Lab Accident 2 - Reproducible

(Warning: just like the first Lab Accident, here there be freakiness.)



The iron gate creaked as Theresa swung it open, navigating Olivia's wheelchair up the steps to the front door of Dr. Hill's rowhouse. It was the middle of the day and civilian traffic was blessedly low, giving the girls a rare chance at a private moment outside.

Theresa did her best to ignore the stares, the mumbled comments and occasionally the screams, and generally just tried to go out as little as possible. She looked back at the massive, billowing skirt covering the second torso jutting out from where her buttocks should have been, curving down several feet behind her into a second pair of legs bent at the waist, like a human centaur.

She could feel the pendulous swaying of the four breasts on her lower torso as she walked, swinging like grotesque udders, and the gelatinous bobbing of the basketball-sized rack that adorned her chest. Olivia had drained them before the pair left, but in a few hours all six of her breasts would be tight, swollen and aching with milk.

Olivia had an easier time hiding her mutated form but found herself more restricted. The wheelchair hid the fact that she no longer had legs, but rather a long, fleshy, serpentine tail. Baggy shirts and sweaters hid three large breasts and a second pair of arms, which were often used simply to hold down the two long cocks which sprouted from above her pussy.

"So why do you think Dr. Hill messaged us?" Theresa was awkwardly trying to manoeuvre her arms around her jiggling bust, which bounced up and down AND left to right with each step, dragging her thick nipples against the front of her dress.

"Not sure, but it sounded important." Olivia was sweating, not from the heat, but from her libido. Theresa had problems with her erogenous zones, but there was literally no part of Olivia's body that wasn't almost painfully sensitive to stimulation, and she spent most of the day on a slow burn of arousal. "Maybe he- err, she, found a way to cure us?"

They rang the doorbell. There was a brief commotion of noise from inside, a pause, and then the door opened a crack. Theresa coughed. "Dr. Hill? It's us."

"Olivia? Theresa? Is that you? Come in, quickly."

The two girls were immediately taken back as they entered the front hallway by two things; the dishevelled, bizarre appearance of their former supervisor, and the thick gobs of drying and fresh cum that covered the house.

The explosion had transformed Dr. Thomas Hill from a late-twenties man into a tiny, adorable girl who, if not for her absurd figure, would not have looked more than sixteen. Enormous breasts curved from her slim chest, and her wasp waist curved out into a massive, heart-shaped ass. Her pretty face was slightly marred by deep bags under her eyes, but moreso than that the erotic effect of her figure was marred by her more bizarre mutations.

A foot of cock swung limply from her groin, slapping into an oddly-shaped scrotum that, on closer inspection, held eight grapefruit-sized testicles, impeding her walking as it hung nearly to her knees. The girls knew that erect, her penis stood a proud three feet long, and so thick two hands couldn't hope to encircle it.

Two more dicks, these ones erect, sprouted from her breasts where her nipples should be, bobbing eight inches away from the quivering mounds. Her hands were moving in slow, deliberate motions, jerking them off even as she led the girls into the lounge room. The furniture in there was caked in even more cum, and the girls very carefully navigated through. Dr. Hill plopped down into a puddle on the couch without a second thought, tugging at her tit-cocks shamelessly.

"Okay, I don't have a lot of time to talk, so first thing: It's Tammy now, for the moment. Please excuse the mess; I haven't had time to clean up." She lay back, jacking her tits off faster, moaning as her breastflesh jiggled. "I've-mmm-figured out a way that we'll aah!- be able to go back out in public again."

The girls perked up, the excitement of that news cutting through the fog of lust building in their brains watching the doctor pleasure herself. "You found a cure!?"

She sighed slightly, inbetween moans. "Noooh aah, nooo. We're ssstuck like this. But I had a'other idea..." She rolled her eyes as her speech started to slur. "Touh' I 'ad mo' tie' dan da'..."

The girls watched in rapt attention as Tammy's tongue poked out of her mouth, unmistakably a half-flaccid penis, and started to swell before their eyes until it was as long and thick as her tit-cocks, stretching out her tiny, pretty lips.

Olivia couldn't resist any more, slithering off the chair, a pair of arms peeling off her shirt to reveal the twin foot-and-a-half lengths of her cocks, jacking one with one hand and rubbing her juicing pussy with the other.

Reaching Tammy, she curled out her forked tongue and wrapped it around the doctor's tongue-cock, tugging it in strong, slow strokes. Her top pair of arms pressed her rack together as Tammy's tit-cocks nestled in her dual cleavage and her bottom pair stroked up and down the length of her twitching dicks.

"Thith feelth good, Doctor," she lisped, her slitted eyes twinkling as she grinned, "but Theretha ith going to go mad if all thee can do is watth..."

Theresa was panting and moaning, rubbing her front pussy desperately. She was utterly dependent on Olivia for all of her relief, as she could neither milk her hanging breasts nor reach her rear pussy. She responded to the offer with a delighted moan, Olivia slithering back to let Theresa straddle the doctor's lap.

Tammy's main cock started to swell as Theresa pressed the heat of her pussy against it, and she guided it between her titanic tits as it grew to its full height. "Give me a hand here, Tammy, squish them together..."

Tammy let a muffled moan out through the tight seal of her lips as she began to maul Theresa's bounteous breastflesh. Tammy's tits lay atop Theresa's, and she reached for the nipples and began to stroke them even as she ducked her head in to take Tammy's tongue-cock down her throat.

Olivia slithered underneath Theresa, sliding one cock into her rear pussy and the other between her swinging lower tits, grabbing them and squeezing them, giving a contented purr as hot milk dripped onto her body.

The trio rutted, groaning and sweaty, thrusting and rubbing and squeezing until Tammy started to whine, desperately trying to be heard through the obstruction in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum from every single cock in her body, her ballsack tightening up and her muscles straining. Her tits jiggled and the back of her throat pulsed as those three cocks unleashed their payload, but her main cock just tightened, straining, her stomach muscles spasming until it finally erupted in a fountain of thick spunk.

It didn't take long for the other two to join her, and soon the girls lay panting in a pile of cum-covered, heaving flesh. Tammy rolled over, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. "That was amazing. I haven't been able to satisfy myself since the accident."

Olivia giggled, turning over and propping herself up on her elbows to look at Tammy. "So, what did you want to tell us? If you haven't found a cure, what have you found?"

"An idea, I guess. I mean, we can't function properly because we're not normal. There's no way for us to change back, so if we change what's normal..."

The two girls stared at her for a moment. Olivia drew back on her tail. "Doct- Tammy, are you suggesting what I think? You want to do this to other people?"

Tammy immediately went on the defensive, stuttering. "Well I- I just, it's, you know, I mean, it's not all bad, right, it feels good, it's just-"

Tammy reached into a box on the table, drawing out what looked like two remote controls. "I managed to miniaturise the cold fusion tech from my reactor – fortunately bursts of energy are a lot easier to generate than a sustained reaction, even when you're designing it ten minutes at a time with an erection. Or four. One click of this and whoever's in front of it should get a burst of the same radiation that transformed us."

Olivia sniffed, scraping cum off of her tail and coiling back into the wheelchair. "Tammy, that's sick. You're sick. I know living like this sucks, but what you're proposing is- it's rape! I think we're done here."

"Think about it!" Tammy was almost screaming now, pleading. "A whole city like us! You wouldn't have to go outside and feel like a freak!"

Olivia set herself back up in the chair, but noticed that Theresa had sat down on the couch, her front legs kneeling. "Theresa? You're not coming? You think she's right?"

Theresa looked down sadly at her absurd chest, shifting her rear awkwardly as she tried to get comfortable. "I'm tired of being called a freak, and the screams and stuff. She is right – it feels good, most of the time, it just sucks not being normal."

Olivia looked back and forth between the two, and sniffed. "Fine. I'll make my own way home." Tammy sighed.

"I'll take you down the steps, if that's what you really want." Olivia didn't notice Tammy slip something into the bag on the back of her chair before she left.


Theresa walked dejectedly back into the house after watching her friend start to wheel herself home. Tammy was already on the phone.

"...and a large pepperoni, extra cheese. Yeah, we'll get a soda too, thanks. See you." She turned back around to Theresa. "Okay, so we should have a test subject in about fifteen."

Theresa sat herself down again, wincing as her lower breasts pressed into the floor – they were already starting to fill up again and become uncomfortable. "The pizza guy?"

Tammy nodded. "Or girl, I'm not picky and I'd like to get a sample of a couple of each, see what sort of transformations this burst of energy can cause." She sat down next to the humantaur's flank, rearranging her legs around her bloated scrotum and thick cock. "So what's the first thing you're going to do once you can walk around outside properly again? I'm going to go to a restaurant, I think."

Theresa sighed, hefting her breasts to check their weight, judging how long it would be until they needed milking. "I don't know about this, Tammy. It seems wrong to inflict this sort of inconvenience on someone else."

