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.
