Warped Reality (Part 1)

Ruth groaned, pulling out a dusty cloth-covered box from under a table and coughing as particles rose into the air.

One essay. I missed one essay, and now I've gotta do this shit.

Sort through her professor's collection of dusty relics or lose her GPA. A hell of an ultimatum. Her skinny arms heaved brass objects out of the box, quickly placing them by size and shape, until she picked up a small box, also in brass, but trimmed in what looked to be mother-of-pearl. With curiosity, she pulled on its lid, and it was stuck fast, without even the small amount of give of an old, worn lock. She felt a strange pulse of what felt like electricity up her arm, and suddenly the lid slid open without a hint of resistance.

Inside the box, on a small velvet cushion somehow untouched by the ages sat a small gemstone, roughly half the length of her thumb, in an asymmetrical shape that suggested it had never been properly cut. Despite that, though, its surface was perfect, and as she moved it against the light it bounced so perfectly through its inky blackness that it looked as though tongues of purple and red fire blazed through it.

She sat staring at it, all thoughts of her task gone. The dancing lights were compelling in a way she'd never felt before, like the jewel was a part of her she'd been missing her entire life. She gently touched it, with the thought in her head of I wish I could just keep staring at this and not worry about sorting this stuff.

She suddenly felt an electric shock travel through her entire body, starting from her right hand. She felt her awareness stretch back, leaving her body, blurred light rushing in a tunnel around her vision like she was being thrown backwards at tremendous speed. She turned around and saw... nothing. Not just a lack of vision, but the horrible awareness that she was looking at nothing. Suddenly, a small spot flared right in the centre of her vision, and her world was surrounded by heat, light and noise. Her eyes were drawn to a particular spot, and with a sickening feeling of being pulled, her awareness zoomed in until she could see dancing blue rings around scintillating golden cores.

One of them bounced off another, there was a flash, and suddenly she could see two possibilities – one of the cores going left, and going slightly above the left as it ricocheted off. She felt pulled back again, and with another rush, she was staring at the gemstone again.

What the fuck was that?

Suddenly the door opened behind her, and her professor poked his ancient head past the door.

"Ruth, I was somewhat hasty. You've been a good student. Don't worry about this, just get the report to me when you can, okay?"

She sat silent for a moment, then nodded, quickly shoving the relics back into the box save for the gemstone, which she slipped into her bag before heading back out to her dorm.

 

Back home, Ruth stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, clutching the beautiful jewel in her right hand. It was late, and she knew she should have been taking herself to bed, but she couldn't do it without her nightly ritual of cataloguing every flaw in her body, looking herself up and down in the mirror.

She bared her huge buck teeth, running her tongue across her thin lips and raising her hand to trace over the acne scarring that surrounded her thin face, long pointed nose and the thick glasses perched on it. Her dirty blond hair was wispy and thin, and hung limply to either side of her collarbones, which almost looked shrink-wrapped by her pale skin.

She was all bones and angles, her shoulder joints and ribs visible, along with her knobbly elbows on her drastically thin arms. She wore a bra more out of propriety than necessity, since she had nothing to hold. Her panties perched on visible hip bones down to skinny thighs. Everything between her joints, though, was soft and flabby, lacking any tone. Her gut stuck out and her biceps drooped. She hunched slightly, but even standing up straight she was tiny and short.

Everything about her made her want to cry. Indeed, she'd spent many nights crying herself to sleep after standing in front of the mirror like this, picking, scratching, and just generally wishing herself different. She looked up at the little Sharpie line on the mirror, eight inches above her head, the line the top of her head reached in her fantasies.

She'd explored any number of fantasies, from the simple idea of beauty to the utterly depraved. Tonight, the idea of being taller was what filled her mind. She wanted to command a room when she walked in, for every eye to be drawn to her statuesque form.

I want to be taller. I want to be tall. God, I want it so badly...

She felt another electric shock and the feeling of her awareness stretching back like earlier at the university, the flare of light and energy, the shining rings and glowing cores, the brief moment of her awareness being split between two possibilities, and then rushing back to her awareness, staring at herself in the mirror again.

She went to turn away, but felt a strange feeling suffuse her entire body. She groaned, her muscles growing tight, like every part of her body was under tension. She looked back in the mirror with a grimace of pain and stopped dead, her eyes wide as she began to notice the top of her head slowly growing closer to the Sharpie mark on the mirror. She stepped back, stumbling as she realised she was growing. She looked down at her thighs, all thoughts of her tight muscles banished by the sheer thrill of seeing her legs stretching out. She held out her arm, watching her forearm lengthen before her eyes. Within a minute, her head was level with the mark – she was five-foot-ten.

She stared at herself in shock. She looked even more ridiculously skinny with her new height, not just a waif, but a beanpole – but she was tall. She'd just willed it to happen. What if I... I need to be bigger. I need to be bigger all over – I need to grow out as much as I grew up.

Again, she felt that electric tingle starting from her hand, and the feeling of her awareness stretching back, though faster this time. Back in her own head, she stared in awe at the mirror as her body slowly began to thicken, her arms and legs filling out, her knobbly joints receding into toned, curvaceous skin. Her stomach didn't change, but her hips filled out and her thighs expanded, a sensation of fullness and weight spreading through her. After another minute, she'd finished growing – certainly still slim, but no longer painfully thin.

Tears were streaming down her face as she ran her hands across her newly pliant flesh – no longer feeling the hard bone underneath when she touched herself. Trembling, she sat back down on her bed, still poking and prodding her new flesh, casting her eyes around from her bizarre new vantage point. They fixed on the picture of her and her parents on her bedside table, and her mouth dropped open as she noticed that the picture had changed. She was towering over both of her parents, leaning down between them to get in the frame.

She leapt up, running over to her closet and throwing open the doors, pulling out clothing to find... it fit her. Everything in her closet was the correct size for her new body.

It's like... It's like I've always looked like this.

Possibilities were rampaging through her mind, a hundred strange and perverted theories. She just needed to test... whatever this was, this new strange power, and she knew exactly how. She took a deep breath, concentrating hard. This time, it wasn't on height, it wasn't on her weight; her eyes were looking directly at her still-minuscule chest.

Breasts... I want breasts. I want to be stacked, chesty, I want to have huge jiggling tits. I want bigger boobs... Bigger boobs...

A thrill went through her as she felt the electric tingle. She squealed with glee as a sensation of fullness spread through her flat chest, like something was pushing behind her nipples. It felt like the aftermath of a heavy meal, a groaning tightness and discomfort. Within seconds she could tell that something was happening behind the cups of her bra; the cups, already somewhat loose on her nearly featureless chest, were slowly starting to fill up. Looking down, she could definitely see they were rising up from her chest – poking out and slightly obscuring her vision.

She was so caught between excitement and a growing arousal at watching her own tits grow, just like in the mountains of breast expansion porn she'd read and watched, that she barely noticed that her bra wasn't actually keeping up with the expansion as she dimly expected it would have, had she thought about it at all. It was becoming visibly strained by the billowing swell of chest meat, which was starting to ooze out of the tops, sides and even the bottoms of the cups. The sight only made her even hornier, a wet patch spreading out through her overstuffed panties as her pussy fluttered and throbbed.

It was starting to severely restrict her breathing 40 seconds or so into her growth, even as her breasts jiggled madly above the brim of the cups. She took a deep breath, stretching back her shoulders and was rewarded with a savage snap. Her bra flew off as the hooks in the back popped out, landing several feet in front of her. Her newly swollen breasts came down against her chest with a weighty drop of gelatinous flesh, but more noticeably she came on the spot, taking in a sharp intake of breath as pleasure flooded her body.

The growth having stopped, she took a moment of standing stock still, panting heavily, before she turned in the mirror to examine her new assets. Ignoring the ugly red welts left over by her late bra, they were perfect. Perfectly shaped teardrop breasts that fell just slightly to either side of her sternum with wide, crinkly areolas and thick nipples that pointed almost straight forward. She cupped one from underneath, hefting its weight, wobbling it from side to side and running her fingers along the perfects smoothness. She almost wanted to cry, but this time from happiness.

A question suddenly ran through her mind – her clothes had adjusted to her height. Why did her bra snap? She put the jewel down on the dresser and rifled through one of her drawers. She pulled out a bra, finding that it was indeed far larger than the one she'd destroyed. A little fabric label read "32F."

I'm an F-cup. Far out.

