That stirred something in Esther's mind, some sort of bad dream that she'd had recently that she could only recall in her half-sleeping, half-waking state. She remembered washing her face off and then... then felt a weird tickle all down her front. She'd been standing in front the mirror, looking over her tall and scrawny frame. Esther took a bit of pride in her slender, almost boyish look. She lacked the sexual traits that would fill her mind with thoughts of wicked, prideful lust and thus was safe from the ravages of deviant alteration.

But in the twisted logic of the dream world, such a thing had not kept her safe. Esther had watched in horror as her clothes began to tighten. She'd fumbled at her belt as the broadening of her hips made the tight strap of leather almost painful in a few moments. She'd watched in silent horror as her blouse pulled upward, untucking itself and exposing her midriff as breasts blossomed upon her chest.

She had gasped in horror as her body rapidly sexualized before her very eyes. She'd popped several buttons from her blouse in her haste to see what was underneath and she'd felt sickened by what she saw. Not merely two breasts, but three. Three smallish tits that seemed to swell just a little bit larger with each passing moment.

Esther had been nearly hyperventilating with shock, horror, and panic. It was then that she noticed the similar sensation of growth and swelling in her loins. She'd hiked up her skirt and tugged down her panties and was aghast at what she saw. Her clit was swollen, red, and the size of a dollar coin and her netherlips were similarly oversized and enlarged.

But that was not the full extent of the violation, oh no. It was merely the beginning. Esther had watched with horror as... something began to extend from her crotch, just below her waistline. Within a few moments it had been obvious what it was: a pair of testicles and the sack in which they were kept. They'd reached what Esther had been taught was normal size in biology class in seconds, but they were not content to stay that way.

Oh no. It seemed that they were going to compensate for Esther's lack of deviant desire by growing to a more and more obscene state with each second that passed by; golf balls, then oranges, then grapefruits, cantaloupes, melons, pumpkins, and then leaving fruits behind entirely for beach balls, and then beyond the knowledge of round things that Esther's mind had on tap for the moment.

They'd finally come to a stop at some point where they were just mere inches above the ground, spreading Esther's stance wide if she wanted to avoid having them smack against the backs of her calves when she walked (a motion that brought not unpleasant, but obviously deviant bursts of unfamiliar sensation) or having her shins outright connect with them with each step she took (which was not even the slightest bit pleasant and was instead outright painful.)

Esther had waited in horror, expecting something else to happen. There had to be something else, another change of some sort on the horizon just waiting to strike. You didn't just add balls to a girl and call it a day. That was silly! The testicles produced and stored semen, which was meant to be expelled from the body and into (or onto considering the scale) somebody! She'd stood and stared into the mirror and looked over herself, waiting for the next change to strike.

But no such change had occurred. She needed help then; surely someone could help her and easily change her back since Esther was certainly not one of those sexual deviants that would naturally end up with such hideous alterations. She'd buttoned up her blouse as best she could, wanting to be as modest as possible, even with a huge pair of balls hanging out of her knee-length skirt. She'd cursed her decision to wear heels, as they were not suited much for walking or running, though the padding of her knee-high socks made them a bit more comfortable.

Recalling her dream sent bolts of warm pleasantness through Esther's body, seeming to center on whatever it was she was rubbing as well as some other bit of her body close to that. The dripping of the tanning oil on Esther was really getting annoying and it made her clench her thighs together, which seemed to help loosen another set of achy muscles and made Esther feel even better.

She was panting with exertion at the intensity of her massage, her skin flushing, heat spreading across her bared skin. Her blanket must've fallen off in the middle of the night and Esther had probably fallen asleep in her swimsuit, which was why she felt so much bare skin. She remembered her steps in the dream, trying to figure out how to walk so that she didn't end up hurting herself, didn't end up 'pleasuring' her deviant alterations, and still managed to set a decent pace.

Esther shuddered as she waddled down the alleyway, sickened by what she had done a few minutes before. Not literally sickened, as her stomach seemed quite content with its contents, but rather a mental feeling of sickness and disgust. She had just hungrily lapped up every drop of her own spunk that she could find and she had done it without her conscious mind having anything resembling a say in the matter.

She wasn't like that! Not in the slightest! She couldn't imagine how she could have participated in such a lewd, filthy, disgusted, deviant act! She was a nice, proper, pure person and had taken every step that she had been brought up to learn in order to assure that she would remain pure and untainted be deviant sexuality and lust. Thus it made her very, very uncomfortable to move around in the state and manner that she had been forced to take.

