Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Lab Accident Fan Artwork!

Greetings my lovely followers,

Fear not - I am still writing. I'm roughly 28,000 words into a new story I think you'll all love.

In the meantime, class act KSG has made some fanart morphs of Olivia and Theresa from Lab Accident, and Katrina from Lab Accident 3. Make sure to head to their Extramorphs gallery and show them some love!




Sunday, July 12, 2015

Lab Accident 3 - Rebirth


Brooke groaned, staggering through the door of her bedroom, sweating and clutching her churning stomach. She'd come back home after church instead of heading over to her grandparents place with the rest of the family, protesting the sudden wave of heat and nausea that had passed over her in church.

Her room was the same as it had been since she was thirteen, with the pale pink walls, fuzzy carpet and the white and pink throw pillows on a floral bedspread, along with the requisite crucifix on the wall. She was nineteen now, but her parents didn't deal well with change.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, flipping on the small TV on her dresser as she nursed her tender stomach. The feeling of heat was building; her tiny breasts felt like they were on fire, as did her other parts she tried not to give too much thought. She shifted her skinny thighs in discomfort.

A news bulletin flashed up on the TV. "Good morning Hazelton, I'm Sandra Caraway,"
"and I'm Bruce Shearer,"
"and we're ZZPT News Five with a breaking update."

Brooke's brow wrinkled. "We're seeing updates from scientific organisations around the US about a burst of energy that was picked up roughly twenty minutes ago, unlike anything they'd ever encountered. It appears to have propagated throughout the ionosphere, disrupting radio transmission and burning out some sensitive, high-precision electronics."

The male anchor looked vaguely uncomfortable as his counterpart spoke. He stretched his neck back and forth, adjusting his tie, until he seemed to miss his cue and jumped slightly. "Uh, yes. Authorities are saying there seems to be no chance of direct harm to people, but to contact your doctor if you begin to feel, uh..."

He trailed off, looking dazed. At the same time, Brooke felt the heat in her body dissipate, replaced by a sensation of relaxation that spread throughout her chest and between her thighs. She touched one of her breasts and yelped as heat suddenly flared through them one more time, followed by a feeling of pressure and bloat.

She spread her thighs apart as the same tender, bloated feeling blossomed through her pubic mound, her breath coming faster and more frantic. She heard a shriek from the television and looked up to see the male anchor sliding back from the desk, his hands running through his hair which, astoundingly, seemed to be growing before their eyes.

Brooke yelped as the pressure in her breasts surged, making her jump. Her hands flew to her modest mounds as the pressure hit again, when she realised that she could feel movement against her palms. A cold chill of fear passed through her as, at the same time, she saw the suit of the news anchor on the screen grow loose around him.

Was she... changing? Was that possible? She stood up, groaning at the sensation of her tender pussy being pressed together, and wandered across the hall into the bathroom as the television switched to a technical difficulties splash screen.

She pulled off her top and gasped as she saw breastflesh overflowing the cups of her plain white bra in the mirror. Before her eyes, she felt another sickening surge of pressure, like her stomach after a too-large meal, and her breasts swelled even more against the bra, her straps creaking.

She felt panic flood her mind, grabbing her breasts and trying to push them back, feeling the burning heat in her clammy palms as they swelled outwards against the protestations of her bra, which began to cut into the tender skin.

Transfixed on her breasts, it wasn't until she stepped back that she realised things didn't feel right between her legs, either. She pulled up her skirt and gasped as she revealed the swollen mound filling her panties to breaking point. She watched in shock as whatever was inside her panties continued to expand until her shocked reverie was broken by the sight of her tits entering her field of vision, her bra quivering as it struggled to hold together.

She took a deep breath and it snapped, flying off her boobs and hitting the mirror, leaving angry red marks across the tops of her tits which fell down against her chest with a slap. She cupped one with her right hand and moaned as that feeling flooded through her again, her legs shaking and prompting another burst of growth in her pelvis. She pulled her bloating boobs aside and looked down to find it had changed form, a smaller growth expanding outwards while a second, larger one filled downwards.

The fire had died away by now, leaving only intense pleasure as her breasts and pubis slowly grew and she staggered back to the bed in shock. The TV was back, sans the male reporter, the female reporter visibly shaken.

"Um, viewers, I don't know what to say. We are receiving reports of what can only be called transformations, happening across the city. There appears to be no pattern to where they occur... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, oh God, Bruce..."

There was a moan from off camera. "The transformations appear to be exclusively obscenely sexual in nature. We cannot describe them, nor can we show any video, and we also certainly suggest you take small children away from the vicinity of anyone afflicted by the changes..."

Her eyes kept darting back to the side. There was a yell and the sound of struggle, and a called-out "He's loose!" before a hail of thick, pearly goo sprayed out over the reporter and the feed was cut again.

Brooke was sweating again, laying back on her bed, but now for an entirely different reason. She trembled with the sensations from her breasts, though they were rapidly starting to be outpaced by the feelings from between her legs. The feeling of tightness was compounded by the pressure of her panties until they finally gave way, shredding with the passage of a huge, thick cock that swung downwards from the ruined waistband and thumped heavily on the bed before it began to throb, slowly climbing to erection.

By the time she was done screaming, it had reached full hardness, standing up proudly from her body and bobbing with her frantic heartbeat. Her legs lay spread apart to make room for it, as well as for the continued growth of the far larger mound beneath it. Her now bountiful breasts lay hanging to either side of her chest.

She closed her eyes, praying desperately, trying to shut out the sensations and the fear. The vision of the throbbing prick kept invading her thoughts, each muttered prayer spoiled by the mental image of the shaft climbing from between her legs.

Some time back, her mother had caught her looking at the men in a dirty magazine a friend at school had given her. She'd watched awkwardly as her mother tore up the pages and threw them into the trash. She'd sat beet-red as her mother lectured her on filth, perversion and sin, and how pornography and nudity were conduits for the devil to enter her body.

Was that what this was? Had the devil filled her soul? Was he the one pushing those images into her mind, no matter how hard she prayed? She opened her eyes, greeted again with the sight of the penis bobbing gently. She gingerly reached out, her forearm brushing one of her breasts, and touched it. It reacted angrily, bobbing towards her and sending a pleasurable shiver through her body which made her abdominals flex. She blinked, and touched it again, more gently, exhaling lightly as her fingers brushed against the thick meat.

It didn't feel evil, but that was the problem. Sin was tempting. Sin felt good. Beneath her dick, her scrotum was swelling, its insides having now divided into two enormous, still-growing testicles that showed no sign of slowing down. She grabbed them, groaning as the smooth orbs bloated against her hands. They felt soft and warm, the flesh giving way under her probing fingers. She shuddered, falling back with her eyes closed, desperately wishing away what was happening to her.

She needed to get it out of her sight. She rolled over to her left, feeling the weight of her boob as it rolled across the side of her body and cascaded over onto her other one with a slap, before she rolled all the way onto her stomach. Her breasts piled between her arms, her testicles laying on the bed between her spread thighs. She groaned at the sensations of all the warm flesh between her and the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

Her hands drifted to her breasts subconsciously, her hips slowly moving back and forth and grinding her cock against the soft cotton sheets. She gasped, flinging herself back over, her boobs colliding again and her cock swinging back to point at the ceiling. She threw her hands to either side of the bed, taking shallow, desperate breaths.

It lurched, straining the muscles in her groin. The more she tried to ignore it, the more painfully hard it became. It wasn't going to go away on its own. She remembered hearing her mother talking about cold showers for her brother as a way of keeping the devil away; could that work?

She rolled to the side, her balls falling heavily against the sheets and dragging along in front of her thighs as she swung her legs off the bed. She hoisted herself up against the weight of her new breasts, feeling them slap against her chest, and came face to face with the gently bobbing head of her own erection.

It came up to about her chin, blushing red and glistening. Another tug on her overworked muscles and it bumped gently against her face, withdrawing a rattling breath from her. It felt good. The touch of her skin against it reverberated down the shaft and through her body, making it throb and beg for more as her mouth grew moist.

All thoughts of cold showers dissolved instantly. She reached up, letting her fingers drift down the bottom side of the bulbous head, shivering as her fingers curled around underneath the flared ridge. She moved her hand down and pressed the tips into the soft underside, rubbing them in a small circle and moaning as the pleasure flowed straight into her spine.

She shifted forward to sit at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and letting her hefty sack fall down between them and bump into the side of the mattress. Standing, her testicles would have hung down to above her knees, the size of large, elongated honeydew melons and astoundingly heavy. They ached, as well, although that may have just been from impact. Her cock bumped against her chin as she shifted.

She tried to push it away, but instead her hand began tugging softly up and down. Her cock was too long for her hand to make it all the way down to the base, leaving her rubbing just the top half. Her other hand wrapped down near the middle and started tugging in a parallel rhythm.

She knew this was a dreadful sin, but she couldn't stop herself. Tugging at her cock made her eyes roll with sensation, her hips bucking it into her hands. The skin was thick and heavy and difficult to move, but her shaft was so sensitive that even small motions brought huge pleasure.

She grunted and whined, tugging as much sensation out of her dick as she could manage. With both her hands, she was able to cover the whole length of her cock in slow, deliberate pumps. She began keening moans, the likes of which she'd never heard come out of her mouth, her hair slicked to her face with sweat.

Something was happening. She could feel a sensation building along the shaft, a delicious combination of pressure and emptiness that started just below the tip and throbbed all the way down the central vein. Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat racing. Spikes of sensation started bursting down from the tip, making her body jerk forward with each one as her abs crunched. They came harder, more frequent, until her muscles strained with the effort of pulling her towards her cock, and finally...

She shrieked. Her body jerked back, stretching out as a lance of fire slashed up the tip of her cock and her pelvic muscles contracted hard enough to snap. Her hips bucked up as a voluminous rope of thick, pearly fluid jetted from the tip. It shot out with such force that she could actually hear it squirt, the whole viscous string flying to collide with the ceiling halfway across the room. the single sensation of shooting went on for what had to have been two or three seconds.

Her hips bucked again with another flare of sensation and a second jet of spunk blasted from her cock and splattered against the ceiling above her, her muscles clamping for another few seconds to propel it. She sat rolling her hips forward for a third, a fourth, a fifth shot, each time crippling her with sensation as her balls unloaded their bounty.

It was at the tenth painfully powerful shot that she began to sob, pleading with her cock to stop cumming. It barely even flagged, though, twenty seconds of constant orgasm only allowing it to hit its stride. She cried in between moans as her orgasm went on, thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes.

"Ggghh-s-sttooop, plleaa-aaaAAAHH!"

She staggered up, dimly realising that maybe a cold shower would stop it. Her balls slammed into the back of her legs, forcing an extra-hard shot that made her knees quiver, unbalancing her with the weight of her new tits and carrying her straight over onto the carpet, ready for her cock to shoot another load of cum straight up between her cleavage. She staggered to her knees, crawling forward across the creamy puddle and dragging her dangling nipples through it until the sensation brought another extra-hard shot from her cock that send her tumbling face-first into the glistening spunk.

She coughed, spitting, and made another effort to try and get back on her feet that was again stymied as her muscles locked up to fire another rope of cum. Her balls bounced off the backs of her thin calves as she shrieked and scrabbled forward as far as she could until she fell out into the hallway, sobbing as a rope of cum fired up across the drywall when she fell against the doorframe. She managed to get to her feet and stagger into the nearby bathroom, slicked with cum and leaving a slimy trail of destruction, before she greeted the crisp white tiles with another torrent of cum.

She'd been cumming continuously for over five minutes now, and she was still shooting as hard as ever. She pulled herself up on the bathtub with a wracking sob and tumbled over into it, howling as she accidentally trapped her pendulous balls below her legs as she turned over and her tits hit her in the face with a moist slap. Grimacing, she spread her legs to allow her testicles passage and groaned as another three-second spasm forced more cum out and into the bath.

She pulled herself up on weak arms to reach out and try to turn on the shower knobs, her own cockhead greeting her as she did with a blast of spunk straight to the face.

She fell back, coughing, too drained of energy to do any more. She simply laid back in the bath and let whatever was happening to her work through, allowing her cock to jet cum all over her body. She couldn't stop the involuntary roll of her hips, though, bucking her ass off the bottom of the bath every time she shot off, again and again and again.

Each one blurred together, leaving her unable to tell when each spasm of her overworked muscles stopped and the next began. She was beyond pleasure or pain at this point, able to do nothing but sit and squeal through the assault on her body and mind.

Her shots were finally dropping in force, though, now just launching ropes of cum up her body, across her gigantic tits and over her face. They were still heavy and thick, though. She dimly noticed that her scrotum seemed to have shrunk in the time since she started cumming, still perched atop her thighs and by now glistening under a sheen of sperm like the rest of her body.

It barely even came as a relief when she finally stopped, the last few ounces of spunk dribbling softly from the end of her dick as the spasms died down. She pulled herself up with a groan and felt a thick layer slide off her body, dripping down onto the bottom of the bath. Her legs trembled as she tried to stand back up, sending her back down into the sticky layer with a squelch, her boobs bouncing. Her balls, however, had shrunk down to only the size of eggs.

She couldn't move. Any effort to get back on her feet would only result in another fall. She panted, resolving to get up as soon as she could and clean up some of the gallons of jizz in the tub. Her eyes went wide, though, as she heard the crunch of tires on the outside driveway.


The glow of the laptop illuminated Brooke's face as she tapped away at the keyboard. It cast its glow over a white antique-style desk that was cluttered with papers and pamphlets, along with a large stack of open letters. Her hand brushed the corner of one of the letters.

"Your daughter is an abomination and a sin against God. For the sake of your own souls, she must be cast out or destroyed."

She sighed, leaning back in the chair. A message popped up on her screen from her friend Katrina. "Seriously, reading those letters isn't good for you."

She sighed again, typing back. "I know. I can't seem to stop, though. I had another argument with my parents. A really bad one. It's getting worse every day."

She groaned, spreading her legs apart a little more. She was going to have to do something about that soon, but as usual, she'd resolved to wait until she was sure that everybody was asleep. She didn't need another lecture about her sinful desires.

"I keep telling you, Brooke. You need to come across to Houghton, meet up with me and come to Rebirth with us. There's nothing left for you there."

Brooke groaned, burying her face in her hands, her elbows squeezing around her bosom. The tears were coming again, but she fought them off. What Katrina was saying was absolutely true, and she just didn't want to admit it. She had no future here any more. Not after the storm.

Since the day her parents had discovered in in the bathroom, barely-conscious in a pool of her own jizz, she'd been struggling with the demands of her body and the admonishments of her family. She realised very quickly that her testicles were swelling back up after her first cum. Within an hour, barely after she'd managed to clean up her mess, they'd more than doubled in size.

