Unreal Creation
by Tosaku no Kishi

Chapter 1

It was a literal bloodbath. Everywhere she turned revealed more bodies in various states of decay, all horribly injured in similar ways, usually bludgeoned by a giant hammer of some sorts. The one responsible stepped toward her, towering hundreds of feet high amidst buildings not even suitable to be its shoes. Bodies and viscera squelched between its toes, all twenty of them spread among four human legs attached to a pair of torsos melded into one another. It might’ve been female, given the face-obscuring chest it sported, but a huge shape hung from its crotch, censored by a thong made of dark leather. Not that its gender mattered when it loomed over Destiny with intent to squash her.

Or that’s what she thought would happen as she readied her pitiful great sword. There weren’t many options for guns or even archery since everyone claimed them first, but that suited her fine. She’d hack at its ankles until it bled out.

Her plan went up into the clouds as the giant grabbed her. It squeezed and she dropped the weapon, leaving her defenceless but for the leather armour. Air thinned out as she crested nearby skyscrapers and got her first look at the behemoth’s face. It had some sense of decency, as a corset girded its chest, not that it did much when what could’ve been a hundred feet of cleavage wobbled beneath her. The globes even jiggled from the giant’s breathing.

Destiny looked everywhere in hopes of a savour. Anything would do, even a stray bird striking the giant’s eye, though nothing came. It lifted her closer, changing grips so it only held her between its thumb and index finger, until all she could see was its visage - an otherwise beautiful womanly face - then grinned and unfurled a massive tongue, which passed over her front. Destiny covered herself as the saliva dissolved her armour.

What was this thing doing? Did it only eat naked people? For that matter, why was it only doing this to her? Because she was the last one left? Had to be. Although that couldn’t be the case, since other raids had fought this thing and no one said anything of this.

Her attempt at covering herself was thwarted as it easily plucked her hands from her breasts and crotch. The tongue came back and started at her legs, slowly dragging up. Her skin tingled where it touched her, and for a moment she feared she’d be treated to a graphic digestion of herself, but as it came over her groin and made her jerk in startling, horrific pleasure, she knew it wouldn’t be that. If anything, it seemed the creature was getting more invested in her.

A loud ripping sound tore apart the otherwise serene air. She looked down and there it was, a humongous phallus.

“Nope! Quitting out. Why the fuck do I always get these games?” Destiny groaned and uninstalled the latest in a long line of Indie, fetish games she’d received. It wasn’t that she had a big problem them, after all some were entertaining and even had decent gameplay, but she didn’t play games to get horny and lose her day off masturbating all the time. She was at fault really, choosing to play a game called ‘Giantess Smashing Day - Sexy Human-Taur Rampage: Stop Her!’. Some people just weren’t creative with names.

The worst part was, despite its niche nature, she was damp. It was that level of arousal between stoic and outright horny, not quite past the point where she hit ‘fuck it’ and wasted the day in bed. She didn’t have a problem with it. Sometimes, masturbation was exactly what she needed after a week of work dealing with customers that somehow thought she was basically their slave, but she could do that in the evenings. Day off’s were few and far between, the only chance for her to catch up on all the games she wanted to play.

Ah, the irony of being a working adult. She had the money to play all she wanted, but couldn’t fund it without giving up eighty-percent of her time. Destiny sighed and opened her favourite forum. She’d joined it almost ten years ago, looking for unknown developers that needed testers or just wanted feedback, though it ended up doing more than that in the long run. In large part, thanks to one ‘GirlyGirlMcGirlSon’.

While she doubted they were actually a girl, they helped her figure stuff out in her teenage years. From small things, like how to manage her time, to coming out in high school. In an unofficial sense, GirlyGirl was her girlfriend, or the closest she had to one for the moment. They’d messaged her while she was playing and, based on the subject, it seemed like an interesting one.

‘Oh my god, this thing is hilarious. It’s a character creator that does literally everything. Here’s the link. Only works on your phone BTW.’

Destiny shrugged. She wasn’t usually one for mobile games, or those inane creator-a-character things, but if her friend said it was great, then she’d try it. With a quick thanks, she downloaded the file and waited with subpar interest. Then her screen went dark. Not a big deal, it was an unofficial file, so her phone was probably restarting to make sure nothing went haywire. Just a simple press of the power button would suffice.

Nothing happened. Multiple button presses availed no better results. Deep breaths, Destiny. Deep breaths. Her repeated mantra faltered after three repetitions.

“No, no no no no!” She resorted to her father’s tried and true method with a remote, and smacked it several times all over. Nothing, “Turn the fuck on!” Screaming didn’t work either. One final tactic remained, “Turn on, or I switch to Apple.”

The dark screen lit up and her phone was back in order. Or should have been. None of the other, non-essential apps, widgets or media files were to be found, all except one; Unreal Creator. She checked the file size and found it had consumed every byte of available data on her device. What kind of game needed a 128GB of space? Much less a simple character creator.

“Even my SD card? That’s just fucking great,” Destiny groaned. Even if she removed it and re-downloaded everything else, she’d have to sign back in, set up all the passwords, block permissions and the list just went on. She set it down on her desk with a thud and rolled back in her second hand Herman Miller chair, staring at the ceiling as she took calming breaths, sifting through all the best solutions in her head. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the time for fixing this mess, nor was she poor enough that she couldn’t just get a new phone. She did live a mostly frugal life after all.

Plain, single bed and desk that served her needs and little more. Her computer and chair were the most extravagant possessions in her room, though that was born from necessity to make sure it ran any game, and that she didn’t end up with a hunch. It took her a whole week of zero sleep just to find the right graphics card for a decent price. Other than that, clothing came from thrift stores and she only had a few random accessories, just one of which was a staple on her garment; the pride pin.

“I need a snack,” Destiny grumbled and stormed off. The stupid app could wait a minute.

Her apartment was shared with two others, Hazel and Monica. She didn’t see much of the former, mostly by her own design, but could never escape the latter, given she was her boss at the local supermarket, an off-brand, almost suable, place called MalWart. From what she knew, they changed to it after Target threatened legal action over the last name; Targeted. They even used the same logo except with an extra stripe. It paid the bills, so she didn’t care what risks they took.

Hazel, unlike the other two, was more sociable. With the fact Destiny and Monica preferred their own company most hours, she often took to the living room, where she sat in front of a large flat screen. The couch had an indent of her behind, not because she was heavy, but from the sheer fact hers was the only one on it long enough to create one. She was a cute girl, light and small like a baby bird.

“What’re you watching?” Destiny asked on her way to the kitchen. Roommates posed some challenges, sharing chores and so on, but she appreciated that Monica took care of the kitchen. Without her, she doubted it’d be habitable. For humans at least. Destiny’s last place on her own had been more for the rats than her.

“Just that new He-Man show.”

“Any good?” Destiny wasn’t really interested. She’d seen the images and didn’t feel anything for a show about some guy with muscles too big to scratch his back, though she figured that was the reason for his sword. Fixing herself some jammed toast, she sat down beside her roommate. Better to be away from the phone for a while and take out her frustrations on the toast instead.

The apartment was set up with an open living/dining room with the door opening into a short foyer. It was a nice place, affordable only because they split the bill, with a cool, minimalist colour palate that lent itself to her and Monica’s private lifestyles. A single couch for three faced their tv, mounted to the wall, both simply black with white or cream pillows to accent the furniture. The coffee table was an oak top, which added some warmth to the place. Upon it, Destiny rested her feet and mindlessly watched the screen.

“It’s okay. Different to the original, but in a good way,” Hazel said. The couch wasn’t big, only enough to support the three of them, though Hazel’s size made that easier.

“Cool,” Destiny mumbled around a mouthful. While she didn’t enjoy socialising the way her roommate did, she liked her. Hazel was a good person, thoughtful enough not to force the either of the other girls to spend time together, but just enough that they weren’t always holed up on their own. Though Monica was rarely in. Destiny’s current theory was that she worked nights at a bar, though her fantasy was Monica working in strip clubs.

“So, what’s up? You never sit with me unless I make you,” Hazel said.

“Hmm, nothing. Just my phone fucking up.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

“It’s fine. Easy fix really, just tedious.”

“If you say so. I know Roy’s got a friend that’s good with these things. Want me to give him a call sometime?” Roy was her boyfriend. That fact alone irked Destiny, not that he was a bad guy, the opposite in fact, but she couldn’t help it. She’d give a lot for Hazel to be even a little bi-curious, however that didn’t seem likely. Mostly unintentional, she frequently paraded around in her underwear and saw nothing from Hazel. Not even so much as a glance.

“Nah, I’m good at it too. Worst comes to worst, I’ll upgrade.”

“You got that phone three months ago.”

“What can I say? Technology moves fast. It’s already in a wheelchair far as most techies are concerned.”

“Seriously?” Hazel chuckled and pulled out her Samsung from 2012, “Yep, still works. No upgrades for me.”

“That’s only because it’s small. Suits you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Hazel didn’t seem aware of it, but she pouted whenever her height was teased. She had the cutest cheeks for it, just part of why Destiny longed for her. Cuteness was her greatest weapon, one she wielded expertly, such that it more than made up for her svelte body.

“You’re welcome.” Destiny stayed for an episode, then decided there really wasn’t anything to keep her there, or a point in delaying the problem any further. Back in her room, she sighed and sat back at her desk, put on a random playlist and picked up her phone. The time had come to see what this app was all about.

“Better be good,” she muttered and booted it open. A familiar logo from the Unreal Engine popped up, then shifted before her eyes into a human figure and faded to dark, before snapping to a plain screen. It was horizontal, with a box on the right side containing a human silhouette, surprisingly defaulted to a female shape, and a myriad of bars on the left. All the usual categories were available; head, torso, legs and so on, though many featured sub menus for in-depth customisation. She had to admit, if more games offered such level of detail, she’d be impressed.

She tried fiddling with the controls but a message blipped into place; attach a photo. Was it one of those morph apps, like a watered down photoshop? Destiny rolled her eyes, though still gave it access to her photos, then frowned as it only showed images of real life people. None of the characters she’d saved fan art of, or even that cute Dachshund she met the other day. Guess it’s for fantasies or something.

“Eh, what the hell,” Destiny selected a picture of Hazel. It was from a ‘bonding’ trip on Halloween, which only solidified her attraction to the white-haired fairy, given the Tinker Bell costume she wore. The night itself was dull, though Hazel proved more than enough of a highlight to remember it.

She hit ‘apply’ and gawked as the silhouette changed. What started as a typical woman with C-cups, a decent butt and average height, shifted to match Hazel flawlessly. But how? The image was from the shoulders up, no mirrors or anything. Paranoia kicked in a second later. Someone had to be watching the apartment, or stalking them. She hadn’t provided any names, so they couldn’t have looked up Hazel’s Instagram for body references.

“Okay, whoever the fuck is listening to me, fuck off!” Destiny stood up and searched every corner of her cosy room, though it no longer felt that way. It was a box now, one where a creep had eyes on her, despite the lack of cameras around. Her phone! Picking it up, she looked straight into the camera with every ounce of malice she could muster, “I swear to God, if you fuck with us I’ll dox you so fucking hard.”

Her phone vibrated, nearly crashing to her desk if she didn’t have luck on her side and forced it to the carpet instead. On the front, another message appeared ‘try me out’.

“Really, that’s it?” Destiny asked, “Kinda lame, honestly.” She closed the app, not being a fool, and instead checked her private details, with the phone cameras away from view. Nothing appeared to have leaked. Regardless, she changed every password for her personal records, disabling the two-step verification in case whoever was spying on her could get in through them. Secure that her life wouldn’t be taken over, she re-examined the app.

Hazel’s portrait was still in place. Impossibly, it was a flawless 3D model as she turned it around. They’d seen each other naked more than once, it came with the territory as roommates, one or both would inevitably think they were home alone. Besides, both agreed being nude in the ideal climate was way more comfortable. Though Destiny would never admit that she had pretended to be out just for the chance to catch Hazel in the buff again. It never worked, but now she had a pristine recreation to ogle.

Fuck! She was still horny.

“I should’ve masturbated,” Destiny groaned to herself, and whatever freak was likely watching her. It couldn’t have been GirlyGirl, right? Maybe it was, that might explain why none of her private affairs were messed with, but what was their goal with this? She leaned back in her chair, “Okay, GirlyGirl, yeah I figured it out, if you want to watch me so bad, then you better enjoy it.”

Much as she wanted this resolved, logical thoughts came and went too fast when the ‘fuck it’ moment struck. Her chair reclined far as it would go, arm rests pushed away for more room, and let her comfortably slump into position. A drawer housed her favourite rabbit, covered in various textured nubs that teased her walls deliciously, and equipped with a unique suction cup for her clit. Nothing quite bested the feeling of a swollen clit.

Lube came with it of course. Wet as she was, she still wouldn’t put dry rubber inside her pussy. Destiny pushed her pants down and pulled up her usual go-to materials, intent on a quick rub, then confronting GirlyGirl. Running a lubed hand across her toy, she brought it down and cooed at the cool touch on her heated folds. It slipped inside to the rhythm of the two girls she watched, each going at it with strap-ons much too big for her own inexperienced cunny. If she had the time or drive, she might’ve tried stretching herself like they did.

As she drove the faux phallus deeper, the suction cup attached to her clit. On cue, she switched on the vibrations, quivering at the delicious sensation of her sensitive button engorging, its nerves rushing to the surface and feeling every facet of the cup. Once it filled the device, a shuddering moan left her as she bit her bottom lip. Every little vibration echoed through her clit, into her crotch and up her spine. The video showed the girls switching it up to truly monstrous toys, easily three or four inches wide.

“Yeah, stretch that fucking whore,” Destiny said, letting it play as her spare hand cupped a breast through her top. She really was too horny to think straight, otherwise she’d have removed it earlier. As it was, she didn’t care to waste time and simply shoved it up over her tits. She wasn’t part of the blessed D-cups that she watched, however pert B cups sufficed as the nipples added their pleasure to the mix. That said, neither hers nor the girls on screen were enough in that department. Not for her.

“Time for a switch,” Destiny groaned and forced her hand back to the mouse, scouring through her bookmarks to find the biggest, fake tits online. She licked her lips, wishing she could suckle on the woefully tiny nipples at the centre of two moons that covered most of the woman’s torso. What would Hazel look like with such things?

That one thought launched her into a slew of fantasies. She opened more videos and pinned them to the screen, gaze flickering between them all. One was of the same girls from earlier, two more had natural and fake breasts of uncommon size on display, another had a delicious bubble butt devouring toy after toy. Only one video in all her life featured them all, but it was grainy, like something pulled from the fifties and only gave her an impression of what she craved. It sufficed to fuel her fire as she jammed the vibrator harder and deeper.

