Warped Reality (Part 2)

Short of anything else to do, Ruth decided to wander back home. While she wasn't anticipating Marie having gotten much work done, the house was in exactly the same state in which she'd left it. Moans and creaking issued out from her bedroom. She sighed, and considered for a moment whether or not she'd maybe made it a little too difficult for her maid to function. An image of Marie flowed into her mind, eyes hooded, chest heaving, begging her for a load of cum, and she dismissed that idea. Her dick twitched. It had grown soft on the way home, but just the thought of her spunk-addicted cleaner was enough to make it start tingling again.

In the bedroom, Alan was lying on her bed, while Marie knelt between his legs, her breasts wrapped around his cock and mouth suckling over the tip. The bedroom was a little bit cleaner, but it was clear that Marie had spent most of the day either extracting cum from Alan or waiting for him to recover enough to extract more cum from him. Piles of plates and massive empty jugs covered nearby flat surfaces, indicating Marie had been feeding and hydrating him. Ruth coughed, and Marie practically jumped, squeaking into Alan's dick, before spinning around and wiping her mouth.

"Madame Schwartz! You are back!"

Her mouth curled into a smile. "My classes are done today. Been having fun?"

Marie blushed. "I am sorree, I ‘ave not been as diligent at cleaning as I should be. It is just, your friend, ‘e is-"

"A nearly endless font of cum?"

She blushed again. Ruth gave her a pat atop her dark hair. "It's okay sweetheart, I know what you're like. I'm glad you're getting along with Alan. Just try and get some cleaning done today, okay? I'm going to have a shower."

She headed into her bathroom as Marie started back up, Alan groaning as she picked her breasts back up and started to slide them against his pole. Ruth looked over her enormous bathroom, decided she had the time to be a little more luxurious, and began running a bath.

Two kinds of expensive bubble bath later, Ruth slid her naked body down into the hot bubbly water, languidly reaching a hand over to activate the spa controls and then leaning back to let the jets wash over her, closing her eyes and sighing deeply. Sure, she did seem to have accidentally turned her life into some sort of endless bizarre sexual escapade, but on the other hand, she couldn't remember ever having been happier.

She heard the unmistakeable high-pitched squeal of Marie cumming from further inside the house and bit her lip, the sound conjuring up images that made her dick start rising up to greet her. She thought back to her hyper-sized lover from earlier. What would that have felt like?

She reached out for the jewel, perched on the side of the bath, wrapping her hand around it and summoning up a crazy new image. He'd been big, but she wanted to be bigger. Impossibly massive. Warmth flooded through her body, pooling down in her abdomen and flowing up into her cock. She saw it throb and rise to full erection almost instantly, her breath catching as her eyes fixed to it.

As soon as it hit its normal length, it suddenly felt tight, straining against itself, throbbing hard with nowhere else left to go. Ruth let out a soggy moan as it lurched and kept expanding, the skin stretching like a balloon as it grew longer and thicker by the second. Her fingers gripped the base but were inexorably spread apart as the shaft expanded. Between her legs she felt her balls each grow painfully tight as they began to fill from inside as well.

Her dick lurched and strained as it grew, not filling continuously, but bucking with erection as waves of growth flooded in and out of it, like it was taking a breath between each expansion. It was rapidly moving past two feet long, each pulse of growth adding entire inches, her balls bloating up between her thighs in sympathy. Ruth's breathing caught with rattling gasps, each pulse of growth making her moan. Three feet in it showed no signs of slowing.

Soon it started to droop down, leaning at an angle to Ruth's body as her muscles struggled to cope with its immense weight. Each pulse now jerked her hips up from sheer momentum, her cock beyond anything resembling reason or reality. She grinned and drooled as she stared at it, feeling it weigh down on her entire body.

The impossibly thick shaft was traced with bulging veins and a massive cylindrical bulge along the underside. Her glans was, if anything, a little undersized for the width of the shaft, although still a fair bit larger than her head. Glistening globs of precum rolled from its gigantic slit, sliding down the entire length of her enormous dick and pooling on the side of the bath and spreading into the frothing bubbles on the surface.

When the feeling of growth subsided, Ruth looked up in awe at her titanic dong. It had topped out at literally six feet long. It was a foot wide at its widest, about two-thirds of the way up, tapering to an undersized but clearly plump and swollen glans, and the other way shrank back down to a mere nine or ten inches, her hips having widened solely to make way for it to anchor itself into her entire pubic mound. It curved upwards, the frenulum bowstring-tight, throbbing massively every couple of seconds. Beneath it, Ruth's thighs were spread apart by a pair of testicles each roughly the size and shape of a large watermelon, bobbing against each other in a gigantic, overstretched scrotum.

It lurched again and she felt her muscles twang with the strain. Her cock was bigger and heavier than she was. Every inch of it pulsed with raw sexual vitality, a glorious, primal monstrosity. She reached forward with her empty hand to rest her palm against the shaft, feeling the hot, fleshy pulse, feeling her fingers sink into the skin. It shuddered, making her whole body shudder, sensation bolting through nerves multiplied a thousandfold. She gripped the jewel in her right hand and willed herself more room in the bath, expanding the tub around her until she could float backwards and flip forward, tucking her bobbling sack between her thighs and letting it drift behind her as she came to rest against the giant shaft.

She grunted and gurgled as her breasts dragged against it, each square inch of her flesh putting out the sensation she'd previously felt from her entire cock. Her mouth went slack, her eyes rolling back in her head as she humped her curvy body against the giant dick sprouting from between her legs. She wrapped her arms around it to tug, the thick skin sliding heavily up the rigid core and carpet-bombing her brain with pleasure with every inch.

The reshaped spa bath had responded to her subconscious desires and was perfectly shaped to jet hot, foamy water all along the length of the shaft, a few other jets teasing her balls and her neglected pussy from behind. It was a giant masturbation toy custom-built for her freakish body – like this was just life for her. The bubbles and bath gel tingled up every inch of her cock, building her uncontrollably forward to a titanic orgasm.

"Oh, oh God I'm g-going to-gggh, ggha fuck fuck FUCK-"

Her balls tightened up so hard she felt an ache lance through them. She felt her entire body contract, as though her every muscle was being used as leverage for what was happening. Her arms went limp, slapping helplessly against herself as the shaft strained and pulsed. She felt her stomach churn as boiling heat started working up from her groin into her cock, pressure moving up the shaft by the second.

The lower half of her body gurgled, audible even over the sound of the tub, her desperate demands of her own dick melting into a series of moans and gurgles as every ounce of strength and stray thought in her brain was devoted solely to the task of preparing for a titanic orgasm.

Gallons upon gallons of spunk burst out from her slit as her moans turned into an outright scream that echoed from the bathroom tiles. The load arced up over the edge of the tub and carried its way across to the end of the room – the only possible analogy was someone throwing a large bucket of pearl-coloured paint at the wall, from where it splashed and dripped down into a thick puddle on the floor.

Her brain went white. Nothing existed in her world aside from the sensation of shooting off, the burning pleasure that lanced from the gigantic webbed frenulum of her cock down the underside and into her groin, straining every muscle, drawing on reserves of energy she didn't know she had to pull ludicrous amounts of cum from god-knows-where and propel it as hard as she possibly could up the entire six-foot length.

Her body seized up again, cock lurching hard enough to splash the water in the tub, and another jumbo-sized load of spooge burst out with a deep gloosh sound. She came and came and came, flailing and screaming uselessly with tears streaming from her eyes and drool oozing from her mouth, a helpless addition hanging from the base of her supernatural cock. The jets kept stimulating her, making each shot as powerful as possible.

It was half a minute of exquisite torture, her pleasure centres sandblasted with each tremendous burst of cum from her cock, feeding a growing puddle that spread out across the floor, before the spasms finally began to level off into twitches as the last few dozen gallons of her orgasm oozed gently from her overworked slit. She gasped and whined as the jets kept working away at her, before she summoned the strength of mind to hit a conveniently-placed shutoff and collapse back against the heaving weight of her penis.

She couldn't move. She could barely think. All she had the capacity to do was float in the cooling spa water and feel her dick slowly shrinking underneath her body. It was halfway to flaccid by the time she could roll over and start pulling herself out of the tub with shaking arms, stepping out onto legs which could still barely support her. Her feet sank half an inch down into a thick puddle of spunk that covered the entire floor. Her dick followed soon after, the fat, spongy head slapping down in front of her toes, draping between her gigantic balls. She surveyed her surroundings with a heaving chest.

"What the fuck?!"

The puddle sucked at her feet as she picked her way across the ruined bathroom to a bathrobe on the opposite wall, grabbing her phone from the counter and slipping it and the jewel into a pocket. Her balls bounced off her thighs. She was even dirtier than when she'd started her bath – sweaty and sticky all over. She looked over the bathroom, mind still buzzing, before slapping herself on the forehead with a groan.

Many people are not aware, but if something is made longer, then its volume increases by the cube – that is, the increase by the increase by the increase. In making her dick twelve times longer than the average man's, she'd actually made it, and her orgasm, 1,728 times bigger – on top of the 100 times harder she came than a normal man.

"Fuck. I need to stop layering changes on top of each other."

She decided to cheat and clean herself off with the jewel - she was sick of feeling filthy. She picked her way back out of the bathroom, noting that it had steps leading up to the door out, which served the purpose of keeping everything contained in the room. She twitched as the head of her cock dragged against the hall carpet, shuffling to minimise the motion of her testicles. Marie was standing outside with an expectant smile, but Ruth noticed her skimpy maid's uniform was now completely made of latex or rubber. Behind her stood three other girls in similar outfits, but with large rubber gloves, boots and cleaning equipment. Ruth initially jumped and went to try to cover her cock, but realised that the girls didn't seem upset at all, and that this was just a new normal the jewel had created.

