and she realised that though her quarry seemed to be reacting well to the sight of her body, her other equipment might have been more upsetting. It was only a moment's concentration to make sure that, whatever else, he had a fetish for dickgirls.

His eyes followed hers, and a red blush rose up from under his tan skin, combined with a slightly pained expression. He fruitlessly adjusted himself, but there was literally nowhere for his junk to go.

"Uh, I'm s-sorry miss, it's not what you think-"

She was already on her knees in front of him, tracing the bulge with her hand. "I think it's exactly what I think, stud." She looked around, then shrugged and concentrated on the jewel in her hand again. A door appeared on the wall beside her, leading into the building that she now owned, and had a nice, quiet meeting room that opened out to the back alley.

"Inside with me, now."

He went pale. "Miss, I don't think you want that-"

"Don't tell me what I want. Inside, now." The last word came out as a growl, and he sheepishly wandered through the door, his stride clearly impeded by the bulk sitting between his legs. The room inside was sparsely decorated in white, black and glass, and its most notable feature was a large, plush futon couch.

She shoved him down onto the couch, pushing a lever with her feet that flattened the couch out. She sat on her knees between his legs, looking down at him over the massive shelf of her jostling breasts. From this angle, there was absolutely no hiding her own erotic bulge between her legs. She saw his eyes rivet to it, his breathing starting to quicken, and smiled.

"You like that, don't you? Don't worry though, I'm not bigger than you."

His reverie was replaced with panic. "Yes! I'm- I'm too big, you won't be able to-"

She leaned forward, putting a finger on his lips. "Stop. I told you, I will tell you what I can and can't do." She pressed her breasts against his chest and dragged them down his body, feeling the hot mass of his gigantic genitals against her abdomen. The jewel was still in her hand, and with a hungry grin, she concentrated on a new change.

She felt tingling and gurgling deep in her gut and a strange loose numbness in her pussy, nestled behind her heavy sack. It got worse for a moment, making her feel loose and empty, before it faded away. She dropped the jewel at the corner of the futon and looked her lover in the eyes, pulling her strained top up and over her breasts. They took some time to jostle to a stop, creamy flesh surging against the cups.

She felt a sensation she'd never felt before, even in her bizarre, transformed day – she felt sexy. She could see the lust in the man's eyes as he looked up at her, her fabulous multi-coloured hair, her shelf of breast flesh, her curvaceous body and thick legs, the rigid treasure between her thighs. He wanted her, every inch of her – and he was going to get it.

"Well, now I've lost something, so it's your turn. And I think it should be these nasty, confining pants."

His eyes were wide as she began to unbutton his fly. "B-but, you can see what I... You can tell what's wrong with me! Why are you-"

"Because I want it, sweetie. And I can take it. Every inch of what you've got. I'm... special, can't you tell?"

He paused, still breathing hard as his panic refused to ebb, but didn't stop her as she leaned down and unbuttoned his jeans. She couldn't help but smile at the difficulty she had in pulling them down, particularly how far she had to go to reveal the entire length of his cock.

"You need to invest in some roomier bottoms, honey." She whipped them down to past his knees, and stifled a giggle at the pair of briefs that were stretched to absurdity around the mass of his junk. He went red.

"D-did you just pull me in here to laugh at my... my problem?"

She pouted at him. "Aw, baby, no, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it better." She lifted his cock by the tip, grunting at the unexpected weight of the spongy flesh, and kissed the puckered foreskin before slowly using both hands to peel it away and reveal his gigantic glans.

Licking her lips, she started to lap at it, suck at it and run her tongue and fingers around underneath the ridge. Her lover's breathing caught and started to rattle as his head fell back. She giggled again, using both hands to gently tug the skin up and down his still-soft shaft.

"Still want me to stop?"

He groaned. "K-keep going, please... Nobody's ever... Never done this before..."

"That's because you're just too much man for an ordinary woman, stud." Ruth dropped one hand down to press into his oversized nuts, fondling the boiling hot orbs in his clinging sack. "I'm not an ordinary woman, though, in case you couldn't tell. As soon as you get hard for me I'm going to stick every inch of this beautiful dick inside me."

She let go of his shaft and slid up his body, her hands roaming across his chest before she settled with her breasts level with his face, swinging her legs over him to straddle his cock and squeeze it between her thighs. Her sack bumped against his cock and her own dripping dick rubbed against his stomach. She wiggled her ass, grinding his cock between her legs and rubbing her balls against it, and unclasped her bra to offer him one of her breasts.

"Go on, enjoy me. Do whatever you want until you get hard for me, okay?"

Wide eyed, he stared at her for a moment, then grabbed her breast and darted his lips down to it, suckling her thick nipple into his mouth and making her squeal in delight. As he suckled her and her lush body writhed on top of him, she felt his meat slowly starting to inflate, twitching and throbbing as it gradually filled up in a torturously delayed erection.

She made sure to keep grinding it, to keep the slab of her dickgirl cock pressed against him, pushing right into the depths of the fetish she'd installed in him. One of his hands slid down to grope her ass, and between that, his lips on her breasts and the delightful friction of her cock grinding against his lean, muscled body, she couldn't resist any more and started to cum.

She shrieked, body seizing up and mind going blank as her amplified orgasm took hold of every part of her. Despite having dialled back the absurd volume of her ejaculation it was still far beyond reason, and gouts of cum sprayed up between their bodies barely even obstructed by her tights. He looked shocked for a moment, but soon joined in moaning against her as she writhed and sprayed cum across him, his cock still slowly inflating.

Multiple high-pressure ejaculations later, more than a pint of spunk smearing between their bodies, Ruth collapsed against the man, gasping and panting and trying to regain her senses. As her brain filtered back in, she realised there was a thick, hot mass pulsing between her legs, bumping up against the lower curve of her plush ass. She purred, the awareness percolating up through her muddy mind, and reached down to tear her pantyhose apart.

"Mmph. You liked that?" He couldn't even reply, just staring in shock as she struggled up to propping herself on her arms, and then tentatively slid up his body, biting her lip as she felt his gigantic, erect cock pushing up against her all the way up until the tip slipped in and nestled in the warm pocket formed by her balls and her leaking vagina. His thick pre mixed with her juices and slid between their thighs. Her cock twitched and throbbed as it started to rally back from the sensations.

She took a deep breath, and pushed back against him. A feeling of immense pressure flowed out from her pussy deep into her abdomen, her pushing fruitless for a few moments, and then suddenly the fat head slipped inside her almost in an instant.

She screamed. It was like someone had lubed up a grapefruit and pushed it inside her. While it fit thanks to her modifications, she was utterly unprepared for precisely how much it would stretch her apart. She had to wait for a moment, arms trembling and breath rattling, to gather together the nerve to keep going. Her lover stared at her with wide eyes.

"A-are you-" she put a finger to his lips, taking deep breaths. "Sssh." She rocked for some leverage and then slid back again, mouth going slack as his cock penetrated deeper inside her, five inches across of solid flesh spreading her transformed pussy apart. She had no reference for how it felt compared to normal sex but the feeling of congestion inside her was nearly complete – she couldn't imagine how it could feel to be any fuller than this, and yet as she kept sliding her ass back down, consuming more of his gigantic shaft between her legs, the feeling multiplied by the second. She kept rocking back and forth, pushing a little more of him inside her each time, stuck in an almost transcendental experience where parts of her body that until now she didn't know existed were being spread apart.

About halfway down she stopped, gasping and panting, one hand trailing down past her pendulous breasts to her stomach where she could actually see the outline of his penis against her stomach. She didn't want to even guess what had happened to her to let this happen, but she didn't care. She kept working away at the thick length, mind going blank as she packed more and more of it inside her.

It was when she pushed herself all the way down to the base, her body visibly distended by two feet of cock, that the sensation finally became too much to bear. She lost control, an orgasm sweeping through her overstuffed body, her own cock shooting off hard, spraying all over her lover and the bed and floor behind them as she writhed in place, impaled on his dick.

The sight was too much for him, and sensation began to flood through him as well. He'd spent his entire life taking care of his own needs, and the feeling of fucking someone (or being fucked, given Ruth's forcefulness) was drawing out a building orgasm the likes of which he'd never encountered before. It gripped his whole body, sensation thudding up his spine as he felt his abs crunch in preparation for his ejaculation.

He moaned, deeply and loudly, his fingers clutching at the cover of the futon, and felt his entire dick lurch before his overworked muscles propelled his first load of cum straight up and out. By any normal standards it was an impossibly massive orgasm, although compared to Alan and Ruth it was relatively pedestrian. Ruth felt it flood into her, redoubling her own pleasure and forcing another huge blast of cum from her cock as she felt his monolith of a dick bucking and lurching inside her. She could barely keep her balance, shaking back and forth, but she was held upright by his cock.

Eventually gravity got the better of the pair and Ruth collapsed forward into the thick pile of spunk that coated most of the upper body of her stunned, almost comatose lover. She moaned in her dopey afterglow at the slimy sensation of it against her face and breasts, working up the nerve to try and extract herself from the fantasy cock she'd created.

As it happened, even with his penis rapidly shrinking away, pulling herself off it was a sexual effort in itself between the sensations of it inside her and the feeling of writhing on top of his cum-covered body to extract herself. By the time it was out and she was able to flop over next to him, she was feeling herself growing erect again. She was also feeling bow-legged, the withdrawal of the gigantic intruder from between her legs leaving her bizarrely empty. She leaned over and gave her paramour a kiss on the cheek.

"I have to get moving, darling. Stay here as long as you like. Don't be a stranger, okay?" She stood up on wobbling legs, locating the jewel and willing away the mess covering her, as well as repairing her ruined clothes and, as a final thought, manifesting a slip of paper with her phone number on it. She had a moment of uncertainty as she decided whether or not to return him to normal, but elected to leave him.

Ginette stood outside the front of the sumptuous mansion after the last trickles of daylight had drained down into the horizon and night was in full swing. A thick sweater and long coat covered her body, especially her four weighty breasts, and a duffel bag was slung over her shoulder.

Those tits drained things in turn, as well. Keeping four boobs the size of basketballs constantly producing milk took a ludicrous amount of energy, which much to her chagrin kept her skinny everywhere except her chest. Stick-thin except for giant drooping tits was, to her, the worst of both worlds.

She jumped a little as one of the double doors clicked open and Ruth gently leaned against the edge of the other in an overstuffed filmy nightgown. She'd decided to keep her tits and cock a little bigger than they'd been before her expansion session, and the immense weight was tantalising her. However, she was using the jewel's power to keep herself flaccid for now, covered by the more opaque skirt of the gown.

"Hello, darling. Glad you could make it."

"Hi." Ginette pushed past into the open living room, and her eyes went wide. "Your house is... enormous."

"Yes, I'm very lucky. I have so much room for activities."

Ginette blushed, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, still bundled up with her duffel bag over her shoulder. Ruth motioned next to the couch.

"Put your bag down, dear, make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"

Ginette dropped her bag and slumped onto the leather couch. She felt her tits heave and the hint of wetness that was her constant companion. She started leaking long before she was accustomed to pumping. "Don't say milk."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling." Ruth left the room and returned with a can of soda, which Ginette accepted gratefully. Ruth watched her as she drained half the can in a single tilt, before Ginette caught her eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just gorgeous, that's all."

Despite herself, Ginette blushed. "S-stop that. You don't mean it."

"I do! You're such a pretty girl."

She took another long gulp. "Yeah, pretty. That's the thing people say about me when they see me. Not ‘oh my God look at her fucked up tits.'"

"Well I wasn't going to bring those up first, but they're anything but fucked-up. Your body is incredible."

"Yeah, all right." She drained the can and tugged absently on her septum piercing. "I mean obviously the udder-chasers must see something in me, even if it's just the freak factor. No normal person is into this shit, though. It's not like I'm going to go out and meet a nice guy in a bar to take back to meet my parents."

Ruth grinned. "You don't want that though, do you?" She lifted a foot and caressed the side of Ginette's bag. "You want something a bit weirder and nastier than that, don't you? You wouldn't have brought this otherwise."

Ginette's breath caught. "I... H-how did..."

Ruth smiled. "I can tell what you're into, darling, and I think you should slip into that and get a little more comfortable."

Ginette gulped, grabbed the bag and proceeded into the closest bathroom. Ruth waited patiently for a few minutes before the girl emerged, her face beet-red.

Large patches of black-spotted white fabric lined with black piping covered all four of her jostling breasts, held together both horizontally and vertically with black straps that wrapped over and under her shoulders and around her back at the bottom pair of cups. She also wore panties, gloves and thigh-high socks of the same pattern. The whole effect was enhanced by a leather collar with a brass bell, an extra-large septum piercing and a headband with small fake horns.