Then she remembered her phone. It stared up at the ceiling, still open on the app, cameras unable to watch her, only listen to the depraved moans and squelching as her juices flowed.

“Why not?” Destiny shrugged and, videos still playing, inspected her device. Her thumb almost seemed pulled toward the breasts slider. The model of Hazel responded instantly, not even stuttering as its tits bellowed out. In mere seconds, she had a perfect recreation of a Hazel whose breasts leapt from mere A-cups, to obscene levels. Too much, Destiny thought and pulled it back until she was no bigger than J-cups. The slider didn’t tell her such information, however she’d looked at boobs enough in her college years to know.

It wasn’t right though. Much too top heavy, especially since Hazel didn’t really have curves to speak of. Destiny fixed it with a simple slip of her thumb, endowing her dainty roommate with deluxe hips that supported an ass that would ricochet bullets. But she couldn’t be done yet. More sliders beckoned to her even as she pushed her rabbit vibe against her sweet spot, rubbing hard against her walls and clit. She wouldn’t cum yet.

Not until she got to see this tiny Hazel morphed into a wet dream made real. Much as the outright fake look enticed her, the nipples needed to be bigger and their shape was too round. After some quick fiddling, they were closer to her desired state, though if she were thinking clearer there were plenty of smaller changes to be made. Round, but not spherical, and capped by teats big enough to tent shirts several sizes up. Near perfect.

Destiny propped it up under her monitor and took it all in. Using the new visual of Hazel, she easily imprinted the girl’s features over the others in her mind, groping herself harder, fingers pinching the nipples until they screamed for relief, then doing it again just seconds later. Moans rumbled in her chest, an echo of the vibrations in her pussy. Her lower lips clenched around the toy as all weight seemed to evaporate, like she floated on a raft at sea, carried on tides of extraordinary bliss.

Then the wave struck that pulled her under and had her screaming into a hand. Her hips bucked as pleasure rolled throughout, milking the fake cock for all it was worth and pooling her own juices below. Her nipples throbbed in time with her pussy’s convulsions. She was fortunate to have slumped further in her depravity, crotch hanging over the end of her chair. Destiny switched off her toy and let it fall out, cooing softly as she caressed her sensitive snatch.

“Oh, that was good. Hope you got a good show too, you fucking pervert.” Much as she tried infusing every ounce of venom into her voice, she still rode the high of an orgasm. She closed her various windows, enjoying a final image of the girls showing off their gaped cunts, and tugged her pants back on. Whatever reason the app worked the way it did, she couldn’t deny having a model of Hazel to manipulate as she wished was intoxicating. Maybe enough that she didn’t mind losing all that data on her phone.

For now, though, her mind was sluggish after the orgasm and her body craved water. As she prepared to stand up, a message beeped at her; set as default?

“I guess so. Not like I’m gonna keep it long anyway,” Destiny reasoned. She hit ‘yes’ and left for a tall glass of water. Hazel was still on the couch, watching something else that barely registered.

“Hey, Destiny? Mind giving me a hand?”

“Hmm? Sure, what’s up?” Destiny still retrieved her water, guzzling it as if the liquid would quench her deep seated thirst for her roommate.

“I think I had a brain fart or something and forgot to get dressed. Could you grab me some of my clothes? It’s getting kind of cold, but I’m also super comfy right here,” Hazel said.

“What?” She definitely had clothes on earlier. Destiny finally looked at her, having been leaning on the counter and refilling her glass. There, on the couch, was not the Hazel she remembered. Or it was. Just not the one she saw when she last ventured from her room. This was the Hazel her phone had shown her. Not only that, but she was surrounded scraps of cloth.

The glass of water slipped from her fingers and shattered on the tiled floor, but it was no more than a thud in her ears as Hazel leapt up, jiggling all over.

“Ho…ly…fuck…”

Chapter 3

Daily quests were done. Destiny checked her total points, just shy of a hundred, a little more and she’d dump them on all onto Hazel. The first batch she spent on her produced mixed results, in that her friend epitomised her fantasies, while also taunting her with what she longed for, yet couldn’t have. Either because she came on too early, or because Hazel just wasn’t into her. Either way, she had this app and she was going to use it.

A notification popped up; one more quest to level up. She bit her lip. In the past week, she’d performed all the safe, one-time quests to amass points, but now all that remained involved outside interaction. They went in order of what it deemed hardest, with the first one being to masturbate in a public place, while at least three people were in a hundred-metre radius. She still had time before work and not many people would be at the local park, maybe it was worthwhile.

After all, she only needed the one more. The app didn’t tell her what level she needed to be, but there were other ‘character’ slots locked to her, which meant she could change herself too. For all she knew, Hazel shared some of her niche tastes and those were all she lacked.

“Fuck it,” Hazel grumbled and grabbed her coat.

The apartment building was close to a park. Not the best maintained, but well enough for families to come on weekends and hang out. A few homeless people slept there, though they cleared out in the day, either to hunt for jobs or just to keep moving. Some were still sleeping when she got there and sat on an open bench. The quest didn’t say they needed to be conscious.

With a nervous glance around, she slid a hand into her jacket. It covered her down to the hips, hopefully enough to conceal her actions in case anyone showed up. They’d think she was a complete slut if they saw her doing this. Especially Hazel. Or maybe she’d be into it and join in? Destiny pushed under her panties and brushed her clit, finding it already poking out. She couldn’t believe it, she was looking forward to this.

Everything about this was taboo in ‘cultured society’. A lone woman, in a park, touching herself all because another woman rejected her, and enjoying it no less. Destiny sucked on her lip as she pushed a finger inside herself, still wet from her earlier masturbation, though she knew some of it was fresh. Three entrances led into the park, though only one gave a clear view of her with tall hedges blocking her view of the street. Anyone could walk by and spot her and she’d be helpless to stop it.

An involuntary moan slipped out. Another finger pushed in. Her pussy welcomed it with a snug embrace, walls conformed to her phalanges, invited them deeper until the nails grazed her g-spot. Destiny opened her legs for better access. Her panties pressed against her hand as she mashed the palm into her erect clit. It was a good thing she wore her work clothes, otherwise it’d be all the more apparent. Although she might try a skirt next time.

“The fuck’s wrong with me?” Destiny groaned and added a third digit, eager to cum and leave before anyone spotted her. She looked around just to make sure no one had, then realised her mistake in choosing the park. While it was convenient and fulfilled the quest, it also was caught between several apartment buildings, many of which had windows facing her. She wouldn’t even know it if someone was watching her.

Her legs twitched and pulled together, pussy squeezing the life from her fingers. It wasn’t an orgasm, just the surface of a pool that she sank deeper into with each frantic beat of her heart. She looked to her apartment. Hazel’s room faced toward the park, which meant she could be watching. Juices flowed and urged her on.

“Watch me, Hazel,” Destiny said under her breath, fucking herself as she rocked to a primal rhythm, inebriated on her need to cum, “This is your fault. Look what you reduced me to. I’m just a filthy little slut now. I’m fucking myself in public. I’m gonna cum in public. People can see me. They probably already have. Come on and fucking cum from watching me you fucking perverts.”

The pinkie finger stretched her walls. She curled them, pressed hard against her spot, and rubbed at her clit. Her spare hand went under her jacket to a breast, pinching the rigid nipple through her t-shirt. Jolts of taboo pleasure shot to her crotch and back again to her tits, a feedback loop that pushed her deeper and deeper into orgasm until she hit the bottom. Finally, she came.

Her legs jerked up, toes curled, and she crammed her coat into her mouth to keep from crying out. She chose her thickest jacket despite the lukewarm weather, but it wasn’t the sole reason sweat gleamed on her brow and suctioned her clothes to her skin. Did she really just do that? Destiny retrieved her hand and studied the juices on it, thick and creamy. At that moment, it was the only evidence.

As her afterglow settled in, she didn’t think and licked a viscous finger clean. Tang filled her mouth, stronger than her past experiences with pussy juice, like it was seasoned by the debauched actions she took. Once her hand was clear of proof, she took a moment to calm her nerves, then got up. Her shift began in twenty minutes. Fortunately the MalWart she worked at was local, giving her enough time to grab breakfast on the way.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Destiny said as she walked. The sentence repeated over and over as she bought a bagel, even while she walked into work and greeted the others. But it might just be worth it, assuming the level up gave her a worthwhile bonus. Even if it didn’t, that was her one of her best orgasms.

“Everything alright?” Monica asked. She was the manager, which suited her given what Destiny believed she got up to off hours.

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

“You came in sweaty, and I didn’t see you leave the apartment, so I figured something was up.” Her gaze was stern, observant and piercing, yet relaxed enough to not feel like persecution.

“Really? Uh, well, nothing important.”

“If you say so.” Monica shrugged and turned away, swaying her luscious behind as she checked on others.

Destiny appreciated her other roommate’s lack of interest. Or at least her willingness to let things be revealed on someone else’s time. Sometimes Destiny considered talking with her more, but thought better of it. They were co-workers after all, best not to mix personal and business relations, especially with someone that could get her fired. A shame though, since Monica enticed her almost to the same degree as Hazel.

Once she had a break, Destiny checked the app. As promised, she had levelled up. No new slots to her frustration, however it did open up new options, including a sub-menu for personality, under which she found a sexuality slider. At that time, it was offset toward heterosexuality, with only a slight lean in the opposite direction.

She didn’t need to contemplate her actions a second further. Points sank into the slider until it read, in no uncertain terms, that Hazel was homosexual. Or would be. A pop up informed her that it’d take up to a year to fully enact, depending on the subject’s disposition toward women.

In that case, she should make it easier on Hazel. She still had eighty points to use.

(Hazel)
“Let me get that for you,” Roy said, sliding in to take her popcorn before she could even grab it.

“I can carry it myself,” Hazel said, though he wouldn’t hear it, “At least let me get the drinks.”

They were at a movie theatre. Some comic book film came out that Roy was eager to see and they had a day off just for it, though she would’ve preferred a different film. Explosions and quips only entertained her for so long, not to mention she saw the trailer, which revealed the whole plot anyway. Her boyfriend hadn’t, even going so far as to lock his social media accounts until he saw it, all to avoid spoilers. What a nerd, she thought with a grin. She liked that about him.

In the past week, he’d been extra attentive. They started working together at an accounting firm almost six years ago, about a year later they were dating, and she’d enjoyed it greatly, but he was never so quick to help out, even during the honeymoon phase. She felt like he was seeing her prodigious chest for the first time, which was nonsense since she was this size since graduating high school.

“You good?” Roy asked when they found their seats. It was a packed house, as to be expected, and she was sat next to a cute girl with her own partner. Hazel smiled when she glanced over, then blushed as the familiar look fell over her neighbour. Everyone had the same moment of ‘holy shit, she’s fucking stacked’. Some were nice about it, others took many steps too far. She fell somewhere between, gawking, but not saying anything or making unintentional groping moves.

“Yeah, bit snug, but I’ll live,” Hazel said and focused on the previews taking place. Most chairs didn’t support someone of her girth properly. Once, she didn’t pay attention and crammed herself into one that was much too small, which, like a cartoon, got stuck on her hips. Even with the wider theatre seats, she only had so much room to spare.

Trailers played out with occasional murmurs of ‘that looks good’ and ‘I can’t believe they’re remaking that again’. Roy was among them, leaning over and offering snide comments, often making her chuckle. Eventually, they were told to turn off all cell phones, which very few people did, and sit back for the main event. His hand mixed with hers. She glanced at the neighbouring girl, who was still recovering from seeing her huge chest.

Hazel settled in, then gasped as the opening credits blared at her. Everything on her body was hot, nothing would move, and she had the worst sense of deja vu, like this happened once before. No, twice before! She remembered it now, that her body wasn’t always so disproportionately endowed, and she also knew what this warmth and paralysis meant. Only her eyes moved from the screen and glanced down at her shirt.

She bought it a few days ago just to fit over her breasts. Now, all her searching went to waste as the head-sized globes journeyed to a new size. Her breaths came swift and heavy, drowned out by the movie. Roy’s attention was firmly on it, and she couldn’t take it away, even as her shirt lifted. No bra kept her under boob covered as they entered the scene, since the custom ordered set was still in the mail. A final burst wedged her top deep within them like a piece of rope wound too tightly.

Please be over, she thought and was answered by the pulsations shifting to her hips. Only a few thumps swelled her hips, though her ass bloomed even further, both now pressing into the arms of her chair. She felt a hand brush against her, though it wasn’t Roy’s, and glanced to her side. The girl was gawking now, as was her partner, yet neither seemed disturbed. Rather, they were enjoying it.

Hazel shuddered and moaned. Of course it wasn’t over, not while her dick was left out. Fortunately, it was easily hidden thanks to the spats and skirt combo, though she doubted it’d stay that way for much longer. An explosion shook the theatre, at the same time her member twitched and grew against its prison. Elastic or not, her spats weren’t designed to contain so much meat. If she stayed flaccid, they might survive.

“Oh no,” Hazel whispered. She was being watched, her uncontrollable, shameful growth ingrained in the eyes of total strangers, who seemed more and more infatuated with her by the second. And she with them. The girl had plump, pouting lips that wouldn’t leave Hazel’s consciousness for a second, especially as her shaft filled out with blood and new length. On top of being watched, she woke up late that morning and didn’t have time to masturbate before meeting Roy.

“Help,” Hazel mouthed, knowing her voice wouldn’t carry even with the movie playing.

The couple looked at one another, grinned, then both pulled up their shirts. The partner, who she now saw was a tomboy, even reached around to grope her girlfriend. Hazel wanted them to stop, though her lips and eyes wouldn’t move. Only her hand did as it snuck under her skirt and rubbed at her length through her elastic shorts.

Blood pumped harder and soon her prick stretched past the leg hole into the open. The foreskin caught on her clothes and peeled back, the naked glans touched her skin, forcing her to clench as she hissed in pleasure. Guided by her shorts, it pointed straight at her knees, so long it pushed beyond them. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip as the theatre erupted in cheers.

“Did you see that?” Roy exclaimed, eyes still firmly on the screen. At least it was dark enough that he wouldn’t notice at a glance. Memories rewritten or not, she doubted he’d appreciate seeing his girlfriend packing over twice the cock he did, the thought of which only made hers harder. She stroked along the bare length now, one hand lingering behind to massage her heavy balls. Beyond them, she felt her pussy moistening.