Marie clicked her fingers and the three girls behind her pushed past and down the steps into the bathroom. "The girls will ‘ave your bathroom cleaned shortly, Madame Schwartz!"

Ruth went red. "Oh, um. Th-thanks."

"I do ‘ave a request for you, Madame."

Ruth nodded. Marie's eye's darted to the entrance to the bathroom, where the shallow sea of cum was just visible. They narrowed and she leaned in, her breasts jostling in their latex prison, to whisper in Ruth's ear. "I want to be ‘zere next time. Please?"

Ruth groaned as the combination of the sight of Marie's lush body and her sultry, husky whisper sent a tingle through the length of her dick. "Fuuuck. Marie, if you keep doing that next time won't be too far away."

Her face dropped into an O of mock surprise, eyes big and plush lips glistening. "Alors! I would not want zat! I must be careful and make sure my ‘uge, ‘eaving breasts and creamy legs do not accidentally arouse your beautiful giant penis!"

She bent forward even more, showing off the entirety of her cleavage, tracing an immaculate nail down Ruth's spongy dick until reaching the thick pucker of foreskin at the end, curling her hand underneath it and lifting it back up, smiling at Ruth.

"I do not see why eet is necessary for you to attend ze classes, when you could instead stay at home all day and cover me from ‘ead to toe in delicious spunk."

Starting to wonder that myself. She gasped as Marie pushed her face at the end of her cock, tongue snaking out to probe the thick flesh, hands gripping behind it as the latex-clad hottie made out with her dick. Sensation shot down her spine, flooding through every inch of her dick, as Marie carefully peeled away the skin to reveal the glistening tip before shoving her tongue directly into the slit. Ruth gasped, thumping the wall beside her as her maid frenched the end of her dick, delicate hands caressing behind it like a lover's head. Marie pulled the spongy shaft against her oversexed body, draping it across her cleavage, moaning as she felt it slowly expand under her touch.

"Madame, please," she gasped, licking her lips in an attempt not to drool, "I need you. Please let me be with you."

How could Ruth resist that? The pair shuffled through a nearby door into a sparsely-decorated room that held little other than a large, thick rubber mat set into a vinyl floor. Several drains were dotted into recesses around the floor. Marie's eyes were locked onto the end of Ruth's dick as she unzipped behind her and began to peel down the front of her latex uniform. She stepped towards Ruth, cradling her bowling-ball sized breasts in each hand, bobbling them up and down in front of her employer's vision.

"You ‘ave a choice, madame. If you want, you can amuse yourself with my breasts, or I can pleasure your enormous, beautiful testicles. Whatever you zink will ‘elp you to become erect."

Ruth gave it some thought. Marie's huge breasts were definitely appealing, but the idea of having the plump-lipped cum-hungry slut servicing her balls was new and exciting. She nodded her head downwards, and Marie licked her lips.

"Mmm. You will not regret zis choice, madame."

Marie knelt down, snaking her head behind the thick semi-flaccid log of Ruth's cock, her hands coming up to gently caress the gigantic, deliciously warm masses hanging between Ruth's legs. She started to plant sucking kisses against Ruth's scrotum, pushing her face against them hard enough to be noticed but gently enough not to hurt them. She wrapped her arms behind them and hugged them close, pressing them into her breasts, slurping her tongue up and down the skin.

Ruth's legs buckled and she fell down onto the rubber, followed closely by Marie holding on to her balls, still licking and sucking against them.

"Mmm slurp I can feel you getting hard Madame suck-" one of her dainty hands caressing up and down part of the underside of Ruth's shaft, "I will do anyzing you ask."

Ruth's head was spinning as her body performed whatever bizarre chemistry it needed to support an erection larger than her body. Her cock was fattening by the moment, so large that the usual process of pulsing to erection noticeably made her cock buck and lurch, growing like a water balloon on the end of a faucet. Marie observed it out of the corner of her eye, grinning lasciviously, moving her mouth away from Ruth's sack to the base of her cock, starting to plant kisses up its length instead.

Marie pulled back for a moment as the hyper-sized organ kept spasmodically inflating to full erection, rolling the rest of her outfit down and casting it away, leaving only her perfect, milky-white nude body. Her breasts were capped with thick, bright-pink nipples and areolas, her stomach was flat and trim, her thick thighs met with a tiny, groomed patch of black hair. She laid on the mat alongside Ruth's cock, still kissing and sucking it, pushing her tits against it, rubbing it against the cleft of her thighs.

"M-madame... May I ask somezing of you?"

Ruth groaned, nodding. Marie blushed. "May I... Lay underneath it?"

Ruth's brow wrinkled, and Marie, grunting slightly, lifted the shaft a little bit and wriggled herself underneath it, letting it go and groaning lustily as it pressed down against her. "Oh- oh! My word, eet is like being underneath a big, strong lover! O-oh, oh, it, mmm..."

She writhed underneath it, moaning, getting off on simply the sheer pleasure of being pressed down by a cock of that size. She wrapped her arms and legs around it, pulling it against her, slathering her tongue, stroking her breasts against it, humping her juicing pussy, giving it a full-body stroke. Ruth had long given up attempting to maintain any control of the situation, especially since her cock was too big to lift or move, and just sat back and let Marie work away at it. Marie, shuddering in pleasure, slid herself out from underneath the now-rigid shaft, rolling over on top of it.

She stared straight into Ruth's eyes, biting her lip as she started to slide her crotch back and forward, humping against the top of the giant dick.

"Madame... Let me stop and get ze lube..."

Marie padded over the wall, bouncing and jiggling, holding her breasts together with one arm. She pulled down a panel, revealing an array of large bottles. She pulled one out, turning around and smiling at Ruth as she uncapped the top. She began moving back towards Ruth as she tipped the bottle upside down, letting the clear lube start to drip down across her chest.

She shivered and giggled, letting it continue to drip as she threw a leg over Ruth's cock, sliding up to be body to body with her. "I need your ‘elp, Madame. Could you please make sure ze lube is spread all over my body?"

Ruth swallowed, and immediately thrust her hands out, massaging the cold goop into Marie's pneumatic tits. Marie moaned, shuddering for a moment, her hands spasming before returning to smearing the lube across her stomach. Ruth darted forward, thrusting her tongue down Marie's mouth, savagely kissing her as she spread more of the lube across her lover's body.

Marie broke off the kiss, revealing that she now glistened from neck to knees. Planting a final, short kiss on Ruth's lips, she turned around and laid back down across Ruth's dick.

Her plush curves began to glide deliciously along the rigid flesh, throwing up tingles of pleasure, especially where her thick nipples made their own trails in the lube transferring off onto the shaft. She reached up further along the shaft, grabbing and pulling herself along before pushing back, sliding her body back and forth in a curvaceous full-body wank. With every backstroke her ass rose in the air, pussy glistening with lube and juices.

She alternated between two positions – sitting on it and humping, and laying across it and stroking, building up both her own and Ruth's pleasure. She stretched out and grabbed the glans, pushing her face against it, lapping at the streams of precum rolling from the tip, pushing her tongue down the slit like she was making out with it.

Between the slick feeling of Marie's pussy, the pressure of her silky thighs and the caress of her tongue, Ruth finally, astoundingly, felt the stirrings of orgasm rising up from her groin and flooding through her enormous shaft.

"M-Marie, I'm... I'm going to..."

Marie moaned, writhing her body, so slick with lube and precum that she could barely keep a grip on the giant cock. She felt the whole thing throb underneath her, and then felt the stirring of the hunger deep in her belly that had been her constant companion since she came into womanhood.

Before she'd met Ruth, she'd muddled her way along on ordinary men, and it was never enough. She simply couldn't manage to keep on top of the three loads she needed to gulp down, every single day, without pause. There was no holiday from her addiction, no ability to put it off, especially since all it took was one bare day to leave her playing frantic catch-up, the need gnawing away at her ability to even think.

Now she was spoiled. After responding to Ruth's want ad, she'd been introduced to a world where hundreds of gallons of cum was available for her multiple times a day, and now she'd become accustomed to it. When now she could gulp down cum until her stomach groaned, she'd become accustomed to never being hungry – and that meant that she'd become very possessive of her employer's fresh orgasms.

She painstakingly pulled herself forward until her hands could reach in front of the now-pulsating slit of Ruth's cock, cupping together as she felt the jerk of motion throughout the giant shaft that accompanied the thick fluid surging up its length.

Semen burst from the end, spraying like water from a firehose as Ruth squealed loud enough to echo through the house. Marie caught dripping gobs of it, greedily shoving it into her mouth before dipping her hands back down into the high-velocity flow like she was drinking from a mountain spring.

Ruth had whited out again, hyper-accelerated sensations firing up bundles of nerves thicker than her arm to short out her brain. She could do nothing but lie on the ground, twitching and squealing with every burst of spunk from her cock. Marie drank from the end for another half a minute until the giant organ finally stopped heaving and the flow of fluid slowed to a viscous ooze, when she put her mouth to it and began to squeeze what she could into her mouth.

Ruth shuddered as Marie ran her palm up the underside, forcing more cum from the shaft, before the voluptuous maid fell back into the lake of cum her employer's orgasm had created. She lifted thick globs of it in her hands, splashing them across her naked body, rubbing it into her breasts and between her legs. Within seconds she started to buck and writhe, her arms flailing in the thick pool of goo as she came just from the sensation of coating herself in it. Her breasts heaved, her hips rising out of the pearly muck as her shrieks joined Ruth's fading echoes. She knew the cleaning crew could hear her across the hall, but didn't care.

