Chapter 61 - Sharing the Blessings

Possibly the greatest thing to happen to Mary was Carmen and the Futa Note. Memories of a past life spent manipulating and bullying the meek soured her mind on occasion, but were quickly squashed underneath her ‘true’ history, that being as a futa born with six, prehensile ever-elongating cocks, four breasts and a figure old-fashioned porn stars envied. More than that, however, was the new outlook she possessed.

Punishing those less fortunate than herself was such a simple, outright moronic choice. Why would she make them feel worse for not being like her, when she could give them a sample? Those ‘less fortunate’ than her were the girls in Saint Puella, as of yet unchanged by Carmen’s grace. Everyone knew of her, the supposedly trans girl, top of the class, and hotter than Hell in the middle of a wildfire in a sea of magma. Perhaps, for that reason, Mary couldn’t help but think of her as a true goddess. The goddess.

Not hers. She’d never be so bold to presume something like that, not when Carmen spread such bliss to others and needed them to satisfy her own lusts. Even Rachel and Stacy, who suited the goddess’s proclivities almost perfectly, weren’t enough. For that reason, Mary did her duty in finding more potential vessels for Carmen’s boundless desires. They weren’t hard to come by.

Mary, herself, had plenty of admirers around the school. Both in the those blessed by Carmen, and those still waiting for their turn, even if they didn’t know it yet. Only those completely oblivious didn’t know what went on during lunch, while many idled away in the cafeteria, eating a cheap meal provided by the school, Mary indulged in otherworldly delights. Just a week after Carmen announced that more would be included in her blessing, over a dozen had joined them.

In that moment, Mary’s ass clapped down against the biggest balls in the school. A cock pushed her stomach up and out, then fell away as her legs pushed up, juices gushing out, all four tits smacking around the bulge. Her own members weren’t idle either, as they wound around her partner’s tits and shoved down her throat. Alternating bulges highlighted their progress down her neck and into her stomach.

“Come here,” Ashley said and pulled Mary’s head to the side. Her lips spread around a juicy, dick-nipple that gushed with semen right away. The futa’s tits were massive, engorged with gallons of cum after only a few hours of abstinence, in just the one breast, all of which was destined for the blonde’s starving belly. Of all the diets Mary tried in her previous life, she’d never thought a near cum-exclusive diet would be the best for her.

Maybe the Futa Note had something to do with it, but every day she felt better and stronger and sexier than ever. Her breasts kept growing, her stamina improved, she even believed her mind sharpened too. All the better so that she may serve the goddess. Mary bobbed her head on Ashley’s cock, then moaned and gargled deep as pair of hands parted her tremendous ass cheeks, only to spear her anus on another dick. In the meantime, she focused her hands on stroking Ashley’s huge, main cock.

“Your ass is so good,” someone moaned in her ear. It wasn’t Dakota, the canine-eared futa busy taking Carmen’s five cocks, all in her tender cunt, she bounced her rear on Rachel’s twin masts. Her own knotted-dick flopped and splashed the three in jizz.

The futa in Mary’s rear dug her fingers into the firm cheeks and pushed. How long was she? Mary sucked harder on her lover’s nipple, body trembling as her bowels were invaded. Deeper and deeper, until the cock squirmed into her belly and, triggering her orgasm, met Ashley’s own dick-nipple. Then, as if it could improve any further, it rapidly fattened. A distinct, winding bulge ran the entire length of her insides and framed the juicy shaft stretching out her womb.

“Oh fuck,” Ashley gasped, “Is that...? I’m in her cock.”

“This is so good. I love getting my urethra stretched by another person’s huge prick,” the futa said, “I’m so glad I came to this school. Your ass is fucking amazing.”

“It gets better,” Ashley said and pinched one of Mary’s nipples, “Go on, make her feel good.”

Mary’s tentacles lurched at the command. There was something about Ashley taking charge that she adored. Perhaps because of their original history together? Regardless of reason, she did as told and focused her muscles on squeezing the unknown futa’s entire length. At the same time, Mary stretched her extra tentacles to her own ass, shoving in and winding around her new lover.

“That’s so fucking hot!”

Yes, it was. As were the many other acts of debauchery taking place around the bathroom, though none of the stalls were in use. A couple linked arms around Laura’s second-torso, letting her fuck and be filled simultaneously. Three others were fisting someone’s cock, its opening much more reminiscent of a pussy, complete with a clit, while their heads were literally buried in her tits. Zoey, despite the many options available, only bounced a petite futa with the roundest tits and ass around up and down her lush cock. She seemed almost distracted.

All she needed was someone that suited her best. Mary had Dakota and Ashley, and their goddess had two others as well. Eventually, Carmen would grace the Amazonian futa with a partner just right for her. Or as right as one could become without being Carmen. It didn’t matter that Mary hadn’t thought of horse cocks as the hottest things in existence before, on the goddess they were perfect for her. Especially that middle one with the spines and lurid nubs sticking up along its top and bottom.

She used her own tentacles to replicate how it must feel. The futa in her ass gasped and held on for dear life as the tendrils flailed about, jerked up and down, pressing through the flimsy membrane between anus and pussy to stimulate her other partner too. Ashley pressed her tits together, reading the encroaching pleasure on everyone’s faces, then stuffed her second dick-nipple down Mary’s eager gullet. Both members stretched her throat taut.

Sounds of pleasure rose all around. Mary breathed deep through her nose, or as best she could, and caught Carmen’s scent. No matter whose dick was in her face, or how many there were, her musk always shone brightest on the precipice of release. Dakota’s stomach bulged further as Carmen and Rachel’s members swelled, pussy sloshing loudly as she helplessly squirted under their assault.

“Gonna cum, Mary,” Ashley said and grabbed two tufts of hair, “You better drink it all.”

“MMM!” Mary groaned and started gulping in preparation. The cocks fucking one another inside her jumped in intensity, both their emissions filled out her belly, pushed it out against the three-foot mast pumping her womb between her tits. Everyone climbed toward climax, yet all eyes moved to Carmen as she panted. It was faint, but Mary noticed a crimson-pink hue surrounded her.

As the divine futa shouted her climax, so too did the others. Mary gargled around Ashley, who jerked against her face and tugged on her hair, while the other two inside the blonde shrieked in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled as her belly filled with litres, then gallons of thick semen. Like normal, she blew past most fruit comparisons, then exceeded a beach ball and teetered on a yoga ball. It was only then that pressure won out and jets of cum erupted from her lower holes. A shame, if only they had knots like Dakota.

Clean up no longer worried them. None of the janitorial staff were paid enough to care either and none wanted to wash away the glorious stink. The musk hung around the second-floor bathroom like a salacious spectre, both alluring and terrifying to those not yet initiated. As Mary left that Monday, she noticed six girls skulking behind a corner, staring at all the futanari either sauntering or staggering away. She let Dakota and Ashley go on ahead and approached.

“How long have you been here?” Mary asked, smiling seductively as possible. She leaned on the wall, breasts following suit.

“Uh, um, just a few minutes? Right?” One girl, quite mousy with her large eyes behind even larger glasses and a mop of chestnut brown hair. She was sleek, not too short, but her arms had a bit of flab, which she tucked away upon noticing Mary’s gaze.

“Y-yeah. Nothing more.” They were all the typical nerd girls in the school, though not blatant enough to have warranted Gretchen’s attention. Mary flashed her teeth; they reminded her of the geeks in old high school movies. Only difference is their inner beauty would only shine after Carmen felt it suitable. She glanced at another’s pants, trained to detect the faint wetness she tried hiding.

“Sure, if you say so. But I bet you wanna know what goes on in there, right?”

“We’re good,” the tallest of the group squeaked, voice cracking. Still growing up, Mary thought and licked her lips. Once her voice settled, she’d have a great, husky voice just perfect for seducing a meeker girl.

“Oh, well, if you’re sure then I’ll leave you be. Unless you’d like a taste?” Mary cocked a hip to really exaggerate her bulge. It wasn’t hard. She’d always had a strong reaction to clothes on certain parts of her body - or in her preferred life, she had - which put over a foot of her top cleavage on display. Thanks to Carmen’s generosity, she’d even had shirts modified to show cleavage in her lower pair. All that girded her crotch were hot pants that audibly strained around her mass.

All eyes moved to it, even ignoring her tiered bosoms. None had the tact to conceal their desires, least of all the mousy girl, who only wiped the drool from her chin when someone nudged her side. Mary flipped some hair from her face, then bent over just enough to bring her cleavages back into view.

“Come to my house later. Some friends and I will show you some of what goes on.”

“I…”

“Here’s the address. Show up whenever. My parents are out of town until tomorrow, so this is your only chance. My advice; don’t waste it. See ya!”

Mary strutted away with an even more exaggerated sway to her hips. While she didn’t hold any notions that she was the biggest in Carmen’s life, she still had more than a majority of girls or futanari. And more was only a request away. She bit her lip and wriggled in her chair as class resumed. A few inches more down below wouldn’t hurt. Or maybe more?

If there was any creed a futa under Carmen’s grace lived by, it was; bigger is better. Anything that made sex more pleasurable, like adding more clits to her pussy, or growing them elsewhere. Careful to avoid detection, Mary slid a hand into her pants, then pulled out her phone, texting Carmen the request. With any luck, she’d see fit to grant her sudden desire.

Doing so would make it even easier to indoctrinate those six. Once they saw the pleasure on offer, surely they would concede and lose themselves in the bliss as they should. Mary bit her lip and stroked her tendrils, keeping them docile for the moment. Tonight, they would be unleashed, each with their own female to sample.

It was just after she got home that Mary fell to her knees. Her cat wandered over to inspect, then sat and watched her moan and rip at her shorts in desperation as she was blessed once more. Mary groped her ass, almost cumming on the spot as more flesh squished between her fingers, then sang out as a sensitive ring pushed her cheeks apart. Feeling it, she had no doubt it was her pucker swollen like a doughnut and heightened to resemble a clit.

But it was far from over. She wrapped her tentacles around her breasts, feeling the mounds heat up and sensitise like her ass. The nipples sent sparks through her cunt, a jet of juices splashed into the ground and onto her fattening thighs. At the same time, the surface of her cocks bulged along the tops. She panted, staring through a deepening haze of bliss, and moaned as the surface rose up in random intervals to resemble, thin fleshy nubs over an inch long. They ground into each other and her world went white.

Her cat yowled as a splash almost coated it, then hissed and scampered away. Mary slumped onto her front, ass in the air, turning her face to see it in her peripheral. It didn’t measure up to Rachel’s, though she didn’t think anything did, but it resembled a pair of basketballs that flowed down into her equally rich thighs. Ashley and Dakota were bound to love watching it bounce as they rutted her from behind.

Even if they didn’t, she adored the reflection in her mirror. Carmen had gone above and beyond, not only amping her sensitivity, but bloating up her asshole and pumping more than a few inches into her curves. With her new thighs, she had to stretch them open to see her scrotum between them. Mary spanked her ass with a moan and giggle.

Ashley and Dakota turned up barely an hour later, dressed to impress. And more. The pair shrugged at Mary’s slack-jawed expression.

“Guess Carmen thought we were due an upgrade,” Dakota said, pulling at her pointless tank top, its neckline pulled so far down by her augmented bust that it hooked under her gorgeous, elongated nipples. It didn’t even cover her bottom-row, the nipples sticking straight out into the open. Of course, the biggest change came from down below, where her yoga pants were stretched over a pair of balls larger than all of Mary’s own merged together.

“Think she’s leaning a bit far into my chubbiness, though,” Ashley murmured. She was always a plump futa, plush all over, and that hadn’t changed, only where else it spread to; that being her pussy. By the looks of her distressed pants, she must’ve borrowed Dakota’s, seeing as Ashley mostly stuck to jeans or sweatpants. Tears led up to her crotch, where the usual bump of her cock and balls was present, beneath it, however, was a juicy mass that had Mary’s tentacles stiffening, “She also bumped up my production too, so I’ll be needing you guys’ help more often.”

“No complaints here,” Mary said and pulled her into a kiss, “Like the ass? I only wanted a couple inches more, but Carmen knew better.”

“It’s great, and… is that your butthole?” Ashley asked, feeling up the barely covered flesh. With Mary’s condition, she could no longer cover more than half her cheeks.

She sucked in a breath, “Yup. Can’t wait for you to break it in.”

“I think Dakota’s better for that now.”

Mary crouched down to their dog-eared lover’s crotch, “Oh? Hers don’t look much bigger.”

“I’m a grower now,” Dakota said, “Just you wait.”

“Looking forward to it. Well, the other girls should probably be here in a bit, let’s get ready.”

‘Get ready’ amounted to making out on the couch and half-stripping while Mary called the newcomers in. Only four girls turned up to her disappointment, however they’d come around sooner or later. The mousy girl was among them, to her relief, alongside the tall, husky voiced one. The other two weren’t much defined beyond one’s twin tails, and the other’s noted effort at a sexy outfit, with a pleated skirt and crop top. It was just a shame she didn’t have much going for her elsewhere.

Once Carmen got around to them, it’d all change.

“So, uh, what do we do?” The mousy girl asked.

“First of all,” Mary said, untangling herself from her lovers and standing to let them properly see her glory, “You can introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Sarah,” the mousy girl said instantly.

The taller one went next, introducing herself curtly as; “Blake.” Followed by twin tails, known as Megan, and the wannabe slut was Helen. With names exchanged and a very clear understanding of what take place - sex, of course - the real festivities were set to begin. That is, if not for the knock on Mary’s door.

Sarah answered for them, being the most eager and presentable, “Yes?” Her voice was barely audible, stunned into near silence.

“Here, feel free to drink as much as you like,” Carmen’s voice drifted through. It alone was enough to rouse all three futanari to a higher arousal, but the door shut a second later. Sarah returned carrying a huge, sloshing barrel.

“C-Carmen wanted you to have this.”

Popping the top off revealed a sea of creamy liquid. It wasn’t thick like cum, nor did it have the same punchy musk, rather the scent was intensely sweet. Mary slipped a finger in and licked it clean, cooing at the flavour. The others did the same, even their guests, all with the same reaction. Before she went back for more, her phone pinged at her.

For the girls. Don’t let Ashley drink too much unless you want her filling up twice as fast. - Carmen.

Tempting, but given the production jump, it might be too much. She didn’t understand just why Carmen would bring a barrel of delicious cream, however she knew her goddess worked in ways beyond her. It was sure to be good regardless. Interruption over, Mary reached out and pulled Sarah close.

“So, little mouse, what do you wanna do first?” As she spoke, Mary snaked her cocks out and wound them around Sarah’s slender legs.

“Um, I’m not sure. It’s my first time… with anyone… so, uh…”

“Then allow me.” Sarah wore a simple skirt and blouse, a pair of panties shielded her snatch, but it was easy to feel her desire through them. Mary licked along the subtle bump with a cock, humming her approval as Sarah’s breathing hitched up, then, with a firm tug from her tendrils, the girl’s panties were down, “Just relax and let me do my thing.”

Sarah nodded and leaned on the futa’s chest. Quivers ran up and down their bodies as Mary pressed the tall nodules on her cock against the girl’s heat, one sank deep into her, touching her virginity, then slid away as another flicked inside. Each time, the sound of her wetness increased, pussy sucking on each spine as they drifted away, then squelching as the next entered. Mary was methodical, breathing deep and using her hands to gradually disrobe the mousy girl.

Her focus on Sarah stripped away the others from her awareness, until a shocked gasp forced a glance. The rest were leaning over the barrel, slurping up its contents like a camel in a desert, but it was Ashley who stepped away first. Carmen’s text flitted through Mary’s thoughts just as her lover’s chest gurgled and swelled rapidly. Normally tear-drop shaped, the heavy globes rounded out into spheres with skin tighter than Gretchen’s egregious implants.

Her dick-nipples burst through her shirt. They didn’t grow, only twitched as their land expanded into planets all their own, pulling the others in with their gravity. Dakota was next to detach from the cream, arching her back to reveal her looser, but still massively improved busts. Streams of white leaked from their long teats, dripping onto the floor, while Helen, Blake and Megan reluctantly moved away. Once flat chests blossomed into daunting sizes rarely seen in porn.

Of course, milk accompanied the change.

Mary looked to Sarah, panting softly and looking longingly to the side. Even among her friends, she was small, more boyish, but lacking the tomboy aesthetic. Now, with the divine cream Carmen had personally delivered, she had a chance for something more.

“Fancy a drink?” Mary asked, still running her cock along the girl’s dripping snatch.

“I-I… should I?”

“That depends,” Mary cradled her head to her breast, making sure she could see the others as their lusts overcame them, the three girls and Dakota going down on Ashley’s pressurised tits, the tri-cocked futa moaning for release, all with tits larger than their heads, “Will accept my goddess’s gift?”

“Your goddess? You mean Carmen?”

“Yes. She’s unique from all of us, something far greater, and she’s granted mercy upon you, a chance to have boobs like you’ve only ever dreamed.”

Sarah blushed, “I don’t know, I’ve, um, dreamed of some pretty big ones.”

“Even better. Go on, have your fill, I’ll keep making you feel good the whole way,” Mary said and added two more tentacles to the one already pleasuring her new friend, using them to tease her thighs and clit. They stepped over to the barrel, still half full, and savoured its candy-like aroma, “Want a glass?”

Sarah didn’t answer for a moment, just looked into the white and licked her lips. She, then, shook her head and dove in, slurping up the cream with abandon, all while Mary crouched behind her and lifted the skirt. A gorgeous pussy greeted her, glistening wet and trimmed to perfection, yet that was also its only flaw. Too tidy, Mary thought and aimed one cock at the opening. Both sexes were drenched in Sarah’s juices, more than ready for the next step.

But first Mary had to sample her purity. The blonde buried her face in the virgin girl’s folds, slurping on them just as she did the milk, and groaned deep at the tart flavour. Satisfied, Mary aimed her dick and pushed against the opening, wriggling to gently nudge her way inside. Sarah clenched in response, but didn’t stop drinking, then relaxed as headway was made. Though a virgin, her hole stretched admirably to take Mary’s three-inch girth.

Sarah’s virginity caved just as the first nodule clashed with her clit, then slid in. It stiffened once inside and pushed on her walls, carving its presence in both mind and body. It only got better from there as Mary slid her other tentacles around the girl’s legs, up her belly, and spiralled around her flowering fun-bags. One looped around Sarah’s neck, feeling her swallow so greedily and moan like a slut. Always eager to improve an experience, Mary put her tongue to work on the girl’s anus.

A sexual stupor fell over them all. Time became a concept once more, abstract and only brought up once they had the wherewithal to question it. By then, all four girls were firmly inducted into Carmen’s grace, if not by the Futa Note, but Mary’s own ambition to spread the same joy she felt day after day. Of course, they weren’t unchanged.

Megan, Blake and Helen all woke from their sex-comas with tits the size of their heads and enough milk for several breakfasts. Everyone was covered in cum, some patches had dried overnight, but many remained warm and sticky. So preoccupied with their coverings, they didn’t quite notice the gigantic shapes that dominated much of Mary’s floor.

School proved interest that morning as Mary walked Sarah into its halls. Everyone made way for the former virgin, pressed tight into their lockers or any crevice they could find, lest they be knocked down by the yoga-balls on her chest. She currently wore a bed sheet tied into a knot just to hide her obscenely erotic majesty.

“Will you be joining us for lunch?” Mary asked the four girls. It only took a glance, then they all moaned as some leftover semen leaked between their thighs.

“Fuck yes!”

Once separated, Mary slung an arm over Ashley’s shoulders and kissed her hard, “You were amazing last night. So commanding. You should be like that more.”

“I don’t know,” the busty futa looked down, “I just can’t help it sometimes. It’s embarrassing when I remember some of the things I said.”

“Like when you told me to ‘fucking take every fucking drop even if you explode’?”

“Yes…”

“Don’t worry,” Mary looked to the divine presence in her periphery, “I’m sure we can help you with that.”

Chapter 63 - A Normal Night Out

Excitement and arousal had such a fine line. One so easily related to the other, more so than ever after Carmen’s incredible gift, though Stacy was confident she’d be just as happy to see her wonderful girlfriend… girlfriends, she reminded herself, with or without the impossibly erotic augmentations to their bodies. They just made everything better for everyone involved. Carmen most of all.

A blurry set of memories told Stacy just what her ex-employee had been through. Losing a father, living in poverty, studying day and night while working just to eat… she would gladly suffocate whatever god decided to put her through all that. But now, Carmen had both her and Rachel, and a book to make sure nothing so horrible happened to her or her family ever again. Not that she should need it for that purpose when her life was so glamorous.

Stacy pulled up into the driveway of a wonderful suburban home. It wasn’t hers, though she hoped to have one someday with Carmen, their kids, a couple dogs and maybe a cat. She rubbed circles over her belly and chuckled; it’d need to be bigger than this house. One or two, even as low as four children with Carmen didn’t seem possible. Not that she wanted it to be. The thought of swelling so beautifully fecund all from her love’s seed made her want more.

That could wait. Tonight was a simple date, just the three of them at dinner, talking and enjoying one another’s company. Sex would happen, an inevitability when Carmen was involved, but later, when they were all romanced by the atmosphere and each other. Stacy tapped the steering wheel to distract her from the yearning in her loins, then made the journey from her car to the door.

Difficult as it was with breasts larger than beach balls, a similar ass, and hips that spilled over into the passenger seat - luckily she didn’t drive stick - she enjoyed every moment. This was all Carmen’s doing, her desired form for her, and she’d be a fool to deny how much it suited her. Even back in college, people claimed she looked motherly, now her figure screamed that to the world. Her curves settled down as she knocked on the door.

“No! You’re staying here!” A shrill voice shouted through the barrier.

“It’s only for the night,” Carmen said.

“We’ll have her back before you go to bed,” Rachel added.

“Nooo!”

The door opened and there stood beauty in all its excessive glory. Along with a blonde girl latched onto a leg and looking up with the most adorably outraged pout Stacy had seen. Her eyes were accusing, unnervingly so, like a hardened detective staring right through every lie. In that situation, Melody looked beyond the obstructing mountains Stacy sported.

“She’s mine!” The little girl yelled.

“Melody,” Alicia groaned, coming up from behind, “Hi, Stacy. Sorry about this.”

“No, it’s alright,” Stacy crouched down, biting back the groan from her knees squishing deep into her breasts, “I’m not taking her from you, Melody. Promise, it’s only dinner.”

“But she won’t play with me if you go out.”

“She will, just later. Your sister works really hard at school and takes really good care of you and us. Doesn’t she deserve to be pampered every now and then?”

“I guess. Can’t I come with you?” Melody’s grip relaxed, though she remained locked around Carmen’s leg.

“It’ll be so boring,” Carmen interjected, dropping down to be level with her. Like with Stacy, her breasts squished up against her thighs, but it also made her ass stand out all the more, “Plus it’s a French restaurant, they only serve snails.”

“Eww,” Melody’s expression soured.

“And besides,” Carmen leaned in close, “Who’s gonna watch the house and mom if we’re both out? I’m relying on you to keep everything spick and span, Supergirl.”

“Okay,” Melody finally let go and stood up, backing away. Even crouched low, Carmen was eye level with the girl. Being so close to her only exaggerated just how tall the futa was as she stood up. None of them were anyway close to her chin, not Alicia, not Stacy. Certainly not Rachel, who appeared to have changed dramatically since their last meeting. She wouldn’t bring it up there, since neither Melody nor Alicia would know.

That was part of the true beauty behind Carmen’s power; no one but a select few knew when its power was at work. Anyone transformed had a life that reflected their new self, sometimes that meant a supportive relationship, or far more physical alterations in extreme cases, from clothes to houses. Because of it, despite her enormous curves, Stacy’s co-workers and acquaintances behaved as if she’d always been so voluptuous. Even though she still often bumped into them and spilled milk thanks to her much improved production.

Mel certainly didn’t seem to mind. Things weren’t even awkward between them, like her brief lover was content to have spent even a fraction of her life with Stacy and, though it sounded bad even in her head, she more than understood. If given the chance, she’d happily fuck a copy of herself. Unless it was a choice between the clone and Carmen, then the latter always took precipice.

“I’ll go get ready,” Carmen said and gestured for her to come in. When Stacy was in range, she whispered, “Thanks for helping. Melody can be a handful sometimes.”

“It’s nothing. Good practice for the future.” Again, a hand strayed to her belly, knowing full well several embryos developed day by day. They wouldn’t know just how many until much later, though she could wait. Just the sensation and knowledge that she was steadily becoming a true mom was enough for her.

“I like your thinking,” Carmen kissed her cheek, then quickly sauntered upstairs. Her two lovers moved into the living room, taking the couch. Hips squished together, Stacy finally took in the redhead’s latest alterations, a twinge of desire smouldering as she did. It was like her own body squished into a far shorter form, with double the breasts.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t stare,” Alicia said, joining them in a loveseat. She seemed to unconsciously make room for another, but after so many years as a widow, she must’ve gotten used to sitting normally. Did that mean a new partner was in the mix?

“It’s okay,” Rachel chuckled, “It’s hard not to, right?” She referred to her double cleavage, on full display in her unbelievably stretched shirt, the fabric taut around her front, cut perfectly to end just at her waist. Her ensemble changed into a mini-skirt at that point, or perhaps it was designed to reach ankles, pushed up and out to the point that it became miniature. The only thing keeping her cocks decent were the glossy tights, which kept them pinned to either thigh. And knees, Stacy noted upon looking further down.

“I’ve heard of people born with extra nipples, but I never thought someone had four breasts. Nevermind ones so big.” Alicia struggled to keep her eyes away from the redhead’s chest and fidgeted in her seat a bit more than someone merely uncomfortable would, “They must really hurt your back.”

“Not really. I’ve got very strong muscles beneath all this,” Rachel said and slapped a thigh, the flesh jiggling for several full seconds.

“Still… how don’t you fall over with them?”

“It’s easier than you think,” Stacy said, “When you’ve been so big for so long, it just kinda becomes instinct. Not to say I haven’t stepped on a couple feet by accident.”

“Especially when we’ve got great counterweights,” Rachel added, wriggling deeper into the cushions, which didn’t hold a candle to her rear. While Stacy didn’t have the same attachment to her as they did with Carmen, she couldn’t deny how bad she wanted to see those cheeks bouncing on her dick.

“Are you interrogating them again?” Carmen asked. All eyes went to her and widened, gawking like a supermodel had just stepped in, stripped down, did a strip dance, then offered them her body. Except Carmen remained clothed and stationary, doing nothing more than leaning on the doorway, hip cocked to the side with arms folded under her bust. A single piece dress sheathed her glory and left little to the imagination. That little bit, however, was enough to have Stacy’s fingers grasping at air in hopes of uncovering it all. A glance at Rachel found the redhead openly drooling.

“Nothing so nefarious,” Alicia said, a bit higher than she probably intended, since she cleared her throat, “You look… great, sweetheart. It won’t get cold?”

“I’m like a walking heater, it’ll be fine.”

Alicia’s concern was valid, given the backless design which, combined with her chest, allowed more than a little boob to be seen from behind. Not that many would linger that high up, eager to look at her ass. Up front, Carmen’s members were mostly loose, restrained by a series of string made to fit her attire. A long slit down her right let all bask in the beauty of a single, alabaster leg and glimpse the black splendour of her cocks.

Better to go before Stacy started something that, in all likeliness, would result in a mess in her car, “We’d better go, don’t wanna be late.”

“I’m starving,” Rachel cooed, patting her belly, only visible thanks to her specialised bras keeping her tits aloft. It, like the rest of her, had grown rounder but, unlike the others, it appeared much firmer. Almost pregnant. Alicia must’ve thought the same thing, because she suddenly refused to look anywhere near her daughter or the redhead, even as she saw them out.

