Futanari World: Kelly's Diagnosis

Kelly could barely stop herself from bouncing in her seat in the doctor's office, grinning from ear to ear. She couldn't believe that right now, a doctor was performing the tests necessary to give her her very own schedule!

The focus of her glee was currently hidden behind a handbag clasped in her lap. She'd woken up early that morning, sweating all over, with a twisting pain deep in her guts and aches and pains stabbing all throughout her body. It wasn't long before that pain faded away, leaving a powerful erotic heat that rapidly filled her until she could focus on nothing but her arousal.

She squirmed in her seat as she recalled the rest of her morning. The horrible, glorious spasms as her body transformed. Running her fingers over her swelling clit. The excitement as she realised what was happening, what after so many years of wishing was finally coming true.

She almost hadn't wanted to start stroking her swelling futanari cock, to just lie on her bed and bask in the sensations of growth, but the urge to cum was unbearable. She'd contented herself with cooing at her body as the futanari hormones flooded her system and transformed her, feeling her shaft grow bigger in her pumping hand. Even trying to take her hand away for a couple of seconds made it strain angrily at her groin muscles.

Kelly had indulged herself in orgasm after desperate orgasm, her cock barely starting to go soft after each crippling cumshot before it was pumping and filling with blood, swelling out even bigger. The hormones had begun the full suite of their changes, and her slim body had swelled out as readily as her new penis.

She looked down and grinned at how much of her view was obstructed by an enormous set of tits. A nurse had measured them at F-cups, a far cry from her former bee sting As. A set of wide, curved hips, an impossibly perky globular ass and soft thighs rounded out the new futa's figure. Even if she hadn't been as in love with becoming a futanari as she was, she'd considered that the body alone might be worth the price of admission.

She was starting to sweat as her cock pulsed underneath her flowing skirt. Emily and Sadira's stories hadn't prepared her for how much her cock would weigh on her mind. Getting her mind off sex was nearly impossible even after her marathon morning of masturbation, and now with it a bit over an hour since her last orgasm her fat nipples were crinkling against her sweater and her pussy was drooling down her scrotum and onto the back of her skirt, all accompanied by the aching staccato thud of her nine inches of cock.

She'd almost considered sneaking a hand up her skirt when the door creaked open and her doctor walked back in with a stack of papers, placing a folder in front of her and tapping the rest down on the desk.

"Well, Miss Martin, your tests are complete. We've done a simple analysis of your hormone levels and generated a TCHC for you."

The doctor looked somewhat grim behind his glasses. Kelly creased her brow, reaching for the papers.
"TCHC?"

"Time to Critical Hormone Concentration. As you know the futanari orgasm cycle is dictated by the rate at which your body replenishes the various hormones that drive the condition. The TCHC is roughly the time your body will require between sexual release in order to maintain normal function."

He continued on as she leafed through the papers. "In your case, your body has undergone a remarkably extensive amount of reconfiguration. Your growth is actually quite unprecedented, normally women with your, er, dimensions, started out significantly more developed. This is reflected in your hormone production-"

Kelly had finally found the important number. She read it, and reread it, just in case she misunderstood. She looked up at her doctor as he stumbled his way through his explanation.

"Seventy minutes?"

He nodded, pushing a lock of silver hair out of his face. "Yes, Miss Martin. Seventy minutes. I'm afraid you have severe hormonal hyperproduction, the worst case on record as far as I'm aware. I've included the forms for processing your disability payments..."

Her cock was throbbing alarmingly against her purse. The number was terrifying, but at the same time, kind of exhilarating. She'd wanted to become a futanari, right? They were built for sex. She'd known that it involved masturbating pretty much all the time anyway, right? How bad could it be? She was broken out of her reverie as the doctor's words finally sunk in.

"Disability?"

He peered at her quizzically over the rim of his glasses. "Any futanari with a TCHC of underneath a hundred minutes is considered legally unfit for work."

She thought of Emily and Sadira. They still seemed to manage, attending their classes and practicals, generally functioning.

"But... My friends, they do fine..."