"It won't be inconvenient when everyone else feels the same way. Imagine – people will just be able to masturbate in public, because everyone's cool with the fact that our bodies need sex. Nobody will think we're freaks. Hell, people will be happier when we're more focused on fucking than fighting."

Theresa nodded, uneasily. The pair sat and made small talk for a little while, Tammy enjoying the reprieve from the needs of her body for a short while. Her main cock was just starting to rally back when the doorbell rang.


Elise sighed, shuffling her feet and staring at the porch roof holding the pizza bag. She hated driving duty but at least the tips made up for it. She heard the door open and dropped her head, putting on her best glassy smile, only to be greeted with a flash of blue light.

Her legs went weak, and she nearly dropped the pizza until it was taken from her hands, a blurry shape leading her into the hall and closing the door behind her. Her body was heating up, her wobbly legs on fire and her sizeable breasts almost as hot. She was sat down in a chair, blinking away the spirals in her vision until she could make out the two people above her.

She shrank back when they swam into focus. The small, cute girl in front of her was peering at her over what was unmistakeably a huge penis sticking out of her mouth, but before she could react further she felt a tight, squirming sensation from between her legs. Her shorts were feeling constrictive, the crotch pressing against her tightly and growing worse with every passing moment.

There was a sickening, sucking feeling, and ignoring where she was she pulled her shorts down, screaming at the sight that greeted her. Her legs had closed together at the tops of her thighs, and her pussy was nowhere to be seen. The join in her legs rapidly progressed down, pushing the now-loose shorts down as they fused together until all that was left of her legs and feet was a fleshy stalk.

It thickened up until it was the same width the whole way down, what had been her feet beginning to swell further, pressure building up, along with more pressure in her chest. She felt a gurgle through her breasts, watching them rise like bread dough under her shirt.

Screaming, she pitched forward, suddenly finding her legs not only fused together but unresponsive, landing on her stomach and watching as her cleavage spread out gelatinously underneath her as she swelled. Pangs of pain came from what had been her legs, along with a sickening creeping feeling down the length like something was pushing its way down.

She heaved herself over, swinging her breasts to get momentum, and moaned as the impact of the fleshy mounds against the carpet sent a buzz of pleasure all through her body. Another rocketed through her as she curled up, dragging her leg-trunk across the carpet until she could sit up, her back propped against the wall, finally able to see over her breasts which now spread across her lap, her shirt long having given up.

The sight made her jaw drop. From the waist down her legs had transformed into an enormous penis, the head starting to swell out of its foreskin, gripping her whole body with paralysing sensation as it rubbed and grinded against the carpet pile.

She panted, her head swimming as half her body tightened up, her legs now a rigid trunk of cock that pulsed and throbbed like a regular size one with her beach-ball sized breasts resting on top of the base like a bizarre scrotum, topped with tiny nipples that hadn't grown at all with her tits.

It was pulsing even harder now, pulling her around with each throb and making her steady herself, straining to hold up her bloated bulk with just her arms. It was on fire, new muscles up her back and stomach flexing with her impending orgasm. Theresa and Tammy looked on in shock as their new creation started to cum.


Olivia wheeled herself back into the front foyer of their apartment block, panting and red-faced both from the exertion and from biting down on the spasms of pleasure as she gripped her twin cocks close to her body.

Rich was down there, picking up his mail. Their next-door neighbour, Rich was a pleasant, attractive man in his early twenties with short blond hair and a slim build. Before her accident, Olivia had rather fancied him. Now, even just being around him embarrassed her.

"Olivia! How are you?" She mumbled something in return, trying to hide her pointed teeth. He pointed back toward the end of the foyer.

"The elevators broke down while you were out. Don't worry, though, I'll give you a hand back upstairs."

Grateful for the assistance, even with her body screaming to fuck him, she gave him a small smile. The trip up the stairs was tedious and uneventful until the final stair, when the last bump jolted something that fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Whoops! Don't worry, Olivia, I'll grab it."

"Grab what?" She tried to turn around in the chair, her eyes going wide. "Wait, Rich, DON-"

The rest of her sentence was cut off by a blue flash, and Rich falling to the ground. Checking they were alone, she slithered out of her wheelchair and dragged him back into her apartment.


Rich slowly awoke on an unfamiliar couch, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He felt...  Odd. Heavy, sore, along with another sensation he didn't recognise that crept at the edge of his consciousness. He shifted his thighs and shuddered as it flared up in his groin. With that it was as if his body woke up, twinges of sensation firing from unfamiliar areas.

"Olifia? What ha-" He stopped, both at the feeling of his lips and strange pitch of his voice. Reaching up he realised his lips were swollen up, thick and slimy like he was wearing lip gloss. He then caught sight of his hand, slender and soft with long delicate nails, like a woman's.

Panicking, he went to sit up, and became aware of the heavy weight on his chest. A questing hand slammed into the underside of a soft, fleshy mound, setting jerking motion all throughout his chest. Bolting upright, he looked down and watched a massive wave of breast flesh rise up and come down against his chest and stomach with a resounding slap, sending tremors through his body and forcing a moan from his lips.

He hefted them; biting down a rush of pleasure as his slim hands sank into the pillowy flesh. Larger than he'd ever seen in his life, they had his incredibly pale skin and freckles, and also bore a tracing of blue veins. His nipples had expanded immensely, as wide as bottle caps, an inch long and bright pink.

Wiggling, he pulled them apart to stare down between them and almost choked. His waist cinched down impossibly, and at its narrowest had to scarcely be wider than his neck had been before he transformed. It flared out into gigantic curved hips with thick thighs that tapered down into slim legs that seemed almost too small to carry such curves.

Most shocking was his penis, now a distant memory. Spreading his pale thighs apart, he saw it had been replaced with a clitoris that bulged out of its hood obscenely, easily the size of a golf ball, his new pussy drooling underneath into a damp puddle on the couch, the bloated lips glistening. He pushed his thighs together again and nearly squealed as the sensitive folds grated against each other, lubricated by the slick juices that coated them. Hanging off the couch and collecting in a pile was a thick curtain of curly, bright red hair.

He was impossible, some sort of adolescent fuck-fantasy of what a woman looked like and, he realised laying there in a slowly spreading puddle of his own arousal, what a woman acted like. He was so impossibly horny it almost outweighed the terror.

Gathering up his tits in his arms he tried to get up, and found it more difficult than he'd first thought. His massive chest and tiny waist gave him a tenuous centre of balance counterbalanced only by the huge globes of his ass cheeks that jiggled out in a shelf behind him. Even worse was his first step forward, with his weighty legs pressing his pussy together and dragging the lips together, almost sending him tumbling to the ground as he jumped in shock and set his swollen body jiggling and bouncing.

"O-Olifia? Are you there?!" Bubbly and perky. The voice of a bimbo to go with the body of a bimbo, it combined with his barely-contained panting and the impediment of his giant lips to announce to the world how much he needed cock.

Olivia took a deep breath, and slithered out into the front room. Rich's new body came as no great shock; she'd watched with baited breath as he transformed in his sleep. He, on the other hand, nearly choked at the site of her reptilian body.

"Olifia! Wha' happened?"

She began to explain about the lab explosion, about how she and the others had changed, and about her visit to Tammy earlier in the day, while Rich carefully made his way into the bathroom.

"And she must have, I don't know, slipped one of the remotes into my bag, Rich, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean this to happen..."

He was inspecting his eyes in the mirror; his skin pigmentation had apparently changed to give him natural deep eyeliner and shadowed sockets, rouged cheeks and deep red stick on his cocksucking lips just as a final kick in the teeth from the cartoon slut's body he was trapped in now. He hadn't stopped dripping either, a new puddle forming on the tiles between his feet, and his mouth had decided to join the party as well, his lips and chin slick with drool.

"Well I' happened Olifia!" He turned on his heel, forgetting himself as his tits tried to keep going and his ass slammed into the vanity table behind him. "Wha' am I thuppothed to do now? And don' think I can' thee thothe!"

Olivia was ashamed to admit what Rich's new body was doing to her, and unfortunately with no clothing or blanket she was hard-pressed to do anything to disguise her arousal. Rich wiped his mouth, then gathered up his breasts from where they hung down to past his navel.

"Is this all I'm good fo'? You thinking of thticking them between thethe ridiculous fucking tit-th? Fucking me like a bimbo whoh'? Th-thhoving your cock inthide me... D-down my throa'..."

Olivia heard the pitter-pat as Rich started dripping even harder, flushed underneath his natural rouge, pawing at one of his breasts as his thighs rubbed together. He tried licking his lips to clear off the strings of drool but found his tongue too short and wet, only adding to the sheen of spit.

"O-Olifia... What'th wrong with me, I need it tho badly, I need to be f-fucked..."