Ruth jumped forward on the couch, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, you're so fucking hot!"

Ginette blushed even harder. "D-don't tease me..."

"I'm not! Oh man, you're amazing."

Not merely blushing now, Ginette's breathing was starting to catch. She'd never shown this outfit to anyone before. She'd only ever worn it to masturbate while getting milked in her apartment, but now she was showing it to a complete stranger – an incredibly beautiful stranger who was looking at every inch of her mocha skin like it was enticing, like her freakish body was actually somehow pleasing to this goddess of a woman, and that was sending happy signals straight down to her pussy. Lots of them. What you might even have called a flood of them. She could feel the bikini bottoms growing moist as she stood there underneath Ruth's lascivious gaze.

"I d-don't know why I'm doing this..."

Ruth smiled. "Because it gets you off. You say you hate your body but you loooove it when people look at you. Nothing makes you hotter than knowing people know you're an oversexed submissive little cow slut."

Ginette choked. "Wh-what did you-"

Ruth grinned again, more evilly this time. "Cow. Slut."

Ginette couldn't hold in the moan, or the way her face scrunched up as she let it out. She certainly couldn't hide how her thighs squeezed together.

"H-how... How did you..."

"Oh darling you wouldn't believe what I know. For instance, I know how to make you feel better than you could ever have possibly imagined." Ruth began to pick her way across the couch on all fours, her enlarged breasts hanging and swinging from side to side. "I can bring you pleasure like nothing else. I can show you exactly what your incredible body is meant to be doing and feeling."

Ginette just choked silently, staring at Ruth's face as she tried to get a handle on the way her body was responding, but it was as if her pussy was by-passing her conscious mind entirely.

"Don't worry darling, I know what it's like to have a... special body." Ruth pulled herself back vertically and mentally removed the block on her erection, letting her dick rise up from under the gown. Ginette gasped, eyes going wide as they followed the swelling shaft. Ruth giggled.

"You like it? It likes you. It especially likes the idea of fucking your big, milky cow tits. I was rock-hard in my jeans the whole time in your café."

Ginette moaned again, and this time she didn't just feel the wetness between her legs, she felt the quad cups of her cowkini moisten as her nipples squirted in sympathy. Ruth tutted, sliding her legs off the couch and crossing the gap between them, pressing one hand deeply into Ginette's upper-left breast, feeling even more milk squirt around her hand.

"You're wasting milk, cow slut. That's my milk."

She wrenched the girl's bikini cup down, exposing one of her gigantic nipples, throbbing with need and glistening with milk, and leant down to suckle the shaft into her mouth. Ginette gasped, her face wide with shock as her fantasy from earlier came to life directly in front of her, and then groaned deeply as the pleasure of Ruth's thick lips on her teat flooded through her body in direct proportion to the force with which milk flowed out of her breast. Ruth brought her other hand up, one on each side of the enormous mound, gripping and kneading to force even more milk into her mouth.

Ginette's legs wobbled, her mouth drooping, eyes rolling, as for the first time ever she allowed someone to suckle from her, but not just to feed from her but to grab, control and own her breast. Fear bubbled up inside her, fed by years of her own insecurity and hatred, but the way Ruth stood over her, seizing control of her body, using Ginette's freakish developments for her own pleasure, smothered it deeply and completely.

Ruth let go for a moment, grabbing Ginette by the shoulders and pivoting her around and back onto the couch, so large and plush it was as good as any bed the girl had slept on. Straddling the girl's hips, Ruth leaned down with an expression halfway between glee and hunger, and wrenched the cups off Ginette's lower breasts, shredding the bikini in half and letting all of the mounds bounce freely against each other. A blush flooded Ginette's cheeks, her face turning away from Ruth's gaze.

"I-I'm sorry... I've been making milk for so long, they don't... They're not pretty and perky..."

Ruth laid her hands on the upper pair reverentially, letting her fingers sink deeply into the plush flesh. Ginette whined as she gently kneaded and prompted a spray of milk from both breasts, before moving her hands down and lifting up her lower pair and repeating the same action. The lower mounds pushed up against her upper ones, creating two soft horizontal lines of damp, glistening cleavage and prompting some more squirts from her oversized nipples.

"Oh my God, it's... My boobs feel..."

"Good, right? Of course they feel good. You're a sexy, freaky cowgirl slut. Your body is a sexual plaything, just like mine." Ruth's left hand went to the bottom of her cock, gently pressing her fingers into the underside as she kept groping Ginette with her right.

Ginette didn't even reply. She just moaned, slipping her hands to her midriff and lifting her quad chest up, looking up at Ruth with deep brown eyes. Ruth took the hint and dove in, grabbing and pressing two of her breasts together and suckling both nipples into her mouth. Ginette shrieked, Ruth's mouth filling with milk almost instantly, then shuddered and laid back as Ruth started to suck.

As Ruth's thick lips and strong tongue worked away at her teats, her breathing started to catch and rattle, her face locked in an ecstatic rictus that always seemed to be trying and failing to get on top of the sensations bombarding her, to get ahead of the pleasure and modulate it, control it, but never quite manage it. She couldn't relax into the sensations either as the pleasure kept spiking and hammering into her brain, leaving her caught in exquisite agony between the two extremes of bliss.

It felt like barely any time at all before Ginette gasped, her muscles starting to tighten and spasm as an orgasm rocketed its way through her body. The sensation was familiar but far more intense than she'd ever felt, like someone had taken the orgasms she had strapped to her milking machine and amplified them tenfold. Ruth noted what happened to her but didn't stop, continuing to suckle as Ginette writhed underneath her. She dropped a hand down to knead one of her unused breasts, adding the sensation of its own stream of milk to Ginette's mind-breaking orgasm.

"S-st-stoooop, I'm cuh- I- I I caann't oh God oh fuck I'm c-gh-ghhh-"

She then lost her words entirely as a second wave of orgasm passed through her before her first had even ebbed away. There was a brief lull in pleasure as Ruth moved downwards, swapping which breasts she was sucking and rubbing, then the extra pressure on her unused nipples brought it back in full.

Ruth gleefully fed from Ginette's chest until her stomach groaned with milk, the girl's blissfully drained tits still leaking streams of her cream while she laid back on the couch in an orgasmic haze. Looking across her fourfold tits, Ruth gripped her penis by the base and started to gently stroke it, straddling Ginette's stomach and resting it down across the mocha mounds.

"Have you ever given a tit-fuck, cowslut?"

Ginette's eyes widened as Ruth's fat cockhead stared directly at her face, and she shook her head timidly.

"Oh, that's a shame." Ruth leaned forward and pushed Ginette's lower breasts together into a curved line of bulging cleavage. "Okay, I'll hold these together, you hold the top ones together."

Ginette blinked, and pushed her upper pair of breasts together, eyes still fixed on the gently bobbing tip of Ruth's cock. Ruth pulled it back, drawing a viscous line of precum down the length of Ginette's cleavage, then gripped the nipples of the tits she was holding, squirting trails of milk down into the crevice.

"Mmm, natural lube." Ruth was acting confident, of course, but her heart was beating like a drum and she had to concentrate to keep control of her trembling limbs. She slid the lower breasts apart and dropped her cock between them, drawing in a sharp breath as she enveloped her shaft in wobbling breastflesh. Ginette moaned as well, reacting to the unfamiliar but pleasant feeling of a thick, hot cock mashing down against her tits.

"You like that, cow? You want me to keep going?"

Ginette nodded, mashing her boobs together in slow circles, then letting them drop apart long enough for Ruth to slide up between them. After a few moments to prepare, Ruth started to gently thrust, watching Ginette's tits slosh back and forth in gelatinous waves around their hands, the motion contributing as much to the sensation as Ruth's thrusts were. Her mouth dropped open as the pleasure assaulted her.

"Oh f-fuck! Shit!" Ruth began to speed up, squirts of milk spraying in every direction from her lover's wildly bouncing nipples, the nerves of her cock squealing under a four-fold assault of soft, smooth breastflesh. Eyes glassy, mouth slack, Ginette leaned forward and started to suckle on the end of Ruth's dick, lightly kissing and licking it as she stroked it with her upper breasts. The two girls had fallen out of sync and now not only were Ginette's breasts rubbing against Ruth's shaft but they were also heavily slapping against each other. Ginette began to gasp and choke, pleasure flooding her body as the sensations drew an orgasm from her, letting Ruth's cock slip out from between her upper breasts so that the shaft laid between the bottom two and on top of her upper ones, right as Ruth started to shudder and buck and shoot off.

Ruth collapsed forward as the orgasm gripped her brain, mashing her body against Ginette's, her cock shooting up between the pair of them, spraying cum across both of their faces and up across the couch, shuddering and writhing for the minute it took her hyper-powered orgasm to play out. When Ruth's orgasm finally subsided she rolled to the side, chest heaving with exertion and brain pinging with little pink sparks of afterglow that destroyed her capacity for conscious thought for the best part of a minute. Ginette seemed almost as stunned by the experience.

"Oh my God," she groaned, "that was... I didn't know it could feel like this."

Ruth smiled, turning her head and drawing Ginette into a deep kiss. "This is just the start, baby. Your body is made for the most sublime pleasure. In fact, I have an idea, if you're interested..."

Ruth picked a random bedroom and led Ginette to it. To her, it was as if Ruth had the room prepared ahead of time, but it was just a simple willed command as she opened the door.

The room was sumptuous, decorated in red and black with a large circular bed. Some of the doors in the wardrobes that ringed the walls were ajar, revealing leather straps and lace. What drew Ginette's eye, though, was the large, perfectly shiny, stainless steel machine right next to the bottom of the bed.

"Is that... a LactoMaster 850X?" She walked over to it and pulled out a ribbed rubber hose, eyes wide, then suddenly blushed as she realised what she'd done.

"Best milking machine on the market, so I'm told."

"It's like three thousand dollars!"

"Are you going to keep talking about it, or are you going to lay down on the bed and get those fat cow titties hooked up to it?"

She made a small choking noise, then nodded and sat down at the edge of the bed, grabbing one of her basketball-sized boobs and holding it up. Ruth pulled out one of the milking cups - a custom-made semi-cylindrical silicon sheath ringed with rubber. She switched on the machine at its side and gently pushed it onto Ginette's breast, letting the low suction take hold and pull the cup into place. Ginette watched in shock as her areola expanded into the cup, a low moan rolling from past her lips.

"Ooooh. Oh, God, it's... It's strong but... It feels good..."

Ruth busied herself with the other three cups, each of them drawing in Ginette's nipples with a slow but implacable force, then releasing them on a slow pumping rhythm. Ginette couldn't even talk, just gasping and shuddering as the milkers worked away, unable to do anything as she watched Ruth slowly turned up the suction.

Milk began to flow from Ginette's breasts, creamy white building up and drawing away from the cups every second as her nipples expanded and contracted. Without protest, Ruth was able to gently pull her arms behind her back and lock them together with leather cuffs. Ginette was about to protest as Ruth pulled a ball gag onto her mouth but a sudden surge of pressure from the machine left her shuddering and helpless. Ruth licked her lips, pulling up Ginette's skirt, manic eyes roaming over the mocha curves of her buttocks.

"I'm going to fuck you, cowslut. I'm going to fuck you like an animal, like the livestock you are. You're going to sit there and let my machine milk you dry while I ram my cock into you from behind."

Ginette burbled and shook but made no effort to straighten up or move her butt away from in front of Ruth, leaving Ruth the opportunity to grin, grab her erect dick by the shaft and push the fat head against Ginette's pussy.

Ginette squeaked behind the gag, the squeak turning to a muffled, unthinking squeal as Ruth worked her way inside the girl. Her pussy spasmed and fluttered around the thick intruder before spreading and allowing it passage. Ruth grunted and gasped with each painstaking inch until her hips made contact with the girl's rump. She stayed there for a moment, took a deep breath, pulled back and thrust forward again.

Ginette jerked forward, tits heaving, only the powerful suction of the cups keeping them in place, her eyes unfocused and choking noises issuing out from behind the gag. Ruth gave a silent command to the jewel as her hips fell into a rolling tempo, and before long Ginette's abdominal muscles crunched and her body seized as an orgasm crashed through it. Ruth's new command made itself known as along with the other effects of Ginette's orgasm, the girl's breasts suddenly let down with massive floods of milk that filled the silicon cups and nearly overwhelmed the capacity of the pump. She shook and bucked, choking soundlessly, Ruth still railing her from behind. One of her breast cups burst off, milk spraying wildly as her nipples pulsed in sympathetic ejaculation.