"Miss Martin, if I may be blunt, you will be forced to masturbate twenty times a day in order to maintain your schedule. You will simply not be able to fit any organised program of work or study around that, particularly not with your disrupted sleep..."

Now that one she knew about. Sadira in particular talked about waking up to jack off, and how energy seemed to come from nowhere, like her body was compensating. She said she slept better now on two three-hour blocks than she ever had before.

"I thought I was supposed to compensate for that, now? Like, needing less sleep?"

Her forehead prickled with sweat as her body heated up. She needed it badly, and no amount of serious conversation with the doctor took the edge off. She found herself pondering that he was fairly handsome, for an older man. She bit her lower lip, almost unconsciously trying to make herself sexy for him as her cock throbbed painfully.

"Normally, yes, but it can only compensate so far. You're definitely going to have issues with your sleeping pattern."

Kelly yelped a little, her mouth hanging open. The doctor briefly cocked an eyebrow, then cast an eye at the clock. "Ah. Miss Martin, I'll leave the papers and your new alarm watch with the receptionist. The bathrooms are down the hall, to the left."

She nodded and, not even bothering to cover the tent in her skirt with her bag, scurried out the door.


Finally back home, Kelly wasted no time in stripping off, standing in front of the mirror and admiring herself. She hadn't gotten a good look at her body in her haste to make it straight to the doctor, and she'd decided to treat herself to a little narcissism.

She pulled her arms back behind her head, thrusting out her chest and watching as her tits heaved briefly with the motion. She brought a hand up to one, hefting it and feeling its weight. Her nipples started growing stiff almost immediately.

She grabbed a top from her closet, pulling it on just to watch her massive chest stretch out the skull logo on the front, and how it hiked up to reveal part of her midriff. She was a little sad she couldn't really pull off gothic lolita any more, but curvy goth slut was a fine replacement.

She stripped off the top, purring as her tits fell out and slapped against her chest, looked in the mirror again and thrust out her pelvis, grinning as the fat stem bobbed to a stop.

She laid back on her bed, spreading her curvy thighs apart and lifting up her balls with one hand and, with a little bit of effort to manoeuvre around her breasts, got a good view of her new genitals. She was impressed by how smooth her scrotum was, and totally hairless as well - it seemed that futa sacks were a bit more elastic than their less exotic counterparts.

Her pussy mostly seemed the same, a little puffier. She was wet, of course, she had been all morning. Her cock sprouted from out of what had been the upper hood of her vagina, the lips having swollen out to form her sack.

Her cock was even more impressive. Nine inches long, with a slight curve up and away from her pelvis, as thick as the tube from a roll of paper towel. Her hand just barely made its way around.

She was transfixed. She'd known she found futa beautiful, but couldn't believe how amazing her genitals looked. She stood up again, pressing her thighs together, noting the weight and warm intrusiveness of her testicles. Her boner was raging now, throbbing non-stop, and she could feel herself beginning to sweat and pant. It wasn't time just yet, but what the hell, nobody said futa could ONLY jerk off on their schedule.

She didn't even bother moving away, just watching herself in the mirror as she gripped her cock amateurishly, one hand moving up to caress a fat, sensitive tit. She was still having trouble fully comprehending that this beautiful futa goddess she was masturbating over was herself. The disconnect was bizarre and deliciously naughty, like she was intruding on someone else's private time.

She fell back down onto the bed as her legs went weak, still staring at the masturbating big-dicked hottie in the mirror. Her hand glided up and down her cock, lubricated by copious amounts of precum oozing from her eye. Her free hand pulled a nipple up to her mouth, driving her deeper into an orgasm spiral as she reacted to both the sensitivity and the sight of a wanton slut sucking on her own tit.

She felt sensation build along the base of her cock, a growing pressure that ended right at the tip. Her eyes went wide and her hips thrust forward, and with a whine into her breast her hand slammed back to the base of her cock and she began to cum.

Her first shot flew across to the mirror, a toe-curling burst of pleasure that exploded from the tip of her cock. She humped the air, dropping her breast from her mouth and squealing as she came again and again until only a dribble of cum oozed from her cock and she fell back with a dazed smile.