The revelation rekindled the stirring in her pussy, but the question still remained as to why the bra she was wearing snapped while the others transformed into gorgeous F-cup beauties; although on reflection, they weren't beauties, they were utilitarian beige harnesses, but such was the curse of the large-chested lady.

In the throes of a prematurely ended afterglow, she decided that while she had this opportunity, forget just getting an okay body with big boobs, she needed to give herself the body of her dreams. She threw the bra aside and ran her hands down across the curve of her butt. They were certainly softer and more there than they'd ever been, but she needed more. She turned around, watching herself from the side in the mirror, and concentrated, imagining her ass expanding, the curves flaring out behind her as her cheeks expanded, her hips and thighs widening and thickening to match.

Nothing happened. The disappointment was enough to instantly quench her mounting libido, and she went to slump back on the bed, thinking she'd lost her moment. That was when she caught sight again of the shimmering jewel on the dresser, the fractal patterns dancing inside it against her ceiling light.

She scrambled to grab it, her unfamiliar boobs jostling and bouncing. It was warm in her hand, and she was sure it wasn't entirely from being gripped before. She squeezed it tight, though, again imagining herself with a huge, impressively shaped posterior, a canvas of jiggling cheek and smooth thighs. A rattling gasp left her mouth as she felt that electric tingle and the same sensation of fullness that preceded the growth of her breasts. Her hips ached and began to expand outwards, her thighs thickening and swelling as the cheeks that topped them bloated up like water balloons. She moaned, stumbling forward and groping at her pussy as her thighs began to swallow her panties, rubbing against each other as she moved. By the time the growth stopped, leaving her drastically bottom-heavy, she had a hand down the front of her panties, madly frigging away, her other hand reaching up to cup and pinch one of her newly-minted tits. The jewel had dropped to the floor, forgotten in her mad lust over her growing body.

Of course, it took no time at all before she came hard, humping her new hips into her hand, shrieking her pleasure at the walls as her ass and tits jiggled with each spasmodic motion of her body. She fell back onto her ass, the swollen cheeks forming a perfect cushion for her. Between her knees, weak after two substantial orgasms, and the new weight of her hefty undercarriage, it took her some time to pull herself back up to her feet and stumble in front of the mirror. The sensation of her thighs dragging past each other was sublimely pleasurable, and between that and her new assets blocking her view, she accidentally kicked the jewel.

Bending over to retrieve it was an experience in and of itself. Her tits swung down to meet her face, and the change in her centre of mass meant her enormous ass stuck out full and round, wiggling as she groped sightlessly to retrieve the gem, her vision obscured by dangling breast. Between her weighty, jiggling breasts and her enormous pear-shaped rear, she was in heaven. She finally found the jewel and bent back up, groaning at the strain on her back from the normally-simple motion.

Christ, they're heavy. This is so awesome.

She had more to fix. While she still wanted her face to be recognisably her, things had to change. Whether because they were individually small changes, or because she was getting more used to the way the jewel operated, it seemed that it took less effort to make the changes happen. Her teeth shrunk and receded, her lips thickened, her nose reshaped itself. Like Aphrodite from the waves, a beautiful woman emerged from her features, almost like moving lighting or changing angle reveals a different looking face.

She was simultaneously caught between tears of joy and the insistent throbbing of her pussy. She just stood staring at herself in the mirror for several minutes, just taking in the reality of her new beauty. Before long, of course, she was imagining finding a guy – a hot, muscular guy, who'd throw her down on the bed and show her an amazing first time after pulling out his massive cock from his jeans... She looked down at the jewel again. What is this thing capable of? How far can it go?

The thought of thick, throbbing dick had brought to mind part of her porn collection. She could remember the day she first encountered a picture – a comic, in fact, in the Japanese anime style, which featured a female main character who toted around a huge cock. She remembered her shock at the time, can that even happen? That's a thing? By now, it was a normal part of her perverted diet, and she'd spent many hours frigging herself to the thought of curvaceous ladies with big dicks – the thought of being a curvaceous lady with a big dick of her very own. Could this jewel turn her into a futanari?

Her mouth was dry as her fingers closed around the warm gem. She took a deep breath, and concentrated. A big, thick, meaty dick, a foot long, thick as my wrist, sensitive and twitchy. A pair of fat, heavy balls, churning with seed, ready to pop. She yelped as that now familiar feeling of tightness and bloat spread out through the top half of her pubic mound, only this time coupled with a buzzing, tingling sensation. Her breath came in a deep rattle as her clitoris tightened and the lips just below the hood began to puff out, although the process was still covered by her overstuffed panties. She fell back onto her bed, propped up against the wall, watching down between the swell of her new mounds as a bump slowly started to rise in the front of her underwear.

It throbbed and pulsed in time with her heartbeat, each one bringing with it another burst of growth, her panties starting to audibly stretch. They started to put pressure on the swelling stem, the sides tenting up around it. She grabbed her breasts, her hands sinking deeply into the soft flesh, pawing at them as her growing cock throbbed angrily at the tightness of her underwear. As the sides were pulled up by the growing shaft they also revealed her pair of swelling testicles, starting to pack out the rest of the space.

About thirty seconds in it became too much to bear, and with a grunt of effort and a flex of wholly unfamiliar muscles, her lurching cock shredded her panties with a shhhrriip, leaving the glistening shaft flexing in the air and continuing to grow. Her left hand still mauling her breast, her right dropped down to wrap around her cock. She shuddered, drawing in a deep breath as the thick meat pulsed and swelled against her fingers. She started to slowly tug the skin up and down, pumping her hand along the length, drawing in rattling breaths as the pleasure flooded her groin. Her swelling balls nestled comfortably atop the cleft of her thighs.

By the end of the minute, her hand was slowly but determinedly pumping up the entire thick, pulsing length of a foot-long penis that her hand could only barely encircle. The base had merged completely with the skin of her clitoral hood. Her scrotum was the size of a grapefruit, her wet pussy nestled snugly beneath its warm weight. Beads of precum leaked from the tip as she pumped. Not too long after the transformation had finished, she felt her kegels muscles tighten, a yawning empty feeling traveling up the entire length of her cock, and with a moan she shot off a thick rope of cum all the way up to the bottom of her breasts, settling in a warm, gooey trail from her bellybutton to her chest.

She shuddered and groaned as her new dick unloaded its first orgasm across her newly-transformed body, simultaneously completely unfamiliar and yet also somehow not. She trailed a finger through the mess across her stomach, gently bringing it to her tongue to taste the bitter saltiness of her own spunk. She sat silent for a moment, panting, entranced by the sight of her softening cock down past the curve of her new breasts.

Her eyes drew across to the gem, glinting on her bedsheets where she'd dropped it in orgasmic stupor. Was there no limit to what she could make this do? Did it ever wear off? First, she needed to establish something.

She grabbed the jewel with a deep breath, and concentrated. Slowly, her prick began to shrink, eventually retreating back into her body and reverting her crotch back to its original form. Okay, good, I can go back if I need to.

So how far could the gem go? Everything so far had been freaky but not completely impossible. She needed something unquestionably outside the bounds of normal. Casting her gaze about the room, she settled on an old comic, adorned with a red-skinned demon girl.

Red skin. That's completely unnatural – perfect! She concentrated, feeling her awareness flood backwards in that way she was becoming accustomed to, and then felt a warmth begin deep in her core and rise up to the surface of her skin. She lifted up her arm and her face broke into a wide grin as she gazed across deep red.

She ran back to the mirror, gasping in glee as she saw that the red tint had spread perfectly out across her entire body. She lifted her huge cherry-red tits, marvelling at her smooth crimson cleavage. She felt like the effect needed something, though...

She smacked her lips together and willed into existence a thick wave of black that spread across them. It was soon followed by a deep black line around her eyes and her hair beginning to grow darker. She tapped one nipple and grinned evilly as more black tint spread from the tip of her finger, advancing across the swell of her nipple and her expanded areolas until her breasts were capped with inky black.

She stopped for a moment, just staring at herself in the mirror. She gave herself a quick pinch again, fighting off the horrible feeling she was dreaming. Only that morning she'd still been trapped in the body she hated more than anything else in the world – now she was an impossibly gorgeous, busty demon girl. Her pictures reflected this new reality, as if she'd always been this way.

Having tested the operation of the gem, she reluctantly reverted the recent changes she'd made, resetting herself back to merely the stacked, incredibly beautiful version of herself she'd created earlier. She could play later. For now, she needed to settle on the new her.