“Mom! Come on, I need a princess to rescue!” Melody shouted from within the house.

“Coming! Alright, I’ll see you later, I guess.”

“I’ll let you know if I’m staying late,” Carmen said, glancing at her lovers, “I probably will now that I think about it.”

“Alright, stay safe.”

“I’ll look after them,” Stacy said as the oldest among them, though she certainly wasn’t the strongest. While Carmen didn’t look it, she could likely bench anything a bodybuilder did with less effort.

Their reservations at La Riviera took them to a booth at the furthest corner of the restaurant. The lighting was low, neighbours few and far between, and Carmen sat between the two curviest people in the establishment. Even a very obvious trophy wife with obnoxious implants had no option but to gawk as they passed. She wasn’t alone, of course, as all eyes turned on them. A waitress teetered as she swivelled around to keep looking too.

It didn’t matter that they sat down. People continued staring until they realised how rude they were being and finally returned to their meals, however all conversations, the few Stacy overheard anyway, were focused on them and the validity of their bodies. ‘Surely they were wearing bodysuits or something’ was the gist of most, earning a soft giggle from Stacy. If only they knew.

But she wasn’t there for them. Stacy made these reservations for two people, whom she sat beside in quiet happiness. Just feeling Carmen against her hip, innocent as could be, was enough for now. They’d get up to much naughtier touches in the night. Their server came, stammering throughout her introduction, and dropped menus, telling them, practically begging really, to call her if they needed anything. Carmen’s eyes lit up at the conspicuous offer.

“Thanks,” Carmen said and focused on her menu, softly glowing eyes dimmed a bit, “What’re you guys getting?”

“Dunno, I don’t know any French foods. Aside from French fries, but that doesn’t really count,” Rachel shrugged, “I’ll just get whatever she recommends.”

“And you?” Carmen turned her gaze on Stacy, a soft grin on her plump lips, “Anything catch your eye?”

“You, of course,” the buxom woman said, then chuckled, “Sorry, can’t help myself.”

“It’s alright. Don’t think anyone can really,” the triple-dicked highschooler nodded to the other tables ahead of them, heads turning away when they were noticed, “We should go out more often, it’s kinda fun knowing everyone appreciates you two the way I do.”

“They’re looking at you,” Rachel said, “I mean, we’ve got bigger tits and asses, sure, but you’ve got presence. Just you being here is totally intoxicating to them.”

“It’s not to you?”

“Oh it is, I’m just used to it is all.”

She had a point. Stacy hadn’t considered it much herself, but it really did seem like Carmen compelled all the attention, regardless of whether someone ‘outmatched’ her. And why wouldn’t they? She was stunning in every way possible.

They eventually settled on what to get and called their waitress over. A fluster had come over her since last time, like she was hot, or embarrassed by something. The latter seemed likely as the heat in her cheeks flared up when she came to take their order. Naturally, her eyes flitted between her device and Carmen, and she asked more than once for her to repeat their orders, as if she couldn’t get enough of that sultry voice. When the girl finally left, her steps weren’t confident. Like something was impeding her.

“You didn’t write her name did you?” Stacy asked.

“No, but I see why you’d think that. Maybe she’s trans?” Carmen mused, “How would it affect someone like her?”

“Only one way to find out,” Rachel said.

“Maybe another time, huh? We’re having dinner,” Stacy said, wanting to avoid this outing turning into another sexual affair.

“She’s right,” Carmen sighed and took a hand from both in hers, “I just want to spend time with my favourite futanari. And Rachel.” They chuckled with her, but Stacy noticed how the brightness of Carmen’s eyes flickered, her thoughts at war with herself.

Appetisers arrived not long after, surprisingly fast even. Their waitress appeared more flustered and kept shifting her weight from leg to leg, tugging at her shirt to pull it over her tight pants. She lingered longer than necessary, making sure they enjoyed the food, like she’d prepared it especially for them. Was she wearing a bra, Stacy wondered, glancing at the noticeable bumps on her chest.

“She really wants me,” Carmen sighed once they were left alone, idly picking at her scallops, “I can feel her lust. If it weren’t for you two, she’d probably have tried going down on me by now.”

“I’d appreciate some extra service,” Rachel said and ran a hand across the centre futa’s thigh, “Of course, that depends on Stacy.”

“I, uh, I think we should leave her be. She’s working, you know?”

“Fair, but what about you, Carmen? She clearly wants you, so what’ll be?”

She was silent for several seconds, then shook her head, “This is our night. I’m not about to fuck a stranger. That said,” her gaze turned to Stacy, “We could have some fun.”

Stacy had no rebuttal when the hand slipped from hers and moved across her huge, heavy breast. Unerring precision located her nipple even through her custom-ordered maternity bra, those being the only things capable of stretching and containing her huge, soon-to-be mommy milkers. She looked around, certain someone would be watching them, then realised that of course they were. It didn’t matter what they did, people stared. This just gave them a show.

And she’d be lying if she didn’t want Carmen’s attention after seeing her in that dress. The touch sealed in that desire, spread it throughout her body, like a billion little fingers teasing her nerves and compelling her nipples forward. Carmen’s palm flattened against one, yet even with her digits splayed out she didn’t cover the full areolae. That didn’t stop her sinking in and sloshing the milk.

No matter how much she emptied, she just refilled so quickly. The gallon jugs back home were all filled up in her preparation for that evening, yet now she felt ready to fill so many more. Hardly a surprise, Carmen made sure she had milk enough for everyone’s bottomless appetites. Stacy leaned back, meal forgotten and took to groping her other breast. Pleasure naturally turned to blood flowing into her own heavy pecker.

“I think I’m due an upgrade,” Carmen murmured softly, “You two make so much delicious milk. I feel a bit left out.”

“H-here? But everyone can see,” Stacy stopped her ministrations, though didn’t halt Carmen’s, “We’ll get thrown out.”

“I think it’ll be fine,” Rachel giggled, leaning over to squeeze their lover’s chest too, “Besides, an audience just makes it hotter.”

“I don’t know…”

“I won’t do it if you tell me not to,” Carmen said, though her hand kept moving, expertly picking out where to dig her fingers in and how to encourage the nipples to full hardness, like a pair of milky dicks just aching to enter someone, “But I’d bet your milk’s better than this food.”

She was probably right too. Magic had a propensity to make anything it touched amazing. Carmen’s semen, for example, surpassed nearly all culinary delights Stacy had made in her life, and though she’d spent most of her career cooking with it, her own breast milk never tasted so good. Who could even think to deny her that enjoyment?

“Go for it. Just please be discreet.”

“Always am,” Carmen said and shuffled over, Rachel following, then leaned down while a hand unbuttoned the blouse keeping her glorious chest trapped. Without anything holding them back, Stacy’s breasts exploded into the open with a firm slap against her ripe belly. Pieces of cutlery clattered against plates and some conversations died down, eyes turned toward them with greater attention than before, but Carmen paid them no mind as she raised a huge, buoyant tit for her lips to capture. Before it vanished into her mouth, a splash of cream invited gasps from the onlookers.

Then she was drinking. Stacy cooed at the sensation, cradling her girlfriend’s head like a newborn, while also reaching down to fondle herself. Except that proved unnecessary as small fingers replaced hers. She looked past Carmen to find a sea of red locks over her groin, which was revealed as her zipper sank. Rosy flesh appeared from her turquoise pants in the form of a veiny log of meat.

The tip appeared then, with a slurp, it was gone. Rachel moaned around it, tongue pushing around the soft rod, before it slipped past the hood and swirled around the sensitive crown. A slight grin looked up at her, then she glanced at Carmen, as if telling Stacy to focus on her instead. Stacy just leaned back and settled for groping her unoccupied breast, though leaving all that creamy milk to wait for its turn didn’t seem fair. Though if she drank too much, it’d amp up her production too.

Then again, she thought and moaned as Carmen suckled harder, draining her breast for all it had, maybe a bit extra was necessary. And she had to keep up with the other two, since Rachel’s must’ve increased with the rest of her. Can’t let the youngster be the better mommy. Stacy pushed her breast up, stared into the tempting nub at its centre, surrounded by puffy pink flesh, and licked her lips. It pushed into her mouth, across her tongue and into her throat. With just a quick inhale, the cream flowed.

Oh god, what a time to be alive. Running Soothe the Soul, her first time with Carmen in either reality, when she first changed and felt the full brunt of her lover’s abilities, were all themselves incredible. She’d never thought of being in public with not one, but two gorgeously over-endowed futanari pleasuring her. On top of their attentions, she got to enjoy the sensation of her own milk filling her belly and then warming her tits up. A faint gurgling rang in her ears.

Carmen gulped faster. Even as they both drank, however, Stacy’s chest ballooned, her cream rapidly taking effect to keep itself flowing ever faster down both their gullets. It wasn’t long before she felt Carmen’s chest expand into her belly, then the dampness of her lactation overflowing. All that paired brilliantly with the pleasure of Rachel’s lips, tongue and throat working over her length.

And everything was in view of the other diners. One couple, a man and woman, were openly gawking at them from just a few metres away. The man didn’t seem pleased at the sight beneath the table, even with Rachel in the way, Stacy’s size was obvious, while his partner openly drooled, fork halfway to her mouth. She only closed it when Carmen’s own gaze settled on her. The hand resting on the table vanished beneath it. At the same time, her cheeks turned a searing crimson.

Like that stranger’s not-so-subtle masturbation ignited something in her, Carmen sucked harder. The swell of her breasts increased, each burgeoning in time with her gulps, while Stacy’s grew faster than either futa could drain them. Down below, Rachel’s gob tightened around her shaft, massaging it from all directions. A familiar face came into view, timid, but always looking.

“Um, uh… you can’t…”

It was the waitress. Carmen’s hunch about her being trans proved true, as a slight bulge pushed out the crotch of her uniform. By design, it wasn’t much, though her chest really needed some help. She’d heard trans-girls struggled without augmentation to show results. But she could help this girl.

Stacy let her nipple fall free, licked the cream from her lips, and said, “Come here, quench your thirst.”

“I… I shouldn’t, it’s, um, I’m on the clock and Michelle will yell at me and…”

“Just come here,” Carmen groaned, pulling away for an instant.

“Okay.”

From there it didn’t take long for her to give in and take the long tit down her throat. She choked at first, though she recovered quickly and took the flow, moaning at the sensation that peculated in her chest. Stacy caressed both their heads, moans deepening as her pleasure built. Rachel heard it and bobbed her head, acting the part of a cum bucket with flawless skill, like every little flux in her oesophagus was designed to milk Stacy of her semen. All that and the publicity of it all finally got to her.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Stacy pulled the two closer, all but smothering them in her bosom, as she undulated her expansive hips, balls churning up a thick batter all for Rachel’s tummy. Dinner had been served, just not by the restaurant. She chuckled at the thought, then bit back a high moan as the bliss struck her. Carmen’s hands went down to grip her balls and felt like bolts of lightning striking her.

“Cumming!” Stacy cried. Milk erupted from her teats and overwhelmed even Carmen, who let it spill out and over the breast she rested against.

“Sorry I got us kicked out,” Stacy said after they were clothed.

“It’s fine, we weren’t gonna last the entire time anyway,” Rachel said.

“And I doubt I’d have enjoyed their dessert anywhere near as much,” Carmen added, “Though I did put on a few pounds. Or kilos.” She patted her expanded chest. It got hard to discern at that stage if she only grew a little, however she’d gained more than a few cup sizes in sheer milk production. They made it to Stacy’s car and were about to climb in, when a voice stopped them.

“Hey!” It was the waitress, now vastly improved from their first meeting, though her top struggled with her new, abundant chest. Not that she held a candle to the others, “Um, I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but you made me bigger right? Up top, I mean.”

“That was all Stacy,” Carmen said, smirking at her ever more buxom love.

“Can, uh, that is if it’d be cool with you, um, could I get bigger? I still feel kinda small.”

“Sure,” Carmen pulled a door in the back open for her, “Hop in and we’ll make sure you never feel small again.” She looked to Stacy, who just nodded, breasts still full. Besides, she loved helping someone love themselves.

By that night’s end, the waitress left with perky, beach ball tits, enough milk to cater for the entire restaurant, and multiple other changes thanks to the Futa Note. She didn’t need to use it. The girl only wanted bigger breasts, though she did seem happy upon leaving, and it made sense to change her reality so her much improved chest was normal to her. Still, it seemed like Carmen just wanted the excuse.

Maybe they needed to talk about the book more.

Chapter 65 - Just An Average Morning

There really was something wrong with her. Alicia scowled at her reflection, specifically the damp stop on her panties that, while easily hidden by a pair of shorts, was always prevalent in her mind. Just the slightest shift of her legs brought it back to the forefront.

“You’re repulsive,” Alicia said to her mirror. It wasn’t true of course, she knew her face wasn’t exactly supermodel material, nor was her body, unless they started hiring suburban moms, but far from revolting. The reason behind her arousal disgusted her. Or didn’t, which only made it more worrisome. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, unique in every way, had turned her on just by standing in the same room as her. Who the fuck did that? She wished it could be brushed aside as a moment of her pent-up lusts overflowing, but she and Sam were very active.

Not that she could be blamed for getting turned on, could she? Carmen, daughter or not, was perhaps the single hottest person in all of creation. The only thing keeping it from being absolute was that Alicia hadn’t seen all eight billion people on Earth, though she doubted it’d make a difference. Even someone as abundantly plush as Stacy, or impossibly stacked like Rachel weren’t quite a match. Those cocks didn’t hurt the image either.

“Ugh, stop thinking about her,” Alicia snapped and yanked her tank top on. Today had no outings planned, nor was she worried about impressing Sam anymore, having been completely naked in her presence a few times already. She just wanted to go downstairs, eat breakfast, and cuddle up with her girlfriend. That thought banished her scowl, replaced by a smile. After applying her moisturiser and drying her hair, she headed down.

There she was. Cast against the windows with sunlight streaming in, that unforgettable silhouette of a woman whose cock she’d not soon relinquish, stood at the stove in nothing but an apron over her ill-suited panties. The fabric sank between her ass cheeks, reduced to a thong by her sheer thickness. Alicia wondered why her lover didn’t put on better fitting clothes, but also wouldn’t complain at the view it gave her. Particularly the way its front bulged down low with the weight of a stunning dick.

“Hey, food’s about ready,” Samantha said, half-turning so she wasn’t caught off guard by the stove. It was sufficient, giving Alicia a view of her breasts, not shackled by a bra, squeezed tight into her apron, with enough cleavage to make any budding lesbian swoon. Glancing down, Alicia found the woman’s snapped bra on the floor. She picked it up.

“How come you don’t wear things that fit?”

“Huh?” Sam studied the undergarment for a second, almost like she didn’t recognise it, then something clicked and she shrugged, “Guess I like bursting out of them. Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy it.”

Alicia wouldn’t. It was such a thrill to see her lover flex a little too hard and snap the hooks of nearly any bra she owned. Hardly a surprise when her breasts were the size of her head. Sometimes she struggled to imagine just why Sam hadn’t found a partner earlier on, however the reason became very clear when she fully turned; her cock was… substantial.

Who was she kidding? It was enormous. Not like Carmen’s, but enough that anyone, no matter how great a size queen, would stumble in awe at its stature. Alicia’s eyes followed its bulge as her lover served up their basic breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast, only tracking away when Sam removed the apron and pulled on a nearby shirt. Naturally, it was at least two or three sizes too small for her.

“Melody! Breakfast’s ready!” Sam called up.

Like a blur of blonde locks, the youngest Robins girl rushed down and grabbed her plate. She lingered to glance between the two, then darted away. It couldn’t be helped. Carmen had finally come home and, by the sounds of it, finished with her bath. Only a miracle would pull Melody from her playtime.

That left the middle-aged couple alone to eat.

“She doesn’t like me,” Sam groaned as she sat down.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Melody.”

Alicia chuckled and swallowed her mouthful of slightly rubbery scrambled eggs, “It’s not that. She’d be bombarding you with questions right now if Carmen wasn’t here. They haven’t had a chance to play in… oh, ages.”

“Oh thank the goddess,” Sam leaned back with a deep sigh.

“Goddess?” Alicia arched a brow, certain she’d only heard the typical ‘god’ from her girlfriend before.

“Hmm? Um, it just felt right to say that. Huh, guess I’ve never done that before.”

“Which one were you thanking?”

“Dunno. I never paid attention to mythology in school,” Sam frowned slightly and looked up, chewing pensively. The general direction was Melody’s room, where muffled sounds of her directing Carmen were heard. She shook her head and returned to eating properly, leaning over and giving such a daring look at her bust.

Though subtle, Alicia heard Carmen’s voice. Even while playing with Melody, it had such a husky edge, an inherent promiscuity that the younger girl hopefully didn’t pick up on. For their mother, she only heard the sexuality in its tones. Naturally, it pulled Carmen’s naked visage to her thoughts. Gravity defying breasts sat proud on her chest, nipples lusciously plump, with rich thighs juxtaposed by a set of inhumanly dark penises no sane person should be attracted to. Yet Alicia couldn’t help imagining one or all of them stretching her folds.

A groan left her lips just as she finished the last strip of bacon.

“Was it that good?” Sam asked. Alicia blinked for a second, thinking she’d blacked out and done something unspeakable, then rationalised the question.

“Uh, yeah. It was great,” she quickly lied. That got a smile. Sam wasn’t on her daughter’s level, and never would be, but she was stunning. A futa to die for. Fuck, Alicia silently cursed. Please, please, please don’t let that be the reason she was so attractive to her.

Carmen was a futa too. As were her lovers and friends. All of them were so gorgeous. Did she have a fetish for them now?

What did that matter? Sure, Alicia might’ve been turned on when she found out Samantha’s true gender - the futa did an expert job of hiding her member in public - however that had no baring on the relationship. They’d done it several times, so surely the novelty had diminished. She liked Sam for who she was, not her body. Even if that was spectacular.

Sam pulled her shirt down a bit, revealing a nipple, “Looks like you want some desert.”

“I didn’t mean to stare,” Alicia said, though her gaze remained locked, only intensifying when the top started lifting and revealing inch after inch of her lover’s pristine flesh.

“Yes you did,” Sam said and moved the plates to a counter, then climbed onto the table, crawling toward her, “I think I didn’t do enough to satisfy you.”

“It was plenty.”

“What about last night? You mean you couldn’t have gone another couple rounds. I could have.”

“Well, maybe. Yeah.”

“You said Melody will be playing with Carmen all day. It’s the weekend. We’ve got nowhere to be,” Sam rose onto her knees and sank back onto her haunches, thighs spread to give the mesmerised mother an eyeful of her barely covered cock and balls. With so much flesh packed in, the underwear was turned into no more than a thong, pulled so tight it dug deep into the top of her hips, only exasperating how curvy they were. No matter how often she stared in quiet awe at this futa, Alicia still felt like she was seeing it all for the first time.

Her throat went dry as Sam removed her shirt completely. Perhaps not even a year ago and Alicia would’ve easily placed her in the top five of breasts, however meeting Carmen’s friends in that time had redefined huge tits. Some of them looked as if they’d stuffed an entire dairy into their chests. She recalled drinking Stacy’s lactation infused coffee and bit her lip.

Fuck… she wanted to drink more. Alicia palmed her own chest, meagre in comparison, and looked pleadingly into her lover’s eyes, before glancing down in confusion. Were Sam’s breasts growing? She stared in fascination, however every time she blinked, the impossible phenomenon just seemed normal. Even as the staggering tits filled out enough to cover Samantha’s hips. Her nipples remained at the precipice, fat and dark and dotted with cream. They just begged to get sucked.

Who was she to refuse? Alicia leaned up just as the nipple closed the gap. That was right, her lover had always been so unfathomably huge, almost a match for Stacy, but she didn’t need to equal her. Something about Sam’s milk just resonated with Alicia, like finding that flawless position that scraped along all her most sensitive areas. She latched on and suckled, hands coming up to milk the other teat.

“Come on up here. You can’t be satisfied with just that can you?”

Alicia shook her head, still drinking and joined her lover on the table. The futa laid back, pulling her along too, until the mother straddled her, their sexes throbbing against one another as milk flowed down Alicia’s wanton gullet. Pristine sweetness tingled across her tongue and washed down her throat. Ducts opened all across the chubby nub, saturating her maw in its flavour, so big it squished between her teeth at the slightest chew. Doing so invited an even greater flow.

She rocked her whole body into Sam’s as she gnawed and suckled on her tit. The other was far from dry, milk gushed at the gentlest squeeze of her hands, sometimes even fountaining into the sky and raining upon them. Her pussy wept through her shorts over the spilt milk, the fabric pressed flush against her snatch, barely separating her from Sam’s thickening cock. A far better position came to mind.

Words lost meaning to her as she grunted and manoeuvred around until they were set up just right. The plan was a simple but difficult one; stop wasting all that creamy goodness. To accomplish that, Alicia did the only thing her lust-addled mind could muster and angled her hips and Sam’s breasts, removed her shorts, then sank down to grind her naked, soppy folds along the overflowing teat. It dipped past her lips and completed her.

“You’re crazy,” Sam moaned, getting no response as her partner curled her body like a prize-winning acrobat to snatch up the other nipple. Both her upper and lower mouths suckled on the nubs, drinking up the delectable milk, thick like a double heavy cream. She felt it pouring down her insides. Each drop filled in the crevices, teased her velvet passage, while washing it away with her own juices and spilling onto Sam’s breast. At the same time, she slobbered over the other one like it was a cock itself.

She stabled herself by holding her lover’s cock to complete the whole experience. Fuck, this made her feel young, stupid and slutty again. Even with her husband had she performed so admirably. The wildest they ever got was buying some bondage gear and dipping their toes into some anal. She’d flirted with everyone back in school, gotten in over her head more than a few times, but nothing quite levelled against this moment. On the table, in her kitchen, she was perched atop a futa, riding a nipple cowgirl style and sucking milk from another, all while jerking her off. Alicia moaned at the thought and clenched her kegels.

“Don’t tell me this is all you want,” Sam panted, harder than steel and palming at the older woman’s ass, fingers dipping into the crack to tease her tight pucker. Sometimes they fell a little further and came up doused in juices, which only helped her torture Alicia’s resistant knot, “Come on, we’ve got downstairs all to ourselves. Let’s go wild.”

“This isn’t wild?” Alicia questioned, taking a rare breath. Milk dripped off her chin and onto her own chest. If only it wasn’t so average. She’d been fine with her D cups for so much of her adult life, even after Carmen outgrew her in middle school, but after meeting so many girls younger than her with chests several leagues beyond her own she just wasn’t sure her chest measured up anymore. The wonderful time she’d spent with Sam only compounded the feeling.

Her incredible lover deserved a similarly incredible woman. One that had curves to spare and didn’t resemble a mother that got unbelievably lucky to have met someone like Sam, whose nipple kept erupting milk into her pussy. Alicia climbed off and straddled her love, the cock nestled between her ass, while she beheld the bountiful beauty. There really was no denying it anymore.

Without a doubt, Alicia had a fetish for unreasonably huge tits.

That had to be the explanation for what she felt with Carmen earlier. And also why she was so enamoured by her daughter’s friends and lovers. She didn’t need them for herself anymore though, as Sam more than filled that role. The mother of two pushed her hands into Sam’s tits, sucking on her lip at how deep she sank before she bottomed out. Milk squirted between her fingers. The cock jerked and poured a handful of pre onto her backside.

Both were in dire need of satisfaction. It didn’t matter that they were in the kitchen, Alicia thought and raised her hips up, Sam aiming her eighteen-inch prick to her milky hole. The fact someone could walk by the window and see them doing this didn’t even cross her mind. Well, it didn’t linger, pushed out by Sam’s cock pushing between her folds and stretching her deliciously wide. Alicia whimpered at the strain.

After fucking several times, she’d have thought her pussy would be used to it. Yet she felt as though this was her first time all over again. Every square inch of her tunnel clung onto her lover’s shaft, its movement smooth thanks to the abundance of pre, milk and fem-cum, though still required force. Alicia let her full weight slide her down, then squeaked in shock as she suddenly dropped. A bulge rose up her belly and poked between her tits. She gawked at it, somehow forgetting the most staggering aspect of their fun.

That being Sam entering her womb and stretching it all the way up to her chest. Her ass settled against the futa’s engorged scrotum, big enough to provide ample seating for the mother, and both just stared at the union of their sexes. Part of Alicia wondered if she could even move anymore, it was so intense. They’d done this multiple times just last night, to say nothing of the past week, and still she was blown away. It felt like Sam’s cock was everywhere inside her.

A finger twitched and Alicia gasped. She slowly raised her arms, moaning the whole time, and cupped her tits with a sharp inhale. On instinct, her hips rolled and nearly sent her careening over the edge. Sam waited for her to adjust, hands resting against the frozen hips.

“You gonna cum? We haven’t even done anything yet,” Sam teased.

“Sh-shut up,” Alicia said and squeezed her boobs around the bulge, jerking in response, “Oh fuck, that’s… really… oh fuck…”

“Want me to kick things off?” Sam asked, lightly raking her nails along Alicia’s thigh, inching toward her splayed out pussy. God, her insides felt so tightly stretched, like any movement would tear her asunder. Yet she was sure it wouldn’t physically harm her. Mentally, however, was another matter.

Still, Alicia nodded and yelped when she was pulled forward. Her cry lowered into a depraved moan as their lips met, then crescendoed as Sam slid her hips up and away. The build-up reached a fever pitch just a moment later when her ass was slammed down. Alicia orgasmed in a way she never had; every cell in her body vibrated in bliss, the momentum of one feeding another like a domino effect until it reached her brain. All thought rattled loose and fell into a mess, yet her consciousness did nothing to organise as it was caught up in the maelstrom.

Not that Sam would let it end. The flawlessly endowed futa held her tight and set to fucking the mindless woman, using the force of her thrusts to lift her high, descend with a clap against the table, then lurch up to meet her. No more than eight or nine inches escaped at a time, however it was more than enough to keep Alicia in a realm of pure bliss from which there was no escape. Only when Sam had enough would she be released.

And the futa had no intention of cumming soon. The meeting with Carmen had ignited something, much as it worried her that it was due to her girlfriend’s daughter, and she channelled all that rampant lust into Alicia. Not only that, but this all seemed so novel to her. Sex had been tricky for Sam since high school, given her almost comically oversized member, but she’d just about managed it with a few others. It shouldn’t be so intense with Alicia, yet it was. Like she’d only just grown this huge dick and was using it for the first time.

Whatever the case, she utilised that virgin sensation and pounded away at the MILF. The table creaked under their weight and the force of Sam’s thrusts, some leftover pieces of cutlery rattled, then clattered to the floor. Every second that passed only made it more intense, her thrusts like a hot knife through butter as Alicia doused her in entire ounces of fem-cum. She’d need a break soon, otherwise she’d dehydrate and probably cum herself into a coma.

That in mind, Sam focused on the pleasure, the smack of her balls against hard wood. They flew up and slammed into soft cheeks, now a ruddy crimson from the constant punishment, while her cock squished through tight walls. Her tip felt every little ridge and crevice, the folds conforming beneath her glans as she speared the cervix over and over. Sam cracked a hand down on Alicia’s cheeks and grunted at the sudden tightness. Even with the extreme lubrication, she was forced to a crawl, until her lover broke from her embrace and pulled her hips up all the way. An unbroken jet of pussy juice, not squirt, but pure fem-cum erupted from her gaped hole and doused Sam. The futa gawked in shock, then yelped when her cock was taken back in.

Mind-numbed, body thrumming with an energy almost alien to it, and womb hungry for seed, Alicia bounced atop her lover. Grunts filled the air and matched the viscerally wet slaps of flesh, the noises animalistic in their ferocity. Concerns of being seen or heard meant nothing to either of them, only the feel of one another’s sex mattered.