She reached absently over to her bedside table, still panting in afterglow, and grabbed the bracelet the doctor had given her. They weren't necessary, of course, but most futa found the little alarm bracelets convenient, letting them know it was time to start finding some privacy before it became too pressing an issue. It was nearly with glee that she held the buttons down to reset its timer and rolled back over.

She almost found herself nodding off before there was a knock at her door. She jumped, cursing a little at the unexpected weight of her tits slapping down onto her chest, and scrabbled around on the floor for some clothes. She tossed aside her cum-stained shirt and grabbed a baggier one from the closet before heading out into the front room.

Sadira was standing at the front door, looking as perfect as ever. The little Persian girl had the amazing ability to look immaculate even in the most simple outfits. Kelly had privately thought on more than one occasion that may have been why she'd taken so whole-heartedly to her futanari condition - Sarida probably liked having something to break the perfection, something raw and sexual.

Sadira liked to show off her assets at every opportunity. Caramel-coloured cleavage strained against her blouse, while something completely different strained against her tight jeans. Sadira seemed to take glee in showing off every inch of her cock as often as she could - jeans, yoga pants, tights, and on a few occasions a pair of booty shorts so scandalously short that the tip of her dick nearly poked out of the hem.

She practically squealed, leaping forward and pulling Kelly into a tight hug.

"Congratulations baby! Oh my god I'm so excited for you!"

Kelly grinned, squeezing back, then peered behind Sadira. "Emily didn't come with you?"

"She wanted to, but she's having a pretty bad attack today, the poor thing."

Emily generally managed to deal well with her SPS, but the disease was cyclical and every few weeks she would wake up nearly crippled with pleasure as her skin prickled, her brain turning half of every sensation she felt into erotic stimulation.

"She'll be okay though, Nathan's staying home with her. I'm more interested in you, newbie futa! You look amazing! How does it feel?"

The pair walked into the living room, Sadira taking a seat on the couch, briefly rearranging her crotch. Kelly flopped into the armchair.

"This has been a really weird morning, Sadira."

Sadira giggled. "I'll bet. I'm surprised you weren't fapping when I turned up."

Kelly grinned sheepishly. "I'd just finished. I haven't even cleaned up the bedroom yet."

Her friend laughed, then leaned forward. "So give me the goss. How big is it, how often do you need it?"

"It's like nine inches, I think." Sadira purred. "Really thick, as well, and my balls are, like, the size of golf balls. And, err, my schedule's seventy minutes."

Sadira choked, her eyes going wide. "S-seventy minutes? Oh my god, babe, really? I'm so sorry!"

Kelly shrugged. "It's okay. I'm kind of looking forward to it, and I think it might even be worth it to look like this. I was kinda masturbating over myself before..."

Sadira cracked up laughing, falling back into the couch. "I guess I can't blame you for that! If I had a body like yours I might be tempted to jack off over myself too."

Kelly giggled, while Sadira narrowed her eyes lasciviously. "Speaking of which, I think I owe you something."

Kelly yelped as Sadira jumped off the couch, kneeling in front of her. Kelly was already tenting her skirt, her cock slowly pulsing, and Sadira gathered up the folds and pushed them up, revealing it nestled between her soft thighs.

"How many times have you sucked me off, Kel? I think the least I owe you is a blowjob to christen your new cock."

She gripped the base, slowly stroking up and down, reaching her other hand under to cup Kelly's balls.
"You know, because I'm just such a generous soul. You weren't kidding, Kelly, you're huge!"

Kelly's breasts obscured most of her view of Sadira, but she could see the girl's impish grin behind an errant curl of hair as she lightly fapped. Sadira suddenly stopped, Kelly's cock pulsing as she stood up to unbutton her jeans and shake her generous hips out of them. Her cock stood straight out from her groin, and she actually groaned with relief as her balls popped out.

"I love how I look in tight jeans but it's hell on the boys. Not that mine are anywhere near as fat as yours!" She crouched down again, this time focusing on fondling Kelly's sack. "What sort of a load do you get out of these babies?"