The pair recovered at around the same time, Marie painstakingly dragging herself up and onto the rubber mat in the centre to lay down next to Ruth. She cradled her employer-lover's face in her slick, goo-covered hands and kissed her, deeply but tenderly.

"Zank you, madame." She picked herself up, still dripping, and tottered away to a shower. Ruth, wide-eyed, started to try and find the jewel.

Ten minutes later, she slumped in a plush chair in her office/library, sighing in relief at the removal of the tremendous weight on her groin. She'd returned herself to how she'd been that morning, musing on the brief pang of regret that she felt as she watched her gigantic penis recede back, and how odd her life had become that she could see a ten-inch cock as small.

She'd checked in on the bathroom on the way back to get dressed, noting that its size still remained, but the gigantic flood of cum had disappeared, along with the squad of sexy maids. In the bedroom, Marie was having Alan lick globs of whipped cream off her nipples, grinding her butt into his lap to bring him back to erection.

"Marie, you're going to leave that poor boy shooting dust." Although, that's easily fixed, she thought, and gripped the jewel nestled in her palm. As if responding to her thoughts, Alan's cock pulsed and started to rise up against Marie's backside, shiny with cum.

"Ruth, I can keep going for hours, you know that." Four hours at a stretch, to be precise, and then he only needed a half-hour break before he was ready again. Ruth grinned at the mental image of the poor boy jerking himself off for hours on end, cumshot after cumshot, just to relieve himself.

"You're right, I'm sorry. Fill her till she pops, cock-lord. I'm going out for a drive, I think." She walked into her closet, pulled on a tight t-shirt and jeans, briefly admired the outline of her thick nipples and crotch bulge in the mirror, then strode out, grabbing her keys from the bedside table as her friend and employee-turned-lover humped on the bed. She considered putting the jewel in her pocket, but decided that willing it onto an indestructible chain around her neck was a better option.

The electric roadster tore around one of the mountain roads outside the city, Ruth laughing gleefully as she took corners at speeds she'd never dared to believe existed. Turning herself into a sex goddess obviously didn't mean everything she had to do was about sex – although admittedly some of the rougher sections of the road were doing interesting things between her legs, and the centripetal force was sending her boobs swaying from side to side on each tight corner.

A chill of fear went through her when, doing a hundred and fifty miles an hour down a straight hill, she heard police sirens start up over the nearly silent engine. Her heart began to beat as she slowed down, running through scenarios in her mind, when she remembered the comforting weight of the jewel on her chest, and replaced the fear with a lascivious smile.

The roadster pulled over and a tall, blond officer stepped out of the cruiser behind it, her broad shoulders clad in a blue uniform, her eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses. She took her time walking up to the window of the roadster, exulting in the idea that she was going to clock some rich boy from the hills for going more than double the speed limit. She rapped on the window, stopping with surprise for a moment at the beautiful blue-and-purple-haired woman at the wheel.

"Uh, ma'am, do you know how fast you were going?"

"I believe about a hundred and fifty miles an hour, officer."

"Right. And do you know what the speed limit is here?"

"It's a hundred and fifty miles an hour, isn't it officer?"

She stopped, winkled her brow, and squinted to try and see the next speed sign. "Uh. Yeah. Um. I guess it is. That's weird, I thought it was... I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Not a problem, officer, after all, that's not why you're here, is it?"

"Uh, what?" The officer's uniform was slowly shifting colour, now a rich purple. Her shirt was partly untucked where it seemed to be pulling up from her belt. Her ponytail band snapped, letting masses of blond hair tumble out down past her shoulders.

"Right, why would you pull me over for speeding? That's what cops do."

She blinked, not feeling her pants creeping up her legs, or the wash of pink that started to spread from her scalp down her blond waves. She grunted, stretching her calves, then her legs remained where they were as the heels of her shiny black shoes extended up and the rest of the shoe retreated from the top of her feet. She licked her lips, shivering as the sensation pooled between her legs.

"Right, yeah, haha, that's for cops," her voice was higher and breathier. "And I'm not a cop, I'm, uh-"

"Mobile Sexual Release Patrol, of course." The former cop's uniform had shifted from purple to now a dull pink. The top had left sleeves behind almost completely, only an inch or two at the shoulder, and had crept up to reveal her entire smooth midriff and down to reveal the expanse of a pair of heavily-expanded breasts. Her pants had retreated to just under the curve of her bubble butt, and at the top revealed the straps of thong underwear. Pink strands now weaved in and out of her ass-length hair, bright-pink stick had coated her thick lips and her sunglasses had transformed into dramatic eyeliner and pink eyeshadow that made her already-large eyes look even bigger.

Ruth chuckled. "I really respect the service you girls do, you know? Not everyone has the civic-minded spirit to let themselves have their bodies and sex drives permanently enhanced to make sure no citizen has to go too long without sex. It's so great to know all I have to do is honk my horn at a pink cruiser and someone as brave and selfless as you will attend to me."

MSRP Officer Cumdump remembered the day like it was yesterday. That wasn't to say she remembered it well, it was just roughly as clear as every day that her brain spent swimming in the happy fuck-chemicals her lush sextoy body created in huge amounts 24/7. Penis and pussy occupied a substantial amount of the run-time of her brain, and that was before the enhanced sensitivity of her lips, her swollen nipples and her permanently-lubricated snatch drove white knives straight through any coherent thought.

"Thank you, ma'am! Can I lick your pussy now, please?"

"Oh, even better dear." Ruth leaned back, unzipping her jeans, carefully untangling her monster cock from the denim. "You can bend over the back of my car while I ram this to the hilt inside you."

Cumdump squealed with delight, tottering on her oversized heels to the back of Ruth's roadster and presenting her round butt to the air, slipping her barely-there shorts down until she shivered with the rush of cool air on her boiling-hot pussy. Ruth slipped out of the driver's seat, gently stroking her cock as it filled towards erection, and positioned herself behind the former flat-foot's ample rump. Just pushing the head of her dick towards the woman's pussy popped it in with barely a thrust, and soon the florid floozy was squealing, her breasts bouncing as she braced herself against the trunk of the sportscar, all ten inches of Ruth's futanarihood spreading her apart thrust after thrust. Actually, Ruth considered, maybe they should be equal-opportunity sextoys.

With each thrust of Ruth's cock into the girl, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the woman's clit began to expand, pulsing and straining inch by inch, throbbing and shifting shape until the girl was toting a thick nine-inch penis that Ruth could reach for as she reamed her senseless. With a brief surge of enhanced strength, Ruth picked the girl up, impaled on her cock, and sat back on the trunk of her car, fucking the girl from behind on her lap while jerking her new dick off with a free hand. Between the reverse cowgirl and the reach-around, it wasn't long before the officer was cumming hard, spraying spunk into the air and across the roadside gravel, joined by Ruth a minute later. Ruth's hyper-powerful orgasm nearly took her by surprise and she almost dropped the girl as the pleasure gripped her brain and squeezed, her cock unloading its full seventeen-ounce load over a mind-melting minute-long orgasm.

The girl stumbled away, giggling, cum dripping down her thighs, her booty shorts in a forgotten sopping pile behind Ruth's car. Ruth sighed happily, scouring herself clean with the jewel and carefully folding her dick back into her jeans before getting back into the car and tearing off, leaving the blond sex officer sitting in her pink-and-white cruiser in a fucked-out haze.

Back in the city, she gleefully observed the proliferation of her newly-created Mobile Sexual Release Patrol, the pink cruisers and officers in pink uniforms walking proudly on the streets, bulges obvious in their too-tight shorts. There was more than a little rutting occurring in the back of hastily-parked cars, as well as the occasional alleyway tryst. While waiting at a red light, Ruth watched someone grab one of the officers from behind, his hands sinking into her pillowy tits, while the girl instantly shuddered, knees knocking, mouth going slack, then turned around and kissed him savagely. Interestingly, nobody seemed upset by the unusual anatomy of the public-use public servants, and Ruth considered that in making them equal opportunity she may have inadvertently altered the tastes of everyone in town.

Her car pulled up out the front of a coffee shop, the No Parking signs sliding along the footpath until they sat either side. Ruth drank in the stares of some passers-by as she swung her long legs out of the driver's seat and strode through the glass door into the shop.

The coffee shop was dark and hip, with a slim, bored-looking barista overseeing a dozen people or so tapping away on laptops or, in one case, an entire vintage typewriter. She was mocha-skinned, with a nose ring, a series of rings in her ears and short, curly black hair. She gave Ruth a withering look at her coffee order, which included milk and cream.

"Yeah, we, like, don't serve dairy here. We don't serve things stolen from living bodies."

Ruth grinned. "Oh, we can fix that. I'm sure I could find some milk I could get permission for."

Underneath the barista's black polo shirt, Ruth watched her chest slowly expand, gently rising like bread dough at Ruth's mental prompting. Within seconds her breasts were straining at the straps of her apron, and the girl was subconsciously shifting her shoulders and playing at the buttons of her shirt. It tugged up over her midriff as it rapidly ran out of space, and even against the dark fabric a set of damp stains began to spread from the middle of the mounds. Ruth bit her lip, sending out another mental instruction to the girl's body. Nothing different appeared to happen for a moment, but soon the apron began to bulge even further below the barista's expanded bosom, four hefty milk-laden tits swelling into existence on her slim chest.

Before the shirt literally burst at the seams Ruth willed it out of existence, the barista's nude skin now covered solely by her apron. Her quad-stacked breasts were only just held in place, and the jiggling flesh in mounds half again the size of the girl's head threatened to leap out at any moment. She seemed unperturbed. Ruth noted her nose ring had migrated into her septum.

"Like I said, ma'am, we don't have any milk in the fridge, so it will have to be straight from the tap. Is that okay?"