She'd asked to go to the doctor, but her parents shut the idea down instantly. They'd heard on the news that the radiation storm pulled its effects from people's subconscious minds, that it only affected those who were deep down thinking impure thoughts. There was no cure for impurity besides penance, and if she prayed and denied herself Satan's desires that God would cleanse her.

She took the lecture to heart. For three days she tried desperately to deny her need to touch herself again. She took cold showers, exercised, anything she could think of to distract her from the insistent throbbing of her dick. It didn't get any easier, though. Along with the pain, as her balls bloated, she became more excitable, the lust building up inside her until even the sight of her own breasts got her hard. By day three, her erections were on a hair-trigger and her testicles were the size of beach balls. Already banned from leaving the house, lest someone in their neighbourhood realise what happened to her, she stopped leaving her room entirely. She could barely even walk on account of the massive weight that collided with her knees on every step.

When she finally gave up, she came for over three and a half hours. She was sure she passed out partway through, but her body didn't care, still insistently draining her buildup one agonising cumshot at a time. She realised from that point on that no matter what her parents said, she had to masturbate. She had to cum. Fortunately her parents thought her self-control was purging the devil.

She tapped a quick "brb" to Katrina, pushing back from the chair and standing up, bow-legged to avoid crushing her bloated testicles before she could step back, letting them swing in front of her legs. It had been over six hours since she came, and they were each easily nearly four inches across by now and starting to ache. She stared at the things for a moment, and then wandered into the bathroom, grabbing a sock and a plastic bag as she went. She grabbed her penis, slowly tugging it, stifling the moan as she felt it begin to bloat and thicken in her hand.

She was ashamed to admit it, but she'd begun trying to research the behaviour of her new body on the Internet. A lot of resources existed for the new mutants springing up across the country, and along with emotional support was, of course, personal advice. A lot of personal advice, in tremendous detail. It seemed mutants thought about sex all the time, and were more than happy to advise other mutants on how they could best use their bodies for pleasure, or simply deal with their conditions as well as possible.

She sat on the edge of the toilet, slowly pumping her cock to full erection, before pulling it up, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them around it. Her head darted forward, sinking down onto the tip as she took several inches into her mouth.

The first time she did this, at the prompting of her mutant forum, she'd barely been able to keep her hands on her tits after the explosion of pleasure from the sensation of her mouth on her cock. By now, though, she was a practised hand at it, and skilfully tugged her mounds up and down against the thick shaft as she took her cock to the back of her throat. She'd discovered that she was unusually flexible after her transformation, and with some effort (and as long as she wasn't TOO hard) she could get halfway down the length of her cock, but that precluded being able to titfuck herself, and by now she adored the feeling of the pillowy softness against her manhood. A more reasonable blowjob and room for a tit-fuck was far better.

She grunted, feeling the now-familiar building sensation of an orgasm, and popped her dick out of her mouth to point it at the tub and start pumping with her hands. She'd made the mistake of trying to swallow before, and while it felt good and deliciously naughty, she came far too hard to be able to focus on swallowing her entire load without making a mess that she would then have to desperately clean to hide the evidence of her lapse in self-control.

By now, six hours on, her balls were packed with roughly six heavy quarts of cum so thick it looked like shampoo. In the experiments she ran to keep herself sane, she'd worked out it took her about 3 minutes of constant orgasm to squeeze out each quart. It made the idea of draining down a little daunting, especially when she was so limited in the time she had available to masturbate, but she knew that if she did nothing it would only get worse. The longer she left it to drain, the more cripplingly hard she'd shoot when she finally came.

She knelt down on the bathmat at the edge of the tub, stuffing the sock in her mouth to stifle the moans and gasps as her cock lurched, her hips straining forward as it began to shoot off. Muffling her sexual noises was probably the hardest part of dealing with her hyper-extended orgasms, since by five or ten minutes in she could barely stay upright, let alone focus on silence. The beautiful few hours she occasionally got when her family were all out were the best, when she was able to fully enjoy the pleasures of her body without worrying about being discovered.

She spent the next twenty or so minutes unloading the contents of her balls into the tub as they slowly shrank back to their normal size. She gripped her cock, pressing her fingers into the middle of the shaft and squeezing up a few more large globs of spunk. She'd found if she left any in it would irritate and stimulate her and make her build up far faster, so she was careful to milk as much cum out as possible.

She got up with a sigh, grabbing the plastic bag and scooping as much cum into it as she could. She'd gotten warnings from her boards that too much cum could block up pipes. Before the bags she'd used a plastic waste basket.

She wandered back into her bedroom, sitting back down at the computer and staring at Katrina's messages. Rebirth. The mutant city. Could she do it? The idea of running away was terrifying, she'd never known anything else, any other life. As bad as it was here, was it worth the unknown?

She jumped as she heard a thump on her door. "Brooke! You'd better not be defiling yourself in there, girl! You still haven't purged that devil's taint from your sinful body!"

Brooke went beet-red as her mother stomped away. She started typing furiously to Katrina.

"I'm leaving tonight."

It was definitely worth it.


Kyle had been home alone when the storm hit. Watching lesbian porn, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone. The first symptom he noticed was a stiffness in his neck and through his shoulders and pain and heat down his ribs. He noticed that the pain went away if he tilted his head to the right. After a little while of holding his head cocked, he realised that he actually struggled to move it back.

He could feel a prickling sensation all through his face and body, as well, and it finally got irritating enough for him to go to his mirror and see if something was wrong with his skin. The sight that hit him was nothing short of shocking.

Kyle had always been fairly thin, but his face had perceptibly changed shape. His lips were plumper, his cheeks rounder and his jaw softened. His blond hair had grown longer, straightening out from its usual shag. He gasped as he realised that his head had also migrated right on his body, his neck no longer in the centre of his shoulders.

He leaned in, wide-eyed, realising that his hair was still growing. There was a twinge from the left side of his shoulders, and as he raised a hand to rub it he felt a strange pressure from just below his shoulder joint. He also felt the same heat and pressure spreading across his chest.

He pulled off his t-shirt, grimacing as he felt his sides twitch, and stared blankly at the second set of nipples that had appeared on his lower chest. It took him a moment to realise that the flesh underneath all four was swollen, and then another moment before the realisation hit him. Long hair, soft features, swollen chest and, he realised, growing hips.

"Am I... turning into a girl? What the fuck is going on?"

His hair had lengthened down to past his neck now, straight and blond. The tilt in his neck had eased, but his head still looked as though it had moved; in fact, his shoulders actually looked wider.

He shrieked as a bump suddenly appeared on the left side of his shoulders, not realising how feminine it sounded. At the same time the swelling under his nipples surged forward, now unmistakeably a pair of B-cup breasts. It was joined by a pressure in his groin, right between his legs. He struggled for a moment to get his pants down over his expanded hips and let out a moan of shock as he saw his penis shrink away, disappearing into a patch of smooth skin. His balls were already gone.

He groaned as the pressure under his arms doubled, a pair of fleshy bumps swelling out from under his armpits. His face no longer bore any evidence of masculinity, instead having shifted to an astoundingly pretty girl with a small button nose, wide eyes, full lips and long, luscious blond hair. His four breasts were still growing, now clearing hand-filling D-cups with no sign of slowing. He looked back down between his legs, half expecting to see the line of a new vagina, but instead there was only another large swelling bump.

He ran his hands across his sweating forehead and through his hair, and stopped as he saw the growing bumps under his arms twitch as he moved. He touched them, gasping as he realised they were twitching with the movement of his arms. They kept swelling, until they could hardly be called bumps any more. He tensed his muscles, and the stumps flexed and moved.

He was starting to hyperventilate. The lump on his neck and the one between his legs were swelling rapidly, his breasts were still growing and the stumps of flesh sprouting from the sides of his body lengthened by the second.

His stomach growled and twisted as he saw his navel begin to split in half like a dividing cell, taking his now-trim abdominals with it and dividing them until he had two sets of abs travelling up from each side of his wide hips to the bottom of his chest, where they joined. The lengths growing from his sides reached the length of his arms, slowly reshaping, until he watched in shock as a set of fingers grew out of the end.

Four arms. He had four arms. He didn't even have to guess what was happening between his legs, watching in resigned horror as it formed into a third leg. He could feel slashes of pain inbetween the legs, groaning at the idea of what he knew was happening.

Suddenly, he blacked out. He lost all sense of sight, sound, taste and smell, left only with what he could feel with the rest of his body. A white-hot pain lanced through his mind where his senses had been, and then an explosion of colours before his vision, followed shortly by a cacophony of sound. He blinked until the colours cleared and his vision swam back into focus, then stopped, trying to work out what was wrong.

He blinked again. He waved a hand in front of his eyes. And in front of his other eyes.

He turned to the mirror again and screamed a stereo scream. There on the left side of his shoulders was a second head, blinking in the new light. It was bald and pink-skinned but otherwise looked a lot like his first head, and as he watched he could see and feel little fuzzy strands of hair starting to form on its scalp.

He felt around, trying to work out how his double-headed vision operated. His heads processed independently, and with a little effort he realised he could look in two directions at once. He could feel new connections burning in his brains as he independently moved each of his four arms. By the time he felt somewhat comfortable, his new head had long, flowing pitch-black locks that reached down nearly to his ass, the same length as his first head's blond hair.

He reached down between one set of his legs and met his new moist pussy. His fingers dragged up and encountered his dual clitorises. Another of his hands palmed one of his four hefty G-cups. He looked back in the mirror, both of his heads biting their lip with anticipation.



Brooke trudged to the bus stop, dragging her suitcase along behind her. Even though it was late, she still felt conspicuous and out of place. Her parents hadn't allowed her to buy new clothes since her transformation, claiming that she wouldn't need them once she properly repented, and that her ill-fitting clothes would serve to remind her. That meant she had breasts larger than her head stuffed into a shirt made for a skinny waif with A-cups, and no bra. She could already tell the stitching under the arms wasn't long for this world. Fortunately she had a skirt long and modest enough to mostly cover her bulge, although the idea of getting a boner was terrifying, especially since she had no underwear large enough to hold her mutant package and certainly not large enough to cope with even an hour of swelling cum.

She certainly wished she had some underwear by the end of the twenty-minute walk to the stop. After roughly an hour packing clothes, her laptop and some important memories of her old life, her balls were large and heavy enough to swing back and forth and rebound off her thighs as she walked. She'd changed her gait to cope, but it was still a large amount of tender flesh to have swinging every which possible way.

She got onto the bus, mercifully with a driver she didn't know. His eyes bugged out at the sight of her enormous breasts jiggling back and forth in her t-shirt, but that meant he wasn't looking for the bulge in her skirt. The bus ride was fitful and anxious, as she had to sit with her legs spread further and further apart to make room for her swelling sack over the two-hour journey.

With little to do besides wallow in the company of her own thoughts, her mind went where it tended to of late: sex, and then guilt. While she wasn't at the period in her expansion where her libido became increasingly erratic and she became prone to spontaneous erections, without anything else to distract her she couldn't help but start to grow hard.

She held down her swelling cock with her hands and took a deep breath to try and calm down-

shrrrrrip

-and her breasts tore right out of her shirt. Her hands flew up to cover her nipples, letting her erection swing up pulling her skirt with it until it nearly slid off the tip. She tried to corral her boobs with one arm across the nipples and push down her cock as she could feel every eye on her. She heard footsteps, and a cold chill ran down her neck.

Someone's going to complain and I'll get kicked off and oh God...

A hand appeared in front of her vision, holding a wool blanket. Brooke looked at the small, serious-faced old lady holding the blanket, and accepted it sheepishly. The lady leaned in.

"My granddaughter's like you. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean. I'd hope someone would do this for her as well."

Brooke took the blanket, wrapping it around herself and, as the old lady moved back to her seat near the back of the bus, began to sob.



Brooke stepped off the bus at Houghton station, still wrapped in the blanket. Her erection had finally gone down, but that just meant her balls had grown even faster.

She spied a figure standing at the corner of the station, outside the lights, wearing a large trenchcoat. It turned to the side, revealing a second head that made Brooke gasp.

"Katrina?"

The girl turned both heads towards her, breaking into double smiles. "Brooke! You-"
"-finally came! It's-"
"-so great to meet you!"

She ran forward, pulling Brooke into a deep hug. Brooke leaned in for a kiss on the cheek to the blond head. Katrina poked the cheek of her brunette head.

"And now-"
"-this one."

Instead of a peck on the cheek, though, Katrina moved her mouth to catch Brooke in a deep tongue kiss. Brooke shuddered, feeling her cock pulse almost instantly and start to throb before she pulled away.

"What are you doing?!"

Katrina's brunette head grinned. "Saying hello, cutie. It's how we-"
"-muties do it. Come on, we're only a block-"
"-from here. You can meet-"
"the others."

The final line was spoken in unison. Katrina seemed to not have great control of which head was speaking, with sentences jumping back and forth between the two or coming from both.

It was only as she began to walk away that Brooke noticed her three-legged gait. Her legs moved forward in a back-and-forth order, middle, left, middle, right, middle. Brooke had to practically jog to keep up with her, holding her boobs tightly under the blanket. "Did that take much getting used to?"

"Yeah, it took-"
"-me a while. For the first-"
"-couple of weeks I kept tripping over."

She giggled a stereo giggle. "I got used to two cunts right away, though!"

Brooke was uncomfortably aware of her reaction to Katrina talking like that, feeling the lurch in her groin muscles. "How do you deal with... you know, the urges? How do you stop yourself from just touching yourself all the time?"

Katrina's brows wrinkled. "I don't understand? Why-"
"-would you stop touching yourself?"

Brooke huffed, her balls bouncing off her legs as she tried to keep pace. "I mean, can't it- doesn't it go away? If you stop?"

The doublegirl laughed, a crystal-clear stereo mirth. "Oh, baby, no. It never-"
"-goes away. There's no "cure." We're-"
"-stuck like this."

She winked with her blond head. "Not that I mind."

That stopped Brooke dead, her nuts swinging forward with her momentum and her boobs bouncing. "You- you LIKE this?"

"Honey, you never realised?"
"I mean it was a shock, yeah, but-"
"-after I got used to it, I started-"
"-loving it."

The idea that her friend enjoyed her condition had never occurred to Brooke. She knew Katrina had come to terms with it, and certainly enjoyed the sex, but just enjoying what she was? That was possible?

"How could you enjoy this? What's happened to us?"

"How could I not? I'm-"
"-hot, my body feels great. All the, like-"
"-questions you normally have about what you-"
"-should be doing and why just disappear."

She sighed, almost happily, speaking in unison. "I feel... free."

"Don't you miss your family? Your friends? Your life?!"

She shrugged. "This life is better. I'm-"
"-interesting. I'm a freak. I'm-"
"-sexy."

Brooke couldn't deny that. She was still nursing a semi-hardon from Katrina's kiss earlier. Katrina pointed over toward a run-down building.

"Over there. We're squatting."
"There's power, and we get municipal wi-fi."
"Come on, I want you to meet the others."