It wasn't long before Ruth felt the sensation welling up in her core as well, the yawning, twitching feeling in her cock, and, shoving deep inside her lover, howled as her hyper-powerful orgasm grabbed hold of her brain and squeezed for a full minute before she collapsed on top of Ginette, breath coming in desperate gasps.

Ginette groaned, squeezing her thighs together and feeling a huge glob of Ruth's love ooze from between them. She yelped as the pumps sucked on her nipples again, cheeks red, pussy fluttering, the feeling of continuing to be milked as she sat practically sloshing full of cum working her right up again. Ruth was surprisingly heavy, and between her post-orgasmic lassitude and the soporific effect of the continued stimulation, she couldn't shift her, and her only option was to lie there, the heat returning to her cheeks and deep in her core, as the pumps kept going, until by the time Ruth finally stirred back awake Ginette was whining and panting beneath her, the breast where the cup had burst off leaking in a constant stream onto the bedsheets. Ruth's nethers throbbed, her eyes wide, and she dove onto the naked breast with unthinking hunger.

After bringing Ginette off again, the surge of milk from her orgasm finally leaving her somewhat close to empty, the pair laid in the middle of the bed, Ruth's arm over the smaller girl's slim shoulder.

Ginette was awake, but dozing, breathing gently. She felt Ruth shift behind her and snuggled back, surprised as she girl reciprocated and pulled her in more tightly.

"I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. I can't really remember the last time I felt happy. I wish I could just stay here, instead of having to go home and go to that fucking café in the morning."

Ruth bit her lip, silent for a moment. "You... Don't have to."

Ginette snorted. "Okay yeah, I don't have to, but I like eating. Also my milking machine breaks down all the time. That might be even more important."

"No, I mean... Do you have PayMe on your phone?"

"Uh, yeah, but..."

Ruth couldn't remember if she'd brought her phone up or not, but it was in her hand now along with Ginette's, furiously typing. Once she was done she handed Ginette's phone with its cracked screen back over. Ginette looked at it blearily, then gasped.

"T-ten thousand?"

"Well. Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine, and ninety-nine cents. Transfer limits."

"But you... I can't-"

"Of course you can. That should cover a few shifts, shouldn't it?"

Ginette had bolted upright now, tits bouncing and slapping off each other. "For sleeping with you? I'm not like that, that wasn't what this was!"

"No, that's not what- it's just a gift."

"This is way more than a gift. This is escort money. I'm not an escort. I'm not a whore just because I have four tits."

"No, Ginette, I'm not saying that, I swear! I just want to help you. And, um, make you an offer."

"What, to pay me for a few more sessions?"

"No. A-a job. I'm looking for a personal chef. This would be your signing bonus."

Ginette's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a chef."

"You work in a café. That fits, right? You can be my live-in chef, on salary. And, you know, what you do outside of your work, what we do together... That's not anyone's business, right? You can just do what makes you happy."

She thought about it. "But what if I don't want to do that sort of stuff. How long will I keep the job, huh? I've had shitty under-the-table jobs before."

"I'll write you a contract. Guaranteed, ten years."

"Really. You'll gamble ten years' salary on maybe getting to fuck me occasionally?"

"And fresh milk on tap. Totally worth it."

Ginette smiled. "You're crazy. Hey, from the looks of this place, you can afford it. And... I mean, if you're serious, that was wonderful. I'd like to have that again. It'd be nice to have the time for it, without working in that shitty place. Did you know the owner stares at my tits every time he visits?"

Ruth shrugged. "I don't blame him. Sorry, but your new boss is going to stare at your tits too."

"She's way hotter than him. Has a bigger dick, too."

The two giggled, then sat there looking at each other for a moment. Ginette broke the silence first. "So. Wow. I'm really doing this, huh. You said live-in? I get a room?"

"More than one, if you want."

"One's fine, unless we're sharing a bathroom."

"I have like ten of those, I think."

"Oh, cool. I should go get my stuff, then."

"Tomorrow."

Ginette's brow wrinkled, then she looked down between Ruth's legs, and grinned.

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

Ruth turned over the next day, rolling over into the space where Ginette had fallen asleep, but the early rising cow-lady had already made her way back home. Ruth rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then rolled back over to swing her legs over the side of the bed.

Her fuzzy head took a second to realise what was happening, but they were long. Long, lithe, shapely, and smoothly tan. They were also hard to see because her tits had bloated outrageously overnight and were consuming a substantial portion of her vision.

"Wow. Good morning, girls." She raised her hands and jiggled them against each other for a few moments, indulging in the size, then sighed and laid a hand on the jewel to reduce them back to a more manageable size.

Nothing happened. She tried again, concentrating hard, but her chest remained resolutely pneumatic. She quickly concentrated on her fingers to add a swirl of sparkling nail polish as a test, which appeared instantly, but her pleasure pillows refused to shrink.

It was concerning, but on the other hand, she had huge boobs. It wasn't really a problem. She stood up to start getting ready for the day, and became aware of some other things that had changed overnight. Her vantage point in the room was very different to how it was yesterday. Things, at least things she could see over the swell of her chest, were smaller, further away.

"Oohh. Oh boy. Um. I'm... probably not going to be able to fix that either, am I?"

A moment with the jewel confirmed that, yes, she was taller now, and it wasn't going away. She put it to the side of her mind for now and headed back to her own bedroom with its personal ensuite to wash off the residue of a night of delightful sin.

Out in the corridor she nearly screamed when she ran into Marie. The buxom maid had already been half a foot shorter than Ruth had made herself yesterday, but now Ruth towered over the girl. It was hard to tell but Ruth's breasts seemed bigger than Marie's now, too.

"Good morning Madame Schwartz! I met ze lady, um, ze new chef thees morning. She is very interesting, no?"

Ruth noted the tinge to the girl's voice. "Oh, Marie, don't worry. There's plenty of me to go around. Besides, she has her own supply of something that's almost as good for you."

It hadn't been, but now her orally-fixated maid's condition was fine with breast milk as well as semen - at least, in large amounts. The change took a few seconds to sink in, and then Marie blushed. "She makes milk? It, um... I need a lot of it. For it to work."

"Six gallons a day enough?"

Marie's eyes bugged. "B-bien. Zat would be more zan enough."

"For now, though, I was just about to have a shower. Are you hungry?"

Having Marie between her legs in the shower revealed the third change that had happened overnight. Some gentle encouragement from Marie's rack revealed that Ruth's cock was a mighty eighteen inches at its full erection. Predictably, it couldn't be shrunk below this. Marie didn't notice anything wrong, the jewel's magic working to rewrite her memory, and as Ruth considered the situation Marie was happily rubbing her face against the shaft and planting kisses along its length with her plush lips.

Towering over her lover, basting her white with spunk from her gigantic cock, her massive boobs bouncing and swaying in her lower vision, Ruth really couldn't find any issues with the situation.

Soon after, Ruth strode down the street, cheeks beet-red. She'd picked out her outfit in a fog of arousal, but in the morning light couldn't help feeling she'd gone too far. She wore a bright pink bra, a short white low-cut crop top, some scandalously tiny white denim booty shorts and a pair of pink flip-flops. Nothing more. That meant the sweep of her shoulders, the jiggling tops of her breasts, her perfect midriff, golden-tanned thighs and taut calves were on full display. What truly concerned her, though, was that the tight shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and everyone who passed her was treated to the impressive bulge left by her thick, flaccid penis and her pair of orange-sized nuts. She'd driven back to the campus, enjoying the quiet hum of her expensive electric car, but she still had to make her way through the campus, and she could feel every eye around her gazing upwards, awestruck by her oversized new body, the jiggle, sway and wobble of her chest, her hips or her bulge. She fluffed out her hair, longer and bigger and now a pale pastel purple, and strode resolutely forth.

She got to the room before Cotton did. A few of her classmates were milling around. One in particular, a slim dark-skinned girl with masses of thick black hair, looked her up and down and gave a low whistle.

"Looking daring, girl."

"Th-thanks."

The girl sighed. "You're so lucky. I wish I had anything half as interesting to show off. Fuck with people's expectations the way you can."

Ruth slipped her hand into a tiny pocket, a wry smile appearing on her face. The girl was wearing thin leggings, giving Ruth a perfect view of the penis and testicles slowly inflating into existence between her legs. A scrotum the size of a grapefruit was an obvious choice, and Ruth decided that this girl would be mostly show, with a five-inch flaccid dick that didn't get much past seven hard.

The girl coughed, and Ruth saw her junk twitch. "Girls like us, we've gotta stick together and support each other, you know? It's cool messing with people but I sometimes kinda wish it wasn't so obvious on me. I'm sure I'd feel different if I didn't have it though, right?"

Ruth chuckled, and patted the comforting weight of the jewel in her pocket. A crowd was building, some of them for Professor Cotton's "practical session," some just to gawp at the six-foot-eight tall astoundingly endowed futanari goddess. Ruth could see an array of hardening dicks, twitching thighs and heavy breathing as they watched her, and that was starting to rev up her engine as well. Her cock was just twitching its way to possibly freeing itself from its confines when her tiny, pulchritudinous professor finally arrived at the end of the corridor.

"Good morning everyone, I- goodness me, what's going on? You aren't all my students! Go away! Enrol next year if you want in."

Cotton glared up at Ruth as the students dispersed, although without any real anger. "You're a menace, Ruth. I swear I've never had so much interest in my classes until you joined. You're distracting."

Ruth allowed herself a wry smile, especially since she noticed that her impish lecturer wasn't too far away from blowjob height, and whether through accident or intent her eyes had drifted back down to Ruth's crotch.

"Sorry Cotton. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Oh, you'll find it in your balls to convince me to forgive you later. Now, get inside."

Ruth and her classmates shuffled inside the room, which turned out to have been one of the school's performance theatres. The floor was covered in padded mats, with a desk set up in one corner and a small shelf containing an array of colourful bottles. Underneath it were several cardboard boxes that, as one errant flap revealed, were full of sex toys.

"Remember, you're being marked on stamina, technique and generosity! It isn't just about getting yourself off but about getting everyone off! Now, strip!"

Cotton slipped off her suit jacket, revealing her overstuffed, close-to-bursting white dress shirt. Other students took the hint to begin undressing. The first time one of these events had occurred people were timid and unprepared and had taken ages to get fully naked, but by now the experienced students started the ball rolling for the new ones and the process was over within a few minutes, leaving a small group of nude students who began their work.

Ruth looked over the group, and immediately ideas on how to improve them bubbled up in her mind. There was the newly-minted trans girl she'd created just before, but everyone else was pretty... conventional. A brief moment of focus on the jewel on the strap around her neck and before her eyes the room began to shift into something a lot more interesting.

A man giving cunnilingus to a partner began to shift his technique as her mons expanded out into a thick, throbbing cock. Ruth noticed his discomfort as the shift occurred, and cast her thoughts back to the first idea she'd had to deal with a distaste for cock. She grinned as his demeanour shifted from disgust to enjoyment to hunger as an addiction to semen, the same as her buxom maid's but even stronger, sunk its claws into his mind. As the addiction grew, so did his penis, the shaft lengthening out until it would have reached to just under his chin if he were sitting, his testicles inflating to match. Flesh expanded out in his crotch too, as glands expanded into visibility.

A lifetime spun into existence over the course of a few seconds. Unlike Marie, his cravings never got too bad before he discovered their source, and his own supply kept him mostly sated at first. Even as his semen production expanded, though, along with his cock growing ever closer to his mouth, his own cum just wasn't enough to curb his rapidly growing hunger - and he started seeking it elsewhere. By the time of his enrolment in Professor Candy's Sex and Sexuality course, he was a proud and dedicated cocksucker. His lips plumped and thickened around his partner's shaft as if to make the final cap on his new life.

Ruth grinned watching her new creation get to work on the thick slab of futa cock in front of him, completely unaware of the ripples of change radiating out from her. The jewel found the path of least resistance to making her whims into reality. One crippling semen addiction could just be a freak of nature. Two, of the same condition, in two utterly unrelated people - that meant it was something more common. Hundreds of people had their lives rewritten to account for the insatiable addiction to cum they'd developed, overfull breasts inflating from nowhere, gigantic penises suddenly appearing in pants.