Her sister and her friends had ripped off her shirt and her shoes were nowhere to be seen; likely they had fallen off during her almost mindless running and urge to flee the previous evening. She had absolutely nothing covering her upper body, and so as difficult as it was to walk while doing so Esther had her arms arranged to cover her three nipples as best she could from sight. Her lanky body had grown taller and filled out, resorting in her skirt becoming already scandalously short even if she lacked the massive set of balls that hung nearly to her ankles most of the time. Though thankfully at the moment (,) with the coolness of the morning the skin of her massive scrotum had tightened, and they were only at her knees instead.

For modesty's sake she'd removed one of her kneesocks and placed it over her annoyingly erect manhood at the base of her spine. Even the act of covering her indecency had aroused the hated organ, which had made the slight scratchiness of the sock even worse by saturating it with precum. It was now soggy, cold, and seemed to offer more in the way of stimulation than modesty. Esther had the other sock tucked into her waistband, but replacing it would only relieve the discomfort for a few second until the second sock was similarly moistened.

She felt absolutely disgusting, both in her looks and the state of her body. Esther's skin felt all sticky and gross from the sweaty exertion of her accidental masturbation and her back and bits of her hair, as well as her hands felt even stickier due to their being... doused in the vile fluid of her release. What was more was that her scalp had also begun to itch, as if she hadn't bathed for days rather than not even 24 hours beforehand.

Esther was thankful that it was still early in the morning, and not too many people were up and about just yet. She most certainly couldn't go home, not in such a hideous, malformed condition. So in order to properly bathe she would have to visit one of the places in the park. There was a nice, forested area with a nature trail running through it that contained a few places where the spring burbled up that made them perfect for such a task. Especially since most of the morning sunbathers would be on the beach.

The young woman sucked air through her teeth as she walked, trying her best to ignore the sensations coming from her loins and the deformity upon her spine. Her testes were massive; the size of beach balls, and Esther estimated that odds were they likely weighed about as much as she did. But she seemed to be able to heft the weight and move along at an acceptable pace, certainly not as fast as she would like, but certainly faster than her sister's usual slow, dawdling walk.

Esther felt her anger flare as she thought of Edna, insulting her, pushing her, ripping her clothes off. It was her fault that Esther had spent the night in the alley! Her fault for not seeing what would have been plain in front of her face if she hadn't been a sawed-off little preening midget. She'd probably been so grouchy because Esther had gotten in between her and the mirrors in the bathroom.

"Fucking dwarf dickhead, calling me a fucking mutant whore..." Esther murmured beneath her breath, barely noticing the pleasurable shudder that ran through her body upon giving voice to the words. She focused on her anger, on thoughts of her sister, dumping the blame for her current state entirely on her little sister's shoulders. After all, if Edna hadn't acted the way she did, Esther might very well have been able to get help by now!

By the time Esther had walked about a block she was panting from a mix of anger, exertion, and arousal. She hated that her easiest, most comfortable way of walking was the one that placed her balls and sack behind her legs, pressed up against her pussy and clit. Esther hadn't explored down there, it wasn't proper to go touching yourself there just because, but everything felt overly large, swollen, and sensitive. She stank of her own arousal and climaxes, and she could feel her body's perverse need causing lubrication to leak from her womanhood.

She stopped just before the alley emptied onto one of the main roads, trying to figure out what to do. Esther did not want to be seen, but she needed a bath, and the only way to do so was in the park. Even in the post-dawn hours of the morning there would be servants up and about on the streets, heading to the estates they worked at, heading to the market, walking the pets of their employers, that sort of thing.

A deep blush spread across Esther's face at the thought of someone, anyone, seeing her like this. Edna had not recognized her, but then Edna was a short-sighted (and outright short) self-centered little dickhead. That didn't mean that someone else wouldn't see Esther. They'd probably laugh at her, laugh at the rich girl with her breasts bared and a pair of balls hanging down past her knees and a huge dick stuck to her like a tail.

Esther groaned and pulled her hair out of the severe braid she usually wore it in, allowing her mousy brown hair to fall down to her shoulder blades. She used her fingertips to purposely brush it in front of her face, to perhaps hide her visage from anyone who might be happening by.