Kelly blushed, shivering a little as Sadira explored. "It was a lot, yeah."

Sadira started to lap lightly at the base, her eyes closing, her right hand wrapping around her own penis and tugging. Kelly groaned, laying back into the armchair and spreading her legs to give Sadira better access, allowing the girl to push forward and take the tip of Kelly's cock into her mouth and suck. She rubbed the base, twisting her hand in short circles, popping her mouth off to lick the frenulum then taking it back down her throat.

Kelly was finding out firsthand about futanari endurance. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes since she last came but her cock was rallying back like it had never happened, rock-hard and straining for the warm embrace of Sadira's mouth. Each caress of her tongue brought forth another throb that churned her balls and echoed all the way up her spine. She'd sucked Sadira's cock dozens of times but she'd never imagined that it felt this good for her.

Sadira finally stopped teasing and dove forward, pulling as much of Kelly's length down her throat as she could. She choked a little, unprepared for the girl's girth, but still managed to suppress her gag reflex enough to pull about six inches down her throat. She sped up her own stroking at the same time and moaned into the meat spreading her throat apart.

Kelly groaned and shuddered. Even with all her morning's orgasms, the sensation of a building cum in her cock still pinged parts of her brain she barely knew existed. She knew what it was by now, though, and desperately started to mumble to Sadira as the girl started to bob her head up and down, pulling up to the tip then pushing forward to take six inches back down her throat.

"S-Sadira... I'm gonna... Fffuuck..."

Sadira mewled happily, increasing the speed of both her sucking and stroking. Kelly groaned again, putting a hand on the top of Sadira's curly hair and bucking her hips as she began to cum. She could practically feel her balls empty into her friend's pretty face. Sadira stopped sucking, simply pushing her face forward and letting Kelly blow her load down her throat. Kelly's orgasm seemed to go on forever, and Sadira's eyes went wide with her own orgasm before it ended, her hips thrusting as she shot against the bottom of the armchair. Sadira stood up, wiping her mouth with a smile. "Enjoy that?"

Dazed, all Kelly could do was nod as her friend grabbed a tissue off the coffee table and cleaned up, then squeezed herself back into her jeans and reset her watch.

"Anyway, put some clothes on, I'm taking you out for Thai to celebrate."


The little Thai place was about twenty minutes drive, and the girls took seats outside to enjoy the warm day as they ate. Kelly found herself staring idly about the people wandering past. She'd always been fairly sexually open but her instincts were on overdrive after her transformation, and even relatively plain looking people were making her bite her lip in thought.

She also wondered idly about some of the girls going past, and whether or not they were futanari. Some girls made it fairly obvious, and some girls wouldn't have been able to hide it even if they'd tried, but others may have been a little bit more discreet about their altered parts.

Sadira made small talk over the appetisers. Kelly found it a little odd how easily Sadira could switch back and forth between friend and seductress, and always had been able to, at least as far as Kelly knew. She shifted on her seat as her mind flashed back to Sadira's naked body that morning, her penis starting to throb to life. She felt around for a question to distract herself.

"Sadira, were you always as, err, "friendly" as you are before you transformed?"

"Hmm?" Sadira looked up from a bite of satay chicken. "Oh, you mean was I as huge a slut before I grew a dick?"

Kelly snorted as Sadira went on. "No, actually, I was a real little prude, it was kind of ridiculous. Makes me furious when I think about how many years I wasted not fucking everything that moves."

The girls laughed as their mains arrived. Kelly was uncomfortably aware as she ate that her erection hadn't gone down since the appetisers, and she was starting to sweat with arousal. She squeezed her thighs together, biting her lip as her pussy leaked juice onto the back of her skirt. If Sadira was feeling the same way, she wasn't showing it. Kelly reached out for another bite, when her bracelet suddenly began to beep.

"Oh, shit, really?"

"Well it's set for, what, an hour? That's not a long time, babe. Anyway you'd better go find a bathroom. I'll make sure they don't take your plate."

Kelly nodded, pushing away from the table, only to reveal the impressive tent she'd popped in her skirt. Sadira laughed.