Olivia slithered over to him, wrapping one pair of arms around his tiny waist and placing the others on his shoulders. "It's the mutation, Rich. Just be thankful it's so easy to get off for you – Theresa can't even reach one of her pussies."

"Tho it's all okay then?" He wailed. "I can' thtop thinking about your cockth, Olifia! I try to focuth," he stopped, wiping the drool from his mouth again, "but my puthy jutht keeps begging to be filled!"

His legs were shaking, and had it not been for his thick thighs his knees would be knocking together. Olivia bit her own lip with a pointed fang, her cocks straining to cum as she watched the new girl struggle with the demands of her body. Rich turned around, crushing his tits against her.

The pair collapsed out into the front room, locked in a desperate kiss, Olivia's four hands roaming all over Rich's mutated body, grasping at his wobbling ass, his impossibly thin waist, running through the curtain of hair that hung to the floor. Rich contented himself with grinding against her, then pushing her into the lounge chair and straddling her. Her first cock slid up into Rich's pussy with the barest hint of resistance, the overlubricated lips accepting it like a hand in a glove.

As soon as she was deep inside him he seemed to tighten up, clamping down on her pole and making her nearly scream. His breasts hung down around her second cock, inviting her to squeeze them together to create a cleft to fuck.

She barely had to thrust with Rich's insides writhing up and down the length of her cock, and was content to lie back, moaning, jacking her other cock off with his tits. He snapped forward with orgasm after orgasm, spit dripping from his gaping mouth under his dazed eyes. Olivia drew back and thrust once, the slickness of his vagina greasing her way, and was rewarded with Rich losing control, flailing and screaming with an even more powerful cum.

Rich came countless times before Olivia finally did, groaning as she shot hot cum up into his pussy and across his face and cleavage. He desperately scooped it up and slurped it into his mouth, falling back and screaming as a final, extra-powerful orgasm overtook him, leaving him unconscious for a few moments.

His eyelashes fluttered as he groaned back into consciousness. The worst of the need had been sated, but his pussy still dripped and his skin tingled with pleasure. He still felt empty inside. Olivia stretched, drawing him in close with her four arms.

"Olifia, I-I thtill need it... It wathn' enough. I need a bigger cock!"

Olivia knew exactly what he needed.


Theresa crouched over Elise's cock-body, pressing her hanging boobs either side of the massive shaft using her legs, rocking back and forward. Their massive breasts rubbed together, Theresa leaking milk over Elise's tiny nipples. Elise suddenly screamed, her body tightening up, her boobs wobbling as she shook, preparing to cum. She gripped her boobs tight and squeezed them as a gout of cum burst from her cock, the eye distending to pump out a gallon of spunk with just her first shot.

Tammy raised her legs, letting the flood spread under her chair, fiddling with a remote her lap that rest on the base of her flaccid cock before snapping it back together with an exultant yell.

"Fantastic! This thing should be all ready now." She looked over at Theresa's rear as it flexed, her powerful legs squeezing more cum out of Elise. "How is she?"

Theresa turned around, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "Insatiable! This is the fourth time she's cum and she's still hard!" Her breasts were tight with milk and both pussies were dripping wet.

Tammy threw on her large coat, checking that it covered her body. "Leave her be, then. Come on, I want to test out the modifications to the remote."

Theresa looked down sadly at the girl. She was practically immobile and incapable of pleasuring her mutated body – she couldn't reach her nipples, and her cock was too huge for any sort of stimulation she could do to work. Elise whimpered every time her body throbbed.

"P-please... I need to cum..."

"We can't leave her like this, Tammy. You go. I'll try and calm her down."

Tammy shrugged and headed out. She didn't have time to argue. Just in front of her house were a happy couple taking an afternoon walk, from who, Tammy gleefully hid behind the hedge, pointing her remote at them as they passed and sending a thin beam of light at each of them in turn.

The man was the first to stop, a pleasant-looking slim blonde who grabbed the fence as his legs wobbled. His girlfriend rushed to hold him but he fell forward out of her arms, bracing himself up from the sidewalk, trembling on useless legs.

She bent over to help him and gasped as her pants stretched tight over her ass. The fabric creaked, even when she bent back up, her hands flying to her swelling rump. On the ground, the man flipped over, the front of his shirt starting to bulge out with a pair of breasts, his hair growing out and flowing down his shoulders in long blond locks.

Tammy crouched down further to ensure they couldn't see her, feeling the pulse against the back of her teeth as her tongue started to grow erect watching the scene. The man's pants bulged and swelled as he grabbed his new breasts, starting to split along some of the side seams, pale flesh bulging from the tears.

He screamed as they shredded apart, his legs tumbling apart into masses of fleshy tendrils that whipped about until they settled in a heap on the ground in front of him. Each one was wrist-thick and tipped with a swollen, bulbous glans, giving him two dozen writhing cocks all dripping with precum.

His girlfriend had staggered back, still grabbing her ass. The seat of her pants had given way and now her panties were struggling to stretch over two enormous cheeks. She squealed as they suddenly surged out, two lumps growing out from the bottom of the cheeks that quickly formed into feet. They stretched down until a second pair of legs sat just behind her first ones. They stumbled back as the new torso started to lengthen until she had a humantaur body like Theresa.

Unlike Theresa her breasts stayed the same size. Instead, both of her clitorises began to grow out and thicken, changing shape before her eyes. Her rear pussy lips swelled up at the same time to become a hanging pair of testicles for the massive cock still swelling from between her rear legs. The front one just grew up above its drooling pussy.

Losing control of her rear legs she fell back onto the asphalt, huge cock bobbing up and down as it grew beyond her front waist, wider around than her thigh, with a pair of melon-sized balls lay heavily on the ground below it. Her other cock reached up to just below her breasts, and only as thick as her wrist.

The octopus creature that had been her boyfriend moaned, pulling herself along by her arms as her cock-tentacles flailed uselessly. Gradually she began to push herself using them as she gained greater control over her new limbs until she sat in front of her girlfriend, grinning and raising a few of them up to coil around the enormous trunk of the humantaur's penis.

A small crowd was gathering as the mutated couple started to fuck with abandon. Tammy grinned, and twisted a dial on the remote.


Olivia and Rich carefully made their way back to Tammy's house. Rich had draped himself in a makeshift toga made out of a bed sheet, wrapped up between his thighs to soak up his juices and hopefully take a little pressure off his pussy lips. Walking was still a struggle, and he had to frequently stop to try and recover his composure. By the time they rounded the corner to Tammy's street he was flushed and trembling, the sheet around his pussy soaked through, strings of drool dripping from his mouth and chin.

The scene before them on the sheet left them speechless. A tangle of orgiastic flesh writhed on the asphalt, easily a dozen people, all women, all in various states of mutation. A girl whose forearms had morphed into giant cocks dragged one between one of the sets of cleavage of a girl whose body was ringed with massive breasts, while the other was tugged and pleasured by the enormous tongue of a third girl.

Six of the eight arms of a woman whose body had morphed into a sort of human spider were busy rubbing the half-dozen penises sprouting from another woman's crotch, one working away at her own pussy and the other rubbing the soccer-ball sized clit spreading apart the thighs of a third woman. She groaned, tugging away at her enormous nipples, kissing the face of another girl whose mouth had been replaced by a vagina, her nose a bloated clitoris.

One girl who appeared to be about twelve feet tall lay back against the sidewalk cradling breasts too big even for her massive height, her nipples being sucked by a girl with two heads, four arms, four breasts and four legs. Another girl was locked in a threesome, apparently built for the activity as her back had become a copy of her front, giving her a second face and set of breasts on the back of her head and torso, and double-jointed arms and legs. Her partners were a dickgirl with testicles the size of a beanbag chair, and a girl whose massive breasts and udder burst with milk.

Olivia had to practically drag Rich past the scene, staring open-mouthed and rubbing himself. He whined and moaned the whole way until Olivia was able to bring him inside the house, slamming the door shut. He collapsed against the door, panting.

"P-pleathe, Olifia, I need it tho badly..."

He turned around and went slack again. Theresa was stepping off Elise's cock. Her breasts were painfully taut, bobbing against each other as they swung heavily with milk packed in so tightly it dripped from her nipples. Elise was still writhing, red in the face and looking up pleadingly at Theresa to cum, but the humantaur was too gripped by her own needs to continue.

A moan escaped Rich's mouth as his hands started rubbing even faster. A string of drool dripped from his bloated lips as the massive shaft throbbed, sending Elise's upper body bouncing, her boobs jiggling atop the base of the trunk coming down on the rigid meat with a fleshy slap.

Rich didn't even realise he was stripping off the toga, revealing his bimbo body in all its hourglass glory. Small phut sounds rose from the floorboards as the steady stream of juice from his pussy started hitting the ground, dripping even harder as he watched the massive, pulsing cock on the floor.