She took a deep breath and stepped out from the alley and onto the sidewalk, keeping her head down, walking at a brisk pace. Esther bit her tongue as a moan built up in her throat from her fast movements. The sock covering her dick was proving inadequate to contain the flow of precum and she shivered as she felt the flow drip down her rump to join with the other flow of arousal to dribble down her sack and drip on the ground.

There were footsteps on the other side of the road, a young maid on her way to work. She turned her head slightly, looking Esther over for a few moments and then turning her head to look away. Probably to hide a chuckle as Esther's freakishness. Or was it something else? Maybe to hide her perverse desire? Esther looked her over, long platinum blonde hair, bit on the shortish side, generously busted. Yeah, definitely a woman given into sexual deviance. She probably wanted to sneak off with Esther and ride her tailcock. Though as the two approached one another Esther could make out the somewhat familiar features of Olga, her friend Madison's maidservant.

Esther winced as she tugged the gooey sock from her manhood and tossed it aside in a single motion, not even giving her traitorous body the chance to make her... she shuddered, not even wanting to THINK about what she'd done that morning. No matter how much it turned her on. Esther was not going to give in to her deviant body's strange urges and desires ever again, and that was going to require her to focus and pay attention.

She poked a toe into the water and found it cool to the touch, almost cold. But she welcomed the chill that she hoped would drive the obnoxious arousal from her body. She reached down and began to remove her skirt, but it took a few tries before she realized that the elastic waistband was not stretchy enough to fit over the girth of her legs and her balls, no matter how she arranged them. She sighed and then began working it upwards. She had to suck in a breath in order to make it fit, just barely, over her three ample breasts.

Esther paused for a moment on the bank of the pond and stared at her reflection. She didn't look hardly anything like herself. It wasn't merely the alterations, nor was it the unfamiliar hairstyle. Her bodily proportions had altered. Her waist was as narrow, or perhaps even narrower, than it had been before. But her tall thin build had been amply padded in all the right places. Her drawn face had even filled out a bit and had gained large, lush lips that seemed to be naturally a shade of whorish red. She looked... similar to herself. But at first glance no one would recognize Esther as herself. More likely she'd be seen as her own cousin. Or a sister.

The thought of her sister made Esther growl and stomp into the cold water, the heat of her rage only serving to bolster her as she submerged herself in the cool waters of the pond. She drew in a deep breath and reluctantly moved her hand downward, slipping between one thigh and the skin of her hefty scrotum to try and clean her pussy.

The damned thing had been leaking pretty much nonstop since Esther had woken up. She winced as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of sexual stimulation shoot through her as she found her grotesquely swollen clit and netherlips.

"If I can't walk around without make myself leak all over the place, what the hell am I going to do?" Esther asked herself. "Hell, what am I going to do anyway?"

She couldn't go home, couldn't allow her mother to see her like this, and most definitely not see her sister like this. Even if she managed to get cured, she'd never live down all the insults from Edna that she would work in about balls, breasts, and dicks. It should've been Edna that had been afflicted with the changes Esther was suffering through. Edna with her wanton ways, her busty body, her fondness for jewelry, and makeup, and skimpy clothes, and flirting and... mmm...

Esther let out a soft moan as she found herself absently stroking her golf ball-sized clit. She imagined Edna stripped bare, tied to a bed, a rubber ball gag stuffed in her mouth as Esther slowly lay back upon her, slipping her dick into her sister's slutty, deviant pussy.

"Oh that's so... so wrong..." Esther murmured, a deep blush spreading over her cheeks. Her other hand sought out one of her breasts and began to instinctively caress it. That would feel so good, her cock deep inside Edna, her sister's big tits pressed against her back. Maybe have their mother join in?

Estelle had been born into money, but her ability to gain more or gain political power through marriage had become somewhat limited by the partygirl lifestyle she had taken on in her late teens. Esther's mother had been younger than Esther was now when she had been born, and she'd merely passed her daughter onto the servants to raise. It had taken a second such 'accident' for Esther's mother to realize that she needed condom spells and anti-fertility charms.

Esther had never learned what exactly it was that had scared her mother from that lifestyle, but she had quickly enrolled both daughters in Miss Dominia's School for Pure Girls, attended Dominia's own adult education classes once a week, and fervantly adhered to her teachings.