“Yeah, I saw,” Hazel said, unheard to her relief, since her voice was reduced to husky moans while she fondled her testicles and rubbed them into her snatch. Each time her clit poked into them, shivers coursed up her spine, though she maintained her posture.

“Hey, give her a hand, she needs it,” one of the neighbours said. A second later and Hazel’s strained top was yanked up, her tits fell with a gentle clap against her belly. Her back was straight, yet they grazed her lap. If not for her spats containing the monster, she’d be tit-fucking herself already. The neighbour didn’t stop there and a hand sank deep into her breast.

It was the cute girl, whose chest was still on display. While not small, probably a C, she came off as puny next to Hazel. No jealousy clouded her features, instead she was infatuated as she rolled the massive globe in her hand, kneading it like a ball of dough. Then her fingers pulled back to pinch the chunky nipple. Hazel bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Thank god he wanted to see this type of movie, she thought. The action hadn’t slowed for even a second, which made for the perfect cover as she masturbated to her willing molestation. In any other situation, she’d have made a scene. After all, she was being sexually harassed by two women and, on a lesser note, she was straight. Or she should be. The two girls, now toying with each as if knowing she couldn’t look away, enticed her far more than Roy. She’d try and alleviate the guilt later, maybe with a blowjob or something.

He couldn’t be allowed to see her naked body after all. What would that do to a man? She contemplated the possible consequences and stroked her prick harder, thinking of the potential fight that’d ensue, along with the inevitable need for a rebound fuck. Her mind naturally inserted her two neighbours into that role, but she didn’t even know them. It should be someone more familiar to her.

Like Destiny.

Hazel squeezed her cock at the thought. Fresh pre trailed down her leg, but the next burst was caught on her fingers and rubbed into her turgid length. The length lubricated, she rubbed faster, gentle pants vanished into the surround sound explosions and yelling, while a helpful stranger groped her tit. All throughout, even as the pleasure rose and twinges of orgasm ripped in her sexes, Destiny was in her thoughts. She looked so good last week and Hazel turned her away.

What an idiot. She was sure her roommate was gay, but surely she’d make an exception for a cock like hers, or just think of it like a big, fleshy strap-on with built-in cum pumps. Even if she didn’t, just being girls together would be nice. She licked her lips, wondering what pussy tasted like for the first time. Roy told her once that it was kind of spicy, or like a tang, more an acquired taste, but she liked the idea more and more. If things didn’t pan out with him, then she might turn her attention elsewhere.

“Is she about to cum?” One of the neighbours asked.

“I think so. She’s going pretty fast.”

“I am,” Hazel whispered. Whatever power held broke around the hips as she thrust into her stroking hand. Moans vibrated in her chest, deep enough to resonate in her sexes. She ground her pussy into her sack, which grew taut, pulling right against her lips, as more pre-cum burst out and onto her hand. Most still poured down her leg, she felt it soaking through her sock and into her shoe. Good thing too, otherwise there’d be a puddle of evidence.

On screen, she saw the masked main character pull their love interest in and kissed. It was two women, a triumph for mainstream media, but all she could focus on was pasting her own image on the initiator and rubbing faster. Cheers exploded in response, people jumped up, including Roy, loud enough for vibrations to pass through the floor into her seat. Hazel took the chance to moan loudly and jerked into her hand once more as jizz erupted. It splashed against the chair in front, but its occupant was on their feet and didn’t notice.

Only herself and the two girls were aware of it as she painted the furniture white. Gush after gush, it never seemed to end. When one rope weakened, she had hope, however the next doubled its efforts instead. The cheers were winding down, her window for ecstasy closing fast. Her assistants were quick to help as Roy took his seat. They pulled her shirt back down to hide her juicy nipples, one swollen from its treatment, while she did the only option available and yanked her skirt down.

It barely reached her knees while standing. She forced it over her cock and caught all the following bursts of cum. What didn’t soak in splashed back onto her seat, following the slope under her ass. It was disgusting, yet her dick flexed harder in its final spurts. What a fucking pervert, Hazel chastised herself, but at least it was over. Her member twitched and oozed the last of its climax.

“That was so worth the wait,” Roy said, bringing her attention back to the screen. It was over? But she’d only just cum. She must’ve lost track of time, which meant her cock wasn’t soft yet, and he’d see it. Worse, everyone would see the stains on her skirt. Soon the lights above would come on and her mess would be revealed.

“I need the bathroom,” Hazel said and didn’t wait for a response. She kept her rear to him as she shuffled past his legs, though it rubbed her sensitive prick against the seats in front. Just as she stepped into the aisle, the lights came back on. Oh no...

Then her worries were over. This wasn’t anything unusual for her, she just didn’t think things through clearly enough. Of course this would happen with a big loud movie, in a dark theatre, and a pair of hot girls next to her. It was Roy’s fault to begin with.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Roy said in a hushed tone as they exited the complex. She spotted the two girls in the crowd as they waved at her.

“What did you expect? You know how she gets,” Hazel said in the car, referring to her egregiously big member.

“I thought you said it’d be fine for a couple hours.”

“Yeah, that was before we sat down and I was right next to a hot chick. Really, it’s your fault for not taking that seat. Then I would’ve only been bored instead of horny.”

“Aren’t you… you know? Dealing with it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, didn’t we talk about getting it removed.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Hazel said and clamped her legs together. Sure, it gave her more than a lifetime’s trouble from the second puberty kicked in, however everything else about her wasn’t much better, and she wasn’t about to remove something from her body just because her boyfriend didn’t like it, “Even if I did get rid of her, then you’d better be ready to give something up in exchange.”

“Like what?” Roy frowned.

“Oh, I don’t know, these huge knockers that constantly make my back hurt.”

“But they’re…”

“Hot? I know, right? Guess because we both find them hot they’ve gotta stay on my body and bother me for the rest of my life, right? Heaven forbid the one part of me you don’t like ruin the fun.”

“I’m sorry, alright? It’s just…”

Hazel thinned her eyes. She didn’t want to hurt him, but then he shouldn’t have brought her dick into things when he knew exactly what could happen.

“Are you fucking jealous of her? I get it, she’s a fucking behemoth. It’s like comparing that purple guy to cricket man or something.”

“Thanos and Ant-Man,” he corrected, not looking at her. Shame dyed his cheeks red.

“So you agree,” Hazel said. He didn’t reply, only kept driving until they were outside her apartment building. He lived a few blocks away, so it was convenient, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact at that moment. Maybe after some time away, she’d feel better.

“See you tomorrow,” Roy said and pulled away.

Hazel retreated to her room. Though Destiny and Monica would be out for a while longer, she needed to relax, and couldn’t bear them seeing or hearing her. She turned on her laptop and stripped while it booted, then sat naked in her chair as she pulled up Pornhub and clicked on the first thing to catch her eye; Straplezz, then the video with the biggest toy they had. She jerked to whatever video she fancied for the next hour, enjoying her bisexuality as she basked in all that the internet had to offer.

Chapter 5

Destiny and Hazel, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G… The childish taunt played over in her mind as she took one final look at herself in the bathroom mirror. While nothing had come of it yet, the conversation from a few days ago still weighed on both their minds, as she caught Hazel openly looking at her multiple times, almost as much as she did. Her pheromones worked a treat too, if the frequent moans from Hazel’s room were about her.

That didn’t mean she could relax. Chemical attraction or not, even with their history, Hazel could get anyone, of that Destiny was certain. The internet was rife with women that’d kill for a night with a futa, or a dick at least a foot long. The thing was easily a fifth of her total height.

For that purpose, Destiny would attain a slot for herself and make sure she always had the upper hand. Though she’d be lying if she claimed it wasn’t partly for her own vane desires too. Since finding the app, she looked for and stumbled upon so much obscene erotica, images and stories that featured breasts even bigger than Hazel’s. Truth be told, she wanted to experience them for herself, and maybe boost her ass in the meantime. Other little touch ups would be appreciated of course.

That’s why she was dressed in a pair of booty shorts. Her ass wasn’t anything special on her body, though it still captured a few eyes. In the high-cut shorts, however, it became a beacon for attention with her cheeks showing past the bottom. Below them, she wore a pair of high heels and thigh high fishnets. Combined with her shoulder bag and her top it completed the look.

It could barely be called a top. What was it even covering? She thought and snapped a pic on her new, second-hand phone, since her first had no storage thanks to the app. This might be the only time she wore something so unabashedly slutty. The shirt was also fishnet, covering her arms and torso in large hexagons that didn’t even hide her nipples, but at least framed her boobs well. She couldn’t hide them anyway, since the quest wanted them out.

She checked the app again, making sure this was worth it. Among the many one-time quests she had yet to finish, this was the quickest and most rewarding. Probably not enough to get her another slot, based on how stingy the game had been thus far, but it’d get her close. Her thoughts naturally drifted to the future and how hot it’d be when she had huge curves and Hazel was fucking her.

“Head in the game,” Destiny snapped at her reflection. She’d overworked her makeup, doing her best to appear like some random whore and avoid any recognition. People would record her. Fortunately, her current outfit was either bought just for this, or buried under so much more comfortable clothes. Monica or Hazel wouldn’t suspect her even upon seeing a video.

She bit her lip at the thought of Hazel finding one. Whether or not she recognised her didn’t matter, just knowing that her crush would see her being such a shameless slut pushed her nipples further through the netting. All that separated her from being seen was a piece of wood.

“Be proud, you’re hot,” Destiny said and puffed her chest out. The top still pushed her boobs together, creating a convenient hold for her main phone. She arched her hips like some bimbos would. It forced her to walk with an exaggerated sway, the kind that stole looks from girlfriends, and made it even harder to recognise her. One final check to make sure everything was in place, and satisfied the quest conditions, Destiny finally left her sanctuary.

People milled about in the usual malaise of shopping. Some waddled from the heavy bags at their sides, others made crazed dashes toward a closing down sale, and the rest took note of Destiny. It took a second for the rest to see. Once they did, however, their eyes were locked onto her. She took a deep breath and nonchalantly checked her phone; the quest had begun.

All she had to do was walk around for five minutes and grope herself every thirty seconds. A timer appeared and, once she took her first step, began its countdown. She felt every step like it was in slow motion, from the slight rub of her shorts against her pussy and thighs, to the subtle reverb when her heel clicked against the polished granite. More importantly, her hand on her tit stuck out like a freak bolt of lightning in the night.

Destiny kept her face stoic even as her heels clicked past a group of girls. All were the stereotypical college type, peppy and good looking, enough that she squeezed her breast tighter upon seeing them. They stared back at her, one licked her lips, then the fact this was a one-in-a-thousand experience struck and phones were whipped out. Other shoppers did the same.

Still she walked on. Her shorts couldn’t be worse for walking, as they rode up and sank between her pert cheeks, revealing her lack of panties. Whistles rang out when it was noticed. Destiny stopped groping herself; over four minutes left. Cameras were trained on her from all angles. People saw her brazen outfit in all its glory and, in spite of her embarrassment, she was wet.

Someone even followed behind her, hunched over and arm outstretched. Did they think she was just a slut looking for a thrill? And that meant it was okay to film her like some animal? Destiny ground her teeth. She felt like an exhibit, less than human, just an experience for these people to show and brag about to more, yet it turned her on. She groped herself again, nipple harder than thirty seconds ago. A shiver passed through her crotch.

Maybe if she got the chance, she’d make these people pay somehow. For now, however, she had a simple role to play; a slut that got off on being exposed in public. Families averted their eyes, except the more faithless husbands, and some wives to her amusement. Fortunately, most schools were still in session, so the crowds were comprised mainly of adults or college students. One of the latter of which had taken to walking with her on the other side.

They caught her eye and grinned, then made a beeline to walk beside. Destiny didn’t stop, already a couple minutes into her endeavour. If she stopped now, another attempt would be far trickier. And, truth be told, she didn’t want it to end yet. The fact a pretty, college girl was brazen enough to walk up to her and flat out gawk, did more for her than she ever expected. Destiny bit her lip and squeezed a breast.

“So, what’re you up to?” The girl asked, flicking glossy blonde locks from her face. Her chest had a decent bounce to it as she walked, though not quite the jiggle Destiny had. Were they implants?

“Oh, you know,” Destiny glanced about, knowing so many cameras were on them, some in earshot, “Just going for a walk.”

“Dressed like that? Sure you aren’t looking for more?” Thanks to hours upon hours of porn, Destiny recognised a domme’s tone. While the girl wasn’t as confident as the professionals, she had a hunger in her eyes and voice. She must’ve been with a couple others before, since her stride was confident and she didn’t waver at all.

“I-I’m good,” Destiny said. Submission wasn’t really her thing. She liked giving and receiving equally, though maybe she just hadn’t been with the right woman, not that she was going to chance it with a stranger. Though, if her hopes weren’t set on Hazel, she might’ve taken up the offer. A vibration alerted her that she needed to grope herself. She went the extra mile and pinched a nipple.

“I see… How about I give a hand?” Even in her most cocky state of inebriation, Destiny would never have tried what the girl did, as she laid an open-hand smack on her half-exposed ass. She stumbled, but righted herself and kept moving, “Or maybe another?” The girl’s hand was back, massaging her stung flesh and digging in dangerously far.

Thanks to the situation, Destiny moaned. It really couldn’t helped, between her earlier thoughts of Hazel, the fact people were watching her walk, basically naked from the hips up, and grope herself she was a horny mess. That was her justification, however it wouldn’t hold under scrutiny. The girl could reach into her shorts at that point and she’d welcome it.

What would she find there? Destiny was aroused, undeniably so, but how far was she? She didn’t dare look down, partly in fear of seeing her shorts damp with her juices, though also to keep an eye out for security. Only a minute and thirty seconds left, then she could flee to her car, get dressed, and covertly finger herself while thinking of Hazel’s huge dick. Oh great, now that image was lodged in her mind.

The girl noticed her demeanour change and smirked. She moved her hand between Destiny’s thighs, making use of her faint gap, then pushed up. The temporary exhibitionist jerked as her shorts were pressed into her juicy cunt. It pulled her attention to her crotch, suddenly aware of just how muggy it felt inside the clothes. Her clothes adhered to her ass and sank between the cheeks.

“Wanna finish this? There’re toilets right there,” the girl said and pointed to a sign.

“N-no,” Destiny shook her head. Really, it would’ve been an instant ‘yes’ a few weeks ago before the app, however she was locked onto Hazel. Starting a relationship after a one-night stand just because she was too horny didn’t seem right.

It didn’t make it any easier of course. Each step highlighted more and more how depraved she really was, as the rubbing worsened along her pussy, not just from her blonde helper, but from her own steps. Destiny unconsciously moved her legs closer, thighs met around the girl’s hand, and pushed against her shorts. Only a select few would get off to this and she approached the cusp.