Brooke climbed a few stairs and ladders behind Katrina, trying and failing not to look at the girl's triple-cheeked ass. She was fully hard by the time they got to the right room.

As abandoned as the rest of the building, it had been made cozy with blankets, pillows and light, carving out a large comfortable corner. Several laptops and a smartphone were plugged into a power strip that led out the door.

Two girls were on the cushion pile, one of them waving to Katrina as she walked back in. The other pouted sullenly.

The pouting one sat with her arms folded underneath her immense bust. It was even bigger than Brooke's, but appeared to be somehow  perkier, standing out in almost perfect teardrops. They were so perky that they somehow only curved down to just the top of her stomach, where Brooke's enormous, more natural-looking mounds hung to her navel.

She was nude, but wreathed in a waterfall of wavy hair so blond it was nearly yellow, that cascaded on the cushions around her and would have hung nearly to the floor when she stood up, extending a foot out either side of her body.

Her face was perfectly, if thickly, made up, with dark eyeliner that made her eyes look huge and vapid and bright pink lipstick on her thick, plush lips. Brooke could just see behind the mass of her boobs that she had a tiny, pinched-in wasp waist.

The other girl was actually clothed, though her top appeared overstuffed and her skirt revealed a large tent and attempted to wrap around wide, curvaceous hips. Brooke realised her shirt was overstuffed because of the third breast nestled in it, and though her breasts weren't close to Brooke's own, let alone the other girl, they would have been called large on any conventional woman.

"Brooke, this is Soleil-" Katrina waved a hand at the clothed mutant, "-and this is Alex."



Soleil wandered into the bathroom, sweating. She'd been all ready that morning to head into the office and put the finishing touches on the Pandesky case, but she'd suddenly come down with a case of nausea.

By the time she'd reached the bathroom, though, the sickness had faded, but had been replaced with a burning heat all through her chest, focused on her (rather large, she was proud to say) breasts, as well as a similar heat in her groin.

She stripped off her suit jacket and her button-down shirt, revealing a utilitarian white bra. She could feel a strange tingling on her ribcage, right between her breasts. She poked there and gasped as her finger sank right down to the first knuckle in what should have been bone.

When she withdrew her finger, a small bump popped up along with it. As she looked on in shock, it swelled further, changing shape and spreading out until she could only describe it as an erect nipple.

She groaned as pressure built up in her breasts and behind her new nipple, along with a similar pressure through her hips and her pubic mound. She felt the pressure flare, and her boobs surged against the cups of her bra, the fabric of the straps creeping as titflesh swelled against the cups. At the same time, her tight pencil skirt tore down the sides as her hips suddenly widened several inches.

The pressure was especially bad in the centre of her chest, and even as her boobs expanded she could see the bump between them playing rapid catch-up until it wobbled and jostled for space in her already overstuffed bra. She reached back and unhooked it, letting out an involuntary moan as her heavy breasts fell free and slapped against her chest, including what could now only be described as her third tit. She touched its nipple and pitched forward, knees shaking as pleasure rocketed through her body. Her clit lurched hard, the pressure in her groin doubling behind it as she cupped and palmed her swelling, hypersensitive breasts.

Her clit suddenly tightened even more, her muscles straining hard. There was a slash of blinding pain through it and a sickening organic noise, and a large, misshapen bump began to rise up in the front of her skirt. Trembling, she reached a hand down and touched it, gasping as it throbbed.

It swelled further, straining at the already-ruined shreds of her skirt until they tore completely, allowing two thick thirteen-inch cocks to fall down and throb to full erection, holding up the remaining flap of her skirt.

Transfixed, she pushed the flap of fabric aside, peering over her expanded triple-bust to watch them throb. Still cupping one of her breasts with her left hand, she reached down and wrapped her right hand around the top shaft, taking in a sharp intake of breath as the pleasure flooded into her body.

She began to rub her hand around it, teasing into the ridge under the head with her fingers and stroking her nails lightly down the underside, making her shiver and gasp. Within minutes she was slowly stroking it, exulting in the sensation all the way up the lengthy shaft. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen and she had two of them. She knew she should have been upset, even freaked out, but the sensations were too good.

She looked around, realising someone could walk into the bathroom at any moment, and ducked into a stall, her cocks bouncing as she moved. She felt underneath them, finding a swelling bump at the top of her pussy, just below her lower shaft. Her pussy suddenly felt full, like there was something inside her. Her muscles spasmed and, with her brow crinkling in confusion, she pushed.

An egg-sized mass popped out from under the lump, filling and stretching the skin around it and drawing a yelp from her  The sensation grew again, and within minutes she'd pushed a second fleshy egg into the rapidly-swelling sac.

She went back to stroking herself, periodically groaning and pushing another mass out. After the first one, her cocks had begun leaking, pearly precum beading at the tips and dripping down the length of her shafts. She'd gripped and tugged her hand from the base to the top of her upper dick and been rewarded with a weighty glob of the stuff that dripped down over her hand, lubing the passage of her fingers.

She was a throbbing, hot, sloppy mess. The flow of precum didn't stop, and if anything only increased as she jerked her dick, ignoring the protesting throbs and the petulant dripping of her other shaft. I'll deal with you later!

Later, however, didn't seem forthcoming. She sat and tugged for what felt like ages, and though several times she felt it get tantalisingly close, each time the feelings receded, leaving only a belch of precum in its wake. She stopped, panting, realising that whatever she was doing wasn't working. In the interim, she grunted and squeezed out another testicle into her overstuffed scrotum, both shafts heralding the event by dripping more goo.

This isn't working. Maybe if I... She pulled her left hand from her tender breast and reached down to her lower dick, starting to pump it amateurishly as her right hand went back to work. The sensation from double-masturbation was nearly too much to bear, her hips bucking as moist gasps died in her throat.

Keeping up a rhythm on even a single cock with her dominant hand was hard enough under the onslaught, let alone jerking off two at once. She did her best but her efforts were fruitless, both cocks stuck in a cycle of coming close to orgasm and then fading, leaving nothing but a horrifying tease and another voluminous string of precum in its wake. It seemed that unless she got both cocks on the edge at the same time, she couldn't cum. She started to sob, her hands soaked in her pre, gliding up and down the slick shafts of her dicks in trembling staccato motions as she tried her hardest to finally bring herself off...



Katrina sprawled out on a pile of cushions, kicking off her shoes and stretching back, curling her toes. She motioned to Brooke.

"Sit down, make yourself at home, babe. We're here for one more night. I organised a Rebirth Bus to pick us up."

Brooke took a seat near Soleil, spreading her legs apart to allow her sack space between them. The action caught the girl's eye, and she winked. "Space issues, hey?"

Brooke flushed. "Uh, yeah."

Soleil gave her a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. We're all freaks here. How many do you have to fit down there?"

Brooke's brow crinkled. "Uh, two?"

Soleil sighed. "Lucky." She lifted up her skirt, spreading her legs a little further. Brooke gasped at the sight of her twin cocks and bulbous, misshapen scrotum. She girl reached down, palming her sack, and it was plainly obvious that the shape was because it contained a multitude of egg-sized testicles. Her cocks throbbed, and a fat wad of precum belched from each of the tips, rolling down the shafts.

"I've got twelve of them, I think. I don't know for certain. They're, like, always working overtime as well, so I pretty much constantly leak."

She sighed again. "The worst part? I'm leaking and horny all the time but unless both my dicks get off at once, I can never cum. That makes it really hard to masturbate."

Brooke flushed hard, turning her head away. She'd found herself becoming transfixed by the sight of Soleil's mutant genitalia, feeling the stirrings in her own cock. She heard the girl giggle. "Oh, it's nothing you haven't seen befo- uh, okay, maybe it is, but don't worry. We're all friends here."

Katrina chimed in. "In Rebirth, people walk around naked all the time. They-"
"-say hello with kissing and sex is, like, just something you do as friends."

"Gross." That was Alex. "There are probably penises everywhere."

"I hope so!" Both of Katrina's heads smiled. "I like dicks."

The bimbo girl sneered, or at least tried; her vapid expression made it look more like she'd accidentally stepped in a puddle. "Weren't you a fuckin' guy before?"

"So? Doesn't really matter after-"
"-you mutate. It fucks with everything, your-"
"-sexual preferences included. It was weird-"
"-at first but at some point you just have to-"
"-accept that you're into penis."

Alex sniffed. "Fuck that. Nope. The mutation hasn't changed my head, no matter what else it's done to me."

Soleil looked thoughtful, laid back with her skirt still hiked up and her cocks periodically disgorging a glob of precum into a puddle under her ass. "Do guy and girl even mean anything any more to us? I've got two cocks and a vagina. Katrina's got two pussies. Brooke's got-"

She looked over meaningfully, and Brooke flushed even harder. Katrina chimed in. "Just the cock."

"Okay. And she started out a girl, even. So, what does it all mean? Is she a guy now? What if she had a pussy? Does that change it? Aren't we all just basically mutants now?"

"I'm a woman, and I like other women. Simple as that. I'm not weak enough to have that dictated to me by some disease."

Katrina laughed. "Except for the part where you're a walking bimbo fuckhole gagging for dick twenty-four-seven."

Alex growled, rolling forward on her enormous shelf of an ass. Brooke could see thick strands of pussy lube following her. She'd been stewing in her own juices. "You fucking cunt! How dare yo-"

She stopped, wide-eyed. Katrina, grinning evilly, had turned her heads inwards and locked lips, drawing herself into a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands crossed her body, her lower-left hand dropping to her right pussy and her upper-left cupping her lower-right breast. Her right hands both moved to a breast.

The three remaining girls sat in stunned silence as Katrina engaged in a one-woman lesbian makeout session. Her hand rubbed in rapid circles around her pussy, Brooke realising that each of her mounds came equipped with two clitorises side-by-side. She moaned, one of her faces breaking off the kiss to start panting as the other side of her body went on the offensive, rubbing its pussy hard and practically mauling its bountiful breasts. Brooke wasn't sure if Katrina even realised what was happening, but she seemed to be falling into a dom-sub relationship with her own body, the blond head taking the initiative as the dark-haired head whined in pleasure.

Brooke heard a choking noise and looked to the side as Alex pitched forward onto her hands and knees, her hips gyrating. Alex looked at her with teary eyes, making another choking noise. Her mouth opened and Brooke gasped as a large penis slowly pushed out from behind her plump, pink lips, and then pulled back in. She let out a deep, muffled moan and there was a slick noise, her legs spreading apart. She heard it again and again, each one accompanied by a thrust of the pneumatic mutant's hips, and Brooke realised she was being fucked from the inside out.

Soleil stepped forward, slowly tugging on both of her cocks, spraying a small spurt of precum in front of her. "That's the other part of her mutation. She waits too long or gets too horny without sticking something inside her? Her body basically rapes itself. Her mouth and both of her pussies."

Brooke's quizzical look made her go on. "She's got a second pussy between her ass cheeks. Surprised she got away without one instead of her mouth, as well."

The cocks had picked up speed, leaving the writhing girl being savagely, mercilessly fucked by rapid, pounding thrusts. Brooke knew she was in distress, but on the other hand watching Alex's massive tits swing back and forth, watching her round ass gyrate as each pair of thrusts ravaged her pussies, had Brooke at full mast.

Soleil knelt down behind Alex, biting her lip, positioning the tips of her cocks at both of Alex's holes. She thrust forward, groaning deeply.

"You- uhhh- see, if someone's-ugh- filling a hole, she doesn't fuck it herself."

She began to thrust slowly, her hands running across the the curve of the girl's ass, her three tits heaving with each roll of her hips. Alex squealed around the dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling as a massive orgasm wracked her body. Brooke's cock lurched hard, making her gasp in pleasure. Her balls were tight and aching, and she could tell she was going to have to drain soon. Despite the fact that two of the mutants were fucking in front of her, though, she still didn't want to reveal herself, blushing furiously and trying to push down her erection.

Transfixed by the sight of copulation in front of her, she didn't notice Katrina walking over to her until she felt her skirt sliding up her legs. She squealed, kicking her legs lightly, but Katrina grabbed her ankles with her lower arms, still lifting the skirt up.

"Oh come on, Brooke, you don't meet three new mutants-"
"-and slink off to masturbate. Besides, what am I supposed to do?"

She flipped the skirt over, unveiling the fat, pulsing shaft. She licked both sets of lips, moving her hands to the bottom of the shaft and starting to tug.

"You've such a big, sexy fucking cock."
"It's not the biggest I've ever seen but-"
"-it's just right. I don't need you to have-"
"-a dick bigger than your body. This is perfect."

She shifted forward, letting go of Brooke's legs as she stopped struggling. Katrina pushed her upper boobs together, wrapping them around the upper half of Brooke's dick, her lower arms still slowly pumping the shaft. She licked her lips and leaned forward, her boobs sliding down Brooke's cock to allow the rest of it to project up between her heads.

They turned inwards again, showing off her amazing flexibility, and started to lick and plant sucking kisses up either side of Brooke's cock. Her right head, the blonde, stretched her mouth wide to fit the tip in, staring straight into Brooke's eyes as she sucked, while the brunette kept licking up the underside and mewling in pleasure.

Brooke nearly blacked out. The sensations shuddering from every inch of her oversized dick were like nothing she'd ever felt before. Katrina's mutant body and her own immense size created the possibility of a full-body experience unimaginable by regular people. The heads began switching off, the blonde moving off to start licking the underside while the brunette teased the tip with her tongue. One of Katrina's lower hands slid down and began to gently cup and caress Brooke's balls.

"These must be so full. How long has it been for you?"

Stuffed full of cock, the other head stopped trading off speaking. Katrina grinned at the writhing dickgirl, still gently fondling her nuts while one hand rubbed up and down the bottom of her cock and the top hands kept pressing her upper set of breasts against the shaft.

Brooke moaned, and Katrina took the opportunity to pop her mouth off the end and push forward, levering Brooke's cock into her own mouth. Brooke's eyes went wide in sudden surprise, and Katrina lifted her arms up to press all four breasts around the shaft and slide them down so her heads were level with Brooke's breasts, taking a nipple into each mouth.

The combined sensation of a triple titfuck, sucking herself off and having both her nipples sucked on at once was too much, and within a couple of minutes she moaned into her cockhead, her abdominals tensing, and then her eyes going wide as a load of cum forced its way up the length of her shaft and exploded into her mouth.

She choked on the first and second loads, her cock finally leaving her mouth at the third shot taking an overstuffed mouthful of jizz with it. Katrina laughed, milking more hard shots out of Brooke's cock with her breasts, until she sat back and just slowly pumped with each crippling spasm through Brooke's body.

While Brooke was cumming, Soleil finally grunted, grabbing hard onto Alex's ass cheeks and bucking as she deposited a hard double load into the girl's twin pussies, falling back and sighing with strings of cum trailing to her dicks. Alex slumped forward, dazed in the afterglow of dozens of rapid-fire orgasms.