"Why did you wear a skirt, dummy? Especially without panties? What did you think was going to happen?"

Kelly blushed, trying to push down her straining erection. "I didn't have any pants that would fit! I grew like eight inches of hips overnight!"

"Well just try and, like, tuck it between your thighs? We call that the futa shuffle. That or you could just walk there with your boner swinging back and forth for everyone to see."

Kelly opted for the latter, and fortunately she was long enough that she could get some decent leverage between her thighs, although the feeling of pressing her fat ball sack inbetween them, squished right up against her leaking pussy, was incredibly uncomfortable, not to mention the sensation of her thighs sliding back and forth across the sides of her pole.

She awkwardly waddled down the street, searching for a public bathroom. She finally found one, but by the time she'd gotten into a stall her groin was already starting to prickle and burn with the sensation that every futa dreaded.

She realised as she hurriedly pulled out her prick and began to tug that this was her first scheduled orgasm - up until now she'd been cumming when she felt like it, but this one was being enforced on her. It was no less pleasurable, though, and she let the sensation flow through her, knees shaking, mouth slack, one hand stroking up and down the length of her cock and the other snaking behind her heavy sack to stroke at her leaking pussy.

She squealed as the orgasm took her by surprise, skipping the normal sensation of build-up and firing without warning. She flexed her kegels muscles and went cross-eyed with the force of the cumshot, a ropy strand of cum arcing out and splattering against the tile wall and dripping down onto the cistern. Her muscles flexed again and a second shot arced over the toilet before she pulled her bucking dick down and aimed into the bowl, quivering as she let down her massive load, then fell back against the door with a dazed smile.

Kelly looked down at the mess she'd made of the cubicle. With a sigh, she started paying out paper from the dispenser.

Sadira had nearly finished her meal when Kelly sat back down.

"Kel, your hair's a mess, and I think you got cum on your skirt."

"I don't think it'd be possible to care less. I'm hungry."

She took a gulp of her coke. Sadira giggled, and Kelly cast a glance askance at her. "What? I'm thirsty too!"

"I'm sure you are. Lose some fluid in there?"

Kelly nodded. "Sadira, I came like a firehose. Is it going to be like that every time?"

"Every time you leave it till the last minute, absolutely. You're just going to have to get used to your schedule. If you're going out, maybe you should set your timer for a little extra?"

Kelly started wolfing down her food. The morning had left her utterly starved, and even cold the Thai felt good in her stomach.

"So a few friends and I are going to the movies tonight. You're welcome to come with us if you want?"

"Friends like us?"

"What? Oh, no, it's not a sex thing. Not EVERYTHING I do is so I can empty my balls."

"Who are you and what have you done with Sadira?"

She cracked up laughing. "Okay, maybe that was a lie. Seriously though, this is just a movie. You in?"

Kelly tho about it. "I might stay in, I think. I'm still not used to this" she waved her hands vaguely, "this whole thing."

"I understand. It hit me for six when it first happened, too. You should just stay in tonight and fap your little heart out."

Sadira talking about sex was getting her hot and bothered again, so she threw herself back into her food. Keeping her mind off sex was really difficult, even this soon after cumming. It was like the dirty thoughts were just constantly sloshing around in the back of her mind, waiting for the faintest crack in her composure to come rushing back in. She was already finding her attention wandering to the other customers at the restaurant, hunting out cleavage and tight asses and strong muscles. Sadira looked on with a wry smile.

"Hard to resist, isn't it? Come on, finish up and I'll take you home.'


The rest of the afternoon and evening passed without incident. Kelly spent most of it in front of the computer, surfing for porn and squeezing out orgasm after orgasm, sometimes not even pausing for a break after one toe-curling cum before starting on the next. A hunger gnawed deep inside her, and trying to get her fill only made the hunger worse. It felt good, better than anything she'd ever felt before, but each orgasm was tinged with the knowledge that the cum would barely have a chance to get cold before she wanted to shoot off again.