Ruth grinned. "Oh, if you insist."

The barista tugged her apron to the side, hefting one of her breasts out to the side, revealing a thick, milk-moist dark brown nipple. It took nearly no coaxing at all before it started to let out a stream of milk into the large bottle she held to it. A subtle lip bite and slight flush of the girl's face showed that the act was a little more than solely professional. Ruth caught her gaze intently.

"They must feel really nice."

She returned Ruth a sardonic sneer. "Oh, don't act like you don't know. "Oh wow, your tits must be, like, super sensitive. Boy, you must have to milk them for hours every day!" God, you people are as tiring as my boobs."

Ruth put her hands up in supplication. "I didn't mean to offend you. Just making conversation."

The barista grunted, still milking herself, her breathing becoming heavier. "I get udder-chasers like you gawping about my chest all the time and asking stupid fucking questions as though you don't spend half your spare time reading about my condition on the Internet. Does hearing it straight from the cow-girl's mouth make you cum harder, or something?"

What an attitude, Ruth thought. Let's mix in a little something with that.

Ruth didn't reply, merely continuing to stare at the barista while she filled the bottle. Her cheeks flushed. "S-stop staring at me."

"Why?"

"Because it-, uh, you, it's-"

"Humiliating?"

She let out a small moan and milk squirted even harder into the bottle as her hand clutched. Ruth leaned in, lowering her voice, her own bountiful chest settling into a deep line of cleavage. "I knew it. Why else would a girl so angry about her condition take a job where she had to milk herself in front of perfect strangers? Unless, of course, she secretly gets off on having people watch her milk her big fat cow tits?"

The girl's breath caught in her throat as Ruth went on. "I bet you've got a spotty costume in the back of a closet at your house, don't you? One you like to wear when you're strapped into your milker and imagine someone's doing it to you?"

Now she was whining with every breath, and Ruth could see her letting down behind her apron. Ruth pulled out a card and a hundred-dollar note from her purse and pushed them between the barista's upper boobs.

"Bring the costume to my place tonight. You won't be sorry."

She grabbed the bottle, took a deep swig of creamy milk, and licked her lips lasciviously, not taking her eyes away from the barista's the whole time. She swung her hips to the side as she turned around from the counter and made her way out, leaving a line of gawping customers in her wake.

The moment she exited the doors of the coffee shop, however, she leaned forward slightly, groaning as her cock strained against her jeans. Being confident and dominating was hard when you were, well, hard. Fortunately, she soon spotted one of the pink-uniformed free-use futanari floozies she'd created rounding the corner, and beckoned the officer over with a lithe gesture.

Afternoon was fading back into evening as Ruth pulled back into the front yard of her house. Marie's car was still in the driveway. Before she killed the engine, she paused for a moment to take stock of precisely what had happened to her life.

She'd broken some ancient stone statue while doing cataloguing for her professor in a desperate attempt to be noticed. She'd found a jewel that let her bend reality to her every wish. Her heavily repressed, deviant sexuality had come to the fore almost immediately. Now she was living in some sort of fetish porno fantasy world with the body of a gender-bending goddess, a body that seemed to be a manifestation of her deepest desires that she alternately felt totally in control of and completely helpless against its lusts. She'd remoulded people into sexual playthings on a whim, changed the very fabric of reality to conform to her twisted fetishes.

Life was fucking good.

Intellectually, she knew there had to be some tradeoff for this – that some time, a price would have to be paid. She didn't give a fuck, though – she was going to ride this as far as it would take her. Briefly, she wondered whether or not she'd accidentally made herself comfortable with what was happening using the jewel, but by definition she'd never really know.

Her long legs delicately picked out of the low-slung car, setting down onto the paving stones with two deliberate clacks. It still impressed her how effortlessly sexy she could be in this new body – she hadn't just transformed how she looked, but her brain was wired like she'd spent her whole life in this form.

In the living room, Alan and Marie were both passed out on the couch. Cum was everywhere. Pools of it were splashed across her white leather sofa and glass table, Alan's body glistened from the neck down, and Marie looked like a glazed doughnut. Alan's cock caught Ruth's eye for a moment, rock-hard and pulsing even as he slumped backwards over the couch, but she decided to let them both rest.

Instead, she walked up and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and stripping off her clothes. Her penis was half-hard, growing by the second at the plan forming in her head. She sat in the centre of the bed, cross-legged, gently playing with her nipples and watching her dick swell slowly up to full erection. One hand draped across the jewel hanging from her neck, and it pulsed to even fuller erection, straining and throbbing with waves of slow growth until it reached her chin.

She gave it a slow, reverential lick, shuddering as the sensations thudded down her enlarged shaft. It just needed one more thing...

She moaned rapturously as her breasts suddenly surged forward, plumping and swelling with flesh. They reached the size of Marie's without a hint of slowing down, the expanse of skin at the bottom of her vision spreading out and blocking her view. She felt the warmth envelop the expanded shaft of her cock, grabbing her bloating mounds from the sides and squeezing them together. Her cock lurched against the waves of tit but was trapped by their sheer weight. Another lust-addled instruction to the jewel, and her cock belched a thick load of clear fluid that slid down between her cleavage and let it slip and slide between them, even as the vast mounds kept expanding. She couldn't even hold them together now but didn't have to – having overflowed the sides of her thighs and spread onto the bed, they were holding themselves together quite comfortably.

She stopped for a moment, regarding the wobbling sea of titflesh below her vision, and gently slapped the top of both of her breasts with a giggle. She tried to kick her legs and found them almost unable to move under the immense weight. She couldn't see her nipples at all, and for a moment pouted as she felt cheated of the opportunity, then brightened up as she seized the jewel again. Energy flooded through the rest of her body, giving a brief hard, tight sensation. Gingerly, she tried to kick her legs again, and this time, with some effort, she could now shift her new breasts. They were still awkward, though, and she had to hold them together at the sides with her arms and use her knees to bump them along the bed, grunting and sweating with each heave as they slid and slipped around her cock.

She stood up with a groan of effort, her glistening shaft slipping out from between her tits as her body stretched out. She could feel their warmth against the tops of her thighs, and when she gently turned she could feel their immense inertia as they wanted to keep going. Looking down, she could see nothing but her own tits, expanding out more than three feet forward from her body. She could only even tell her dick was still there by the way it was desperately bumping up against the undersides.

She strolled over to a mirror, which slid backwards into the wall and grew outwards until she could see the entirety of her expanded body in it. Her body was completely dominated by her huge, round, beachball-sized tits. She rose up onto the balls of her feet and dropped back down, watching the wave of motion grip them and slosh them up and down, the bouncing going on for what felt like minutes afterwards. Her nipples were exactly as she'd designed them in her mind's eye, as wide as saucers and three inches thick, topping vast, textured areolas.

Her cock was lurching even harder as she examined her own ridiculous proportions in the mirror, constantly belching a thick stream of the clear fluid she'd used to lube up her cleavage. She went to touch it and realised the bulk of her breasts was too great to get anywhere near it, only succeeding in slapping her arms against the sides. Carefully, she turned around and headed back to the bed.

Bumping her knees against the side of the mattress, she then let herself fall forward, her tits spreading out across the bed and squishing together around her cock, immediately making her gasp as the soft flesh rubbed against every crevice of her shaft, its motion aided by the copious amounts of slick fluid she was pumping out. She reared her ass back and forth, thrusting her dick between her own gigantic boobs, giving herself the tittyfuck of a lifetime. Almost subconsciously she increased her length until at the end of each thrust, her groin pressing against the underside of her tits, her cock poked out from the shaking piles of breastflesh before disappearing back into her cleavage.

She gripped her tits from the top, her hands sinking deep into the softness as she ruthlessly fucked them, the whole mass sloshing back and forth like water balloons. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her balls squeezed between her thighs and her tits, delighting in the raw sexuality of her incredible body.

She shuddered, tongue flicking in delight as she felt the orgasm building at the base of her expanded cock, then fell forward onto the pillowy softness as her cock tightened and started to shoot. Her brain whited out with the combination of her hypersensitivity and expanded size and all she could do was lay on top of them and shake as her balls drained themselves dry. Her afterglow was only just fading when she heard her doorbell ring, and her mouth curled into a smile.

Ginette stumbled through the door of her tiny apartment, groaning with discomfort. Late afternoon shifts were the worst, the ones when she got off work just before the after-office-hours rush and the previous several hours had been dreadfully slow. They got a lot of cleaning and prep done, but they had very few customers, and no customers meant no demand for milk, which meant by the time she got home her breasts were full to bursting.

She shucked off her coat and let it fall to the floor. Cleavage bulged at the top of her apron uniform, as well as the two lines of side cleavage not even nominally covered by it where her upper basketball-sized breasts met with their lower compatriots. They were firm and even bigger than usual, and dark saturated stains spread out on the front of her apron.

Being born with four nipples heralded the legacy stored within her genes, that she was destined to grow up a four-breasted, lactating pseudo-cowgirl. Her breasts made milk in astonishing amounts, the amount only increasing as they continued to grow. At this point each breast was capable of a gallon and a half of milk a day, but it wasn't as if they could comfortably hold that much. Even with extremely enhanced capacity and output compared to an ordinary woman she needed pumping sessions every four hours to stop her breasts from overfilling to the point of actual pain or, even worse, further expansion. Even with the best maternity equipment she could find and afford, she spent something around a quarter of her waking hours dealing with her breasts.

She stripped the apron off as well, throwing it to the side onto the tile floor of her bathroom with a wet slap, letting her breasts bounce free and nude. The mocha mounds were capped with nipples the length of a man's thumb and twice as thick, and streams of milk leaked from them with barely even a touch. From the morning her milk had come in, not too long after her breasts, she'd spent every day enslaved to the endless demands of her body – and as those demands had grown, so had how much she loathed her tits.