Estelle hadn't even hit forty yet, and she had the best features of both her daughters. Esther's litheness and Edna's curves, coupled with flame red hair that neither of her children had. She had gotten into trouble some time in her past because of her deviance, and she'd never talked about it.

"Oh my goddess, I am! I... I'm actually getting used to it! Disgusting! I'm a filthy fucking fetish mutant whore!" Her knees went weak as her body quaked with pleasure at the words. Esther stood in the water with wide eyes, her expression half bemused smirk, half disgusted gaping mouth.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? And why do I keep fucking swearing? They'd wash my mouth out with soap back at school if I said such filth. Or Miss Dominia would call me into her office and I'd get a spanking." Esther's mind went to Miss Dominia, the tall woman's pale skin and hair, her red albino's eyes, her lush tits in the perfectly tailored gowns that stopped just short of being deviant and perverse. She imagined herself being spanked, made to kneel before her headmistress and forced to lick her pussy.

"Those are NOT my thoughts!" Esther protested to the air, "I'm NOT thinking those fucking g-gross... n-nasty... mmm..." Her pulse had risen and her loins and cock began to ache anew with arousal, "Goddess, but they're s-so fun..."

Esther took a deep breath and submerged beneath the chilly water, hoping the sudden shock would snap her out of her sudden state of unwanted arousal. But a tiny voice nagged at her. She was already in the bath, after all. And with her hair gone there wasn't really any part of her that would not be easy to clean with the mess she made every time she came. There wasn't really any reason why she shouldn't give in to her body's sick, twisted lusts and indulge herself with a few orgasms while she daydreamed about sexy things.

Esther broke the surface and took in a few deep breaths, the plunge having done nothing to banish her arousal. She tried to force the fantasies from her mind, but rather than leave quietly every effort seemed to bring forth new and perverse ideas to perform with her mother, her sister, her teachers, her friends, even random people on the street.

"A-absolutely fucking disgusting..." Esther said softly to herself. Her words rang hollow even in her own ears.

Esther suddenly heard voices in the distance and the sound of rustling grass. She gasped softly and dived under the water, swimming over to a nearby patch of reeds and hiding herself among them.

She watched as a tall figure came walking through the brush and Esther covered her mouth to prevent herself from gasping at the sight of her. A tall, muscular, well-tanned woman with honey blonde hair looked out over the pond and grinned. The newcomer sighed happily and set down her backpack before stripping off her t-shirt and tossing it aside.

The hidden woman found herself enraptured by the sight of the transformed newcomer. It was obvious to anyone who was looking, as she sported a rather large pair of horns that grew from her temples like a bull. Also reminding Esther of a bull were the two large copper rings piercing the woman's nipples. She'd never seen such a thing before. Oh certainly she'd heard of getting body parts pierced, but it had always sounded to her like a weird and decidedly deviant thing to do. She'd never imagined that it could look so sexy.

Her fingers twitched, wanting to play with those sexy rings, and Esther's mouth watered, wanting to suckle on those beautiful nipples. The woman began removing her pants and Esther had to cram several fingers into her mouth and bite down on them to keep herself from making awed, astonished sounds as more alterations on the woman's body came to light.

Between the newcomer's legs hung a huge, thick, bestial shaft, halfway out of its sheath and elongating in the cool morning air. She gripped her cock with a three-fingered hand and gave it a few tugs to adjust it. Esther felt her mouth filling with saliva, and tried to swallow, but instead found herself drooling between her fingers. She didn't dare give herself the opportunity to be heard and it... it kind of felt good.

Esther found herself imagining what it would be like to run her tongue over that delicious foot and a half length of slick, black bull cock, to grip those big, heavy balls with her hands, to feel the hot splatter of the woman's seed on her face and tits. She whimpered softly as she found herself slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her mouth absentmindedly and found herself unable to stop.

Something had happened to her, made her a filthy cum-sucking whore. She didn't even have to say the words aloud to get off on them. And once she brought them to mind, Esther found herself having difficulty not thinking about them. She just couldn't stop gawking at the woman and imagining the two of them doing something disgustingly deviant and fun.

"Hey, Horns!" an accented voice called from behind the woman, "Are you just going to let me sit here and get eaten by ants while you do a striptease?"

The horned woman chuckled and turned to her large backpack, bending down and showing off her toned backside to Esther, who felt her cock and pussy throb at the sight. Her other hand reached back through the water and began to stroke her aching erection, making Esther sigh with relief.