Thoughts of the sensations of her previous experiments rose back up. She craved feeling that again, being one of the sexy, sensual futanari she'd spent so long lusting after. Why not? She gripped the jewel and concentrated, a thick, flaccid shaft starting to bud from her crotch. This time, instead of using her clitoris as the base, she had it grow from just above, the space below and to either side plumping out with the beginnings of a heavy scrotum.

As an afterthought, she made her clitoris bigger and more sensitive too, nestled behind a sack containing balls the size of hen's eggs. Erect, her cock would be over ten inches long, and just the thought of it made her want to salivate.

The one final nod she made to unreality was her hair. Instead of her lank, dirty blond, it was a wavy, mixed gradient of blue, magenta and purple that fell down to just above the upper curve of her heart-shaped rump. It sat in layers on layers that shifted past each other in almost hypnotic patterns, even in the still air of her room. She ran her fingers through it to fan it out, exulting in the sexual thrill from her thick, bouncy locks.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She strode over to it, completely naked with her perfect round breasts bouncing. As she approached the table she willed her old, clunky flip-phone into the latest model smartphone she'd been wishing she could afford for months. In fact, why stop there? Why couldn't she be fabulously rich and afford whatever she liked?

She swiped to a banking app on her new phone and nearly choked when she saw her bank balance. More money than she'd ever even seen in her life was sitting in her savings account. A quick scroll back through the transaction history showed regular deposits from what seemed to be investment management companies – enough each week for the old Ruth to have lived on for a year.

Her plump lips curled into a smile. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.

Ruth spent the rest of the night exploring her new body before curling up to a happy, contented sleep. Her night was punctuated with titillating, kinky dreams, unformed and half-remembered but unquestionably pleasant.

When morning broke and she stirred from sleep, she almost subconsciously reached up to make sure her beautiful new tits were still there. She squealed in delight when her hands contacted the smooth, warm flesh, and even more when she peered down between them and spotted the thick column of flesh rising up from between her legs in her inaugural morning wood.

Once the shock of realising she was still her new self wore off, her brain immediately focused on the tight, throbbing strain of her erect cock. It was steel-hard, tugging at her muscles in unfamiliar but exciting ways. Beneath it she could feel her hot, swollen clit, smothered by the weight of her hefty scrotum.

Immediately, a delicate hand curled around her dick, starting to slowly pump as glistening pre-cum rolled out of the tip. Her other hand snaked under, lifting up her testicles to reach at the sopping cauldron of her pussy. Of course, that meant that every time her fingers rubbed against her slit her balls bounced on top of her hand, adding another level of stimulation to her dual masturbation.

It didn't take long before she felt her orgasm build, cresting over the point of return, her cock throbbing madly as her muscles tightened. Her hands dropped away as the spasms overtook her body, leaving her only able to clutch at the sheets and writhe with the sensation.

There was a brief moment where her whole awareness seemed to disconnect and hover in the air for a moment, and then she came. A thick, pearlescent jet of spunk shot from the end of her cock like it was spring-loaded, the slab of meat lurching backwards as if to propel it. Something felt wrong, though – it was hard. Harder than any of the times she'd jacked off the night before.

It felt like the first shot lasted twice as long as anything from the previous night, her hips rising spasmodically off the bed for the entire pump. She shrieked in not only pleasure but surprise as they kept going, shot after shot that didn't seem to flag at all. It was fifteen or twenty seconds before they died off, leaving her panting and wide-eyed on the bed in an almost supernatural afterglow.

"What the fuck was that?!"

She hadn't built that in at all. It wasn't a problem, but... Wow.

To be fair, I've never had a pair of balls this size overnight before. Probably just a side-effect. She got up on wobbling legs, heading into the bathroom – but not before she extracted the jewel from the tangle of bedsheets.

The bathroom opened up as she entered, the walls retreating from each other, the cracks in the tiles repairing, new fittings and fixtures rising from the ground. A massive, sumptuous spa bath nestled in one corner, across from a completely separate antique claw-foot bath.

She stepped into the shower, letting a hot, voluminous spray cascade down across her newly-created, sensitive curves. It was strange enough washing a pair of F-cup breasts or shampooing a blue and violet waterfall of hair, but when her bar of soap reached her waist she had to pause for a moment.

What do I... like, do here? With this? She started gently soaping up the bottom of the shaft. Having a penis is turning out to be problematic.

Of course the major problem was that as she started soaping it up her breath caught as she could feel the stirrings of pleasure in the spongy flesh. It only amplified when she moved her hands up and peeled back her foreskin from over the head, exposing it to the gouts of warm water and making her shudder with the sudden sensation.

Fuck, is this what guys go through every time they shower? How do they do this?

She grit her teeth and started soaping up the sensitive skin of the glans, feeling her hips bucking slightly as it tingled and began to slowly fill. By the time she was done navigating around the egg-sized balls bouncing in her sack to wash between her legs, she was back at full mast again.

Of course she didn't have a choice but to take care of it, and biting lightly on her lip, she began to stroke with one hand while the other pinched and massaged one of her breasts. The remaining soap on her hands made her skin glide smoothly in her hand, allowing her to half tug the skin up and down and half simply slide her hand over the thick, pulsing rod.

As she pumped, she realised there was a flexible head in the shower. She grabbed it, one hand still jerking off, and flipped the lever over to send a high-pressure stream through it that she wasted no time in shoving between her legs, drumming her swollen clit with hot water.

She felt the magic moment rise again, her hand slowing to carefully approach her mounting orgasm, when she realised that, again, it didn't feel right.

The first shot, again, felt longer and harder than any time she'd shot off the previous night. Again, as she shrieked uncontrollably, her orgasm went on far, far beyond what she expected or had prepared for. She came against the shower glass again and again, cock lurching and balls tightening as she dumped a full ounce of cum out into the hot stream. She stood with an arm against the shower wall, panting heavily, watching it wash down into an unusually large drain.

Holy fuck. Why does that keep happening?

She rinsed off and grabbed a towel, drying off before wrapping it around her torso and picking her jewel off the counter. As she went back into her room, it reshaped itself like the bathroom had, becoming merely a bedroom of the house she now owned, just a short walk from the university. Her closet extended back into a massive walk-in wardrobe before she opened it, bursting with new, stylish clothes.

She gleefully pulled on a pair of dark leggings, eager to show off her new legs, when she remembered that she had a slightly different crotch situation than when she used to fantasise about looking great in leggings. Her junk fit in the strictest sense, but the leggings left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A knee-length skirt solved the issue.

Fully dressed, she walked out, past her spacious, modern living room bedecked with high-end electronics, to find her front door being opened by a stocky older woman with a trolley of cleaning supplies.

"Oh, good morning, Miss Schwarz! Thought you'd already be gone by now."

"Oh um, yes. Late start, haha." Ruth had a sudden horrible image of this cleaning woman entering her room to find the trail of sticky destruction she'd left overnight. Oh Christ, I hope she doesn't get grossed out...

Suddenly she felt the flash in her awareness, pulling herself back to that strange scene of dividing lights, and realised she was gripping the jewel in her pocket. When her awareness returned, the woman was pulling some supplies off the trolley, pulling on a pair of gloves.

"So how much cum have you left for me in the sheets?"

Ruth blinked. "E-excuse me?"

"Did you take some "me time" last night or just your usual couple of bedtime strokes? The last time you just stayed in and spent the night jerking off, I needed to give the sheets two cycles, you naughty girl!"

"O-oh, umm" Ruth went red, and the cleaning lady giggled. "Oh honey, don't tell me you're getting embarrassed now! You know I don't care what you do with that big ol' dick you're packing – although I've gotta say I'm still amazed by the amount of spunk you can put out."

Holy shit. I changed her! She's not grossed out! "Umm, yeah. Haha, silly me. Yeah, it was, um, a loooong night for me."

The woman rolled her eyes in an affectionate way. "I swear, I wish I'd ever had a man capable of going for as long as you."

That last statement gave Ruth an idea. She's not just not grossed out... She likes it. She has a sexual thrill from cum. She craves it.

Again, the sensation of the world shifting around her. A red tinge had appeared in the woman's cheeks. "Uh, y-yeah. Well, I'd better get to your room as soon as possible. All that lovel- uh, all that cum is going to take me a while to clean up. Might have to take some, uh, breaks. Don't get me wrong, though! Treating yourself like that is good! Especially when you make so much cum. It's very ho-healthy! Very healthy, haha. Maybe you should do it more often!"