Alicia panted harder by the second. Her body wasn’t made for endurance, leaving her taking huge gulps of air that tasted of sex and the residual flavours of their breakfast. She stabled herself by leaning on Sam’s chest, who reciprocated and pinched her nipples hard. Their grunts lowered into growls, then rose and reached a precipice as they howled in harmony. At the same time, Sam’s balls clenched tight and unleashed the first load of the day.

Even among everything that bombarded her, Sam’s orgasm was a nuclear explosion in Alicia’s frazzled psyche. Thick semen gushed against her womb hard enough to distend it further, before the viscous fluid settled and pooled at her cervix. More gushes poured out and filled her until she had a smooth, pot-belly of jizz, which only grew as Sam shot over and over. Her balls trembled with every release, telling her subconscious just what was coming.

And cumming and cumming and cumming. Alicia rolled her hips in tandem to the release, milking each and every drop for all that the cock was worth, basking in the heat of the cum painting her uterus. Uncountable sperm swam within her, hunting for something to impregnate, but the thought never crossed her mind. She just wanted more.

Which she received in spades. Sam just kept pumping her fuller, until she was a miniature blimp, or at least felt like one, with her belly sticking out far enough to flatten the futa’s abundance of titty-flesh. Milk leaked out beneath her. Every breath Sam took rubbed her nipples over the fecund belly, like squishy fingers massaging a layer of fragrant cream into her taut skin. When the last spurt spilled into her, Alicia fell back to rest on her palms.

“So full…”

Sam snorted at that, her laughter rippling through her lover’s tummy like an earthquake through jelly. Alicia settled it with a firm hand, giggling as well. So much was inside her. Enough for a thousand prolific men. Her husband had seemed abundant, yet this put him to shame. She smiled at her middle and stroked it in slow circles, recalling the warmth of those nights that gave her Carmen and Melody. Maybe she hadn’t cum like a pressurised hose with him, and maybe he hadn’t fulfilled her unknown fetish the way Sam did, but she still loved the man. His memory wouldn’t be replaced.

However, she was happy to make new ones with the young brunette whose cock still twitched inside her depths.

“Melody’s still playing,” Alicia said, listening to her youngest, “Wanna christen the couch? Or maybe bang me against the door?”

Sam chuckled and gnawed on her bottom lip, “I’ll follow your lead. I’m too hard to think of anything else right now.”

“Well then,” Alicia said and climbed off with an embarrassingly lurid slurp as her pussy released its hold. Dense ropes of semen leaked from her lips, but only a bit as she clenched shut, then climbed off the table. She pulled Sam to the edge, then swallowed the first several inches of her cock, intending to throat it as she had before. Instead, Alicia gagged not even halfway down.

Why? She had vivid memories of swallowing the whole thing with only a little difficulty. It must’ve been the screams, she thought. Regardless, she didn’t want it in her mouth, not for long anyway, and guided her lover to her feet, leading her into the living room.

By noon, the couch was sullied in her juices, Sam’s milk and more than a few ounces of cum. Alicia’s belly hadn’t grown at all, already at its limit from the first orgasm, however it hadn’t shrunk either. Every drop lost got replaced right away. They absconded to the bedroom to avoid being seen as lunchtime neared, where the fun only continued. She even swallowed half a full load before she couldn’t take anymore.

“We’re such a mess,” Alicia sighed, resting her head on Sam’s breast, legs entwined and more than a little milk and cum dripping down her skin. Naturally, she had plenty of the stuff in her hair.

“My bad,” Sam said, “Don’t know what came over me. I just… couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m not complaining,” Alicia snickered, caressing a giant breast. She looked down at the mostly flaccid member, reddened and slightly engorged from the abuse. Even for a licentious futa, fifteen times in just a couple hours was a bit much, “But you better do your share of cleaning.”

“A small price to pay for fucking such a beautiful woman.”

“Hmm,” Alicia palmed at her own chest. It was fine, perfectly fine. She didn’t need bigger boobs. Or a bigger ass. She was sure they’d come out gaudy, make her resemble those trophy wives she sometimes saw in the neighbourhood, and it’d cost a small fortune. The last point wasn’t really an issue anymore. She’d found plenty of investment tips online that Carmen vetted for her, so money was coming in.

And she wasn’t getting any younger.

“Hey, can we talk about something?” Alicia asked, hoping for another voice of reason, though her mind was already convincing itself otherwise. A tiny smile teased her lips as Sam looked at her, “How’d you feel if I got some work done?”

Chapter 67 - Considerations of the Future

Living with dual memories was interesting to put it mildly. Every morning, Dakota expected to wake up to something different, altering depending on the dreams she just had. She woke that day anticipating normalcy, back to a simple girl with a single pair of breasts, plain ears and no tail. Honestly, however, she hoped that it wouldn’t be true. And it wasn’t.

She cupped her bottom row of breasts and sighed as they pressed into their higher-up siblings. Each set was almost the same size, just a cup size in favour of the bottom, though she usually couldn’t tell. Much as she was disappointed that Carmen reversed the changes made to her, Mary and Ashley, she did appreciate having the chance to feel more of her chest with a single hand.

Dakota rose up, groaning happily with a powerful stretch. Her ears twitched, catching the hiss of bacon from downstairs. Dad was cooking breakfast. That’s… odd. A giggle almost escaped at the notion, her life having long since leapt miles beyond ‘odd’.

Pyjamas were pointless for her. She just left some out for her to pull on in the mornings, though not before she attended to her very insistent members. Each throbbed with her steps, tail swishing over her plump behind, and leaked pre-cum down their length, over her balls and down her thighs. In her bathroom, Dakota slung her morning attire over the radiator, then gripped both shafts. A strong trill rolled up her spine in response.

“I don’t know what your secret is,” she said as she pumped once, squeezing a healthy dollop of pre out, “But I never get tired of you two.”

Carmen hadn’t simply given her the ears and tail of a dog, she also granted her cocks a similar honour. They weren’t quite direct copies of a canine phallus, but her skin was tight all across their length, juicy veins pulsating all over, with a tapered head and the fattest bulb near her base. Even with how she and her girlfriends could stretch, her knots swelled enough to lock them together anyway. She chose a recent night with Ashley and Mary to relive as her hands settled into a hasty tempo.

It was only a couple days ago. They stayed over with Ashley, whose parents were all too happy for their daughter to be with not one, but two similar girls who wholeheartedly accepted her. And who either had excellent soundproofing in their home, or were kind enough to ignore the uproarious noise of sex in Ashley’s room. Not helped of course by Dakota knotting them both as they sucked each other’s cocks and Mary fucked all their asses. Those tentacles were crazy.

Dakota still got phantom sensations of them sliding up her throat and pulling in to plant her lips against their plump lover’s stunning ass. That whole time, she kept pounding both members into Mary’s pussy, while Ashley suffocated the blonde with her dick-nipples. So much cum flew that day with still more pumping into them all.

Like the masturbation, it just never got old for her. The things those futanari did to her were fantastical, like things from a wet dream made reality. Dakota’s tail wagged uncontrollably, unfortunately outside of her power, but its constant whipping struck her ass just hard enough to augment it all. She pumped her hips in time with her strokes, moans rising as she jerked faster, harder. Pre-cum lubricated her hands.

She relaxed her grip and opened the fingers, biting her lip at the sight of her sticky fluid webbing the digits together. After squishing them into a fist, she reapplied the hand back to her cock and focused on all the pleasures of her soft fingers on the turgid, thin-skinned shaft. She squeezed around the base as her knots inflated, happily mistaking her hands for pussies, then did the same at the sensitive heads. Pulling one up against her torso, the head sat between her lower breasts, which she squeezed together with her biceps.

More slimy pre gushed from her length to coat the new stimulus. A powerful throb sent a spurt flying against her chin. Dakota angled her head down to catch the next in her mouth, only to let it dribble out onto her upper row and enjoy the sensations of it sliding onto the bottom set, then over her belly. Smooth thrusts became jerks as the pleasure rose, tits squeezing her pointed-glans tight while she focused both hands on the other member. Each pump of her hips sent her balls flying only to fall with a lurid clap against her thighs.

“Dakota! Breakfast!” Her dad shouted up.

“Just a, ooh, little longer!” Dakota called back, losing all speech to a rich moan as her pleasure crested that addictive plateau and sent her flying to the stratosphere of her own psyche. Then she was pulled back as if on a bungee cord, slammed into a river of cum.

In truth, she was splashed in the face by her own cock. Dakota sputtered for a second, before catching up and actively swallowing the abundant ejaculate. It just kept cumming, but she had experience, years of it thanks to her dual memories, allowing her to keep pace. Barely. She recalled a time when she tried measuring her production, resulting in completely overflowing a two gallon bucket. By her estimate, each cock could shoot at least ten litres.

“That’s… enough,” Dakota panted and whipped herself around, shooting the rest into the bathtub, using a trained foot to turn on the shower. Without constant water flow her seed would stick fast, even to the otherwise smooth surface. She heaved a great sigh and leaned against the tub, sucking in a breath when her balls touched it.

No better way to start the day, she thought and squeezed the last drops out. They fell with a satisfying plop in the rest as it drained away.

Everything was cleaned and she got dressed like most mornings. The smell of bacon and eggs, toast and… baked beans? Her dad must’ve tried a Full English. Regardless, her tail swayed in leisurely joy on her way down. Part of her was glad she never met her mother, unsure how any woman would’ve reacted to having an eighteen-year-old daughter with curves straight from a work of art that took some ‘liberties’. At the base of the stairs, her ears perked at an unfamiliar chuckle.

That sounded like a woman. Dakota rounded the corner and frowned at the sight of a stranger, which also stopped her tail in its tracks. Looking between them, it didn’t seem like they had any relationship, both adults keeping a distinctly platonic distance.

“Oh good, you’re here,” her father said. He had a slight German accent, courtesy of spending several years of his childhood in his home country.

His family moved over in his early teens and met Dakota’s mother not long after, though the relationship didn’t really last after she gave birth. Among all the memories of her new life, that was the worst. Her own mother saw her ‘differences’ and decided to just leave. That just made her appreciate her dad all the more. At least he had the decency to stick with her despite all the trials of her body.

Dakota took a cautious seat. There were plenty of instances of producers approaching them about using her for a reality show or just wanting her to come onto a talk show, but they were better than the doctors that kept trying to make a name for themselves. Too bad they were late to that party, since Carmen’s birth overshadowed anything else.

“Hello, Dakota. I’m Lucy.” Lucy extended a hand, not hesitant at all. Nothing about her body language seemed restrained either. She was relaxed in her chair, a partially eaten Full English Breakfast in front of her, and was dressed just as casually. A wintry blouse and cardigan donned her top, while a pair of slim jeans lead into her short heels. She did have a decent, unnecessary amount of cleavage on display though.

Dakota withheld her own hand, instead offering a curt, “Hi.”

“Hmm, well, I’m part of small organisation for people such as yourself.”

“Oh?” Dakota arched a brow. That meant someone had set up a group after so many people were born with such ‘unique’ bodies, even if it was only a relatively small number.

“Yes. We’re aware that a lot of people aren’t exactly welcoming, which could make careers or even colleges difficult. To summarise our goal, we aim to help you succeed.”

“Despite being a freak, you mean?”

“No, no!” Lucy genuinely looked hurt by her words, “If you think we’re here for money, far from it. I’m working a second job just to keep food on the table, and I’m the CEO. A lot of those working there are volunteers.”

“I’m waiting for a ‘but’ here.”

“No ‘buts’, we’re just people that want to help. I promise.”

“What’s the name, then?”

“Futanaria.”

Dakota snorted. They seriously used the name of a semi-popular porn site?

“You laugh, but I think it’s apt enough.”

“Please tell me you’re not planning to bring in an age of a futanari utopian society.”

“Well, maybe… I’d be lying if I said it didn’t tantalise me. But that’d take centuries.”

Dakota exhaled through her nose. If Carmen wanted to, the entire nation, the world even, could be made into futanari. Instead, she kept that gift close, reserved for those that longed for, or deserved it. She noticed many of the unchanged girls looking at their unknowingly altered classmates in uncertain longing, like they didn’t quite know how to process everything, despite it being fairly standard. Maybe they needed a guiding hand for that?

“What do you want to do, Dakota?” Lucy asked.

“I think being a therapist sounds good,” she said. A spur of the moment decision, however one that felt right. In both memories, there were plenty of times people had assaulted and harassed her, yet she came out loving her life. Perhaps she could take that same joy and bring it to others? Or convince them of what they truly wanted, then relay that information to Carmen. They’d both get what they wanted in helping others realise their truths.

“That’s quite an undertaking,” Lucy said.

“I know, but I’ve got a good feeling about it. Helping people sounds… good, you know?”

Lucy smiled, “I think we’ll get along then. Here’s our contact info, shoot us an email, text or whatever really and we’ll do our utmost to help you along that journey. In fact, we could use a therapist as we expand if you’d be interested.”

Could she be anymore obvious? The lust was dripping from her lips, though not without good reason. Dakota hadn’t exactly thought of herself as a bombshell, confident in her sexiness, but never quite that audacious, however she was more than aware of how attractive she could be to someone. Especially one with a clear fetish for her particular figure.

“I’ll think about it,” Dakota said and dug into her breakfast.

That was a couple weeks ago. Following that meeting, she thought longer on going into therapy and the more she contemplated it, the more it appealed to her. She posited it to Carmen, who expressed her approval in droves - with a massive load in the womb too - and that made up her mind. While the Futa Note could change her mind to include all the necessary knowledge, she chose to avoid that and study. If everything was handed to her, then the achievement would feel hollow.

Though she’d have all the memories of doing the work, so she wouldn’t know any different. Dakota ignored that fact, certain there’d always be a nagging sense that she hadn’t actually worked for it. That did mean her studies had to take priority, above sex even. Masturbation still remained a frequent ritual, though it lost some of its lustre as she took whatever shortcuts possible to cum fast and hard. Orgasms still felt amazing, but they weren’t her goal every day.

It did also take her away from all the orgies Carmen hosted. Every lunch, she’d wander toward the second floor restrooms, repurposed exclusively for the growing futanari population at the school. Just a couple months after Carmen returned and at least half the student body were futanari of various shapes and sizes. None were quite like her friends, though. Like Carmen wanted them to remain more unique from the rest.

That said, Dakota found herself lingering outside that room for minutes at a time. She’d see people go in clean and leave dishevelled and sticky, members throbbing to join them, yet her conscience always won out, leading her away to work through various books Carmen supplied for her. Of course, her cocks strained and stained her shorts the entire time. She’d have to take a break soon, otherwise her libido would go ballistic and she didn’t want to find out what that entailed.

“Come over to my place,” Ashley said when they left school that day. Carmen and Rachel lingered somewhere in the building, likely fucking one another, or doubling up on one of the recently changed girls. Zoey had run home almost right away, leaving the three girlfriends to stroll down the unkempt path.

“I’d love to, but I really need to study.”

“You sound like Carmen used to,” Mary rolled her eyes, “That’s why you should come over. Breaks are super important, and it’s not like we can’t help you here and there.”

Dakota barely restrained a snicker, “No offence, babe, but you’re not exactly top of the class.”

“No, but we have our methods,” Mary said and winked at their shared, plump lover, who just smiled. Curiosity got the better of Dakota. Even if they ended up just fucking the night away, Mary was right in that she needed a break. She sighed.

“Okay. But I really do need to study. I’ve got, like, a few months before we can actually go to a college and I don’t have good grades right now.”

“Don’t worry,” Ashley said and pulled her into a hug. Something had changed about her since Carmen revealed the Futa Note to them all, a confidence that didn’t usually shine so bright, “We’ll take care of you.” Looking down, Dakota noticed her breasts were incredibly full, practically bursting through her clothes with backed up milk and cum. Her promise was definitely sexual.

Ashley’s home was so fucking comfortable. They weren’t much better off than Dakota in that timeline, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t spring for quality, like Ashley’s bed that seemed just hug every little bump and crevice of her body. Despite her mind working over time, it manifested in her body. Part of her just wanted to fall asleep then and there.

But her girlfriends had other ideas.

“So, we talked to Carmen,” Mary said and climbed on with her. Ashley was out of sight, doing something with the lights, setting them to a low, warm tone, almost like candlelight. Subtle aromas of citrus wafted along the air, obscuring the omnipresent scent of semen that pervaded the room, “And she did a little change touch up for you.”

“I don’t wanna cheat this,” Dakota said, too comfy to even raise her voice.

“We know, so we brainstormed a bit. You’ll still be working for it, but now you’ve got a little helping hand,” Mary cooed and swung a leg over Dakota’s, sliding her knee up to touch the dog-girl’s damp groin, “And a much bigger incentive.”

“Huh?”

“So, you know how in most games you get an experience bar?” Ashley asked, finished with her preparation and appearing, clad only in lingerie that emphasised her plushness and the tight skin of her overfull breasts. The tips bulged far out, cocks just begging to emerge.

“Yeah.”

“And that we’re all in agreement that bigger is always better?” Ashley joined them on the bed, creeping along like a playful cat. Dakota nodded, then groaned when a hand cupped a set of her balls, “Care to put two and two together?”

“My… my cocks are my XP bar?” Dakota asked and received a nod. Following right after, her cocks flushed hotter than ever, but only for an instant. Though slight, she felt that extra tightness in her shorts.

“Whenever you learn something, whatever part of you that’s stimulated grows in response,” Mary explained, “It could be your dicks, your ass, your pussy, even your brain.”

“Um…”

“That one’s not literal,” Ashley quickly added.

“But the point stands, the more you learn, the better you’ll get it and the bigger you’ll become,” Mary said and pulled down the tan futa’s shorts, giggling when, one by one, her cocks leapt out and slapped into her belly.

“So wait, what if everything’s getting stimulated?” Both her lovers smirked in response, Mary going the extra mile to kiss a member at its veiny base.

“Don’t worry about that. Now, get to work. We’ll be hard at it too,” Ashley said and shoved a book in her face, “No peeking.”

Dakota bit her lip as she opened to her last chapter. It was all about recognising signs of distress, things she thought she had a good grasp on, given how long she spent on the sidelines in her previous life suffering under Mary, yet only some of the signs were familiar to her. Each line of new information she read reverberated in her mind, locking in and triggering the latest changes to her body. Just in time for Ashley to push her shirt up and snap onto a nipple.

All four teats lit up like sparklers, while her cocks thumped against Mary’s teasing lips. She couldn’t see anything of course, the book obscuring everything from the neck down, however that didn’t prevent her memories from catching her up on everything. Such as the fact she’d had twelve-inch cocks since her growth spurt three months ago, and that her nipples turned the size of thumb-tips around the same time. She kept reading, rolling her hips up as Mary went from kissing to sucking her tips, switching between them like a doting slut would.

Ashley maintained her attentions on the breasts and pushed her own scarcely contained boobs into them. The weight and heat of her cock and balls pressed into Dakota’s stomach, warming her all over. Or was that the extra line of knowledge she gained. It only added half an inch to her members, but it was enough to get Mary sucking on the heads. She moved her hands down to squeeze at the dog-futa’s ass flesh in time for the next boost.

“Ooh, your balls are looking a bit small,” Mary said and traced a vein with her lips, then wrapped them around a juicy testicle, suckling on it as her tongue lapped up every molecule of flavour available. One hand slipped away from Dakota’s ass to trace along her moistening folds, which twitched as more information triggered her growth. To Dakota, this was always how her body behaved when she learned stuff, it just wasn’t until she got a pair of promiscuous girlfriends that her sexual parts saw the benefits.

This happened fairly often in her memories. Her two lovers using the chance for foreplay and to help her improve mentally and physically, hence why she kept reading, her impulse to touch growing self restrained by the desire for more. Ashley lowered her stance to grind their cocks together, while she groped and suckled on each of Dakota’s breasts. New dimensions replaced her old ones every minute as she kept reading and absorbing information. By the time she reached the end of a chapter, she was certain her breasts had always been the size of basketballs with nipples like small fists at their peaks.

Which said nothing of her sexes. With thighs like hers, barely changed as Mary infrequently paid attention to them, every step squished her pussy just enough to leave her ready and willing. Her ass had similarly blossomed and lifted her a good six inches off the bed. Mary hadn’t left her cocks just for her balls either, switching between them to keep their sizes somewhat proportionate. As she set the book aside, she witnessed Mary slide down an eighteen-inch knotted cock.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Dakota panted. While she’d finished the chapter, the effects hammered at her willpower and had thoroughly razed it. Now all she wanted was to use her ‘new’ sizes to their full potential. Ashley beamed down at her and tapped Mary’s head, urging the blonde to pull away with a skin-pimpling slurp, before returning with a phone in hand.

“Just because we’re fucking, doesn’t mean you can’t keep learning,” Ashley said and set it beside Dakota, who just stared up at her in desire so powerful it gushed from her pricks. The plump futa finished with the phone, then gave a final tap and an audio book version of Dakota’s book played, “Now we can begin.”

Chapter 69 - Bottom of the Ladder

What the fuck kind of freakshow was this?! Gretchen stood in the halls of Saint Puella, hands lax at her sides, rage so intense it froze her to that spot while students of varying absurdities strolled by, as if she was a nobody. Her! A nobody!

The worst part was how no one, not even the few other normal girls, noticed a damn thing. Some bitch walked around with just a shirt on because she had a fucking torso extending from where her ass should’ve been, so her dick hung low and flopped about like a grotesque hose. Another girl, this one not even a futa, had tits larger than beanbags. Then there was them. Her old ‘friends’ that turned traitor once they grew dicks and realised freaks belonged together.

Mary, Ashley, Dakota, and Zoey. She never considered Rachel an ally, since the redhead had made her disdain for Gretchen clear long before she came into the picture. Some people didn’t realise that speaking of the devil was incorrect, as it would appear if one so much as thought of it. And there she was, sauntering up the stairs like a stripper with the grace of a ballerina.

Carmen had changed drastically since Gretchen had lost control of her. What were once enormous tits had expanded into outrageous sizes, nipples jutting out like beams through a shirt that might’ve once been considered oversized, yet now it might as well have been a bra. Not that anyone’s gaze lingered there when she crested the stairs and her crotch came into view. How she never got arrested for indecent exposure was anyone’s guess. Her freakishly huge cocks and balls stretched those shorts out like they were painted on.

As the towering futa approached, Gretchen finally unfroze and hurried away. The last thing she needed was to get in Carmen’s sights and be turned into one of them. Above the clicking of her heels, she heard people muttering as she passed, talking about how small she was. SMALL? Before all that magical bullshit happened, no one was a match for her. How could they be when she had several grands worth of saline perfecting her tits and ass?

“Look at her, walking like she’s some big shot,” a pair snickered. Gretchen whirled on them, death glare at the ready and a biting remark on her tongue, yet both dissipated when she took them in. Both were futanari and, though their clothes were meant to be conservative, they showed even more skin than her. The cloth hooked under their nipples, biting in and squeezing the bottoms of their areolae out from under their shirts like pink muffins.

Big deal. She still had an ass worth dying for. Then she looked down and paled. Though overshadowed by their pussy-breaking dicks, both freaks had hips and asses designed for one purpose; breeding. Gretchen had only seen a couple guys shun her in favour of someone with broader hips, though such people usually didn’t have much in the way of tits. But these two, even with their cocks, could steal anyone Gretchen set her sights on.

Was that her place now? Above average yet leagues below these abominations of nature?

“Shut up,” Gretchen snapped feebly and marched on her way.

Those were her days. Each morning, she’d turn up and see more people changed, acting normal, completely unconcerned. Even those with cocks longer than their legs just walked along like it was always that way. To them it was. Gretchen was the only one that noticed, or rather, she was the only non-freak that knew.

After a while, she took to sitting with a pair of girls that ignored her existence at lunch. At least they weren’t hideously oversized like some of the others.

“You coming?”

“Carmen’s there today, right?”

“Of course!”

“Then fuck yeah, let’s go.”

Gretchen squinted at their enthusiasm. Everyone knew the rumour of what happened at lunch in the second-floor restroom, that no fewer than a dozen students were fucking one another in mindless debauchery. Usually, it was only futanari. She’d hoped that normal people had some sense not to associate with them, and yet the two girls abandoned their meals and hurried off. Gretchen lingered for a moment, then followed. Watching a zoo of freaks go at it was better than sitting in silence.

She cracked open the door just enough to peer in. She’d thought herself prepared for what she’d witness, yet nothing readied her for the condensed stench of cum as it blasted her in the face, so dense and potent her eyes watered. Through bleary vision, she caught the two girls she sat with on sat astride someone’s chest. Gretchen cleared her eyes and nearly fell. They weren’t simply grinding their pussies on their boobs, but were instead riding a pair of nipples bigger than any guy’s dick Gretchen had fucked. She looked away only to spot Carmen at the centre of several others.

At a glance, she almost didn’t recognise her. Instead, Gretchen believed she was looking at a goddess, as what else would be worshipped so furiously by no less than six other, similarly endowed people. One was pressed against a wall, feet hovering above the floor, and tits shaking wildly as Carmen pounded her. Three others knelt at her front and back, licking her many balls, eating out her cunt and, seemingly, trying to get swallowed up in her ass. A fifth person nursed from her tits, which sprayed enough milk for it to splash out from their lips.

A sixth was doing nothing more than making out with Carmen, yet she looked on the verge of cumming. As Gretchen watched, another came up, said something to the statuesque futa, who changed position so her cock-sleeve’s face was available. They were soon spit-roasted with their torso dominated by the bulge of dicks too big for reality.

Elsewhere, she spotted a diminutive Rachel with curves no human could possibly have. Gretchen glanced back to Carmen, who had shifted again, this time riding a pair of futanari cocks only slightly smaller than her own. Looking away, she caught sight of Dakota, Ashley and Mary with a bunch of others entangled in what looked like living ropes. A moment later and she realised they were coming from the blonde’s crotch, extending all around and into the others.

Without fail, however, her gaze returned to Carmen. The futa was focused solely on her partners, rutting them like a beast in heat, and yet she moved so fluidly despite the constant SLAP and CLAP of flesh on flesh. The others were drenched in sweat, some of it flung off onto Carmen, yet none of it came from her. Was she even trying to make her cocksleeve cum time and again?

Gretchen snuck a hand down into her mini skirt. The garment that once pushed Saint Puella’s dress code was nothing against the debauchery before her. Even before she touched her pussy, she knew it was soaked. Her lack of panties let the sweltering desire drip along her thighs, its clammy heat enveloping her hand in seconds. A moan slipped out just from making contact with her folds.

“Gretchen?”

Her name was all it took to snap her out of it. She didn’t acknowledge whoever spoke her name, only hurried along, silently cursing her lack of clothing as her juices trailed down her leg. Something had to be wrong for her to get that horny over a bunch of freaks going at it. A mental illness that Carmen caused. That was the only possible reason she’d even care that she was fucking other people.

All she had to do was avoid them and survive the next year. Then she’d suck off some dean and get into a nice college with hot frat guys, where she could sleep her way up the hierarchy, proving once and for all that she didn’t Carmen. Fuck! She always invaded her thoughts.

Not just her mind, but her vision. No matter how she tried, day after day, she’d come across Carmen and things would get strange, like her body betrayed every ingrained instinct to despise her social lesser, instead it got aroused by her. She started wearing panties just to keep her juices contained. Compounding this slight against her, was the fact she couldn’t find many guys willing to sleep with her. Since when did they have such exalted standards?