“Thirty seconds left! Get a bonus for doing something outrageous!” Her phone chimed.

“Oh,” the girl’s grin widened and she pulled her hand away, slightly damp, “I see how it is. Well? Are you gonna get that bonus?”

Destiny had no idea what the bonus could be. The app had given her pheromones in exchange for random orgasms, so it didn’t much was beyond its power. Still, she wanted to see what this ‘bonus’ was. At worst, it was just more points or experience toward her next level, and hopefully a slot. This whole situation was already insane, she didn’t know what else would heighten it…

“Fifteen seconds!”

“Fuck it,” Destiny hissed under her breath and unbuttoned her shorts, then shoved them down. Air breezed along her naked, soggy folds, which squished audibly between her legs as she walked. Stars aligned and she kicked them off without breaking her stride, flinging into the face of a awe-stricken girl with a cross around her neck. Perhaps her first experience with same-sex lust and it resulted in soggy shorts in her face. Destiny almost laughed, if the app didn’t cut in.

“Not quite!”

Not quite? Seriously? She was basically naked in the mall with juices trailing down her thigh. Swallowing her shame, an embarrassingly simple task, she groped herself with one hand and pushed the other past her lips.

“Time’s up! Bonus achieved!”

Destiny sighed and was prepared to make a break for it, when a rapid tension consumed her. She froze in place, head craned back and teeth grit, while she tried denying a whorish moan from escaping her lips. An impossible task after such a strenuous build up. Not to mention, every orgasm the app forced on her was on par with the best of her life.

“Oh fuck!” She finally groaned, loud enough for every phone in the vicinity to hear, while her inner walls trembled and clenched. A limp stream of cum ran down her thighs and soaked into her fishnet stockings. She stood in place, feet planted awkwardly to keep her upright, while the aftermath faded.

“You’re so my type, here,” the blonde girl slipped a piece of paper into her net top, “Call me if you and your current domme don’t work out.”

“She’s not my… fine, whatever,” Destiny said and took off her heels. Cops still hadn’t showed up, though she wasn’t about to try running in such things. Her feet sang her praises at that freedom, then hissed at the cold floor below. She ignored it all and hurried back to her car. Eyes still followed, but after the abrupt orgasm, most thought the show was over. One girl did catch her eye, that being the obvious religious girl with her shorts, which she now sniffed them in frenzied confusion. Destiny smiled at her, knowing the next few weeks would be tough on her.

Discovering one’s sexuality was never easy. Something that should be simple as having a proclivity toward both sexes seemed a massive leap for those held taut in others’ ideas. Of course, it was also the fear. Destiny couldn’t imagine what exactly went through that girl’s mind, only a semblance of it from her own experience. She wanted to go and talk with her, assure her that people would accept her in time, but time was not on her side.

With the show over, some ‘kind-hearted’ guy decided now was the time to alert security. Destiny sprinted from the scene of her lurid crime, leaving only a small pool of her juices to be cleaned up. To her relief, some people cheered her on and even meandered into the mall cop’s path, allowing her a clean opening to her car. Once there, she pulled on a proper shirt and some backup pants, then sped away.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Destiny gasped once she was parked back at home. The adrenaline hadn’t dwindled the whole drive over, but now it crashed as her high strung muscles loosened, leaving her as nothing but a pool of jelly in her vehicle. Without fear to distract from it, her pussy throbbed between her legs, hot and wet from the orgasm and residual thrill.

“Never doing that again,” she groaned into her wheel and took deep breaths. Better check the app, she thought and brought out her phone. A congratulations screen greeted her, then transitioned to a chest for her to click on. It opened to reveal a dildo. She barked in laughter at the relatively plain bonus.

“What, not gonna give me a dragon dick for my outrageousness?” The dildo filled her screen and, as she looked it over, found the render incredibly realistic. If the actual toy was like that, she could almost believe it was a proper cock, and a familiar one at that… where had she seen it? Then it clicked, “Wait, that’s Hazel’s dick!”

She brought up her roommate’s avatar and looked between the pictures. It really was! Every little detail was recreated, from the most unassuming vein, to the fat balls at its base. She clicked an ellipses on the dildo, finding a set of stats. The character creator was thorough, however it didn’t offer a proper stat screen, only let her enjoy the sheer majesty of her friend. Now she had a full idea just how big she’d made Hazel.

Thirteen whole inches of length, along with three inches in diameter. Few men on earth even compared, not many animals did either, less so as she looked over the testicles; also three inches wide. A quick Google search and she found that made them a bit larger than baseballs. A feasible twitch echoed from her pussy up her spine at the information.

But was it really enough? Yes, she didn’t have any real love for dick, but if she was going to be with one, then why settle for something mostly grounded in reality. Besides, thirteen was an unlucky number. Better off making it fifteen, nice and round, just overall pleasing. Destiny licked her lips as she dumped some more points, not many but enough to add a couple inches, into her romantic interest.

To her surprise, the dildo also grew. Was it meant to be an exact recreation at any given time?

“I guess I can wait a bit longer for her with this thing,” Destiny said, “When’s it gonna show up anyway?”

She mulled over the possibility of it dropping from the sky as she returned to her apartment. A wad of cleaning wipes were in hand, many already dirty from removing her over-abundance of makeup. With the extra reward, her little humiliation and undoubted internet fame, albeit with her identity unknown, was more than worthwhile. Even her continued dampness couldn’t upset her current mood.

The door was open when she returned. Hazel sat on the couch, knees against her stunning chest, TV on, but clearly not the focus of her mind. Her face was set in stone, though it only made it easier to see the gears turning in her head and the worry in her reddened eyes. Something happened. Destiny checked herself, making sure her arousal and fishnet top didn’t show, then sat beside her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Roy and I broke up,” Hazel said flatly.

“Oh shit. Sorry,” Destiny said and meant it, despite her glee at knowing she was single, “How’re you holding up?”

“Not bad, I guess,” Hazel shrugged, “I sort of initiated the whole thing. Every time we saw each other, he kept looking at my crotch like it was a cobra or something. I called him out on it of course, but that just brought up the whole ‘are you getting rid of it’ thing. Like it suddenly was too much for him. We’ve banged for fuck’s sake.”

“Like last night. I was at his place, we were getting into it. I got hard, like, obviously that’d happen, and he freaked out when it touched him. Honestly, I don’t mind if he doesn’t wanna touch it or something, but he went into this whole rant about it. And me.”

Her voice and eyes dropped. She pulled her knees in tighter, like a security blanket.

“He called me a freak,” Hazel said, though it was clear he’d gone much further than that, “I left after that. He called me this morning, trying to apologise, saying I was still hot and he could deal with my thing. Deal with it? The thing is bigger than my fucking arm. So I told him, either treat it like he does the rest of me, or that’s it. He said he would. He came over. He pulled it out and… I don’t know, he just flipped.”

Destiny didn’t know what to say. Breakups weren’t her speciality, most relationships only lasted a few months for her, the few that went longer were already casual and didn’t mean much when it ended. Lacking words, she wrapped an arm around her friend and pulled her in. No ulterior motive. She just wanted to comfort her.

“I shot back,” Hazel said, leaning into her, “Called him a ‘tiny-dicked loser that was scared of a real cock’. I mean, I’m fifteen inches, it’s not exactly a fair comparison, but it did the trick. We got into a fight. I actually cock-slapped him a few times.”

“What?” Destiny couldn’t hold in a chuckle, “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh.”

“No, no, it’s cool. You should’ve seen his face. Anyway, after that, he said we were through. I agreed. Honestly, I’m kind of glad it’s over. Now I can find someone that can accept me. All of me.”

“They’ll be the luckiest fucker on earth,” Destiny said.

“Thanks,” Hazel grinned up at her and leaned into her chest more, “It’s just so weird though. We’ve been going out for ages, I thought he was cool with it.”

“He was probably ignoring it for everything else. Can’t blame him. You’re a great person.”

“Thought you were gonna mention my boobs.”

“They’re awesome too, but you’re what makes them great. If I wanted big titties, I’d hang around some plastic surgeon’s office,” Destiny said.

“God, I can’t imagine having implants. Unless they’re lighter than the real thing?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Then fuck ‘em. These are heavy enough as is,” Hazel rolled her shoulders with a groan, “At least now I’ll have more free time to go to the gym. My back’s killing me lately.”

“Is it that tough?” Destiny asked. Her own chest was large, but not beyond what most people considered the sweet spot, and while they weighed on her times, she could handle it well enough with the right bra.

“Well, and I’m not flirting or anything, but just feel one,” Hazel sat up and lifted a breast. Destiny gulped and held out a hand, then grunted as the boob dropped into her palm, “See?”

“Yeah, fuck that’s heavy.”

“It gets worse down below. Feels like I’m lugging around a log sometimes,” Hazel didn’t move.

“Um, I could always hold the other one if that helps?”

“That’s probably not… nah, fuck it. Here.” Much as she wanted to, she didn’t squeeze. Destiny had a job at that moment, to be supportive both emotionally and physically. It didn’t stop her from savouring the heat and squish that devoured her hands.

“Guess it’s worse for you, being so small.”

“Call me small again and these things will smother you,” Hazel warned with a smile, “Not gonna lie, it sucks. I’ve thought about reductions, but it just seems so… mean to myself, I guess? Like, they’re a pain, but my boobs are hot. And my dick is probably the biggest in human history, so I’m kinda proud of it, you know?”

“Yeah. Well, I mean, if you’d like I can help you out.”

“How so?” Hazel arched a brow, almost expectant.

“Well, uh, like going shopping with you, or doing the cooking and cleaning so you aren’t on your feet all the time. Maybe… this too?” Destiny nodded to her current position as her roommate’s personal bra.

“You know, much as it annoys me, I’d like that. Makes me feel all pampered like a prince or princess.”

“I’ve, um, got stuff to do, so I’ll see you later.”

“See you… slave.” Hazel said it jokingly, even giggled afterwards and enthused that she was kidding, but it reverberated in Destiny’s head. She had basically offered to be her roommate’s servant.

In her room, she found a plain brown box on her bed and inside was the dildo of her dreams. Fifteen whole inches for her pussy, each millimetre shaped flawlessly after Hazel’s own member. It came with lube, though she left it alone for a moment as she studied the rubber tool, then licked at the purple tip. Maybe one day, she’d serve Hazel in this way too?

Chapter 7

How could she be so stupid? Agreeing to that quest was pure folly on her part, an outright act of impatience to do something that would come eventually. Now she didn’t know what to do. Monica hadn’t spoken to her outside of work, even then it was so awkward that Destiny tuned it out, resulting in more failures toward the quest. It didn’t matter how many customers came up to her and asked for assistance, she was sure it was a failure.

Worst of all, she became too preoccupied to even pay attention to Hazel. This whole thing was for her sake and while she stood by the decision to give her crush a companion in abnormality, it had gone completely awry. Now that left her in bed, watching the countdown tick away toward whatever punishment the app chose for her. Maybe she’d turn into a newt then get better? At least that way she could quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail and be truthful about it.

Like that would happen. Thirty seconds to go, Destiny just dropped the device and curled up tighter, as if she could safeguard herself from whatever magic that had turned her life on its head. Even without the screen, she kept count in her head. Maybe anticipating the worst, she took the last fifteen seconds to appreciate the smallest parts of herself. Like her fingers that had diligently gotten her off more times than she could count.

Five seconds…

“Please, just don’t make me leave Hazel before I can fix things,” Destiny whispered and clenched her eyes shut as the final second trickled by.

Naturally, she expected something akin to fire and brimstone to bubble up throughout her veins. At the very least, she was sure it’d make her grow a cock twice her size, since her giving Hazel one had caused more than a little strife for her. Yet nothing happened.

All she felt was the soft weight of her duvet and the tension of all her muscles. No, surely something had changed. Destiny rose from her bed and set her spare phone up, her portrait in full view. Nothing. Maybe her pyjamas hid it? She tossed both her shirt and pants aside to take in her naked self, from the supple D cups to her similarly soft gut, all the way down past her pleasant hips toward her feet. All ten fingers and toes, two boobs, two nipples, one vagina and anus. Everything was normal.

Part of her perked up with the hope she’d somehow avoided failure. She checked the app, excited to finally, she hoped, find another slot that she could give to herself - and turn her own body into something Hazel would adore - only for her heart to sink straight to hell; she failed. But it wasn’t a punishment for her, no. On the screen was Hazel’s name and a single line of information below.

“Double the burden,” Destiny read aloud. Oh no, did that mean it would make her twice as big? Guilt briefly warred with her lust when she imagined her crush with boobs the size of beachballs, until the latter dominated. She’d just fucked Hazel’s life up even more. What kind of miserable excuse for a friend, let alone a potential lover, did that?

Her other phone showed her exactly who; Destiny Jones. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in self-loathing, she had to check on Hazel. If she really doubled in size, then movement would be so hard for her, meaning Destiny needed to be with her. She flung open the door of her room and rushed out, only to freeze when she spotted Hazel’s hair in the kitchen. So she could move, that was a relief. However, that sensation didn’t last long.

Reality often disappointed her. Things just couldn’t be like a game, she couldn’t stroll down a street and see a dragon fly overhead, or hear the gallop of a sexy centaur play hunting its mate, yet she feared she’d taken that normalcy for granted as Hazel turned to talk to another Hazel.

“No, I told you we need to cut back on the sugar,” one Hazel said.

“But today sucked! Come on, we need something to pick us up,” the other responded.

Destiny blinked and rubbed at her eyes in a cliché hope it’d clear whatever delirious dream she’d wandered into. While the dual Hazels remained, she did re-evaluate just what she saw. There weren’t two of her crush, not exactly, instead it was two identical heads on one, slightly larger torso. All that differentiated them was the change in parting, with the left keepings hers in that same direction and vice versa. Maybe if she spent longer looking at them, she’d notice other differences, but at a glance it really was impossible to tell them apart.

Though she doubted anyone would spend long looking at either head when the rest of Hazel’s body was, for lack of a better description, fucking insane. ‘Double the burden’ had gone above and beyond. Two tiers of breasts hung from her chest, each teardrop a sensuous behemoth, larger than a beach ball. From what Destiny could see, the nipples hadn’t duplicated on each, though her gaze quickly swiped to the four arms moving around the kitchen counter. She honestly thought she might’ve eaten something heavily dosed with drugs based on that visage alone.