She turned around, biting her lip. Ruth stared in shock at the jewel in her hand, reeling with the discovery she'd just made. Could she do anything to this woman? Could she do anything at all?

She had a wicked idea, motivated slightly by the stirrings of lust between her legs. She wouldn't mind being made a bit... hotter, right? She gripped the jewel, concentrating, and before her eyes the woman shrank, grew, flattened, plumped and toned. Her ass rose up, not getting smaller but gaining structure. Her waist pulled in, her calves rounded, her arms shrunk. Her clothes reformed around her at Ruth's will, the utilitarian cleaning outfit slowly shifting into a tiny blouse and even tinier skirt that showed off the smooth curves of her thighs. The skirt and the tiny upper-arm sleeves were surrounded in white lace and ruffles.

She turned around and Ruth gasped, her mouth dry, as she watched the woman's breasts tighten, lift and above all grow. They advanced rapidly through the cup sizes with a grumbling, groaning noise until the poor woman looked as though she was toting around a pair of bowling balls on her chest. Her tiny blouse had an entirely open décolletage that showed off what seemed to be every inch of her perfect, milky-white, swelling cleavage. Her lips were thick and plump with heavy red stick. A tiny black and lace hat perched on her raven-dark hair that was currently kept in a tight ponytail braid. One final command squeezed its way out while Ruth still gripped the jewel, and the woman's eyes went wide.

"Madame Schwarz! You are staring at my teets again!" Her regular American voice had disappeared, replaced with a thick French accent.

Ruth nearly choked. "O-oh, I'm, uh, I'm sorry-"

Her new French maid pouted. "Do not apologise – I am only upset because I was too late ‘ere this morning and you do not ‘ave ze time for me to tend to your erection!"

She turned back around and kept unpacking, her tiny skirt rising up to give Ruth an uninterrupted view of her entire ass, clad only in small black lace panties.

"I am still so thankful you ‘ave given me thees job. Eet was difficult finding work, especially work that was, er, ‘ow you say... compatible, with my condition."

"Condition?"

She blushed. "Madame Schwarz, you tease me. My semen addiction, of course."

She turned around, licking her lips. "I did not find a man last night. Eet will be a struggle, cleaning your room without a morning dose. Ze smell alone when I am like zis, eet is overpowering. I fear zis will be a long day. Eef you do not mind my nerve, will you be back by six o'clock?"

Ruth's head was spinning. In her addled lust, she'd accidentally turned her ordinary cleaning lady into some sort of bizarre parody French maid with... a cum addiction? Even worse, she liked it. She could feel stirrings in her cock just from watching the sexpot in front of her.

"Uh, yes. I should be back by six."

The girl clapped, her entire rack heaving with motion. "Tres bien! I will wait late for you and tend to your penis after I am done with ze cleaning!"

"Uh, yeah. Sure thing."

The maid turned back around, humming happily to herself as she gathered her things and proceeded into the bedroom. Ruth shook her head and made her way out the door, uncomfortably aware of the half-chub she was sporting.

Ruth's apartment complex had been replaced by a decent-sized detached house – one she reasoned now belonged entirely to her. Parked in the driveway, next to a small hatchback, was a shiny, bright red electric roadster – the sort she'd always imagined herself having. It was a fine day and college was close, so she elected to walk. It was an entirely new experience, walking with the swinging mass between her thighs. Fortunately, her leggings minimised the bouncing. Unfortunately, the pressure of her thick thighs on her outsized clit was entirely too titillating.

Fuck, maybe I should have risked being late and taken up, uh, whats-her-name on her offer. Fuck, I also need to learn her name.

Salvation came in the form of a posted notice on the door of her first class – her professor was ill and class was cancelled. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she had a couple of hours to sort herself out – or maybe even go back home. Before she could leave, though, her friend Alan caught her just down the corridor.

"Ruth! Did you hear that Henkley-"

"Cancelled, yeah. Listen, Alan, you will not believe what happened last night!"

She grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the corridor into a quiet area behind the building.

"Jeez Ruth, what's up?"

She took a deep breath, extracting the jewel from her pocket. "Alan. Last night, I found this jewel. I don't know how it works, or why, but I swear to god, it grants wishes."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm serious! I can make... well, anything happen!"

"Heh. What wishes could you possibly even have?"

Ruth's brow wrinkled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, like. Your life is perfect? What more could you really want to wish for? I guess your condition is kind of inconvenient sometimes, but you've always said you enjoy it."

"My... Alan, this is what I'm trying to tell you! I wished for this! All of this!"

"Ruth, come on, I've known you longer than that. You've been rich and beautiful the entire time I've known you."

"No, I- beautiful?"

Alan blushed, his eyes going hard. "Uh, y-yeah. Like, that's basically just objective, right? You're like the most beautiful girl on campus, or in the city. That's your thing."

Now it was Ruth's turn to blush, twirling a magenta lock around her hand. "That's so- wait, no. Off-topic. Alan, the jewel makes all my wishes completely true. Anything I wish for it's like it's always been that way!"

"So, if it works, I wouldn't know about it? That's convenient."

Ruth pursed her perfect lips, and then was struck by an idea. She gripped the jewel and concentrated on a change, her mouth curling into a smile.

"Okay, so, Alan, how long have you had a fourteen-inch cock?"

"All my li- wait, what the fuck?! How did- How do you know that?"

She tossed the jewel in the air and caught it again. "Because I just gave it to you. You've had it your entire life, but you've also only had it for fifteen seconds."

"No, you, but I..."

"How else would I have known about it?"

"Well, I- I probably told you at some point!"

She concentrated again, and grinned. "Would you also have told me you can't ever get hard?"

He went red-faced. "What the fuck?! I- I'm not..."

"Bit of a shame to be seven inches flaccid and not be able to get a boner, isn't it?"

"Seriously Ruth, what the hell is wrong with you?"

She waggled her eyebrows. "Just admit that this jewel has powers, and I'll give you your erections back. I'll give you a special bonus, too."

"Okay, fuck, Jesus, it has powers or whatever!"

Another moment of concentration, and Alan's erections were back to normal. She held out her hand with the jewel in her palm.

"Special bonus. Put your hand on mine and focus really hard on one change you want to make happen."

Alan stood quizzically for a moment, and then placed his hand over hers. His mouth pursed before his eyes glassed over, with the tell-tale sign that his mind had been pulled back to that strange dimension where the changes occurred.

He wasn't expecting it, though, not least of which because he hadn't formed an idea for a change, but his mind was assaulted by a sudden thought – imagine if Ruth's tits were even bigger?

When he came to, he looked down at Ruth's top. He choked down a gasp as he saw her already-sizeable chest slowly begin to swell before his eyes. Her cleavage crept up in her tank top, fat flesh starting to muffin over the cups of her bra and out the sides. She grunted, adjusting a strap and shaking them slightly, but they kept growing until they were easily around four sizes bigger than when they'd started.

Ruth took the jewel back from Alan's bugging eyes and placed it in her cleavage. "So, did it work? What did you change?"

"Uh, y-yeah, it totally worked!" Alan stuttered. "I, um, I made your hair longer. As a test."

"Nifty. See, it feels to me like my hair's been this long since last night." She yelped slightly as she shifted and her bra cut into her breasts. "Fuck, I must have put on the wrong bra or something this morning. I made my tits bigger last night, guess I'm still not used to it. I'm going to take the opportunity to go back home."

"Sounds reasonable. Is Marie there?"

"Who?"

"Your, uh. Maid? The one you keep talking about?"

"Oh. OH! Oh yes, sorry, I misheard you. Yeah, she's there today."

"Good, that should be fun for you. I'm probably just gonna go home, I don't have any other classes today."

The pair hung in the pause for a moment. "Would you... Like to come back with me?"

"Really?!"

"Uh, yeah, sure!" Ruth gripped the jewel again, modifying Alan a little bit. She grinned as she saw the bulge in his jeans inflate slightly. "Marie would love to meet you."

After the short walk back, Ruth and Alan stepped into the sumptuous living room. Marie was nowhere to be seen, but there were primal moans echoing out from Ruth's bedroom, the door hanging ajar.

Marie was sprawled face-first on Ruth's bed, ass in the air, her fingers working away rapidly at her snatch. She was rolling her face around in a puddle of spunk, her face smeared with cold, sticky cum. Ruth coughed, and Marie squealed, pulling up so quickly she tumbled off the bed and onto the floor. One massive breast had bounced free of her blouse, and she was smeared from head to waist in streaks of pearlescent white. Her face was beet-red.