Used to be that she would flash her tits and they’d be little more than a dildo for her. Now they looked at her like she was barely there. All the bars she hit up, expecting easy lays, turned her down. She couldn’t figure out why, until she heard them talking about the ‘glorious gloryhole’. Gretchen barged into the men’s room and body slammed every door until she sound the one responsible; it was some no name from school. Or they should’ve been a no name in Gretchen’s mind, yet their tits were, for lack of a better term, fucking amaze-balls. The gloryhole wasn’t even that, with a cut out for most of her torso.

There was no competing against that. Gretchen left the freakishly perfect breasted girl to continue sucking the dicks that rightfully should’ve been hers. So be it. There were plenty of other bars around. Yet, as a week passed, she was left in a corner trying to make some creepy old bastard horny for her, while the people she actually wanted fawned over a filthy slut with tits bigger than yoga balls. They were female, lacking a bulge, though Gretchen knew they had to be Carmen’s doing. No one should have boobs that size.

Except maybe her. Seeing how all the other boys lusted after the unfathomably huge tits, Gretchen concluded that drastic measures were to be taken if she was to get laid. Back alley doctors would do anything for money, even give an eighteen-year-old girl blimp tits. The only issue she faced was her lack of funds, and the fact all the doctors were jaded assholes that didn’t bat an eye at her offer to pay with sex. She couldn’t work as a whore, even she had standards.

Going to school was a nightmare. Every morning, she woke and dressed in a malaise of despair, knowing she’d go in, surrounded by girls of hideous proportions that were all somehow many times hotter than her. Masturbating didn’t relieve her pent up desires either, leaving her almost perpetually wet, dripping at the merest thought of Carmen. Like there! Just a blip and she was forced to wipe at her leg.

Then she realised the only real path left to her. One that satisfied all her needs. She just had to get Carmen in trouble. If the book was confiscated, then she could easily get it back - having long since memorised the combination for the safe her mother kept such items in - and with it, she’d set everything back to how it should be, with her at the pinnacle. All she needed was proof of Carmen’s actions.

The usual orgy wouldn’t work. Too many others around and she doubted her action would go unnoticed when people kept coming and going from it. She needed Carmen alone with someone. If she got footage her transforming them all the better. Her mother would flip when it became apparent that the model student was, in fact, the biggest freak around. Even she’d take action then.

So Gretchen waited. Impatience plagued her the entire time, like waiting on an easy mark to hurry and notice her signals, but she was rewarded eventually. It took a week, but she stalked Carmen down the halls and witnessed her talk with a small girl that she didn’t recognise. A total lesbian based on her clothes, Gretchen thought with a sneer at the stranger’s denim jacket, numerous facial piercings and an undercut hairstyle dyed a hideously bright pink. To nail it all home, she was practically drooling all over Carmen.

They talked for a tedious amount of time before finally walking off somewhere. She crept after them, fuming over the fact, lingering far enough that neither would assume anything even as they left the main building. The two went around back, away from all prying eyes, except Gretchen’s, whose phone quickly came out to record the whole encounter. No doubt was in her mind that this would end anyway but with that girl changed and probably fucked.

Very little wind dampened their voices.

“You really think this fixes things?” Carmen asked.

“I was wrong, okay? No one else gets me the way you did.”

“Lily… you…” A great sigh left Carmen’s chest, sending faint wobbles through their enormities, “Things are different now. You just aren’t enough for me.”

“Not enough?!” Lily balked at the towering futa, whose height put those huge, ugly dicks directly in her face, were it not for the jeans that were supposed to be high-waisted. The things barely reached above Carmen’s hips, making it obvious she wore not one thread of underwear. Same for her bust. Even Gretchen wouldn’t be so bold if she was that big.

“I mean, look at you. Compare yourself to Rachel. Do you seriously think it’s even a contest?”

Gretchen wasn’t sure she could’ve said it much better. This ‘Lily’ was genuinely nothing next to anyone else. Beside her piercings and questionable fashion sense, she had no curves to speak of. After looking at the company Carmen kept, tits and ass were prerequisites just to breathe the same air as her. In fact, looking at Lily, she almost doubted that she was in high school.

“Well…” Lily lowered her head, pout on her lips.

Hurry up, Gretchen thought and rolled her eyes.

“Although,” Carmen mused and imposed her full enormity over the barely five-foot girl. Just her bulges looked bigger than Lily’s entire body. Maybe they were, “I wouldn’t mind some variety.”

Lily’s face shone with hope, only for her to reign it in, “Yeah?! Cool. Cool. So, uh, should we go on a date or something?”

“A date?” Carmen chuckled, a rich, dark sound that reverberated through Gretchen, “Maybe. Let me just do something first.”

There it is! The Futa Note was pulled from Carmen’s bag, a telltale quiver ran through Gretchen at the sight, recalling all the power she had over that bitch. If all went well, it’d be back in her grasp before long. All those orgies would be focused on her then. But with men, she quickly added. No way would she sleep with that many freaks. Carmen was an exception, because… she didn’t have a reason that didn’t make her gag. She pushed those thoughts aside and refocused on getting her evidence.

Which she got in droves.

Not even a minute after Carmen put the notebook away and the girl was gasping for air. Gretchen expected something insane, a second head, six more breasts, a cock bigger than a train, yet she saw nothing of that nature. Whatever, she thought as the tiny punk was picked up, wrapped her legs around Carmen’s waist, and all but drowned in the futa’s lips. If this went the way Gretchen expected, then it’d be plenty for her to get that bitch in trouble.

Her thoughts slowed to a crawl when she picked up what they were saying.

“Feels like someone’s excited,” Carmen said.

“I’m not,” Lily panted, then squeaked as a hand snaked between their bodies to crush her crotch.

“Oh? Then what’s this little thing poking me in the belly?”

“It’s nothing.”

Carmen squeezed harder to a sharp gasp, Lily burying her head in the futa’s cleavage and unconsciously humping against her, “Doesn’t feel like nothing. But it might as well be. You really can’t measure up, can you?”

“No, it’s… it’s tiny,” Lily said and looked down, only for Carmen to tilt her up.

“Then I’ll change that,” she set the much smaller girl down, then snapped her fingers, “Strip.”

Gretchen bit her lip, putting herself in that same position. Lauding all that power, of course, not meekly pulling her clothes off as Carmen watched her like a hawk. Bit by bit, Lily revealed what had become of her body, though the only obvious change was the adorable cock and balls jutting from her lithe crotch. To Gretchen’s prolonged shock, Carmen was the one to kneel down. Even then, she was still basically eye-level to the new futa.

“Don’t look,” Lily said and tried covering up, only to have her hands pushed aside. They stayed in place even as Carmen caressed the little pecker with a finger.

“How cute,” Carmen’s voice was low, sultry, taunting the puny futa, “Looks about right on your body,” Lily groaned, back rigid as the much larger hands continued teasing her dick. Carmen leaned in closer, “How about a taste?” It looked as if the futa’s eyes would explode as she watched a comparative goddess sink down to suck on no more than a couple inches of cock. Those plush lips barely stretched around its girth.

Despite a lack of length, Carmen still treated it like a real dick. She bobbed up and down, lips squishing into Lily’s groin and leaving it a sloppy mess, while slurping on it like a stubborn milkshake. Impressively, the futa didn’t cum right away. Even Gretchen doubted she’d last that long. If she had a dick that is. There was no denying how well Carmen was doing, or how soft those lips looked, or the fact her hands weren’t idle as they sank deep into Lily’s petite ass. It’d be nice to get treated that way.

After a few minutes, Carmen released it with a wet pop, though she immediately went back to stroking it. The way the skin glistened in the light made it seem marginally bigger.

“Small, but delicious. Easy to gobble up too,” Carmen said and kissed the side, her lips all but enveloping it.

“Please, it’s embarrassing,” Lily said, gulping.

“Of course it is,” Carmen cooed and changed her grip to just her finger and thumb, “It’s such a tiny dick. You don’t even need to look hard for one several times bigger. It doesn’t even register against any of mine. Hell, my nipples are bigger than it.”

To prove it, Carmen tore her own shirt off and unleashed her gravity defiant tits. Not round like Gretchen’s, they hung just enough to deny obvious surgery, yet no tits of that size should exist, much less stand on their own like that. And she was right. The nipples more than doubled Lily’s cock. Each.

Across their lengths, white beads formed and broke into streams. Gretchen licked her lips, throat suddenly dry, then shook herself and refocused on Lily, who was in much the same state. A mocking smirk lifted Carmen’s lips as she pushed her chest up and out, then pulled the much smaller futa’s head down. She didn’t even need a command to open wide for a nipple big enough to deepthroat.

As she drank, Carmen paid no less attention to her puny dick. Gretchen tried capturing both, but her attention always wavered, unsure where to focus. That decision was made for her when Lily’s cock changed. There was no denying it, the thing had grown, rather, it was growing before her very eyes. Before long, it became long for the ruddy tip to peek over Carmen’s fist. As she watched, it just kept going. Every second there was a faint, but perceptible jump in its size. Likewise, the balls bloated from tiny pebbles to marbles and beyond, working toward grapes.

“That’s a bit better, but you can’t stop now,” Carmen said, voice even richer with raw lust, “Your dick’s still tiny.”

Lily whimpered around the nipple she drank from. The other was left alone, milk streaming down its length and Carmen’s breast.

“Really, it’s still way too small for anything useful. I wouldn’t even feel it inside me.”

“Or me.”

Gretchen nearly dropped her phone. She hadn’t even noticed Rachel waddling onto the scene, her body even more ridiculous than she remembered. In fact, she looked much shorter than Lily, except she possessed enough curves for an entire city, with her tits sloping over her pregnant gut. Upon her arrival, Carmen beamed and waved her over, pulling her into a sloppy kiss that ended with a rope of spit between them. It broke and splashed onto Lily’s face.

“So, what’s the story here?” Rachel asked, to which Carmen leaned in and whispered to her, resulting in the redhead giggling, “Love it. Mind if I get my dicks wet?”

“Sure. She’ll do whatever we want,” Carmen said and pulled her nipple out, “After all, Lily, your dick is so tiny it should be subservient to a real cock. Like Rachel’s.” On cue, the shortstack was naked with her members sticking out like grotesque monoliths of raw vitality, each of them a match for Lily’s entire body in length. They were far thicker than the lithe futa.

Lily just looked at the enormities and nodded. She opened her mouth for a cock, yet no matter how she stretched it, even using her hands, it was nowhere near enough. That didn’t matter to Rachel, who placed both her massive fuck-sticks at the entrance and pushed. Gretchen didn’t know what she expected after seeing the orgies, but to witness it so close, in the open, and with someone that small, it was hard to believe Lily’s throat could stretch that much. Or that she was gagging for more.

The distraction only lasted a moment, before her attention returned to Lily’s cock. No mistake, it was growing. From the initial baby-dick, it had bloomed into something Gretchen would happily ride on, her appreciation of it only growing with the cock. That didn’t mean it was anything like the pair turning her upper body into a condom.

“Coming along nicely, but I think it’s time I have my fun too,” Carmen said and, with all the care of tossing a pillow, flipped Lily around so her penis hung down. She never let go of it, even while circling around and unleashing her own bestial shafts. Unthinking, Gretchen let out a small moan when they appeared, one that echoed in her pussy as she got a whiff of them. Fuck, they smelled so wrong. Like the cocks she knew, but on a scale that would make her gag if she was any closer.

Before her eyes, the trio of freakish dicks merged into a single, massive spire. It was covered in veins fatter than Lily’s arms, nodules and spines flared out beneath the wide, flat head, and pussy-ruining knot throbbed near the base. It stood in rebellion of all physics, so huge it extended beyond Rachel, let alone Lily. It required more than a little manoeuvring before she could even get the head in position.

“There’s no way,” Gretchen muttered under her breath, panting in anticipation of what she knew should’ve been impossible.

Yet Carmen didn’t adhere to any such restrictions. Reality bent to her whims it seemed as Lily, no more than five-feet tall, stretched around a cock twice her size and, most probably, lost any interest in a ‘normal’ cock. Carmen wasted no time in pushing deeper, until her unfathomable member took Lily’s body and manipulated it into nothing more than a sleeve. A sex toy for her to use at will as she slowly pumped the tiny futa.

Rachel was no better as she took Carmen’s lead and thrust her own hips. Like they’d rehearsed it, they found a rhythm together, ramping up in sync until Gretchen heard nothing but moans and the slapping of flesh. The redhead didn’t even need to hold Lily up on her end, her cocks doing that for her, instead putting her hands to work on pleasuring Carmen through their shared toy’s skin.Throughout it all, Carmen never released Lily’s cock, which had broken into huge, but realistic realms.

That quickly changed. Gretchen didn’t notice drool falling from her lips as her former slave and that bitch Rachel fucked Lily without a care, unaware she was filming them, consumed with the fact Lily was no longer puny. She raced through inches, surpassing a foot and nearing on the second, while her balls hung lower and lower. Before long, they were dragging on the ground as Carmen slammed her own pair into them. It couldn’t have been pleasant, yet Lily was moaning louder by the second.

Time passed but lacked any sway over them. Gretchen couldn’t help herself anymore, shoving a hand in her panties to finger her sopping cunt, but didn’t stop filming. This was perfect. She’d get Carmen and the Futa Note, then she’d have something to masturbate to later.

“I’m gonna cum,” Rachel moaned, hunching over Lily to smother her in boobs.

“Me too. Inflate her as much as you want, babe. She’ll love it no matter what.”

“Fuck yes. Choke on my cocks you dirty little whore. God, your dick’s so big for someone so small. You should be ashamed to be getting off from this.”

If Lily objected to such treatment, her sounds were buried in Rachel’s tits and cocks. Even so, her own penis made clear how much she loved every second of being used, as it leapt up, vomited a litre of cum, then went back to slapping against her chin and Rachel’s balls in time with Carmen’s thrusts. Despite the sheer weight of their balls, both futanari pounded their toy harder than any guy Gretchen knew of.

“It’s almost as big as mine,” Carmen grunted, still stroking the enormous slab of meat Lily now possessed, “What the fuck would you even do with this thing? Fuck someone? I doubt you could even walk, let alone thrust with it.”

“If she can, she won’t for much longer. Especially when we fill her up,” Rachel moaned.

“Make her so fucking huge.”

“Like a human blimp.”

“Just a cum balloon with arms and legs attached.”

“Fuck yes!” Rachel cried and tried her best to crush Lily’s face against her crotch, belly overshadowing that mop of pink hair.

Gretchen dropped her phone and bit deep into her hand. She was cumming! From this?! Holy fuck, that noise was insane, like a hose trying to push out a log of sludge. So loud even with the other sounds and Lily’s gut dampening it. And Carmen still needed to cum too, though Rachel was doing more than enough to deliver their promise as Lily’s gut expanded into a sphere bigger than the futa. It just kept swelling.

“Take it!” Carmen shouted and slammed home.

Some people’s face contorted into ugly expressions when they came. Not hers. She was smiling, eyes half-closed, those glowing red and pink irises gleaming ecstatically, nibbling her bottom lip while her balls rumbled like a controlled earthquake. Fuck, she looked stunning. Gretchen didn’t even have the wherewithal to chastise herself as she curled her fingers and quivered in time with the waves of semen that turned Lily from a simple balloon, into a genuine blimp. Lily’s dick just kept growing all the while.

What time was it? Gretchen wandered after finally collapsing on her rump. The two were still going at it, using that pink-haired slut without a care, not even batting an eye at the fact her cock was bigger than Carmen’s, with balls fat enough for them all to fit inside. She was on her side now, with her gut stretching several feet out.

“Phone. Where is… oh fuck,” Gretchen picked it up from where she’d dropped it. Her pussy ached, hand covered in juices, and one of her nipples was sore. What a fucking joke. She really was getting too horny for her own good. At least she had the footage.

Or not. Everything was static and now her camera was busted.

“Fuck!” Gretchen snapped, then realised her mistake and hurried away before either of the freaks discovered her. If Carmen caught wind of her plan, then that was it, she’d become just another hideous, deformed dick-girl. But what kind? Would Carmen make her too big to move too? Or give her something tiny and pitiful that everyone would mock her for?

“I’m gonna fucking get her. No matter what I have to do.”

In her furious afterglow, she didn’t bother thinking about where she was as she muttered those words. A fellow blonde overheard, one that had been waiting for a chance to make Gretchen suffer.

Chapter 71 - A Horse of Course

She was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. Even if Megan lied about the baby’s parent, there’d be suspicion when they grew up and resembled the siblings more than anything else. And what about the gender? It’d probably be a futa, which would only raise more questions. They’d be found out, she’d be ostracised, possibly charged with… she didn’t know what, but something bad!

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Rachel said, pulling her from the spiralling abyss.

Zoey took deep breaths, looking down at her best friend and the only person she wanted more than life itself. Both were holding her hands tight, a constant pressure to ground her to reality. Carmen’s unique eyes lacked their usual lustful sheen, replaced by a gentle hue that soothed her racing heart. They were in the old library, once meant to be remodelled into an entertainment centre for exemplary students - though at the time, it was meant for Gretchen - but that was put on hold after the change of direction. She didn’t want to burden the others with this issue.

Or hear them admonish her for knocking up her sister.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Carmen said. A handbag rested against her hip, the tip of a notebook poking out, as if eager to help, “You did nothing wrong.”

“What? I impregnated Megan! How isn’t that messed up?”

Carmen held her by the cheeks, one of the few people that could reach them, “Maybe in another time, it would be. But here and now, that’s hardly the most shocking thing. Besides,” her eyes gleamed briefly, “You enjoyed it.”

“I… that doesn’t make it right.”

“Shh,” Carmen pulled her into a hug, Rachel joining, “I spent a long time thinking about right and wrong. Honestly, I don’t really have an all knowing answer. The best I came up with is simple. Are you happy?”

“K-kinda.”

“Is Megan happy?”

She hadn’t talked to that morning. Messages pinged her phone every other minute, though she didn’t have the strength to look, but she knew when Megan was upset. There’d be no stopping her from making it known. And it wasn’t likely that she didn’t have an inkling before taking the test.

“I think so.”

“Then there’s no problem in my eyes,” Carmen said.

“But what about other people?” Zoey asked, glancing out the windows. It did assuage some concerns as her eyes lingered on the dozens of people with clothes bulging in various ways, however some weren’t changed. Those worried her.

“Don’t worry,” Rachel chuckled, “They won’t mind soon enough.”

“Come on, we can talk more at your house,” Carmen decided, already heading for the door.

“What about classes?” Zoey asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about those. I’ll just tell the teachers to leave it be. Not like anything really gets done there anymore,” Carmen shrugged. She had a point. All the teachers were in the book now, their lessons usually interrupted by a need to masturbate, often with a student joining them soon after. A couple even fucked in front of the whole class.

They were all under Carmen’s thumb. Or rather, her cock and balls seemed more apt. Watching her walk ahead of them, it boggled Zoey’s mind that her strides were so fluid, never missing a beat even as her balls were pushed side to side, hips rising and falling in tandem. The same for Rachel, who kept pace with Carmen, holding her hand as if they were normal partners and not the sexiest people alive. ‘Normal’ people stopped and stared, but neither spared even a glance for them.

It’d be nice to do that with Megan. Just walking around the block, her sister’s pregnant body on display, while Zoey’s struts made clear where that belly came from. Maybe with their mother on the other arm. She’d make sure no one misinterpreted just who knocked them up. They’d be her broodmares, practically enslaved to her cock and seed. Eager to be bred again and again.

“Day dreaming?” Carmen asked, looking back at her with those eyes that seemed to know everything.

“Y-yeah, a little,” Zoey said and steeled her mind against such thoughts. Her clothes were tight, especially around the crotch. If she got anything more than a semi, they’d tear apart and she doubted the law would care that she was technically a minority. Though that wouldn’t stop Carmen from fixing it. Honestly, with the way she flaunted herself, it almost seemed like she wanted it to happen.

Catching the bus was interesting. She’d adjusted to being the centre of attention since none of her friends lived on the same route, but with Carmen and Rachel around, they siphoned all the attention for themselves. Strangely, it irked her. She was the tallest, yet that didn’t mean a thing when the couple filled the back by themselves. It didn’t help that Carmen had opted for a dress - which stretched into a skirt thanks to her size - without anything underneath. The entirety of her phalli would be on display if they weren’t strapped down.

As it was, anyone looking back would be treated to the sight of her black, bestial flesh. Were they wondering if they were real? Or whether the smell of cock slowly spreading throughout the vehicle was her fault? Because it was. Zoey and Rachel had strong aromas, but they might as well not be there. The futa at the core of everything just exuded sex.

More than a few faces were flushed as they walked off. The hydraulics groaned its thanks. Zoey hadn’t really thought of it, since no one complained about it, but their bodies had to weigh more than a motorbike. As they strolled away, the Carmen’s gaze lingered on the bus.

“Wonder what it’d be like to fuck on a bus,” she mused.

“We can try later,” Rachel said.

Zoey couldn’t help but laugh. Though now the idea stuck in her head too. Buses were confined, meaning there’d be nowhere to hide. Anyone that wanted to watch, or didn’t, would be treated to free porn on a tier above anything online.

“Wow, not much changed,” Rachel noted when they walked up the driveway. Only Megan was home, thankfully, “Not even taller doors?”

“I can duck,” Zoey shrugged, displaying just that as she led them inside. The redhead struggled with her rear, but managed, while Carmen just strode in like a goddess. A blush warmed Zoey’s face at the thought and she quickly turned her attention elsewhere. It wasn’t hard, as Megan appeared in the foyer, slacked-jawed and barely dressed, “Carmen, Rachel, this is Megan.”

“Hi.”

“Hey,” Megan mumbled, approaching with her eyes downcast, as if she truly were in the presence of divinity. Despite that, she didn’t even glance at Zoey. Her baby’s ‘father’ no less. She only had eyes for the gorgeous futanari crammed inside.

“Nice to meet you,” Carmen said, voice unintentionally dripping with sexual desire. Just hearing it seemed like enough to propel someone to climax. Looking at Megan, she looked close to dropping to her knees then and there.

“We should go to my room,” Zoey said before anything like that could happen, leading her friends up. She leaned against her door once inside.

“I can see why you want her,” Carmen said, resting her butt on the desk as she rummaged through her bag, pulling out the book, “But maybe she can be better?”

“She… she’s fine the way she is,” Zoey sighed, keeping her eyes away from Carmen but for side-long glances. Even after everything she and Megan had done, including conceiving a child together, she just couldn’t help herself around someone like Carmen.

“You’re jealous,” Rachel noted.

“What?”

“It’s written all over your face,” Carmen added, “Sorry about that. I just have that effect on people now. Especially when they’re just girls.”

“I know it’s not your fault, but still… it’d be nice if she didn’t, you know, sway so easily.”

“Sounds to me,” Rachel grinned from the woefully undersized bed beneath her couch-sized ass, “Like you want her to be yours. Not a partner or a sister, but your bitch.”

“Or maybe a mare?” Carmen nodded to a few horse decorations.

“I went through a horse phase as a kid, that’s all.”

“Oh? You’re sure it hasn’t turned into something more?” Rachel pushed, leaning forward, tits consuming her lap and almost reaching the floor. She glanced to Carmen, who grinned and reached under her skirt, undoing the straps that kept her cocks in place. Even flaccid, held within their sheaths, the things reached past her knees. As Zoey looked, the flared crowns poked out.

“It has,” Carmen said and set the Futa Note aside, instead sauntering over with an exaggerated sway, while she pushed what was once a dress down. Every inch of her masculinities were on show, swelling with every step, until they were half-hard and she was right against Zoey’s body, “Do you feel ashamed of what you want?”

“I mean, shouldn’t I?” Zoey didn’t know where to look, but the choice was made when a gentle hand guided her to look Carmen in the eye.

“No. I’ll make sure it’s okay, no matter what. You’ve gone through a lot too, haven’t you? Bullying, becoming a futa, stressing over what you want most. It piles up, Zoey. You can’t just hold it in forever. Eventually, you’ll do something you regret, or make a mistake that costs more than you know.”

“But it’s not…”

“Do you want to fuck Megan?” Rachel asked, joining them and pushing her unfathomable bust against the much taller futa’s legs.

Zoey gulped, “Yes.”

“You want her to have your babies?” Carmen tagged in.

“Yes.”

“You want her to be yours alone?”

“Yes.”

Everything they said, she wanted. Day in and out, she was surrounded by futanari doing things she once thought were unspeakable in private, let alone in public. She joined in sometimes, but it just didn’t sit well with her. Why? Was there something wrong with her?

“There’s nothing wrong with having a moral compass,” Carmen said, seeing through her, “But sticking to it so rigidly isn’t healthy.”

“I guess that’s true.”

She was right. The stress of doing what she thought was correct just wasn’t worth it. What was the point of being free of Gretchen if she was just oppressing herself? And fucking Megan whenever she wanted didn’t exactly harm other people. It wasn’t like she would suddenly go mad and start fucking every girl in sight. She just wanted to let loose a little.

Or a lot.

“There it is,” Carmen smirked and went back to the notebook, though her gaze was locked onto Zoey, yet looking beyond her. Whatever she saw, it stoked her own desires, as those equine cocks rose alongside their monstrous leader. Zoey licked her lips, then moaned as a small, and shrinking, hand grasped at her crotch.

“I can’t wait to see how you turn out,” Rachel said, using her hands to yank the futa’s shorts down, taking a long sniff, “I bet it’s something special.”

“I...” Zoey wasn’t even sure exactly how she wanted to change, only that she longed for it. This body was incredible, however she needed something more to turn Megan into her cumdump, something that would let her compete with Carmen. Her eyes lingered on the largest futa’s cocks, each a fat pillar of veins, segmented in halves by a stocky ring leading into the sheaths at least a couple inches thicker than the rest. Except the heads, which bloomed from the ends like some perverse flowers that just begged people to bury their heads in it.

Carmen glanced up and erased something, then finished the alterations with a firm tap. She put it away, then leaned on the desk, waiting. Rachel also stepped back, all four feet of her body vibrating in excitement for what Zoey would become. Trickles of trepidation cooled her spine, yet they were subsumed in waves of anticipation, her own member swelling up.

She had faint memories of when she became a futa. There was pressure from when her cock grew in, an unfathomable burning sensation that followed as it changed from a pecker to a full blown dick. A similar sensation flared up at her lower back, just above her rump. Prickly heat built around her scalp and in her ears, burning hotter as another inferno consumed her crotch.

None of it was painful, though. The Futa Note made sure it wasn’t, otherwise she’d be screaming in agony, instead she was palming her balls and panting for air. Each breath changed every second that passed, humidity rising all around, so thick she tasted it, the sweltering animal muskiness. It screamed ‘wrong’ to her, like she was indulging in a drug, yet she huffed more as it burgeoned. And the more she did, the better everything felt.

Tears formed in her clothes. Flesh spilled through the gaps, boobs bulging through and under the shirt as she bloomed. Likewise, her shorts didn’t have much life left either. The elastic tried its best, holding on for dear life, yet she just kept swelling.

“Oh my god, she looks amazing,” Rachel said.

“This is just phase one,” Carmen chuckled.

Zoey frowned, wondering what that could mean. She was already growing, all too aware of the weight pulling on her groin as her already huge member swelled, balls following its lead and bellowing through comparisons. Her volleyballs turned into basketballs into medicine balls. It’d take half a dozen people just to handle one.

Her sex wasn’t the only augmentation. The floor sank away from her as the ceiling closed in, yet she wasn’t claustrophobic, aware it was all because she was growing taller again. At the same time, her muscles pulsed and filled out, sensuous lines across her frame that made her femininity stand out all the more as her breasts filled out to crush the alphabet. Her hips and ass followed suite, making sure none of her present clothes would fit. Shopping was in her future.