At least the ass was the same. Huge? No. Positively enormous? God yes. It looked to stretch a good three or four feet back from Hazel’s pelvis. Destiny frowned, no it was closer than that, given where her legs stood. But that didn’t make sense. It looked much too close.

Then she got her answer as Hazel turned slightly to reach a cupboard. Not only her arms, boobs, and head, but her legs, torso, and hips had multiplied. Destiny thought back to the game from what felt like a century ago, wherein a giant centaur-bodied human rampaged. Now, while not titanic, Hazel had become just that. Her cock had naturally doubled as well, in size and number.

Unlike the rest of her, however, they were situated at both ‘standard’ points. One hung up front, gigantic despite its flaccid state with a matching set of balls, while another oddly remained close to her secondary torso. Ruled by curiosity, Destiny moved closer and crouched down to get a better look, finding that it’d grown a sheath of sorts that fused with Hazel’s skin to keep it aloft. Probably to avoid it dragging along anything on the ground.

Getting that much closer also put into perspective just how huge her ass was. Since it couldn’t necessarily be cloned like the other parts, it instead channelled all that into raw size. Just looking at it had Destiny panting for air, like she was already pinned underneath eating out her roommate’s asshole. Obscured, but not completely hidden, she found a juicy pussy peeking out.

Destiny felt at her own and found her naked lips drenched in want. Oh fuck, she was still naked too. Although, so was Hazel, but that might’ve had more to do with the scraps lying around the couch area. What must it have looked like when she grew into her new form? Fuck, what the fuck was she thinking about? This wasn’t any time to fantasise over Hazel’s impossibly sexy body.

It was one thing to make her crush a shortstack of the highest calibre with a cock pornstars would tremble before. She’d gone far beyond that. Did Hazel even have a normal life? A job, social life, hobbies? With the reality warping, she could’ve been held captive in a lab for most of her life. Hell, maybe things had changed so Destiny was like her handler out in the ‘wild’. She couldn’t rule anything out when bullshit magic was involved.

“Oh, hey.”

Destiny shot upright, briefly forgetting her nudity as her breasts jiggled back into place, “Hi!”

“Glad you’re here,” the left Hazel said, casting a critical eye over her body, “She’s been bitching about not seeing you all day.”

“Was not! I just wanted to make you’re alright, Destiny. You’ve been acting kind of… off.”

“What? Me? No! Just, uh, had a bad stomach is all.” She was getting too wet just talking with them. It didn’t help when the Hazel-taur turned around and all her magnificence came into view. A pair of hands held a plate, while the others kept her breasts in place, each mound jiggling like jelly in an earthquake with the lightest step. Destiny stiffened in restraint, lest she jump at them and never came back.

“Okay, that’s good. Wanna watch something?” Right-Hazel asked and climbed onto the couch, stretching her lower-half out like a dog, with her upper-torso propped on the arm. It didn’t leave any room for Destiny though, “Well?”

“There’s no where for me to sit.”

Left-Hazel just rolled her eyes, “Just sit between our legs like normal. You’re sure you feel alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, fine. Totally fine. I’ll, uh, squeeze in here.”

The couch was deep to her relief, allowing her to fully sit down even with Hazel’s second-belly against her back. Not that it’d be the biggest problem of the situation, that honour went to the dormant cock mere inches away from her left arm. Glancing to her right, she saw the other member draped over a leg, which curled up to rest over Destiny’s bare thigh. It’d be so easy to reach out just a little bit and grab them both.

“Anything catch your eye?” Right-Hazel inquired as she idly scrolled through their streaming services. The left head was busy eating their sandwich, which left one hand unoccupied. Or it would’ve been, if she wasn’t busy groping a breast.

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh? What show is it?”

“Uh, um, new season of South Park started.”

“Really?” Left-Hazel groaned.

“Sure.”

So they watched. Destiny had no clue what was happening, but that wasn’t the shows fault, it could’ve been just about anything, even the most bombastic Michael Bay crap, and her attention would never stray from a seemingly captivated Hazel. In the eyes of the public, she was probably labelled a freak, bullied throughout her life. She really had to make it right somehow.

“I hate to admit it, but you were right,” Left-Hazel said after finishing the sandwich.

“Told you. Sugar makes everything better.”

“Not everything,” Destiny said, unconsciously reaching over to feel the sheathed cock. It pulsed at her touch.

“She’s right. We’re overdue.”

“Finally,” Right-Hazel groaned and shifted her secondary hips toward Destiny, who finally realised what she’d been doing, snapping her hand away, “Why’d you stop?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you gonna relieve us?” Right-Hazel pouted, “We didn’t do it yesterday and you know we can only do so much on our own.”

Left-Hazel nodded, “She’s right. God, our balls feel like they’re filled with lead.”

“Is it… painful?”

“Hmm, not really. Just super heavy,” Right-Hazel answered, “But that’s fine, because you’re gonna empty them for us.”

There was no room to refuse her. In whatever history the app created around this extremely altered Hazel, it involved Destiny services her so often it was just a foregone conclusion that when they needed relief she would act accordingly. Not that she planned on denying them anyway. It was her fault that she ended up this way, with a body so overwhelmingly sexual that Destiny didn’t even know where to begin. Well, there were two increasingly obvious places that preened for her attention.

A pair of cocks swelled in unison from the left and right. One’s skin stretched tight around its girth, the flesh drawing back to reveal a fat, purple head just begging for a kiss. The other appeared already hard, its sheath opening wide for the shaft covered in thick veins that Destiny could practically feel stretching her little pussy. How far did her service to Hazel go?

She looked to the futa’s dual heads, receiving only lust from each. They were waiting for her to start. Gulping down her nerves and questions, Destiny reached out with both hands to grab Hazel’s members. A shudder ran through her, hairs raising all over, when she felt their heat. Uncountable veins throbbed against her hands and sent their heat cascading through her. She clenched her thighs together in a vain hope of hiding just how wet she was.

“Not to be rude, but can you hurry? This is just making it worse,” Right-Hazel said.

“R-right,” Destiny licked her lips and slid off the couch to the floor, where she came face to face with the rear shaft. Its double was at the front, tended to by her left hand. Coming so near to one brought a searing musk to her attention. She honestly didn’t remember the last time she got that close to a dick, though even if she did it wouldn’t compare. This was a fifteen-inch monster covered in a layer of grime from being in the sheath for days perhaps.

Suitably, it reeked of cock. Destiny leaned further in until her nose was almost touching its tip, amazed that such a strong musk could affect her so. Vague memories of visiting farms came to mind as she sniffed, of the unbridled scent of nature, however this was condensed into sex. In the corners of her vision, Destiny saw Hazel’s voluptuous thighs shifting, the futa anxious to begin.

“Here goes,” Destiny said under her breath, freezing when her breath made the prick jerk suddenly. A drop of murky liquid beaded at its peak, then broke and slid down, falling to the couch with a soft splat. She must really be close, Destiny thought and took a deep breath of that shocking aroma, then dove in.

Dicks weren’t her speciality. She’d seen plenty of porn, but that was all with professionals, of which she was not, yet she still tried. Her first attempt was surprising as her throat opened for at least six inches, before her acid reflux triggered. Luckily, she didn’t puke, though a surge of spit came up as she dragged the shaft out. She reached up to hold Hazel’s dick. When she pulled her hand away, it came with a layer of her spittle, webbing the digits together. God, was her saliva really that sticky?

No time for ruminations. Hazel gave a thrust that missed her mouth, but made it clear just how impatient the human-taur was. Another deep breath, one that echoed in her own crotch, and Destiny went back in. This time she paced herself and stopped after just a few inches, running her tongue all over the weirdly delicious organ. Its flavour matched the musk, overwhelmingly enticing. She slurped and almost gagged as the shaft flexed hard, unleashing a deluge of pre straight down her throat.

What the fuck? Destiny kept suckling, eager for more. It was salty, bitter and tart, each similar yet distinct on her tongue as another surge poured out. She stroked the ten or so inches not in her mouth, all but milking Hazel of that juice, and spreading her spit all over. Just a minute into her first time blowing a cock, she pushed further.

Wary of triggering her reflux, she took it slow. Ever since the app showed up, she half expected to adjust to all the craziness, and she had, given her reaction to Hazel’s latest transformation, yet the comparatively simple things stunned her. Like the fact her underused throat had stretched around eight inches of fat girl-dick. She’d never even stuck a finger down there and now here she was sucking dick like a pro.

Maybe not quite a pro. More of a living cock-sleeve. She was stunned into stillness, barely doing so much as breathing, which left Hazel to do all the work of pulling her dick back, then inching it down again. This continued for several pumps when Destiny finally got a grip on herself again, pouring all her energy into making up for lost time. Using what little knowledge she had of fellatio, she slurped all the way up the eight inches, then pursed her lips tight around the head as she descended once more.

“What about the other one?” Left-Hazel asked.

Oh shit, Destiny thought and remembered the second member still in her grip. It took all her higher brain functions to keep herself from gagging, leaving little else for moving her arms. Still, she had to try. Anything for Hazel.

Her attempts were far from graceful. One second, she’d have her rhythm, sliding one into her throat as she bobbed her hand down the other, and the next either her hand was motionless or she pushed too far and retched hard. The only silver lining was each failure led to more spit, which made the next dive smoother. Eventually, she found a leisurely, but consistent tempo that appeased both cocks. That didn’t mean Hazel was satisfied.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” Right-Hazel grumbled, though her tone was lightened by pleasure.

“Maybe she needs some encouragement?” Left-Hazel postulated.

“Hmm, let’s try it.”

Destiny’s throat was quickly vacated. She hacked up spit and pre, looking to her roommate in partial frustration, having just succeeded in getting another inch down her gullet, but that soon changed to confusion as four arms pulled her up.

“What’s going on now?” She asked, then squeaked when the arms flipped her around, resting the frontward cock against her face. A drop of pre leaked out and down its central vein, breaking against her nose. Destiny snorted to clear it, but more just kept coming.

“You lack energy, we’ll fix that,” Left-Hazel said. Their arms pushed her away, letting their shaft fall under gravity’s sway to line up with her lips. Destiny gulped air while she could, anticipating a brutal face fuck that’d leave her messy and breathless. Before the cock even touch her lips again, she was panting as familiar, if estranged sensations crashed over her. What she wouldn’t have given for this moment even before the app showed up.

Hazel was eating her out. Not that just, but with expertise unbefitting someone of Hazel’s status. That is to say, a virgin lesbian. Then again, she thought and opened wide for the fattest cock she ever had, or probably ever would see in her life, Hazel’s new history might’ve included a crash course on carpet munching like a pornstar. It seemed the only reasonable explanation in that moment, not that Destiny struggled to consider anything more as she succumbed to the ecstasy of giving and receiving.

Though she feared it was better for her than for Hazel. Both her love’s heads were in on the game, tag teaming her snatch with very different styles. Left-Hazel was obvious by her methodical technique, every sensitive place targeted for max effect, only going wild for brief moments. The right, on the other hand, was pure enthusiasm tempered by drips of skill. For the most part, however, Right-Hazel mashed her face into Destiny’s pussy and shoved her tongue deep, whipping it around like a crazed snake while she sucked and slurped and nibbled on everything in reach. The constant switches proved effective as Destiny raced toward an orgasmic crescendo.

She sucked dick the whole time. It wasn’t a need, but a must that she reciprocated as best she could. Destiny gagged and licked on every inch that tested her gag reflex, pursing her lips tight for the shaft to glide through. Doing so gathered swathes of her thick saliva, which oozed down her face. It got in her nose, choking her even more thoroughly and saturating her sinuses in the stench of girl-dick. Some dribbled past and forced her to clench an eye shut.

So fucking filthy, Destiny thought as she slobbered all over the phallus. Hazel, simultaneously, picked that moment to up her game. When either head was pushed aside, they peppered her thighs with kisses. What should’ve been foreplay instead added to the experience of having her pussy devoured by Hazel. Trickles of fem-cum streamed across Destiny’s stomach and broke against her bust.

God she was such a slut for Hazel. What else could she call herself anymore? She waited on her every need and now, when those needs turned sexual, she felt no apprehension in covering her face in her own spittle and choking on a cock. All for Hazel.

Destiny pushed herself further. An orgasm approached, yet it wasn’t Hazel’s, meaning she’d failed at one of the few ways she could do to make things up to her crush. With that in mind, she tried ignoring all the wonderful pleasures in her pussy and devoted herself to the girl-cock. She’d just reached ten inches, yet another five remained unacquainted with her slutty gob. Destiny took a deep breathe ripe with dick and spit, then shoved herself forward.

Tears burned her eyes and mixed with the slob dripping from her head. Nothing stopped her. She tracked the distance toward Hazel’s crotch through bleary vision, using every millimetre nearer as motivation, even as her whole torso convulsed. Moans tried making their way past her lips, but nothing got past the thick shaft. She conquered another inch, nearing a foot. Hazel seemed pleased as she upped her own fervour.

Deeper… Deeper… Deeper.

That was all Destiny thought about. Her mantra worked as twelve, then thirteen inches vanished down her gullet, wrapped tight in her flesh and slathered in drool. Despite her pace, Hazel took things into her own hands. Or a pair of them anyway. Two arms sank down, the others squeezing Destiny harder to make sure she didn’t slip away, and grabbed onto her head. For a moment, they weaved into her hair and just massaged her. Then they pushed.

Destiny couldn’t breathe. Every attempt at an exhale just resulted in bubbles from her nose and inhaling was a just a pipe dream. She gagged, more dribble escaping and coating her face, though she didn’t pay any attention to that. Her nose was mashed against wrinkly skin, which meant she’d succeeded in taking all fifteen inches. No, not yet. Hazel still needed to cum.

For that purpose, the willing cocksleeve pushed against her love to extract half the dick. She tried for more, however Hazel slammed her back down, cramming it all inside once more. That became their dance, a tango with a silent tempo that quickened with every heartbeat. Hazel slurped and guzzled pussy juice, yet her sounds were blanketed by Destiny retching as she repeatedly forced her mouth down to the base. Hazel’s scrotum felt more and more swollen each time her forehead impacted it.

Then, finally, a powerful moan vibrated into her folds. Destiny’s head was shoved down, held in place by a quivering Hazel, whose every other breath was a moan. Her tongue thrashed about inside the pussy, the heads indistinguishable in their intensity, and she thrust against Destiny in a blind craving for release. Both whined in harmony as their orgasms struck.

Nothing prepared Destiny for the ensuing flood. The dildo had been prolific, but she’d never tried drinking it before, not that she really had that problem with the cock pulsating so close to her stomach. Its first volley filled her in an instant, yet it went overlooked when her climax struck. Already full of seed, her heavy gut felt tighter as her muscles clenched and unleashed a tide of her own. Gravity wouldn’t be ignored.