Soleil looked over at Brooke, writhing on the bed of cushions as she shot off again and again, and purred, watching the sight with interest.

"Wow. When does she stop?"

Katrina smiled, giving Brooke's cock a hard pump with her next shot, making the girl shriek and cum extra-hard. "Like ten or fifteen minutes. She-"
"-doesn't stop until her balls are drained."

"Wow." Soleil grimaced, her cocks lurching back to erection, two more huge globs of precum oozing from them to slide down the shafts. "I wish I could drain all my balls at once."

"Even if it-"
"-took you hours?"

The pair watched Brooke scream and sob for a moment, clutching the cushions and humping her hips into the air, the lengthy pole of her dick shaking strands of cum across the room.

"Uh, yeah? I'd trade with any of you in a heartbeat." She looked over at Alex, slumped forward on the pillowy mass of her tits, still shivering with residual orgasms. "Well, uh, maybe not her. At least she can still satisfy herself, though."

Katrina smirked, gently rubbing a few of her nipples. "Yeah I think I got the best deal-"
"-out of this. I don't know if you're better off-"
"-than Brooke, though." The girl was crying now, wracking sobs that coincided with each burst of spunk from the end of her gigantic dick. "How would you ever-"
"-get used to that?"

Soleil shrugged, running her hand up one of her cocks to clean off a layer of pre, flicking it off onto the floor with a wet slap and shuddering with the sensation as both her cocks lurched. "Am I ever going to get used to this?"

"Heh, probably not. We're-"
"all fucked, aren't we?"

"Amen, sister." Soleil looked across Katrina's body, her four erect nipples and the flush of her cheeks, and particularly the moisture across her twin pussies. "Speaking of fucked, uh, are you up for it?"

"Thought you were never-"
"-going to ask."

She crawled over, swinging one set of legs over Soleil and sinking down onto a cock with a groan of relief. Soleil gasped, shaking her head.

"No, no, not just one-"

Katrina placed a finger on the girl's lips. "Shh. Let me-ugh-"
"-sort it out."

She wrapped one hand around Soleil's upper cock. Another snaked behind her, under her wide ass, to lift up Soleil's overstuffed scrotum and sink a finger or two into her pussy. She bit her lip in concentration, moving another hand up to Soleil's triple bust, and finally positioned the last one down at her empty pussy. She began a complicated dance of stimulation, lifting and grinding her hips, jerking, fingering and rubbing, while her lover writhed underneath her.


Alex stirred as her stomach churned in pain, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, smacking her lips at the taste of stale booze and cigarettes. The lithe little blonde with the undershave in the bed next to her turned over, but didn't wake up.

What a night. It was always fun breaking in a new dyke. She'd been beginning to despair of finding anyone, especially after the first person she'd sidled up to at the bar had turned out to be a fucking tranny.

She pulled on an old, loose tank top and a pair of jeans, and stepped over a pile of newsletters, emblazoned with a large fist atop a circle and cross. She had to remember to bring the rest to the meeting tonight so they could go postering around the campus. It was hard, getting a radfem group started up a small-town college, but somehow the difficulty improved the fun.

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her buzz cut was beginning to grow out a little. She might get it coloured this time. As she got a glass of water from the sink, her stomach churned with another sudden bout of nausea. Jesus, what a fucker of a hangover. I didn't drink THAT much, did I?

She flopped down on the sharehouse couch, fighting down the urge to throw up. She felt clammy and shivery, but with a strange heat flooding through her core and out to her chest and hips, and also through her face. She wiped cold sweat off her forehead and ran her fingers down her face, and stopped as she felt a burst of sensitivity from her lips.

Are they... She touched her upper lip gently. Are they swollen? Am I having an allergic reaction or something?

She ran her tongue across them and shivered lightly. She soon realised that her nipples were erect, the tips of her tiny tits showing up through her tank top. As she lifted an arm to brush over one, she felt a prickle all throughout her armpit, soon realising a bunch of her flourishing armpit hair had fallen out. She also felt a twinge in her clit, and a hot, sticky sensation of arousal.

What the fuck is going on? There was a flood of pressure behind her breasts, and she could swear she saw them swell behind her top, the nipples pressing even more heavily into her shirt. She stepped back and groaned at the tightness of her jeans around her ass.

She stumbled back in to the bedroom, gritting her teeth at the pull of the fabric across her skinny butt. Her playmate from last night was awake by now. "Hey, uhh-"

She looked at Alex levelly for a moment. "Cody."

"Right, Cody. Uh, do I look different to you this morning?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, I was fucking wasted. Uh... Are you wearing makeup?"

"What?!" She sprinted back in to the mirror, uncomfortably aware of her chest bouncing. Her eyes had formed a dark outline, her skin clearing of its pockmarks. Her lips were truly pouty now, and seemed to be slowly turning a brighter shade of pink.

"What the FUCK?!" Her hair had joined in, easily an inch long now. Where before it was a mousy auburn, the new growth was a spun-gold blond. Her new tits surged forward with a swell of pressure, soon joined by her ass, straining so hard against her jeans that they creaked when she moved. They also sported a tremendous wet patch at the front.

Back in the bedroom, Cody was browsing her phone, and looked up when Alex stumbled back in. "Are you trying a new look? It's really femme, but, uh, I'm not sure how into it I am? Honestly I kind of only got into it last night because of how much you looked like a guy..."

"No, uh, Cody! Something's happening to me! Look at these!" She thrust out her chest, uncomfortably aware of them actively swaying and jiggling to a stop. "I'm growing fucking tits! This isn't just a new look!"

Cody's brow wrinkled as her thumb swiped down her phone. "What? That's ridiculous. You're probably bloated or something from last night. Maybe you should go to the doct- haha, a friend of mine on Facebook is saying he's turning into a girl. And, um, there's a related news article..."

Alex snatched the phone from Cody, tapping it to open the news article. She realised her normally short, chewed-down fingernails were half an inch long now as one of them tapped the screen before her fingertip. She fanned out her fingers, open-mouthed, before looking back at the article.

"Unbelievable stories of bizarre transformations are flooding international news networks... No scientific explanation... Disturbing and sexual..."

She subconsciously pushed a lock of sweat-streaked golden hair from her face, then stopped, realising her hair was already long enough to reach her eyes. The pressure had redoubled in her tits and ass. Itching need was building rapidly in her pussy.

"Fuck! Look at my tits, they're, like, C-cups!" She dropped the phone to the bed, hefting her new mounds, easily filling her hands.

"C-cups? Have you ever bought a bra that wasn't a training bra? They're at least double-Ds, maybe even Es."

"Fuck!" Her loose tank top was no longer even coming close to hiding the bulk of her new tits, and when she turned around to head back into the bathroom she squealed as her jeans, now impossibly tight, shredded down the sides to make room for her globular rump. Worse still was the feeling of the fabric tight along her pussy, like that had swollen as well.

"Cody! Call a fucking doctor or something! Jesus!" She could feel her lips smack together, each contact sending a bolt of pleasure to her overworked snatch, along with every motion of her bloated boobs.

"What's a doctor going to do?" Cody was browsing her phone again, looking up what she could about the condition. "It says they can't do anything about it, so just make yourself comfortable and wait it out?"

Alex groaned, falling back on the bed and lifting her ass so she could try and struggle out of what was left of her jeans. Her boobs slid down her chest with a hefty weight, and, after she managed to pull the sides of her jeans together long enough to unhook the fly, she managed to slide them down across her hips and kick them off onto the floor, revealing the vast expanse of her new hips and thighs.

Her pussy was soaked through, juices leaking out onto the sheets, and was completely bald as well. Most horribly, her clitoris seemed to have disappeared, leaving nothing but smooth lips. It still practically ached to be played with, and before long Alex had a hand working away inside her pussy, the other reaching up to cup and pinch the enormous nipple tipping one of her still-growing breasts.

"Yeah. uh, it also says that an overcharged libido is a common side effect."

Alex drew in a rattling gasp as her body continued to swell out of control. Her hair was past her shoulders by now, her lips felt slick and glossy. She felt a bizarre writing sensation from between her ass cheeks, and when she clenched her muscles felt another sudden burst of pleasure. The rubbing felt good, but at the same time, she couldn't feel herself really getting any closer to climax.

"You look completely different. It's really freaky."

Alex moaned in response. She spread her legs, feeling sticky strands of juice separating both her thighs... and her ass cheeks? The confusion overpowered her lust for a moment, letting her dip her hand down from her pussy. It felt warm and wet, full of fleshy folds. It almost felt like another vagina had replaced her asshole.

She sobbed. Her boobs were truly massive now, but somehow still perfectly perky, with huge throbbing nipples that begged to be sucked. Her waist had pulled in, thinner than her already-skinny midriff had been before. Each of her hips and ass cheeks were practically the size of a basketball, wide and round. Her hair had fanned out as it grew, now reaching past the small of her back.

She looked over at Cody with thick, dark eyelashes, tears rolling down perfectly-rouged cheeks. "I can't even cum! How could this get any fucking wor-guk?!"

She choked. She tried to swallow, but she seemed to involuntarily choke again. She shifted her thighs, feeling something writhing inside her body. Her eyes unfocused for a moment, and Cody gasped as she saw Alex's throat ripple. Another brief moment of discomfort, another choking noise, and Alex's mouth flew open. Cody screamed as she realised the fat tip of a thick dick had pushed its way out, Alex's lips sealing around it subconsciously before it pulled itself back in.

Alex spread her legs, her screams muffled by the cock in her mouth as two more pushed their way out from the inside of her pussies, extending out about an inch past her lips and then sliding back in. They started out slowly at first, but within less than a minute were pistoning in and out of her body with savage force, her hips actually shaking back and forth with the motion, while the one in her mouth mercilessly throatfucked her.

She flailed over on the bed, looking Cody in the eyes with cold fear. Her tits sloshed back and forth gelatinously as her body writhed, reaching out for the girl who pulled herself back up against the wall, quivering.

"I can't deal with this, Alex. I signed up for a one-night stand, not this shit."

Alex sobbed, too wracked by the cocks reaming her to even soundlessly beg, just collapsing onto the bed until the penises finally gave up, countless unwanted orgasms later. Her hair fanned out across the bed in golden waves. Her boobs quivered with the slightest motion, twinging her pussy. She didn't even need to look in the mirror to know her face had completed its transition to a pouty, overstuffed parody of femininity with thick cocksucking lips and whorish makeup. She could already feel the heat building in her pussies again...



Sunlight filtered through the dirty windows of the building. The four mutants were sprawled out in varying states of dishevelment. Soleil snored, spooning with Alex, their juices pooling between them as Soleil's erect cocks disgorged their load and Alex leaked from both of her vaginas. Brooke lay where she had passed out at the end of her orgasm. Katrina slept fitfully, occasionally wrapping her arms around herself and subconsciously playing with the opposite side of her body.

Brooke was the first to wake up, groaning at the ache in her balls and the pulse of her steel-hard erection under a soft blanket. Her morning wood was the worst, carrying the entirety of her pent-up bounty from the night. She was unusually sore today, and realised that she must have slept for far longer than usual.

She shifted forward, realising how far she'd spread her legs, feeling her balls jostle and bump against each other and her thighs. She didn't want to drain; after passing out in the middle of an orgasm, she felt like she'd only just finished the torturous process of cumming, but she knew it was only going to get worse if she left it alone.

Her mind immediately went to planning; to listening out for sounds and evaluating when she could find uninterrupted time in the bathroom. She had a brief moment of panic over the fact that she overslept and wouldn't be able to find private time until far later that night, swelling the whole time, until she remembered that she wasn't at home any more. None of her current roommates were going to scream at her or call her a devil whore for doing what she needed to do to stay sane and healthy.

It was very liberating. All she needed to do was convince herself it was liberating. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her face flushed with shame, and all she wanted to do was roll over and hide it until she could find somewhere private. Under the blanket, she pulled her dick down against her body, stifling a moan as it bucked against her grip. Of course, that just brought it down level with her mouth, the thick head bumping against her chin, her mouth involuntarily watering.

She pulled deeper under the blanket, closing her eyes and stretching her mouth out around the head, suckling lightly as one of her hands left the shaft to sink down, cupping and caressing her swollen testicles. She moaned into it, swirling her tongue around the head, her remaining hand on the shaft pumping as well as it was able. The apprehension was always the worst, and distracted her from bringing herself off as effectively; intellectually she knew she had to cum, but the thought of another of her torturous cumshots made her trigger-shy as she felt herself begin to approach it.

Her private struggle was suddenly interrupted when the blanket was thrown off her, Katrina's grinning faces filling her vision. "Hey! I told you, no playing with yourself! Get that out of your mouth, I've got somewhere you need to put it."

She looked over, and realised Soleil was fucking Alex again. Katrina pulled her up, her cock falling out of her mouth with a pop, and shepherded her over in front of Alex, predictably bent over on all fours so Soleil had full access to both of her holes. Katrina grabbed Brooke's dick, giving it a quick kiss on the end, and lined it up with Alex's mouth.

"Katrina, i-it won't fit!"

"Yes it will. Trust me." Alex moaned as the tip brushed her plump lips, smacking them together around the cock thrusting out from her own throat. It retreated, leaving her mouth empty and watering. Katrina giggled and pulled Brooke forward, shoving several inches of the girl's dick into Alex's mouth.

Katrina moved around behind Brooke, wrapping a pair of her arms around to sink into Brooke's pillowy breasts, the other taking place on either hip. She walked forward, shoving Brooke slowly into Alex, inch after inch gradually disappearing down her throat. Brooke whined, her body flooding with pleasure, her cock lurching hard against its warm prison and her nipples pulsing with need as Katrina's hands mauled her soft flesh.

Before too long, though, she was thrusting without Katrina's encouragement, letting Katrina move her hands down to play with her twin pussies. Alex had cum many times over, squealing with each thrust of Brooke's gargantuan dick and Soleil's twin shafts.

Soleil was the next to cum, her hips shaking and her face falling into a slack rictus as she shoved up against Alex's ass, twitching with each load of cum she dumped into the girl. Brooke came soon after, her orgasm taking her by surprise in the middle of her single-minded focus on stretching out Alex's lips.

To her shock, Alex didn't move away, purring madly as Brooke shot load after load deep into her stomach. Eventually, though, she started to choke, and was forced to pull away, a flood of thick cum falling from her mouth as Brooke continued to shoot. Alex writhed in the hot shower, feeling it run down her face and across her outsized breasts.

Katrina moved away and let Brooke fall back on her ass, her balls bouncing painfully off the floor as she screamed with more crippling cumshots. Katrina moved over to Soleil, panting on a pile of cushions, her dicks having rallied back to full precum-belching erection. She turned sideways, planting her middle leg between the two shafts, spreading her other legs to make passage for them. With a rattling moan, she sank down onto them, grabbing her breasts and beginning to bounce.