Ruth knew none of this, but she was certainly proud of what she'd created. She moved on, slowly stroking herself as she watched her next cluster of classmates. Two girls shared the cock of a man who was lying back against a cushion - enjoying himself, if not earning full marks on his exam. He was a decent size, at least for someone who hadn't been around Ruth for any length of time, but his two lovers were getting in each others' way. As they licked at either side of the shaft it started to pulse and expand, not just growing longer but substantially thicker by the second. Just as it hit around three times its original girth it suddenly split apart into two separate, thirteen-inch-long cocks. His scrotum divided until two sets of oversized balls bobbled off each other, hanging from the base of his twin shafts. His eyes went wide and he shuddered as two sets of sensation suddenly began to assault him, his lovers now able to give him a stereo blowjob.

Ruth looked over the two girls servicing him, her mind ticking over on fun things to do with them. She decided one of them, a larger girl with a fairly unimpressive chest, would do much better as a larger girl with an extremely impressive chest. As she watched the girl's chest expand beneath her blouse, she wondered what the girl would look like as a much larger girl, too. The girl's heavy figure began to expand and extend upwards, shifting her position in front of him to hunching over as she had to bend down to reach him with her mouth. Behind her her large but flat butt ballooned outwards, both backwards and to the sides, and her chunky thighs tightened into thick, curvaceous trunks appropriate for holding a body three times its previous weight. The girl grunted and stood up to her full new seven-foot height. Her breasts curved down and out, the bulk of their beach-ball mass around her navel, extending forward a foot and a half from her body and the same distance out each side from her waist, before joining enormous hips the same width holding titanic buttocks that bounced and jiggled with her every movement.

Ruth grinned as she dropped the entire weight of her new boobs into the man's lap, smothering even his oversized cock in gelatinous, wobbling tit-meat. Her partner stared, briefly stunned by the size of her cock-mate's chest, not noticing as the size relative to her started to increase. Ruth watched as the girl shrunk down, though only in height - her chubby curves stayed resolutely wide and even, with a hungry push from Ruth, began to expand at the same rate she contracted. She dwindled back into herself, inch by inch, every moment accompanied by a surge of expansion in her hips, her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs, until the girl was no more than three feet tall and so absurdly curvaceous that from a distance, between her fat breasts and round hips her midsection could have been almost circular. Standing, rather than kneeling, she pushed forward around the tall girl's breasts to grab her quarry's right shaft. A final addition rolled from her mouth, a three-foot long, prehensile, heavily-muscled tongue, that wrapped around the cock in a moist, sloppy strokejob.

A tall, muscular man found his pecs melting into a pair of large, firm breasts, his body smoothing and plumping, his testicles retreating up into his body replaced by a puffy slit. Ruth watched the boy with the bubble butt grinding on the new futa, the way his ample ass bounced and jiggled, and an idea took hold. His ass began to inflate with each bounce, each slosh of flesh pushing out and returning with more padding. As he grew, his skin began to shift colour, starting with what looked like a simple blush but spreading and deepening until a patch of pure pink began to spread across his body. Once it had covered his now-gigantic ass, the jiggling changed. His cheeks were firmer, but also bouncier, each shake delivering even more motion to his curves. It spread across to his erect dick, which began to expand, but also to move differently - stiffer at the base where the pink blush was creeping up. He gripped it as the wave of colour made its way to the tip, pulling it to a full twelve inches long, making clear that it no longer moved like a normal cock - its skin didn't move, and it didn't bend or bow as much. His partner ran her hands across his rump, smooth and cool, as if instead of flesh it was made of silicone rubber.

If the change bothered the now-rubber boy he didn't show it. He bounced and jiggled with even more enthusiasm in his partner's lap as the rubber spread up his body. What little hair he had disappeared into smooth pink plastic as it advanced past his stomach and his chest, his nipples forming into hard nubs, skin reshaping into perfect moulding. It advanced up, past his neck, spreading across his face. His lips plumped and the inside of his mouth reformed into a long, flexible, ribbed tunnel leading deep down into his body. The final touch was his short, swoopy hair being locked into a solid chunk of plastic, leaving his entire body a living bright-pink silicone rubber sex toy. He pushed back against the futa, grinding her cock between his rubber butt and her stomach.

"Come on, baby, I didn't get my ass turned into the world's best pocket pussy just to grind on people. Put it in me. I'm made to be fucked."

Ruth smiled a little at that comment. She'd certainly had fun dreaming up the exact configuration of moving ribs and nodules that lined the tunnel from his mouth to his rear, and he seemed to be proud of it. He was enough of a freak that his current state was something he'd done to himself, not a curse to which he was subject. Even the downsides of his transformation, like the fact that the twelve-inch dildo into which he'd turned his dick maintained its shape permanently and felt to him like a constant, raging erection, were either worth the upsides or something he actively enjoyed. She walked across to him and watched his eyes, white plastic with black painted pupils, fix on her hard-on, even as he continued to rub up and down the shaft behind him.

"Oh yes. Please tell me you're here to shove every inch of that beautiful thing inside me."

She grinned. "Oh? Is that something you'd enjoy?"

"Lady, look at me. Do you think someone would fucktoyify themselves because they like a casual fling every so often?" His face was less capable of expression than it had been, but every inch of the glistening pink plastic communicated pure lust. "I want to be used. Just fucking... ream me out, dump every ounce of cum you've got inside me and throw me aside. I asked them if they could take away my ability to think but they said there were "ethics restrictions." Fucking cowards."

He leaned forward and planted a kiss at the very tip of Ruth's throbbing cock. Of course, his mouth wasn't warm, but it was wet - thanks to the lubrication he constantly leaked along the length of his internal toy. He opened his mouth wide, showing off the gently pulsing and rippling texture of his throat, then grinned at her.

"Come on, you know you want to-guk"

His eyes turned back up in his head as Ruth grabbed him and shoved his face unceremoniously down on her dick, spreading him apart in nearly an instant. He visibly shuddered in pleasure as she worked more of herself down inside him, slippery lube letting her slide down almost without resistance until eighteen inches of fat futanari cock speared him from his lips to the middle of his stomach. She pulled back and rammed him again, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and gurgling, choking noises issuing from the shiny entrance to his body. She knew he wasn't actually choking - he didn't breathe - but he made the noises out of encouragement. While he didn't breathe, he could cum, and soon spasms of orgasm wracked his synthetic body each time she completed a few strokes in and out. Through intent or instinct, though, he remained still enough where it counted to continue being used, and soon Ruth was gripping either side of his head and growling as load after hypersensitive load belched in heavy ropes straight down inside the toy-boy, building up under pressure and squirting from out of his gigantic, wobbling butt onto the stunned futanari who had been receiving the lap dance from him. Ruth withdrew from him once she'd recovered her senses, trailing strings of cum. His eyes blinked absent-mindedly. Cum bubbled from his mouth as he muttered "Th-thank yooo..." before dissolving into further moans as his dickgirl ride pushed herself up into him, slamming against him with an almost savage need.

Two girls locked in fervent scissoring received upgrades as well. One's less than gifted chest expanded outrageously, the pale flesh growing plump and fat and traced with faint veins, soon joined by a second pair underneath to turn her into the same sort of quad-breasted lactating cowgirl as Ginette. Her partner's ample breasts were joined by a third growing into existence between them, as well as two more arms sprouting from halfway down her torso to give her enough equipment to handle the first girl's orgasmically-sensitive chest. She advanced towards the pair with hungry eyes when she heard a thump from behind her. The trans girl who'd complimented her earlier had apparently had a brief turn of dizziness and fallen over, Cotton rushing in to check on her.

"Oh dear... Stayed up all night "studying" by the looks of it. She needs to go see the nurse."

Ruth raised her hand. "I'll take her, professor. I'm sure I can make up for the session later."

"Oh you certainly will, girl. But yes, if you could, that would be great."

Ruth threw the girl over one shoulder, willing her erection back down until it fit back in her tiny shorts, then stepping out of the rutting orgy and making her way through the university's halls to the on-campus clinic. At her size the woman's weight was barely noticeable, and she could drink in the gawping stares as she bounced along the corridors. She was getting comfortable with the amount of her body she was showing, the effect she had on other people. She almost wanted to see the reaction if she let herself expand out of her bottoms again, but before she could carry the thought out she was at the clinic.

She let the jewel's power flow through her again as an idea struck her, and within moments the sound of moaning issued out from behind the clinic door. Ruth knocked on the door with a grin, prompting a frantic "j-just a minute, hol-doh, oh n-noo, ohhhhh-" before a series of thumps, moans and choking noises. There was a few moments of silence, then footsteps and the door opening a crack.

"Yes, hello?"

"Hi, uh, I have a student here who needs some medical assistance."

The door opened, allowing Ruth to walk in and place the girl on a bed. Behind her, a nurse was furtively rearranging her glossy white uniform over a body that filled every available inch of space in it, particularly her spectacular freckle-dusted chest. She made an effort to tug down the skirt that was part of the whole ensemble, but it was ludicrously short and resisted her attempts. She had masses of curly ginger hair and her pretty freckled face was only marred by deeply dark-circled eyes.

"What happened?" The nurse was twitchy, hurried, and her breathing was rapid. Ruth shrugged, watching the woman's hips jerk.

"Don't know."

The nurse shrugged. "Oh well, the cure's the same anyway." The nurse looked Ruth up and down, raising her eyebrows. "You're from Cotton's class, aren't you? Maybe you can help me out."

Before Ruth could even answer the nurse had hitched up her skirt, revealing a bobbing length of flaccid penis that sat atop a huge scrotum, tight, bulging and lumpy as though it was packed full of egg-sized orbs.

"One load of my jizz and she'll be totally fine. Don't ask me why, but my cum is a panacea for every kind of minor ailment imaginable, and an excellent pain reliever. And I have-" she winced, "lots to spare."

Ruth decided to play along. "Wow, are they all testicles?"

The nurse nodded. "Sixteen of them, last time I counted."

"That must keep you busy."

"Ugh. You have no idea. I have to cum every fifteen minutes or it starts to ache." She shuddered as a string of precum dripped from the end of her cock onto the tile. "Also I leak. All the time. Anyway. Enough about me. You want to give me a hand getting ready for a load?"

"A hand?" Ruth mimed gripping and shaking her closed fist, making the nurse snort with a laugh. "I mean, that would be fine, but this will be quickest and easiest if, well..."

Watching the woman's eyes on the shelf of her prodigious bust was all the further information Ruth needed. She knelt down at the unoccupied side of the bed, the nurse giddily leaping up and sitting with Ruth between her legs. Ruth treated her to the slow, luxurious sight of slowly peeling up her tight top, lifting up the whole mass of her oversized breasts, then tugging one side and the other to let them fall one by one with a fleshy flop against her chest. She grabbed them, hands sinking in deeply, and began to bounce and slap them against each other, exulting in the woman's stare as they sloshed from side to side in heavy waves.

She dropped them down to smother the nurse's lap, feeling the boiling heat of the well-endowed woman's overactive ballsack pressing against the underside of her mounds. She jiggled them around again, soft skin sliding over the nurse's most sensitive parts, grinning as the girl writhed and bucked underneath her. She'd been underappreciating her breasts as a sexual force in favour of the other changes to her body, and she was enjoying drawing so much pleasure from her lover with just her mounds. She pushed them together, smothering the girl's shaft, rubbing and bouncing them in slow, deliberate motions. Up and down as a unit, then rolling the shaft back and forth, then in slow circles, all while hearing the nurse's breathing deepen and rattle until, after an unexpectedly short time, she suddenly shrieked and bucked up against Ruth's chest, shooting a fat rope of thick cum up into the air and across the stunned goddess. She shuddered and whined through each of the whole-body contractions that accompanied each surge of her orgasm, until she collapsed back with a luxuriant sigh, leaving Ruth sitting between her legs basted in her jizz. As soon as she managed to pick herself back up, her eyes went wide realising her mistake.

"Ohhh. Oh. Sorry. Um. I don't get a lot of warning. Can we... try again?"

Three more tries and a dozy, satisfied nurse later, they were finally able to give the girl her medicine and astonishingly, it did help her recover. Ruth left as the girl from her class was bending over the clinic desk in preparation for another load of revitalising cum, her breathing heavy and her skin sweating after tending to the greedy nurse's need for so long without any release herself. She briefly went to use the jewel to suppress her need, but then stopped, and looked around.

She could do whatever she wanted. She didn't have to hide anything. Privacy and shame were things the people around her either didn't have or didn't need, and she could take them away. It could be totally normal for someone to come around the corner and find an impossibly tall goddess jerking off her enormous cock. Or, she realised, grinning and gripping the jewel, it could still be shocking - but in a good way. She took a deep breath and stepped into the main university quad, extracting her erect shaft from its too-small prison and gently starting to stroke it in full view of three or four wandering students. Her command spread out from her and sank into their realities. She felt their eyes fix onto her, but there were no screams, no blushes, just... interest. Intrigue. Happy and reverential, as though they were appreciating her decision to jerk off in front of them, like sharing her body with them was a gift.