Olivia watched as Rich planted his plush ass right at the tip, already belching precum as Elise watched Rich's rack wobble back and forth. She considered pulling Rich back for a moment, too far gone to realise there was no way he could fit the huge cock inside himself, but the sight of what happened next left her stunned.

Rich rammed his pussy at the tip, and howled as rather than simply hit the tip, his pussy opened up as soon as they touched together. It started to expand as Rich wiggled his way down the head, his pussy actually swelling to cope with the meat he was stuffing inside it.

His hips widened as his legs spread apart to accept the monster. It wasn't long of course before the tip reached beyond his hips, but his body seemed to be prepared for that, too. It travelled through his tiny waist with just the barest hint of swelling, like his entire torso was nothing but a fuck-hole.

No longer wiggling, Rich practically foamed at the mouth with pleasure. Olivia noticed that he was still somehow working his way further down Elise's cock without actually moving, quickly realising that his torso was actually stretching, growing down the length of the cock until his waist formed a three-foot long cock sheath.

Olivia was broken out of staring at the absurd sight by Theresa staggering over to her, whining, desperately babbling to be milked. She took her spot underneath the girl and started working at her four lower tits while Theresa handled her top two, and the other mutant women fucked like they were made for one another. Milk splashed out onto the floorboards as Theresa groaned in ecstasy, massaging her aching breasts and shuddering, nearly losing footing.

"Where did Tammy go?"

"Ooh... I don't know... She saaaah-said she'd fixed up the remote to give it more range..."

The two stopped dead as they both turned their heads, watching the blue flash outside that engulfed the city.

Lab Accident - Research

(Warning: this entry is a fair bit freakier than my regular stuff.)

 

Olivia was the first to notice the changes, after the trio had picked themselves up out of the remnants of glassware and lab furniture.

An ill-advised foray into cold deuterium fusion had ended spectacularly, with the detonating reactor clearing out a large portion of the dusty old lab in which it was being constructed, along with bathing the immediate area in God-only-knew what sort of radiation from the wrong end of the electromagnetic spectrum.

The 80s brickwork and solid foundation meant that at least the blast and the radiation were contained to the lab, but that meant nothing for the professor and his long-suffering graduate students in nothing more than university casual and lab coats.

Dr. Hill immediately leapt over to check over the twisted metallic corpse of 5 years painstaking research, while Olivia and Theresa were more concerned with their immediate health.

It was as Olivia brushed herself off that she felt an odd sensation, a small wave of heat passing through her body coupled with a brief moment of nausea. None of them seemed to be injured; Theresa was fixing up her clothes and her blonde hair, Dr. Hill nearly in tears over the gnarled slabs of metal that used to be his cold fusion reactor.

Olivia stepped backwards to a bench that had survived the carnage and sat down, mopping her brow as she broke out into a cold sweat. It was strange, she knew she’d been exposed to radiation, but cold sweats weren’t a part of any radiation exposure symptoms she’d ever heard of.

Heat suddenly blossomed through her chest and down the sides of her body. Fearing the worst, she looked down her blouse but was relieved to see no evidence of a burn on her pale skin. The heat grew stronger, and Olivia shuddered as she felt her body relax. It was the strangest feeling, like when taut muscles grow limp with heat or under a strong hand, but suffused through her entire torso.

She looked up to check the others weren’t looking, and gave her chest an experimental poke. It felt squishy and soft, like there wasn’t even bone underneath her finger. Her eyes went wide as a second poke saw her finger sink in down to the first joint.

The heat intensified and she suppressed a yelp. Pressure began to build behind the bizarre skin of her chest, like an overfull stomach in her tits. She saw them throb with a jiggle and bloat up. She forced herself to stay calm and put a hand on one, to confirm she wasn’t seeing things. She wasn’t.

Her mounds were burning hot, and even as she watched they swelled up more and more. She was not the most well-endowed of girls, with her scrawny body and A cups, but now her tiny tits were growing before her eyes.

She grabbed a hold of them as her cleavage ballooned up in her blouse, and nearly jumped as they tingled with pleasure. Nerves multiplied along with her titflesh, turning the feeling of growth from unpleasant to erotic.

Theresa felt the same sensations flood her body as she fixed up her hair. The same as Olivia, her body heated up, growing soft and spongy around her more generous chest and her hips. The same clammy sweat, then the same bloated feeling of pressure, and finally the growth.

Her Cs started to expand like rising bread dough until tit bulged over the lip of her tube top, and her ass swelled up underneath her pencil skirt a full two inches out with no sign of stopping.

She looked over at Olivia and realised her friend was also grappling with a pair of expanding breasts and made her way over, her tits shaking and wobbling until she cradled them in her arms.

“Olivia! What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” She groaned as she felt the heat spread down her legs. “We’re dealing with completely untested forms of radiation; it’s like some sort of hyper-accelerated mutation.”

Theresa moaned as her chest split her tube top right down the middle and flopped out, her bloated breasts hanging to the bottom of her ribcage with no signs of stopping.

Dr. Hill stumbled back over to the girls, nearly howling with pain. His formerly masculine face had shrunk and padded out until he looked like a young, pretty girl, his short-cropped black hair exploding out from his scalp and already cascading to his swelling hips.

The girls momentarily forgot their own condition as they saw the young researcher morph into a woman before their eyes. Breasts budded and swelled on his chest as his body shrank, but his pants were a different story.

Rather than shrinking away, his cock had exploded out of his lab slacks, shredding down the fly in nearly ten inches of thick, erect glory and continuing to grow. His balls followed suit, pushing down what was left of his pants to fit a grapefruit-sized scrotum.

“It must be feeding off the energy the reactor dumped into us! It-AHH!”

Stabs of pain issued from the sides of her ribs, a little below her armpits. She felt a few tugs at the shirt her breasts were already filling.

Feeling underneath, she gasped as she felt two soft nubs forcing their way out of the flesh. Her discovery was accompanied by a tingle from between her breasts and a feeling of movement. Looking down her shirt revealed a nipple slowly rising from the skin.

Theresa’s ass had stopped growing out, but its backwards growth had only gotten faster, and soon her cheeks burst out the back of her skirt, a little over a foot across but sticking out more than a foot and a half forming a firm, jiggly column.

Dr. Hill’s cock was still swelling, now over a foot long and as thick as a soda can. His overtaxed ballsack strained with the weight of the testicles it was being forced to hold.

Olivia screamed as suddenly the shafts growing from under her armpits erupted, tearing the shirt in half with a second pair of arms, leaving only her bulging lab coat to cover the three jostling breasts perched on her chest.

Theresa reared back as she saw the extra arms under her friend’s coat, backing up and jumping as she felt her ass bump into the wall several feet behind her.

Her cheeks wobbled and pain lanced down the swollen length of her cheeks. Two lumps of the strange squishy flesh swung down from her ass cheeks and quickly lengthened down until they formed a second pair of legs. It was like a second torso had bent over and melded with her buttocks.

Olivia clumsily plunged her lower right hand down into her pants, groping about with the unfamiliar limb. Underneath her pussy and her bloating clitoris the tops of her thighs were growing hot. She pressed them together, but when she went to pull them apart she felt resistance. A questing finger told her that her legs were starting to join together, like a closing zipper.

She tried to take a step forward and screamed as her thighs refused to move apart, sending her tumbling forward. Turning over and sitting up let her see further down her legs as they closed together right down to the toes, which sank into her feet to form a single fleshy stalk.

Her four arms wheeled and desperately scrabbled as she pulled herself back along the floor, straining hard to try and pull her legs apart. All she succeeded in doing was thrashing what could only be described as her growing tail, and sending her three breasts bounding and jiggling.

Dr. Hill screamed as all of a sudden the pressure in his sack quadrupled and it blew up like a balloon as extra sets of balls filled the low-hanging swollen pouch. He felt his innards pulse and writhe, and watched in shock as his nipples, already distended and swollen, started to grow even faster, stretching and thickening until they hung six inches away from his giant tits.

He gasped as they started to harden. His insides were still squirming as they grew. He grabbed them out of shock, tugging them, surprised at how familiar the thickening shafts felt. He fell back onto his plush, curvy butt and started tugging them rhythmically.

As his small, smooth hands gripped them they kept swelling, changing shape, the end belling and forming a ridge with a pop until his hands were not tugging swollen nipples but the smooth skin of a pair of eight-inch penises that nearly buzzed with heat and erotic tension.

As the newly-minted woman tugged at the turgid cocks that graced her wobbling breasts, she made a small choking noise, opening her mouth as another growing cock forced its way out from behind her tiny perfect teeth.

She collapsed back against the shattered bench, jacking off the cocks that sprouted from her breasts even as the one between her legs swelled unchecked and her lips stretched around the final eight-incher protruding from her mouth.

Theresa struggled clumsily on her four legs. Her equilibrium was shattered, from her new form, the weight of her breasts still growing on her chest and in no small part from the sensations from both the swollen, drooling pussies between her two pairs of legs.