After a few moment of fiddling, Horns seemed to pull out another person from the backpack, or... well... part of one. Esther's eyes widened at the sight of the second transformee; she seemed to be mostly tit. Four huge melons hung from her chest and abdomen, looking almost obscene. Especially when there was hardly anything else to her. Esther could see the smooth, unmarked skin on her hips and shoulders, marking her lack of limbs as something caused by magical alteration.

"Keep your pants on, with you whispering all those filthy things in my ear on the walk up here you only have yourself to blame for me having to take a few moments to adjust myself," Horns teased.

"Too late. They must've fallen off on the way here. Along with my legs," the limbless girl said with a giggle.

"Ah! Back in the bag then, we have to go back for them," themuch larger woman teased.

Esther found herself staring at the limbless girl's four hefty tits. They were absolutely huge! Each one about the size of one of Esther's balls and each topped with an elongated teat-like nipple. They were the most unnatural breasts that Esther had ever seen and she couldn't stop thinking about them. Couldn't stop thinking about how sexy they looked, about how wonderful they would feel pressed up against her, about how awesome it would be to have such a pair (or a trio) herself.

The young woman's motions ground to a halt as she realized exactly what she was doing and what she was thinking. She was actually envious of another person's deviant alterations! And not only that but she had been gawking at them and masturbating! She'd started jerking off again without her mind weighing in on the subject.

The transformed girl suddenly stood stock still, a terrible, horrible, wicked thought having entered her mind; what if there was no mental aspect to the transformation? What if her actions were merely a response to her unfamiliarity with the intense sensations and instinctual desires that filled her? What if she felt this way because she stuffed her sexuality into the dark corner of her mind labeled "Things I Am Not Going to Acknowledge or Deal With" and proceeded to banish all things even remotely tied with sex from her conscious thoughts. What if she was behaving like some filthy, lust-ridden, mutant sex-queen precisely because she was not at all prepared for what it would feel like?

She'd been told that the changes were a painful, agonizing thing inflicted upon social and sexual deviants; a punishment for their wrong way of thinking and behaving. But Esther had been a shining example of what she'd been taught, and yet here she was with her body altering and sexualizing more and more by the minute. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel bad, and odds were if Esther had not been brought up to hate and loathe the sort of thing she was becoming she might actually enjoy it.

No, that was a lie. She WAS enjoying it. There were parts of Esther that were absolutely delighted with what was happening. The way her cock and pussy throbbed every time she thought of herself as something dirty or slutty, or thought of something sexual. She wanted to embrace the limbless girl, feel what it was like to have Maxine's four tits smashed up against her three, wanted to wrap her lips around one of her elongated, teat-like nipples, wondered what it would feel like to...

Esther gasped as her nipples tingled. Already erect from the cool water and her arousal she felt a similar sensation to the one in her still-swelling dick. Her eyes widened and Esther ducked her head under water to stop a scream as she realized precisely who was directing her changes. Her alterations were responding to her own thoughts and actions somehow. The first changes may have been something random or planned, but just about everything since her massive sack and balls were related to Esther's own thoughts and desires.

Though she prided herself on a body that would not entice others into deviance, she had been somewhat jealous of Edna's curves, though not her height. She'd idly daydreamed on occasion about what it would be like to have a bigger bust, to have more tit than even her sister sported. That was the exact wording of her thoughts on the matter 'more tit,' and now not only did she have more tit, but she had more tits. If she weren't so shocked or horrified she might have laughed.

Her cock had appeared when she'd rubbed a sore spot at the base of her spine and enjoyed the relief that was felt; relief that soon blossomed into outright pleasure and from pleasure to sexual bliss. Her hair had fallen away as she was annoyed at her inability to wash the delicious cum from it. The thought made Esther wince, despite all that had happened she still wasn't comfortable with the way she had hungrily lapped up her own cum, like a dog.

She quickly drove the thought from her mind, not wanting to add animalistic features to her already grotesque array of alterations. After all, her body continued to change according to Esther's own thoughts, whims, and idle fantasies. She'd wanted tits like the four-breasted girl that had shown up, and a cock like her large, muscular, horned friend, and now her assets were growing to provide exactly those things. Esther shuddered, what the hell was wrong with her; that would make her want to have large, hideous, freakish, disgusting... sexy, sensual, mouth-watering additions.