"M-madame Schwarz! I deed not expect you back so soon! I- I was just..."

Ruth giggled. "It's fine, Marie. My class got cancelled and I need to change. I brought a friend, too!"

She squealed again, her hand flying to cover her errant nipple as she spotted Alan behind Ruth. "Sacre bleu! I- I am so sorry, Madame, I deed not know you were bringing company or I would have... I..."

"Shh, shh. Marie. Please relax. That's part of why I brought him. While I get changed, I would like you two to get acquainted. Don't worry, you're still on the cock- clock! On the clock. Have some fun, okay?"

She gave Alan a pat on the back. As she walked into the wardrobe, she heard Alan unzip behind her, and a reverential "mon dieu..." from Marie.

She shucked off her tank top and released the overstressed clasp on her bra with a yelp, her tits bouncing free with the force of their containment. She took a quick peek at the label and snorted. "F-cup? Why do I even have an F-cup bra?" She grabbed one from a drawer, nodding at the 32J label on the massive contraption. She'd always heard bigger girls had a hard time finding cute bras, but when you could afford to have everything custom made, obviously you got nicer gear. The tank top, at least, was intentionally small – no point in giving yourself babies like these if you weren't willing to show them off.

She could hear sloppy noises and moaning from behind her, so she quickly threw her top back on and went back out. Marie was on her knees in front of Alan. His pants were around his ankles, his enormous penis at full erection. The fourteen-inch column of flesh was so thick around that Marie's delicate hand could just barely circle it, and she slowly and reverentially pumped it like she was worshipping at an altar. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her mouth dropped open in a slack O before she leaned in to lap at a bead of precum building at his slit. Balls the size of apples sat at the base in a tight sack.

"A-are you sure you want to do this?"

Marie nodded, panting. "More zan you can possibly imagine, mon tour."

Ruth realised this was a perfect opportunity to learn more about the mechanics of Marie's condition – since she hadn't designed it completely, she was unaware of the specifics.

"Yes, Marie. You should tell him why."

She whined, eyes still locked on the impossibly huge, thick cock in her hand. "When I hit puberty, I developed zees... craving. I could not explain it, and nothing I did ‘elped it. Eet got worse and worse, became painful, I was beginning to lose my mind. One day, I was in my bruzzer's room, and in his wastebasket, zere was a discarded tissue."

She paused for a moment to suckle the tip, her plump lips gliding across the bloated head, the taste making her mewl. "I only noticed because ze smell, it was incredible. It was fresh and warm, and I tasted it, and mon dieu... I knew zis was what I needed."

She sucked the tip of Alan's dick into her mouth, her lips stretching around it, then back off with a pop as she resumed stroking. "Of course my bruzzer was not forthcoming with more, but after I begged ‘e was good enough to tell me what it was and where I could get it."

She giggled. "Eet was cum, of course. I do not know why but I am addicted to eet. I crave it constantly. Two, three times a day, I must ‘ave it. More if I can – I cannot get enough. Ze taste, ze smell, it is the greatest thing in the world."

She dragged his cock against her soft cheek, then drew her tongue slowly along the side. "Fortunately I also discovered I love ze cock, for more than just cum. I love everything about it. C'est magnifique."

Hearing Marie's story had left Ruth with a powerful erection straining at her leggings. She slipped them down, her cock now projecting out and tenting her skirt, and shuffled next to the panting, slutty maid.

She didn't need an invitation. Her other hand came up and started stroking Ruth's length. While shorter than Alan's, it was equally as thick, and Marie purred as she gave it a long, languorous lick.

"I cannot zank you enough, Madame. For everyzing."

Ruth moaned lightly, her eyes closing. "I think this is more than enough in return."

Their conversation ceased, leaving Marie kneeling between two huge cocks. She was almost too overtaken by her rapture for the pulsing shafts to do anything but just sit there with each hand wrapped around a penis, but her hunger spurred her on to stroking them in an alternating motion, taking the occasional moment to lean left or right and kiss, lick, or suck on either cock. She soon progressed into having one of them in her mouth at all times, pulling one out only to switch sides. Ruth groaned happily, looking across at Alan.

"This is the life, hey bud?"

He didn't reply – his face was locked in rapture as Marie took five inches of his shaft into her throat, slowly working her way down. Ruth bit her lip as she watched the scene, Marie's absurd tits bouncing pendulously.

Alan gasped, starting to shake, and Ruth even put aside focusing on her own pleasure to observe her creation. She'd been serious about how much Marie was going to like Alan – she'd equipped Alan with a wickedly amplified orgasm and coupled it with a hundred times the output of the average man.

A groan rose up practically from Alan's boots and his pole began to lurch as he started cumming straight into Marie's mouth. Her eyes bugged as her mouth filled with spunk and then rolled into the back of her head as the sudden rush of sensation sand-blasted her brain.

Ruth took over for herself as she watched her busty, cum-addled maid shake on the end of Alan's enormous cock, swallowing almost by reflex. Marie's hips were shaking in a sympathetic orgasm as the mere taste of cum brought her off, and kept going as Alan's cock continued shooting into her hungry mouth. By the time Alan's orgasm petered off, Marie was a twitching, drooling, fucked-out mess resting at the end of his shaft and Ruth was reaching her own peak.

She screamed as her powerful orgasm wound its claws around her brain and squeezed. Her hips bucked, her hand waving uselessly in midair as if to try and keep stimulating her cock without touching it, and with lurches that felt like they were trying to tear their way off her crotch, her cock started to shoot its load across Marie's face and the vast expanse of her tits.

Marie groaned, barely-conscious but spurred on by the smell of semen to turn her head and catch the slimy ropes in her mouth, raising her hands to her face to gather it up and suck it from her fingers. She fell back on her ass, shuddering and whining happily, exulting in being covered in the substance she craved so badly.

Ruth giggled. "Come now, Marie. Wakey-wakey."

Her eyelids fluttered, and she moaned involuntarily. "M-mon dieu... Incroyable... Je ne peux pas bouger..."

"Marie dear, I need to head back to class and I need a clean-off first?" Ruth pushed her still somewhat hard cock next to Marie's face, and the dazed girl started suckling on it, licking off the biggest globs of cum and polishing it clean, before Ruth returned it to her leggings and pushed her skirt back down.

"Remember I want this place clean by the time I get back. You can take a couple of breaks with Alan when you like, but give him some time to recover. Have fun!"

She nodded dozily. "O-oui, madame..."

Ruth sat in her next class, one hand idly twirling a strand of hair, the other playing with her jewel between her fingers. She most certainly wasn't paying attention to the lecture.

Why am I even here? Does this matter?

Strictly, yes, she did care about Mayan history, but she was a fabulously wealthy big-breasted sex goddess with a cum-addicted maid and a hugely-hung friend waiting at her house, and instead of spending the entire day fucking she was sitting here bored out of her skull listening to an ancient old man prattle on.

She spotted a skinny blond girl taking copious notes, her pen moving rapidly across the page. Her lip curled into a half-smile as she gripped the jewel and concentrated. The girl's breasts began to swell up under her cardigan, slowly advancing forward underneath her vision. She grunted and shifted back in the chair, leaning forward to crane her neck over the shelf of her tits to keep writing.

They soon became too large for her to lean over at all, a vast pair of round orbs bound up in a butter-yellow blouse, her white cardigan attached across them by one straining button. She sighed and shook her head, shifting around to sit sideways at the desk, one hand at the notepad, allowing her breasts the space to take up everything from chest to lap. Ruth had allowed her clothes just enough space to not rip, but her cardigan was one errant deep breath away from popping entirely.

Ruth stared at her for a moment, entranced by the slow rise and fall of the blonde's enormous mounds, and then turned back to the front of the lecture theatre.

I can be anything I want. This can be anything I want.

She turned her focus to the lecturer. This would be all much more interesting if he were more interesting. He was a tall, slim man with an aquiline nose, but as he spoke he slowly, gradually began to get shorter. Beneath his starched white button-down shirt his chest swelled, becoming what was unmistakeably a smallish pair of breasts. Even as his torso compressed, his waist shrunk, while his hips and rear started to grow out.

Ruth stifled a giggle as her ancient, hide-bound professor's long, thin face shrunk down, his cheeks rising up, his nose pulling back and up and his chin compressing. His sparse white hair was filling in and creeping down the sides of his head. As he spoke, his voice rose several octaves, until his high, light tone was borderline squeaky.