Even a single one of her mutated pussies would have been churning out an unbearable amount of sensation, and two was nearly sending her out of her mind with lust. Worse, she couldn’t even reach her rear pussy to try and relieve her lust.

Her breasts gurgled and a tremor passed through them, and suddenly their growth accelerated. It felt different, though; they felt heavier, more ponderous. She shook her chest from side to side and rather than jiggling the massive mounds... sloshed.

Her nipples and areolas expanded along with her breasts until the heavy mounds were easily bigger than basketballs, capped with nipples like salt shakers. She brought a hand up to squeeze one, and along with a rush of sensation that made both of her pussies juice, a stream of thick milk squirted from the end of her nipple.

Olivia had stopped trying to pull her legs apart as the thick tail grew out and tapered off at three times the length her legs had been. She was more concerned now with the two rigid shafts spreading out from above her pussy that pulsed with her panicked heartbeat.

Touching one made her gasp, and that made her tongue flick out of her mouth. It had thinned out slightly, but stretched out absurdly to make up for it, reaching down to the top curve of her centre breast and still growing.

Reflexively she twitched her muscles, and found the whole thing curling and flicking as it trailed down her body. The twin cocks sprouting from above her tail stayed relatively thin, no more than a man’s hand around but a full foot and a half long.

Her cocks stood in stark contrast to Dr. Hill, whose massive organ swelled a full three feet away from her crotch, thick enough around that her hands together couldn’t encircle it.

One of her hands was doing its best to jerk the titanic pole as the other stroked one of her nipple cocks, but it was so rigid and the skin so firm that her slim arm could barely move it.

Olivia shuddered as a wicked idea came over her. She pulled herself forward, testing her balance on her new tail. Her cocks bobbed and shook as she experimented with motion, and settled into a reflexive slither, her body bobbing from side to side as she crawled over to Dr. Hill.

Her big eyes looked up at Olivia as her tail curled around the base of the massive stalk, Olivia’s powerful muscles able to jerk it with ease as she sat back and grinned with pointed teeth at the tiny, over-endowed girl, a twinkle in her slitted eyes.

Dr. Hill’s hand left her main penis and focused on her neglected breast, jerking each of her nipples in a back and forth rhythm. Theresa stumbled over to the tangle of mutant flesh, eyes filled with desperation. To match her two milk-laden breasts, another set of four smaller tits had grown underneath the torso that linked her rear legs, each with four thick teats that dribbled milk.

Olivia smiled again, beckoning with a long pointed-nailed hand at the humantaur girl. Theresa stepped over the two of them, facing Olivia. Her front pair of legs dropped down to plunge nearly to the hilt onto one of Olivia’s writhing cocks, while the back pair presented themselves for the meat in Dr. Hill’s mouth, his cock pushed down between her hanging udders as Olivia wrapped her tail around them instead, squishing the huge cock between them and pulling them back and forward.

An ecstatic moan rose up from the trio. Two of Olivia’s hands caressed Theresa’s gargantuan tits, placing her other cock between them and squishing them together as rivulets of milk dripped down her serpentine body. The other two hands reached behind the girl’s front legs and gripped a pair of her lower tits, squeezing out even more of her cow-slut milk.

Dr. Hill was the first to lose her control. Her body went rigid and her balls tightened painfully as, all at once, the cock in her mouth started to pump a heavy load into Theresa’s rear pussy and her other three started shooting thick, creamy loads all over the girls, particularly her main cock which pumped out gallons of the stuff.

Theresa came next, her pussies clamping up around their thick invaders and her breasts losing their entire load of milk, gushing out in a torrent over the floor and Olivia. Olivia’s orgasm arrived almost anticlimactically after the thorough and messy ones of her friends, but her tail uncurled and twitched as her twin cocks emptied their load into Theresa and all over her face

Olivia collapsed back, the full length of her body unfolding across the slimy milk and cum mixture that covered the lab floor. Dr. Hill fell back as well, her cocks finally going blessedly soft until her main cock rested across her sack onto the floor and she could finally breathe around the large dick into which her tongue had transformed. Theresa staggered back, the afterglow disorienting her until she sank to her knees, resting her still weighty breasts on a nearby fallen bench.

The bomb and hazmat squads found them this way, asleep, drained by their transformations.

Olivia and Theresa did their best to slip back into what they could cobble together of a normal life. Olivia took to using a wheelchair to hide the body of the three-breasted hermaphrodite snake goddess with which she’d been cursed, her arms and cocks hidden under baggy sweaters, wearing cosmetic contacts and smiling rarely.

Theresa had no choice but to bear the stares and shocked whispers as she walked her cumbersome humantaur body through the streets.

Even more debilitating than their appearances though were the demands of their mutated bodies. Both girls were shockingly sensitive – Olivia’s entire body had become an overactive erogenous zone, and while Theresa wasn’t as sensitive all over all six of her bloated breasts tingled with sensation and her pussies were on hair triggers.

Waking up usually involved an hour of sex for the pair before they could even think. They very quickly worked out a favoured position; Olivia would slide under the four-legged Theresa, pushing one cock up into her rear pussy, letting her udders droop around the other with a pair of arms to push them together for a creamy tit-fuck. Her serpentine tongue would then work away at Theresa’s front pussy while her other two arms rubbed and squeezed her larger main breasts.

Even more demanding was that every four hours, like clockwork, Theresa required milking or her breasts would swell up even more, becoming tight and hard with milk, and while with a bit of effort she could bring down her front breasts, the udders adorning her lower body were almost impossible to get to, requiring the tender care of Olivia’s four hands to drain them dry in an escapade that invariably ended in a sloppy, milky fuck.

As for Dr. Hill, she retreated to her house, shutting herself off completely and living off delivered groceries. The bulk of her spare time was spent furiously masturbating, but it was like fighting the hydra; the erotic sensations from her cocks were not linked, and an orgasm from one did nothing for the other three.

She could jerk both nipple cocks, or one of those and her tongue, or use both hands to slowly but desperately tug at the tree trunk between her legs, but she couldn’t bring off all four at once, and had spent the week since the accident in a permanent state of arousal that threatened to drive her mad. She simply couldn’t bring herself off on her own, and even if she could find some way of covering her body to go outside unnoticed, the thought of losing herself to her arousal again outside, or worse, her tongue-cock becoming hard in public, terrified her.

She forced herself to overcome the sensations to spend brief ten minute periods examining her notes and pottering about in her garage before giving in to the urge to masturbate again. If the city was closed to her, and she couldn’t change back, maybe the city was what needed to change...

Futanari World: Victoria's Growth

It all started for Victoria on a Saturday night. She’d been feeling out of sorts all day, nothing in particular, just a general malaise and ravenous hunger.

The normally vivacious senior had spent all day lying about the house, moping, sighing and eating far more than was probably good for her. She could feel a sense of expectation, like she was waiting for something, but what, she had no idea.

She finally decided on an early night, but despite her lethargy, she found it difficult to get to sleep. Aches and twinges cropped up all over her slim body, and she was slightly sick in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes snapped open as she awoke from the fitful sleep into which she’d finally fallen. She felt like her guts were twisting themselves apart and the sheets were slick with sweat.

God, no wonder I’ve been feeling off all day; I’m running a fever.

She flipped over slowly, groaning, and stumbled to her feet, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand. Her loose, filmy nightshirt clung to her slim body as she slowly dragged herself through the moonlit room, squinting as she flipped on the light in her ensuite bathroom.

I look terrible. Her face was flushed and red, deep dark circles under her eyes attesting to her broken sleep and fatigue. Her short brown hair stuck to her face in stringy, wet strands, until she filled shaking hands with cool water from the tap and washed down her face, pulling her fingers down and staring at herself through the mirror through heavily-lidded eyes.

Ignoring the protestations from her aching muscles, she made her way downstairs to get some ibuprofen from the kitchen cupboard, hoping it would calm her fever enough for her to sleep.

The ache in her stomach had grown even worse, and when she stepped through the doorway into the kitchen her body was suddenly gripped in an agonising sensation, her whole body freezing up as the pain amplified and spread, her whole pelvic area starting to ache.

She took deep, rattling breaths, throwing out a slick hand to steady herself as she started to shake. The pain was starting to fade, but in its place was a growing heat, deep in her belly and her virgin pussy.

Her breaths became deeper as the sensation flooded her body, a powerful, creeping arousal. If anything she began to sweat harder as her skin tingled in the cool night air. Her small nipples crinkled, growing hard against her filmy nightshirt, and her clitoris felt tight and swollen enough to burst.

She leaned harder against the wall, her vision clouding as her glasses started to fog. This wasn’t just arousal – her body was burning with the need for release. It was as she put a hand down to her pussy that she felt a sensation that made her gasp.