Her studio apartment was stark, almost empty. There was a small bed, a kitchenette and, in prime position in the middle of the room, a couch flanked by two beige machines roughly the size of suitcases. Tubes ran from each machine to a pair of large rubber cups, four in all. At the bottom more rubber tubing had been jerry-rigged into the guts of the machine, leading to a series of plastic bottles.

She privately thought of them as the Milking Machines of Theseus. High-grade hospital pumps that had been bit-by-bit hacked and replaced as her needs had grown beyond anything she could buy off the shelf. She switched them on and settled down into the couch, taking a few minutes to awkwardly manoeuvre the cups into place over her nipples. The size of her chest meant breast flesh wobbled and shook everywhere with the merest movement, making coordinating motion around them difficult. Finally though, she got them into place and leaned back into the couch, sighing in relief as she flipped a hand-held switch that had been amateurishly wired into the front panel of each machine and started up the suction.

The sigh turned into a deep, rattling breath as she looked down and watched her nipples expanding and contracting, letting a heavy flow of milk into the cups. Suck, release, suck, release, each cycle seeing milk pouring from her oversized teats. Her breathing began to match the rhythm, her face flushing under her coffee tone.

The scene from earlier that afternoon in the coffee shop replayed itself over and over in her mind. How had that woman known? How did Ginette let her do that in front of her customers and her manager? The answer was another question – how could her body turn her on so much while disgusting her so deeply?

She often tried to tell herself that it was just the relief of finally letting the pressure down. She tried to put off milking for as long as possible, which meant every time she did get around to it her tits were full to bursting and the sensation of finally letting it out was nothing short of exquisite.

But that wasn't all of it. She knew that wasn't all of it. If that were it, she wouldn't still enjoy it even when she wasn't full. If that were it, she wouldn't waste entire days off strapping herself into the milking machine and touching herself to fantasies of people nursing from her. If that were it, she wouldn't have that fucking cowprint bikini sitting in the back of her closet, the one that woman knew about...

She moaned as the milk surged at the thought. That woman. The one who somehow knew exactly what she was feeling. That woman who was clearly staring straight at her tits but somehow made her feel she wasn't just into her for the freak factor.

She settled into a comfortable but passionate fantasy of the girl from the coffee shop pulling aside Ginette's cow costume and locking those thick, full lips onto her nipples, the sensation doubled as the tender nubs reacted with a let-down of thick, hot milk...

Ginette stood outside the front of the sumptuous mansion after the last trickles of daylight had drained down into the horizon and night was in full swing. A thick sweater and long coat covered her body, especially her four weighty breasts, and a duffel bag was slung over her shoulder.

Those tits drained things in turn, as well. Keeping four boobs the size of basketballs constantly producing milk took a ludicrous amount of energy, which much to her chagrin kept her skinny everywhere except her chest. Stick-thin except for giant drooping tits was, to her, the worst of both worlds.

She jumped a little as one of the double doors clicked open and Ruth gently leaned against the edge of the other in an overstuffed filmy nightgown. She'd decided to keep her tits and cock a little bigger than they'd been before her expansion session, and the immense weight was tantalising her. However, she was using the jewel's power to keep herself flaccid for now, covered by the more opaque skirt of the gown.

"Hello, darling. Glad you could make it."

"Hi." Ginette pushed past into the open living room, and her eyes went wide. "Your house is... enormous."

"Yes, I'm very lucky. I have so much room for activities."

Ginette blushed, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, still bundled up with her duffel bag over her shoulder. Ruth motioned next to the couch.

"Put your bag down, dear, make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"

Ginette dropped her bag and slumped onto the leather couch. She felt her tits heave and the hint of wetness that was her constant companion. She started leaking long before she was accustomed to pumping. "Don't say milk."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling." Ruth left the room and returned with a can of soda, which Ginette accepted gratefully. Ruth watched her as she drained half the can in a single tilt, before Ginette caught her eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just gorgeous, that's all."

Despite herself, Ginette blushed. "S-stop that. You don't mean it."

"I do! You're such a pretty girl."

She took another long gulp. "Yeah, pretty. That's the thing people say about me when they see me. Not ‘oh my God look at her fucked up tits.'"

"Well I wasn't going to bring those up first, but they're anything but fucked-up. Your body is incredible."

"Yeah, all right." She drained the can and tugged absently on her septum piercing. "I mean obviously the udder-chasers must see something in me, even if it's just the freak factor. No normal person is into this shit, though. It's not like I'm going to go out and meet a nice guy in a bar to take back to meet my parents."

Ruth grinned. "You don't want that though, do you?" She lifted a foot and caressed the side of Ginette's bag. "You want something a bit weirder and nastier than that, don't you? You wouldn't have brought this otherwise."

Ginette's breath caught. "I... H-how did..."

Ruth smiled. "I can tell what you're into, darling, and I think you should slip into that and get a little more comfortable."

Ginette gulped, grabbed the bag and proceeded into the closest bathroom. Ruth waited patiently for a few minutes before the girl emerged, her face beet-red.

Large patches of black-spotted white fabric lined with black piping covered all four of her jostling breasts, held together both horizontally and vertically with black straps that wrapped over and under her shoulders and around her back at the bottom pair of cups. She also wore panties, gloves and thigh-high socks of the same pattern. The whole effect was enhanced by a leather collar with a brass bell, an extra-large septum piercing and a headband with small fake horns.

Ruth jumped forward on the couch, her eyes wide. "Oh my God, you're so fucking hot!"

Ginette blushed even harder. "D-don't tease me..."

"I'm not! Oh man, you're amazing."

Not merely blushing now, Ginette's breathing was starting to catch. She'd never shown this outfit to anyone before. She'd only ever worn it to masturbate while getting milked in her apartment, but now she was showing it to a complete stranger – an incredibly beautiful stranger who was looking at every inch of her mocha skin like it was enticing, like her freakish body was actually somehow pleasing to this goddess of a woman, and that was sending happy signals straight down to her pussy. Lots of them. What you might even have called a flood of them. She could feel the bikini bottoms growing moist as she stood there underneath Ruth's lascivious gaze.

"I d-don't know why I'm doing this..."

Ruth smiled. "Because it gets you off. You say you hate your body but you loooove it when people look at you. Nothing makes you hotter than knowing people know you're an oversexed submissive little cow slut."

Ginette choked. "Wh-what did you-"

Ruth grinned again, more evilly this time. "Cow. Slut."

Ginette couldn't hold in the moan, or the way her face scrunched up as she let it out. She certainly couldn't hide how her thighs squeezed together.

"H-how... How did you..."

"Oh darling you wouldn't believe what I know. For instance, I know how to make you feel better than you could ever have possibly imagined." Ruth began to pick her way across the couch on all fours, her enlarged breasts hanging and swinging from side to side. "I can bring you pleasure like nothing else. I can show you exactly what your incredible body is meant to be doing and feeling."

Ginette just choked silently, staring at Ruth's face as she tried to get a handle on the way her body was responding, but it was as if her pussy was by-passing her conscious mind entirely.

"Don't worry darling, I know what it's like to have a... special body." Ruth pulled herself back vertically and mentally removed the block on her erection, letting her dick rise up from under the gown. Ginette gasped, eyes going wide as they followed the swelling shaft. Ruth giggled.

"You like it? It likes you. It especially likes the idea of fucking your big, milky cow tits. I was rock-hard in my jeans the whole time in your café."

Ginette moaned again, and this time she didn't just feel the wetness between her legs, she felt the quad cups of her cowkini moisten as her nipples squirted in sympathy. Ruth tutted, sliding her legs off the couch and crossing the gap between them, pressing one hand deeply into Ginette's upper-left breast, feeling even more milk squirt around her hand.

"You're wasting milk, cow slut. That's my milk."

She wrenched the girl's bikini cup down, exposing one of her gigantic nipples, throbbing with need and glistening with milk, and leant down to suckle the shaft into her mouth. Ginette gasped, her face wide with shock as her fantasy from earlier came to life directly in front of her, and then groaned deeply as the pleasure of Ruth's thick lips on her teat flooded through her body in direct proportion to the force with which milk flowed out of her breast. Ruth brought her other hand up, one on each side of the enormous mound, gripping and kneading to force even more milk into her mouth.

Ginette's legs wobbled, her mouth drooping, eyes rolling, as for the first time ever she allowed someone to suckle from her, but not just to feed from her but to grab, control and own her breast. Fear bubbled up inside her, fed by years of her own insecurity and hatred, but the way Ruth stood over her, seizing control of her body, using Ginette's freakish developments for her own pleasure, smothered it deeply and completely.

Ruth let go for a moment, grabbing Ginette by the shoulders and pivoting her around and back onto the couch, so large and plush it was as good as any bed the girl had slept on. Straddling the girl's hips, Ruth leaned down with an expression halfway between glee and hunger, and wrenched the cups off Ginette's lower breasts, shredding the bikini in half and letting all of the mounds bounce freely against each other. A blush flooded Ginette's cheeks, her face turning away from Ruth's gaze.

"I-I'm sorry... I've been making milk for so long, they don't... They're not pretty and perky..."

Ruth laid her hands on the upper pair reverentially, letting her fingers sink deeply into the plush flesh. Ginette whined as she gently kneaded and prompted a spray of milk from both breasts, before moving her hands down and lifting up her lower pair and repeating the same action. The lower mounds pushed up against her upper ones, creating two soft horizontal lines of damp, glistening cleavage and prompting some more squirts from her oversized nipples.

"Oh my God, it's... My boobs feel..."