Staring, a man became bold enough to approach her, catching her eye as she pleasured herself. Already slight, he slimmed down even further, except for his hips, which expanded until they strained at his jeans, then pushed even further, the fabric painstakingly making way for an outrageously round rump and curvaceous hips. His hair cross-faded to a forest green, sprouting in waves from his head and growing fast enough to tumble down his back like it was being released from a hair tie. She stared at his newly-beautified face and outrageously curvy trunk, her hands moving faster, mouth open in hunger, before howling and loosing an immense load of spunk straight at him. He looked surprised but not unhappy as rope upon rope of her thick cum coated his face and slim chest, contentedly letting her glaze him with goopy love. The others in the quad looked on approvingly, clapping and cheering for him, then turning back to Ruth with admiration and hunger.

Ruth gripped the jewel, grinning as her cock throbbed back to hardness and the people approaching her began to transform as well. A short blond girl stretched upwards a little with each step she made towards Ruth. Her midriff emerged from underneath her shirt, her calves creeping out from under the cuffs of her jeans, her clothing tightening all over as her body expanded. Before she'd crossed half the quad she was closer to seven feet tall than six, the buttons of her blouse straining to hold breasts that swelled forward with every bounce. Ruth allowed her clothes to grow with her just at the point where her giant body threatened to burst every stitch, leaving the girl's demure blouse and sensible skirt a crop top and miniskirt that covered only the barest fraction of her as she continued to grow. She left tall behind and reached truly Amazonian, easily a foot above even Ruth's tremendous height with no sign of stopping. By the time she stood in front of Ruth, she would have been peering down from more than two feet above the top of Ruth's head - except for the fact that her gigantic breasts were blocking almost her entire view of anything directly in front of her. They were the size of beanbag chairs, held in place only by the few overstressed strips of fabric that were what remained of her blouse, a tiny crop top that just barely came down to below her nipples, meaning Ruth looked up into a vast field of wobbling underboob.

The remaining two were a couple who had strolled onto the quad holding hands, both of their gazes locking to Ruth's body. They pulled closer together as they watched her, holding each other tighter and tighter until it became apparent that they weren't just hugging, they were merging. Their bodies sunk into each other, heads sliding until they were side-by-side on the same set of shoulders. Their arms rearranged until they had two pairs on the one torso, though their legs merged entirely together leaving them with just the two. Her breasts expanded and took place on their newly shared chest, while his penis migrated to replace her clitoris in a new set of shared hybrid genitals. Their new body was curvaceous and feminine, save for nine inches of erect cock, and their four hands roamed all across it as they approached Ruth as well, two palming and squeezing their breasts while the other pair gently explored their dripping pussy and the pulsing meat extending out from above it.

The giantess walked behind Ruth, the back of her head and shoulders sinking into the massive mounds of her outsized tits, the girl's enormous hand wrapping around her cock. The conjoined couple climbed up, their pert butt gliding along the length of her shaft as well until she was sandwiched between the three. They took each of the giant girl's nipples into their mouths, using their lower two arms to squeeze and grope Ruth's breasts. The giant girl grinned and loosened her grip on Ruth's shaft, instead grabbing the conjoined couple's shared ass cheeks and squeezing them together, slowly pumping them along the pulsing meat. It didn't take long before Ruth approached the crest of her second orgasm, but not before the giantess pushed the conjoined couple forward, letting Ruth's dick swing up between them as the sensation gripped her mind and she started to cum.

Her lovers marvelled at the gouts of spunk that shot into the air at incredible velocity, arcing back down and splattering across the three of them leading to them locking their lips together to share it with one another. Ruth couldn't even pay attention to the sight as her orgasm completely robbed her of her ability to think. When she came to, though, her conjoined lovers had left their perch and were crouched next to the green-haired femboy, who was panting in almost pained lust as his testicles expanded. The smooth sack was swelling like a water balloon on a faucet, and after only a minute or two each orb was the size of a orange. Ruth watched in interest, until she realised that she'd never tried to make this change happen. Out of shock she touched the jewel with her mind and went to make it stop... and they continued to grow. Ruth was powerless to do anything about it as they grew until a pair of honeydew melon-sized testicles hung low and deeply from his crotch. Nobody else recognised anything wrong, of course, and both halves of the newly-joined couple were indulging in the boy-toy's newly expanded assets.

Something else was happening as they played with him, though. As if in response to their inability to play with him and entertain themselves at the same time, the flesh on the side of their torso, just below their armpits, began to ripple and then stretched out, forming a second pair of slender arms that rose up to grab and squeeze their breasts. They didn't seem surprised or upset by the change, and their arms moved as though they'd been moving four arms for their entire life.

Ruth considered it a little in her post-orgasmic haze, and then went cold. Reaching out with the jewel, she found herself unable to return their arms back to how they were either. Two changes had happened to other people without her command, and she couldn't do anything to put it back, despite knowing she was somehow responsible. She turned and sprinted out of the quad, leaving her lovers blinking in confusion for a moment before returning to each other.

Ruth grappled with the horrible feeling that she knew what was happening as she walked back to her car. She needed to test it. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bright-pink uniform, and within moments the Mobile Sexual Release Officer, a curly-haired redhead with wide hips and a squeaky voice, was bent over a bench, accepting the full length of Ruth's penis with ease - loud, shuddering ease, but ease nonetheless. Her own rigid length throbbed and lurched with each thrust of Ruth's cock inside her, and before long was pulsing long, thick jets of cum across the bench seat as she shuddered in high-pitched orgasmic bliss. Ruth's own release followed soon after, another of her ultra-powered, mind-breaking orgasms that never became less intense or even easier to deal with, leaving her spasming in useless stupor unloading a full half a litre of spunk into the public-use fucktoy. When she regained her senses, panting and sweating, still half-inside the futanari floozy, she looked down and gasped as she saw the girl's pale cheeks expanding before her eyes. Flesh swelled outwards in spasmodic waves until the bottom-heavy girl's already-ample rump had doubled in size.

She gripped the edges of the back of the bench, squealing in pleasure. One hand moved back and sunk into the flesh of one of her buttocks.

"P-please, spank mee! Smack my ass!"

She shook her hips from side to side, her cheeks wobbling and clapping, but Ruth was stepping back, her cock rapidly going flaccid, her breath harsh and cold in her chest. She was doing something - something she couldn't control. She turned and fled, leaving the sex officer wiggling and whining, not even going back to her car but running desperately until she burst back into the front door of her mansion and dropped to her knees, heaving with exhaustion and shaking in terror.

"Miss Schwarz?"

Ruth looked up and saw Marie advancing towards her, but from her vantage point on the floor she could only tell it was Marie because of her maid uniform. She couldn't see the girl's face past her enormous chest, even bigger than it had been that morning, projecting outwards in a shelf of tit and bouncing up and down in a weighty wave together with each clack of the girl's heels on the tiles.

Oh fuck. I've made her tits even bigger!

She rose up and pushed past Marie in rising panic, thudding up the stairs two at a time, wincing as her own oversexed body bounced and jiggled, burst into her bedroom and flopped down onto the bed.

I'm... this thing is contaminating people.

She turned over, looking down across her body - the body that she'd partially designed herself, but also that she'd had thrust upon her by the mercurial whims of the jewel. It wasn't that she was unhappy with it - in fact, in many ways it was more what she wanted than she'd been willing to admit to herself. Bigger, taller, sexier, more commanding, enormous breasts and the powerful erection rising out of the bottom of her too-small shorts...

She bit her lip, waving away the scant white denim and wrapping a hand around the base of her dick. She could keep it to herself. Just let the jewel change her, stop it from reaching anybody else. Stay here in this room and mould and play with herself forever. Watching her giant dick rise to hardness over the vast swell of her breasts was making that an attractive prospect. She started to pump, her left hand rising up to sink into the soft flesh of her chest, closing her eyes and letting herself fall into the exquisite pleasure of her jewel-born body.

Feeling the tension and anxiety wash away with her new decision was so good that she didn't even change herself, merely closing her eyes and stroking. Her reverie was only broken when she heard a throaty moan from between her legs and bolted upright to see Marie staring lustily at her over her newly-expanded sea of cleavage.

"Mmm, oh, yes please, madame. I am so 'ungry..."

Panic gripped Ruth's mind but it was too late - she was already so close, feeling the first tingles of her impending orgasm, and watching Marie's gigantic breasts bobble underneath her soft face with its thick, glistening lips was pushing her over the edge even with her arm flung desperately to the side. The pleasure gripped her mind and with horrid resignation, she shrieked and shuddered as she started to cum.

By the time she was conscious again, she opened her eyes to Marie, every visible inch covered in streaks of thick jizz, happily scooping it off her cleavage and licking it from her hands. Ruth panted, staring, waiting for the moment when Marie changed again, but by the time her buxom maid managed to diligently clean every drop into her mouth, nothing had changed. Marie saw Ruth staring, curled the corner of her mouth into a smile, and reached down to heave one of those mouth-watering breasts out of her uniform.

"Do you 'ave anuzzer meal for me, madame?"

Two more meals for the semen-addicted maid later, Ruth leaned back at her dining table with the sounds of kitchen work filtering behind her. Whatever strange effect had occurred from earlier seemed to have worn off - Marie didn't change a bit from her current state. If anything, she seemed even happier with her body now than she was before - she was taking every possible opportunity to tease Ruth with her new breasts as she cleaned, and Ruth now sat at the dinner table uncomfortably erect.

A door at the back of the room opened and Ginette walked out holding a silver tray. Her new job appeared to be suiting her mood well. She smiled, with a bounce in her step, though a small enough one to not send her weighty chest too out of control. She wore a chef's jacket with a large cowprint apron.

"Dinner's served, boss."

"Gin, you don't have to keep wearing cowprint for me, you know."

A small blush coloured her mocha cheeks. "It's not for you. I- I like it. The whole cowgirl thing is hot. Makes me feel like less of a freak. I don't really want to wear it outside, but if I can't wear it here, where can I? Although," she stopped, putting down the tray and gazing at Ruth's throbbing shaft, "it doesn't hurt that it does that to you. I like you enjoying the view of your sexy cowslut."

Ruth let out a little groan of delight while Ginette laid out the food, as well as a large jug dripping with condensation. "Now, I've kept a bunch of milk in the fridge for you, but I was thinking about it, and I thought you might want the choice of having it... on tap, as well."

She winked, pulling aside her chef's jacket and letting a heavy, pendulous breast flop out onto Ruth's shoulder. Ruth enjoyed the contrast between Marie's and Ginette's breasts- Marie's were high and firm, keeping far more of their shape than anything of that size deserved, while Ginette's hard-working matronly mounds held a sag and hang that created an absolutely delicious teardrop shape that only became more pronounced when they were full. Also, there was twice as much of them, so there was a tremendous sense of value. Ginette's nipples were also huge, thick, pebbly and hard-working, surrounded by massive dark-brown areolas that carried their own lactational topography. Marie certainly had large nipples but they were dwarfed in comparison to the inch-and-a-half wide, two-inch long knobs that graced Ginette's endowments. The one next to Ruth's face was dripping a steady stream of milk.

"I haven't pumped in a while. Please tell me you're thirsty."

That was how Ruth found herself sucking greedily from Ginette while the quad-breasted mutant shuddered and moaned, gripped in a lactation orgasm that ebbed and surged with each squirt of cream, stroking herself as she filled her stomach with breastmilk. The rest of Ginette's breasts pressed against her head and shoulders, squishing and filling space against each other delightfully, leaking rivulets of milk across her body. She let herself sink into a trembling sea of cowgirl titflesh and lavishly wrapped her hand around her cock. Ginette's hands kept moving towards it but would fall short between trying to navigate around her mounds and the periodic spasms of orgasmic pleasure that Ruth's nursing provided her. Halfway through switching to a second teat, Ruth's own orgasm surged, the nipple dropping from her mouth as the wave of paralysing pleasure crashed through her body, and by the time she began to stir from her post-cum coma Ginette was already heaving her breasts back into her jacket, wiping them off with a teatowel. Ruth smiled dozily until she felt her heart skip a beat.

Flesh was bulging against the jacket, even moreso than it had been before. As she buttoned up they visibly swelled up, the fabric pulling to drum tightness until it sat several inches further out than it had previously. Ginette turned to Ruth with wry smile, a tiny pair of pointed horns poking out from her curly hair.