Ruth decided to leave him, or really her now, in her suit, and just pass it through a pervert filter. Her shirt stayed just big enough to contain her swelling breasts, but only just, meaning that the shirt bowed open between each set of overstressed buttons and did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of her outsized nipples against the fabric. Her pants crept up stocking-clad legs and split apart into a tiny pencil skirt that just barely covered the swell of her ass and left her thighs completely bare.

Her hair bunched itself up into long twintails, a mint green shade advancing out from her scalp, turning to a rose pink halfway down the length of the strands. A matching shade of thick eye shadow expanded out from eyes that were now ringed in a harsh eyeliner, along with a similar saturated mint green across her thickening lips.

She was no more than five feet tall now, and possessed an hourglass figure so harsh as to be unnatural, with her watermelon-sized breasts swooping down into a 20-inch waist that then flared out into the biggest, perkiest ass and widest hips Ruth had ever seen, following down to thick thighs and dainty feet that nestled in red heels. Her soft, round face had big innocent eyes, a button nose and thick, glistening lips.

Under the hood, she had a swollen pussy and clitoris with a ramped-up libido. Ruth had pulled back from a full-on cum addiction like Marie's, but she'd definitely focused on making her newly-pulchritudinous professor incredibly fond of cocks and their pearly bounty.

"So yes, while sex is absolutely about fulfilling a need, it can be so much more than that. Even just the shared awareness of that need is something that can truly help you reach another level in your play."

Her piping voice tittered on, Ruth's brow creasing. Why was she talking about sex? She dug into her bag and pulled out the syllabus, chuckling a little as she saw the title of the class.

Human Sexuality 201, Prof. Cotton Candy. Apparently in changing her professor into a hypersexual pastel slut had warped reality enough around her to change the class being delivered – and with further investigation, her entire major. She was now an enrolled student in her college's Sex and Sexuality program.

Now that's a reason to still be at college.

Prof. Candy closed down her projector. "And that's all for today, my darlings! Remember, you have your practical session tomorrow afternoon, and attendance and performance at the practical sessions is key to a good mark! Don't tire yourselves out before then!"

Students began to snap their books shut. The absurdly-busted blonde Ruth created earlier groaned, struggling to push herself out of the seat against the weight of breasts which came down to the tops of her thighs. Another student next to her gave her a hand to get standing, which she returned with a small, affectionate kiss. Prof. Candy clapped her hands together.

"Hey! Remember what I said! You'll want to be preparing for tomorrow! Hydrate, eat properly and don't tire yourselves out, or it won't be my fault when you can't last your whole session!"

The girl took some extra time to make her way down the steps to the exit from the theatre, stepping carefully and gently as not to send her tits bouncing. Ruth ducked out from behind her and stepped up to the lecture desk while Prof. Candy was gathering some documents together. She looked up and grinned.

"Ruth, my favourite student! I saw you zoning out a little there today."

Ruth went red. "Uh, s-sorry professor..."

She giggled. "When did you become all formal? It's Cotton, dear. Look, I know you're really beyond most of this, but please try to stay on planet Earth. You might pick up something new!"

Ruth nodded. "I'm really sorry Pr- Cotton. I was, uh, I was thinking about you..."

Her green lips curled up in a wicked little smile. "Oh, you flatterer. You know, normally I'd say you should be preparing for tomorrow instead of going for an extra credit session right now, but we both know that you're not going to be too worn-out for it, don't we?"

"Extra credit?"

Cotton winked as she pushed her arms together, making her bust rise up behind her shirt and put even more strain on the buttons.

"Oh, you want to play with the idea a little bit? Okay." She drew her arms back and threw one wrist to her forehead theatrically. "My word, failing-yet-beautiful student! How could you even suggest that your feminine wiles may convince me to alter your grade! Why, not even if you secretly had an enormous, beautiful cock would I sully my position in such a way!"

She clasped her hands together in front of her waist and batted her thick, dark eyelashes at Ruth. Ruth's mouth was dropping open slightly, but her eyes were riveted to Cotton's prodigious bust. Cotton let the moment hang in the air for a moment, before she sighed.

"Too subtle? Okay then."

She grabbed Ruth's shoulder, pulling her forward into a deep, sensual kiss. Her slick lips slid across Ruth's, her tongue forcing itself into her mouth and rolling around across Ruth's own. She grabbed one of Ruth's hands and pulled it up into her pillowy breast, while her hand snaked down to press into Ruth's crotch, feeling the thickening mass of her cock.

Ruth groaned, feeling herself growing hard, returning the kiss to her lascivious lecturer and palming the enormous breast being presented to her. The pair locked lips and made out for a minute before Cotton pulled back, panting.

"I need your dick again, Ruth. I can't stop thinking about it. About you. How is it fair that you can be such a sexy woman AND have a huge dick that cums like crazy on demand?"

She massaged her palm against it under Ruth's skirt, caressing the top of her scrotum through the leggings. She trailed a finger of her other hand down her chest, highlighting the bowing of her shirt over the swell of her chest.

"I want to put your fat dick between my tits until you baste my face in baby batter. I want you to coat me like a fucking cinnamon bun. Can you do that for me?"

Ruth's mouth went dry. The lust she'd programmed into Cotton was certainly working. Cotton shook her shoulders from side to side, her bust swinging gelatinously, the strain on her shirt practically audible.

Cotton led her by the hand to a nearby office, deadbolting the door behind her. Ruth had a moment to cast her eyes around the room's décor, particularly noting poorly-hidden straps, belts and the ends of sex toys, and then the incredibly poorly-hidden fourteen-inch dildo sitting on the desk in front of the keyboard. While she was distracted, though, Cotton came up from behind and shoved her into one of the office chairs, then began to unbutton her shirt.

Ruth gasped as Cotton's enormous breasts burst out of the tight fabric, fat nipples tracing patterns in the air before she knelt between Ruth's legs, looking up at her student and grinning widely. She pushed Ruth's skirt up, revealing her weighty package bound up at the top of her leggings. A delicate finger reached up to trace the line of her cock through the fabric, Cotton giving out a little squeaky "mmm" of approval.

Cotton reached up and gently guided the waist of Ruth's leggings over the bulge of her junk, which was already half-hard and swelling rapidly. With two fingers she peeled back the foreskin at the tip and rolled it down, giving a kiss to the swelling head.

"Ooh, you've cum already today, haven't you?"

Not feeling any need to lie, Ruth nodded before throwing her head back and moaning as Cotton's tiny fingers gripped her dick.

"I can't believe you can just keep cumming. Do you ever stop?"

Ruth shrugged lightly before her eyes bugged as Cotton lifted her breasts and dropped them in the girl's lap. Even Ruth's impressive size was swallowed completely by the vast swell of flesh her professor brought to bear. She squeezed them together from the sides, rolling them against each other before lifting them up to give Ruth a tug.

"Mmm, I can feel it throb between them. You really like tits, don't you?" She rolled them together again with a sharp intake of breath, her rump wiggling beneath her. "My tits really like dick, too."

Her nipples were the size of the copper top of a D cell battery, surrounded by vast, smooth, pink areolas. She pinched one, showing off the rubbery texture as she rolled it between her fingers, before pulling her breasts back and teasing the frenulum of Ruth's cock with the tip of the nipple. Ruth thumped the desk, her cock straining with the tease.

Cotton giggled. "You definitely act like a guy! All right, enough fucking around." She dropped her tits heavily in Ruth's lap again. She grabbed a tube of lube from her desk drawer, squirting it down between her boobs and then gathering them together to start tugging. "Let's get that yummy spunk out of you."

Hearing her professor talking about spunk, as well as making her cock throb, gave Ruth an idea. She wanted to be able to cum like Alan. More than him, in fact. She fished around down her shirt, her fingers brushing the jewel, and zoned out briefly as its transformative magic swept through her body.

I want to cum twice as hard as Alan.

She felt her balls tighten and swell underneath the smothering mound of tit-meat in her lap – she couldn't see it, but each one was the size of a billiard ball. Tingling and buzzing ran through her groin and up into the pit of her stomach, then faded. Cotton didn't break her stride, Ruth's shaft disappearing and reappearing from within the smooth, fluffy flesh of her tits.

Cotton giggled, transfixed by the sight of the tip of Ruth's dick each time it emerged from her slimy cleavage. She began ducking her head down to kiss the tip, coupling a long, slow drag of her breasts with suckling on the head before going back to her rhythm again, looking up at Ruth and smiling.