Brooke was still shooting by the time Katrina brought herself off, humping on Soleil until she came as well. The remaining three girls began packing up around Brooke, pulling all their things together into bags and sacks as she humped and writhed. They didn't bother cleaning up any of the mess, electing to leave the tremendous piles of cooling cum and other juices for someone else to worry about.

Brooke finally came down from her orgasmic high, her dick weakly squeezing out the last few loads of cum to roll gently down the length of the shaft. Katrina leaned down to help her milk the remnants out, gleefully slurping it up as she did.

By the time they had finished, a loud horn sounded from outside. Katrina hurried Brooke along, pulling her up and smoothing her down, then getting behind her and shoving her out of the room with the rest of the mutants, down to the street below.

A small bus sat idling outside. Gleaming white, the side emblazoned with a corporate logo and the word REBIRTH. Katrina threw Brooke's bag into the luggage compartment underneath, motioning for the girl to step on. Brooke took one last look back in the direction of her hometown. Almost to remind her why she left, her cock slapped gently against her thighs. She sighed, stepping on the bus to greet her new life.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

The Way Things Are

Zsere stretched, yawning, and reached up a hand to rub the sleep out of her eyes. The blankets and sheets were scattered around her body and, she reflected in the morning light filtering through the blinds, probably needed a wash soon.

She sighed, not wanting to get up. She shifted her leg, feeling one of her enormous testicles roll off onto the mattress, grimacing as sensation flooded back into her thigh. Tallo always warned her about letting her parts cut off her circulation, but it wasn't as if she could do anything about it while she was asleep. It's just the way things are.

She sat up, stretching more, her legs splaying further around the huge mass of her scrotum and the thick stem of her cock drooping across it. She gathered them up in her hands, swinging her legs off the bed and gently lowering them between her thighs, before reaching for her tablet on the bedside table.

This was a rare morning, one when she didn't have morning wood. It was kind of nice to just wake up gradually every once in a while instead of having to stumble around the house with her enormous erection bobbing to and fro, desperately searching for one of her harem-mates.

She brought up the morning news. The Greater London Gazette it proclaimed, 21st January, 2473. She hadn't been born in Greater London, but her mother had moved them there when Zsere was 14, when the Council had made her a better offer of support for Zsere than the Sydbourne Commonwealth, which produced far more than its fair share of hypers.

Her mother had always considered Zsere her ticket to comfort, when her industry was phased out back in the fifties and she'd been made redundant. She never quite gotten over the destruction of broadcast TV for DigiNet. She'd managed to get pregnant just beforehand, and nine worried months living on the dwindling redundancy payment later she was overjoyed to find her daughter was a hermaphrodite.

Zsere hadn't really had a regular education, since it wasn't as if hermaphrodites would ever have to worry about getting a job. She'd been allowed to read whatever she liked, though, and that tended to be history, especially the history of her breed.

Humanity used to have two genders; normal women and a strange sort of person called "men." Zsere remembered asking her mother why those weird-looking hairy herms in the books didn't have any boobs. Sometime in the late 21st century, though, they started disappearing. Men used to be born as often as women, but the rates started shifting in favour of women to the point where only one man was being born for every ten, fifty, a hundred women. The Global Parliament hadn't had any power at that time, though, so they weren't able to get the world to do anything about it until it was almost too late.

2102 marked the Shift; the first year no men were born. None the year after that, either. One man was born in 2104, but after that, nothing but women.

The first Global Parliament convened over the threat to the ongoing existence of humanity. A bioresearch lab in the Sydbourne Commonwealth (then called "Australia") brought what they said was the solution forward to the Parliament; a highly infectious airborne virus that would genetically engineer a small but significant number of women into being able to procreate.

They'd rejected it, of course. It was dangerous. It was insane. Genetic engineering was well-trodden ground at that point, but never on that sort of scale. It would take over a decade of human testing. After months upon months with no forthcoming solutions, with the lab bringing their results back every single sitting and rejected every time, they decided to take it into their own hands for the future of society.

The Virus was unleashed without much fanfare in the summer of 2105. It was subtle. It wove its genetic magic through inheritance. It was virulent, too; doctors were picking up traces of the odd virus halfway across the planet within months. By the time the Parliament had realised what was happening, it was too late.

It seemed to work, at least at first. Roughly one in six new children born to those infected were born with seemingly-functional male genitals above their female. The doctors responsible accepted surreptitious praise from their jail cells. It seemed like humanity was going to be able to continue on at last.

Zsere stood up, grimacing as the weight of her sack dropped down to her knees. The foot-long length of her flaccid dick followed. It was a stark reminder to her that things didn't always go as planned.

She carefully padded over to her dresser, grabbing out one of her ball-bras, an astonishing counter-levered contraption that went under her nuts and strapped down around her thighs and all the way up to her shoulders, a second, regular bra built in at the top. Most hypers claimed they were more comfortable without one, but Zsere had never gotten used to the sensation of the pendulous weight of her testicles slapping against her knees and thighs with every step. It had always felt wrong to her, a sign of something that simply shouldn't be, that she wasn't built for this life. Her cock, though, remained free; it was considered obscene for a hermaphrodite to hide or cover her penis.

Zsere was slim, pale and pretty; around five-five with long blond hair. Natural, of course, because nanocosmetics didn't work well at all on hermaphrodites. She had a small button nose, big bright eyes and slim legs, with a pair of pert C-cup breasts perched on her chest.

The door to her bedroom slid aside as she walked over to it, leading into her apartment. It was a large apartment, of the sort that had become incredibly common since the Shift, although much nicer than most. Hypers were so in demand that they tended to live very, very well.

Jarani was standing in front of the fridge with a bowl of cereal, nude, her huge breasts visible from behind. Hypers really had their pick of the litter as far as harems went, and Zsere liked them busty; not a one of her harem was below a G-cup. Jarani was fit and tan, with a short haircut undershaved on one side, bright pink from nano-cosmetics. She was a personal trainer during the day. Not a physical trainer, the advent of nanocosmetics and other health maintenance biomachines ensured that for a somewhat reasonable sum no woman really had to go about in anything but her ideal body. Jarani was a sort of life-coach and image consultant who helped women take and maintain a position in a good harem.

Zsere felt the tell-tale tingles running up through her dick and the shuddering sensation in her balls as her body started cum production. There was really never any escaping it. No matter how much all she wanted to do was hang out with one of her girls, chat over a morning coffee or just cuddle and watch a holovid, even just being around one of her harem-mates took an effort of will not to start getting hard unless she'd literally just came. Sometimes she felt like she never had a single social interaction that didn't start with an orgasm.

She couldn't even really just ignore her erections. Old lessons died hard, and the constant refrain for all herms was the classic "Never waste an erection. Do your duty." Besides, she trusted her girls, but there was always the outside chance one of them would take offence at a missed opportunity for Zsere do "do her duty" and turn her in to the Council. It wasn't as if regular women were any less a slave to their desires, the constant hunger for sex and the gnawing emptiness of not being pregnant.

When you wreak havoc with the human genome, there's always the chance for error. It may not even have been error; it could have been a rogue member of the lab who developed the Virus. It didn't take long after its release before women began noticing it was harder to conceive. Widespread testing found that every woman was becoming less fertile. Strangely, though, their sex drives were increasing, and STDs appeared to be dying out. The Virus had created a world of women nearly impossible to impregnate, impervious to disease, who craved sex. Masturbation began to lose its effectiveness, too, with many women beginning to complain that they only felt more aroused after bringing themselves to orgasm, if they could even orgasm from self-stimulation at all any more.

Women's biological clocks went into overdrive as well. Every woman began to keenly feel it as an ache at the back of their mind, an existential yearning that in times of weakness could be enough to drive one to tears, that only went away when they finally fell pregnant.

It was when the hypers first appeared that people knew that something very, very wrong had happened. Most of the transformed girls developed only slightly larger than what was considered normal for men at the time; seven-inch penises on average by full development around sixteen, with very healthy sex drives. A small number, though, around one in a hundred, had their bodies see fit to hyperaccelerate their development.

Zsere was one of those "lucky" few. Forget seven inches by sixteen, she was sporting seven inches within two months of starting puberty. Her mother had been overjoyed, of course; if a hermaphroditic daughter was a ticket to comfort, then a hyper was winning the lottery. By sixteen she'd reached her final size, a stunning two and a half feet long when erect and thicker than her forearm. Her testicles followed closely, too, each the size of watermelons by the time she'd stopped developing.

Doctors had attempted to reverse the effects of the Virus, of course, back when its effects first became known. Whoever on the original team had developed it, however, they had not only designed a gene-modifying retrovirus of stunning efficacy, but also a rudimentary artificial intelligence. The Virus protected itself. It adapted. Evolved. It was capable of tremendous manipulation to the goal of fulfilling its programming; everything from the infertility to the sex drives to the women sporting two-foot dicks appeared to have been somebody's intent.

Years of efforts to fight it having failed, it was accepted that this was the way things were. The dwindling male population and the growing number of penis-equipped girls had the task of sustaining humanity in the face of mass infertility and the mass craving to conceive, which meant sex, as often as possible.

Zsere started to advance toward Jarani. She pressed her hips against Jarani's pert, muscular ass cheeks, her hands moving up to squeeze deeply into the girl's soft, tan breasts. She squealed lightly, smiling and putting down the cereal bowl.

"Gooood morning," she purred. "See something you like?"

Jarani played it cool, but Zsere knew that she was absolutely gagging for it. She'd been out most of the day yesterday, and got home too late for her evening fuck. It had to have been nearly a day and a half, so her body must have been screaming for someone to put a baby in it by now.

Thanks to the Virus, Zsere's immense size wasn't too much of an impediment to sex. Women were more flexible, their insides reshaped to take both normal and hyper-sized cocks, although Zsere was significantly larger than even the average hyper and was sometimes a struggle for regular women. What's more, women were far more sensitive both internally and externally, and any type of contact with semen was enough to result in impregnation; the more the better. That meant between their ability to stimulate two feet of a woman's throat or vagina and their ability to output half a gallon of cum, hypers were in great demand.

Zsere was at half-mast when Jarani turned around, squatting on the cold tile of the kitchen and starting to lap at the tip of Zsere's cock, her hands rubbing up and down the bottom of the shaft.

Part of being a good personal trainer was also a skilled hand with a cock. Of the myriad ways in which women marketed themselves to potential suitors, the ability to squeeze out huge, pleasurable orgasms was a classic plus. Jarani stopped for a moment, concentrating, flexing her hands in a strange motion, as Zsere watched bemusedly.

She gasped as she saw a clear, viscous fluid start to ooze from Jarani's skin and, as Zsere realised after Jarani returned her hands to her cock, warm and slick. She gasped as it tingled against her skin, Jarani's delicate hands massaging it into the slowly inflating head of her outsized dick and running her fingers along the ridge just behind where her head flared out.

"R-rani, is that..."

She gasped again as she was grabbed from behind. A pair of huge, warm breasts squished into her slim back, a pair of hands snaking around to trace across her stomach.

"Lube. You like it? She got it installed yesterday as a kind of test run for me."

Tallo's warm, deep voice washed over her, making her shiver and sending her knees weak. Her hand dipped down to just above where the stem of her cock projected out, sinking a pair of fingers into the spongy flesh and starting to massage.

"It's our newest product. Lubricant glands, so your lady will always be equipped for a warm, slick, sloppy handjob. It was Rani's idea, of course. What do you think?"

Zsere could only let out a guttural moan in response. Tallo was a geneticist, and probably one of the most skilled genetic manipulators in Greater London. She'd been a head developer at GenetiCon Global when she'd met Zsere and hit it off. She'd formed a plan the next day, and had the paperwork for a contract ready by that evening.

Now she, along with the other members of Zsere's harem, ran a specialist nanocosmetics boutique, and business was booming, through a combination of Tallo's skills, Jarani and Myd's perverted and inventive minds and Vardit and Caerell's organisational skills, along with a healthy home-grown supply of grade-A genetic substrate.

That was the other reason hypers were so valued by society. Hermaphrodite cum also happened to be an unparalleled means for mediating genetic change, far better than the ancient retroviruses of the 21st century. There was a synthetic variant but it wasn't anywhere near as effective as bioagents and nanocosmetics made from fresh cum. Nearly every facet of 25th century life, from the great algae-bank solar power plants to the mechanised farms to even the organic computational banks of modern computers relied on genetic construction, and that meant at the end of the day it all came back to cum.

They had a nice cozy harem, where all six girls had a happy purpose, made a lot of money and most importantly their nearly limitless appetites for sex were well-satiated.

Tallo had moved around in front of Zsere, her hands gripping the shaft of Zsere's lube-slicked cock, working around near the bottom while Jarani kept massaging the head and the underside just below. Tallo was tall, pale and curvaceous, with large soft J-cup breasts bound in a tight bra far too small for her endowments. Long black hair cascaded halfway down her back, framing a narrow face with dark eyes - her makeup permanently provided by custom nanocosmetics.

Jarani darted in hungrily and lapped at the slit, slipping in her tongue and French kissing Zsere's enormous urethra. Zsere was at full hardness now, shuddering with every weighty lurch of her two-and-a-half-foot dick. Tallo slipped a hand into one of the cups of her ball bra, massaging the hot mass.

"I still think you'd be so much sexier if you went commando, babe."

Zsere moaned at the touch, along with Jarani's ministrations, gritting her teeth and trying to answer. "B-but... I don't like it..."

"But you'd be so cute" Jarani removed her tongue from Zsere's cock, speaking and stroking lightly as Tallo kissed the top of her scrotum-cleavage "just letting it all hang out and down, those big sexy balls slapping into your legs..."

Zsere yelped, feeling the cum churning in her balls. It hurt a little, a sure sign that it had either been too long since she came or that she hadn't eaten and drunk enough. She had no intention of asking the girls to stop, though, and probably wouldn't have been able to even if she'd wanted. She could feel the yawning sensation at the end of her dick and the familiar hollowness in her stomach and strain on her muscles that meant she was close to orgasm.

By now her harem could recognise the signs of her orgasm from a mile away. With practically childlike glee they came in close to the tip, which bucked like a rodeo bull with each tug of Zsere's overdeveloped muscles, rubbing along the shaft and cooing lightly.

There was one more brief, horrible moment caught between pain and pleasure, as a thick load began to work its way out of Zsere's balls and position itself just below the base. Her muscles tightened for an agonising instant, and she came.

Thick cum erupted from the end of her dick, dousing the two girls in a torrent of pearly goo, splattering across their faces and down their chests. Tallo began working it into her breasts, moaning, while Jarani opted instead to catch as much as possible in her mouth and gulp it down. Jarani instantly started to shudder, screaming as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body, mercilessly shredding what remained of her composure and causing her to collapse forward in a quivering heap. The very act of taking a load of cum was nearly orgasmic on its own at the best of times, and Jarani had been on a hair trigger.