"Well, I guess I can't rely on one person to keep these things completely drained, huh? Ten gallons a day is a bit much for even the thirstiest pervert."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's happening again?! What the fuck? I thought it stopped, I thought it stopped...

She turned and padded back into the kitchen, a small fur-tipped tail swishing above her buttocks. Ruth sat for a moment and leapt up from the seat, bounding out with long strides into the main hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms, where she found Marie fluffing the pillows on a guest bed. Marie turned with a surprised smile.

"Madame? What is the matter?"

Ruth looked her up and down. Aside from her expanded breasts, she couldn't see any other changes about her maid. She took in the maid's overripe body for a moment, then decided to take a risk.

"Marie, I was wondering if you felt like giving me a tittyfuck?"

Warped Reality (Part 3)

Ruth groaned. Her mouth was bone-dry, her head was pounding and every muscle in her body ached. Parts of her body that she shouldn't even have been able to feel were aching. She groped for the jewel in soporific stupor and concentrated as hard as she could, willing away the pain and the discomfort, letting herself recover enough to turn over in the bed and take stock of the morning.

While she'd removed some of the pain, her breasts were still aching, feeling heavy and tight. She groaned and looked down at herself, then pulled back against the head of the bed as she realised her skin was purple.

Not just purple in the way some people could become when they were cold. Purple like an eggplant. The entire expanse of her breast was the same deep purple, and the huge, thick caps of her nipples she could see over the curve were a bright magenta. She lifted her hand, the same purple colour, and gently squeezed her right breast. The feel of her skin was the same - softer, if anything, but the touch also brought a thrill of sensation and a squirt of warm, white liquid. She rolled forward and felt her breasts squish against her thighs, far lower than she expected, and with a questing hand found another pair of equally-large, equally-lactating mounds sitting below her original two.

Pressing them against herself brought another four squirts of milk and a surge of orgasmic sensation, making her yelp, and stirring life into her dick. She also felt a tug on her head, and realised that thick waves of pure-white hair were cascading down underneath her, trapped against the bed by her enormous butt. She shuffled from side to side to try to release it, and while she was able to free a large number of nine-foot strands of hair, she also accidentally slapped and bobbled her quad-stacked boobs against each other, leaving her panting and her penis rapidly approaching full erection, twitching and pulsing. She unthinkingly pulled her hands close to steady their motion and hissed with sensation as more milk squirted through her fingers.

Oh-okay, um. Let's see. You're purple now. You've got two extra tits and they're full of milk, and it feels really good when it comes out. In fact, they're absolutely crazy sensitive. You also really desperately want to jerk off right now.

She looked around for someone who may have been willing to lend her a hand, or a hole, and all she could hear was the hiss of the shower adjoining the dorm. Otherwise, the room was empty except for her. She shuffled back against the headboard, tits bouncing, squirting and sparking sensation straight into the centre of her brain, and let them droop to the sides of her torso to watch her cock rise up between them. It, too, was purple, with an acid magenta glans that was already beginning to leak strands of precum. It still worked perfectly, though, and if anything one hand stroking it and the other hand expressing sloppy streams of cream from one of her giant breasts was pleasure of an even greater height than normal - or at least what passed for normal for her over the last few days. Her fuchsia lips went slack, dick straining against both her muscles and her hand, her other hand groping even more fiercely at the jiggling flesh overwhelming her chest. She heard the shower shut off just as she felt herself approaching the crest of her orgasm, and the door click as she squealed, began to buck and shudder, and came hard.

While her orgasm wasn't as powerful as it had been with her hyper-sized testicles, it was stronger than it had been with her previous morning's body, particularly as it was accompanied by all four of her enormous breasts tightening and spraying high-powered streams of her thick milk across the bed. By the time her body was done with its spasms of pleasure, huge puddles of spunk and cream sat cooling on the floor, the bed, splattered across the walls and even a few dripping stalactites of it from the ceiling fixtures.

Lyra stepped out of the shower, a towel barely managing to wrap around his massive hips, and cast his eyes across the damage, licking his lips. "Wow. I see why they say you're some kind of goddess."

Ruth panted, still dripping, staring across at the feminine man as he removed his towel and revealed his outsized endowments. Ruth felt a surge of power as he did, and watched in horror as his testicles began to expand. He was totally clean, without a single trace of any of her fluids on him, but nevertheless the jewel's power was flowing into him and changing him. He fluffed the towel through his hair, giving Ruth full view as his balls grew out and down, finishing up at twice their already-absurd size. Clear fluid began to ooze from the end of his flaccid penis, rolling down the new curve of his scrotum, forming a stream fed by intermittent gouts of the stuff. He popped his head out from the towel, following Ruth's eyes, and pursed his lips.

"Yeah, uh, I don't stay clean for long. Th-that's okay, right? You look upset."

"What?" Ruth was taken aback by her own voice. It was both deeper and more musical, carrying a bizarre mix of overtones and undertones. "Oh, no, darling, no, you're fine. I just... I think I need to go do something."

His concern turned into a bratty pout. "Aww. Okay. I'll still be here if you ever want me. Any time."

Ruth rolled off the bed, wincing at the ongoing sensitivity of her bouncing breasts, and began trying to locate her clothes. She thought she'd gotten used to how her jugs shook and slapped against each other, but adding another pair made it exponentially worse, multiplying even the slightest movement into titty pinball with the additional problem of periodic discharges of lactate when they did, with the associated sparks of pleasure like little mini-orgasms.

"Uh. Mmph. Lyra, where-whoo, where are my clothes?"

"You brought clothes? You wear clothes?"

"I-" she stopped, and reconsidered. Of course she didn't. She probably had absolutely no need for modesty in this universe. She stood back up, taking deep breaths as her breasts stopped bouncing. "No, sorry, I wasn't thinking. Um. Okay. I guess I'll be going then."

She stepped outside into the open air, taking a deep breath and moving off towards her house, attempting to shut the insistent bouncing of her new breasts out of her mind, ignoring the small splashes of milk she was leaving on the cobblestone path. This was not a body built for mobility. This wasn't a body built for anything but sex. Also, while she might have been trying to ignore the sensations, her genitals absolutely weren't, and within a few minutes of walking she was steel-hard, her cock extending to its full foot-and-a-half length and bobbing and bouncing up and down and side-to-side in front of her. Every eye around her was on her, every face an expression of absolute worship and desire. She left trails of stares as she made her way back home, eventually leading a pied piper procession of stunned bystanders who couldn't bear to let her out of their sight.

Ruth noted that among dozens of "ordinary" people there were a decent number of people with a variety of the bizarre sexual mutations she'd begun inflicting on humanity a few days ago. Some were reasonably subtle - merely excessively huge breasts, or a visible bulge in someone's pants, but some were far more pronounced. Whether it had happened before, or as a result of that morning's transformation, she wasn't sure, but the changes she'd woven into her class from yesterday had expanded their way out at least into the population of the campus - along with a noticeable number of Mobile Sexual Release Officers at work.

It did not take her as long as she'd expected to see her house. It looked as though it had partially merged with the university campus, as well as being much bigger. There was no reasonable way that she still should have been able to recognise it as her house, or even call it a house, but the knowledge settled comfortably into her mind. It had taken on parts of the university's architecture, although it didn't have the constant stream of visitors that the other half of the campus seemed to. It did, however, have a number of people outside in a public square taking pictures.

They turned as she approached, a sudden susurrus of recognition popping up from the crowd, accompanied by flashes and the snap of smartphone cameras. Discomfort flared for a moment, vestigial traces of self-consciousness over her public nudity, until she realised she wasn't a sideshow, she was a spectacle. She reared back, thrusting out her chest and pointing one foot forward, taking a deep breath that caused her chest, glistening with trails of lactation, to rise up and bounce enticingly for her adoring public. The anxiety receding, she drank in the gasps and various noises of appreciation, letting them feed into the pulses of sensation being delivered from every part of her new body.

Looking around she saw it wasn't just a crowd. There were stalls. Merchandise - particularly adult examples of it, in a number of shades of purple and white like her skin and hair. These people weren't just here for the university. They were here for her. Fascinated by her body, her sexuality. The effect she'd built into her presence yesterday, the shocked reverence for her, was still around, and if anything stronger. Strong enough to make her house into some sort of tourist attraction. A magenta lip curled into a smile as her discomfort died away completely and left, in its place, a powerful urge to show off. If they're here for a show, she thought, gently beginning to wrap one hand around her desperately pulsing penis, let's give them a show.

A hush fell over the crowd as her moan rolled across them. Her fingers danced up and down the length of her pole, strong enough to tug the pliant skin but delicate enough to move quickly and smoothly. Her eyes passed across the faces around her, staring in rapt silence as she indulgently stroked herself. She soon added a second hand to cope with her body's demands to stroke harder, faster, bring herself closer to orgasm, fluids dripping from each of her four bouncing, heaving breasts and from the fat pulsing head of her cock. Her breathing caught on itself, each one coming more desperately and making her chest heave even more, sending her mounds colliding even harder off each other, adding the fleshy slap to the cacophony echoing through the square.

She could see the effect she was having on them, not just the stunned adoration, but growing signs of intense arousal. She could see the flush in people's cheeks, beading sweat, hooded eyes, heaving bosoms, tight trousers and wiggling hips. She watched hands wandering, not just across their own bodies, but over to others, slipping across the breasts of the person next to them, coming to rest on the crotch of the person behind them. People pulled each other into tentative embraces, small, sensual kisses, then full-on frenzied makeouts, all still ensuring to keep at least one eye on Ruth. Before long the whole square had devolved into a gigantic orgy, piles of writhing flesh all attempting to sate each other's needs, normal and transformed alike. People seemed heedless of the exact nature of their partners, simply grabbing whoever was closest to them at the time their urges overpowered them, adding more as it seemed convenient or pleasurable. Faced with the erotic buffet in front of her, Ruth felt her pleasure mount, then surge, then shrieked an almost otherworldly shriek as she began to blast gouts of cum all over the entire area in front of her. She fell backwards, her ass leaving a crack in the concrete, as her cock lurched out of control. Her breasts joined in the action as well, spraying torrents of milk in every possible direction.

She laid back and let her body spend itself, then sat panting and heaving as her brain slowly rebooted. As she came to, she realised that a small figure was standing above her, a hand on its hip. Her eyes swam back into focus and she realised it was Cotton, holding a clipboard, with an amused expression on her tiny face. She wore the world's most pornographic labcoat, and nothing else but the labcoat. It just managed to button across her breasts and went down to just below her vulva, showing off massive amounts of cleavage and her smooth, thick legs. The only other clothes on her body were a pair of black heels.

"Sorry to break up your fun, Ruth, but it's time for work."

"W-work?" She stuttered her reply but Cotton had already turned on her heel and walked off, leading to Ruth pulling herself up and stumbling after the diminutive professor, past still-fucking piles of people covered in streaks of her fluids.

"I know your brain recovers faster than that, Ruth. We've tested it, remember? We're testing everything about you and these bizarre phenomena that seem to follow you. You can't spend your whole day fucking tourists."

They went inside the university section of the dual complex, through familiar but strangely alien hallways, until they reached what Ruth dimly recognised as Cotton's classroom, only the door now was a set of large steel double doors with magnetic locks. Cotton passed a fob over a panel next to them and they swung open with a hydraulic hiss, allowing the pair to move through into a room the same dimensions as the gymnasium as yesterday, but with the pads and cushions augmented with monitors and medical equipment. It was empty, though, and Cotton turned around with an impish grin. She unbuttoned the couple of buttons heroically holding back her chest, releasing up a tidal wave of flesh that surged forward and to the sides of her torso. Ruth stared open-mouthed as her professor-cum-researcher's breasts sloshed into position, the tiny girl giggling at the response.

"You never get tired of that, do you? Okay, darling, time for work."

Cotton strode forward, gently pushing Ruth back and down against a plush pile of cushions. She sat her huge rump down in Ruth's lap, Ruth's cock standing solidly up between her thick thighs. Cotton wrapped both of her hands around it, cocking her head to the side to stare up at Ruth's eyes.

"You're so big. This thing comes up past my fucking ribcage, I can't get over it, no matter how many times I see it!"

She demonstrated this fact for a moment, pulling it back against her body and comparing its length to that of her, admittedly short, torso. She rubbed it against herself a little bit, then pulled it even harder, letting the plush flesh of her pelvis and stomach squish against it before she wiggled. The wiggling pulled the skin of Ruth's cock from side to side, making it lurch against Cotton's hands, leaving her struggling to keep it held in place.

"Mmm, down, girl. Don't get too excited, we've got fun things planned for you! I'm thinking maybe... Some titties?"