Ruth couldn't comprehend how Cotton's chest managed to be both so firm and so soft at the same time. How the texture of her skin combined with the slick lubricant somehow managed to tug at the skin of her cock and drag it up the hot, hard core while also gliding slickly across. She stopped tugging and started to push them back and forth against each other to gently roll Ruth's dick between them, and then went back to tugging but in a more circular motion – each time hitting new and exciting parts of her shaft.

"Y-you're so fucking good at this..." she moaned. Cotton waggled her eyebrows with a smile.

"How do you think I got this job in the first place?" A long, slow stroke of her boobs up Ruth's length. "I'm an expert in making dicks feel good."

She was close. She could feel the sensations building up, particularly at the base of her dick. Of course, on the crest of a huge, much-anticipated orgasm, the consequences of her previous transformation were titillating but not entirely clear. The average man ejaculates roughly a teaspoon. Alan, with an output a hundred times that, now came nearly seventeen ounces with each soul-draining orgasm. She had demanded twice as much as that.

Ruth had no idea what was in store for her.

Her eyes went wide as the sensation surged to the point where she knew she'd tipped over the edge. She felt her balls shudder, and underneath the mass of soft breast she was sure she heard them gurgle. Cotton moaned, still tugging her breasts.

"That's it, yes, yes! Give me every single ounce of your cum, you fucking spunk machine!"

Ruth's hand thumped on the desk as her breathing became shallow, her body gasping for air like she'd just run a sprint. She started to whine as the gurgling in her balls became even louder, her abdominal muscles flexing and crunching.

"O-oh God, i-it's... it's-"

Cum exploded from the end of her dick. There was no other word for it. The thick, pearlescent fluid sprayed out under tremendous pressure, reaching nearly to the ceiling before falling back down across the pair as Ruth screamed. Cotton gasped with wide eyes watching the display between her massive tits, her hands having stopped to allow Ruth to just shoot and shriek.

As her second blast built up, Cotton pulled back a little, grabbing Ruth's cock and pointing it in her direction. She moaned openly as the torrent of cum caught her across the face and cleavage, a hand ducking down up her skirt to grind against the swollen mound of her clit.

Ruth's mind had gone blank. Every spare cycle of her brain's processing power was being smothered with the flood of sensation running through her. All she could do was scream and sob as her huge dick shot off over and over, squirting seemingly-endless torrents of cum everywhere.

Her professor fell into her own sympathetic orgasm, dropping forward against Ruth's twitching pole as her pussy clamped and fluttered. She was basted from forehead to nipple in a thick coating of spooge, grunting and whining as the pleasure wound its way through her body and Ruth's cumshots finally subsided.

Cotton recovered first, sitting back up on her knees, panting, running her fingers through the coating across her face. Ruth was still nearly comatose, her blank eyes staring at the ceiling as her dick kept lurching, belching out its last few globs of cum. Cotton took the time during the silent afterglow to start cleaning herself of sticky fluid, scraping it up with her fingers and licking it off them like a sweet treat.

"Mmmph. Mmm. You are an absolute treasure. You're a freak of nature in the most wonderful way possible."

Ruth sat, still dozing, until she yelped as Cotton leaned forward and started licking her shrinking cock, cleaning it of the remaining cum, before moving down to polish Ruth's giant balls with her tongue. Ruth came to as Cotton was standing back up, looking down at herself and around her office which was now covered in puddles of spunk, shaking her head.

"I can't believe I brought you in here. This is going to be an absolute bitch to clean up! I swear, you shoot off like a firehose."

Ruth's brain was still muddy, but she realised that Cotton probably wouldn't have brought her in here before she modified herself. As it was now, her professor was just incredibly confused at her own judgement as she sat back down at her desk.

"Oh well. We might head to the staff bathroom next time, though."

Ruth gently returned her package inside her leggings, making light breathy noises at the sensitive tingles. Her eyes were still locked onto the jostling bust of her instructor, barely-contained in her damp, cum-smeared shirt, biting her lip lightly. Cotton followed her eyes, then raised her eyebrows.

"Really? I mean, I'm not mad, but really?"

Ruth blushed. "I can't help it, sorry."

Cotton took a deep breath, her buttons almost audibly straining, and wiggled in her office chair.

"I'd love to help you out again, but I have so much work to do – and I have to organise getting this office cleaned. So you're going to have to get out or I'm not going to be able to think about anything but that dick."

Ruth scurried out, averting her eyes from her professor. She could feel the tingling in her loins that suggested her new cock was already beginning to head back to erection. Her nipples were standing firm against her top, as well. She turned into a quiet corner, putting her arm against the wall to lean against it, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the sensations.

What have I done to myself? I've lost control of my body and I can't stop thinking about sex!

Part of the problem, she realised, was her amplified orgasms – not the ones she'd given herself earlier, but the ones she'd woken up with that seemed to grip her by the brainstem and squeeze until there was nothing left.

She reached into her cleavage for the jewel. She enjoyed the amount she came, but she could really deal with it being slightly less psychologically crippling. She concentrated and willed her orgasms to be a little less pleasurable.

She waited for a moment, but nothing came. No sensation of her awareness pulling out of her body. Just a slight headache. Her brow wrinkled, and she tried again.

Her heart skipped a beat. Had the jewel lost its power? She concentrated on something else – a little boost to her bust, just for a test. Her breathing slowed again as she felt the comforting sensation of the jewel's magic working, and a nice cup size boost to her breasts that slowly swelled into her peripheral vision. Another command and they shrunk back to their previous size. However, when she again tried to will away the overwhelming pleasure of her climax, nothing happened.

She decided to try to work out what was going on later, and in the meantime she reduced her orgasm volume to merely the same as Alan's, hoping that it would remove some of the pressure on her psyche. She slumped back against the wall in relief, but soon realised that thinking about breasts and cumming had left her even hornier than when she started. Her cock was starting to strain against her leggings under her skirt, growing damp with precum at the tip.

"Excuse me miss, are you okay?"

Ruth gasped as the questioning voice rolled over her, starting her out of her reverie. It belonged to a slim man with coppery skin and dark hair, around her age, who seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare. Her eyes roamed up and down his body, taking stock of his lean muscles and his strong jaw.

"Oh, I'm definitely okay now."

An idea surged into the front of her mind. She wanted a cock. Not her own – she wanted to feel speared on the end of a thick, pulsing slab of man meat. A big one, an impossibly huge one. Years of big-dick hentai were welling up in the back of her head, and she could indulge in every single one of her lurid fantasies.

She bit her lip, staring down at his jeans, watching the denim shift around a growing bulge. His cock inflated before her eyes, coupled with an equally rapid growth in his balls until a pair of cantaloupe-sized testicles and a flaccid log a full foot long and half again as thick as his wrist filled up any remaining space in the crotch of his jeans.

Ruth's mouth dropped open at the sight. It was beautiful, and it was going to be all hers. Her own penis throbbed with need, and she realised that though her quarry seemed to be reacting well to the sight of her body, her other equipment might have been more upsetting. It was only a moment's concentration to make sure that, whatever else, he had a fetish for dickgirls.

His eyes followed hers, and a red blush rose up from under his tan skin, combined with a slightly pained expression. He fruitlessly adjusted himself, but there was literally nowhere for his junk to go.

"Uh, I'm s-sorry miss, it's not what you think-"

She was already on her knees in front of him, tracing the bulge with her hand. "I think it's exactly what I think, stud." She looked around, then shrugged and concentrated on the jewel in her hand again. A door appeared on the wall beside her, leading into the building that she now owned, and had a nice, quiet meeting room that opened out to the back alley.

"Inside with me, now."

He went pale. "Miss, I don't think you want that-"

"Don't tell me what I want. Inside, now." The last word came out as a growl, and he sheepishly wandered through the door, his stride clearly impeded by the bulk sitting between his legs. The room inside was sparsely decorated in white, black and glass, and its most notable feature was a large, plush futon couch.

She shoved him down onto the couch, pushing a lever with her feet that flattened the couch out. She sat on her knees between his legs, looking down at him over the massive shelf of her jostling breasts. From this angle, there was absolutely no hiding her own erotic bulge between her legs. She saw his eyes rivet to it, his breathing starting to quicken, and smiled.

"You like that, don't you? Don't worry though, I'm not bigger than you."