As her fem-cum poured down her rounded abdomen, Destiny gagged harder when gravity took its toll with Hazel’s seed. It oozed up her oesophagus, inching toward her mouth even as more gushed into her belly. Neither of them stopped, prolonging one another’s orgasm, neither bothered even when cum-bubbles swelled and popped from Destiny’s nose. Spit was replaced by jizz as it leaked out.

Yet she was nowhere near done. Aside from the current dick pumping her guts full of semen, the other remained forlorn, left to twitch in the cool air, covered in spit. If she had the ability, she’d gladly welcome it into her pussy. Hazel had no intention of letting her down though, holding her tight throughout their ecstasies.

“Hey? Come on, we’re not done,” Hazel said.

Destiny groaned and coughed, hacking up a thick, oddly bitter fluid. She wiped at her eyes and pulled layers of stickiness away. When she finally looked around, she was still in the apartment, but more importantly, a very hard, very insistent cock was staring straight at her lips. Clearing her throat, she found it sore and clogged with cum. Still, she had to do this.

Just opening her mouth made a sound like squishing glue. Destiny extended her tongue, a glob of jizz on it, the flavour so intense she didn’t know if she’d taste anything else ever again, and swallowed the tip. Oh god, her whole body felt so… alive.

Remnants of her orgasm tingled all over. Even her lips were erogenous against Hazel’s cock, the pumping of her love’s heartbeat echoing in her own chest and luring her closer. She cupped her heavy balls, so ripe with unspent cum, and pulled on them, desperate to feel them against her chin. Overflowing with slick, sticky semen, and stretched out from the other member, the passage was smoother. Ten inches vanished down her gullet with the rest creeping inside.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Told ya she just needed a warm up.”

“You didn’t say that.”

“Well, I was thinking it.”

“Whatever, let’s just enjoy getting our dick sucked.”

Neither head talked to Destiny as she gagged on their cock. They barely thought of her as anything more than a sex toy, or a slave to their lusts, just a slut that lived with them and existed to get them off. Hazel moaned as the slut went harder, face-fucking herself on their prick until rivers of spit came up. She was already covered in her own cum and spit, so Destiny purposefully choked to make more. Anything to make it better.

“Oh fuck, she’s really going at it.”

“So wet and tight.”

“Can’t hold it.”

“Fuck it, let’s just cum!”

Destiny gave a high-pitched moan as they thrust forward and pinned her against the floor. The Hazels lowered their haunches to trap her, pushing and pulling with all their legs to grind and fuck her. She pushed her tits together to create another layer of pleasure for her love, who just kept moving with depraved purpose.That being to cum inside Destiny’s throat yet again.

It didn’t take long. In the span of mere seconds, Hazel was thrusting, then pushing down hard, balls palpitating wildly as they unleashed another flood of jizz. Every drop went straight to Destiny’s stomach, the path clear and unencumbered by gravity. For her part, the willing cum-dump rolled her hips as if the cock was pumping into her womb. She still couldn’t breathe and her belly was much too full, but she relished every second.

To the point of pulling on Hazel’s rear when the orgasm finally passed.

“Sorry, Destiny,” Left-Hazel said, “We really need a shower.”

“You were great today. Looking forward to tomorrow!” Right-Hazel called back as they walked into the bathroom. There was no chance that hadn’t been altered in some way for the futa, but Destiny wouldn’t know for a while yet. She had to get back to her room and try finding some way to reverse it.

Being so small couldn’t have been easy. Now, on top of that, she was possibly the most unique entity on the planet, or at least amongst humanity. How many times had doctors prodded her, tested on her, tried working out just why this ‘mutation’ took place? Hazel deserved normalcy, or something closer to it.

“Come on, there has to be something I can do for this,” Destiny said, scrolling through every option the app gave her. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. “Fuck! Come on, just give me something, anything! Stupid thing.” She chucked it onto her bed, careful even in her anger not to throw it at the wall, and flopped down, heedless of her messy body.

“Please. Just let me make it right.”

Chapter 9

Much as she wished Hazel’s lips were against hers instead of Monica’s, she just didn’t have the patience to wait. Every iota of her new body needed someone to touch it, the deeper the better, and in that instance Monica was the only option. Destiny put their previous altercation behind them in favour of brighter prospects, like getting a hand crammed up her snatch or those fingers sinking deep into her fecund ass. That could just barely wait as she wrapped her tongue around Monica’s while they blindly fumbled for the break room handle.

Once inside, it took a simple swing of Destiny’s hips to slam it shut. No one else was around yet, ordered out into the store proper by a swift message from Monica on the drive over, leaving the room mates alone to indulge in unfiltered passions. The short manager jumped at Destiny, forcing her onto the coffee table, creaking under their combined weight. Neither were bothered and focused on disrobing.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Monica said, rearing back to look down on Destiny’s upper body, the stars of which were the twin spheres larger than both their heads put together, sitting high and proud. Her nipples, despite the apparent implants, stretched across the peaks and up toward the leering woman. Destiny ran her hands up and down her manager’s hips, their skin a stark contrast to one another.

“Then why not come get your fill?” Destiny’s invitation didn’t go unwelcome as Monica dove in. She barely had to fold over to wrap her lips around a teat, so fat she struggled just to fit it in, but that didn’t stop her from inhaling and earning a keening moan.

Monica put her hands to work on the other breast. Pulling away, she licked all over the stout peak, then switched to the other, hips rolling to a quiet thumping in their chests. Destiny wriggled and got a leg wedged between hers, which she immediately reached down and pulled toward her, squealing when it squished against her overripe pussy. Waves of juices pooled on the table as she ground against Monica’s leg.

“So big,” Monica groaned, hands roaming all over a breast as she kissed and sucked on the nipples.

They felt incredible. Destiny hadn’t considered implants before, content with her size, however with the magic of that app she wondered what she was thinking. Every drop of saline that stretched out her flesh pushed nerve endings to the surface, pining for any touch and relaying every single sensation to her brain a thousand-fold. Not to be forgotten though, her nipples felt primed to send her over the edge any second.

It all worked in harmony to douse the poor table in her juices. A lurid splash and squelch matched her moans whenever she raised her hips in search of more pleasure, grinding the fat lips of her cunt along Monica’s leg. Nestled deep in those folds, her clit pushed out and nearly fried her senses.

“Hey, you okay?” Monica asked after Destiny froze.

“Y-yeah!” She reached up and grabbed her manager’s cheeks, “But I want more. Eat my pussy!”

Just that touch on her clit was like a thousand volts of electricity in her veins. She felt ready to jump on anyone, any thing, in that instance, but Monica was right there and more than willing to make up for her mistakes. All it took was spread legs and a firm push to get the dark skinned domme kneeling between her thighs, face overshadowed by Destiny’s massive labia, so engorged with lust they’d turned a ruddy pink colour. They darkened as Monica approached.

All it took was a single peck on her folds and Destiny was flying. She splayed her legs wide, then swung her feet around Monica’s shoulders to pull her in deeper, mashing the black woman into the gigantic pussy. Not that her friend made any fuss. All those pheromones Destiny produced were heightened with the rest of her, all but drowning Monica in chemical lust.

Destiny rolled her hips to the pounding her heart. Each facet of her roommate’s face dug into her folds, her nose the most prominent in coaxing swathes of fem-cum. She could just imagine Monica’s face, since it was impossible to see it with her curves in the way, doused in her juices and gasping for air, instead gulping down the muggy aroma and fuelling that ever present desire for more. Which they both received in droves.

Years of experience crashed through her. Monica’s tongue knew so many patterns, swirling and flicking like an artist, all to create a vision only she knew. Every slight movement pounded through Destiny. Pleasure rebounded between her erogenous zones, bouncing and gaining momentum, hurtling toward blissful release. Then Monica stopped and extracted herself.

“Why’d you STOP?” Destiny arched her back as those lips and tongue returned, except they attached to her clit. Lightning could’ve appeared between her nipples when Monica inhaled around the nub, as it was she slapped two hands onto each tit and squeezed for all she was worth. Pulling on them, pain lifted the pleasure higher. Yet she didn’t cum.

“More, more, more. Come on fuck my fat cunt!”

At her words, a single finger teased her chubby folds. It fully slid inside and she felt a closed fist against her, but nothing more. Before she could say another word, Monica unfurled her fingers and shoved forward. Holy fuck! Destiny didn’t say anything, or even scream, instead her body collapsed around the wrist and sucked hard. Inch by inch, Monica’s forearm vanished inside her, yet it wasn’t enough. Even with the sucking on her clit, she wasn’t quite there.

“More,” Destiny crowed, hands roving all over her tits and pinching her nipples at that point. She felt it, that elusive glorious release, however she still needed something more. If she was with Hazel, this wouldn’t be an issue. Those massive cocks would fill her equally massive pussy so wonderfully. She realised what she needed from Monica.

“Your other arm, push it in, now!” The suction paused, then resumed as she felt a second set of fingers slip between her lips. Hushed words of encouragement pulled them closer, as did the mighty undulations within, until Destiny finally got what she wanted. A proper filling.

Both arms slid deeper, only stopping at the elbows. From there, it became trickier, requiring her to stretch as Monica’s shoulders got in the way, not that she minded. Destiny couldn’t have fathomed such pleasure before. She felt every heartbeat against her walls like the bass at a nightclub, the vibrations only feeding back into more ecstasy. All she could assume was her thick sex was responsible.

“What are those?” Monica asked, separating in shock, then gave a wet gasp as she suddenly yanked forward. The penetrated woman had no idea what happened, only feeling greater pleasure and the clenching of her kegels.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Just go deeper!”

What neither of them knew, though Monica could feel them, was the dozens of thin, pink tendrils spiralling all around her arms. When she tried tugging on impulse, they responded in kind and pulled hard enough to bury her face in Destiny’s cunt. As she calmed, soothed and aroused by the situation, they relaxed and guided her into fist-fucking the hole. She eventually took charge and curled her fingers to punch deeper.

High pitched moans punctuated each thrust. Each time, Monica arched them just a little higher, forcing the fleshy walls to stretch around her limb, always thrusting just above the puckered cervix. The tendrils didn’t relent and adjusted to the tempo, then ramped it up while she lashed her tongue all over the outer pussy.

“So close. Just a… little more,” Destiny encouraged, rolling her hips up and down  to the pounding of her snatch, sending her fluids pouring all over.

It really was so close, all but grazing her senses. All she needed was another push, something big. She grunted and clenched what she assumed were her kegels, then slapped both hands down on her room mate’s head. Or the back of it anyway.

Neither girl moved an inch. Destiny quivered in place, but no more, at least outwardly. Inside, she wasn’t sure what didn’t move. Her fecund belly writhed in abstract shapes, while her pussy collapsed in on itself and the arms and face currently filling it, as she panted for whatever air she could. Then Monica uncurled her hands, palms against the pulsating cervix. While neither could see what happened, Destiny felt it in pristine detail as the occupant of her womb forced its way out and into her canal.

It crept lower, all the while absurd sensations played out under her skin. For all Destiny knew, she had cum dozens of times in the last seconds, however she couldn’t recognise this pleasure. All at once, she felt like she was fingering her pussy, while simultaneously sucking on her clit a dozen times over, accompanied by… something foreign. It wasn’t until she felt Monica’s lips from within that she had a clue.

Which was confirmed an instant later as whatever moved through her pussy shoved into her manager’s mouth. She knew that from the teeth and tongue pushing into it. Whatever it was. Destiny didn’t question it any further as her whole body peaked. She pushed on Monica’s head, forcing her deeper past her labia, while the strange object shoved from the other side and forced her roommate to retch as it slid down her throat. A flood of fem-cum followed right away and sprayed out from between Destiny’s meaty folds and Monica’s head.

In her blind ecstasy and need to prolong it, Destiny rolled her tongue out and wrapped it around a breast. She took the excess spit and rubbed it all into her flesh, all but addicted to touching her massive titties as bliss bombarded her. By a miracle she didn’t pass out from it all, yet that didn’t leave her much better off as she lost all recognition of her environment. The world just melted away around her.

It only came back a rush of lukewarm water splashed her face. Sputtering, Destiny tried bolting upright, but her body wouldn’t allow it, instead forcing her back with a splash. Monica’s face looked down, hair wet as if fresh from a shower. The raw smell of sex, however, contradicted that notion.

“Hey,” Destiny said, licking some of the water from her lips, then frowned at the taste, “What is that?”

“Your cum,” Monica chuckled, “Figured you should know what you put me through.”

Propping herself up a little, Destiny got a proper view of the gallon bucket, “Um, how full was that?”

“There’s a second one over there.”

“Oh shit… that’s pretty hot.” Destiny sniffed a couple times, vision immediately swirling as she was all but drowned in the aroma. It saturated the air, so dense it clung to her nostrils and lodged there. Another breath and her pussy was frothing. As was something else.

“Looks like your friend’s ready,” Monica said.

“My friend?” Frowning, the impossibly large girl looked down at herself, again blown away by her sizes, then noticed the sinuous length waving above her popped out belly button, “Oh… that’s… cool.”

“Always wondered what you had in there. Turns out it’s a fucking constrictor.”

Not exactly, but close enough. An odd violet colour, it was perfectly smooth but for a couple veins thicker than her fingers. Its girth astounded Destiny, mostly for the fact it fit in and outside of her, easily the size of a normal woman’s calves. Before her eyes, it slimmed down, then bounced back and swelled even larger. She groaned deep and held onto her churning belly. When it calmed down, her pussy was throbbing, in desperate need of another proper climax. Her eyes turned to Monica, who was still naked.

“Round two?” Destiny asked.

“If you think you can handle me.”

“You know I can,” Destiny said and pulled her down. Monica took the momentum and swung her leg over the mountain of tight flesh. Curling her own body around it, they mashed lips once more, though with an addition as Destiny put her elongated tongue to work.

She didn’t know what to expect as she all but poured it down her manager’s throat. Something disgusting? Maybe. Certainly not the subtly sweet fluids that surrounded her tongue. Or were they sour? Whenever Destiny grasped the flavour, it changed, yet she still enjoyed and pushed her tongue deeper. Monica swallowed around it without hesitation, pulling it further until the muscle reached its limit.

While Destiny got her fill, her womb’s occupant grew impatient. Both girls grunted and clenched around one another as the fat tendril slimmed and darted straight for the only other cunt in range, that being Monica’s. Once inside, the strange creature undulated as it sought new depths, then it swelled. Just a little at first, gently filling Monica and testing her bounds. It slid to and fro like a wary animal on first encounter.