"Good, right? Of course they feel good. You're a sexy, freaky cowgirl slut. Your body is a sexual plaything, just like mine." Ruth's left hand went to the bottom of her cock, gently pressing her fingers into the underside as she kept groping Ginette with her right.

Ginette didn't even reply. She just moaned, slipping her hands to her midriff and lifting her quad chest up, looking up at Ruth with deep brown eyes. Ruth took the hint and dove in, grabbing and pressing two of her breasts together and suckling both nipples into her mouth. Ginette shrieked, Ruth's mouth filling with milk almost instantly, then shuddered and laid back as Ruth started to suck.

As Ruth's thick lips and strong tongue worked away at her teats, her breathing started to catch and rattle, her face locked in an ecstatic rictus that always seemed to be trying and failing to get on top of the sensations bombarding her, to get ahead of the pleasure and modulate it, control it, but never quite manage it. She couldn't relax into the sensations either as the pleasure kept spiking and hammering into her brain, leaving her caught in exquisite agony between the two extremes of bliss.

It felt like barely any time at all before Ginette gasped, her muscles starting to tighten and spasm as an orgasm rocketed its way through her body. The sensation was familiar but far more intense than she'd ever felt, like someone had taken the orgasms she had strapped to her milking machine and amplified them tenfold. Ruth noted what happened to her but didn't stop, continuing to suckle as Ginette writhed underneath her. She dropped a hand down to knead one of her unused breasts, adding the sensation of its own stream of milk to Ginette's mind-breaking orgasm.

"S-st-stoooop, I'm cuh- I- I I caann't oh God oh fuck I'm c-gh-ghhh-"

She then lost her words entirely as a second wave of orgasm passed through her before her first had even ebbed away. There was a brief lull in pleasure as Ruth moved downwards, swapping which breasts she was sucking and rubbing, then the extra pressure on her unused nipples brought it back in full.

Ruth gleefully fed from Ginette's chest until her stomach groaned with milk, the girl's blissfully drained tits still leaking streams of her cream while she laid back on the couch in an orgasmic haze. Looking across her fourfold tits, Ruth gripped her penis by the base and started to gently stroke it, straddling Ginette's stomach and resting it down across the mocha mounds.

"Have you ever given a tit-fuck, cowslut?"

Ginette's eyes widened as Ruth's fat cockhead stared directly at her face, and she shook her head timidly.

"Oh, that's a shame." Ruth leaned forward and pushed Ginette's lower breasts together into a curved line of bulging cleavage. "Okay, I'll hold these together, you hold the top ones together."

Ginette blinked, and pushed her upper pair of breasts together, eyes still fixed on the gently bobbing tip of Ruth's cock. Ruth pulled it back, drawing a viscous line of precum down the length of Ginette's cleavage, then gripped the nipples of the tits she was holding, squirting trails of milk down into the crevice.

"Mmm, natural lube." Ruth was acting confident, of course, but her heart was beating like a drum and she had to concentrate to keep control of her trembling limbs. She slid the lower breasts apart and dropped her cock between them, drawing in a sharp breath as she enveloped her shaft in wobbling breastflesh. Ginette moaned as well, reacting to the unfamiliar but pleasant feeling of a thick, hot cock mashing down against her tits.

"You like that, cow? You want me to keep going?"

Ginette nodded, mashing her boobs together in slow circles, then letting them drop apart long enough for Ruth to slide up between them. After a few moments to prepare, Ruth started to gently thrust, watching Ginette's tits slosh back and forth in gelatinous waves around their hands, the motion contributing as much to the sensation as Ruth's thrusts were. Her mouth dropped open as the pleasure assaulted her.

"Oh f-fuck! Shit!" Ruth began to speed up, squirts of milk spraying in every direction from her lover's wildly bouncing nipples, the nerves of her cock squealing under a four-fold assault of soft, smooth breastflesh. Eyes glassy, mouth slack, Ginette leaned forward and started to suckle on the end of Ruth's dick, lightly kissing and licking it as she stroked it with her upper breasts. The two girls had fallen out of sync and now not only were Ginette's breasts rubbing against Ruth's shaft but they were also heavily slapping against each other. Ginette began to gasp and choke, pleasure flooding her body as the sensations drew an orgasm from her, letting Ruth's cock slip out from between her upper breasts so that the shaft laid between the bottom two and on top of her upper ones, right as Ruth started to shudder and buck and shoot off.

Ruth collapsed forward as the orgasm gripped her brain, mashing her body against Ginette's, her cock shooting up between the pair of them, spraying cum across both of their faces and up across the couch, shuddering and writhing for the minute it took her hyper-powered orgasm to play out. When Ruth's orgasm finally subsided she rolled to the side, chest heaving with exertion and brain pinging with little pink sparks of afterglow that destroyed her capacity for conscious thought for the best part of a minute. Ginette seemed almost as stunned by the experience.

"Oh my God," she groaned, "that was... I didn't know it could feel like this."

Ruth smiled, turning her head and drawing Ginette into a deep kiss. "This is just the start, baby. Your body is made for the most sublime pleasure. In fact, I have an idea, if you're interested..."

 

Ruth picked a random bedroom and led Ginette to it. To her, it was as if Ruth had the room prepared ahead of time, but it was just a simple willed command as she opened the door.

The room was sumptuous, decorated in red and black with a large circular bed. Some of the doors in the wardrobes that ringed the walls were ajar, revealing leather straps and lace. What drew Ginette's eye, though, was the large, perfectly shiny, stainless steel machine right next to the bottom of the bed.

"Is that... a LactoMaster 850X?" She walked over to it and pulled out a ribbed rubber hose, eyes wide, then suddenly blushed as she realised what she'd done.

"Best milking machine on the market, so I'm told."

"It's like three thousand dollars!"

"Are you going to keep talking about it, or are you going to lay down on the bed and get those fat cow titties hooked up to it?"

She made a small choking noise, then nodded and sat down at the edge of the bed, grabbing one of her basketball-sized boobs and holding it up. Ruth pulled out one of the milking cups - a custom-made semi-cylindrical silicon sheath ringed with rubber. She switched on the machine at its side and gently pushed it onto Ginette's breast, letting the low suction take hold and pull the cup into place. Ginette watched in shock as her areola expanded into the cup, a low moan rolling from past her lips.

"Ooooh. Oh, God, it's... It's strong but... It feels good..."

Ruth busied herself with the other three cups, each of them drawing in Ginette's nipples with a slow but implacable force, then releasing them on a slow pumping rhythm. Ginette couldn't even talk, just gasping and shuddering as the milkers worked away, unable to do anything as she watched Ruth slowly turned up the suction.

Milk began to flow from Ginette's breasts, creamy white building up and drawing away from the cups every second as her nipples expanded and contracted. Without protest, Ruth was able to gently pull her arms behind her back and lock them together with leather cuffs. Ginette was about to protest as Ruth pulled a ball gag onto her mouth but a sudden surge of pressure from the machine left her shuddering and helpless. Ruth licked her lips, pulling up Ginette's skirt, manic eyes roaming over the mocha curves of her buttocks.

"I'm going to fuck you, cowslut. I'm going to fuck you like an animal, like the livestock you are. You're going to sit there and let my machine milk you dry while I ram my cock into you from behind."

Ginette burbled and shook but made no effort to straighten up or move her butt away from in front of Ruth, leaving Ruth the opportunity to grin, grab her erect dick by the shaft and push the fat head against Ginette's pussy.

Ginette squeaked behind the gag, the squeak turning to a muffled, unthinking squeal as Ruth worked her way inside the girl. Her pussy spasmed and fluttered around the thick intruder before spreading and allowing it passage. Ruth grunted and gasped with each painstaking inch until her hips made contact with the girl's rump. She stayed there for a moment, took a deep breath, pulled back and thrust forward again.

Ginette jerked forward, tits heaving, only the powerful suction of the cups keeping them in place, her eyes unfocused and choking noises issuing out from behind the gag. Ruth gave a silent command to the jewel as her hips fell into a rolling tempo, and before long Ginette's abdominal muscles crunched and her body seized as an orgasm crashed through it. Ruth's new command made itself known as along with the other effects of Ginette's orgasm, the girl's breasts suddenly let down with massive floods of milk that filled the silicon cups and nearly overwhelmed the capacity of the pump. She shook and bucked, choking soundlessly, Ruth still railing her from behind. One of her breast cups burst off, milk spraying wildly as her nipples pulsed in sympathetic ejaculation.

It wasn't long before Ruth felt the sensation welling up in her core as well, the yawning, twitching feeling in her cock, and, shoving deep inside her lover, howled as her hyper-powerful orgasm grabbed hold of her brain and squeezed for a full minute before she collapsed on top of Ginette, breath coming in desperate gasps.

Ginette groaned, squeezing her thighs together and feeling a huge glob of Ruth's love ooze from between them. She yelped as the pumps sucked on her nipples again, cheeks red, pussy fluttering, the feeling of continuing to be milked as she sat practically sloshing full of cum working her right up again. Ruth was surprisingly heavy, and between her post-orgasmic lassitude and the soporific effect of the continued stimulation, she couldn't shift her, and her only option was to lie there, the heat returning to her cheeks and deep in her core, as the pumps kept going, until by the time Ruth finally stirred back awake Ginette was whining and panting beneath her, the breast where the cup had burst off leaking in a constant stream onto the bedsheets. Ruth's nethers throbbed, her eyes wide, and she dove onto the naked breast with unthinking hunger.

After bringing Ginette off again, the surge of milk from her orgasm finally leaving her somewhat close to empty, the pair laid in the middle of the bed, Ruth's arm over the smaller girl's slim shoulder.