Her thoughts seemed to slip away from her more often the further she changed from her original self, the more her mutations had to corrupt her... her... a choked sob escaped Esther's throat, not muffled, but it went unnoticed by the two newcomers who were deeply caught up in their own pleasures. Esther felt sick to her stomach as she thought back over her past, over things she felt; emotions, faint stirrings in her loins, half-remembered dreams.

She truly was a cum-guzzling mutant whore, and she'd always been that way. She had just done all she could to suppress her urges, her fantasies, and her desires, burying them under a tide of anger, loathing, and disgust. Deep down she was enjoying what happened to her, not merely enjoying it, delighting in it, getting pleasure from it. Being transformed sexually excited Esther, each one of her additions and alterations turned her on more and more.

Esther leaned against the wall of the alley, panting hard. Even with her altered muscles it was still hard work carrying around her huge balls. She could swear they'd gotten bigger while she'd been in the pond. They didn't hang any lower, but they seemed to fill much more of her ballsack than they used to.

And not only was she hauling around bigger balls, but she was also sporting three huge tits that bounced pleasantly whenever she walked, as well as a throbbing erection that just about smacked her in the back of her head every time she took a step. Despite having just masturbated in the pond, Esther's body was already horny again and eager for more.

The two girls that she'd been following were probably long gone. But then again, Esther already knew where the Regina shelter was, and could make her way there on her own. Once it was clear that she'd most definitely lost them, Esther had slipped back into the familiar alleyways between mansions and estates; after all the other alleys had stinky things like dumpsters and garbage cans. The alleys she was familiar with were clean and swept out at least twice a weak, meaning that Esther could take a seat on her titanic testicles and take a breather.

Despite the effort it took, Esther found that she rather enjoyed walking. The discomfort she'd felt earlier had vanished. The bits of sunshine that filtered through the darkening clouds above felt delicious on her bare skin. The pavement and cobblestones beneath her feet oddly didn't bother her in the slightest. Every step made her breasts jiggle, her balls swing, and her cock sway. Her clean, pristine state had already been ruined by the plentiful lubrication that leaked from her male and female sexes alike.

To Esther's surprise she found that she didn't really care. A small smile appeared upon her face as she cupped two of her heavy breasts, feeling their wonderful weight. "Goddess, I love tits," she murmured, leaning back to press her member against the wooden fence behind her, resting her head atop the tip of her cock, delighting in the sensation of gooey warmth upon the back of her head.

She moaned softly as one of the nipples upon her head encountered her warm, slick pre and delighted in the sensation as she felt nipple and cockhead rub against one another. Mmm... and why not allow the mere nipples on her head to blossom out into full breasts? That would feel even better. More sensitive tit-flesh to rub, to caress, to bounce while she walked.

She could just picture herself with tits growing from her head, how sexy they looked. They looked much nicer than the bald head with nipples she sported at the moment. Esther thought it made her look kind of like a soccer ball. She began to rub the large, elongated nipples of her normal breasts as she felt a warm sensation spread over her skin, followed by a pleasant tingle.

"I am such a fucking freak..." Esther whispered softly, "A horny, mutant sex-fiend." She moaned as a spike of pleasure went though her as she spoke the words. "A fucking mutant freak sex-fiend that loves to talk dirty... such a dirty, dirty whore I am. Goddess, I wish I got do something with this third tit of mine, left all alone like... ah!"

Esther arched her back, her hips bucking at an incredible sensation. Faint emotions of anger and uncertainty began to stir within her, but Esther stuffed them into the dark corner of her mind that had so long held captive her lusts and fetishes, letting them grow and mutate in the darkness, taking root deep within Esther's subconscious and growing massive. Her own perversions had become wild and overgrown in her mind, and once the tiniest bit of light was cast upon them, they surged out of the darkness and strangled nearly everything else.

"S'what I get for being a stuck up, sexless prig," Esther moaned as she wrapped her fingers around her elongated, teat-like nipples. "Yes! Yes! That's exactly what I want!" she cried, gripping her middle breast, positioning the long, thick nipple so that she could take it into her mouth. Tears leaked from Esther's eyes, not in sorrow or anger or fear as they had before, but from sheer contented bliss. She felt whole, she felt complete, and she felt good for perhaps the first time that she could remember.