His reverie was replaced with panic. "Yes! I'm- I'm too big, you won't be able to-"

She leaned forward, putting a finger on his lips. "Stop. I told you, I will tell you what I can and can't do." She pressed her breasts against his chest and dragged them down his body, feeling the hot mass of his gigantic genitals against her abdomen. The jewel was still in her hand, and with a hungry grin, she concentrated on a new change.

She felt tingling and gurgling deep in her gut and a strange loose numbness in her pussy, nestled behind her heavy sack. It got worse for a moment, making her feel loose and empty, before it faded away. She dropped the jewel at the corner of the futon and looked her lover in the eyes, pulling her strained top up and over her breasts. They took some time to jostle to a stop, creamy flesh surging against the cups.

She felt a sensation she'd never felt before, even in her bizarre, transformed day – she felt sexy. She could see the lust in the man's eyes as he looked up at her, her fabulous multi-coloured hair, her shelf of breast flesh, her curvaceous body and thick legs, the rigid treasure between her thighs. He wanted her, every inch of her – and he was going to get it.

"Well, now I've lost something, so it's your turn. And I think it should be these nasty, confining pants."

His eyes were wide as she began to unbutton his fly. "B-but, you can see what I... You can tell what's wrong with me! Why are you-"

"Because I want it, sweetie. And I can take it. Every inch of what you've got. I'm... special, can't you tell?"

He paused, still breathing hard as his panic refused to ebb, but didn't stop her as she leaned down and unbuttoned his jeans. She couldn't help but smile at the difficulty she had in pulling them down, particularly how far she had to go to reveal the entire length of his cock.

"You need to invest in some roomier bottoms, honey." She whipped them down to past his knees, and stifled a giggle at the pair of briefs that were stretched to absurdity around the mass of his junk. He went red.

"D-did you just pull me in here to laugh at my... my problem?"

She pouted at him. "Aw, baby, no, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it better." She lifted his cock by the tip, grunting at the unexpected weight of the spongy flesh, and kissed the puckered foreskin before slowly using both hands to peel it away and reveal his gigantic glans.

Licking her lips, she started to lap at it, suck at it and run her tongue and fingers around underneath the ridge. Her lover's breathing caught and started to rattle as his head fell back. She giggled again, using both hands to gently tug the skin up and down his still-soft shaft.

"Still want me to stop?"

He groaned. "K-keep going, please... Nobody's ever... Never done this before..."

"That's because you're just too much man for an ordinary woman, stud." Ruth dropped one hand down to press into his oversized nuts, fondling the boiling hot orbs in his clinging sack. "I'm not an ordinary woman, though, in case you couldn't tell. As soon as you get hard for me I'm going to stick every inch of this beautiful dick inside me."

She let go of his shaft and slid up his body, her hands roaming across his chest before she settled with her breasts level with his face, swinging her legs over him to straddle his cock and squeeze it between her thighs. Her sack bumped against his cock and her own dripping dick rubbed against his stomach. She wiggled her ass, grinding his cock between her legs and rubbing her balls against it, and unclasped her bra to offer him one of her breasts.

"Go on, enjoy me. Do whatever you want until you get hard for me, okay?"

Wide eyed, he stared at her for a moment, then grabbed her breast and darted his lips down to it, suckling her thick nipple into his mouth and making her squeal in delight. As he suckled her and her lush body writhed on top of him, she felt his meat slowly starting to inflate, twitching and throbbing as it gradually filled up in a torturously delayed erection.

She made sure to keep grinding it, to keep the slab of her dickgirl cock pressed against him, pushing right into the depths of the fetish she'd installed in him. One of his hands slid down to grope her ass, and between that, his lips on her breasts and the delightful friction of her cock grinding against his lean, muscled body, she couldn't resist any more and started to cum.

She shrieked, body seizing up and mind going blank as her amplified orgasm took hold of every part of her. Despite having dialled back the absurd volume of her ejaculation it was still far beyond reason, and gouts of cum sprayed up between their bodies barely even obstructed by her tights. He looked shocked for a moment, but soon joined in moaning against her as she writhed and sprayed cum across him, his cock still slowly inflating.

Multiple high-pressure ejaculations later, more than a pint of spunk smearing between their bodies, Ruth collapsed against the man, gasping and panting and trying to regain her senses. As her brain filtered back in, she realised there was a thick, hot mass pulsing between her legs, bumping up against the lower curve of her plush ass. She purred, the awareness percolating up through her muddy mind, and reached down to tear her pantyhose apart.

"Mmph. You liked that?" He couldn't even reply, just staring in shock as she struggled up to propping herself on her arms, and then tentatively slid up his body, biting her lip as she felt his gigantic, erect cock pushing up against her all the way up until the tip slipped in and nestled in the warm pocket formed by her balls and her leaking vagina. His thick pre mixed with her juices and slid between their thighs. Her cock twitched and throbbed as it started to rally back from the sensations.

She took a deep breath, and pushed back against him. A feeling of immense pressure flowed out from her pussy deep into her abdomen, her pushing fruitless for a few moments, and then suddenly the fat head slipped inside her almost in an instant.

She screamed. It was like someone had lubed up a grapefruit and pushed it inside her. While it fit thanks to her modifications, she was utterly unprepared for precisely how much it would stretch her apart. She had to wait for a moment, arms trembling and breath rattling, to gather together the nerve to keep going. Her lover stared at her with wide eyes.

"A-are you-" she put a finger to his lips, taking deep breaths. "Sssh." She rocked for some leverage and then slid back again, mouth going slack as his cock penetrated deeper inside her, five inches across of solid flesh spreading her transformed pussy apart. She had no reference for how it felt compared to normal sex but the feeling of congestion inside her was nearly complete – she couldn't imagine how it could feel to be any fuller than this, and yet as she kept sliding her ass back down, consuming more of his gigantic shaft between her legs, the feeling multiplied by the second. She kept rocking back and forth, pushing a little more of him inside her each time, stuck in an almost transcendental experience where parts of her body that until now she didn't know existed were being spread apart.

About halfway down she stopped, gasping and panting, one hand trailing down past her pendulous breasts to her stomach where she could actually see the outline of his penis against her stomach. She didn't want to even guess what had happened to her to let this happen, but she didn't care. She kept working away at the thick length, mind going blank as she packed more and more of it inside her.

It was when she pushed herself all the way down to the base, her body visibly distended by two feet of cock, that the sensation finally became too much to bear. She lost control, an orgasm sweeping through her overstuffed body, her own cock shooting off hard, spraying all over her lover and the bed and floor behind them as she writhed in place, impaled on his dick.

The sight was too much for him, and sensation began to flood through him as well. He'd spent his entire life taking care of his own needs, and the feeling of fucking someone (or being fucked, given Ruth's forcefulness) was drawing out a building orgasm the likes of which he'd never encountered before. It gripped his whole body, sensation thudding up his spine as he felt his abs crunch in preparation for his ejaculation.

He moaned, deeply and loudly, his fingers clutching at the cover of the futon, and felt his entire dick lurch before his overworked muscles propelled his first load of cum straight up and out. By any normal standards it was an impossibly massive orgasm, although compared to Alan and Ruth it was relatively pedestrian. Ruth felt it flood into her, redoubling her own pleasure and forcing another huge blast of cum from her cock as she felt his monolith of a dick bucking and lurching inside her. She could barely keep her balance, shaking back and forth, but she was held upright by his cock.

Eventually gravity got the better of the pair and Ruth collapsed forward into the thick pile of spunk that coated most of the upper body of her stunned, almost comatose lover. She moaned in her dopey afterglow at the slimy sensation of it against her face and breasts, working up the nerve to try and extract herself from the fantasy cock she'd created.

As it happened, even with his penis rapidly shrinking away, pulling herself off it was a sexual effort in itself between the sensations of it inside her and the feeling of writhing on top of his cum-covered body to extract herself. By the time it was out and she was able to flop over next to him, she was feeling herself growing erect again. She was also feeling bow-legged, the withdrawal of the gigantic intruder from between her legs leaving her bizarrely empty. She leaned over and gave her paramour a kiss on the cheek.

"I have to get moving, darling. Stay here as long as you like. Don't be a stranger, okay?" She stood up on wobbling legs, locating the jewel and willing away the mess covering her, as well as repairing her ruined clothes and, as a final thought, manifesting a slip of paper with her phone number on it. She had a moment of uncertainty as she decided whether or not to return him to normal, but elected to leave him.