Ginette was awake, but dozing, breathing gently. She felt Ruth shift behind her and snuggled back, surprised as she girl reciprocated and pulled her in more tightly.

"I can't remember the last time I felt this happy. I can't really remember the last time I felt happy. I wish I could just stay here, instead of having to go home and go to that fucking café in the morning."

Ruth bit her lip, silent for a moment. "You... Don't have to."

Ginette snorted. "Okay yeah, I don't have to, but I like eating. Also my milking machine breaks down all the time. That might be even more important."

"No, I mean... Do you have PayMe on your phone?"

"Uh, yeah, but..."

Ruth couldn't remember if she'd brought her phone up or not, but it was in her hand now along with Ginette's, furiously typing. Once she was done she handed Ginette's phone with its cracked screen back over. Ginette looked at it blearily, then gasped.

"T-ten thousand?"

"Well. Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine, and ninety-nine cents. Transfer limits."

"But you... I can't-"

"Of course you can. That should cover a few shifts, shouldn't it?"

Ginette had bolted upright now, tits bouncing and slapping off each other. "For sleeping with you? I'm not like that, that wasn't what this was!"

"No, that's not what- it's just a gift."

"This is way more than a gift. This is escort money. I'm not an escort. I'm not a whore just because I have four tits."

"No, Ginette, I'm not saying that, I swear! I just want to help you. And, um, make you an offer."

"What, to pay me for a few more sessions?"

"No. A-a job. I'm looking for a personal chef. This would be your signing bonus."

Ginette's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a chef."

"You work in a café. That fits, right? You can be my live-in chef, on salary. And, you know, what you do outside of your work, what we do together... That's not anyone's business, right? You can just do what makes you happy."

She thought about it. "But what if I don't want to do that sort of stuff. How long will I keep the job, huh? I've had shitty under-the-table jobs before."

"I'll write you a contract. Guaranteed, ten years."

"Really. You'll gamble ten years' salary on maybe getting to fuck me occasionally?"

"And fresh milk on tap. Totally worth it."

Ginette smiled. "You're crazy. Hey, from the looks of this place, you can afford it. And... I mean, if you're serious, that was wonderful. I'd like to have that again. It'd be nice to have the time for it, without working in that shitty place. Did you know the owner stares at my tits every time he visits?"

Ruth shrugged. "I don't blame him. Sorry, but your new boss is going to stare at your tits too."

"She's way hotter than him. Has a bigger dick, too."

The two giggled, then sat there looking at each other for a moment. Ginette broke the silence first. "So. Wow. I'm really doing this, huh. You said live-in? I get a room?"

"More than one, if you want."

"One's fine, unless we're sharing a bathroom."

"I have like ten of those, I think."

"Oh, cool. I should go get my stuff, then."

"Tomorrow."

Ginette's brow wrinkled, then she looked down between Ruth's legs, and grinned.

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

 

Ruth turned over the next day, rolling over into the space where Ginette had fallen asleep, but the early rising cow-lady had already made her way back home. Ruth rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then rolled back over to swing her legs over the side of the bed.

Her fuzzy head took a second to realise what was happening, but they were long. Long, lithe, shapely, and smoothly tan. They were also hard to see because her tits had bloated outrageously overnight and were consuming a substantial portion of her vision.

"Wow. Good morning, girls." She raised her hands and jiggled them against each other for a few moments, indulging in the size, then sighed and laid a hand on the jewel to reduce them back to a more manageable size.

Nothing happened. She tried again, concentrating hard, but her chest remained resolutely pneumatic. She quickly concentrated on her fingers to add a swirl of sparkling nail polish as a test, which appeared instantly, but her pleasure pillows refused to shrink.

It was concerning, but on the other hand, she had huge boobs. It wasn't really a problem. She stood up to start getting ready for the day, and became aware of some other things that had changed overnight. Her vantage point in the room was very different to how it was yesterday. Things, at least things she could see over the swell of her chest, were smaller, further away.

"Oohh. Oh boy. Um. I'm... probably not going to be able to fix that either, am I?"

A moment with the jewel confirmed that, yes, she was taller now, and it wasn't going away. She put it to the side of her mind for now and headed back to her own bedroom with its personal ensuite to wash off the residue of a night of delightful sin.

Out in the corridor she nearly screamed when she ran into Marie. The buxom maid had already been half a foot shorter than Ruth had made herself yesterday, but now Ruth towered over the girl. It was hard to tell but Ruth's breasts seemed bigger than Marie's now, too.

"Good morning Madame Schwartz! I met ze lady, um, ze new chef thees morning. She is very interesting, no?"

Ruth noted the tinge to the girl's voice. "Oh, Marie, don't worry. There's plenty of me to go around. Besides, she has her own supply of something that's almost as good for you."

It hadn't been, but now her orally-fixated maid's condition was fine with breast milk as well as semen - at least, in large amounts. The change took a few seconds to sink in, and then Marie blushed. "She makes milk? It, um... I need a lot of it. For it to work."

"Six gallons a day enough?"

Marie's eyes bugged. "B-bien. Zat would be more zan enough."

"For now, though, I was just about to have a shower. Are you hungry?"

 

Having Marie between her legs in the shower revealed the third change that had happened overnight. Some gentle encouragement from Marie's rack revealed that Ruth's cock was a mighty eighteen inches at its full erection. Predictably, it couldn't be shrunk below this. Marie didn't notice anything wrong, the jewel's magic working to rewrite her memory, and as Ruth considered the situation Marie was happily rubbing her face against the shaft and planting kisses along its length with her plush lips.

Towering over her lover, basting her white with spunk from her gigantic cock, her massive boobs bouncing and swaying in her lower vision, Ruth really couldn't find any issues with the situation.

Soon after, Ruth strode down the street, cheeks beet-red. She'd picked out her outfit in a fog of arousal, but in the morning light couldn't help feeling she'd gone too far. She wore a bright pink bra, a short white low-cut crop top, some scandalously tiny white denim booty shorts and a pair of pink flip-flops. Nothing more. That meant the sweep of her shoulders, the jiggling tops of her breasts, her perfect midriff, golden-tanned thighs and taut calves were on full display. What truly concerned her, though, was that the tight shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and everyone who passed her was treated to the impressive bulge left by her thick, flaccid penis and her pair of orange-sized nuts. She'd driven back to the campus, enjoying the quiet hum of her expensive electric car, but she still had to make her way through the campus, and she could feel every eye around her gazing upwards, awestruck by her oversized new body, the jiggle, sway and wobble of her chest, her hips or her bulge. She fluffed out her hair, longer and bigger and now a pale pastel purple, and strode resolutely forth.

She got to the room before Cotton did. A few of her classmates were milling around. One in particular, a slim dark-skinned girl with masses of thick black hair, looked her up and down and gave a low whistle.

"Looking daring, girl."

"Th-thanks."

The girl sighed. "You're so lucky. I wish I had anything half as interesting to show off. Fuck with people's expectations the way you can."

Ruth slipped her hand into a tiny pocket, a wry smile appearing on her face. The girl was wearing thin leggings, giving Ruth a perfect view of the penis and testicles slowly inflating into existence between her legs. A scrotum the size of a grapefruit was an obvious choice, and Ruth decided that this girl would be mostly show, with a five-inch flaccid dick that didn't get much past seven hard.

The girl coughed, and Ruth saw her junk twitch. "Girls like us, we've gotta stick together and support each other, you know? It's cool messing with people but I sometimes kinda wish it wasn't so obvious on me. I'm sure I'd feel different if I didn't have it though, right?"

Ruth chuckled, and patted the comforting weight of the jewel in her pocket. A crowd was building, some of them for Professor Cotton's "practical session," some just to gawp at the six-foot-eight tall astoundingly endowed futanari goddess. Ruth could see an array of hardening dicks, twitching thighs and heavy breathing as they watched her, and that was starting to rev up her engine as well. Her cock was just twitching its way to possibly freeing itself from its confines when her tiny, pulchritudinous professor finally arrived at the end of the corridor.

"Good morning everyone, I- goodness me, what's going on? You aren't all my students! Go away! Enrol next year if you want in."

Cotton glared up at Ruth as the students dispersed, although without any real anger. "You're a menace, Ruth. I swear I've never had so much interest in my classes until you joined. You're distracting."

Ruth allowed herself a wry smile, especially since she noticed that her impish lecturer wasn't too far away from blowjob height, and whether through accident or intent her eyes had drifted back down to Ruth's crotch.

"Sorry Cotton. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Oh, you'll find it in your balls to convince me to forgive you later. Now, get inside."

Ruth and her classmates shuffled inside the room, which turned out to have been one of the school's performance theatres. The floor was covered in padded mats, with a desk set up in one corner and a small shelf containing an array of colourful bottles. Underneath it were several cardboard boxes that, as one errant flap revealed, were full of sex toys.

"Remember, you're being marked on stamina, technique and generosity! It isn't just about getting yourself off but about getting everyone off! Now, strip!"

Cotton slipped off her suit jacket, revealing her overstuffed, close-to-bursting white dress shirt. Other students took the hint to begin undressing. The first time one of these events had occurred people were timid and unprepared and had taken ages to get fully naked, but by now the experienced students started the ball rolling for the new ones and the process was over within a few minutes, leaving a small group of nude students who began their work.

Ruth looked over the group, and immediately ideas on how to improve them bubbled up in her mind. There was the newly-minted trans girl she'd created just before, but everyone else was pretty... conventional. A brief moment of focus on the jewel on the strap around her neck and before her eyes the room began to shift into something a lot more interesting.