It was somewhere in the sixth hour of straight self-love that her other needs finally overcame her libido and she staggered away from the computer, hand aching, mouth parched and stomach growling. She took the brief interlude of making some food to reflect on just what was happening to her. Cum was drying on her crotch and down her thighs, and there was a massive sticky puddle of the stuff under her desk from where she'd run out of tissues somewhere in hour three and just stopped giving a damn about the mess. She couldn't even sit down and relax, because without something to distract her the thought of the last porno she'd watched flooded back into her head, her cock rallying back like she hadn't touched it in days.

Was she really going to try to go back to school like this? She thought for a moment. Of course she was. It'd be a struggle, but nothing worth doing was easy, right?

She sighed, putting down her toast and draining her glass of water as her cock gave a desperate throb, her hand starting to rub before she'd even left the kitchen.

It was the early hours of the morning when she finally closed down her computer and headed to bed, more out of respect for the time than any actual fatigue. At first, she thought it was going to be impossible to fall asleep. Her new breasts made several of her old sleeping positions too uncomfortable to even bother with, and on her back had her cock throbbing and waving in the light breeze through her room. She was too hot for covers, but too sensitive for the open air, leaving her draping the sheets around her sweaty body in a tangled heap.

The lack of distraction led her thoughts towards sex again, visions of Sadira's naked body marching through her head, her memory flashing back to the blowjob she'd received that morning. Unbidden, her hands crept down to her crotch, one snaking behind her balls to play with her sopping pussy, the other wrapping around her shaft and pumping. Her hips thrust up toward the air, a moan escaping her lips as she fell into the fantasy.

Within minutes her pussy tightened up around her fingers, her muscles at the base of her cock straining as she shot hot ropes of cum straight up her body and onto the pillow. She shuddered as the final shot worked its way out, a combination of the release and a sudden wave of fatigue had her pass out.

Her eyes snapped open. Her groin felt like it was burning, her cock straining so hard she felt like it was going to snap in two. She grit her teeth and wrapped her hand around it. She was so hard it almost hurt to rub, each stroke of her hand bringing a pulse that tugged hard at muscles that were already overtaxed.

Her orgasm hit her without warning. One moment she was stroking, the next a thick rope of cum was firing from her cock, her body taking a second to catch up to her orgasm before she even started to buck. Her cock heaved, spraying cum into the air, up her body, across the sheets, leaving her lying in a cooling, sticky puddle. One last deep, rattling breath, and she passed back out, still holding her cock.

Kelly's eyes shot open again, the burning, straining sensation in her crotch worse than ever. She turned over to look at her alarm cock as her fingers wrapped around her girth again, groaning as she realised she'd only been asleep for an hour. She started to work away at her aching loins again, caught between arousal and exhaustion.


Sadira and Emily stepped out of Sadira's car, making their way up the little gravel path into the middle of Kelly's apartment complex. Emily pushed an errant strand of blond hair out of her face before smoothing down her sundress.

"Shouldn't we have called first?"

Sadira locked up and adjusted her pants. "I did. Three times. Kelly hasn't been answering her phone. She hasn't turned up to classes in a week, she's not on Facebook and I haven't seen her at the club at all. Something's wrong."

Sadira rapped on the door. Both girls stood in silence for a moment, waiting for a hint of life from inside. When none was forthcoming, she thumped on the door, far harder, the hinges shaking slightly. The girls heard a small groan from inside, some footsteps, and the door flew open.

Kelly stood at the door, dishevelled and cantankerous. Her normally carefully-maintained appearance was now in tatters. Blond roots were showing up under her black-dyed hair. Her eyes were deeply sunken and grey. She appeared to be wearing nothing except a large hoodie, her cock poking out from under the hem, glistening with cum.

Sadira noted that even under the hoodie, Kelly was obviously curvier than she'd been a week ago. Futas tended to hourglass out instead of chunk up when they gained weight, and Kelly definitely had a little more bounce to her bust and junk in her trunk.

"What is i- oh, it's you guys. Hi."

"Hey Kel. We hadn't seen you in a while and we just wanted to check on you."

She looked back into the apartment, then back out into the sunlight, squinting. "I'm fine. Peachy. Never better. Did you want something, or..."