Just above her pussy, there was a large, hard lump in her pubic mound. It pulsed lightly as her fingers traced it, about the size of the bottom of a small hen’s egg. It felt fleshy, pliant, not like a bone sticking out underneath skin but nevertheless hard and full, and the flesh buzzed and tingled like an electric current played across it.

Her dark brown eyes went wide behind her frames as the tips of her fingers brushed over the tip of the tingling nub, her arousal momentarily forgotten as she tried to puzzle out what was happening to her body.

She stifled a yelp as the lump throbbed, the arousal returning twofold until the contractions in her abdominals doubled her over against the wall, sweat dripping into a growing puddle on the floor. Beneath her bloated clit and the hard lump in her pubis, her pussy was working overtime, juice cascading down her legs, her hot lips fluttering and working against nothing but the cold night air. Pussy juices mingled with perspiration on her red-hot thighs until her knees knocked together in weakness and need.

She saw the lump throb again, and gasped as it swelled, sticking out an inch from her mound. Before her eyes the hair on the lump fell loose, leaving it clear and white and still pulsating. It prickled even harder, tiny stabs of pain playing across its surface.

With agonising slowness it kept expanding, the skin stretching as the solid lump grew bigger, each throb sending pulses of unbearable lust through her body.

It didn’t grow any thicker but instead out from her body, less a lump now and more a short shaft throbbing right above her aching clit. The agonising lust built in her body until her skinny hips were humping the air, and with a powerful burst of pressure the 3-inch shaft suddenly bloated at the top, a ridge of skin fanning out about an inch down from the end.

Colour blossomed from the tip, a light pink spreading down to the end of the ridge, the bell-shaped tip subtly morphing and reforming into an unfamiliar shape with a mottled texture. Almost by instinct Vicki gripped it, blinking away drips of sweat and groaning as it throbbed in her hand.

Suddenly, she realised what it was. She realised what was happening to her, and the realisation sent a chill to the pit of her stomach.

Everybody knew about futanari. Doctors referred to the condition as macropotent intersexuality syndrome, and its sufferers as newhalfs, but most people just knew them as futanari or futas. Women who, for reasons still unknown to medicine, spontaneously developed male genitals along with a whole host of other bizarre physiological conditions.

No longer female, but certainly not male, futanari had become increasingly commonplace in society since the first recorded transformation until one in a hundred women was inflicted with the condition. Common enough to be widely-known, but rare enough that no woman ever anticipated it happening to her.

Vicki couldn’t even pretend that the pulsing shaft extending just above her clitoris was anything but a futanari penis. Panting, she started to rub the four inch shaft in tiny strokes, horrified but unbearably aroused by the way the rest of the skin slid up over the bell-shaped head, tremors travelling through her body as she jerked her futanari cock for the first time.

Satisfaction flooded her body, a powerful sense that everything was good, correct, that this was what she was meant to be doing. Her body shuddered until her arm and face were flat up against the wall as she joyfully stroked herself, her mouth slack with barely-contained pleasure and a line of drool snaking its way down the painted plaster.

Her hips humped into her hand, pushing her desperate cock harder into her small, smooth hand.  She couldn’t help but moan as the bottom of her hand thudded down into her clitoris.

Pressure built at the base of the sensitive shaft until she yelped and her cock pumped a hard stream of futanari cum up her body, the rope curling and splashing in a thick line up her face and into her hair.

She fell forward onto the floor, shuddering as her new cock kept pumping, her mind flooded with unbearable, addictive pleasure, until the front of her nightshirt and the wall were stained with ropes of spunk, more dripping from the tip.

The transformation wasn’t even close to complete. Full of mutant hormones, her body was working on overdrive to obey the demands being made of it. Her cock didn’t even start to grow soft as more blood pumped in to fuel its hardness and continued growth. Squatting on the balls of her feet against the wall, she reached for the growing shaft again until she heard something that chilled her blood.

“Victoria? Are you down here?”

The corridor light flicked on, casting a beam of light into the kitchen right next to the corner of the doorjamb where Vicki was crouched. She desperately tried to pull her hand away from her penis, but letting it go for even a second made her body start convulsing with need, her cock throbbing so hard it hurt. She looked around desperately, still stroking.

“I’m just g-g-gettinggg a drink, Mom!”

“What’s all that noise? Are you okay?”

Vicki gritted her teeth, trying not to pant and moderate her breathing, even as her sensitive pole sent wracking pulses through her entire lithe body.

“I’m fffine! Just stu-oh-ubbed my toeee!”

Her orgasmic moans were a hairs breadth away from slipping out if her mother kept talking to her. The horrible, wonderful pressure was starting to build deep in her crotch again, her cock throbbing expectantly. She didn’t know how much longer her composure would hold up.

“Well stop making so much noise and go to bed! I’ll see you in the morning.”

The relief as the hall light went dark sank into her taut muscles and drove her over the edge, Vicki desperately stifling her exultant cry as her cock loosed another hot, heavy load up her heaving body. She squeezed and milked her cock, now a full six inches long, marvelling at how squeezing her pelvic floor muscles at the same time as the shaft contracted resulted in a hard stream of cum and an even more intense orgasm.

Still hard, still prickling all over with the feelings of growth, her cock continued to throb. Even worse, the same burning, tingling sensation had flooded into her small breasts and skinny hips as well.

Abandoning her position in the kitchen, Vicki made her way back to her bedroom as quickly as possible on unsteady legs, her progress made more difficult by her inability to take her hand off the burgeoning shaft between her legs.

Her whole mound was aflame with the buzzing, prickling sensation she was dimly beginning to realise heralded futanari growth. Her breasts were tight and sore, tingling all over, and so were her hips. She could dimly tell that if it hadn't been for the arousal, she'd have been in a lot of pain.

By the time she’d reached her bedroom, Vicki’s breasts had bloated up a whole cup size, the tiny, perky mounds starting to reshape under their new weight, the bouncing tangible as she stumbled up the staircase cock in hand.

Schoolyards ran thick with rumours about futanari, and it was impossible to not have heard at least some dubiously-sourced facts about the mutated women. Classmates “in the know” insisted that every futanari girl spent two days straight jacking off after their cock grew in.

Vicki had disbelieved that figure at first, but given now that she literally couldn’t stop touching herself even after two devastating, mind-blowing orgasms, it didn’t seem so far-fetched.

The feeling of the cock was almost impossible to describe for her – it was as if parts of her brain were having to be repurposed just to make her properly perceive what the cock felt like, and it hadn’t quite gotten there yet, instead just carpet-bombing her pleasure centre.

Switching hands to get her nightshirt off, she stretched back on her bed. She knew she should be horrified, but she couldn’t help but marvel at the way her thick pole stood straight up in the air from between her creamy thighs. She was even more impressed when her left hand traced a path up her smooth form to cup a bloated breast – her body’s unbearable sensitivity made even that a brain-breaking sensation.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body with no end in sight as her cock rallied back for another round every single time. The thick meat had grown to a full eight inches long and an inch and a half thick, fully formed with all the normal ridges, veins and skin texture.

The tingling in her pussy had coalesced into a line just below her cock, forming a loose sack of skin which incubated a pair of golf-ball sized testicles. Once that grew in her cumshots became even harder and more unbearably pleasurable, covering herself in thick ropes of cum twice the volume she had been able to before.

She could do nothing but lay back and masturbate as her body grew out of control. Her clitoris swelled behind her new scrotum, the pulsing bud now the size of a marble, and pussy juices pooled under her thighs on the bedsheets. Her hips, once barely wider than her waist, flared out into wide, womanly curves that extended out several inches from her body and curving down into a round, full ass and thick thighs.

Most notably, her tiny breasts were now full, jiggling E cup mounds that curved away from her alabaster chest and wobbled as she pleasured herself.  She had watched in fascination between orgasms as they swelled, noting the unbelievable moment when they grew heavy enough to start to droop, the fat flesh folding over itself and dropping against her chest with an audible slap and falling into a teardrop shape.

Still she jerked herself. Even when her transformation finished, leaving her a fully-fledged curvaceous futanari, the overwhelming lust remained, driving her to keep cumming. She knew something at the back of her mind was telling her she should be exhausted, but the transformation brought with it a rush of energy that left her ready and willing for more.

Losing herself in sensation, she didn’t notice as the nighttime hours ticked on, the gradual lightening of the sky outside, or even the bursts of birdsong as morning broke over the little suburban town.

In fact, the only thing which broke Vicki from her reverie was her mother’s scream as she opened the bedroom door. All she could do, laying in the thick layer of cum that marked her nights work, was look her mother in the eye and moan apologetically as her hips started to buck again, spraying her final orgasm of the morning into the air and over her hypersexualised body.

A Nymph's Revenge

Sally had had a bad day. Late into work, broken air conditioning, a stack of work waiting for her. After a full day of work, she headed back into her office after everyone else had left, and what does she find? That little slut of a new intern having sex with some man on her desk!