Cotton let the shaft go and gathered up her breasts in her hands, to the extent she could given the way they attempted to slide out of her grip, and pressed them together against Ruth's cock. They sloshed up and down against each other in wobbling waves, lubricated by the gouts of fluid Ruth produced with every lurch of her penis, a warm, wet, pillowy-soft tunnel of pure pleasure wielded by one of the world's top authorities on sex. Ruth thumped the cushions next to her as her other hand ran its way through her perfect white hair, trying to find something to cling to as her brain floated away on pure sensation. Cotton manipulated her oversized chest with incredible skill, sliding and rubbing and squeezing in exactly the right spots to drive Ruth further and further down the path towards her orgasm at rapid speed.

Her moans began to crescendo, the bizarre overtones harmonising with each other until it sounded like a chorus of voices were all joining together in peals of delight. Cotton maintained her focus, although the flush in her cheeks and the fixated gaze in her eyes betrayed far more than just a casual interest in Ruth's climax.

"Cum for me, Ruth. I want to see one of those gigantic, earth-shattering, godlike orgasms. I want you to coat me head to toe in cum." Cotton's expression had moved on even further, from clinical focus to lusty thirst to what now seemed to be a sort of dreamy fugue, her eyes unfocused, breathing slowing to a tranquil torpor. "Please, cum for me like you know we all desire. B-bless me. Bless me with your seed."

Ruth howled, her hips rising up into the air even against the weight of Cotton's breasts, the height of her thrust bringing with it a tremendous surge of thick semen that didn't so much jet as it did gush towards the ceiling, turning in midair in sloppy, weighty ropes before falling back down and across the top of Cotton's head with an audible, momentous slap. Cotton fell back in silent awe, letting Ruth continue to heave vast ropes of cum across her body, sitting near motionless save for the uncontrollable bouncing and jiggling of her plump curves, until she was almost totally coated in slime.

The pair lay panting for a minute, until Cotton picked herself up, shuddering in pleasure, her body beginning to change under the varnish of sperm. Her watermelon-sized mounds began to slowly expand, creeping out in front and to the sides, the lowest curves advancing further down her torso, no longer merely huge but inhumanly enormous, vast fleshy pendulous hillocks that dominated her entire body with their bulk. Her nipples had initially just expanded to keep pace with the rest of her breasts, but as they grew larger their shape began to change, spreading out at the sides and flattening somewhat, forming not a single thick peak but two fat ridges of soft pink skin surrounding a deep depression. Cotton opened her mouth to moan and her nipples moved as well, spreading apart slightly, stretching the skin inbetween them which sank even further into the curve of her breast until the bottom was no longer visible, her breasts now crowned by what were clearly a pair of huge, thick-lipped, glistening mouths. In shape they were the twins of the mouth on her face, but were much larger, and strings of thick drool bridged them when they opened. Cotton stretched back, licking her lips, and a pair of tongues joined the same action across her chest, huge slabs of muscle that promised strength and pleasure. She noticed Ruth staring at her, and grinned, lightly shaking her chest to send her tits bounding from side to side with considerable momentum.

"You still can't get over these, can you? Even a goddess can be surprised, I guess, when it's the only pair of lip-nipples in the entire world."

She squatted down, pushing up her hanging breasts against her thighs so she could reach her hands down to her lipples, gently brushing her hands against them and moaning lightly as they kissed and licked back, before rolling forward and letting them thump against the floor, breastflesh rolling and bounding towards Ruth until one of Cotton's lipples could rest against the heavy weight of Ruth's scrotum. It immediately lolled its tongue out, pulling an entire testicle inside itself and beginning to noisily suckle it while the tongue lashed against the loose bottom of Ruth's sack.

Ruth's penis had been flagging but immediately pulsed and began to throb back to hardness, joined by a choral moan from the purple-skinned beauty. Cotton shuffled around, pivoting on the centre of mass of her right breast while heaving her left to the side with her, grunting with effort, and dropped it on Ruth's lap, sending her sprawling backwards with her cock trapped between her stomach and Cotton's breast. She immediately felt Cotton's lipple begin to kiss and suck her shaft, huge, fat, wet presses of the giant lips that simulated huge lengths of even her enormous penis which, combined with the stimulation underneath it, had the stirrings of orgasm surging up back inside her again. She allowed herself to sink back into the sensation, so lost in what Cotton's new transformations were doing to her, held down by the pressure of the weight of her breast, that she didn't hear the door click open until she was ready to cum, too late to notice Alan had walked in as well. She blew her load straight up against her body, squirting out of the seal Cotton's breast made with her body across her four breasts and her face, straining against her own weight and Cotton's as she attempted to buck and cum.

Alan squatted down next to the pair, extracting his rapidly-hardening fourteen inches and huge overfull balls from out of his slacks, while the power of the jewel washed over him as it radiated from Ruth's body. His cock began to expand, in length but particularly in width, rapidly fattening across until it had more than doubled in girth for only a few extra inches of length. He grunted, and it flexed and then divided down the middle, splitting from the tip down, forming two shafts that splayed to either side, the inner sides ballooning up to match the outer sides until they were two identical cocks, the same width as his original one but much longer. Underneath, his scrotum skin surged outwards, loose and billowing, to make space for more orbs that began to pop into existence inside it and grow until the vast sack was filled with six or seven cantaloupe-sized testicles.

"Good morning, Mr. Brightwell." Cotton spoke to Alan with a bizarre casual relaxation, as if they were discussing sports over the water cooler. "How was your night?"

"Busy, Cotton. Wasn't able to find any companions for the evening and Ruth's maid was busy so I had to take care of myself all night. My hands started cramping."

"Oh, I know, Alan. Six hours on, ten minutes off, that's your stamina."

"The six hours isn't the issue, I don't have to go that long, it's the needing to do it six or seven times in a row every every hour that's the issue." He sighed as his testicles audibly gurgled. Cotton looked aside at him, at the twin shafts of pulsing meat, and licked her lips. Her lipples followed along with the motion.

"I could help relieve some of that dreadful pressure for you. As a caring supervisor, of course. Can't have my research students distracted by having their huge heavy balls churning with loads of piping hot spunk, can we?"

Alan smirked at her, but sat back against another cushion, letting Cotton heave her tits over into his lap, industriously positioning them so that his two cocks were able to perfectly slide into the wet, warm embrace of her tits. They sucked and slurped with incredible pressure, even able to pull the her boobs up against his cocks on suction alone, setting up rippling waves of flesh as they sloshed back and forth, Alan shuddering and settling back as Cotton calmly worked on him.

Ruth returned to consciousness again and sat up, seeing Cotton sucking off her friend's double-dicks with the enormous mouths that had replaced the nipples on the end of her gigantic breasts. She realised that her magic, the jewel's magic, had contaminated Alan as well. She couldn't be around people or she'd transform them - unless she stopped cumming, which she could already tell was absolutely not possible with her body and its needs. She thought for a moment of the crowd outside, and someone else being cursed with a new transformation every time she jerked herself off. Her heart skipped and, with Cotton still industriously draining Alan dry, she stood up and fled out the door.

She ran. She ran out into the courtyard, out of the university, past the crowds of shocked tourists, barely even aware of how her dick or breasts bounced, only focused on reaching her car - which she did in huge strides. Where her roadster had sat now was a large SUV - more than likely to account for her new size. She leaped in, butt sliding across smooth leather, slammed the door shut and pulled out, tearing off onto the road, not daring to slow down until she'd left the towers of the city behind.

The city turned into countryside, which slowly turned into more wild wilderness, set on the shore of a huge lake. She pulled up right at the lake, stumbling out of the car, her feet sinking down into the wet sand, and grabbed the jewel from the thong around her neck. She was immediately assaulted with a vision of what she'd looked like mere days ago - scrawny, sexless, ugly. She looked down at herself, her beautiful, sensual, desirable, pleasurable body. A goddess, they'd all called her. Was she willing to give that up just to stop changing the people around her? Did their comfort with themselves matter more than hers?

Growling, she hurled it as far as she could, right into the deepest heart of the lake, then fell back, panting. She half expected to feel her changes melt away, to feel herself shrink back to the Ruth she'd done her best to destroy, but nothing happened aside from the slow gentle rising of the heat of arousal inside her that was taking over as the panic receded. She heard feet crunching on the sand as her penis began its ascent back to full erection, and turned her head to see a pink-clad Mobile Sexual Release Officer, her own futanari dick rigid against her tiny shorts, enormous breasts nearly falling out of her crop top, but in her hands-

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I believe this belongs to you?"

Ruth's heart sank. It was the jewel. No longer attached to any sort of necklace or strap but sitting unadorned, just blazing with its galaxy-purple fire in the bright coastal sun.

"N-no, that isn't mine."

The blond sexcop stood puzzled for a moment, then grinned. "No, ma'am, you're mistaken. This is yours! Please take it back!"

She shoved it into Ruth's hands, who groaned and allowed her fingers to wrap around it again, the aura of power from the thing flowing back into her, but this time with a satisfied, almost smug overtone to the feeling. The MSRP girl stepped back, smiling, and then looked down to where Ruth's giant cock was pulsing hard and dripping precum.

"Oh my! Please allow me to assist you with that as well!"

Ruth, focused as she was on the return of the jewel, barely noticed what the girl was doing until she felt a long, slow lick up the underside of her cock.

"N-no, don't, y-you-ooohhh..."

MSRP officers were good at what they did, and within seconds the tip of her dick was in the girl's mouth and that massive, soft, smooth pair of breasts were wrapped around the shaft. She tried a few more times to protest but each time was punctuated by another pump of her tits or ducking her head as far down the shaft as she could and before too long her mind was wiped clean by another of her supernaturally amplified orgasms, only coming to as the officer already began to change.

Her breasts were expanding even as she attempted to heave them back into her too-tight top, first merely stretching it out to absurdity, and soon completely overflowing the garment, making her cast it aside with a shrug, lifting, squeezing and slapping her breasts together experimentally. However, the area where her uniform had been covering them still remained with a pink tinge to her skin, like the top had been sucked inwards into her chest. From there, it began to spread out, up and down her body in a slow, steady wave, until before long every inch of her perfect skin was a bright, hot pink. She pouted her lips, which began to darken, along with her hair, until they were a grape purple, followed by her nipples, and possibly other less visible parts of her body.

Ruth growled, and hurled the jewel off the cliff again, before turning back around to inspect the damage that had been done to the bright-pink futanari. It wasn't much, apparently, especially judging by a tattooed pip on her shoulder that indicated she was now a higher rank. This couldn't keep going on, though. While she was inspecting the officer, she heard a cough from behind her, and turned around to see another MSRP officer, this one short, impressively wide and clearly failing to contain a much bigger dick. In her hands-

"Excuse me, ma'am, I think you dropped this?"

The tyres of the electric SUV crunched on the dirt of the mountain path as Ruth tore up and as far away from the city as she could, putting more distance between herself and the MSRP officers, still clutching the jewel. She couldn't be around people any more. She couldn't keep transforming them. If she couldn't control the jewel, and couldn't get rid of it, her only alternative was to keep it safe and secure. The only other solution would be never having another orgasm for the rest of her life - and she knew deep inside herself that was not going to happen.

She found a valley some way up the mountain, enough space for her to extend the jewel out and will a wood cabin into being - far smaller than her house, of course, but luxurious by any normal standard, and appropriately sized for her height. She moved inside, past a cozy living room with enormous wooden-frame sofas covered in plush cushions in front of a roaring wood fire, and poked her head into her bedroom, with a similarly huge and rustic four-poster bed covered in knit blankets. She flopped backwards on the bed, landing heavily into the plush feather mattress, and sighed, feeling the anxiety starting to melt away. This wasn't so bad. She could live with this - like this. She didn't need other people. The jewel glinted on her side table when she rolled to look at it, her tits slapping heavily against each other. She certainly didn't need other people if she could amuse herself in an infinite number of ways with her own body. Watching a slow trickle of milk ooze out of a nipple from the contact gave her an idea.

Gently brushing the jewel, she sent a command into her body. Heat immediately bloomed into her breasts, accompanied by a faint gurgle, and the faint stream of milk suddenly strengthened, squirting out across the blankets nearly to the far wall. She heaved herself back up against the back of the bed, her nipples still leaking heavily but not nearly enough to compensate for the additional milk she was filling them with. She moaned as they grew tight and even heavier, swelling up and out as her lactate built up inside them. They spread across the bed as the tightness surged and receded, filling up, growing to compensate, and then filling up again in wave after wave that left her whining, sweating and panting, her cock painfully erect between the weighty mounds. Within only a few minutes of growth she grunted as she felt one of her breasts fall off the side of the bed with a flump and continue to spread. She grabbed the jewel in her fist and concentrated again, then screamed as her breasts surged forward even faster, hard streams of milk squirting from her enormous, overworked nipples, saturating everything around her before the advancing tide of breastflesh crushed it to splinters.