Sadira and Emily looked at each other. They'd never heard Kelly this cranky or rude before. Emily leaned in. "We just want to come in and see our friend?"

"I'm kind of busy-"

"With what? We never even see you lately!"

"Y-you know... Stuff..."

Her hand had already strayed down to her cock, rubbing lightly along the underside and teasing the eye with her thumb. Sadira sighed.

"Kel, you can jerk off in front of us. Hell, I might join in if I feel like it. Come on, babe, let us in."

The screen door creaked open and Sadira stepped in, pulling Kelly into a tight hug. Emily, of course, contented herself with a wave.

Kelly plopped down onto the couch, spreading her legs and starting where she'd left off. Sadira and Emily sat and watched the moaning futa for a few minutes.

Emily broke the silence. "So um. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Panting, Kelly snappily replied "What does it look like?"

"No, I mean, like, in general. Are you having fun with the whole thing?"

Kelly went to sigh, but it turned into a moan halfway. "No. It fucking sucks. I'm so tired of cumming. Like, it feels good, but I just want to do something ELSE for a little while!"

Her other hand snaked around behind her balls to finger her pussy as she went on. "I can't go out, I can't go to the movies, I can't even get involved in a TV show that runs too long unless I make sure to cum just as it's starting! Do you know how fucking much I just want, like, a three hour nap? Forget even a night of sleep, just a three hour nap, and I can't even have that because of this stupid dick!"

Sadira did truly feel sorry for her friend, but on the other hand there was also an impressively sexy futa jerking off right in front of her, and her cock was forming a throbbing outline against her jeans. Emily had also carefully rearranged her crotch, tenting out against her dress; Emily had to be careful to give her futahood a lot of breathing room. She took a deep breath, composing herself.

"Why don't you just let it grow?"

Kelly paused for a moment, then yelped and went back to masturbating. "Let it grow?"

Sadira had unzipped her fly, pulling out her cock, another hand snaking up her shirt to grope at one breast. Emily swallowed, blue eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"Yes, I had a friend who had some issues with her schedule. Not as bad as you, but she was pretty tired of it. She let herself grow about a foot, and now her schedule's better than Sadira's. They've got a lot of options now for girls who want to grow, like, clothes and stuff."

Kelly let the idea of a extra foot sink in as she kept stroking. The idea was completely alien at first, the idea of having to tote around nearly two feet of cock, but for the sake of having the rest of her life back...

She started to picture herself that big. Getting her hands on that much pulsing meat. She'd always wanted to be a futa, right? Why not be the most futa she could possibly be? It was picturing herself riding someone, massive cock swaying with the motion of her sweating body, that brought her over the edge, comprehensively shooting off all over the floor.

Emily took a seat next to Kelly on the couch, drawing her tongue up the girl's cheek with a shiver. "So did you think about it?"

Kelly nodded, stroking Emily's breast through her dress, bringing out a moan from the girl. "Yeah. I'm gonna do it."

Emily giggled. "After we drain you dry first!"


Kelly spent the next day researching futa growth inbetween bouts of indulging her needs. She'd decided that the best way to do it was to remove any temptation to masturbate - after eating her fill and drinking a ton of water, she'd instructed Sadira to handcuff her to the bedhead and, as an afterthought, tie her ankles to the bottom in case it got long enough for her to try and suck.

"Now remember, no matter what I say, you leave me in here for three hours, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it Kel. You want a four-hour schedule, no negotiation. Besides, I've invited Sarah over, we're gonna have some fun. Maybe you might spice up the sex with a few moans for us?"

Kelly laughed. "I'll do my best. Okay, close up the handcuffs."

Sadira clicked the cuffs together and quickly tested the lock. "Okay. Tight as a virgin pussy. You're not going anywhere until I come back."

She gave Kelly a quick kiss, then closed the door behind her. Kelly's mind wandered almost immediately, picturing what she was going to look like after her growth. Her hand jerked subconsciously to start rubbing, and the handcuff chain clanked against the iron bedhead.

Within minutes, the prickling started in her cock and balls. She'd never appreciated quite how it felt, having spent most of her time feeling it getting her pants off, until she'd just given up wearing pants. It was like pins and needles, but instead of numbness, all the sensations in her body were amplified.