Or wasn’t. A peculiar tickling along her cheeks brought her attention back around, finding a brown-red tail swishing around, reacting to each twinge in her cock. She brought a hand to her head, finding long, soft ears poking out. Her human ones had vanished, letting her hair fall naturally. Not long after, the heat faded, though something felt… different. Like another change was waiting under the surface.

“So, what’s phase two?” Rachel asked.

“You know, Zoey,” Carmen said and walked over the newly minted horse-futa, stroking a heavenly finger along the erect cock, as she opened the door,  “I want to see just what your sister’s made of. Mind if I have a go with her?”

Her reaction was instantaneous. Zoey slammed the door and all but snarled at Carmen, flame erupting all over, before settling in a wave of… fur? Glancing at her arm, she saw it covered in a fine layer of brown. Frowning, she touched her face, finding a slight muzzle extended to meet her fingers. Carmen beamed up at her, much lower suddenly.

“How’s she look?” Carmen asked, stepping back to admire the view. Rachel took several pictures, then handed her phone to Zoey, who gawked at the view.

She was a horse! Or not… she still stood on two legs, feet intact, and overall humanoid. It was just the fur, face, ears and tail. And the cock of course. No, cocks. Plural. Two gigantic masts extended from a next of wrinkled flesh that extended into her quartet of oil-black cum tanks. She stroked along their enormities, licked her… lips? They seemed like it. She licked them at the delicious leathery feel, with a slick sheen on top, the skin thick yet overflowing with nerves. Her cocks perked up at the sensation.

Above all, despite her inhuman appearance, Zoey loved it. She looked strong, majestic and powerful, yet beautiful. The animalistic aspects just made her intriguing as well. The transformation also grew her hair out, turning it into a stunning mane. Her ears twitched, tickling her a little.

“You like?”

“I love it.”

“Never pegged you for a furry,” Rachel said.

“A what?” Both the taller futanari frowned at her.

“Oh wow, I forget you guys don’t go online much,” the redhead giggled and explained the concept to her friends.

“I honestly never thought of that,” Carmen said and pondered the notebook, “So some people actually want to be animals?”

“Anthropomorphic animals, but some of them, yeah.”

“Good to know. But we’re not here for a lesson in lifestyles, we’re here to help Zoey turn Megan into her personal bitch.”

Zoey was forced to crawl through her door, wriggling when her new hips got caught. She sniffed the air, a new sense of smell informing her that the female was in the bathroom. Taking the opportunity to surprise her sister, she squeezed her way into Megan’s room and waited. Their ceilings were mercifully tall, but even ducking a little her head touched it. Carmen and Rachel waited in the other room, giving her the chance to indulge a little.

Her cocks remained hard as steel as they pointed toward the door. Their length cleared the bed with ease, so erect they didn’t even touch the sheets. If someone wasn’t careful, they could walk inside and run straight into one.

Under a minute later, Megan came back. She had her head down, stroking her belly, but a loud sniff changed that. Looking up, her face changed to horror, then confusion.

“Zoey?” Hadn’t she seen this before?

“It’s me,” Zoey said, curious why this wasn’t part of the usual history revision.

“What happened, you… you’re… holy shit!” Megan approached slowly, then looked to the cocks properly and gulped loudly, eyes going wide as she traced the veins back to a set of balls big enough for her curl up within, “E-explain…”

Zoey did her best to. In doing so, she learned some parts were ‘normal’, such as her new sizes, ears and tail. However, this was a new development. A spontaneous transformation that made sense given her more volatile physiology. Once Megan recovered a little, she was up close with Zoey, studying her like an art connoisseur.

“You’re so big all over,” she murmured, almost like someone sleep talking, “And that smell, god… you did shower today, right?”

“Of course.”

“It’s strong as fuck. I can’t even describe it. It’s familiar, but way, way stronger.”

“And you’re not even getting the full thing,” Zoey said and turned on her, grabbed a handful of her sister’s hair. She was tiny in her hand, more like a doll. Megan looked up at her, not even daring to glance away, and whimpered, like a pup begging for a treat, “Here. Get a good sniff.” With that, she shoved the female into the nook between cocks and balls.

A shiver passed through Megan’s body and the scent of her sex strengthened. She came just from that? Zoey grinned and pushed her sister in harder, making sure to cover the female’s face in her musk. Struggling breaths only made it better, especially as Megan’s hands tried pushing her away. So weak, the equine futa thought.

Once she got the message that escape was impossible, Megan changed to licking and nursing on the bountiful flesh. Her tongue snuck its way into the crevices, pulling out drops of sweat and moaning in depravity. As she slurped up a treasure trove, Zoey yanked her away. Her cocks jerked in approval of the girl’s face, red cheeks glossy with rubbed off perspiration and eyes glazed over with lust.

“Want more?” Zoey asked, getting a nod in response. She grimaced at that, wanting to hear her sister fully debase herself. With a quick swing of her hip, a cock flew against her sibling’s face, almost knocking her down if Zoey didn’t hold her up, “Tell me.”

“I want it!” Megan squealed, eyes trying to look at both penises at once, “Oh fuck, Zoey, please! I want you to use your horse dicks and break my…AH!” Another smack silenced, “I-I-I mean, please use your giant horse cocks and break my cunt! Fuck, fuck, it smells so good… Please, Zoey, tear me apart. I just want to be your mindless cumdump!”

She never said anything like that before. Their trysts always felt like Megan took the lead, even when Zoey instigated, she was never fully in control. Now, however, her sister better resembled a hopeless nymphomaniac straight out of porn. Just looking into her eyes, Zoey wondered just how far she’d go just to serve either of her cocks. She grinned. Better put it to the test.

Chapter 73 - The Queen Dethroned

It shouldn’t be this fucking hard! Everywhere she looked, there was evidence of Carmen’s abominations, people with tits too big to possibly look good being the most common, yet no one batted an eye. Even the few remaining girls in the school just got on with their day. Or worse! Some of them even fawned over the freaks.

No, they couldn’t be blamed. Not everyone could get anywhere near the amount of dick Gretchen did, so of course they’d settle for the desperate tier. Whatever, long as they kept away from her, though not too far. It shouldn’t irk her the way it did, but few, if any, of the futanari even spared a glance her way. Yet they’d be making googly eyes at the lower rungs on the beauty hierarchy.

Some of them didn’t even have tits, for fuck’s sake. Sure, every girl with a dick had a cleavage to match it, but that didn’t mean Gretchen was small. She’d paid exclusively not to be. Well, she didn’t pay, Ashley did back when the bitch was worth a damn. Now, she had the same wealth as most others, except with a body so affluent, she honestly wondered how she didn’t collapse under her own weight. Far from that, the once-wealthy cunt sauntered down the halls with people eagerly stepping aside only to be crushed into the walls. They should be doing that for her.

Gretchen adjusted her bra and checked herself in the mirror. This was so embarrassing.

Everyday, orgies were held in the second-floor bathrooms. It didn’t matter the person’s gender or their history or anything else, they were welcome. Except Gretchen. It was like they knew she wanted dirt, so all those weird bitches made a point of excluding her. They even talked about how good it was when she was around. Fucking assholes.

That would end that day. Gretchen did everything to conceal her obviously superior body from the common folk, even wearing stupid ugly glasses. God, why did anyone wear them when contacts were a thing? Whatever, they made her just that bit more unrecognisable. Combined with her lame pig-tails, a splash of fake freckles on her flawless tanned skin, and the frumpy sweater covering her tits, she almost didn’t recognise herself in the mirror. Even then, however, she looked better than anyone out there.

Except Carmen. Something about that slut carried her obscene figure so… gracefully. Every wobble might as well have been intentional, part of an elegantly sensual dance, for how they accented her raw lustful appearance. It’d take a miracle for anyone, even Gretchen, to compete against her.

“Or a book,” she murmured to her nerdy reflection. All she needed was a book and there’d be nothing but her luscious hair and skin to separate from any of the bookworms. Preferably, said ‘book’ would be the Futa Note. Then she’d have everything as it should be, with herself at the top and all else beneath her foot, while she wore stiletto heels of course. Naturally, she’d have Carmen as her makeshift throne, all those gross, pussy-breaking dicks crammed inside her.

“Hmm, yeah,” Gretchen bit her injection-filled lips, “Make her a mindless fuck-machine.” She’d already sampled Carmen’s prowess, but she was much smaller back then, not to mention reluctant. All she could do was imagine it, though maybe not for too much longer if her disguise worked. She could get fucked and blackmail material at the same time. No problem.

Taste was important too. Gretchen preferred to receive - only weirdos didn’t - but watching someone squirm beneath her world-class blowjobs, their faces contorting in orgasm then despair as she denied them. A familiar warm tingle skittered down her back, spasms that echoed in her ass and pussy, like they wanted to get stuffed just as bad. She slipped a hand into her stupid mom jeans, finding herself damp. Even for how crazy Carmen’s body was, Gretchen shouldn’t be thirsting for it so hard.

“Fucking dry spell.”

Things had been tricky since Carmen got the book back. For whatever reason, she just didn’t have the same drive to get laid, or the allure. Just last week, she was forced to settle for some decent-looking guy at a bar. She still grimaced at the thought. They all looked at her like she was second-best, no matter how she hard she flirted. Even pulling her shirt down didn’t do it for them.

“First the fuck, then she gets fucked,” Gretchen told herself, almost a mantra at that point. She was going into the lion’s den after all, where literally anything could happen, so long as Carmen willed it. Though her thoughts didn’t linger on the possible danger of her move, the fact she could piss the futa off and get turned into a fleshlight, but on the potential sex she could finally have. She just needed to imagine a hot guy instead of the dickgirls pounding her.

God, she really needed it. Gretchen took a deep breath, the air hot and humid in the bathroom. Did the air conditioners break again? No, it was cool when she walked in. Had to be herself. She tested her hair, expecting it to get pulled on later, and headed for the door. A very obvious stilt harmed her strides as her thighs rubbed her drooling quim.

When she touched the handle, the air seemed to condense. She gasped at the sudden difficult in breathing, however that only brought a very distinct, vaguely familiar flavour onto her tongue.

“Sounds like someone needs to get fucked.”

That voice, “Zoey?” She turned to the stalls, expected to see the freakishly tall cunt walk out, but what she saw instead froze her in place; a horse’s face looked over the wall, down at her. It wasn’t completely a horse, she recognised some human features in the eyes and lips. Some nerd she sucked off for better grades had shown her stuff like that.

“You’re a furry?” Gretchen forced a snide grin, “Always knew you were fucked in the head.”

“Says the girl creaming herself at the sight of me,” Zoey said and licked her lips. The air thickened again, coinciding with a dense thud against a stall.

“Maybe she’s in denial about herself?” A second voice asked and a door opened, revealing four giant tits that moved out to reveal Mary, her top little more than a stretch of fabric covering her nipples at that point. Likewise, she had a set of shorts modified with a hammock to keep her gross dicks in.

“Don’t tease her. Some people need a gateway,” Dakota’s voice said, her similarly fucked-up body entering the scene. How did any of them fit in the stalls?

“Yeah, enough teasing, let’s fuck this… fuck! I’m stuck. Could you lend a hand, Zoey?” Before the horse could even exit, the stall closest to Gretchen exploded, “Nevermind, I’m good.” Ashley walked from the wreckage, tits bigger than anyone in the room. Not just in comparison to their breasts, but their whole bodies. They even looked big enough for Zoey to fit inside.

Gretchen gulped, “So, what is this? An intervention?”

“Sorta,” Mary said, coming to stand beside the fat-cow that was Ashley, while Dakota moved to the other side, “We know you’re trying to get the book back. Not that it’d work.”

“But it’s as good an excuse as any,” Zoey added, now stepping out so Gretchen saw her full, naked glory. More important than any of the others, was the set of dicks larger than life sticking up at an angle. The way they bobbed, veins throbbing every second, made clear they weighed way more than Gretchen’s entire body, even with the pounds upon pounds of saline inside her.

“To put you in your place,” Ashley finished, her own member pushing her tits aside. Not a moment later and they were all naked, each sporting a different style of cock.

Gretchen had all manner of responses blowing through her mind. None of them made it to her tongue, however, as she made the simple mistake of breathing. Light dimmed and her vision swayed, but she caught herself. Everything was hot, burning even, her crotch and nipples in particular. Unconsciously, she pulled on the shirt and let out a sharp moan. Too sensitive…

She adjusted again, then quivered. No, she couldn’t show weakness to them, not those freaks with grins like the hottest bitches in porn, and cocks that redefined ‘big’. Gretchen stumbled back, almost falling on her ass, if not for something warm and pulsating and… wriggly. Looking back, her eyes bulged at the sight of a snake-like cock supporting her back.

“Get the fuck away!” Gretchen shrieked, hobbling away from the horror, straight into Ashley’s waiting tits. Two dicks jutted on either side, hard and throbbing, just begging to penetrate a cunt… her cunt. They were the smallest ones there. Probably the only phalli that’d fit inside her. Maybe. Could be worth a try?

“No, no, no,” Gretchen repeated the word over and over, yet her body refused to move. Every rapid breath, no matter how shallow, just exasperated the whole situation. The way her breasts moved rubbed her nipples ever so slightly, but it was enough to set her pussy off, dripping down her leg. Her stupid fucking thong did nothing to stop it, in fact, she felt it rubbing between her folds as she tried minimising contact with the fat freak.

The others moved around to box her in.They left a path between them, only their cocks blocking it, leading straight to the door.

“if you don’t want this, then you’re welcome to leave,” Mary said, gesturing with one of her disgusting things, “But we all know you’re way too big a slut for that. Aside from Carmen and Rachel, we’ve got the biggest dicks in the city, probably the world. Dozens have taken them already. You’re the only one. How shameful for a whore like you, that you’ve only taking little baby dicks.”

“Shut up! I have standards!” Gretchen snarled and stepped forward, jaw snapping shut as she tried not to make a sound. The next step was just as bad, then worse as she finally had to touch one of them. It was Dakota’s, a ruddy red colour from the tapered helm to its… was that a knot? The ears and tail were one thing, but even her dicks were canine.

“Hmm, keep stroking,” Dakota said.

“Fuck you!” Gretchen snatched her hand away and wiped the slime off it. When did she start rubbing it? Ugh, it was all over her ugly skirt now. She could smell it too.

Mary was next in her path, casually rolling her dicks like jump rope.

“Stop it.”

“Hmm… no.”

Fine, she jumped rope before. This was no problem. Except it wasn’t rope, it was fat cocks that shouldn’t exist. Gretchen swallowed her nerves down and braced herself for the jump, only to get pushed forward. She missed the first swing, but the next caught her, entangling the blonde in its endless length. Laughter ensued.

“Shut the fuck up and untie me.”

“Fine, fine,” Mary said and crouched down, smothering Gretchen in her lower breasts. Didn’t she get implants too? Why were they so soft? Their warmth was almost intoxicating too, like a hug all over her body, a gentle palpitation that, if given the chance, would rock her to sleep. She nearly whined when Mary pulled away, cocks hanging forward to lift her up.

Gretchen sneered at her as she stepped away. Every inch of skin remembered the feel of those boobs, a perpetual tingle in every pore, which fuelled the thumping pleasure in her groin. Maybe they wouldn’t be so bad?

No! She’d get laid in a bit. With Carmen no less. Then she’d use that footage, get the cunt in trouble and take the book back. After that, she could fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. No reason whatsoever for her to lower herself for these freaks.

“You look flushed? A little turned on maybe?” Zoey asked, stepping into the line, with a pair of horse-dicks covered in a faintly glossy sheen. She was right, but Gretchen would never admit it to… the thought died when a spurt of pre-cum erupted from both members, splashing against the opposite wall hard enough to ricochet onto her. It smeared her left cheek, ending just under her nostril.

“It stinks,” Gretchen gasped, swaying on her feet. She couldn’t describe it. At first, she thought it was just like normal pre, a little musky and fishy, but a sniff annihilated that comparison. It reeked like that frat house after she started an orgy there, yet so much worse. Maybe if someone took that stench, condensed it into a liquid, then poured it up her nostrils, then dunked her into a lake of the stuff, before amplifying it a dozen times over… it still wouldn’t measure up.

Zoey’s pre was simply sex incarnate.

She couldn’t stay on her feet. The smell robbed her of all strength until she listed forward and, unthinking, caught herself on one of the turgid erections. If the pre-cum reeked that bad, it was a hundred times better, like the smell saturated the entire penis. Gretchen had no control as her whole body vibrated in a sudden climax.

Looking behind her, the others were crowded around her ass. They were going to fuck her. She knew it. Any second and they’d rip her skirt off and ruin her tiny holes for any other dick that wasn’t freakishly huge.

Or not. Everyone just stood around and waited. For what?

“What’re you… just standing around… for?” Gretchen panted. Even speaking was so hard. So much of her just wanted to keep breathing, inhaling all that musk until she couldn’t think anymore.

“We’re not about to rape you,” Dakota said.

“We’re not about to sink as low as you,” Mary added.

“He… consented,” Gretchen groaned.

“Yeah, after you choked him.”

“Whatever.”

“So, what’ll it be?” Ashley asked, shuffling forward just a little, “There’s over a dozen cocks in here, just waiting to fuck. If it’s not you, we’ll take care of each other.”

Gretchen bit her lip and shook her head. Even if she came just from smelling Zoey, she couldn’t let these monstrosities penetrate her. People would find out. She’d be the laughing stock after all the shit she said about futanari. It didn’t matter how wet she was and how perfectly any of them would fill her up. She just couldn’t.

“In that case,” Mary walked to a wall and bent over, braced against it with her ass jutting out, “I’ve been dripping for a chance with the new Zoey. How about it?”

“Sure,” Zoey chuckled and walked away, leaving Gretchen to fall flat on her tits.

“No!” The blonde wailed, then snapped her mouth shut. They all ignored her as Zoey lined up her mammoth-sized cocks with Mary’s way, way too small ass and pussy. Likewise, the tentacles reached under her balls to coil around Zoey’s thighs and slither between her huge ass cheeks. Both moaned in ecstasy as they penetrated each other, bellies bulging straight away.

Meanwhile, Ashley pushed Dakota to the floor and climbed atop her. Like the others, her gut exploded in size, stretched taut around a set of dicks bigger than a pony. Her own balls smothered the dog-futa, who made no attempt at getting free, simply groping every inch within reach. In moments, the air reverberated with the smacks of asses on crotches and balls. Zoey built up rapidly, whole body rippling with muscle as she pounded away, so hard Gretchen felt the impacts through the floor.

“Stop it…”

Ashley moaned louder as her breasts and testes ballooned. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her body, yet her dicks released only pre-cum by the gallon. Dakota thrust against her, faster as the chubby futa grabbed hold of her cock-like nipples and tugged on them.

“I… want…”

Gretchen’s heart pounded in tandem with Zoey’s thrusts. Each beat filled out her nipples and clit, both rubbing against her clothes. She couldn’t help grabbing her tits. Any pleasure was better than none. Without it, she’d break down.

Zoey pulled her cocksleeve away from the wall. Mary remained upright, snug between the horse’s boobs, while a pair of massive hands lifted her balls up and revealed just how impossibly stretched out her pussy was. That should be Gretchen… her pussy deserved to be opened up around a set of dicks larger than life. They were right, that it was ridiculous that she hadn’t been fucked by the biggest cocks around. She’d only fucked Carmen when she was way smaller than any of them.

“Fuck me!” Gretchen whispered at the worst time, when there was a brief lull in the depravity.

“What was that?” All four asked her, faces all perfectly capturing the pleasure they experienced. And the bliss they promised her.

“Fuck me, dammit! I don’t care anymore, just put your stupid, ugly, giant dicks in me and fuck my brains out!” Gretchen demanded and even tore her skirt away, then pushed her hips up high. It was the most primal position she knew, one that turned her into nothing more than an animal begging to breed.

But all that mattered was how it worked. Not a second after she presented herself, Zoey was on her. Enormous, flat heads completely supplanted all space between her thighs. There was no way it could fit inside her, yet she held. If a second-rate bitch like Mary could handle it, then she could too. The first push, however, tested that resolve as her body opened inhumanly wide. Where she expected pleasure like all the others, she was struck, instead, with pure agony.

Before she could pull away, a pair of massive tits blocked her way. Ashley leered down at her, then grabbed onto her pig tails and yanked her forward. Her mouth opened to put the cow in her place, but that immediately failed as a cock filled it.

“Dakota? Mary? I’m gonna need to cum properly soon, otherwise I’m gonna fill up the room.”

“Sure.”

“No problem.”

Gretchen looked to the side as Mary settled in alongside her. The tentacled cunt smirked, then throated the other cock with ease, more so than Gretchen ever had. Indignation boiled in her veins as she took a deep breath, almost cumming in the process, and dove in. Only to gag almost instantly. She tried pulling away to prepare for another try, but Zoey finally found traction and lunged forward.

Inundated with the sensation of her body going through torture, Gretchen almost didn’t register the fat prick opening her gullet and flattening her uvula. As more of Zoey’s member squelched through her insides, she could feel her pelvis grinding along it, the bones somehow accommodating the behemoth, yet no less agonising. The constant pressure in her oesophagus sent convulsions up her throat, but the blockage left only one path; her nose. Yet her pussy was sopping wet.

Pre-cum oozed from Ashley, but her acid reflux brought it up and out her nose. It burned, somehow the most noticeable torment even as her once flawless abdomen distended into a misshapen mess; a log covered in hideous roots that pulsated faster than her own racing heartbeat. And that was before Zoey pulled back.

Gretchen thanked her body for betraying her. If not for her wetness, the ensuing thrusts would’ve been far worse. As it was, every inch that Zoey extracted felt like it pulled her insides out with it. Maybe it did. She couldn’t turn her head and confirm or deny it, though she was glad for that small mercy. All she wanted to imagine some huge hunks spit-roasting her like on most Fridays.

Unfortunately, the sheer amount of boobs around her made that impossible. One second, she was focused on the turgid lengths ruining her wonderful body, but the next and she was reminded of that it wasn’t guys wrecking her, but girls with dicks. Ashley pulled her down, mashing her face into a breast firm as her own, yet yielding to the slightest pressure, which only ushered a richer flow of cum down her gullet and out her nose. Zoey, likewise, leaned over and rested her enormous bosom on her back.

“She’s not even sucking,” Ashley said and tugged on the pig tails to no result.

“Hmm, Dakota, climb on my dick,” Zoey said. The impaled blonde frowned as she felt two fleshy spheres press into her chest, “Good. Now then…”

What now? Gretchen wondered only to scream it into Ashley’s dick-nipple. She’d thought most of that horse cock was inside by then, it felt like a mile of flesh-wreathed steel after all, yet she was nowhere near the middle. A fat ring squished past her folds, signalling an steady increase in girth. Zoey wasn’t slow either, slamming forward so fast, she crashed into Gretchen’s ass hard enough to rattle her brain. Meanwhile, Ashley just moaned.

“Enjoying the ball-job?” The cow asked.

“Oh yeah. Nice and warm. So snug. I can feel your cum churning inside.”

“She’s still not sucking though.”

A snort of hot air blew against Gretchen’s ear. She looked to the side as Zoey’s new face came into view. As it did, a new weight settled on her back, its shape very familiar.

“Start sucking, or I fuck you properly.”

Properly? Another thrust like that? Gretchen switched her gaze to Ashley, hoping - praying for once - that she’d stop it, but the fucking bitch just moaned and focused on Mary, who was bobbing her head like a machine. Several ounces of drool spilled from her lips as she did, which she caught on her boobs and hands, applying to the rest of the cock. There was no other choice; she had to suck this freak’s dick like a real one or Zoey would utterly destroy her.

Agony pressed in from all sides as she slid her head back. No throat was designed for such punishment. Still, she fought through it, choking up copious amounts of slop to lubricate her path. Gretchen wriggled her tongue in futility, the muscle pinned under Ashley’s girth. As she slipped back a few inches, she brought her hands into the mix, using them to jerk the foot or two of dick still outside her lips. Internally, she grimaced at the slimy sensation coating her fingers, but one look at Zoey kept her going.

“That’s it, squeeze my cock, you worthless slut,” the horse-futa cooed, almost a whinny, and rose back to her full height as she dug both massive hands into Gretchen’s ass cheeks. The second member hovered overhead, patiently waiting its turn, “Keep it up and maybe I won’t destroy your ass.”

From a guy, those words promised a good time. Zoey, however, turned them into a genuine threat, a guarantee that if she wanted, Gretchen would leave the room on stretcher with her holes gaped so wide someone could literally get lost inside them. To avoid such a fate, she did what she was best at; being a slut. Even as that behemoth cock pushed through her cunt, turned her womb into a condom, and forced her organs aside all to fuck her better. She crooned in a mixture of pain and bliss the deeper it went.

Excruciating pleasure pervaded her entire being. Sparks lit up in her nipples whenever Zoey’s shaft throbbed against her insides, the energy feeding back into her clit, which set her pussy alight. Ounces of fem-cum poured from her ruined snatch down over her splayed legs. She couldn’t move them, no more than rabid twitches down into her toes, curling as she slobbered all over Ashley’s cock. Despite it all, humiliation was the worst part.

Not that she was sucking dick as another fucked her. That was just another day for Gretchen, but the fact she was helpless to them, and her own body, just made the whole experience unbearable. Yet she was cumming at the same time. Fuck, everything was too much.

Every breath she took exasperated the problem. She smelled Zoey even as her nose plunged toward Ashley’s breast, following Mary’s lead as the blonde gagged and slurped like a pro. Beneath them, straddling the horrific bulge, Dakota did much the same, while grinding her hips. She was completely trapped by these freaks. Still, at least she finally got a proper lay.

“Mary, your tentacles are getting antsy. I think there’s someone far better to use them,” Ashley said and yanked Gretchen down hard, a full-body convulsion bringing the bulges in her throat and gut into stark relief.

Mary moaned and suddenly a dozen sinuous cocks appeared around her.

“No, no, no!” Gretchen tried saying, yet nothing but the sound of a pathetic groan came out. The tendrils converged on her, winding around her arms, their gross, spongy heads poked against her armpits, while squeezing around her tits. She grabbed at them, hoping to stop it. Ashley yanked harder, but she ignored the cow, focused on getting those disgusting things off her. Then Zoey pushed.

Darkness consumed her. She didn’t know for how long. When light returned, she was moving fast and erratically, still skewed on Ashley’s dick-nipple. Her arms were pulled back, chest forced to thrust up, while a goliath inched its way through her body. Where was the other giant cock? Her answer came as a new pressure bloomed in her gut, climbing higher and into her stomach. Not far behind, several writhing forms slithered in.

One look down at herself confirmed her worst suspicions; Mary’s cocks had joined in. Not only them, but Zoey’s second cock was inside her too, razing her once tight form and reforming it into nothing but a loose cocksleeve. All that came to her in just the first few seconds of awareness, the next instant and she nearly lost it again. Zoey made good on her word, fucking her fast and hard.

“Come on, passing out when I’m being gentle? Fucking disappointment.”

Gentle? This was gentle for her? Gretchen briefly wondered what she could do, however she crushed it under fear of what that would entail. If any of them went much harder on her, she’d never recover. As it was, she couldn’t feel anything from the pelvis own, except for the everlasting pressure and ecstasy frying her every nerve. Constant drips filled the silence between everyone else’s moans, though she had no idea whose juices they were.

Ashley no longer moved her head. Instead, Gretchen slid to and fro as Zoey pounded her, cocks so enormous it didn’t matter how lubed they were, pulling her like a sock puppet, before crushing her against Ashley’s breast. Just one more thrust and she lost it again.