Esther moaned happily around the teat in her mouth as she felt her neck muscles shift subtly, to allow her to comfortably carry the additional weight of the added breasts upon her head. She could already feel them jiggling delightfully with each motion she made. She found herself wishing that she had someone to share her experience with, a lover that could help Esther explore her sexy altered form. She wanted to feel a pair of tits pressed up against her own, the added weight of a lover upon her balls, caressing hands on her cock and breast "hair", lustful lips pressed against her own.

But Esther didn't want a normal girl for a lover. She wanted someone else who had undergone alterations. Someone else who could understand what it was like to have both a cock and a cunt aching for attention at the same time. Her ideal lover would need breasts and a cock at the very least, as Esther was very, very eager to suck on both. Her mouth began to water even now at the thought of slurping up delicious cum. The very idea of it seemed almost enough to bring her to climax...

-o-

The freak wasn't one of the really gross ones that were made up entirely of breasts and cocks and other sex organs, but everything sexual about her had been blown up to obscene size. Three tits bigger than her head by a goodly margin, testicles the size of beachballs and a scrotum so big that she was sitting on it like a beanbag chair, nipples that stuck out so far the pervert could wrap her hands around them and not cover them entirely. But what really grossed Edna out was the fact that there were breasts on her head instead of hair, and they seemed to be GROWING as Edna watched.

"Eww. You couldn't do that somewhere else, you fucking freakshow? Couldn't do something constructive like fondling those beachballs out in the middle of the street and get run over by a carriage or something?" Edna growled.

The mutant's eyes fluttered and seemed to take a moment to focus on her.

"Did you hear me, you tit-sucking bitch? I told you to get the fuck out of here! Scram! Vamoose! Hit the road and take those oversized pumpkins you call nuts with you! Nobody wants your filthy spunk messing up the place!"

The woman blinked a few times and stared at Edna, the nipple she was sucking on popping from her mouth. The freak's eyes widened and she looked almost horrified.

"Yeah, that's right honey; you're getting off in public. The park is like three blocks that way. You can go and jack off there to your heart's content. They have people there that deal with the messes that the freakshow will make on occasion. If you splooge on my street, you fucking rugmunching bitch, then I'm going to make you lick it up with your tongue!"

She looked like she was about to say something, but Edna's words seemed to hit her like a slap to the face. Or... something else. Her head snapped back, but her hips thrust forward, a strange squishy, wet, churning sound coming from her, followed by another squishy, wet sound and an eruption of an incredible amount of semen.

Edna yelped and covered her head with her arms. She didn't feel any of it go on her, as a matter of fact most of the stuff splattered onto the fence or up in the air, landing back on the mutant, who seemed to delight in it. She opened her mouth and giggled happily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strong smelling stuff.

"Goddammit it, you clumsy cunt!" Edna cursed, "Do you fucking know how much these clothes are worth? If you'd gotten anything... on... them..."

Edna's words trailed off as the mutant's expression turned angry and she stood up. Edna's big mouth had gotten her into trouble again. The woman had looked smaller sitting down, especially with those overlarge assets. She loomed over Edna, who stood essentially face to cum-covered breast with her.

"I thought I beat calling me clumsy out of you when you were twelve, dickhead!" Esther snarled.

Edna's eyes went wide. She sputtered, her mind working to match up the voice and the facial features of her sister up with the towering transformee that stood in front of her.

"Y-you're not..." Edna stammered. She'd always found herself uncomfortable with mutant freaks, Esther had always tried to gross out her little sister with pictures of them from magazines or the newspaper. Edna had always harbored a fear that she might be attacked by one of them. They were almost like wild animals, after all. Unable to control their sexual urges.

"Don't believe me, you sawed-off little dickhead?" Esther said, taking a step forward, her angry face suddenly breaking out into a smile, eyes gleaming with a wicked idea. "That might work... it might be just the right size for my pussy now..."

"W-what?" Edna stammered, taking a step back, her designer shoe slipping in her sister's thick, slick seed, sending her sprawling onto all fours. Edna yelped as bits of semen splattered onto her blouse and skirt. Not to mention her hands were soaked with the stuff.

"Oh yuck!" she virtually squeaked.

"Oh it's only going to get worse!" Esther said with a giggle.

Edna looked up to see her sister turning away from her. No, not turning away from her, spinning; spinning very fast. Esther's hefty ballsack struck Edna right in the face, sending her sprawling, the thick puddle of seed cushioning her landing somewhat.