Her cock throbbed angrily, the prickling intensifying. Her breathing quickened as she realised this was it; she was starting to grow.

It throbbed again and she heard a faint noise, a crackling, leathery sound. Pain shot down the length of her cock. She sat watching her cock, and she was almost sure she could see it growing, even as her body yearned to cum. She rattled the handcuffs again, the pleasure almost unbearable, but she'd set herself up too well to do anything but stare.

The throbbing strained at her muscles. She could almost swear she was seeing her cock swell, but that'd be too fast. She tried to lay back and think of something else, but the sensation of growth was unlike any arousal she'd felt in her entire time as a futa. It filled her body and mind, made even vital processes like breathing seem trivial compared to the need in her cock.

She first suspected something was wrong about ten minutes in. She must have already grown a good three inches. A little bit of fuzzy mental arithmetic put that at three feet by the end of the hour. That couldn't be right at all.

The bed was soaked in sweat. Her body glistened with it as she writhed on the sheets, a full foot of rigid cock swinging back and forth. Her breasts had started prickling a few minutes ago too; she'd known some futa grew bigger breasts when they grew but hadn't stopped to think she might be one of them.

"Sadira?"

No answer. She struggled against the bonds again for a little bit. "Sadira?!"

"Hey, what are you doing? No exceptions, remember? You just sit there and grow, girl!"

Kelly moaned in frustration. She was sure her chest already felt heavier, and her cock was continuing its determined march upward. Outward, too; it was definitely thicker than when she'd started. By the time the wall clock showed half an hour had passed she'd already doubled in length. Her boobs jiggled back and forth on her chest, growing so heavy they were beginning to slide off the side of her body. Sweating and mewling, she kept struggling at the handcuffs, rattling the chains against the bedhead. She squeezed her thighs together, wiggling in the growing puddle underneath her hips, and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm for a moment.

The clock ticked on. Kelly had tried calling out to Sadira again, but eventually all she heard back in reply was moans after Sadira's girlfriend turned up. An hour and a half in, her growth had continued unabated. The shock of watching her cock swaying back and forth, standing up over three feet toward the ceiling, was almost enough to make her forget the pain her chastity was causing. Her muscles strained to hold it up, and as it grew it slowly began to droop downward. Kelly had tried reaching up with her head to greet the oozing tip but she wasn't flexible enough with her arms bound, and wasn't helped by the weight of her newly-grown boobs holding her down. They were so large they actually rested on the bed when her back was against the mattress.

With ten minutes to go, she'd given up struggling. All her energy was being devoted to growing, and what little she had left had been used up struggling. She didn't even have the energy to lift her face up the last few inches it'd take before she could lick the massive pulsing shaft of her cock. It wasn't even the head - the head had left her behind a long time ago, leaking precum out onto the pillow behind her where her arms rest. The strain on her groin was immense, and though she couldn't see past her cock and the massive, pumpkin-sized mounds of her tits, the weight of her balls resting on her thighs that suggested they'd swollen up massively.

She couldn't believe what she'd done. For the sake of a few hours of sleep, she'd turned herself into a freak. How could she go outside this big? Where was she going to put it that wouldn't get her arrested for indecent exposure? Where was she going to get clothes from? What was she going to DO?!

Sadira checked her watch, and opened up the door. It had been hard ignoring Kelly's crying out, but it was what she'd been told to do.

"Okay, babe, it's been three hours, time to-"

She stopped dead. Kelly lay panting on the bed, her legs cradling a unbelievable four-foot cock and a pair of outsize balls that perched on her curvy thighs like jostling fleshy cantaloupes. Her breasts jutted out from either side of her chest, filling up the rest of the bed and even starting to hang slightly over the edges. She could barely see Kelly's sweaty face between the massive trunk of her penis and the curve of her breasts, and there was a thick pool of precum sitting on the pillow behind her.

"Kelly what the fuck happened?"

Kelly groaned, shifting her head around to look at Sadira with heavily-lidded eyes.

"I... I grew."