This time, when she came back, it was to a change of position. She was perched atop Zoey, whose cocks rose high above her head, while Dakota’s also massive cocks thrust down her gullet. How could it be any worse? Simple. Ashley ground her myriad of members into the thrusting bulges, spilling what seemed like gallons of pre-cum the whole time, while Mary’s tentacles wreathed her limbs and curves. A pair of tips pushed against her nipples, their urethras opening just enough to swallow the nubs.

“God, what a fucking waste,” Mary said.

“Yeah, no shit,” Ashley moaned, “Imagine if we could put someone else’s brain in that body. Maybe these curves could do some good.”

“I like it as is,” Zoey said, “I like knowing I’m tearing Gretchen fucking Blake’s cunt and ass open.”

“True,” Dakota agreed, slamming the blonde’s face into her crotch, smearing it in tears.

The tentacled-futa came up beside her tanned lover and whispered in her ear. Gretchen retched hard as foot after foot of double-cock extracted itself from her gullet, hacking up thick globs of phlegm laced with pre. She tried sucking in a breath, only for it to be cut short when Mary tugged her down by the hair, shoving her reddened face against the bitch’s pussy.

“Hmm, yeah, you’re right. Knowing it’s this waste of space inhaling my cunt, ooh, nothing quite like it,” Mary said.

Gretchen was just a rag-doll to the four of them. Every few minutes, they’d switch positions, though she didn’t sometimes as they knocked her unconscious over and over. It was either agony or ecstasy that roused her consciousness. The next one was agony as Zoey shoved every square foot of a cock past her lips, stretching her neck like a snake. Ashley was pounding her ass, while Dakota double stuffed her loose cunt.

Whenever she thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. Those monstrous meat sticks were actually a relief after Zoey destroyed her, just that thought alone was enough to make her gag on more than the putrid horse dick powering its way down her gob. Even now, she tasted her own juices all over it, the tartness bringing its own heavy salty flavour to the forefront. Yet tasting it only got her wetter for the others to fuck her faster.

Then she saw Mary stepping forward, tentacles coiled around one another. They were already fat in their own right, though not much compared to the others, yet as more spiralled together and into a grotesque drill, fattening every second that she stared. Mary patted the monstrosity after all twelve members were entwined.

“What do you think, Zoey? Thicker than yours, I bet.”

“Hmm, let’s see,” the horse said and, rather than extract herself slowly, she borderline sprinted away from Gretchen, who all but vomited the several feet of cock. She gasped and hacked up viscous globs of pre-cum, its viscosity coating her throat and mouth. The pair of freaks stood side by side, though Zoey crouched down so their groins were level, and put their genitals beside each other.

“Don’t you dare put that thing inside me!” Gretchen gargled, ignoring the copious slime spilling from her lips. It was too late when she realised her mistake. Everyone grinned at her, eager to put the combined goliath inside her cunt. Even compared to Zoey, it was… did enormous even cover something of that magnitude?

Easily twice as long and half-again as thick, Mary’s entwined monster promised one thing; total ruination. At least the others would pull out. Right?

“Think we’re running out of time with her,” Dakota said, implication heavy in her tone.

“Yeah, don’t want to the miss the orgy. Carmen said a new girl’s got some kinky thoughts. In that case,” Ashley stepped to the side, pulling Gretchen’s anus even wider, “Time for a big finish.”

All four stood behind her. Gretchen’s arms were held back in Zoey’s immovable grip, back forced to arch, skin stretching unnervingly tight around the members within, though it’d be tiny by comparison in just a moment.

“Don’t do it. You’ll ruin me. I’ll be paralysed.”

“No you won’t,” the horse crowed, slamming her members down between her ass cheeks, “Not that it’d matter if you did.”

“It’d serve you right, honestly,” Mary said as she stood over Dakota, who remained on the ground. Someone’s hands reached into her cunt and wrenched it open, a pair of glans pressed into the void created, “But enough of that, let’s finish this with a bang.”

Gretchen almost wished she’d paid attention in classes. Maybe then she’d know the words to describe Zoey fucking her ass with two dicks alongside Ashley’s, while Mary snaked her disgustingly huge combination in her cunt. It only got bigger as more entered her, yet it never seemed to end. As did Zoey’s. It hurt, of course it did, every cell in her body flared hotter until she was reduced to tears. Despite all that, she squirted every time another of Mary’s cock heads pushed her folds open.

Just that morning, Gretchen had been the pristine slut. Sure, she enjoyed a messy night in bed with multiple guys, but aside from that, she kept herself in top condition. Trim gut to help sell her curves, flawless makeup to cover what little blemishes she had, and all the confidence to make people notice it. Even after she’d dampened it with her little disguise, she stayed radiant.

Not anymore. Her belly had erupted into an alien mass on her frame, bulging from her waist like something from a horror movie, yet it was so clearly phallic. Every inch that stretched her flesh was wrapped so tight, the veins all throbbing out through her bronze tan. The biggest offender was Mary, whose dicks moved asynchronous from one another to push her condom-womb out, even they pushed towards the wall, several feet away, as one spire. The whole time, she wondered if the next would be her last, yet they just kept coming and she kept stretching.

“Getting a bit close here,” Zoey said, “She’s really fucking tight.”

“Well, we do have her stuffed more than a teddy bear,” Dakota said.

“What?” Mary snickered, “Great analogy, girl. Just say it like it is.”

“How’s that?”

“That she’s getting completely fucking destroyed by our huge dicks Carmen gave us,” Ashley said, each word pronounced by a thrust, cock grinding against Gretchen’s anal walls and Zoey’s dicks.

“Heard that!” The others cheered. Their comradery shone through as they synced their thrusts, pounding away at her like a piece of meat. Which she was. Ever since she succumbed to them, she was just an onahole, a sex toy for a bunch of freaks to stretch out and break like a bunch of children with a new plaything.

Once everyone hilted inside her, they abandoned any care or rhythm. The restroom became nothing but an echo chamber of the brutal, thunderous claps of their crotches against her ass, bruising the skin and straining her poor bones. Yet that didn’t factor into their minds. All they cared about was breaking her, taking her sanity and razing it to the ground, only to then bury it under a swamp of tar made from depravity.

“I’m gonna…” Gretchen choked out, but they wouldn’t let her finish as Zoey wrapped a hand around her whole neck, crushing her windpipe. It wasn’t painful, though her perception of a such a thing had warped in the last… however long they’d been fucking her, though it did cut off her air. She clutched at the huge fingers as they pounded away at her, breaking what little sense she had left.

Faint cracks underlined the constant moans and thumping of bodies. Gretchen’s cunt gushed against her will, slobbering over the malformed members devastating it. Its walls were completely crushed between the four of them, all their cocks pushing her insides to their limit. That thin sliver of membrane separating her ass and cunt may as well not be there at that point.

“Gonna cum!” Mary announced first, pushed over the edge by her many tentacles all being crammed inside.

“Me too!” Dakota howled.

“Just a, hmm… sec, need to jerk these off!” Ashley said, moaning as she jerked her dick-nipples to completion.

“Oh, that gives me an idea. Remind to ask Carmen something later on,” Mary groaned, doing her best to hold back until Ashley was ready.

“You hear that, cunt?” Zoey huffed into Gretchen’s ear, spit flying against her face, breath so humid it left droplets on her skin, “We’re all gonna cum soon. Imagine how big you’re gonna get? Carmen said my jizz makes sure you can just barely handle it, but I wonder if there’s a limit? Let’s find out.”

Gretchen hacked up a glob of leftover pre-cum into the horse’s face. It was all she could do in defiance of everything happening to her at that moment. Not that it meant anything to the futa, who just pounded harder, widening her stance to use even more power. Their moans rose louder, echoing in her brain, when it was rattling from the brutal sodomy.

“Cumming!” Dakota cried and slammed home. Her shafts tripled in girth around the base, locking them together, while the rest of her length only doubled, flaring hotter by the second before her broken womb felt the first of many jets. They were strong enough to close the final foot between her and the wall, abdominal flesh slamming into it, then pouring at the floor as gallons of tar-like jizz poured into her. The only solace was that she was on the pill.

No freak babies for her. Not yet.

The others weren’t far behind. Ashley, surprisingly, was second and made a strained shriek as all three of her fat members erupted. The nipples had no vessel for their load, instead just spraying everywhere possible and splashing off others to coat Gretchen in her semen-riddled goo. One cock had plenty of room to fill, however, flooding her guts and stomach mere seconds into her orgasm.

Unlike her womb, Gretchen’s stomach had a straight line to her throat. Zoey squeezed her neck tighter, forcing a tighter path, causing a pressurised eruption from her mouth and nose. She vomited off-white sludge all over herself, dousing the obscene bulge of her womb in the stuff filling it too. The tide waned as Ashley’s first shot did, but a second followed not even a second later.

“Zoey! Together, right?!” Mary panted.

“Blow the bitch up!” Zoey roared.

There was no end from then on. Once those two started cumming, Gretchen had no chance for a rest. Even when the hand on her throat released, she couldn’t breathe at all, puking horse-jizz so thick and chunky it reminded her of slimy stress balls. At the same time, her womb never stopped expanding either.

Every square inch between her and the wall was consumed in her belly. It flooded her entire uterus, drowning the cocks filling her, and pushed it against her tits, nestling them against her chin as she kept gushing semen. Not even thirty seconds in and her skin took up half the vertical space ahead of her, only rising the entire time. Her eyes threatened to bulge from her head as she looked every direction, yet only saw her taut flesh. Each gush of semen in her womb created a hideous bulge that melded into the rest.

The more she inflated, the greater the pressure. Her cervix bowed out, pushed down over Dakota’s knots that hooked them together, while her bladder had long since emptied. Yet, throughout it all, her fucked body kept twitching in random orgasms. Like it enjoyed getting turned into a literal cum blimp.

Like she somehow enjoyed the sensation of thick, creamy, sticky jizz pushing through her bowels and into her stomach, pushing the other clumps up her throat and out of her mouth. Don’t be ridiculous, Gretchen thought even as the umpteenth shot triggered another climax.

It just became too much after untold minutes.

When she regained consciousness, she was alone. White surrounded her on all sides, occasional beeps disturbed the stillness, and, looking down at herself, she found a teal gown clashing against her skin. Gretchen curled her lip at the sight, then it struck just where she was; the hospital.

“What happened?” She gargled, then tried moving her legs, only to find them numb.

“Oh honey!” Her mom stormed through a curtain, hugging her tight. The sudden pressure on her gut caused her to retch. She brought a hand up just in time to catch a ‘small’ glob of what could only be cum. That’s right! Those freaks fucked her up.

“We were so worried about you. Some students found you in the bathroom in a, um, messy state.”

“Why am I here?” Gretchen asked, certain she was fine aside from her legs still being asleep, but that wasn’t abnormal after a proper fucking.

“Well…”

A doctor walked in, “You had a severe pelvic fracture and stretch marks all over your abdomen like we’ve never seen.”

Stretch marks? Oh, no, no, no. She didn’t get stretch marks. Fat cows like Ashley had stretch marks, or idiots that got knocked up did. She pulled the gown up and, miraculously, didn’t explode at the side of her ruined tummy. What the fuck happened to her belly button? There was no way it should be that swollen.

“Do you remember anything? Who did this to you?”

“I…” she couldn’t tell anyone. If those freaks did this to her, with protection if Zoey was right, then what could they do if Carmen removed that? She’d literally explode the next time they got hold of her.

But what a way to go.

“No. Nothing,” Gretchen whispered and touched the marks. Oddly enough, they sent a tingle straight to her pussy, a phantom touch of what had once become of her.

She really needed to the get the book back now. Normal dicks just wouldn’t be the same.

Chapter 75 - Back On Top

This couldn’t be happening. Everyone, not most of, but literally every single person she saw entering Saint Puella that morning made her look flat. How?! She had three-fucking-thousand CCs of saline in each tit and half that in her ass. They weren’t cheap either.

And yet Susan, one of the few people that stilled feared her last week, now jiggled past with boobs larger than watermelons. The worst part was she couldn’t tell if that was because of Carmen, as no bulge gave away that cunt’s involvement, and a lot of the recent ‘growth spurts’ looked familiarly firm. For all she knew, Carmen had just thrown a charity drive to make everyone, student and teacher alike, no less than four cup sizes larger than Gretchen. Even the fucking freshmen looked at her the way she used to when passing by a C-cup.

That’s fine, she thought and skulked her way into the building. She’d just fix it with a visit to the doctor. Some blowjobs, maybe a little anal, and no more flatness. The last time she thought that was years ago, around when she met Ashley. Even when Carmen and those bitches changed to outshine her, she was still secure in that they were the freaks. Now her ‘small’ size made her the outcast.

Gretchen applied a fresh layer of lipstick and smacked her lips. Curves weren’t the only part she’d fallen behind in. Which was fine. Totally fine. She could get those fixed too. Anything was possible with sex as a currency.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘you’re soft’?” Gretchen screeched at the plastic surgeon, who just shrugged off her venomous tone.

“Sorry, Ms. Blake. You just aren’t up to my standards anymore. I don’t know what to say.”

“Then blow my titties up so they are big enough.”

“No can do. I’ve been tricked before. If you can at least get a solid deposit, then maybe I’ll consider it. Now, are you going to leave on your own, or should I call security.”

“Listen here, you fucking nerd,” Gretchen slammed her perfectly manicured nails on the desk, then clawed at the surface, “You are gonna fuck me, then you’re gonna pump me up with all the saline, callogen or whatever you’ve got!”

“Security, remove Ms. Blake, please.”

Gretchen whipped her head around as she expected big, burly guys to come barging in. To her horror and disappointment, it was a couple of women over a foot taller than her, but that wasn’t where the horror came from; they were both gigantic. She looked at her own chest in defeat, reminded of a time when she was a total loser. All the boys got taken by girls who actually grew there. Now it seemed history had repeated itself.

“Fine, I’m going. This place sucks anyway. You’re getting a one-star.”

“Oh no, a single one-star review,” the surgeon cowered.

Gretchen bit her lip as security closed in. She walked with them through the lobby, where people larger than her waited. Were they seriously gonna go even bigger? It had to be Carmen’s doing, a plan to make her feel smaller and smaller.

“So what?” Gretchen huffed to the air outside the clinic, pacing back and forth in her high heels, “I can make that much money, no problem. There’s gotta be plenty of losers willing to pay out the ass for this.”

Prostitution wasn’t her idea of a dream job. It got close though. Get paid to fuck sounded pretty good for a certified slut like herself, however she didn’t want that lifestyle. Better to find some rich smarmy dick to suck once a week to pay the bills, and fuck others on the side. Unfortunately, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Why isn’t this working?!” Gretchen fumed on a street corner, dressed as provocatively as possible, to the point where her nipples were visible through her barely there mini-dress, designed to be hiked up for quickies. She knew this corner of the city was bustling with night life, plenty of guys should’ve been lining up for a turn with the hot, bimbo teen.Yet it was dead silent.

“Hey!” Gretchen shouted at some no-name man across the street. She jay-walked over to him and pressed her tits together, “Wanna go have some fun? It’s cheap.”

“No thanks. You’re not my type.”

“Not your type?” Gretchen scoffed, “I’m a fit, eighteen-year-old slut gagging for cock and a bit of cash, and I’m not your type?”

“Maybe if you were a bit bigger,” he shrugged and continued on his way, not even glancing back. This couldn’t be happening.

Girls didn’t fear her anymore. That, she could live with, but for every guy, even an Average Joe prick, to think she wasn’t big enough… Drastic measures had to be taken.

“Where’s the fucking money?!” Gretchen smashed her laptop keyboard, her recent Only Fans page set up with all sorts of demeaning content, yet no one had subscribed to it. A recommendation popped, taking her to another page, “No fucking way.” It was Susan doing a live stream, tits even bigger, bouncing like a pair of beach balls as she rode a horse-cock dildo. Thousands of donations poured in every second.

“Thanks guys, that’s another goal reached. Doctor! Fill me up!”

In the background, Gretchen saw her old plastic surgeon enter the frame with a fat syringe. He injected half into the right and left respectively, pushing Susan up another couple sizes. If this kept up, she’d be as big as Carmen. She did the only sensible thing in that situation and tossed her laptop out the window.

The next day, just one week since the ‘bathroom incident’, saw her at the absolute lowest. Gretchen forewent any of her usual beauty routines, not that her mom even noticed, and just threw on whatever clothes fit. Her hair was frazzled from the lack of conditioner, small, infrequent spots dotted her face, and her lips lacked the usual vibrant smutty red shade. She wouldn’t have even shown up if it weren’t for the final option available to her.

Carmen wasn’t hard to find. Aside from Zoey and a few others, she towered over the student populace, breasts so huge people walked into them and she didn’t even bat an eye. A ridiculously huge halter top barely girded them, stretched to its limit. Likewise, a pair of high waisted jeans didn’t even crest her giant ass, the zipper forced all the way down just to get it partway up her hips, all while bulging with enough cock and balls to double the entire male population’s size. Gretchen steeled herself and sauntered over.

“You! Me! We need to talk.”

“Sure,” Carmen said and patted Rachel’s head as she walked away, only to stop and look back when Gretchen didn’t follow, “Well?”

She hated to admit it, but just the fact she looked back at her pleased Gretchen. Attention was her food, she thrived off it, yet people only spared a glance her way to belittle her size. Focus, she told herself and rushed to try taking the lead. It was futile as Carmen’s strides outdid several of hers. This would be easy, she just had to act all depressed and sorry for being right, then Carmen would do something about making things fair. Hopefully by giving her enough T&A to warrant a hallway all to herself.

They went into an unused classroom. It was still morning, the sun cresting at just the right angle to strike Carmen, who sat the endless expanse of her plush booty on the teacher’s desk, then let her legs spread open. A thread tore as she did so. Those pants wouldn’t last the day, but given what Gretchen knew of the futa, just surviving past lunch would be a miracle.

“So, what do you want?” Carmen asked, leaning forward and propping her head up on one hand.

Gretchen gulped, suddenly at a loss for words. The way Zoey and the rest had utterly destroyed her body, and almost her mind, flashed through her thoughts. How much could Carmen do to her?

She snapped back to reality when the futa smiled, like she was watching the fantasy play out.

“I want to be the biggest again,” Gretchen said, softer than she thought was possible.

“I see,” Carmen just stared at her, smiling like some fucked-up goddess upon a mortal praying to her, “And why is that?”

“Because… I can’t get laid anymore. I know you have something to do with everyone suddenly having more tit than me.”

“No shit. But can you blame me? Bigger is better, especially when it comes to curves. And penises of course.”

Gretchen couldn’t help but look down again, but Carmen’s bulge was completely obscured by her beanbag tits. Even so, she could clearly envision the gross monsters pounding her cunt until it was a permanently gaped cavern.

“In that case, why not make me huge too?” Gretchen asked, then froze at the flash of teeth. Not because it was threatening, but the fact Carmen seemed genuinely pleased by the question. And that she was wondering how such flawless teeth would feel when they bit into her nipple.

“You make a good point. Okay. I’ll do it.”

“W-what? Like that? You don’t want anything from me?”

“No. I don’t care about you, Gretchen. Truth be told, I’d almost forgotten you existed.”

“Then why help?”

“Who knows? Maybe because I’m not a morally bankrupt waste of oxygen?” Carmen posited with a bubbly tone, then stood up, towering over Gretchen, “Now get going. You should be pretty happy in a few minutes.”

Gretchen vibrated with anxiety for the new ten minutes. She sat in a class of girls so much bigger than her, not paying attention, but instead mulling over the fucking moronic thing she’d done. She literally invited Carmen to do whatever she wanted to her body. Oh fuck, now she’d grow a dick too! It’d probably feel good, and she wasn’t not curious about how jerking off felt, but no guy would want her with such a thing. That wasn’t the worst of it. Carmen could give her six arms and two heads and a bunch of warts or something.

Her fears remained even as the flash of heat seared her nerves. She kept her mouth shut and gripped the desk for dear life, legs trembling as her pussy spasmed. Should’ve worn panties, she thought as her sweatpants became soaked in seconds, the dampness only spreading further and further as she spontaneously came. The heat spread into her abdomen for a second, then it split between her chest and hips. A moment later and her clothes tightened around the growing curves.

Gretchen clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the moans, but it was impossible. It wasn’t intense like when she got stretched into a human cock-sock, however the sensations were everywhere. Just feeling her hair brush against her cheek was like a hundred volts straight to her clit. Any self-control she had dwindled until a hand dove into her increasingly tight pants to finger her sopping wet cunt.

Her shirt became nothing more than a piece of cloth draped over her tits as they swelled across her torso. They already filled her lap, though she was bent in half to try pretending no one could see her fingering herself, and just kept growing. She bit into her bottom lip, only realising her mistake too late as she came. The sounds of snapping threads masked her guttural moans.

Then it was over. Gretchen slumped in the uncomfortable wooden chair, blazing hot forehead against the cool desk, while she waited for her sensitivity to return to normal. It didn’t take long. She felt at her face, looking for horrid warts, but found nothing. In fact, the acne was gone. Carmen didn’t make her into some toad-faced freak. She deserved a thank you, even if it was just pounding Gretchen into the dirt and inflating her so she left a giant crater with a dimple at the centre where her belly button was.

Fuck that. She was finally gonna get properly laid again. No more freaks or losers.

True to herself, Gretchen put her new body to work by finding some college guy and flirting her way into his bed. Her body was flawless. Even the fact her boobs almost doubled the size of her head, clapping against her belly and each other as she bounced atop the random guy - Brett? Dave? Whatever - and savoured her first real cock in weeks. His hands went to her ass, pulling her down harder.

Of course, it didn’t take long for him to bust a nut. Gretchen pouted, still a ways off from her own climax, but it was just nice to be back where she belonged. She got up, happy to leave the dude to bask in his afterglow. While he did that, she needed to get ready for the next morsel. Plenty of other guys were eyeing her thick ass on the way to this room. She could easily walk next door in the nude, cum dripping down her thighs, and they’d be drooling. From the face and dick.

Perhaps the greatest gift Carmen gave her was the lack of a penis. She wasn’t sure why, however Gretchen learned long ago not to look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever that was supposed to mean. Some crazy English guy probably made it up.

She smacked her lips together after reapplying her lip gloss. Her favourite brand because it liked to smear easily when she sucked a fat dick, marking just how deep she took them, usually to the base. It was like her mark to prove someone had already taken her for a ride. A sign for her to look for other, potentially better lays. Licking along the cherry-flavoured lip, she smirked.

“First I get fucked real good, then I get that stupid book back,” she said to her reflection, confidence oozing from her face. Until a sharp cramp forced her back, hands flying to her gut. Oh no… just her luck, she gets laid and her period starts up. No, it couldn’t. She had it two weeks ago. Then what… “OW! Fuck!”

“You okay in there?” The guy asked through the door. For a frat bro, he at least had the sense not to walk in on a woman.

“Just. Fine.” Gretchen grunted, holding back another shout at the next cramp. What the fuck was happening? She folded over and looked down at her stomach, hoping for some easily identifiable sign that it was nothing serious. Once she set eyes on it, her jaw fell, as did a final drop of semen between her legs.

Her flat belly was gone. Replaced by a rounded semi-sphere that kept bloating before her gaze. She looked away, hopeful that it would stop without her attention, yet it just grew. Minutes into the horrific experience, the weight finally became too much and she bowed her legs, like… like some ugly pregnant bitch.

“...no…” she whispered, then preened as a final spurt forced her belly button to explode from its hiding place. Panting, sweat dripping down her face and onto the hideous belly, Gretchen struggled not to topple over and die.

“I’m coming in.”

“Wait, wait… Um…” Too late. Whatever his name was stood in the door, looking at her. How did she explain this? They fucked, he knocked her up with a nine month baby in a matter of minutes, and now she was going to be stuck as a single teen mother chasing some bankrupt college guy for support, “I can explain.”

“You’re getting close, huh?” He said and came over to rub at her belly. She gasped and stepped away, startled by the oddly pleasant sensation, “Should I call your doctor?”

“No. No, I’m fine. Just, uh, you did a number on me, ya know?”

“Still got it,” he chuckled, “Want me to rub some lotion on it for you?”

What a fucking weirdo, she thought as his dick hardened. Whatever, so long as he kept rubbing her tight belly, he could get off however he wanted. She’d confront Carmen in the morning. For now, she was horny and a very willing dick was right there.

The morning after was hell. Her whole body seemed to weigh a ton as she tried standing up, forced to bow her legs and walk in a waddle, like some fat ass penguin as she rushed to pee.

“Stop kicking me, you asshole,” Gretchen snarled at the baby. It didn’t like that, choosing to treat her bladder like a punching bag. Fortunately, she made it to the toilet just in time, sighing in relief as her ass took the weight instead of her feet. She’d been on her feet for less an hour total since it happened, yet already she feared for her ankles. Just getting to the school would be a nightmare, but she had to know just what Carmen had done to her.

None of her clothes fit right anymore. Gretchen did the best she could, however the once tastefully revealing shirt had become nothing more than a bra around her tits, and an ineffective umbrella for her belly. There were some positives about her abrupt fecundity, that being the hormones surging through her veins and adding a glow to her golden skin. At least she looked like a hot mom-to-be.

“You!” Gretchen shrieked once Carmen was in view. The futa smiled at her, then strode through throngs of admirers to leer down at the pregnant slut.

“Enjoying the curves?”

“What did you do?” Gretchen hissed, blood boiling from all the stares.

“Well, I wanted to experiment with the Futa Note a little. Turns out, people won’t turn into futanari if I add clauses. Like Susan, she won’t grow a ten-foot penis, so long as she gets filled once a week. As for you, it’s very simple,” Carmen squatted down, pants straining around her hips, and cupped Gretchen’s heavy gut, “Get knocked up everyday. Every time you fuck up, your clit will grow and grow, until it becomes a fat, pulsating dick that you could never satisfy.”

“But… I’m already pregnant. I can’t do it to… today… ooh, shit…”

“Don’t worry,” Carmen rose back to her feet and called for the school nurse, a ridiculously curvy futa on par with anyone in the futa’s inner circle, “I took care of that. Enjoy.”

“Wait! Ooooooohhhh ffffuuuuck…” Gretchen took one step after her, then froze in the most extreme climax of her life. Carmen took one last look back at her, that smile still on her gorgeous lips, eyes glowing in glee as the self-proclaimed slut fell to the ground as another contraction made her cum again. Harder than before.

And they only got stronger.

Chapter 77

No one could understand the torment Carmen went through as she stomped through the store. Her body weighed a ton, but that was just part of the problem as her breasts bounced, swaying into racks of clothes, while her balls jostled about in their taut pouch. Rivulets of cum and milk streamed down the vastness of her chest, nipples still gaped from where Rachel and Stacy penetrated them. She eventually found the sales counter, with a plain clerk alone in attendance.

“Name…” Carmen moaned and trod on with tunnel vision toward the lone girl. Perhaps because of that single-minded focus, she caught the name tag well before she was spotted. Sally Smith. The name engraved itself in her mind, at least until she finished using it. After that, she’d likely have no further use for the name.

Just standing would warrant undesired attention. Of course, her body would do that anyway, however she didn’t want to be accosted by mall security before finishing. Ducking into a corner, Carmen flipped to a random page of the book, then brought the pencil tip down. She didn’t spare a glance for Miss Sally Smith.

Whatever that girl’s desires were, they could wait. Carmen already had a clear image in mind for who she wanted to fuck. She returned to the changing room, where her lovers were still lost in their own bliss, and left the book with them. For a moment, she considered just taking them, but that wouldn’t sate her cravings. She wanted to change someone, give them pleasures only she could, see their faces twist with inhuman ecstasy as their bodies were perfected.

That was exactly her view as she strode to the counter, faster than before. Her naked frame was in full view of every other customer, yet they paid her no attention. Far as any of them were concerned, she didn’t exist until after she was satisfied with Sally. She paused at the sales desk, watching the girl pant with the sudden influx of pleasure, all while ringing up a purchase.