Neither of them complained. Though it was comparable to a tongue for Monica, her younger roommate was inundated by pleasure. Every inch that pushed in and out of the black woman did the same for Destiny, grinding against the resting nodules along her pussy walls. She kissed harder, pulling Monica down to mash their tits together, though hers didn’t compress nearly as much.

Then, like a flipped switch, the tentacle shuddered and tripled in size. Monica yelped into Destiny’s lips, throat vibrating against her tongue, eyes rolling as a deep moan rumbled within and her pussy convulsed. Nothing in her life prepared her for the constant swelling in her tunnel, its girth shoving her walls apart and forcing them into its shape.

All by design of course. Its sleek flesh allowed for swifter movements, especially when the juices flowed as free as Monica’s did. A shrill, muffled cry harmonised with Destiny’s as it lunged forward. It piled into the smaller girl, kept from her womb by the cervix, yet even as the space inside her ran out, length kept pouring out to smash against her folds. As it did, Destiny’s belly flattened.

She pulled her tongue out so they could look between them. Where her gut had returned to a flat plane, Monica’s had become lumpy, misshapen by the creatures attempts at penetrating deeper. Between their bodies, several feet writhed indignantly. Destiny focused through her pleasure and quelled it, meaning she did have some control over her ‘baby’. In that case…

“Come here,” Destiny said and it obeyed, surging back into her womb much to her delight. When she looked pregnant once more, she stopped it, leaving at least a foot stretching her roommate, before addressing her, “Ever done ass stuff before?”

“Of course.”

“Good, because mine feels left out.”

Truth be told, Destiny wasn’t into anal. She didn’t usually see the appeal in it when her pussy did the trick, though she had tried it just for the experience. Her new body, however, craved more. The tendril would look after her cunny, and she could grope herself easily enough. All that left was her ass untended to.

“You’re so dirty. Not that I’m complaining,” Monica cooed, gasping as she moved off. The tentacle extended with her, almost like an umbilical cord. Destiny rolled over onto her hands and knees, presenting her rotund ass cheeks to her shorter co-worker, each orb at least a foot wide and tall in that position. Looking behind her, they completely overshadowed Monica, who stepped closer to pull them apart.

“What’s the verdict?” Destiny asked.

“Stunning,” Monica said, then vanished between the fat globes. A moment later and her tongue was on Destiny’s puckered hole, stunning her for a second, before a set of fingers snuck in. When her hole devoured them, more were added until an entire wrist and forearm crammed inside. Destiny froze, trying her best to retain her awareness. Then Monica punched forward and grabbed something deep within.

Whatever semblance of control she had over her tentacle was lost. Destiny pumped back against her manager’s fist and arm, while the tentacle hammered Monica’s pussy with all the force and grace of a bulldozer. That didn’t stop her from grabbing onto more of whatever filled the girl’s anus.

Nothing should’ve surprised Monica anymore by that point. The fact Destiny’s ass was lined in small nubs that grew larger the deeper in she reached, until they were more than enough to fill her hand, gave her pause. But she recovered quickly as her own cunt was churned into a waterfall. Not on par with Destiny, of course.

The girl was pouring juices by the bucket load. She wasn’t squirting. Monica was all too familiar with girls that could squirt entire ounces per orgasm, this was pure pussy juice, cupfuls of it splashing against the already drenched coffee table and spilling over the ends. All the while, she milked whatever she’d grabbed deep inside Destiny.

Doing so only made the tentacle pound her that much more violently. She didn’t know if it could cum in the normal sense, not that it made a difference for either girl as they worked the other towards climax. Monica added her spare hand into the mix, first testing Destiny’s pliant ass with a finger, then slipping inside with as much ease as with her pussy. Another of those nubs filled her hand and compelled the tendril to slam into her own cervix.

Discomfort briefly dampened her pleasure, however the subsequent thrusts and sheer fullness of her canal overwhelmed it soon after. Before long, her haywire nerves took the near-painful sensations and converted them to pleasure. Each thrust rolled through her entire body, pushing and pulling it almost like a puppet. The cunt-tentacle, its name still a work in progress, slimmed down as Monica’s chest pressed against Destiny’s pillowy snatch.

Its intent became obvious as another few feet slipped into the open. While more surged into Monica and coiled in around itself, filling her snatch to and beyond capacity with its writhing flesh, the excess lassoed around each of her breasts and pulled them together around itself. Once tight and secure, the tentacle swelled yet again until Monica was whimpering in abject bliss.

Destiny, of course, felt everything. She had no control over it. Nothing but a passenger in her own body as it sought after and was pushed to greater heights. All she contributed was the fondling of her overly firm titty-spheres and the chubby nipples at their peaks. Everything else was Monica or the tentacle’s doing.

And god what wondrous work they did.

Every second seemed to drag into forever as the very air caressed her skin. Not only the touches, but sounds and smells, even the taste on her tongue, all harmonised to drag her pleasure out for eternity. Destiny clenched her anus down on the arms penetrating her so deep, yet she craved more. Something bigger… dirtier.

“Put your leg in me!” Destiny blurted.

Monica froze, “You want what?” Her frown was audible.

It took a moment to gather her breath and thoughts, “Your leg… push it up my ass… wear me like a fucking boot.”

Of all the things that happened that day, her words weren’t the strangest. Monica must’ve thought so too, as she didn’t question the request, instead tugging her arms free of the reluctant hole. Without bidding, Destiny rolled back over and sat further back on the table, offering space for her manager, who eyed the splayed cheeks with hunger. All it took was a single look beckoning her forward and Monica dipped a toe in.

It didn’t take long for depravity to take hold. Monica’s foot pushed through, wider than her arm, quickly leading to the ankle, shins, and eventually the calves. Groans of pleasure drawled out the deeper it went, Destiny’s ass palpitating and pulling on the ever fatter limb. Unbidden, the second foot shoved its way inside.

“Ooh, fuck… yeah…”

Nothing in her life stretched her so wonderfully huge. Or maybe it had? This was a new reality, where she and Hazel were apparently fucking on the regular, and she could only imagine how it felt to have either of those dicks inside her. Regardless, she didn’t remember taking them, giving Monica the temporary honour. But soon, Destiny would get irreparably reamed by the one she longed for most of all.

Until then, she had more pleasure to distract her. The second calf slid in, knees plying her slutty asshole open, while her tentacle took the added pressure in Monica’s cunt as a challenge. Squelches and gooey slurps announced every thrust in and out respectively, spilling more of her juices. Mere droplets against Destiny’s geyser-pussy.

“I’m so fucking deep,” Monica said, propping herself up to look down at her lower body, now sinking between the monumental cheeks, drawing her own snatch nearer to Destiny’s much larger one. All the while, the tendril was pounding away, sliding several feet around and between her tits, down between clenched thighs to barrage her cervix. Curling her toes as her cunt was stuffed beyond former comprehension.

She did the same for Destiny’s ass. Everything logical decreed that pushing her legs in to the thighs was impossible, that her toes shouldn’t be more than two-feet deep in her roommate, or that she could keep going. Yet it was real. Every square inch wrapped around her leg was too vivid, those nubs the size of fists closed around her feet, clenching and relaxing as if to milk her. There was no way she could go any further, right?

Destiny proved her wrong as she reached down and grab at her hips. A tremendous tug shoved another few inches up her ass, Monica’s sides pushed her cheeks apart in search of deeper penetration. Through it all, her tentacle just kept fucking. Another pull elicited a heavy grunt from the overstuffed girl as Monica’s waist vanished inside.

Looking down at her gut, Destiny moaned at the obvious imprint of a foot in her belly. Whatever the app had done to her body went beyond simple insanity, as she wasn’t sure if Monica had reached her belly yet, or whether she still had one. But such things were trivial against the pleasure of feeling Monica slide further and further. She almost felt like she was on helium, floating in an atmosphere of her own pleasure, despite the constant addition of weight.

“So deep,” Destiny groaned.

“It’s like your ass is eating me,” Monica panted. Sweat coated her ebony flesh, glistening brilliantly and making it easier to suck her deeper. At her words, the anus clenched hard.

“Yes… ooh, yeah, eat you… my ass… gonna eat you up,” Destiny whispered in blind ecstasy, not concerned when her body pulled Monica even deeper.

Not that either paid it any attention as the tentacle thrashed about. Already on the brink, the lewd absurdity of her situation pushed Monica over into a chasm of bliss none could escape from, though she didn’t try to. Her tits were squeezed to the point of crushing, pussy crammed so full it pushed on her bladder and anus from the inside, all while her chest was swallowed whole.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, FUCK!” Destiny cried as her own climax befell her. Buried so deep, Monica’s face was directly in line with the girl’s pussy when it erupted with cum, all but drowning her, soaking in every inch of skin and hair in its path. Nothing spurted from the tentacle, though it writhed in the same throes of ecstasy as its ‘mother’.

Eyes rolling, Destiny lost all thought. She didn’t even register her own body further drawing Monica in, forcing her to curl up, forcing the girl’s fecund middle to explode in mass, easily doubling the rest of Destiny. Foot after foot of tentacle extended into her ass, connecting them on the deepest level possible as it slimmed down and pierced Monica’s womb. Thanks to the prior orgasms, she barely registered the sensation or her predicament.

“Destiny? You alive?”

“Huh? What?” Destiny rubbed at her eyes. Why did everything feel so heavy?

“We’ve got a bunch of Karens’ asking for the manager. That means you.”

“What?” Destiny repeated, brow furrowing. She tried sitting up, only to be outmatched by her own weight. Where was Monica anyway? “You mean Monica, right?”

“Who?”

Chapter 11

Waking up should’ve been a strange affair. She’d finally slept with Hazel, that fact alone would boggle her mind if she weren’t immediately beset by her lover, who pounded any and all thoughts from her head, fucking her body, mind and soul until they were all mush. Of course, she could have protested at any time. They hadn’t even had breakfast after all, but that required stopping. Honestly, Destiny wasn’t she could stop either herself or Hazel at that point.

Any given second, a cock impaled her cunt or ass. Hazel didn’t stay still for even a fraction of a second, always moving, thrusting and fucking, trying her best to turn Destiny into a living fleshlight. Successfully. The egregiously fecund girl pushed herself back and forth, taking the huge dick as Hazel ramped up, nothing but a wet sleeve and basic motor function. Her stomach glided along the mattress, swollen belly button tingling each time.

As her strength gave out, Destiny listed forward. Her tits mashed into the bed, nipples throbbing from the dozens of orgasms lingering in her system. Every inch of cock that stretched her open pushed her closer to yet another climax. Hazel didn’t even need to move and she’d cum in due time.

So it continued the entire morning. Fortunately, neither had work, though Destiny had no clue about her new schedule. It didn’t matter though. She would gladly be fired if it meant Hazel kept pounding at her sopping wet cunt. To no one’s surprise, consciousness abandoned her before long.

When it returned, Destiny felt… light. Almost ephemeral, like a feather that’d vanish in a gust, yet turning over brought her weight back into the picture. Opening an eye, she was huge, though not ginormous as yesterday led her to expect. Her belly stuck out well over a foot from her frame, surpassing her boobs and pushing them into her chin. Normal tits of their size would naturally pour over her gut, but these were implants that she had no memory of getting. At least they’d keep her chin warm.

But they weren’t the issue. Yes, her pregnant belly remained enormous, however it looked half its former size. Propping herself up, she rubbed all over the sphere attached to her.

“Oh god, did I digest her or something?” Destiny groaned, still groggy enough that the implications didn’t register. What did, on the other hand, was the need to pee.She waddled into the bathroom, heedless of her naked state.

“Can’t you knock?!”

Destiny froze at the voice and looked up, finding her manager sat on the toilet. Shock and relief stole her voice, then tears flowed and she couldn’t resist rushing over to envelop Monica in a hug.

“Ugh, let go. You’re covered in cum.”

“I’m sorry,” Destiny sniffled, just noticing that nearly every inch of her skin was covered in dried, flaky jizz.

“God, your hormones are all over the place today,” Monica sighed.

“Uh, yeah. Are you… okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You… my… you know?”

“So you gobbled me up with your ass again, that’s nothing new,” Monica shrugged, “I know how you can get when you’re really horny.”

“It’s… normal?” Destiny frowned, wondering what possessed the app, or whatever god was fucking with her, to give that ‘ability’.

“For you, yeah. Are you okay?” Monica asked.

“I think so.”

“Good, then get the fuck out so I can finish,” Monica tossed a roll of toilet paper at her.

Destiny squeaked and waddled away, closing the door behind her with a deep sigh of relief. Thank god, she hadn’t killed her roommate. Although it did raise some concerns, like how to deal with the fact she’d fucked Monica behind Hazel’s back. She did it in a moment of weakness, of mind melting lust that consumed everything. That didn’t make it right.

On the subject of things that weren’t right, the quest should’ve completed by then. Why wasn’t she back to normal?

Back in her room, she found her phone undisturbed on her bed. The screen lit up when grabbed it, showing the logo for the Unreal Creation app, before shifting to an update screen. She tried tapping elsewhere, but it wouldn’t go to the normal display. Her persistence was rewarded as it came up with an explanation:

An update is in progress to make the experience more enjoyable! In the meantime, congratulations on going above and beyond. For your efforts, your sexy new body will remain as is. Everything else has been reset. We hope you’ll continue to enjoy Unreal Creation for a long time.

Destiny sighed. Nothing she could do about it then. Except maybe delete the program, though she wasn’t sure that was even possible. Something that affected reality and history had to be insanely powerful. A deity or something must be responsible. From what she knew of mythologies, gods and goddesses never took kindly to perceived slights. They might not take kindly to her refusing their ‘gift’.

Not that her new body was all bad. She sat on her bed, ass sinking deep into its mattress, and ran a nail along her firm breast, then hissed in pleasure when she scratched her nipple. While she’d never thought of herself with implants before, bigger boobs weren’t outside of her fantasies. Even the heavy swell of her gut had grown on her in such a short time.

Her ass eating someone whole nearly sent her into a panic, yet even that turned out pleasurable. Monica’s weight pushing down on her body, forcing her to always clench her pussy tight, just made sex with Hazel an even more incredible experience.

“Hazel!” Destiny gasped and got up. She had to see if she was alright now. The app claimed things had reset, but it forced this body on her, which meant it clearly didn’t care much for its own rules. Unless it genuinely saw this as a reward for her. Maybe she would too? Only time would tell.

“Stop getting distracted. Gotta find Hazel.”