Zsere managed to stay enough in control to stagger back on shaky legs before the next burst, catching Tallo directly in the face with another blast of hot cum, making the normally elegant girl squeal through a muffling layer of spunk, her hips bucking against nothing. The sensation was too much for Zsere, who fell backwards onto the tile floor just as another huge, cripplingly beautiful cumshot worked its way out, a vast rope of cum flying across the kitchen, striking the window and sending a spray of the stuff across the sink, the cabinets, the autostove, and a fair amount of it into Jarani's cereal.

Jarani crawled forward, moaning under the assault of cum-blasted pleasure, dragging her spasming body across Zsere's and pressing the girl's cock down between the pair, pushing the lurching trunk into Zsere's chest, the twitching head projecting up past her face. Jarani dragged her body along it, her cum-slicked breasts and wet pussy leaving hot trails along its length until her lips reached the tip. Straddling either side of it to hump her pussy against it, she pushed her mouth against the tip as if she were going to kiss it again.

Her cheeks inflated with the savage flow of cum from Zsere's next shot, but she was ready, her stomach rippling as she worked her muscles in a practised gulping motion. Jarani had always loved swallowing, to the point of working with Tallo on what got informally referred to around the office as the "cum dumpster" biomod package. On a good day, less addled by a day and a half without a cum, she could take down the entirety of one of Zsere's loads with barely spilling a drop. Even now, desperate and horny and in the throes of a killer orgasm, far more spooge was making its way down her needy throat than spraying out of the seal her lips made against the huge lurching cock-head.

She cuddled against the massive shaft like a favourite toy, suckling hard with each load of cum as Zsere fitfully writhed and arched beneath the weight of her dick, drooling in stupefied pleasure. Jarani finally fell off to the side, trailing cum from her mouth, slow rivulets of it still oozing to the floor as the cock gave out its dying throbs, letting out the last of its load. Her stomach was noticeably distended.

Tallo was the first to recover, pulling herself upright by the counter, nearly slipping on a cooling puddle of cum. "Well, I'd call that a complete success." She went over to a panel on the wall, brushing it lightly with her fingertips. Every surface in the kitchen shimmered for a moment, and the semen sluiced off, sliding down to the centre of the room where a small panel briefly opened and accepted the flow. She did nothing about the strings of cum on herself, though; it might well have been an old harem's tale but it was common to believe that the longer you left the cum on your body, the more time it had to work.

Zsere groaned, her cock sliding past the side of her head as it shrank back down. It was her post-orgasm period, once the afterglow faded, when the sensations of wrongness really set in. She knew she loved her girls, but on the other hand, what had really begun their relationships? A contract. A contract to define the terms of fulfilling an unbearable physical need. Whatever emotional connection she had with them was wholly dependent on her mutation. Coupled with how much her life was defined by it, sometimes she felt more like a life support system for a giant dick.

She pulled herself up and staggered over to one of the dining table hoverchairs, her cock sliding down across her body and falling against her balls with a slap, making her grimace. She sat with her legs spread wide, and tapped a panel on the table for her morning slow-release nutrient and hydration pills. Tallo sat across from her, tapping on a thin tablet, still glistening with spunk. She looked up from her work.

"I meant it, you know. Barely anybody's wearing ball-bras any more, and you've got the sexiest balls in Greater London. You should really show them off more."

She sighed. "It makes me feel like an object, Tallo."

"You should be proud of what you are. You should be happy with it. You're special. Things are so easy for you; all you have to do is cum. You don't have to work, don't have to worry about anything. You don't have the breeding urge sitting on your mind."

"But... I feel so wasted. I wonder what I could have been. A historian, maybe, or working in genemods like you. Something meaningful. Not just" she gestured with her hands at the thick length of cock pointing at the floor, "this."

Tallo's hands went to her trim stomach as she spoke. "You don't know what it's like. You've never felt it. I have no idea what being pregnant feels like, all I know is I want it more than I've wanted anything else in my entire life. I'd give anything for it. I'd give everything for it. Just to make this feeling go away. I'd trade for what you have in a heartbeat."

That, of course, was always the sticker for Zsere. Everyone was a prisoner of their bodies. It wasn't as if her alternatives were better: a regular hermaphrodite, with the same libido and the same expectations in society but less accolade, less reward? A woman, slave to her yearning to procreate, her every action by necessity a building block towards a single-minded goal? Even then, even after managing the holy grail of conception, what? Nine months of reprieve? Barely a moment to appreciate their new daughter before the urge came back, all the stronger for having been avoided?

She knew she was lucky. She knew that, overall, her problems were miniscule. That didn't help the hatred she felt for her body when she heaved her oversized genitals around, when she was traded as a commodity by society, when she was forced to give in to her libido time and time again.

She simply nodded. "You're right, babe. I'm sorry. I'll... think about it, okay?"

Tallo nodded, looking a little brighter. "It's the way things are, babe. You should get going. Remember, you have to go down and see Myd in her studio before you leave for your meeting."

"Yeah, I remember." Zsere stretched her arms back. "What do you think I should wear to the get-together?"

"Nothing."

Zsere snorted, grabbing a piece of toast off the pile the autostove had deposited into the centre of the table. "Come on, be serious."

"I am." She grinned. "Okay, fine. That yellow miniskirt I bought you last week. No ball-bra, it'll look ridiculous. Put on some cute thigh-high socks though, the black and white striped ones."

She got up, pushing her plate over to the receiver area and letting it be whisked away by the housekeeping unit. One of her hands trailed down her chest, grabbing a small amount of slimy cum and working it into one of her soft, pale breasts. Looking Zsere dead in the eye, she brought the breast up to her mouth, suckling at it, cleaning up all the cum that covered her nipple. Zsere watched open-mouthed until there was a sudden thump against the bottom of the table, and Tallo dropped her breast, guffawing.

"Don't try and pretend you don't love the idea. Tiny skirt. Free-balling. Maybe one of those cute little flower bands on the end of your dick. Trust me, you're the hottest little herm in this whole city. Who knows, you might even get a couple of big-boobed hotties asking for a load of cum on the way!"

Another thump echoed under the table as Zsere's face grew red. It was considered downright rude for a hermaphrodite to decline a request for sex, especially if they appeared to be in particular distress. The last time Zsere had gone out a busty blonde had practically thrown herself at her, panting and sweating, tears streaming from her eyes, babbling about a bad breakup and a week without a place in a harem. There were often sob stories, and 90% of the time she assumed they were simply efforts to try and get a piece of hyper cock, but this woman had seemed legitimately desperate.

"You know I hate that, Tallo! Every single time I go out I get some bitch crawling on my dick!"

"But you get hard, don't you? You might hate it but your dick loves it, and that's all that matters."

She kissed Zsere lovingly on the forehead. "Go see Myd, sweetie. And have fun at your little club meeting."


Myd was a consummate artist, but one of a very peculiar sort. She had given up on traditional holocanvas years ago, feeling that mere pixels and light restrained her abilities. Her new canvas was flesh: her body, the bodies of others. Her pigment was nanocosmetics. She was addicted to nanocosmetics, not just seeking an ideal body like most girls, but revelling in her ability to change herself on a weekly basis.

She was putting the finishing touches on a holomodel of a gorgeous woman's face, her back to the door of the studio. Her long, rainbow hair hung down far past the base of the chair in astonishing curls and bobs that practically seemed to move against each other, throwing off iridescent shimmers.

She spun on the little hoverchair, still holding her stylus. Her face broke into a huge grin as she leapt forward, propelling the lush curves of her overripe body directly at Zsere.

Where Jarani had a fit, toned look and Tallo had an elegant slimness, Myd was short and voluptuous to the point of absurdity. Her breasts were far beyond reasonable bra measurements, each one easily the size of a basketball, swaying from side to side as she jumped. Her waist trimmed down almost like it was corseted, until it flared out into hips wider than her shoulders with a round, shelf-like ass and thick thighs. She wore nothing but an overstretched tank top, white panties slowly being devoured by her huge butt and a pair of silly pink, white-spotted socks.

Her face was adorable, with soft, rosy cheeks, big eyes and a little button nose. The incongruity of her innocent face with her perverted brain, dirty mouth and lush, sensual body was, as near as Zsere had ever been able to tell, intentional. The effect was enhanced by a dusting of glitter and bright, oversaturated eyeshadow and lipstick that changed colour throughout the day. Right now they were a bold, emerald green.

Zsere had slowly been growing soft after leaving the kitchen but watching the gelatinous movements of Myd's biomod-junkie body made her gasp as her body kickstarted another boner. Myd plowed into her, standing on tip-toe to reach up and force her thick tongue into Zsere's mouth, her weighty breasts squishing into Zsere's body.

The pair locked lips for a while as Zsere's cock throbbed its way to full erection, butting up against Myd's legs until she spread her milky thighs and let it bump against her boiling hot panty-clad pussy. She broke off the kiss, practically purring. She spoke in a high-pitched breathy voice.

"Heeyy, lover girl. You've got perfect timing, I was working on a pair of breasts for half the morning for this one client, these big heavy fucking perfect tits, and it made me think about you."

Myd planted sucking kisses down Zsere's neck, slowly rubbing her hips back and forth. Zsere's hips bucked, her cock lurching hard but finding itself trapped by soft flesh and a steaming pussy.

Myd pulled back, moaning as she dragged her sensitive lips back across the shaft. She turned around with a wink, bent over at the waist and pulled down her overstuffed panties, revealing the flawless curve of her enormous ass and her glistening wet puffy pussy. She gripped the desk, wiggling. "Which would you like today? Cowgirl so you can see my big titties or to take me from behind?"

Zsere stepped forward and flipped the girl over. She mock-screamed, fading into a giggle as she pulled off her tank top. Her huge, hard nipples and vast, crinkly areolas were the same emerald green shade as her eyeshadow and lips, throbbing hard with her heartbeat, easily as fat around as a deli sausage and more than an inch long. Her massive teardrop breasts hung off to either side of her chest, wobbling madly with each movement of her body.

Myd made an effort to get up to prepare to ride her harem-master, but Zsere pushed her back down against the desk, practically growling with the need to fuck. Myd squealed, spreading apart her thick thighs, allowing Zsere to push the massive head of her dick against Myd's slit and unceremoniously plow in hard.

Myd screamed in pleasure with every inch of the huge dick that spread her vagina apart, a visible bulge running up her narrow stomach. Zsere was of course too big for even her harem to take the entire length of her dick. No amount of genetic manipulation could give women the ability to fit penis where torso simply didn't exist. She occasionally dreamed of being able to go balls-deep into one of her girls. As it was, she had to be content with a good amount of her cock simply hanging out; easily a foot in the case of Myd's tiny body.

She pulled back until only the tip remained inside her harem-mate, then pushed forward again, grunting in pleasure as Myd shook and babbled, practically foaming at the mouth. Her hands flew up and grabbed her outsized breasts, pulling on her green nipples and mashing them into the soft flesh. Her small, be-socked feet kicked and shuddered in the air as Zsere fell into a slow rhythm. She could feel her balls swaying lightly, bound up in her ball-bra.

Myd wailed and babbled, her eyes rolling back into her head. Zsere grabbed the girl's ankles, her thrusts becoming more unsteady and faltering as the pleasure started to overcome her lust.

"Y-yesss fuck me fuck me oh yess fuuuuuck meeee!" She desperately tried to look Zsere in the eye even as her body jerked and twitched out of her control. "Fill me up please yes put a baby in me please fill me with cuuumm"

There it was, even in her kinkiest, most depraved harem-mate: the urge to breed. grunted again, her juice-slicked shaft lurching mightily as she felt her testicles churn and boil with the massive load they were preparing. Sweat poured down her reddened face.

"I-I'm close, Myd, I'm-ugh-going to fill you up, this load's going to be huuge..."

Myd squealed in pleasure. Zsere was awful at talking dirty; like so many other things about herself she just felt wrong and out of place doing it. It didn't really seem to matter too much when she could swing two and a half feet of pussy-stretching cock, but it was just one more crack in her self-image.

It was absolutely true, though. From the pain in the pit of her stomach and the pressure in her testicles, she could tell her orgasm was close. Her legs wobbled, her breathing coming in sharp and heavy, a low moan issuing from her throat until finally she slumped forward.

"Nn-ggaaah!" Her cock flexed hard inside Myd, stretching out the top of her pussy and creating an even bigger bulge inside her. Zsere's eyes crossed in pleasure as a load of spunk worked its way up the length of her dick, exploding out inside Myd, the girl's muscles working in a peristaltic motion to draw the sperm away and pump it around into her womb. Myd's torso slowly began to bloat slightly with the sheer amount of cum being forced into her body until Zsere finally pulled out, trailing a sticky rope from the girl's overstretched pussy and falling forward onto her pneumatic body.

The pair lay in a sweaty heap for a minute or so, panting with afterglow, until Myd gave Zsere a peck on the cheek. "You're wonderful. Next time you need to suck my boobs before I tittyfuck you, though. My titties miss you."

Zsere groaned. "Don't get me hard again, you little slut."

Myd giggled. "What does that word mean, anyway?"

"What, slut?"

She nodded, pulling on her tank top. Her hand traced briefly across the cum-bulge in her stomach, and both the girls shivered slightly, Zsere looking away, trying to blot out the thought of her curvy harem-mate with a big belly.

"Yeah. I mean it's a thing you call someone, but what does it mean?"

Myd tapped on her tablet for a moment, her thighs squishing together as she revelled in the feeling of cum sloshing inside her body. "Wiki says it's an archaic term for a woman who enjoys sex too much?" She snorted. "How can you enjoy sex too much?"

"Maybe it was different back then. I mean, that's from before the Shift, right?"

"Yeah but, like, they still enjoyed sex. How could you not? It's just, like, the way things are."

Zsere shrugged. "Anyway, I have to get ready to go out."

Myd's eyes lit up. "Ooh, are you gonna go commando today?"

"Ugh, fuck me, not you too?"

"If I had balls like yours I'd show them off as much as I could!" Myd spread her legs in the chair, her hands cupping air between her thighs to roughly the size of Zsere's balls, shamelessly showing off her cum-drenched pussy. "Yeah, that would be sweet. Man, I wish I was a hyper herm."

"No you don't. You wouldn't be able to nano-mod yourself."

She shrugged. "Yeah, but... I'd have a huge dick and I'd get to have sex all the time. And I wouldn't have... well, you know. That."

She stroked her stomach again and sighed. "Rani cried herself to sleep last night, you know. It got too much for her. I hope you gave her a real hard dicking this morning."

Zsere nodded, her mind assaulted by the dual emotions of concern for her harem-mate and arousal over recalling the scene from before. Myd brightened.

"Good! I'd better let you go. Take care, okay? Don't fuck anyone I wouldn't fuck."

Zsere sniffed. "You'd fuck anyone."

"Exactly!" Myd turned back around to her holosculpting.