She’d had a close eye on that little midget bitch ever since she started there. With her tiny, lush body, short bright-pink hair and massively outsized breasts she looked more like a pint-sized porn star than an accountant, but she’d somehow managed to make it through the interview. Sally had a few ideas how at this point.

Without her clothes on the girl looked even more ridiculously sexualised than poured into her business suit. Her huge, pale breasts were the size of her head, maybe more, and Sally was afforded an excellent view of them bouncing up and down wildly as she rode the man underneath her. Her hips and ass were even bigger, each of her enormous thighs thicker than her waist with big, round cheeks. She screamed, of course. The man scrambled to move but the pink-haired girl pinned him down.

“Give meaaah a secon-fuck oh my god, I’m almost doooonaah!”

Her lips were painted the same vibrant pink as her hair, and they opened in a slack “o” as she ground against the man one last time and began to shake, her breasts bouncing even more violently as a savage orgasm wracked her body. The man below her whimpered and started to thud up against her wide hips as he came as well, her legs flexing to milk him dry.

Sally screamed again and the man pulled out, his big cock still twitching. He pulled his pants up, hastily buttoning them, and ran out of the office. The intern looked Sally straight in the eye with a glare.

“What did you have to go and do that for? You totally spoiled my cum!”

Sally had lost it at this point, howling almost incoherently, screaming at her to get out of her office. The pink haired girl laughed, her boobs jiggling. 

“Get out of my office, and get out of this company, you WHORE!” Sally slapped her, clean across the face. This caused her to slide off the table with a menacing glare, made admittedly slightly less menacing by her huge eyes and four-foot-four stature.

Her hands were on her hips, making it obvious how massive they were compared to the rest of her body. Her short patch of pubic hair was the same shocking pink as the rest of her hair.

“Okay, I was just playing around with you, but you’re a real bitch, you know that? I think it’d do you good to loosen up and learn to enjoy yourself a little more!” She glared again, waving her hand and mumbling something under her breath. Sally felt like a cold shiver passed through her body, before the girl picked up her shirt, buttoning it tight across her bulging boobs.

“Fine. I’m going. See you later.” Those last words seemed malicious, somehow. And so Sally found herself finally at home, somewhat distressed and worn-out. She was still shivery after her encounter with the girl, for reasons she couldn’t explain, and kept finding herself breaking out in cold sweats.

Her body started to ache, and even taking painkillers didn’t help it. She decided to move into the bathroom and run a bath, to try and ease some of the ache away. As well as sore she felt... heavy, compressed. Her limbs were tight. The bath helped though, the hot water easing away some of the ache. It was so relaxing she started to nod off in the rising steam.

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As Sally dozed, an odd shudder seemed to pass through her body. From her scalp a ripple seemed to pass through her shoulder-length hair down to the ends, seeming almost to writhe. The roots began to darken slightly, a wave of darkened colour sweeping down her dirty blond hair from the roots out. Before too long her whole head of hair was dark.

Then, with another ripple it suddenly turned a fierce bright blue, so electric blue it almost seemed to glow, as it began to grow down, more ripples passing through it. It grew down until it touched the water, spreading out as it floated.

Sally gave a small moan in her sleep. The ripples appeared to pass through her stout body, making her twitch a little. The ripples centred on her stomach, the heavy bulge of her gut rippling and shuddering and then beginning to shrink away. Each ripple and bubble of her skin saw more of her belly melt away, shrinking down to be replaced by a tiny, firm, but still femininely soft midriff.

She moaned in pain a little in her doze, biting her lip and sweating. The ripples travelled down from her stomach to her hips, packing them out wider than the rest of her body, giving her a striking hourglass as they swelled away from her wasp waist. Above her pussy her clit throbbed and pulsed, bloating out until it stuck out as fat as a marble. Her hips raised up as her ass inflated and her thighs sculpted themselves into tremendous, curvaceous trunks.

Now groaning in her sleep, her body started to jerk, limbs twitching, giving out faint popping noises. She appeared to sink further into the water in the tub – her body was shrinking, her legs losing length, her torso compressing together and making her new hourglass shape even more obvious. Within half a minute she had dropped from her rather average five and a half feet to no more than four foot three.

Sally awoke with a gasp, panting. Sweat was dripping down her forehead into the water. She shifted and screamed, her body in more pain than before her bath, tight and aching. She crawled out of the bath, wincing, grabbing her towel and starting to dry herself off. As well as aching, she felt... heavy. Her arms felt weak and her legs felt, well, huge.

 Through the fog of pain she realised something was wrong. Her body looked different, and definitely felt different. She turned to the sink and realised it was about level with her neck, and all she could see in the steamy mirror was her head and a halo of bright blue hair.

Her hair glimmered in waves down to her swollen butt, which stuck out behind her hips like a shelf. Her hips were so wide either side of her tiny waist that she couldn't hold her arms straight against her body. She stumbled back, and gasped as a wave of pain suddenly shot through her breasts, her nipples immediately stiffening up. Her muscles jerked, making her thrust her chest out, watching in horror as her boobs bounced and bloated up.

Even as a larger woman she’d only ever had a smallish B cup, but now her breasts were advancing through the cup sizes before her eyes, the soft flesh expanding and bulging with each passing moment, her nipples growing thicker as the areolas spread.

They quivered and jiggled, the pain of her stretching skin immense, finally stopping their inexorable growth halfway down her torso and a good 11 inches around. She fell back into the corner of the bathroom, almost sobbing, convincing herself she was still dreaming; that she was going to wake up soon.

She gathered up her tremendous breasts in her hands. They were soft, pliant and heavy, the bulging flesh filling her hands as she tried to massage away the ache.

Her nipples popped out from between her fingers, at least an inch wide, throbbing and achingly hard. She rubbed them between her fingers, trying to pinch them back down and ease the painful tightness. As she did, she felt a wave of nausea pass through her and pitched forward.

Her throat suddenly constricted, prickling, making her choke and gag. She stumbled up to the mirror, boobs bouncing, and took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes went wide with shock as her tongue slid out of her mouth down to the bottom of her chin, and she gave a choking cry as it kept expanding, growing longer and a little thicker until it lay on the counter in a pile at least two feet out of her mouth while she sobbed.

A wave of pain passed through her again and the giant organ twitched and started to slide back into her mouth, slithering back like a snake until it looked to be its normal length again, but still thick and strong. A stinging sensation went through her lips, and she looked with horror as they plumped up tremendously and shifted to a vibrant blue.

Sally’s head was spinning as she slumped in her armchair. She’d tried pinching herself, slapping herself, splashing cold water into her face, but nothing seemed to wake her up from this nightmare.

Though some of the pain was going away, moving around her own apartment over a foot closer to the ground was a frightening experience, all of the furniture and appliances she was used to looming over her tiny body. Her heavy, ponderous breasts were constantly getting in the way, making her shiver when her gigantic nipples pressed into or brushed up against something. Her clit was so fat her legs rubbed and teased it with every step, forcing her to move slowly and carefully and somewhat bow-legged. A gnawing hunger stabbed at her gut, and nothing she ate seemed to take it away.

Worst of all, the pain that had wracked her nightmare body with every stretch and movement had sublimated now, wearing off slightly until it was no longer pain, but pleasure. For someone normally as composed and frankly frigid as Sally, the sensations coming from her sensitive skin, huge breasts and drooling clit were markedly unpleasant. She hated this nightmare, why did it feel so good?!

As she put her hands on her breasts she whimpered a little, and bit her lip; this was quickly followed by a gasp as her hips bucked up hard. She let her breasts go and began to sob into her hands. A loud ring suddenly echoed through her apartment, followed by a knock at the door. Sally quickly gathered up her clothes which were easily half a dozen sizes too big for her except around the bust and waist, and answered the door. At her doorway was a wide grin underneath wide eyes and a shock of short pink hair.

Sally tried to slap her, of course. Whatever else was happening she knew that bitch was somehow responsible. She grabbed her by the wrist with surprising strength and pushed her back in, her tits bobbing in response. The tiny girl was taller than her in this twisted dream. “Stop that, sit down."

Sally fell back onto the floor, and the pink-haired girl looked her over. “Mmm. I do good work, don’t I?”

“Good work? What? Why can’t I wake up...”

The girl laughed. “Because you’re not dreaming. This is real, bitch. You needed an attitude adjustment, so I transformed you. Turned you into one of us – a nymph.” She hefted her breasts when she said this, and Sally realised hers had grown to about the same size. “I’m not human, although I was, once. Now I’m a voracious little cocksucking shortstack sex monster, and so are you.”

Sally’s mouth went slack as the girl went on. “I’ve been sucking off several men a day for, ooh... The last hundred-and-fifty years or so, since I was transformed.” She looked Sally over again. “Nice long hair. You’ll be a real slut. The longer a nymph’s hair the bigger her appetite.” She pointed to her short pink hair. “I’m a real ice queen by nymph standards, barely 3 loads a day. All the ass-length hair girls I’ve known have been at least 6, generally more.”