Neither she, nor the customer made mention of Sally’s form-fitted shirt buffing out at the top and bottom. One set of breasts was much too plain. All the popular crowds had two sets now, all thanks to Carmen, though a single pair could suffice, assuming they were on par with her.

Black fabric stretched taut around a whorish bust. They were only DD cups, just a couple sizes larger than before, however the strain on Sally’s bra was obvious. She rolled her shoulders, lips curving in uncertainty, caught between discomfort and pleasure. The top set slowed in their growth, pushing against the undergarment, but unable to progress much. Her new, lower pair, meanwhile, continued to bloat up into lush titties anyone would be proud to have. And kept growing.

Carmen sauntered closer, unseen thanks to the Futa Note. Tempting as it was to repeat the strip club fiasco in the store, she had a modicum of self-control remaining. Besides, she thought as she slid her hands under Sally’s top to grope her head-sized, and swelling, breasts; it’d be dull if she changed everyone. Little by little, she’d liberate them of foolish sensibilities.

She grinned as Sally’s skirt pushed back against her waiting cocks. Inch after inch stressed the fabric, until it just couldn’t hold on any longer, tearing down the side as a pair of mouth-watering hips made her waist seem non-existent. Like the rest of her, though, they just kept expanding. Carmen squatted down and hooked her member between Sally’s thighs, the plush forms hugging her tight. The girl’s stance widened in response, yet she didn’t say a word even as three inhuman dicks blocked her view.

All she did was lean around them to better serve the customers, despite the building pleasure and arousal. Carmen stood up, groaning as her members took the girl’s full weight and raised her more than two feet higher. Still no reaction. The teen giggled as she got a good look at her chosen cock-sock.

Sally was plain before, though not in a bad way. Shoulder-length chestnut hair with a few highlights, freckles splashed over her nose and cheeks, and deep green eyes, hooded from the swelling desire. Especially as her pussy swelled and pressed into Carmen’s throbbing shafts. The much taller futa rolled her hips in a slow rhythm, grinding her veins along Sally’s dripping snatch.

“H-here’s your change,” Sally said, voice husky as she panted, short of breath from the tightness of her bra. She finally got fed up of it and reached back to undo the hooks, only to find her much larger bust straining it beyond her strength. The upper pair had continued trying, squeezing their way out of whatever way they could, squishing over and under and to the sides. Another customer approached and required her attention.

“How can I help?” She asked, then moaned as the beginnings of her masculinities appeared.

Carmen reached down and under the skirt to feel. Two distinct shapes met her fingers, hardening in response, while a third form expanded down below. At the same time, Sally’s shirt couldn’t handle it much more and tore down the front, her lower melons flopping into the open. They squished against the triple-cocked futa’s shafts as she leaned over to grab the customer’s items for scanning. Carmen, always happy to assist, handed the goods to her.

It was the least she could do as she lifted the new futa up high, flexed her crotch to bring all three cocks upright, then sat her upon them. The middle member, an obscene, black pillar riddled in veins and long, semi-rigid nubs with a head that flared wider than the average woman’s torso, mashed against Sally’s fattened vulva. To Carmen’s surprise, her target had a piercing in each fold that added more sensations to the moment.

“Card or CASH?!” Sally yelped, though it didn’t perturb anyone but Carmen, who pushed on her shoulders they overcame the impossible size difference. A cock larger than Sally was tall, and far wider than her shoulders, punched into plump cunt.

She didn’t answer the customer for several seconds, convulsing as her cervix was pounded into oblivion.

“Th-ANK! You… ooooh,” Sally moaned and waved goodbye, even as her pussy gushed half a litre of fem-cum. Her groin no longer resembled itself anymore, completely subsumed by Carmen’s sheer size bulging through. Every detail was on display. That is, if anyone else could see it.

The other two cocks rose up on either side of Sally. Carmen guided her hands to them, setting the girl into a jerking motion, which she maintained on instinct. Though just blips against her sheer sizes, Carmen moaned her approval and pushed her new toy down further. Her bulge lifted, the lower breasts and pushed them against the original, basketball sized pair. Grunting, Carmen jabbed forward and up, separating the breasts, which landed back against the bulge with firm smacks. They also sloshed much to her glee.

Her bulge rose several inches over the petite futa’s head with more on the way. Sally kept stroking the other members, gripping tight as possible as her snatch wrung the main cock for all it was worth, yet only received pre-cum. It was enough, however, to create a swollen pouch at the base, alongside a set of very obvious bumps on either side of her cock. Carmen grabbed a massive handful of tit, the other hand ducking low to feel up the small, but growing, protrusions.

“Hello, Ma’am!” Sally said, voice hitting on every other syllable as Carmen set to pumping her. Just slow sawing motions at first, feeding a little more dick in with each one, while she massaged the greatest idea she’d had in days. Each bump, no larger than a golf ball, numbered more than a dozen on either side. As she thrust in, they throbbed against her hand.

“Enjoying the ovaries?” Carmen asked, knowing she wouldn’t get a response.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She stopped in surprise, then resumed as it was clear Sally was answering the customer, “We have a number of bikinis that’d suit you. They should be straight down the aisle, then two lefts. You can’t miss them.”

“Thank you. By the way, I love your perfume. Smells sexy.”

“But I’m…” The next words didn’t make out as Carmen slammed her down, finally at the hilt. Every inch of Sally’s cunt clamped down hard, rearranging itself to match her shape, not that it needed any help with that. Any of her dicks were huge enough to remodel the clerk’s hole in its image.

That didn’t stop it from trying to close as she sawed back. The many spines that lined her fat dick hooked into the surrounding flesh, requiring more force, which only made the clerk squirt that much harder. Carmen came to a firm stop as her flared glans caught on Sally’s cervix, the smaller futa raised overhead, despite her incredible strength. It was just that tight.

She didn’t dwell on it and dropped the transforming clerk. Once again, the shelf-like ridge of her mammoth dick smacked into the bottom of Sally’s tits, hefting them high, before they fell again and enunciated their groins meeting with a wet clap. At the same time, the areolae bulged out, and the nipples plumped up. Carmen grabbed onto the top pair and squeezed as she reared back for another thrust.

Milk exploded all over the place. A woman paying for her clothes was doused, unthinkingly licking up the rich lactate with a confused moan, not fussed that all her purchases were soaked. She thanked Sally, who just babbled and moaned in response, still jerking off the cocks to the side. How she scanned the clothes eluded Carmen. Not that she cared as she built her tempo.

As fun as it was to take it slow and savour someone’s changing body, she wanted to cum. To make this person swell up like a cum balloon and discover  a world of ecstasy. The kind only Carmen could show.

She lowered the clerk so she hovered over the counter. Carmen’s dick bulged well over a foot beyond Sally’s head, then sank back in as the Amazonian futa stepped away until her flare got caught again, then bent her other members and aimed at the tight folds. Sally’s piercings glistered in the light, dripping in fem-cum, their folds stretched to the limit. It didn’t seem possible to add a finger, let along two more cocks the size of her thighs.

Though Carmen had long since transgressed all reason. Dicks angled, she pushed against Sally, who gasped and panted, wordlessly pleading for the fucking of a lifetime. Fortunately for her, it only took a moment for the other heads to condense and squeeze their way inside. At just the right moment too, as Sally’s sides finished widening into certified breeder hips, pelvis opening just enough to accept the trio. Two thumps marked her completed transformation, with twin horse-dongs twitching over a respectable sack of four melon-sized testes.

Completely dwarfed by Carmen’s encroaching sextuplets. No less than double each of Sally’s cum tanks. The titanic futa groaned as their sacks met, both far darker than the rest of their skin - with Carmen’s blacker than her hair. She leaned over, wrapping her hands around as much of the clerk’s quad-breasts as possible, and breathed into her ear.

“How does it feel? You’ve no idea what’s going on. You’re just cumming and growing, and still serving customers. Look at her, she’s covered in your pre and milk and she’s just blabbering on.”

Sally whimpered as her dicks lurched and smacked against the bulge. It was the perfect signal to fuck her properly. Everything until then was just to enjoy the growth, but now she wanted to take her and make nothing compare. She already had a lead on that goal, with her three horse-like cocks stretching her gut out in different directions. All it’d take was… nothing. Carmen could remain there and let her mere presence mould Sally into the perfect cocksleeve.

But where was the fun in that?

Carmen switched her grips to the clerk’s shoulders, pushing her down. Milk squirted from her crushed boobs, splattering some nearby purchases, though that was far from Sally’s mind even as she tried scanning and handing them back. All the while, Carmen pulled back.

Her side cocks stacked underneath the main one in a triangle of raw, stretching power. That allowed the fat spines along the middle dick to tug on Sally’s insides every inch of the way, not that the far bigger futa savoured the sensations as she pulled until the shorter cocks were lodged against the cervix. The bulges deflated until they only stretched out her abdomen and pushed against her tits. Until Carmen rammed back in an instant later.

Fast. Brutal. Cunt wrecking. All accurate for her treatment of Sally’s pussy as three cocks stretched her womb over her head, separate flares all wrapped tight in her flesh, veins and medial rings highly defined. Yet Carmen’s movements were fluid, like the most graceful dancer, despite her swift, bone-cracking force. And she just sped up.

Sally had no interaction anymore. People came and served themselves, heedless of the milky waterfall pouring over the counter, or the dual cocks spurting a few feet ahead. Behind, her lush cunt put them all to shame as it hosed down Carmen’s lower-body. So stretched out, it forced the fat clit from its hood, which glided along the shafts as they pulled back, then jerked up to stab into Sally’s balls when thrusting in. It all worked in tandem to fuck her brains into mush.

It didn’t take long for Sally to cum for the first time with her new dicks. Just in time for a young woman, college aged, to step into the line of fire. Chunky ropes of jizz streaked over her face, clumped her hair, and her glazed her cleavage as she approached. She talked to Sally, who just moaned and screamed in bliss throughout the constant, viscous smacking of Carmen’s thrusts. The futa got an idea.

Not slowing at all, she reached over and grabbed the customer. No reaction. Carmen pulled her up and to nipple, leaking milk and cum thanks to her lovers, then forced her against it. Maybe she didn’t know what was happening, however the effect of her musk was the same. The stranger opened wide and adhered to the teat, gulping like a champion whore.

Another girl, similar age, approached. Carmen grabbed her too, moaning deep as they engorged themselves on her tits. With nipples like hers, gushing their bounty, the pair were forced to deepthroat them, bobbing to and fro like pornstars, even if they had no idea just what they were doing. Looking at them, it looked like they were trying to talk, as if this was just another day. She needed more.

Perhaps on cue, Rachel appeared around the corner. She was hard as stone, face bereft of any emotion beyond pure want. Shuffling over at top speed, she was soon behind Carmen, cognition briefly returning. Just enough to organise her cocks, one on top of the other, before spearing the much taller futa’s ass and pussy on them.

“Fuck yes!” Carmen groaned and sped up further, until her hips were a blur as she bounced between Rachel’s crotch and Sally’s ass. A splash of freckles constantly jiggled, slowly fading in a sea of red as her hide burned from the raw force behind each thrust.

“Take it you little bitch,” she grunted, three cocks jerking hard and high enough to lift Sally half a foot off the counter, “Nothing but my cum dump. You wanna be that, right? Just a receptacle for my semen. A walking womb for me to knock up as I please. You’re nothing better than a sex toy!”

Sally was beyond help at that point. Her head flopped about, mouth hanging open and tongue flapping about, a puddle of drool under her cheek from the rare moments she could rest it. Her tits churned from the pounding, nipples scraping along the surface and gushing milk. Punctuating each clap of flesh were her cocks, each shooting off into the store.

The strength of her shots levelled out several feet away. A pool of the stuff had gathered and slowly spread through the store, like a creeping monster from an old movie. People walked through it without so much as a blink. Even the woman that slipped onto her face just muttered a curse, despite leaving with a thick, juicy coating of girl-semen. Sally only reacted when a thrust of pure coincidence had Carmen’s side cocks shove against her fallopian tubes.

Nothing should be able to penetrate those, save for the most incredible medical tools. Carmen, however, wouldn’t be denied. She didn’t know at that instant why her thrust was cut short, or why her cocks curved uncomfortably tight. All she understood was her body’s need to keep fucking. Teeth bared in feral lust, she pushed.

Veins erupted up and down Sally’s throat as an inaudible shriek left her gaping maw. Her eyes rolled too, vanishing from view little by little as Carmen entered her forbidden tubes, forcing them to stretch unfathomably wide. Under the Futa Note’s power, she was treated to a bliss unknown to any mortal.

Carmen stumbled when she finally hilted once more. Two very familiar ridges extended out the sides of Sally’s rounded gut, heavy and sloshing with pre-cum, alongside a series of small orbs. They weren’t the reason for her pause, that honour belonged to the raw tightness that surrounded her members. Each mighty throb distorted the tubes, but they bounced back just as fast. Like a pair of elastic cocksleeves.

She pulled back, dicks following the curve, then jabbed back in. Sally threw her head back, howling at the ceiling as her cunt sprayed with enough force to push Carmen back a couple inches, but Rachel was there to keep her going forward. The bulges came out higher than before, having entered a separate ovary. It was that overdrawn realisation that brought Carmen to the brink.

Once more, her hips became a blur as she fucked Sally. Not just her cunt or womb, but her egg chambers too. Carmen glanced back at Rachel’s slack-jawed face, adorable in its obscenity, then between the multiple, gigantic tits at her plump belly. Maybe she was due for an insane breeding?

Carmen shook her head. No, she was content to let Rachel carry her children as she was. She didn’t need to be a breathing baby factory. Sally, on the other hand, was designed exclusively for that purpose. Her belly was pitiful next to its potential, needing Carmen’s orgasm to truly realise it. Then she’d know true bliss.

“I’m in your ovaries, bitch,” Carmen said, hands roaming all over her and Sally’s bodies, taking pleasure everywhere possible, “I own them now. All your eggs, the thousands and thousands of them, they belong to my seed. You’ll never be done giving birth to my young. A literal baby factory!”

“YES!” Sally cried and creamed herself, juices churned to a gooey paste that clung to Carmen’s lengths and pulled her back in harder on the next thrust.

It didn’t take much longer for the futa to reach her own, glorious peak. While she didn’t cum nearly as often as her lovers did when she fucked them, she had climaxes on a whole other level. It stemmed from a combination of things. Her fucked up, semi-human physiology, the trio of thigh-thick cocks, her six balls all clenching so hard they smacked against her taint… yet they weren’t anything her partners didn’t share.

It simply came down to what the Futa Note did to her. The freedom from human fears and inhibitions. To a lesser extent, her new ecstasy was Gretchen’s fault. If not for her pushing Carmen to the brink of giving in, so close to losing herself as that whore’s slave, then the book would never have stepped in. The reasons why still boggled her.

Both the book and Ryuka claimed she had untapped potential. Yet she doubted her actions were any different to someone infected by sex goddess magic. She could’ve handed the note over to Mary or Zoey and they would do much the same. Or she thought they would.

Regardless, she’d learned one simple thing from the Futa Note; not to dwell on things. She had power, so she would use it, whether for her own good or someone else’s depended on the moment. In that instant, she wanted to cum so hard that Sally never walked again, inflated to the size of a whale. And with hordes of her babies.

“I’m cumming!” Carmen roared and willed her cocks to split. The already air-tight tubes became suffocating as the side members separated into two, their numbers more than compensating for the loss in mass. Her scrotum thumped against the counter as four more, fat cum tanks bloomed into existence, ready to shoot their load. With a final, pelvis cracking thrust, Carmen unleashed every drop.

Rachel hugged her from behind as similar bliss struck her. Lesser semen flooded the Amazonian futa’s womb, rounding it into a fecund sphere that soon drooped under its weight, pushing Sally firmer against the ruined counter top. The girls on Carmen’s nipples were inundated with milky-cum too, their own bellies blowing up even as they shuddered in climax. Yet not even their combined swelling even grazed the majesty that was Carmen’s orgasm.

With just one mighty spurt, Sally’s round gut matched even the most pregnant woman on earth. The already disfigured layer flesh stretched around Carmen’s centre, monster dick, lurched out several feet, more than a match for the clerk’s unfettered releases, then beyond. It pooled in her womb, gathering at the cervix to make sure nothing escaped. Yet only a fraction actually inflated her womb and gangbanged her many eggs already there.

Four fifths of her output went straight into Sally’s many, many ovaries. Carmen hadn’t given any thought to her entry, only wanting to release her lusts, which resulted in uncountable egg chambers. All of which craved her seed and received it in droves.

Eight different testicles roiled and pushed their loads up through four shafts. Their undersides doubled in girth, straining the fallopian tubes to their absolute limits, while the flares locked inside as gallons of cum rushed out over the next thirty seconds. At rate of inches per second, Sally inflated down, forward and outwards as her cervix clamped down. No drops had any chance of escaping.

Several distinct orbs warred for space as they bloated. The lock of her flares wasn’t flawless as her members ejaculated fast and hard, lurching forward each time as if to seek out every individual egg and knock it up personally, allowing plenty to leak back into the tubes, only to get siphoned straight to another ovary. Even before the last drops of the shot trickled out, the second was already surging.

By the time it erupted, Sally was already the size of a small horse. Carmen’s own womb had expanded to cover the petite futa, shoving her head down into her belly and stifling the constant moans, as Rachel continued gushing into her holes. The taste of cum reached her tongue right before a flood of white spewed from her mouth and onto her voluptuous self, plenty splashing on the girls too. She grabbed the one of the right and kissed her. Or rather, she mashed their faces together so the next eruption went straight down her throat.

Carmen switched to the other girl before the next shot. Each went back to her nipples while waiting their turn, rising higher as they moved from the creaking counter, and onto Sally’s stomach, now double its former size as Carmen’s orgasm reached its stride. Minute long spurts gradually forced the clerk deeper into the store.

Racks were knocked down. People stepped around the expanding mass of cum-stuffed womb, except those that weren’t paying attention and walked into it, sending long, languid waves through the expanse. Those waves rolled around Carmen’s member, swimming in its own cum that milked it for more.

“Bigger… bigger… get fucking huge you breeder-bitch!” Carmen snarled in the midst of her ecstasy, taking one of the girls and feeding more of the excess cum overflowing her belly. Rachel hadn’t slowed in the slightest, pumping her much taller lover’s abdomen broader and broader.

Yet for every drop she delivered, Carmen unleashed a small flood into her chosen cumdump. Before long, Sally took up the majority of the once spacious store, dozens of racks crushed beneath her enormity. Despite its mass, Carmen’s cock remained obvious, jerking against her cut and trapping Sally’s head between them. Every burst of cum seemed to try leaping from the clerk’s body, yet it was inevitably absorbed into the collective.

All the while, her ovaries expanded to the side. The cash register had been pushed to the floor, drowned in a mix of everyone’s juices, and the rest in line followed the same fate in short order. Carmen smacked the obscene shapes, making them wobble, cum sloshing within them, churned by the addition of more to the impregnating slurry. And within those viscous pools were helpless eggs getting inseminated time and again.

She could stop there and Sally’s fate was sealed. There’d be no end to her motherhood, giving birth for the rest of her days, without rest, without concern, just stuck in perpetual bliss. A better life than most could pray for.

And she didn’t even need to ask. Carmen granted her this unrivalled rapture, admittedly to sate her own depravity, however it still became a perfect win-win situation. She got the release she desperately needed, and Sally got to live her best life. As a baby factory.

“That’s better,” Carmen cooed as she willed her cocks to soften. If she had the time, she could go another two… four… probably ten times, however they’d come for a specific reason; to get clothes. And Melody!

“Oh shit. Fuck. Rachel, hurry up and pick some stuff out. We gotta find, Melody.”

“Hmm? Oh… Oh! Right! Shit, um…” Rachel snapped out of her stupor and squeezed around Sally’s enormous gut, while Carmen squeezed with her abdominal muscles, ass and pussy transforming into cum hoses.

“Stacy,” Carmen groaned. Her long legs came in handy as she moved over and around the massive gut, trying her best to ignore the fact it was all cum trapped within, lest she get hard again. She could control it if that happened, though it’d just make things worse later on.

Squeezing back toward the changing rooms, she found her plump love folding up clothes and already dressed. Carmen sighed in relief, thankful that it take long to get going.

“Give me a hand would you?” Stacy asked.

“Sure.”

“We kinda went overboard, huh?”

“Just a little.”

“I never… I mean, I’ve done to my own nipples, but… yours were on a whole other level,” Stacy chuckled.

“Careful. If I get hard, you’re taking responsibility,” Carmen warned, though couldn’t resist looking her partner up and down, lingering on the obscenely erotic flare of her hips. What she’d done to Sally was nothing compared to Stacy’s body. If she didn’t want her friends and loved ones to remain mobile, she’d happily spend a week, or more, just pumping them full of cum.

“Oh dear,” Stacy mocked fretted, “Last thing I need is for you to make me grow even bigger. We’d have to do this all over again.”

“You know, I thought you’d be content with your sizes by now.”

“I don’t think there is such a thing with you around.” Stacy held a lovely lavender shirt to her breast, dozens of times larger than the coveted DD cup, and shuddered. The vibrations ran down into her rear. Even covered up in opaque cloth, there was no mistaking how round and soft and… flawless her ass was. Carmen bit her lip and focused on the task at hand.

“Anyway, how’re we gonna deal with Rachel? She looks a bit full.”

Carmen frowned and looked to the side, where Sally’s tummy stretched around the bend. Occasional ripples coursed through it as the clerk came just from being so stuffed.

“Oh, no, that’s not Rachel. She’s picking out some clothes.”

“Did one of your friends come by?”

“No. It was the cashier. I… got desperate.”

“You… you wrote her name because you were desperate?” Stacy frowned at her, the same look her mother would give.

“Well, yeah. You two were out of it and… it could’ve been worse. She’ll be living in bliss because of this.”

“That’s not!” Stacy took a deep breath, then sighed and focused on the remaining clothes, “I suppose you’re right. Nothing beats getting fucked by you after all.”

“Exactly,” Rachel said, sauntering up with bags stuffed to bursting. As was her shirt and pants that left nothing to the imagination, “Here. These should fit you.”

“Thanks. Melody shouldn’t have wandered far.”

“You lost her?”

“We lost her,” Rachel amended, “Don’t blame Carmen for this. We’re the ones that got completely fucked up fucking her nipples. By the way, those things are dynamite, babe!”

“Thanks. We can try them out some more another time,” Carmen said and pulled on what might’ve passed for a poncho, though it barely covered her nipples, and a long, elegant skirt that just about obscured a third of her shafts. Fortunately, she grabbed some undersized shirts to wrap around their exposed length.

“At some point, I’m gonna just make it so clothes are optional.”

“Go for it.”

“I don’t know, clothes are fun in their own way.”

“Yeah, but they’re such a pain. Especially when police get involved,” Carmen groaned, “But whatever. We gotta find Melody.”

Melody, meanwhile, was sat with the biggest girl she’d seen that wasn’t always with her sister. Her name was Gretchen and she turned out to be the same age as Carmen, in the same school even, although she was definitely pregnant. Very much so.

The young girl had only seen pictures of her mom when she was pregnant with her and Carmen. Gretchen made her look super small by comparison.

“Now I’m stuck waddling around like some f-ing cow!” Gretchen finished with a huff and glared at her belly. Despite its size, it was mostly obscured by her big, round chest. Her top was super tight and dug in at the sides. It looked ready to snap at any second.

“That’s why you need help,” Melody said.

“What? Are you offering?” Gretchen snickered.

“Yup.”

“What?” The blonde did a double take, causing Melody to giggle, “You’re serious?”

“Of course. My sister always said I should help others.”

“Smart girl. You said she goes to Saint Puella too?” Gretchen asked, shoving some of the lighter bags over to Melody, who helped her stand up.

“Yep. She’s the smartest in the whole city.”

“Maybe I know her. What’s her name?”

“Carmen.”

The pregnant woman stopped, “Robins?”

“That’s us,” Melody chirped and picked up the bags in her small arms, grunting from their weight, “Now come on, you need your rest.”

“Yeah…”

Melody never saw the shark grin that lit up Gretchen’s face. Or picked up on the machinations stirring within the fake blonde’s skull.

Chapter 79

“We should totally go!” Rachel said.

“I don’t know.” Carmen sipped her coffee, sighing contentedly at the much richer flavour. She was right, using Stacy’s milk after cumming in her breasts was divine.

“Come on, I have the perfect cosplay for us. Think of how many people will be dripping wet from looking at us. There’ll be so many ready and waiting for us. Plus… there’s this voice actress that’ll be there and I really want her autograph.”

“Oh, so I’m just the afterthought?” Carmen mused.

“Well, I just thought you’ve never been to one. It’d be fun. Even if there’s no sex.”

“I like the sound of that,” Stacy said, grunting as she squeezed into the booth. It wasn’t uncommon for them to gather there, the centre of attention at Stacy’s establishment where the finest coffee was served. The proprietor’s nipples sprung a leak where the table squeezed her breasts, inspiring all those watching to take a deep gulp from their cups.

“See? Stacy wants to go.”

“Alright,” Carmen sighed, but a smile teased her lips. This was Rachel’s world before they met and, while she’d glimpsed it early into their relationship, it’d be nice to see her element, “Show me what you had in mind.” Always prepared, Rachel had the image on her phone a second later. Stacy’s face paled, though that might’ve been because the blood flowed elsewhere.

“I’m a genius. I know.”

It took a while for her to acquire the outfits. Two weeks in total. Mary and the others were upset they weren’t going, however they figured it was for the best, in case Gretchen tried anything in the interim. It was doubtful, but Carmen appreciated the chance to spend a weekend mostly alone with her girlfriends. There were setbacks for their arrival, that being Stacy’s car.

“Suppose it was a matter of time,” she sighed as they abandoned the broken down vehicle. They’d grown too big for it to handle, the suspension giving out less than a mile into their journey.

“I’m sorry,” Carmen said, “I’ll pay for the repairs.”

“No, don’t worry. I needed an upgrade anyway. Especially with the little ones,” Stacy rubbed at her belly. While nothing compared to her bust, it was taut, leaving no imagination as to her condition. Carmen stroked it, taking a second to bask in the fact she would be a… father? Mother? A parent in less than a year.

“We giving out belly rubs? I’ll get in on that.” Rachel grabbed her spare hand and placed it against her own stomach.

“What now?” Carmen asked and got her answer in the form of a cat call. A pick up truck pulled in front of the car, a typical, hot-blooded white guy at the wheel.

“Hey, fancy a lift? In return for some… favours”

“Sure,” Carmen said and reached into her handbag, “Just need better company first.”

They got to the hotel right on time for check in. Their helper had turned into pretty good company, even going above and beyond to make sure the three were plenty entertained. Carmen ended up doing most of the driving, eager to give her lovers a nice and easy weekend. Of course, she still got her cock sucked. It’d do no one any good if she was pent up when they arrived.

“See you here on Monday?” Carmen asked. The heavily inflated driver beamed, cum dripping from her newly pumped lips.

“Definitely. Thanks so much for the ‘payment’.”

“You could’ve just said ‘no’,” Stacy said, “We could’ve got an Uber.”

“Yes, but it’s obvious that she’s better off like that,” Carmen explained, hefting their bags on her shoulders, “Now come on, I want to see you in that outfit.”

Stacy opened her mouth to argue, then decided against it and followed along, the redhead not far behind. A majority of convention attendees had chosen that hotel, it being so close to the venue. Carmen almost expected them to be impervious to their bodies, simply based on Rachel’s tastes, however they were just as captivated, if not more so. The receptionist just managed to keep a cool head when they approached and got them moving quickly. An orgy in the lobby wasn’t their plan. Not yet.