Zsere stepped out the front door, letting it hiss to a close behind her. She was already feeling self-conscious, but there was no going back now. Her tiny, bright-yellow skirt only just barely went down past the lower curve of her butt, let alone covered any of her shaft and huge, pendulous balls. Black and white striped socks hugged her slim legs down to a pair of yellow heels, and a black tank top hugged her pert breasts. She wore no makeup; herms had naturally good skin, and the majority of modern makeup was some sort of nanocosmetic.

Her legs kicked against her balls as she walked, making her wince. She was slowly realising the other reason why ball-bras were falling out of favour was because they made hypers too mobile, when clearly they should be bare-cocked and erect in the bedroom.

She waited at the bus stop, flushing red as small groups of women passed her, purring and licking their lips. One even copped a feel from behind, Zsere yelping as she felt unfamiliar hands caress her sensitive scrotum. She smiled and giggled dutifully, seething inside. The hoverbus finally pulled up, aerodynamic and gleaming in a silver metal finish and she scrambled on, flashing her pass to the scanner.

She took position in a seat near the front, desperately trying not to bring attention to her dick, but someone behind her had already sighted it. A girl with crazy red curly hair and freckles, in a strange triangular blue blouse with silver rings at the shoulders and hovering around her wrists and a white belt, with a plunging neckline that showed off acres of pale, freckled, vein-dusted cleavage. She wore tight black leggings with small, white boots, with more of the silver rings hovering around her ankles. She grinned predatorily.

"Gooood morning, hermy."

Zsere nodded and smiled sheepishly, despite the feeling in the pit of her stomach whenever someone used that term to her. Unfortunately she could also feel the treacherous stirring in her outsize loins as she watched the woman's breasts shake from side to side.

"You're a big one, aren't you?" She leaned down, grabbing the end of Zsere's cock without so much as a by-your-leave, lifting it up and hefting the weight. "I don't think I've ever seen one this big! What's it like hard?"

Zsere shuffled, flushing even harder as the woman's fingers sunk into the flesh of her dick. "Umm, s-seven hundred and sixty m-uhh-millimetres."

The woman's bright green eyes went wide. "Well that settles it, doesn't it? Sit back, hermy, I want a load of cum off you."

Zsere managed to bite down on her sigh as she scooched back into the corner of the bus seat. Hoverbuses tended to have more space between the seats, allowing for this sort of thing to happen. The redhead dragged a finger down the front of her blouse, and it split apart and slid back behind her, revealing the vast expanse of her jiggling breasts and her trim stomach. She gripped one, fondling the thick nipple with her fingers.

"Ooh, I felt you twitch. You like tits, hermy? Hermies who like tits are the best because you can just" she reached forward and grabbed Zsere's head, shoving it into her chest, "do this and they get all hard for you!"

Zsere's reply was muffled by titty, but the woman was unfortunately right: the feeling of having soft breasts squishing around her face was getting her hard. The woman's hand brushed through Zsere's hair.

"Suck on them. Go on, little hermy tit-hound, get your lips around them." She relaxed her grip a little, allowing Zsere's head to pull out and be presented with the woman's thick, pink nipple. She didn't want to give in, but her cock flexed, her mouth fell open, and she darted in to start sucking, the woman moaning in approval.

"Mmf... They're all natural, you know. No biomods in those puppies." She caressed the back of Zsere's head as she suckled. "My hermy said she wasn't into big tits before she met me, and I turned her around on the first night. Heh, all her other girls booked breast enhancements within the week."

Her conversational tone as Zsere sucked on her nipples only made the situation even more demeaning. Her penis flexed at full hardness, pressing along the woman's thigh. The woman reached a hand down and started to stroke along it, just lightly brushing her fingers against the head and dragging them back around behind the ridge, before she gripped the head lightly in her palm.

She pulled her breast out of Zsere's mouth and pushed her back, this time taking her own turn at shuffling forward, cupping her breasts in both hands. She pressed them against the tip, lubing them up with some of the precum leaking from it, and brought them back down to the base where she squeezed them together.

She began a slow but deliberate tit-fuck, skilfully twisting and rolling the soft canyon of her cleavage around Zsere's pole in a way that stimulated far more of it than she could have imagined possible. The woman grinned.

"This is different, never done this with a cock so big before. It's interesting." She reached behind for her purse, letting one breast drop for a moment, and came back with a small bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount down Zsere's cock. Zsere shuddered as the woman started up again, her toes curling as soft tits glided across her shaft.

"Mmm, uuh, t-that's better." As she kept pumping, the redhead's attitude shifted. She spoke less, her eyes fixating on the pulsing head of Zsere's cock. She whined, her hips bucking as pre trickled down the length, mixing in with the lube, tugging on her own nipples as she worked her breasts around the cock in front of her.

Zsere couldn't take it any longer and, putting her hands on the woman's head, squealed and started to cum hard. The first jet shot up nearly to the ceiling, the woman's face and hair catching a huge amount of ropy splashback before she moaned, dropping her breasts and wrapping her mouth around the tip. She sucked as hard as possible, her hands moving down to her crotch and rubbing furiously, whining and bucking as the cum contact started to bring her off.

She wasn't prepared for the sheer volume of spunk, and after the second shot had to back off and just let Zsere's cock unload across her bare chest. She couldn't even speak afterwards, simply getting up on wobbling legs, rubbing cum into her chest as she made her way back to her seat. Zsere looked around, noticing that all the other women on the bus were red-faced, more than a couple with their hands in their pants. One of them met eyes with her and stood up, pulling up her tank top.


The group met at a little local café, one which proudly advertised hand-cooked meals, distinguishing itself from the large amount of automat fast food places. Two of the girls were already there waiting for Zsere.

Sakeko was originally from Nippon, with the classic straight black hair and almond eyes. She wore a scandalous one-piece outfit of skintight, bright red verlatex from neck to toe that hugged her small, skinny body with only a break for her seven inches of flaccid dick and her hefty scrotum. Around her cock, rather than full coverage, it crept around the shaft in curling organic patterns.

Danyla was a tall brunette with smooth mocha skin and long, toned legs that she displayed proudly to the world inbetween a pair of heels and a tiny pair of daisy-duke denim shorts, the front cut out to provide passage for her genitals, buttoning over the top of the stem of her cock. She wore nothing up top except for an orange bikini over her D cup breasts, and she bound up her dark-chocolate curly hair in two long pigtails.

There were the usual waves, hugs and kisses, and Zsere took her place at the table. "Ganymede's not coming?"

Danyla shook her head sadly. "She's being Milked."

A slight chill went through Zsere. "What happened? I thought she sorted out that whole problem with Catz?"

"Silly bitch got her new squeeze, remember? Signed up a contract with that tiny little blonde thing and didn't tell the other girls. Catz didn't like that, especially when Gany missed out on giving her a load one night because she was too busy fooling around with the new girl."

The fear of Milking always sat at the back of any herm's mind, especially a hyper. It was a standard punishment for any perceived lack of reliability or enthusiasm in "doing their duty." Harem-mate missed out on a contracted orgasm? Rebuffed a lady on the street in a way she felt was unfair or rude? Got cold feet before signing a contract? Each time you risked being reported, and once you were reported, they might as well have been strapping you in. Who was going to advocate for you; a woman, hungry for her own loads of cum? It wasn't as if there were hermaphrodite lawyers, or hermaphrodite judges.

Zsere had never been Milked but she knew herms who recounted tales of being grabbed and blindfolded, bundled off to some unknown location where you were forced into the Milker, a horrible, relentless machine that did nothing but roughly and coldly bring you off for as long as deemed necessary. Your body would do it, too; no matter how many times you already came, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much your balls burned with the effort of producing spunk, hermaphrodites would never stop cumming as long as the stimulation lasted.

Younger herms often joked about how it wouldn't be so bad, but any herm who'd ever gone through it was disabused of the notion, and the others took heed.

Danyla patted Zsere on the back. "Don't worry girl, she'll be okay. She won't be happy, but she'll be okay. Let's eat."

Over lunch, Sakeko paused for a moment, pointing her fork at Zsere. "I wish I had your cock."

"You're welcome to it."

Sakeko giggled. "Haha, man, could you imagine? Add ours together, it'd be, what, four feet long? That'd be crazy. You wouldn't even be able to fuck!"

The petite herm had already been starting to grow hard watching some of the waitresses in the restaurant, and the idea of possessing that much girlmeat clearly wasn't helping. She groaned, pushing her hand under the table and flipping her cock around until it was pointing up, the breathable verlatex patterns swirling around on its fifteen-inch length.

"Ugh, I'm so tiny! I'm barely even hyper!"

"At least you fit inside your girls, Keko."

"Ugh." Sakeko slumped back in her chair, her cock wobbling. "It's not fair. Why did you get such a big sexy cock? You don't even like being a herm. It's wasted on you!"

Zsere put down her fork, taking deep breaths. She knew Keko didn't mean it maliciously. At worst, she was just kind of a bimbo. It still hurt.

"I'm sure if you were born with it you'd want it to be smaller, Keko."

"No way, I'd show it off all the time, wear all sorts of skimpy outfits, I'd be so sexy! You only just stopped wearing a ball-bra today! Can you say fucking lame? My granny wore those."

Zsere flared up at that, but before she could stand up and slam her hands on the table the waitress walked up with their drinks.

"There you are, ladies. Now, if you please, we'll take the payment while your food is being prepared."

She pulled the front of her blouse down, exposing her naked breasts. She hitched up the front of her skirt, revealing that she wore no underwear. Sakeko grinned, grabbing her cock and standing up.

"I knew I liked this place for a reason."

Zsere sighed, starting to fondle her own cock to hardness. Hermaphrodites rarely paid actual money for anything less than major purchases, often at the insistence of the house; it was just the way things were. It got a little tiring, but at least she never had to carry cash.


Zsere turned the knob on the door to her apartment, recalling why she went out so rarely. Between her encounter on the bus, "paying" for lunch and stumbling on another two horny women on the way home, she was already feeling done with sex for the day and she'd barely even started with her harem.

Of course, the feeling of being done with sex went away almost instantly when she walked into the living room and saw Caerell's huge, globular ass cheeks, her swollen pussy juicing down her thighs as she bent over, cleaning underneath a cupboard.

Fertility cults were a thing in a world where the urge to get pregnant overrode all other needs. Almost all of them promised that by following their creed or commands, women would be guaranteed to fall pregnant. Many of them claimed some sort of scientific backing, some not even that.

Caerell's cult had claimed that fertility was inherently linked to one's physical ability to give birth, and that women with wide pelvises, plush asses and big hips would of course bear more children. While she'd left the cult, she still bore its mark in the end result of years of biomods.

Caerell had the biggest, roundest ass Zsere had ever seen. She'd been considering mods to shrink it down when they'd met, and Zsere's enthusiastic response to her 100-inch hips and butt convinced her otherwise, and she was instead working on counter-balancing her top half.

Zsere couldn't help it. No matter how worn-out she was feeling, how little she was actually craving intimacy, her physical response was hard-wired. Fluids immediately started building up in the trunk of her cock, her balls starting to quiver internally and ache as they ramped up production. She must have gasped subconsciously, because Caerell looked over her shoulder and smiled shyly.

"Mmm, Zsere... D-do you like what you see?"

She stretched back up, allowing Zsere to marvel at how far back out her ass stuck from the curve of her back and the tops of her thighs, thick, but nowhere near thick enough to look normal carrying their gluteal bounty. Her blond hair was perched in a cute bun atop her slender face, a tank top barely covering her outsized breasts.

She swayed the mass of her hips back and forth as she wiggled back, pressing her cheeks against Zsere's hardening dick. Zsere reached down, pulling it upright and letting it flop against the top of Caerell's ass cheeks and back, then crept her hands around to her harem-mate's chest, kneading her breasts as she humped back against the horny herm.

"Mmm... Th-they're nearly H-cups now... Big and soft, just like you like them... I'm going to get so big for you."

Zsere felt a little stab of regret. "Cae... You know you don't have to do that for me, right?"

Her harem-mate moaned, grinding her ass back against her herm. "I w-want to. You own my body. I want you to mold me like clay. I want to be perfect for you. Bigger all over, bigger boobs, bigger ass, I just want to be your f-fucktoy."

It was the honest truth, too. The cult had only ever been just a symptom of the reality that Caerell just wanted to abdicate responsibility for her body. Unfortunately, when faced with that sort of temptation, Zsere's self-control never won out over her libido.

Zsere was fully erect now, gripping Caerell's enormous cheeks hard, pressing them around the stem of her cock and humping, fucking the cleavage of her massive ass. Caerell moaned, her hands roaming around her own bloated breasts, marvelling at their softness and sensitivity. She'd long grown used to the sensation of the size of her lower half, but her chest was relatively novel.

Zsere pulled back, moving the girl over to their lounge, bending her over and revealing her soaking pussy. Caerell screamed in pleasure as Zsere pushed as much of her cock as she was able into her harem-mate's waiting hole. The girl drooled into the cushions, babbling a litany of "fuck me, use me, ravage mee" as she pushed back with every thrust. Caerell was taller than the other girls, and was the closest in the house to being able to take the full length of Zsere's cock.

Before too long Zsere lost control, shrieking as her hips bucked by themselves, her balls churning a huge load of cum straight inside her girl. The first few loads managed to stay inside, filling Caerell up, but by the forth shot spunk sprayed hard past the seal of her vagina around the heavy, throbbing intruder.

Zsere fell back, finally spent. Caerell was left in an orgasmic stupor, mumbling "bigger" to herself as she subconsciously caressed her tits. Zsere sighed. Before she could get up though, a slim, dark hand reached around her shoulder, caressing down the length of her softening cock.

"No, don't go, dear." Vardit's elegant accent filtered over to her, immediately making her cock twitch again. The tall, slim woman with chocolate-dark skin and long black hair had an unmatched refined elegance, even managing to make her outsized I-cup breasts look streamlined through careful wardrobe and accessory choices. She also had a head for figures that rivalled anyone else in Greater London.

"Somebody left this morning without seeing me, didn't they. Very naughty." The care with which her upper-class Londonian accept enunciated "naughty" only made Zsere harder. She leaned in and nibbled at Zsere's ear.

"I've been horny all day." She crouched down and moved around to Zsere's front. "I almost couldn't concentrate on the quarterly reports, I was so worked up." Her dark eyes, surrounded by subtle but elegant nanocosmetic makeup, were deeply hungry.

She was wearing a sweatervest over a button-down shirt, which emphasised the swell of her tits. She shucked it over her head and started to unbutton. "So I think you need to dump a big, hot load of spunk into my throat for me. Sit up on the couch."

Zsere just groaned as her penis, barely allowed to even grow soft, throbbed back to full erection. Fortunately, cumming again so soon wasn't a problem for her; her record was roughly thirty times in a row, and she only had to stop then because her cock was too sore to continue. She sometimes wished she had the excuse, though. She stood up, huge dick flexing and bobbing, and walked over to the sofa.