Right on cue, her door opened and a wave of white hair bounded in, then leapt at her, knocking the air from her lungs. Destiny fell back onto her bed, the boards creaking worryingly loud, then was caught in a kiss. Just one set of lips this time. She recognised the taste, not just from the lipstick, but also a faint whiff of her own fem-cum. Compelled by forces beyond her control, she crammed her excessive tongue down Hazel’s throat.

The girl suckled on the limber muscle as it wriggled down her oesophagus, as if trying to taste every little part of her. It wasn’t until she ran out of air that they pulled away, Destiny retracting her tongue, coated in Hazel’s spit. Both gasped when it came free, panting and red faced.

“Figured you’d like that surprise,” Hazel said.

“Yeah, I did,” Destiny leaned away, a dopey grin on her face as she looked her lover up and down. Despite reverting, the things they’d done hadn’t gone away, even though Hazel had returned to her petite self.

She almost couldn’t wait to fuck her again. Their bodies were so drastically different now, as juxtaposed as their hair colours, it’d make for an interesting experience. Hazel shook her head, a taunting little smirk lifting the sides of her lips.

“No can do. If I let you have free reign we’d never get anything done.”

“Yeah, but it’d feel good,” Destiny pouted, though she didn’t push any further. Hazel was right. The tiny girl got up and walked away, pausing in the door to look at her still prone girlfriend.

“Come on, breakfast’s ready. Though I bet you’d like to eat something else.” She wriggled her hips at that, bringing Destiny’s gaze straight to the pair of tight shorts painted onto her frame.

“Yeah, I would.”

“Later,” Hazel giggled and headed into their kitchen, “You’re always so horny. Makes me wonder how I outlast you all the time.”

“Well, you know,” Destiny blushed a little as she sat on the couch, still naked, “You’re just that good.”

“Or you’re too sensitive.”

“Probably both.”

“Hmm,” Hazel thinned her eyes, setting a pair of plates on the coffee table, then prodded the much larger girl’s tit with the blunt end of a fork, earning a sharp moan, “Pretty sure you’re just too sensitive.”

Hard to argue against that. Destiny still felt the cold metal where it poked her, an all too lurid tingle that lingered and dripped down into her core, the tentacle within her belly waking in response. She rubbed her bump, if it could be called that. A mistake as that just fuelled the lust bubbling beneath the surface.

“See? Too sensitive,” Hazel said, reading her like a book.

“Alright, alright, you proved your point. Let’s eat before I attack you,” Destiny said and picked up her plate, stacked high with a mix of rice, fish and soup. Her partner’s portions were much smaller, sized for a regular person, whereas she had enough for a dinner and a half, “Are you sure this is enough?” She asked, sarcastically.

“Of course not. I’ve got seconds waiting, so eat to your heart’s content.”

The pregnant girl blinked at her in shock. No, it did make sense. They fucked for so long last night and well into the morning. What time was it anyway? She’d been constantly distracted by changing reality to check, but, looking outside, the sun was blaring down at them. It had to be noon at least.

That helped settle her concerns over the amount. It was breakfast and lunch. Spoon after spoon of fragrant rice shovelled into her mouth, mixed with crispy, tempura-fried fish and the occasional slurp of the soup. Everything was so good. Of course it was, Hazel made it for her. No other thoughts entered her mind until the last grains vanished. Even then, her sole desire was for more.

“Here, I’ll get you some,” Hazel said, already finished as well. Just a moment later and almost the exact same plate appeared before her.

Yesterday was too stressful to notice anything about herself beside the obvious. Hunger was one of them. Having such a voracious sexual appetite translated to a normal one too, and it didn’t help that she was pregnant with a strange tentacle creature, which made its presence known every other minute. Her second helping was gone just as quick as the first. Finally sated, she slouched deep into the couch and sighed.

“Was it good?” Hazel asked, sinking in alongside her.

“Oh yeah. Maybe it sounds strange, but I can’t remember the last time you cooked for me.” Which was true. Hazel did cook often, but usually for herself, as they all had different hobbies and schedules. That made eating together difficult, so they just made their own meals when it suited them.

“Don’t worry, I have that effect on people,” Hazel wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah you do,” Destiny said and leaned for a peck on the lips, which quickly turned into a slow, languid kiss, tongues teasing one another until they were pulled past one another’s lips. The urge to grab Hazel and pull her tight was overwhelming, but she held it in as the petite girl’s hand ran along her breast. How something that small felt so amazing was obvious.

She really was that sensitive. To Hazel’s touch at least. Her fingers weren’t anywhere near her nipple, yet it felt like she was pinching and pulling on them, but they were circling in. Hazel pushed the digits in, barely making a dent against the kilograms of saline stretching out the sphere. She shuffled closer, hand dividing their chests as she finally came to the teat.

Several things played into Destiny’s spontaneous climax. Hazel’s knowing touch was just one part. The warmth coming off her, the scent of sex lingering in her natural scent, her eyes looking up and catching Destiny’s, who squeezed her thighs together, while the smaller girl suckled on her tongue. All those things, combined with her full belly, formed the perfect explosion as Destiny squirted all over the table. Her moans were stifled against Hazel’s lips, though still more than audible.

“So messy,” Hazel said, saliva dripping from her lips.

“Sorry.”

“I think you should clean it up.”

“Okay,” Destiny said and tried getting up, but a quick tug kept her in place.

“No mop. Use your tongue.”

A murky river spread across the coffee table. Drops separated from it, sitting in place, as if daring her to go through with it. She couldn’t do the carpet, though it was spared the brunt of her orgasm. Hazel sensed her hesitation.

“I’ll make it better for you.” She kicked up a leg and set her foot in the mess, swirling it around to get it nice and coated. Destiny almost moaned at her lover’s display of flexibility, the foot coming within mere inches of her face, “Now you’re cleaning me.”

Nothing could stop her from there. Destiny grabbed the foot and brought it to her face, unfurling her tongue, then flicked it along the sole, tracing the arch and slipping it between the toes. Hazel was a clean person, despite their filthy night, however she still had a earthy taste. The skin was soft, much more than expected. She honestly wasn’t sure how to feel about the flavour of it, but a relaxed coo from her white-haired love made it worthwhile.Their positions couldn’t be comfortable though.

Destiny took initiative and slid off the couch to kneel before her. Then she took the still dripping foot, looked into Hazel’s eyes to make sure she saw exactly what was happening, and sucked a toe into her mouth. Her short lover groaned softly in response. This never entered Destiny’s mind, although nothing that happened in the past weeks had either. More surprising to her, was how she enjoyed it.

It wasn’t the foot specifically. Truth be told, she could take it or leave it, but seeing Hazel relax even deeper into the cushions, little body almost completely lax as Destiny rolled her tongue between the stubby toes, was a treat in all respects. Just knowing she was doing something for her was enough. Of course, she could do much more.

She cleared the foot and pulled her tongue back in as she crept up Hazel’s ankles. Kisses littered the pale skin as she squeezed in soothing patterns along her supple muscles, climbing one kiss at a time until she was between Hazel’s open thighs. Looking up, those eponymous eyes met hers with clear invitation. Nothing had to be said, Destiny was ready to dive in and drown herself in the juices of this girl she adored.

Oh god, she tasted incredible. It was just one lick, a teaser of what she could promise, but it sealed her fate. Destiny shuddered in anticipation, restraining herself with simple pecks and nuzzles against the folds, then wrapped her lips around the hood. A quick suckle pulled Hazel’s thighs around her head.

Though svelte, the girl had padding where it suited her. Squishy flesh drowned out the rest of the world as Destiny changed tactic, pushing in just the first couple inches of her tongue and swishing it about, while she moved her lips as if making out with Hazel. Heat washed over her taste buds as she twisted and pulled, gathering drops of fem-cum to gulp it down. Most pussies were bittersweet, sort of tangy in a hard to describe way, and were something of an acquired taste for Destiny. She had no issue with Hazel’s, though.

All she could smell and taste was her lover. If she looked up, hooded eyes and parted lips met hers, breaths ramping up slowly toward gasps of ecstasy. The feel of the carpet on her knees and belly hardly registered, while her boobs pressed into the couch and throbbed in pleasure, but it was Hazel’s thighs and squishy, slimy pussy that subsumed all else. At that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than to keep eating her delectable cunt.

“Push it in,” Hazel groaned from above, her voice practically vibrating through her thighs and into Destiny’s head, “Get your tongue in deep. Eat my whole fucking pussy.”

Destiny just moaned and obeyed her demands. This was what she’d waited for, an invitation to put her absurd body to good use as she pushed deeper, hands massaging Hazel’s thighs against her head, blissfully suffocating herself. Dainty fingers slid through her hair, a gentle pleasure amidst the constant pulsations. Inch after inch of her tongue passed through the folds until she tasted her lover’s cervix, but she added more.

It curled in on itself like a snake. That was her plan, using her sublime control to push on Hazel’s walls intricately, coaxing deeper moans, and a random yelp when she stumbled on the g-spot. Destiny grinned against the folds, then pushed the base of her tongue against the clit, sliding along it and Hazel’s lips as she worked to bring her release. To her surprise, she was pulled up and away.

Without a word, Hazel was kissing her again. Destiny moaned into her lips, tongue once again exploring the girl’s throat, and fingered her instead. Higher pitched breaths vibrated along her muscle, stronger with every second, a crescendo of ecstasy as she thrust harder, faster, all for Hazel. Only for her.

They pulled away only an inch, tongue still buried deep. Hazel panted through her nose, hips rolling quicker as her depths clenched tighter, juices flowing like a river, the sound of Destiny’s fingers consuming all else.

“I’m cumming,” Hazel slurred around the endless tongue, “Fuck! I’m cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” She kept saying it even as their lips reunited, grinding against Destiny all the while, before flinging her head back, lips sliding off the slick, limber muscle that connected them.

Spit fell from the pink bridge and onto their chests. Destiny lavished the feeling of it all, though nothing more so than the way Hazel squeezed her fingers, as if looking to crush them into dust. She kept wriggling, prolonging the petite girl’s climax, until she went limp. Both their faces were sloppy messes thanks to the tongue, which quickly made a beeline for the quivering pussy. Destiny was gentle as she lapped up the delicious drops.

“Good girl,” Hazel cooed, stroking her head and pulling her in for another deep kiss, though not nearly as moist, “But I think we need a shower.”

That was a fair point. Neither had anywhere to be, however Destiny still had plenty of dried cum on her body, and now there was plenty of spittle splattered about. She nodded and followed the svelte butt as it led her to a now vacant bathroom. Had Monica seen them together? The thought briefly chilled her post-coital warmth, but Hazel commanded her attention as she tugged her into the shower.

It was a tight fit between them. Well, mostly Destiny. Her body was big in every sense, between standing over a foot taller than Hazel, and possessing more than triple her mass in curves alone, but they made it work. She didn’t even think as she lathered her tits in soapy water and went to work on cleaning Hazel’s back with them.

“Hmm, nothing like a boob-loafer,” Hazel sighed.

“Is that all you think of them?” Destiny snorted, rising to her full height and capturing her partner’s head between her tits.

“Of course not,” Hazel said as she kissed each breast, “I love them. I’m so glad I got to room with you. The real things are so much better than your Instagram makes them out to be.”

“My what?” Destiny never used Instagram. She only used Facebook to wish her family a happy birthday every year, lest they call and berate her for it, and she hadn’t even loaded Twitter in the last year. Instagram was about as far from her mind as Pluto from Earth.

“Uh, your Instagram. You know, it’s how we met. Well, I mean, I was stalking your pages way before that, but it’s where we started talking.”

“R-right,” Destiny said and squeezed her close, hiding the frown on her face. Just how much had things changed?

Retiring to her room, claiming that she had things to do, which placated Hazel well enough, she went to her computer. A groan slipped out when she sat down, her chair’s arms bit deep into her sides. Sure, it can rewrite entire history, but wouldn’t update her stupid chair, she thought. After some adjustments for comfort, Destiny finally got to work in checking everything possible.

“No, no… I’m a fucking influencer?” The word and its connotations were bitter on her tongue, like bile stuck in her throat, mixed together with that weird jaw ache she sometimes got with a cold. All she could think of were people like the Kardashians.

Mercifully, she hadn’t somehow turned anywhere near as shallow as them. Racing through the myriad of posts, she came to the start, which ‘explained’ why she got massive implants four years ago. The logic was questionable, but also not as insane as she expected. Put simply, she was a boob girl and implants were the only option available to her for the size she fetishised. Looking through, she’d started out relatively small.

It was like an addiction. At first, she seemed happy, but then the posts started asking if she was big enough, then redundant questions that very much sounded like internal justifications she used when buying unnecessarily powerful pc hardware. Sure enough, not even six months after the first surgery, she went bigger. That just kept happening until she ended up where she was now.

Unsurprisingly, her proclivities extended to her ass. Looking through some of the unposted stuff about her belly and the eternal pregnancy, didn’t reveal much on that side. It just sort of happened. Demons? Angels? Some unholy eldritch abomination from the cosmos? No idea.

Still, people seemed… happy for her. A lot of her posts didn’t shy away from her sizes, framing them as the focus, a fact people in similar positions appreciated. Especially moms-to-be. While they couldn’t empathise with her plastic augmented tits and ass, how she turned her pregnancy into a positive for her looks inspired them to enjoy it. At least she was doing some good.

And, truth be told, she did look amazing. Implants weren’t on her mind before, and she might’ve preferred a more natural look, but pain-free augmentations weren’t something she’d complain about. Destiny sighed and rested a hand on her implant, which, according to her latest update, held no less than sixty-thousand ccs of pure saline. That fact alone turned her into something of a medical miracle.

The only thing on par with them was her belly. Her pregnancy wasn’t insanely quick, just a product of at least three years of development with an inhuman creature. So many scientists wanted to study her, though she was still a human being and had rights. Plus her social media presence made it impossible to spirit her away.

In her messages, she found Hazel’s name. Just like she’d said, they’d connected online first and, after a while, Destiny invited her to move in with herself and Monica, since their roommate had left. Not that she had any idea who that was. All that mattered was justifying Hazel moving in. That was a couple years ago and, not long after, she started posting about her awesome girlfriend.

She couldn’t help giggling as her posts changed to more romantic focused. Occasional cosplay sets cropped up, usually with Hazel nailing it, and Destiny turning any character she tried into a hentai variant of the most niche variety. One of her favourites was of her and Hazel snuggling on the couch, with her tiny lover absolutely dwarfed by the tits and belly.

A sudden ping broke her focus. She struggled to get up, but managed, then waddled to her bed. The app was done updating.

“Oh… oh wow…”