"Oh goddess, it's in my hair!" she murmured as she lay on her back, somewhat stunned.

"It's going to be more than your hair, little sister! I know how you just ADORE your hair like the dedicated little slut you are. Making sure it's all perfect, not a hair out of place. So let me help you with a nice cream rinse!"

Edna stared up blankly at Esther as her sister stood over her and turned. Edna opened her mouth to protest as those two huge balls rested down atop her legs. They were so big and heavy, they pinned her in place. She had no idea what Esther was going to do. Edna gawked in horror at the three foot long cock that was dripping a mix of semen and precum down onto her designer blouse. Edna sat up and tried to shove her sister off, but she couldn't get a good grip on Esther's cum-covered skin. Her hands just slid off and allowed the mutant to grab her by the hair.

"Be gentle!" Esther said with a giggle, "This is my first time, after all!"

Edna hadn't even noticed what lurked between her sister's legs. She hadn't gotten a good look at it. It was weird and swollen and thick, everything oversized. It looks more like some plastic-molded sex toy than an actual set of genitals.

"But I don't know what it will be like for you. You've always been a whore, always slutting up your appearance. And you've always been an idiot and a dickhead, so I have no idea what's going to happen with you. That was the part that really freaked me out, letting all the things I wanted hidden boiling to the surface. The first thing I did was lick up all the cum I sprayed out from my first climax. But you've got a better deal, don't you?"

Edna whimpered softly, getting her face free to her nose, but the air felt cold and uncomfortable on her skin after the sweet, wet warmth of her sister's depths. Her tits were as big as Esther's now, and her balls had caught up to them in size. Esther had been right, they felt so good. So wonderfully, terribly good. And Edna found herself wanting to lap up Esther's juices. Her tongue poked from her lips and began to instinctively lap at Esther's golf ball-sized clitoris. Edna was rewarded for her effort by a tightening of Esther's pussy muscles that felt... rather nice. Kind of like a hug mixed with Olga sucking on her nipple. The delicious, tingly sweetness spread across Edna's tongue and she found herself shoving her head back into her sister, eager to get closer to the source.

"Y-yeah, you're an old pro at licking pussy aren't you? H-hanging out with Maude and Marion at school. Creepy fucking twins. Everybody knows how into each other they are, and I bet they taught you a thing or two. Goddess, I'm so jealous. But I guess I don't have to be, eh sis? We're going to fuck all the time now, I'm sure. You'd just love that, wouldn't you, you fucking ditzy dickhead?"

Edna's body arched and she crammed her head as far as it would go into her sister. It felt good this time, so very, very good. Better than rubbing her balls, better than playing with her breasts, better even than having Olga's untrained tongue practice what the Merryside twins had taught her. It was even better than having the twins sucking on her nipples and fingering her, working over her clit with a buzzing little egg shape.

Her balls and breasts were getting so big now, they were beginning to push Esther's aside. She supposed she ought to feel cramped, ought to find it hard to breathe. But it all felt so natural, so comfortable. She couldn't imagine anything better in the world than having her head stuffed into her sister's big, sopping, sweet, drooling pussy, lapping up her sweet juices while Esther's muscular womanhood massaged her so sweetly.

"Mmm... that's a good dickhead." Esther giggled as Edna's struggles ceased. She leaned back and turned her head, lapping hungrily at her dick. "Goddess you feel so good, sis. We should've fucked ages ago. Don't you think?"

Her incestuous lover could only murmur softly in agreement as building sensation drove all thoughts from her head. She loved the way her body felt now, her massive breasts so soft and sensitive to the touch, her ballsack so smooth and sweet to rub, the weight of her sister's own sack atop her own feeling so delightful. But what felt the best was her head, oddly enough. She couldn't have ever imagined she'd feel anything like this.

She ran her tongue up and down her sister's walls, stopping for a few moments at the bottom to give some attention to her clitty, loving the way it made her wiggle and squirm. It made her feel all tingly inside from her head down to her groin and into her balls. Her fear and anger faded away until the memory of them baffled her. Why had she ever been afraid of something that felt so good? Why would she be angry for having her sexy big sister show her these fun things? She licked faster and faster, giggling as she made it hard for Esther to talk.

"Oh goddess, oh sis, oh you fucking dickhead... th-that's all you're good for. Using your head for a f-fucking dick... you d-dickhead you're g-gonna m-make me... c-c-c..."

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