From outside the cabin, nothing would have seemed strange for a moment, until one would have been able to hear deep groaning and creaking, and then a tremendous cacophony of cracking and crunching. Out of one of the windows, grape purple skin started bulging out of the windows, before crumpling the wall outwards and breaking it down, then smothering it as the purple tide advanced. In the other direction, the roof began to collapse as load-bearing walls were demolished, then swept aside by tight waves of tit and carried away by floods of creamy milk. Before too long the entire house had been reduced to rubble by four gigantic purple breasts, each one spraying vast amounts of white fluid that leaked in rivers to the sides of the valley and then down the mountainside.

They sat motionless for a few minutes, save for the loud rumbling and gurgling issuing from inside them, before they began to shift and separate. From inside the piles of tit Ruth's head emerged, followed by her shoulders, expanding up and outwards as she grew her body up to match the new size of her breasts. She stretched her arms up towards the sky, almost appearing to be diving upwards out of her breasts, then grunted as she stood up, heaving the weight along with her, until she towered over the clearing at a full thirty feet. Her curves were impossibly vast, horizons of smooth purple skin, and her penis was a mighty twelve-foot trunk that swung with ponderous momentum with each lurch of her pelvic muscles. She sat back down on the remains of her cabin, a minor tremor reverberating through the valley, ass and tits all slowly sloshing and shaking with incredible force.

She reached between the forest of flesh in front of her and gripped her cock with both hands, a deep, low moan rolling from her giant throat as she began to stroke and echoing for miles. Her enormous body was slow, far slower than she would normally have stroked herself but contained enormous strength, each pump of her hands long, deliberate and powerful. She wanted to stroke faster and bring herself to completion sooner, but the physics of her giant body forebode anything but those long, slow strokes that teased her mercilessly, building the anticipatory sensation of orgasm to the point where she was nearly howling with the need to cum, but completely unable to move any faster and finish herself off.

As she felt herself getting closer and closer to the magic moment, a small sound filtered into her awareness. It was a voice. Small, faint, but nevertheless, a voice, calling out from further down the mountain.

"The noises were coming from up here! And there was that hint of purple we saw in the telescope! She's up here, guys, I swear."

Ruth would have gone cold if it wasn't for her impossibly revved-up libido. Hikers. Three of them, further down the mountain. Looking for her. There was no way she was going to be able to stay away from them, or from anyone else. Even out here in the middle of nowhere people would find her.

She also had another, more immediate problem. The hikers were close enough that if she kept going, and finally unleashed herself, one of them was going to change. The problem was that she didn't even know if she could stop - or maybe she could, and just didn't want to. Her long-sought orgasm was right at the edge, and was one more change really so bad when she needed to cum this badly?

The justifications ran thick and fast in her head as the orgasm buzzed at the edge of her consciousness. It wasn't as if any of the people she'd transformed were unhappy. Some of them were much, much happier. The strong likelihood was that these hikers, hikers out to try to find her, be near her, to take her power into them, would accept their new bodies as a gift. Why deny them that, just for the sake of not indulging herself? It simply wouldn't be fair.

Ruth's arms continued to move up and down, slowly, still unable to move any faster against their own ponderous inertia, but she was committed now. She was finishing. She desperately pumped, muscles straining against her size, attempting to wring out every last drop of haste she could from her ponderous body. It was only right as the hikers turned a corner in the trail they were following, coming into full view of Ruth's titanic form, stopping and standing in mute awe, that a roar rose from the very depth of Ruth's lungs and, echoing through the entire valley at ear-splitting volume, Ruth finally came.

Or, at least, she started to cum. The physics of her size being what they were, it actually took several minutes of her muscles flexing, straining and pumping to even rally that amount of fluid into position, and then a full minute of those muscles tightening to the point of total agony before she was finally able to ejaculate.

She didn't shoot, exactly. What she did, though, was gush. A tremendous flood of pearl-white spunk burst from the end of her cock but didn't fly off, instead falling down heavily, stringing from her shaft for a minute until it hit the ground with a tremendous wet slap and began to slowly ooze down towards the hikers. She howled, and another, even larger deluge of cum joined the first lot and pulling it wards the hikers even faster. Lurch by lurch the tide of cum turned into a river, a thick semenclastic flow that gradually moved its way towards the hikers. Her cock pulsed again, drawing a deep yelp out of her, accompanying an even larger surge of cum that splashed into the river that was already there, pushing it forward and enveloping the hikers in a wave of goo.

Almost immediately they all began to transform. All three had the backs of their pants or shorts rip apart to accommodate first a huge expansion of their rumps and thighs, that soon turned into an extending column of flesh that unfolded into a second pair of legs, giving them a long, four-legged lower body like a second torso was leaning forward at the hips and attached at the buttocks. The lead hiker, a slim dark-haired man with coppery skin, groaned as his cock slowly retreated back inside him, replaced by smooth skin revealed when the remnants of his shorts fell away from his thighs.

Its retraction, though, was matched by the growth of another between his rear legs, matched and considerably more. He moaned, back legs trembling, as the shaft inched forward and began to droop under its own erect weight.

The other man in the group, brown-skinned, bleached blond, groaned as not two, not four, but six mounds budded on his chest, each of them soon swelling up into fat, soft, pendulous breasts that grew rapidly, capped with bulging areolas and enormous wide pebbly nipples. Beneath the stacked breasts, at the bottom of his abdomen, a pink bulge started to form and rapidly grew to match and exceed the growth of his breasts while replacing his cock, four other bumps forming at the end of it until it was clearly a large and still-swelling udder above a puffy vulva with a thick clitoris.

Behind her, joining the blond hair that was taking on the colour of her dye as it cascaded from her head and rapidly-beautifying face, more breasts were forming along the underside of her rear torso, eight in total, along with another udder brushing against her rear thighs that, bent over as they were, were permanently presenting her second swollen, sodden pussy.

The third hiker, a redheaded girl, gasped as her front clitoris tightened and expanded outwards, her pussy mound rapidly becoming crowned by a ten-inch cock, throbbing and glistening with juice. The same happened to the one at the rear of her body, only this one grew twice as thick over the same time, soon splitting with a sharp organic noise into two equally-sized shafts that spread out to either side.

The first hiker stepped back, grinning at the size of his newfound endowment, feeling fat testicles swelling into place behind it slap against his rear legs, but his brow knit as his cock continued to grow. It grew fatter, and longer, and heavier, still rock-hard and throbbing, until it protruded out from between his front legs the width of his thigh with no sign of slowing.

Similarly, the blonde behind him was finding the new mounds that dotted her body continuing to grow as well, the six-stack of breasts down her front each now bigger than a basketball, topping an udder twice even that size. Her breasts and udder on her underside were of similar size, rapidly filling the available real estate between her four legs with constantly bobbling and jiggling masses of flesh. The sensation buzzed up her spine each time her soft skin dragged against itself, and multiple breasts and udders were rubbing against others every time she moved.

The last hiker had sat backwards on her butt, rear legs spread out and front legs bent as though she was sitting in a chair, twin four-foot cocks projecting to either side atop a loose scrotum filled with multiple heavy, tight testicles, and the third cock projecting from between her front legs up to the level of her neck. She hadn't touched any of them yet, just staring in shock and unbelievable pleasure as they pulsed and grew.

Ruth watched silently for a moment from her vantage point, after recovering from her orgasm, and shrunk herself back down and picked her way down to where the hikers sat, still transforming in the river of cum she'd created. The lead hiker's dick was now fat enough to take up the entirety of the space between his legs, a pair of testicles each the size of a smart car dragging behind him, his face locked in desperation as he tried to drag his legs and body along eight feet of dick to try and stimulate it enough to cum. The second hiker was totally immobile, her under-breasts so large that her legs kicked in midair as they lifted her off the ground, all of them now leaking a heavy stream of milk. The last hiker was moving her hands back and forth between her three cocks, gushing precum in thick streams, unable to settle on one or even two to actually jerk off, as the size and quantity of the testicles feeding them increased by the second. Ruth sighed and turned away, conjuring up a way for her get back home.

It was late and night and pitch-black by the time she got back home. The crowds were still around, though, camping out, and a buzz went through them as Ruth arrived back, accompanied by lights and flashing of camera phones. She strode past their stunned faces, although a part of her, the part particularly concerned by the pressure in her milk-laden tits and steel-hard cock, wanted to stay and partake in the buffet of flesh, but she just wanted to be back in her own house.

There were instantaneous dual squeals when she stepped in the door, and Marie and Ginette both threw themselves at her in a joint hug that was 90% boob.

"Madame! You came back!"

"Ruth, we thought you were gone!"

Ruth ran two of her hands through their hair, sighing again. "I'm sorry girls, I just... I have some problems that I thought I could run away from."

Marie squeezed her tighter. "We can 'elp you!"

Ruth shook her head. "No, you can't. But it's okay. We'll have to see how it goes."

The girls kept squeezing her tight, and Ruth became uncomfortably aware of exactly how hard she was, and the way her breasts were leaking against them. Marie looked up at her with her big, dark-lined eyes, practically drooling over her scent.

"Madame, I am so 'ungry. P-please, can I-"

Ruth's shoulders slumped, knowing what was inevitable. She nodded, sat down on one of the living room couches, and held her cock horizontally from the bottom of the shaft for Marie's access. As Marie knelt in front of her and pushed her lips to the tip, Ginette sat beside Ruth, offering one of her breasts to the huge woman's mouth.

"Ruth, um. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I haven't pumped in a while... I thought you might be hungry..."

Ruth suckled the thick mound into her mouth, Ginette shrieking for a moment as the pleasure hit and then managed to get on top of it, though her breathing rattled and her face flushed as Ruth nursed from her. Sweet cream flowed into Ruth's mouth, sliding gloriously down her throat, letting her sink back in pleasant calm as Marie worked away at her from below, sliding her own even larger breasts up and down the lubricated pole and suckling and kissing it as much as she was able with its enormous size.

Ruth's lovers moaned and heaved their bodies against her, a huge tangle of pillowy warmth, breast rubbing against breast from all directions, Ruth still greedily feeding from Ginette while Marie became even more insistent about her work, pushing up further to let Ruth's dick nestle between her mounds, tit-fucking it with her entire torso while still able to reach it with her mouth and tongue. She squealed with happiness as she heard Ruth start to choke on Ginette's nipple and felt the cock lurch between her boobs, backing off her motion for a moment to let it keep throbbing and finally start to shoot, cum gushing up into the air and spraying down across her face and the vast shelf of her cleavage.

On pure instinct she kept nursing even in the brain-blank her orgasm left her with, and as Marie staggered backwards, shovelling spunk into her mouth, Ruth didn't even notice as Marie's breasts surged outwards and downwards with each mouthful. New flesh appeared into existence by the second, the girl's already outrageous chest rapidly leaving beachballs behind as she gorged herself, getting big enough that from her kneeling position in front of Ruth she was pulled forward onto massive, spreading pillows of breast that were pushing her up from the ground. Her arms spread out across their surface as she rose up, sinking comfortably into the warm embrace, until she sat enveloped in her cleavage in a cum-drunk daze.

Ruth was still drinking when she came to, Ginette having switched to another breast to drain them evenly, one that put her hand within reach of Ruth's cock while she nursed. She started stroking it, already back to full erection despite her orgasm, cradling Ruth's giant head with her other hand , breathing heavily but calmly as her day's tightness finally receded. By the time Ginette had changed to a third breast, Ruth was thrashing and moaning again, choking on the flow of cream while making her own flow of cream up and out towards the far wall of the living room.

Ginette's horns grew longer and larger, poking out of her thick dark hair. Her ears began to expand, flatten and droop down, gaining a small layer of fuzz. She leaned back against the couch to make room as the bottom of her stomach slowly began to bloat. Four dark bumps appeared on the surface of the bloating flesh, the darkness spreading out, until she was left with a soft mocha mound the size of a basketball covered in four thick, five-inch long teats nestled in chocolate-brown areolas, like someone had tried to build a cow's udder out of a human breast. She reached down and tugged on one of the teats, moaning as a sharp stream of milk squirted out of it, then grabbed another and began slowly letting the pressure out of her new organ. Ruth barely noticed, hanging on the edge of consciousness, until finally she collapsed back under exhaustion and the weight of her day.