Sally curled up, hugging her knees up to her massive chest. “Oh stop that. After a hundred years of dicks you’ll wonder how you ever lived as a human. Speaking of which...” she leaned in.

One of her pink-painted nails dragged lightly across Sally’s plump, blue lips. She gasped as again the pleasure of the pressure on her lips made her hips buck. The girl kept rubbing her lips softly, grinning as she saw Sally’s new body reacting to the touch.

She leaned down further, pressing her own bright pink, glossy lips to Sally’s, her hand dropping down to one of her huge, heaving breasts and starting to rub and squeeze it. She started to pull back but as their lips locked her eyes closed and her body heaved.

It was like her brain disconnected and primal instincts she didn’t know she had took over, her tiny body pushing against the girl and returning the kiss. Her nipples and clit throbbed hard with each wet, desperate caress. When the pink girl’s tongue found its way into her mouth, Sally’s pleasure doubled as it stroked and caressed her own tongue, equally as hypersensitive as her lips.

Moaning, her tongue began to slip out of her mouth with an almost unconscious reaction, sliding into the nymph’s mouth. Her throat felt odd as it pushed her tongue out, tingling as the tip of her tongue tickled the very back of the nymph’s throat. Her eyes went wide and then she smiled around the kiss, starting to suck on the thick organ, making Sally gasp.

With a sharp buck of her hips she began to cum violently, her body thrashing and jerking until she fell back, twitching. The nymph smiled again. “It’s fun when someone sucks on a nymph’s tongue, isn’t it? All those wonderful feelings.”

She stuck hers out, and Sally gasped through her orgasmic haze as it slid out further, trailing down her chin and down to her breasts, where it curled under one, lifting it up as the tip slithered around to press against her swollen nipple.

She pressed forward into Sally again, letting it uncurl and drag its way up her breasts, across her chest and neck, where it started to rub against her lips. When she moaned it pushed into her mouth, not simply rubbing around her tongue and cheeks but diving straight for the back of her throat, pushing in hard as the nymph tongue-fucked her face.

Where she expected to choke, however, she only found her body reacting, her pussy juicing hard as it invaded her throat. Almost unconsciously she began to suck it, and the pink nymph moaned hard. She caressed it with her sensitive lips, her pussy squealing in response, running her tongue up along the bottom, every bump and fold buzzing her brain with pleasure. Sucking on the thick tongue felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before and she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to.

Her stomach growled as the hunger pangs stabbed at her again, and the girl suddenly withdrew her tongue with a slurp. Sally whined, desperate to keep sucking. “You must be hungry. Don’t worry. I brought you dinner.”

Sally turned over, pushing herself up onto her knees. Her mind was swimming. Her body had been forcibly transformed into this disgusting sexual caricature, ridiculously short with an enormous ass, titanic thighs, gigantic freakish breasts and that horrible tongue. She’d gone through pain and abuse and had just finished being molested by another woman. She took a deep breath, and realised – she was loving every minute of it. The pink-haired nymph wandered back in, leading... a naked man?

“This is John. Or Jack, or... Something. I didn’t catch his name.” He was standing stock still, his eyes glazed over. “He’s got a glamour on him, so he doesn’t know where he is or what’s happening. He does, though” she reached down and tugged on his cock, which started to swell “have a really big dick. Dinner is served, and it’s juicy sausage!”

Sally was trying to look at the man, but her eyes kept moving down to his throbbing cock. Her stomach growled and she started to salivate just looking at that huge cock, twitching and hard. She lunged forward, losing no time in taking all nine inches right to the back of her throat. Again, her gag reflex appeared to have disappeared, the whole length bobbing hot and hard in her mouth.

She pushed right to the base, his pubic hair tickling her tightly-stretched lips. The feeling of the thick dick filling her tiny mouth was indescribable, like she was born for this, everything as it should be. Her tongue worked away at it, the dextrous tip feeling for spots that made it lurch harder and elicit moans from him, pressing in and flicking, rubbing around the ridge just below the head.

She pulled back a little, rubbing the eye against her palate and making her pussy twitch, and flicking the eye with the tip of her tongue. She started to fuck him with her throat, pushing her face back and forward along his length as it twitched harder and he began to gasp, panting.

With a strangled cry from the man it lurched hard, starting to fire off a hard load into her mouth. The flavour was indescribable. She’d heard some of her friends describe it less-than-charitably but to her, probably because of her transformed biology, it was an amazing, unearthly flavour, tantalising to every inch of her taste buds, sticky, liquid heaven flowing down her throat. She swallowed as he continued to shoot and she began to orgasm in sympathy, the mind blowing pleasure of the taste of his cum pushing her straight over the edge. Her thrashing jerks milked more cum out of his pole which just compounded her pleasure until she fell back, panting, the taste of cum still on her lips.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the girl knelt down next to her, wiping some off her lips and sucking it off her finger sensually. “The best taste in the world, and the best feeling in the world and you never ever get tired of it. Which is good, because you live off it now. In your case probably about six or seven loads a day, maybe more. You’re going to be a busy girl!”

She grinned, fondling the blank man’s cock again. Whatever she’d done to make him so complacent clearly had other effects, because his shrinking cock started to pulse again, throbbing as she rubbed and stroked it until it stood at its full hardness again. She cradled his balls in one hand, stroking a finger of the other hand at the cleft right below his ridge to make his knees buck.

“A low appetite is a luxury for a nymph like me. Leaves me free to play for the cocks other than the two I NEED to suck. And sex with a fat clit like this is absolutely amazing. For girls like you though” she grinned, pointing the cock at Sally as she began to pump it lazily, “the hunger never quite goes away. You won’t be able to see a man without wanting to suck his cock. Look at you. You want him again, don’t you? Right now?”

Sally realised she was drooling openly as the girl pumped the huge cock in front of her. She was visibly shaking with hunger and need. The nymph laughed. “It’s okay! Get used to that feeling. Don’t worry, this man’s going to go at least one or two more. Call it a birthday present from me.” She giggled. “Try not to break him.”

He suddenly groaned loudly, his hips bucking as he began to cum again. Sally had inched close enough that he came all over her face, thick cum dripping down as he shot over and over. Her tongue curled out of her mouth, slurping it up, and she pushed forward, taking him into her mouth again. As her tongue slid down to curl around his balls the pink nymph walked out of Sally’s apartment, grinning. “Have fun!”

Two months later...

               

The doors of the club shut behind the small girl with the short crop of shocking pink hair. She would have had a hard time getting into some of these clubs normally, with their waiting lists and VIP entrances, but she found her complete willingness to suck the cock of a cute bouncer was all the ticket she needed, along with a private showing of her heaving breasts and her massive, weighty, bouncing ass.

Fortunately for her it supplied her nightly dose of life-giving cum, leaving her free to play the club however she wanted. She grinned, a hand slipping down to her crotch for a quick rub. Just because she didn’t NEED as much cum as other nymphs didn’t mean she didn’t want it.

She stopped in her predatory stalking, however, when from across a small corner of a club she saw a flash of bright blue, bobbing behind a table. She walked over with a grin, her huge tits shaking in her tiny shirt, miniskirt not even vaguely covering the round expanse of ass and thigh. “Sally? Is that you, slut?”

From under the table came a non-committal grunt from in the middle of a chorus of slurps, sucks and moans as the man whose crotch the tiny blue-haired girl’s face was buried in groaned, thumping the table. The girl slid in next to him, looking down. Sally’s tongue was curled around the full 10-inch length of the man’s cock, pumping it in an odd wavy rhythm that Sally had soon worked out gave her as much cum as quickly as possible, as her mouth sucked on the head.

Soon, the man gave a choking gasp as she moaned, slurping on his dick as it shot up hard into her mouth. She started to shudder, cumming hard, not trying to hide it like the man, shrieking her orgasm out to the club. She’d barely even cleaned off his dick before she sat back up and pushed back against the man behind her, moaning as he started to go hard while she smothered his entire lap with her butt.

“Come on, fucker, get hard for me, baby girl needs another load right now!” She kept grinding, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to slither into his pants and start teasing the sensitive spots.

“How many’s that today?”

The tongue went back in for a moment. “Eight, including this one.” She kept grinding and rubbing her butt and thighs against him, pumping his dick lazily. “It’s gotten worse. Ten loads a day and I’m still so hungry!”

The nymph looked at the girl’s long blue hair. It was hard to tell from where she was sitting but it would easily fall past her ankles. It must drag on the floor when she walks!

“So you don’t like it? You’d go back?”

Sally swung around with astonishing agility as the man started to shudder and moan, sucking right on the tip as her skilled hand milked him for all he was worth. She started to cum again as she gulped down his spunk, howling in ecstasy. The pink-haired nymph grinned.

"Thought not."