Vardit wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, and her weighty breasts fell out as she bent over, slapping against each other pendulously. Her nipples were quite small for her size, and she hissed in pleasure as she thumbed them, her hands cupping her breasts and pressing them against the trunk of Zsere's cock.

She licked her lips, dragging her breasts up until her mouth could reach the very tip. She popped her mouth around it, took a deep breath, and pushed forward. Her lips stretched unnaturally, elasticised from a very expensive and delicate series of biomods that left her entire throat from lips to stomach a perfect conduit for herm cock. She didn't even need to stop as she pushed forward, inch after inch of thick girlmeat disappearing into her pretty face as Zsere thumped the couch, biting down on the fingers of her other hand. Plenty of girls had the biomods to perform such a feat, but Vardit was especially talented.

She giggled lightly around the cock impaling her face when she got as far down as she was able, placed her hands against the edge of the couch, and started to thrust her body back and forth, pulling back until only the head was left in her mouth and then shoving right back down. It was her favourite means of bringing Zsere off and by now she was very, very good at it.

It only took a few minutes before Zsere was lurching hard in her harem-mate's mouth, her balls churning and aching again as they prepared another hefty load. Vardit was ready for it, feeling the throbs all the way down her body, and pulled back a little bit in preparation. She moaned as she felt the load moving its way down through the shaft, stretching out her throat just that little more, and she shuddered with orgasm as she felt hot seed burst out directly into her stomach.

Her screams were muffled by cock as she twitched and jerked around the thick pole, each load it dumped inside her bringing her off even harder, her hands not even needing to move as the orgasm just compounded on itself. By the time she was done, deliciously full of cum, she didn't even have the energy to pull herself off, just letting Zsere grow soft enough to pull out easily before she slumped forward, cradling the bulge in her torso.

This was a pretty typical afternoon for the hermaphrodite; sating the needs of her harem was a full-time job. The girls got minimum two loads a day each except for Tallo, who got three. Zsere slumped back on the couch, waving a hand at the hovering digital controls for the holoprojector.

A silver hemisphere in the middle of the floor opened up into an array of coloured crystals, humming and projecting a high-definition 3D image roughly two feet into the air. An infomercial for cheap biomods performed discreetly, more than likely unlicensed. Zsere had seen some of the results of indie biomods: hair falling out, uncontrollable muscle spasms and, in one case, ending up hospitalised with gigantic, drum-tight breasts that required several months of medical care to fix.

She sighed. This was her life. Watching the DigiNet, waiting for one of her harem to decide they needed a shot of cum. Working out occasionally in the building gym, though that was also a favourite haunt of horny women since only hermaphrodites needed to work out any more. Reading, pottering around the garden, marking off the days orgasm by orgasm.

A current affairs show came on, an investigative report. Zsere watched as they sent reporters into one of the Californian Milking facilities. They found it convenient to play these specials every so often, to remind women of what they involved, and in no small part to remind hermaphrodites what to fear.

They looked in on one Milking room, a petite hyper strapped into a chair, her legs spread apart and a large, tubular machine protruding from her crotch, just above the swell of her testicles. It thumped rhythmically, more cylindrical components inside it gliding past each other, keeping a slow, steady pumping action going. The hermaphrodite was red all over, especially in the face, sweat pouring down her body as she attempted to thrash, futilely wailing against the gag in her mouth. Her eyes went wide as her hips started to buck, and through some perspex panels the viewer could easily see the cum flood the inside of the machine around her cock, pumping out in viscous floods as the girl's hips slammed into the Milker again and again.

Zsere could see the tears glistening on her face, the helplessness and defeat in her expression. She zoned back in to hear the facility warden speaking.

"Yeah, this one here's a repeat offender. Been in here twice before, but still hasn't learned about how to say "no" nicely to women on the street. Very arrogant, thinks that just because she's got a two-foot dick that she should get some sort of special privileges." She patted the crying hermaphrodite on the top of her short red hair. "She's on day two of a week-long sentence. Hopefully by the end she'll have learned some manners."

The reporter stared in fascination at the whole process as the machine continued to stimulate the herm's massive dick. "H-how many times is she going to cum, by the end?"

"She's been managing about six an hour so far, but she'll slow down by the end, so let's say about nine hundred or so?"

The reporter's knees visibly knocked together, but she took a deep breath and collected herself. "What happens to all the, er, the sperm?"

The warden thumped the side of a big holding tank. "Government uses. Mostly schools and welfare cases. Can't sign contracts 'till you're sixteen, so sometimes the poor darlings can't find a steady source of cum if there aren't a lot of hypers at their school. We get some of it too, of course. We'd go mad around this many cocks without it!"

And that was it. Not another word about the woman in the machine. Couldn't make them sound too human, right? It was just the way things were.

She waved off the projector, standing up and stretching, then yelping in surprise as a hand grabbed the end of her cock. Myd had snuck in while she wasn't looking.

"Hey Zsere." Myd was dressed this time, a soft flowing skirt around her thick thighs and a fabric corset lifting and separating the vast mass of her breasts. Her makeup had shifted to a cyan blue, and a small peek of areola over her top confirmed they'd changed colour too.

"Remember I said before how my titties miss you? I think you need to take them up to the bedroom and re-acquaint them with your huge dick."

Zsere's brow wrinkled. "The bedroom? Already? It's a bit early to start that tonight, isn't it?"

Myd lifted up the end of Zsere's dick, slowly rubbing two fingers into the top. "We're all in the mood. Tallo and Rani are coming home early. Sorry babe, but you're outvoted. Get your sexy balls up there."


Once Zsere got in the bed for the night, she didn't leave except for the bathroom. At least one of the girls and generally more would be there with her the whole time, squeezing out an orgasm for themselves or for the group. She tried to put it off as long as possible, generally, but she was gradually coming to the realisation that her role in bed was not much different to her role anywhere else in the house, just more honest.

Myd flipped on the room's holoprojector, loading up a streaming gangbang porn. Two herms, one of them hyper, and seven women, all writhing nude or semi-nude on a large bed strewn with thick puddles of cum.

Porn was not actually as popular as one would assume. Women tended to avoid it, because being unable to bring themselves off alone (or even with other women) it only worked them up and made their cravings for sex worse, and hermaphrodites rarely used it because there was always a willing outlet for their arousal.

Porn mostly served as an easy means of keeping a herm ready and willing in the bedroom. Zsere knew this, but still found herself unable to take her eyes off the tangle of flesh in the small holo-port projecting from the bedroom ceiling. This was a synthporn with digitally-created actresses. She could tell because one woman was taking a full three feet of cock inside her down to the hilt, the hyper's bloated balls slapping against her ass cheeks as she bounced.

Myd giggled as she saw Zsere's eyes swivel to the holoport, and pushed her down onto the bed. She waved it off with a hand, turning around at the end of the bed and bending over, slipping off her skirt and revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her ass and her dripping pussy. Thigh-high stockings in stripes of black and the same light blue as her makeup hugged the curves of her legs.

She turned around and lightly tugged at one of the strings on her corset. Under high pressure, her boobs practically exploded out, her enormous cyan nipples tracing energetic shapes in the air as her chest swayed to a stop.

She pounced forward, crawling up the bed, her enormous breasts swaying pendulously from side to side, until she could wrap her legs around Zsere's hips. Without a word, she grabbed a tit and shoved it into Zsere's face, moaning as her lips immediately latched on and started to suck.

Zsere could never really tell if she was good at sex. Her girls came, hard and often, but that was really more simple biology than skill. You didn't need to be good when you could swing a cock like hers. She sucked on Myd's breasts with gusto and her harem-mate certainly seemed to enjoy it, but she still doubted herself.

Women could take pride in their sexual exploits. Women could know how skilled they were, could tailor and construct their bodies exactly and know that every orgasm they squeezed out was their accomplishment. Of course, considering that led to the scary idea that she might realise she was actually no good in bed, with nothing to fall back on.

Worked up and needing cum, Myd pulled back, holding her tits in both hands as much as she was able before letting them go, the heavy mass dropping hard onto Zsere's body, settling gelatinously around her cock. She stretched a hand over to the bedside cabinet, pulling out a bottle of lube and squeezing a generous amount into her cleavage.

She moaned as she worked it across her breasts, getting the mounds nice and slick. Flesh glided through her fingers, making bulges in the gaps and flopping out where she lost her grip on them, until they were too slick to even hold properly any more. Zsere's cock throbbed madly watching her harem-mate lube up.

Myd grinned and squished her boobs together again, starting to drag their heavy, slick mass up and down, sandwiching Zsere's cock inbetween their pneumatic warmth and her own stomach and rubbing, until she let the cleavage fall apart, Zsere's cock swinging up like it was attached to a mainspring, and pressed her breasts together again. They were too heavy to lift properly for the tit-fuck, but they were slick enough that she could simply keep pushing them in the same motion and still jerk Zsere off, the flesh of her dick rolling from side to side.

It didn't take long before Zsere shrieked, her hands gripping the sheets and her toes curling as her cock started to blast another thick load of cum straight into the air. Myd groaned, pulling her breasts up to smother the top of Zsere's cock, the next load of cum splattering into Myd's cleavage, the cum contact immediately bringing her off to her own orgasm. She fell forward, crushing Zsere's shooting cock against her, the pair of girls writhing against each other as blast after blast of cum splattered between Myd's tits and the bottom of her chin.

Myd rolled off heavily, panting, rubbing cum almost subconsciously into her heaving rack. Zsere looked over at her dozing girlfriend and furtively started to slide off the bed. She groaned as she heard the door slide open with a hiss of compressed air, Jarani and Tallo standing in the doorway.

"Myd, you started without us! You'd better hope she's still got a load left!"

Myd groaned, pushing herself up, her boobs falling down against her stomach with a wet slap as viscous spunk started to slide down her body. "You know she does, you slut!"

Zsere sat back on the bed as Jarani stripped off her pink sports bra and tiny white shorts and pounced, grabbing the herm's softening dick and looking her dead in the eye as she started to carefully and seductively clean the cum off it.

Tallo tapped a brooch at the front of her elegant dark suit, and the entire thing quivered, splitting into small, thick strands of fabric that twisted their way around the brooch until it was left as a large, heavy puck of fabric. Autoclothing, like Tallo's suit or the outfit worn by the redhead on the bus, was a fairly recent and expensive development but one that provided nearly an entire wardrobe for the cost. Underneath, she wore sheer lace lingerie that hugged her curves and just barely covered the extend of her large, dark areolas.

She sat down next to Zsere on the other side from Jarani, running one of her hands tenderly down the swell of Zsere's testicles. She was openly and proudly obsessed with balls, the bigger and fatter the better. She was particularly fond of Zsere's, and never let a day go by without playing with them. She cupped her hands across them, tugging and pinching at the soft skin of Zsere's scrotum, and then reached her face down to drag her tongue across the warm mounds.

Between the pair's ministrations it wasn't long before Zsere's cock rallied to full hardness again. Jarani flexed a load of lube out of her hands, slicking up the entire length of the pulsing shaft as Tallo humped against Zsere's balls, grinding her clit against the overstuffed skin.

The two girls caught one another's eye. Tallo grinned, unhooking her bra strap from her shoulder as Jarani lifted her hefty breasts in her hands. They squeezed their tits together around Zsere's cock, enveloping the thick shaft in a warm, silky-soft press of flesh. Lubed up by Jarani and a steady flow of precum, they soon fell into a steady rhythm of dragging their breasts up and down the length of the quivering shaft, Zsere writhing and moaning underneath them.

Her orgasm came suddenly. One minute she was gasping, eyes closed as her hips bucked into the delicious double tit-fuck, the next they were rolling back in her head as her muscles started pumping our her load with no warning. The girls squealed, dropping their breasts to crowd around the tip, each trying to catch some of the spray of cum for themselves.

Jarani having drunk her fill, Tallo lying back coated from head to toe in thick cum, Zsere tried to roll over as her tired muscles screamed at her. Even just trying to sit up made her abdominals howl in pain. Her post-cum ache was always when she felt the weight of her condition most strongly; even hyper-enhanced physiology wasn't up to the task of coping with the sort of titanic orgasms she had.

By the time she'd recovered and rolled over, carefully starting to pick her way over Jarani's supine form, the door slid open with a whisper, revealing her remaining two harem-mates, Vardit standing back as Caerell's massive hips took up the majority of the doorframe. Zsere sighed, and flopped back onto her back.


Zsere stretched, yawning, smacking moisture back into her mouth. She groaned as she realised her leg was asleep from the pressure of her balls resting on it. Her cock was steel-hard with morning wood, throbbing insistently, and she sighed as she dragged herself from the bed and began to stumble down into the kitchen, her cock bobbing from side to side.

She could hear loud, excited conversation. All five of her harem-mates were in the dining room, Jarani at the centre of the press of busty hotties. She turned her head as Zsere entered the room, tears streaming down her cheeks surrounding a wide, genuine grin.

"Zsere! I'm PREGNANT!"

The shock was so great that Zsere's erection actually shrank a little. "W-what? How do you know?!"

She leapt up, throwing her arms around the hermaphrodite's slim shoulders. "You- you can tell, babe. You can feel it. It's like you wake up and the world is just - just completely different."

She buried her head in the herm's shoulder. "The relief, oh my god, you wouldn't believe it. I've never really been happy before. Not until now. Thank you, thank you so much."

Although her cock had been starting to soften, having the mass of Jarani's tits pressed into her made short work of that. The other girls watched the bobbing head hungrily. Zsere could see tears there as well, but she wasn't sure how joyful they were.

It would be short-lived, of course. A mere nine months of relief, and since only a few women were fortunate enough to get pregnant twice, they would spend the rest of their lives chasing that sensation, keenly aware of what they were missing. Some women tried to deny the sensations, to wash their hands of chasing pregnancy, but of course nobody could deny their urges for long and even the most ardent opponent of procreation found themselves desperate for hermaphrodite cock within a few days of vowing to give it up.

They'd watch as Jarani swelled with life, relieved and happy and able to just simply exist without crushing despair. They'd look on with jealousy at her relief, envy her gravid form. Before too long, though, she'd be catapulted back into the same psychological morass, floundering in waves of ennui, only now also having cursed a new woman with this existence - and yet, given half a chance, every single one of them would take it.

At the centre of it all would be Zsere; the lifegiver, the catalyst. A slave to society, a slave to her girls and above all a slave to her body. She would squeeze out load after dutiful load as her women chased the ultimate prize, nothing more than a walking cum factory. Jarani was hugging her tight, babbling her thanks over and over, but she knew deep down all Jarani was really thanking was her dick.

Tallo had already taken position at the end of Zsere's bobbing cock as it brushed against Jarani's hip. It didn't matter how she felt about it, of course. She had no choice in the matter. She'd sit there, a mobile cock for a household of sex-hungry women, and she'd learn to love it.

It's just the way things are.