Being the first weekend away in over a decade, Carmen sprung for one of the better rooms. Plenty of space for… activities. A massive bed dominated the centre of the main room, with adjacent bathrooms and a kitchen. She doubted they’d need the latter much, but Stacy enjoyed cooking, and she could never refuse a home-made meal from her. Once inside, Rachel all but leapt on the bed, though her abundant curves made it impossible. She settled for climbing up and spread out. It said a lot that, even with a body like hers, the bed still dwarfed her. Not so much for Carmen.

“So,” the redhead swung over to perch atop the largest futa, pussy and balls pressed firm against her members, “Ready to see us all dressed up?”

“Yes, though it might not be for long.”

“Good. Stacy, bathroom. Let’s give her a show.”

“Goodness, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Stacy said, but followed, curves jiggling the whole time. The saying ‘hate seeing them go, but love watching them leave’ applied to all of Carmen’s numerous partners, but Stacy especially. She opted to change as well and giggled at herself.

“I can see the appeal.” Carmen’s outfit was almost sensible, in the sense that her ‘bra’ at least covered more than a third of her chest and supported them. She also had some foam shoulder armour. Unfortunately, that was where the decency ended. Rachel had shown her the character - Echidna from Queen’s Blade - who had a snake act as underwear. They had to remodel it, instead using sleeves to make her cocks fit the theme. And not violate all nudity laws.

“Come on, yours isn’t even that bad!”

“I’m basically naked!”

“So are we. And it’s just Carmen right now.”

“Fine.”

The bathroom door swung open and a gorgeous visage stepped out. Dressed in nothing more than what looked like a purple apron, Stacy’s breasts spilled out the sides. She didn’t have to worry about her nipples slipping out, as they hooked into the material, which continued lower to cling onto her belly and hips. Of course, it extended to keep her cock hidden, though it was still obvious. Her cheeks were the darkest red Carmen had seen.

“I feel silly,” the matronly futa said, then moaned into a sudden kiss.

“I think you look beautiful,” Carmen cooed against her lips.

“You say that all the time.”

“And I mean it every time.”

“Hey, hey! Don’t get started without me,” Rachel said from behind. The pair moved aside for the star of the show, a little minx whose body defied reason. Mostly because her breasts were almost as big as her whole body, sans her bubbly ass. Her arms and shoulders were adorned in a crimson latex, accented with white frills around her bust to give an almost regal appearance. She also had foam armour plates on her arm and a crown of sorts that blended into an eyepatch. Straps bolstered her bust and made it didn’t end too far into her thighs.

A tiered, ridged piece of foam jutted from her crotch. Similar pieces hugged her hips with more latex that masqueraded as a skirt, though it covered only her butt, and even then it wasn’t much. Plastic stockings completed the look, ending at mid-thigh with more straps that made her bountiful flesh bulged out.

“It’s very… tight,” Carmen said.

“That’s idea. This way, it just slips off when I get horny. Well, except for the chest. That bursts open.”

No sooner had she finished, than Carmen’s lips crashed against hers. The Amazonian futa grunted as she picked her up, weight increasing and condensing into an even more salacious form. Of course, they weren’t alone. Stacy wasn’t far behind, their hands reaching out to fondle her bountiful tits. While her nipples kept the apron from slipping in, it only took a swift, firm pull to release them. Milk dribbled down the mountains, then sprayed as a large and small hand squeezed them.

Seconds into the kiss, Rachel’s tits exploded from her outfit. The belt holding them snapped like jerky, her staggering bust bouncing into the open with a deafening clap, nipples perky and eager for more. Carmen went to suck on them, but was stopped.

“You sit down. I want to try something. Stacy, follow my lead,” Rachel said.

Carmen took her perch on the bed. It rose high enough that, in her four-foot state, Rachel had to stand to lay her breasts in her lap, squeezing them around the left cock. Stacy followed suite.

“Clever,” Carmen moaned and folded over to kiss them each in turn. This way, they could give all her cocks a tit-job. Of course, she couldn’t just let them do all the work and bent her middle cock, the most egregiously swollen of the three, into her mouth. The other two did the same, bouncing their enormous tits in time with their bobbing heads.

Pre-cum poured from their lips. On purpose. There was no better lube, none nearly as musky. It spilled onto their chests, turned them into glossy pools, and ran down to creep across their own members. Rachel and Stacy gathered handfuls, then moved to Carmen’s sextuplet balls, coating the leathery sack in its own progeny.

The taller futa brought her own tits into the fray, taking the upper portion of her middle dick. They also clapped against her lovers’, filling the room with noises everyone would recognise as lurid. All three took to taking each cock all the way to their respective tits, before sliding back with a sordid retching as they hacked up spit and pre, the mixture squelching on their next descent. For the brief second the heads were in their mouths, they tongued the urethras, pulling pre-cum straight down their throats.

Carmen moaned her appreciation, but she had other ways to show it. One was to reach down and grab their nipples, squeezing and stroking them like squishy cocks. The other required flexibility few could manage. Lifting her feet, she crept up to find their balls, then their cocks. Without a word, the two pushed their members down for her use. Carmen twisted their nipples in reward, then pushed their cocks together with her feet, capturing both in the arch. They moaned, throats and chests vibrating around her shafts.

With each clap of their tits, milk squirted out. Their costumes were drenched, though Rachel’s was largely fine, being mostly comprised of latex. Carmen paused and wrenched the cock from her lips, still pumping her tits with her arms.

“Rachel, do you have spares of these?”

The redhead nodded and moaned.

“Good.”

She stopped holding back. Rachel and Stacy froze briefly, looking up at her with bleary eyes, the heart silhouettes throbbing, before going back into action with rabid fervour. Sickly erotic sounds of their gags saturated Carmen’s ears, while she worked her hands and feet just as feverishly, She focused her budding powers, augmenting her lovers’ pleasure. Even she wasn’t immune to the oncoming release, hips thrusting to meet their lips.

The middle cock crammed back into her own mouth as she raced toward the climax. Pre-cum sprayed from Rachel and Stacy’s members, yet they still hadn’t cum. Their moans crescendoed higher, cocks pulsating and feeding one another’s pleasure. Her feet were sticky with their seed, squishing it between her toes. Nice as this was, she wanted to fuck them just as bad.

With a flare of passion, she pulled and twisted their nipples. Her feet pressed in hard. She slammed her face down, the others following, and thrust her hips as if she were impregnating a dozen fresh cunts at once. All three howled as six separate cocks jerked up right and launched a salvo of cum. Rachel’s pair of hoses rebounded off the bed and onto their lower bodies. Stacy’s was a steady spray against the group of heavy balls that clenched up tight.

Carmen’s trio, meanwhile, doubled in girth. The flares hooked into their respective cumdumps, locking them to their fates and making sure not a drop would escape their throats. She moved her hands to their heads and pushed just as the first of many deluges flooded their stomachs. The force behind her shot was enough to send it rushing through their insides and out the rear, yet what escaped was nothing against the flood. Her next spurts were even more prolific.

Only five shots in and the sound of her ejaculation was cut off by fabric tearing apart around Stacy’s massive belly. Carmen and Rachel had no such issue, though their stomachs were no less enormous, with the formers pushing on the futanari as it swelled faster. Of course, being futanari, their cocks weren’t the only parts gushing with ecstasy. They’d already made such a mess… Carmen saw no reason not to take it further.

“Think they’re going to charge us extra for this?” Rachel asked well into the night, after they’d thoroughly exhausted one another. The room reeked of cum, its stench permeated everything, from the carpet, to the sheets, all the way to the curtains. Stacy pulled away from Carmen’s nipple to speak.

“We can always try cleaning it up later. But… I think it’s an improvement.”

“I love it when you’re a pervert,” Carmen chuckled and pulled her in for a kiss, doing the same for Rachel.

“Better get some sleep. These things can be exhausting. In a good way.”

“Right. Good night you two. Sweet dreams.”

“Probably wet dreams with you here,” Stacy murmured and promptly passed out on the breast that dwarfed her head. The others weren’t far behind.

Perhaps it should have occurred to her when they first formed the plan, that she’d be around hundreds… thousands of people even. All of them with their own repressed desires that would manifest as shadows. Yet it slipped Carmen’s mind until they sauntered into the venue and beheld the throngs of fans.

Everywhere that she looked, shadows vied for her attention. She barely spared a glance for who they belonged to, just enough to see that the characters they dressed as weren’t far from their inner desires, outfits better designed for a more voluptuous figure. A rare few even broached the more extreme sizes, however others sprouted up as Carmen, Stacy and Rachel claimed their attention.

“Come on, just keep moving,” Rachel said and led her through the crowds, “I’m sorry, I should’ve realised there’d be a lot of perverts here.”

“Huh?”

“Those people groping you. Didn’t you notice?” Stacy asked, slapping away a few, inquisitive hands of her own.

“No. It’s not a big deal if they do. We’re kinda dressed for it.”

Neither argued with her. It was also impossible to avoid with how tightly packed everywhere was. Still, Rachel led them like a certain reindeer through a storm, pointing out everything of interest. Maybe she didn’t realise it, but that was just what Carmen needed; a distraction. If left alone, she didn’t know what might’ve happened. Probably another strip club incident.

Beside the numerous costumes, the convention was truly a sight to behold. Stalls were set up all over the place, stages were set up for dramatic re-enactments of their favourite scenes, contests were held to decide whose was best. They steered clear of those; it’d be unfair otherwise. Wherever they went, people expressed their awe. Many conveniently found something to buy and hold over their crotches. Above it all, the atmosphere was incredible.

“Oh, this looks cute,” Stacy said, grabbing a plushy. It resembled a hare, or a dog, maybe a cat. Maybe all three. It was anime after all.

“That fucker,” Rachel glowered at the toy.

“What?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, but put simply, he’s a manipulative sociopathic, immortal fox-thing that knowingly tricks little girls into marching to their miserable deaths.”

“Oh…” Stacy put it back, only for Rachel to grab it, met with a confused look.

“It’s cute,” she shrugged and bought it.

Carmen chuckled and browsed around other items. Few things held her attention anymore. She could watch and enjoy a show or movie, yet they just didn’t grab her. Not when she could easily find someone to fuck. Oh no, why’d she have to think of that. She looked to her partners, who were fussing over various other toys. It’d be unfair to take them away from their fun.

“H-hi!”

She turned around and found a sporty young woman gazing up at her. Carmen vaguely recognised the outfit from a game Rachel played. What was it? Final Fantasy… Seven. That’s the one. It was a simple cosplay, just a sports bra under a tank top with a pleated leather skirt, thigh-high leggings and boots. Her name was… Tifa, if she recalled right.

“Hello.”

“Um, your costume’s awesome.”

“Thanks. My girlfriend made it for me.”

“Girlfriend? Oh, so…”

Carmen grinned and leaned down, her chest consuming the girl’s entire line of sight, “She and I are very open.”

The cosplayer’s face lifted and she bit her lip, “So, uh… wanna go somewhere?”

“I like you. My name’s Carmen.”

“Uh, is that your real name?”

“Oh? Do you want to keep this anonymous?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind. Just call me ‘Tifa’.”

“Alright, Tifa. Lead the way,” Carmen said and glanced back to the other two. Stacy rolled her eyes, but smiled, while Rachel wriggled her brows and mouthed ‘give me details later’. With that, Carmen followed Tifa through the hordes, doing her best not to think of the coitus soon to come. They eventually came to a panel room that was vacant.

“They won’t be using this for a while. Come on.”

Carmen ducked under the door, much to her soon-to-be lover’s enjoyment. The door hissed shut behind them. Hopefully it would be adequate soundproofing for them. Once alone, she rounded on Tifa and pulled into a kiss. Not the passionate smack she reserved for those closer to her, but more of a greeting. A taste of what she promised.

The fervent reciprocation made it clear Tifa wanted more. Her tongue poked into Carmen’s mouth and was swiftly dominated by the much larger, more experienced muscle. It wrapped around hers, stroking it like a short cock.

“Oh fuck,” Tifa gasped when they split, swathes of saliva bridging them, “You taste good.”

“So I’ve heard. Allow me,” Carmen hooked her fingers into the cosplayer’s top and yanked them off in one smooth pull, letting the perky DD cups spill free. Well shaped, if a bit small, she thought and knelt down to capture an already attentive nipple between her teeth. She suckled, soft at first, then hard when Tifa’s moan was too subtle. One hand took the other, while the second unclasped her skirt and palmed her equally pert rear. For a plain human, she was remarkably well shaped.

“You work hard,” Carmen said, flicking the nub with her tongue, before gnawing on it.

“Ooh, holy shit, th-thanks. Why’re you so good at this?”

“Magic,” Carmen said, candidly. She liked to think she was good before the Futa Note, she remembered Stacy enjoying her technique at least, however she had no doubt the book and burgeoning powers played a large role in Tifa’s rapid pleasure.

“I feel like I’ll cum if you keep this up,” Tifa groaned.

“Challenge accepted.” Carmen pulled the other nipple in and latched, both caught in her lips, while she used the one hand to grope both tits. Every swipe of her tongue extracted another moan, gradually rising. She sucked hard, then released, the breast bouncing back into place, only to be crushed in her hands. Tifa rolled her hips, hands between her legs. The scent of her arousal burgeoned faster and faster as she touched herself.

“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Tifa howled, her following curses smothered in Carmen’s lips. Her legs shook as she rode the violent climax, but the much larger cosplayer held her up, “My… my turn.” Carmen smirked and set to shedding her outfit, scant as it was.

“Hey, no, leave the boobs… on… oh my god.” Tifa gawked, jaw dropping further and further as realisation dawned on her, “Those… you’re…”

Words failed when Carmen rolled the sleeves off her members, removing the snakeskin cover on her balls as well. The black flesh stood out like ink against her otherwise pale flesh. Tifa fell to her knees, eyes level to the magnificent bouquet of inhuman masculinities. Even soft, they made her arms seem skinny.

“You’re real.” Carmen leaned over and wrapped her breasts around the girl’s head. Her eyes bulged as soft, white flesh consumed her vision.

“Do you want to continue?”

Tifa gulped, then squeaked when the cocks flexed and nearly pushed her over. Arousal poured from her in droves, stronger by the second, spiking with each of Carmen’s heartbeats, felt through her members. Their musk drifted up and into the room. Vast as it was, the scent was all encompassing. The girl pulled away and hefted the middle cock, biceps flexing from its weight. She brought its tip to her face, giggling at how it matched her. Not even semi-hard.

“It won’t fit.”

Carmen had her. If that was the only reason for her to refuse, then the solution was simple. But she wanted to wait first.

“Don’t worry. Just do what comes naturally.”

“Um…” Tifa wiped the drool from her lips, “Okay. Holy crap, it’s heavy.” She began stroking it, despite her fingers being horribly undersized. It would take several more hands just to wrap around the girth. That didn’t stop her from coaxing it to a firmer state, breaths deepening the bigger it got. She rested it on her shoulder, while her attention shifted to the other two. For a moment, she just stroked them, then recalled Carmen’s invite and moved her head to nuzzle into the middle shaft.

A faint sheen adorned her cheek when she pulled away. Her nostrils flared, pupils dilated, and she ran her tongue across a vein, moaning as she got just a taste. She pulled the others in and shoved her nose against the tips, straight into the urethras. A jet of fem-cum erupted from her splayed legs.

“I just… I just came,” Tifa panted, then went back in, cumming again. She moved back to stare the largest cock down its dark hole and did the same, squirting even harder, only for a spurt of pre-cum to send her back. For a just a moment, she laid on her back, blowing bubbles of pre-cum with her nose, then her tongue darted out.

A wave of juices shot forward, undaunted by the panties blocking them, and onto Carmen’s feet. She was honestly surprised. It had been a while since she was with a ‘normal’ partner, someone untouched by the book’s magic. It seemed her supremely messed up body was only getting more potent. Soon, just her presence would make someone cum.

“You awake?” Carmen asked.

“Carmen…?” Tifa mumbled, looking around in a daze, like she thought it was all a dream, then her eyes focused on the turgid members. Their shadows covered her, throbbing so hard it was audible. As if pulled, her legs spread apart and she tore her underwear in two, pulling her pussy lips apart, “Please! You have to try putting them in me! I feel like I’ll go insane if you don’t.”

Was it even possible? She didn’t want to hurt the girl, even if she clearly did, but the temptation was growing. Eventually, she just shrugged and knelt down, angling one of the side members, since they had the best chance. Tifa’s face twisted into a deranged smirk as it neared her sex. She pulled harder, knuckles and folds going white from the strain. Despite that, she couldn’t make them even match the glans.

Carmen pushed her hands aside and replaced them with hers, pulling harder. She listened close for any sound of pain, but Tifa kept them down, jaw clenched tight. Eventually, she couldn’t hold it any longer and yelped. Carmen could see all the way to the back of her pussy by then. No human could do that, not without a lot of practice.

“Tell me, have you been stretching yourself?”

“No,” Tifa groaned, walls clenching hard as the cock brushed her clit, “If I’d known someone like you existed, I would have.”

“Interesting,” Carmen murmured, then lowered her member. It was worth a try, “Let me know when it hurts too much.”

“Okay.” The warning did nothing to deter her. She took Carmen’s post, gaping her pussy as the cock pressed hard. She grunted, the head still too broad, but she nodded for her to keep trying. Each push ended in failure, yet they made headway. One more time, Carmen thought and this time kept pushing. Tifa grit her teeth, neck taut, veins pumping, however she didn’t let go. The precipice made its way inside, a burst of pre dousing the walls.

It’ll work, Carmen realised and leaned over. She shoved a nipple against Tifa’s lips, forcing her to throat it, though she was more than willing, and rammed forward. The screech that ripped through the cosplayer was the stuff of nightmares, yet it only brought pleasure, the vibrations reverberating in Carmen’s breast and urging her to keep moving. Unlike her usual partners, who only required a little push before they were like putty around her cock, she had to work for every millimetre deeper.

Tifa’s voice fell to a constant moan, before she howled and her pussy collapsed. Even Carmen paused at the force of it, cock bending from the pressure. Hands clawed at her breasts, unable to reach her shoulders, trying to pull her in. She rewarded the cosplayer with a sharp thrust, another inch spreading her walls open. A pussy was incredible, able to recover from birthing a child, but this was larger. It wouldn’t surprise either of them if Tifa’s cunt was forever gaped.

Another howl signalled Carmen’s tip crashing against her cervix. The nipple pulled from her mouth, milk dripping on her cheeks and neck.

“How is it?” Carmen asked, genuinely curious. She didn’t get a response at first, the fully stuffed girl lifting her head to stare, bug-eyed at the shelf jutting from her abdomen, a seven inch tube leading back to her snatch. Beyond it, another three feet of similar girth throbbed angrily, and beside that, was another cock just as big, with a third even bigger.

“I want more,” Tifa moaned and felt up the bulge, twitching from how tightly stretched her nerves were.

“Tell me what you want,” Carmen whispered. She pushed her breasts against the much smaller girl, leaning to kiss at her neck, phallus bending awkwardly. Looking up, a shadow stretched across the nearby wall, its form vastly more exaggerated than Tifa’s. But there was something else… the hair was moving, each strand autonomous as they wrapped around its nipples, its clit and teased every other erogenous zone relentlessly. Carmen pulled back to deliver a short thrust.

“I want you!” Tifa gasped, kicking her legs up to try and wrap them around her waist, but fell short. Instead, she mashed her feet against the ensemble of cum tanks, causing another orgasm to shake her whole body as pre-cum hosed down the entrance to her womb, “Fuck me! I need you so fucking bad! Baby, please shove your horse-cock deep in my slut-cunt and mould it into your shape! I don’t wanna feel a thing when some guy fucks me!”

In her babbling, Tifa also let loose her real name, at Carmen’s teasing. She was too tight for Carmen to build a proper rhythm.  It didn’t matter as thrusting a few inches at a time sufficed, and worked in her favour as she focused on transcribing the shadow to the Futa Note. While it wasn’t part of Tifa’s inner desire, she also made sure she could stretch indefinitely. With some effort. The others were more like a rubber band, whereas Tifa would be a resistance band.

“Your balls are so huge. Please tell me you have that much cum too? I’ve watched hentai. You gotta inflate me. Then cover me in your cum. Mark ME!” Tifa arched her back, the bulge more pronounced as the Futa Note took effect. The growth would wait, drawn out over the weekend, but the rest were already active. As proof, Carmen grunted as she shoved up and forward. The walls clamped down on her like a wet, velvet vice as the tiny hole at the end twitched open.

It took over a minute of non-stop pushing, then Carmen lurched forward and drove all the way to the back of her womb.

“I’m cumming!” Tifa howled, voice suddenly stifled by a pair of fat, milky teats once more. She swallowed them both, gullet stretching as needed, but no more. Not a drop would escape that way.

Carmen bent her middle cock and pulled on her partner’s juicy folds until she had an opening. Another orgasm rocked the former human. She, then, added the third. Tifa’s hips were forced wider by the penetration, pelvis completely unprepared for the combined four-feet of girth. Her toes curled at the creaking of bone, while her clit throbbed against the shafts cramming inside.

Obscured by Carmen’s tits, neither saw the cock swell into existence. It wouldn’t be anything noteworthy for now, but that’d change soon enough. For now, Carmen’s only concern was fulfilling her partner’s wish of being completely stuffed with her cocks. The veins in Tifa’s throat rose and fell with each thrust, mouth moving in silent screams against the breasts smothering her. Her eyes watered and rolled back as the pleasure of changing and being stuffed past the brim repeatedly overwhelmed her.

The walls writhed against Carmen’s multiple shafts. Every square micro-metre clung to her masts like paint, grinding against every little bump and groove. The abundance of pussy juice did nothing to ease the thrusts. Each one carried enough force to punch through steel, yet Tifa absorbed it like a pliant dough.

“Can you hear me?” Carmen growled, planting her knees better and hunching over for a more primal position. She reached down to lift Tifa’s legs, putting her into a mating press, “Can you feel me destroying your insides? My giant cocks are rampaging through your cunt and womb. It’s so tight around me, a fleshy sleeve just for me to fuck until your mind is mush.”

Tifa’s muffled response were guttural moans. Attempts at speech failed, tongue half-out and drool cascading over her cheeks, but her pussy responded loud and clear with a bone-crushing squeeze.

“I’ve got a huge load just for you too. My balls are so heavy, overflowing with sperm. I can feel your womb squeezing around me. Your ovaries are reacting. They know what’s coming. All your eggs, from now until you’re an infertile husk, will become my babies. You’ll do it, won’t you? Bare my young for the rest of your life?”

Carmen pressed in harder. Her ears rang with the wet, viscous sounds of her balls impacting Tifa’s ass, while her cocks forced her pelvis to widen. Reaching under the enormous pools of tit-flesh, Carmen found the cosplayer’s stretched out gut, easily finding the small spheres on either side, pushed into stark relief from how distended her womb had become. She pinched them between her fingers and smirked at Tifa’s startled moan.

“Yes! Oh fuck! Breed me. I’m just a broodmare for your stallion dicks to impregnate! Shoot me full of your babies until I can’t even walk. This is what I live for!  I’m no good for anything else!” Tifa babbled, ovaries swelling against the futa’s hands. That part of the shadow was difficult to understand, but it seemed correct. Carmen groped the swelling egg chambers as she stepped up yet again.

Even with her exceptional lengths, barely a second separated each thrust. Muscles rippled across the futa’s frame, sweat flowing across her curves and flying as she galloped toward climax. The pink strip in her hair shone with an amorous light, unseen by either of the pair, eyes lost in their shared vision of the future. In which Tifa was nothing but a ball of cum with a person attached.

Carmen’s triplets pulsed in time with her brutal tempo. Nodules rose across the middle shaft, each one catching on Tifa’s folds, while the heads of all three flared, the rims bloating into fat, layered rings, acting like ribs on a dildo. She was unaware of these changes, focused solely on the act. Juices gushed from her cunt as well, whole body thrumming with lust.

She was surrounded by closet perverts all day. Their shadows teased her, begging to be realised, yet the book stayed in her bag the whole time. Much longer and Carmen didn’t know what might’ve happened. She needed this release.

And she would get it.

Crushing the grapefruit sized egg makers, Carmen shifted tempo for a final five thrusts. She channelled all her lust into them. Tifa howled from the brunt of each, drowning out the sounds of her bones breaking apart from such force, then immediately repairing into a newer, lurid form that could handle Carmen.

“Get pregnant!” Carmen roared and smothered the newly turned futa with her body. Her abs went rigid, ass clenched tight as the prostate swelled and pulsed, and her balls pulled up tight against her luscious rump. For several seconds, the rutting pair were silent save for their laboured breaths and heartbeats, then a thick sound gurgled in Carmen’s sextet of cum-tanks. Not a moment later and she unloaded the first of many deluges.

Tifa clung to the breasts pinning her and shrieked into them. Her womb was stretched before, rounded by gallons of pre-cum, but that was nothing against the rapid expansion. It pushed on Carmen, but the Amazon held tight, forcing it to squeeze out the sides, which pushed the cum straight to Tifa’s palpitating ovaries. The tubes leading in puckered as cum surged against it, then spread wide. All the eggs headed out were forced back and taken from all sides by dozens of sperm many times their size.

The Amazon’s scrotum pulsed larger, then condensed to squeeze out an even thicker sludge. Her spurts had enough power to be heard through Tifa’s womb and Carmen’s tits, spiking against her stretched out womb. The skin extended several feet past their heads, before settling back to keep her womb pouring outward. Carmen pumped her hips at random, grinding her coarse shafts against the slimy walls. Her balls clenched in tandem and exasperated Tifa’s bliss to new heights.

It took several minutes before Carmen’s lust subsided enough for her to pull back, yet cum still gushed from her trio. No longer crushed beneath her, Tifa’s belly jumped up. It remained oblong under the weight of Carmen’s semen, yet still stood a full two feet tall. It wasn’t an ideal position, possibly dangerous in fact, the futa thought and flipped the inundated broodmare around like a fidget toy. She snapped both hands to Tifa’s hips and held firm as she resumed her thrusts in the midst of climax.

“You didn’t think one orgasm was enough for me, did you?” Carmen panted into her ear as she pounded away, marking the ass cheeks a deep red from the heavy, sopping wet smack of their bodies. The effects were taking place as she rutted the insensate futa, a deluge of hormones stampeding through her frame. Fat from the aether widened her hips and thighs, her nipples plumped into Carmen’s hands and darkened, milk already beading all their bumpy surface. Tifa just wailed and rocked her hips in mindless joy.

“Feel better?” Stacy asked once Carmen found them perusing racks of clothes much too small for them.

“Very much, thank you,” she sighed and kissed her plump lover, who didn’t reciprocate.

“You could’ve asked us.”

“You two were having fun, I didn’t want to stop that just so I could relieve myself.”

“Still,” Rachel bumped her with her hip, “Next time, ask first. Cons are fun and all, but nothing beats getting inflated with a load of your jizz.”

Stacy flushed scarlet but nodded.

“Promise. So, what’s next?” Carmen asked.

“That,” Rachel pointed to a massive poster, on which were a group of cute Japanese girls, “It’s a live-action adaptation. They’re usually kind of meh, but this has promise. And I’m a huge fan of the lead.”

“Alright. Shall we go?” Carmen hooked her arm through theirs and spared a final glance for the room she’d left Tifa in. A massive belly appeared in the doorway, followed by the sweaty visage of a well-fucked, knocked-up futa, whose shorts were decidedly too small for her package. The zipper and button were undone to make room for her gigantic belly. Even so, she was beset by admirers.

Another happier soul, Carmen thought and continued on her way.