A man giving cunnilingus to a partner began to shift his technique as her mons expanded out into a thick, throbbing cock. Ruth noticed his discomfort as the shift occurred, and cast her thoughts back to the first idea she'd had to deal with a distaste for cock. She grinned as his demeanour shifted from disgust to enjoyment to hunger as an addiction to semen, the same as her buxom maid's but even stronger, sunk its claws into his mind. As the addiction grew, so did his penis, the shaft lengthening out until it would have reached to just under his chin if he were sitting, his testicles inflating to match. Flesh expanded out in his crotch too, as glands expanded into visibility.

A lifetime spun into existence over the course of a few seconds. Unlike Marie, his cravings never got too bad before he discovered their source, and his own supply kept him mostly sated at first. Even as his semen production expanded, though, along with his cock growing ever closer to his mouth, his own cum just wasn't enough to curb his rapidly growing hunger - and he started seeking it elsewhere. By the time of his enrolment in Professor Candy's Sex and Sexuality course, he was a proud and dedicated cocksucker. His lips plumped and thickened around his partner's shaft as if to make the final cap on his new life.

Ruth grinned watching her new creation get to work on the thick slab of futa cock in front of him, completely unaware of the ripples of change radiating out from her. The jewel found the path of least resistance to making her whims into reality. One crippling semen addiction could just be a freak of nature. Two, of the same condition, in two utterly unrelated people - that meant it was something more common. Hundreds of people had their lives rewritten to account for the insatiable addiction to cum they'd developed, overfull breasts inflating from nowhere, gigantic penises suddenly appearing in pants.

Ruth knew none of this, but she was certainly proud of what she'd created. She moved on, slowly stroking herself as she watched her next cluster of classmates. Two girls shared the cock of a man who was lying back against a cushion - enjoying himself, if not earning full marks on his exam. He was a decent size, at least for someone who hadn't been around Ruth for any length of time, but his two lovers were getting in each others' way. As they licked at either side of the shaft it started to pulse and expand, not just growing longer but substantially thicker by the second. Just as it hit around three times its original girth it suddenly split apart into two separate, thirteen-inch-long cocks. His scrotum divided until two sets of oversized balls bobbled off each other, hanging from the base of his twin shafts. His eyes went wide and he shuddered as two sets of sensation suddenly began to assault him, his lovers now able to give him a stereo blowjob.

Ruth looked over the two girls servicing him, her mind ticking over on fun things to do with them. She decided one of them, a larger girl with a fairly unimpressive chest, would do much better as a larger girl with an extremely impressive chest. As she watched the girl's chest expand beneath her blouse, she wondered what the girl would look like as a much larger girl, too. The girl's heavy figure began to expand and extend upwards, shifting her position in front of him to hunching over as she had to bend down to reach him with her mouth. Behind her her large but flat butt ballooned outwards, both backwards and to the sides, and her chunky thighs tightened into thick, curvaceous trunks appropriate for holding a body three times its previous weight. The girl grunted and stood up to her full new seven-foot height. Her breasts curved down and out, the bulk of their beach-ball mass around her navel, extending forward a foot and a half from her body and the same distance out each side from her waist, before joining enormous hips the same width holding titanic buttocks that bounced and jiggled with her every movement.

Ruth grinned as she dropped the entire weight of her new boobs into the man's lap, smothering even his oversized cock in gelatinous, wobbling tit-meat. Her partner stared, briefly stunned by the size of her cock-mate's chest, not noticing as the size relative to her started to increase. Ruth watched as the girl shrunk down, though only in height - her chubby curves stayed resolutely wide and even, with a hungry push from Ruth, began to expand at the same rate she contracted. She dwindled back into herself, inch by inch, every moment accompanied by a surge of expansion in her hips, her breasts, her buttocks, her thighs, until the girl was no more than three feet tall and so absurdly curvaceous that from a distance, between her fat breasts and round hips her midsection could have been almost circular. Standing, rather than kneeling, she pushed forward around the tall girl's breasts to grab her quarry's right shaft. A final addition rolled from her mouth, a three-foot long, prehensile, heavily-muscled tongue, that wrapped around the cock in a moist, sloppy strokejob.

A tall, muscular man found his pecs melting into a pair of large, firm breasts, his body smoothing and plumping, his testicles retreating up into his body replaced by a puffy slit. Ruth watched the boy with the bubble butt grinding on the new futa, the way his ample ass bounced and jiggled, and an idea took hold. His ass began to inflate with each bounce, each slosh of flesh pushing out and returning with more padding. As he grew, his skin began to shift colour, starting with what looked like a simple blush but spreading and deepening until a patch of pure pink began to spread across his body. Once it had covered his now-gigantic ass, the jiggling changed. His cheeks were firmer, but also bouncier, each shake delivering even more motion to his curves. It spread across to his erect dick, which began to expand, but also to move differently - stiffer at the base where the pink blush was creeping up. He gripped it as the wave of colour made its way to the tip, pulling it to a full twelve inches long, making clear that it no longer moved like a normal cock - its skin didn't move, and it didn't bend or bow as much. His partner ran her hands across his rump, smooth and cool, as if instead of flesh it was made of silicone rubber.

If the change bothered the now-rubber boy he didn't show it. He bounced and jiggled with even more enthusiasm in his partner's lap as the rubber spread up his body. What little hair he had disappeared into smooth pink plastic as it advanced past his stomach and his chest, his nipples forming into hard nubs, skin reshaping into perfect moulding. It advanced up, past his neck, spreading across his face. His lips plumped and the inside of his mouth reformed into a long, flexible, ribbed tunnel leading deep down into his body. The final touch was his short, swoopy hair being locked into a solid chunk of plastic, leaving his entire body a living bright-pink silicone rubber sex toy. He pushed back against the futa, grinding her cock between his rubber butt and her stomach.

"Come on, baby, I didn't get my ass turned into the world's best pocket pussy just to grind on people. Put it in me. I'm made to be fucked."

Ruth smiled a little at that comment. She'd certainly had fun dreaming up the exact configuration of moving ribs and nodules that lined the tunnel from his mouth to his rear, and he seemed to be proud of it. He was enough of a freak that his current state was something he'd done to himself, not a curse to which he was subject. Even the downsides of his transformation, like the fact that the twelve-inch dildo into which he'd turned his dick maintained its shape permanently and felt to him like a constant, raging erection, were either worth the upsides or something he actively enjoyed. She walked across to him and watched his eyes, white plastic with black painted pupils, fix on her hard-on, even as he continued to rub up and down the shaft behind him.

"Oh yes. Please tell me you're here to shove every inch of that beautiful thing inside me."

She grinned. "Oh? Is that something you'd enjoy?"

"Lady, look at me. Do you think someone would fucktoyify themselves because they like a casual fling every so often?" His face was less capable of expression than it had been, but every inch of the glistening pink plastic communicated pure lust. "I want to be used. Just fucking... ream me out, dump every ounce of cum you've got inside me and throw me aside. I asked them if they could take away my ability to think but they said there were "ethics restrictions." Fucking cowards."

He leaned forward and planted a kiss at the very tip of Ruth's throbbing cock. Of course, his mouth wasn't warm, but it was wet - thanks to the lubrication he constantly leaked along the length of his internal toy. He opened his mouth wide, showing off the gently pulsing and rippling texture of his throat, then grinned at her.

"Come on, you know you want to-guk"

His eyes turned back up in his head as Ruth grabbed him and shoved his face unceremoniously down on her dick, spreading him apart in nearly an instant. He visibly shuddered in pleasure as she worked more of herself down inside him, slippery lube letting her slide down almost without resistance until eighteen inches of fat futanari cock speared him from his lips to the middle of his stomach. She pulled back and rammed him again, his eyes rolling in the back of his head and gurgling, choking noises issuing from the shiny entrance to his body. She knew he wasn't actually choking - he didn't breathe - but he made the noises out of encouragement. While he didn't breathe, he could cum, and soon spasms of orgasm wracked his synthetic body each time she completed a few strokes in and out. Through intent or instinct, though, he remained still enough where it counted to continue being used, and soon Ruth was gripping either side of his head and growling as load after hypersensitive load belched in heavy ropes straight down inside the toy-boy, building up under pressure and squirting from out of his gigantic, wobbling butt onto the stunned futanari who had been receiving the lap dance from him. Ruth withdrew from him once she'd recovered her senses, trailing strings of cum. His eyes blinked absent-mindedly. Cum bubbled from his mouth as he muttered "Th-thank yooo..." before dissolving into further moans as his dickgirl ride pushed herself up into him, slamming against him with an almost savage need.

Two girls locked in fervent scissoring received upgrades as well. One's less than gifted chest expanded outrageously, the pale flesh growing plump and fat and traced with faint veins, soon joined by a second pair underneath to turn her into the same sort of quad-breasted lactating cowgirl as Ginette. Her partner's ample breasts were joined by a third growing into existence between them, as well as two more arms sprouting from halfway down her torso to give her enough equipment to handle the first girl's orgasmically-sensitive chest. She advanced towards the pair with hungry eyes when she heard a thump from behind her. The trans girl who'd complimented her earlier had apparently had a brief turn of dizziness and fallen over, Cotton rushing in to check on her.

"Oh dear... Stayed up all night "studying" by the looks of it. She needs to go see the nurse."

Ruth raised her hand. "I'll take her, professor. I'm sure I can make up for the session later."

"Oh you certainly will, girl. But yes, if you could, that would be great."

Ruth threw the girl over one shoulder, willing her erection back down until it fit back in her tiny shorts, then stepping out of the rutting orgy and making her way through the university's halls to the on-campus clinic. At her size the woman's weight was barely noticeable, and she could drink in the gawping stares as she bounced along the corridors. She was getting comfortable with the amount of her body she was showing, the effect she had on other people. She almost wanted to see the reaction if she let herself expand out of her bottoms again, but before she could carry the thought out she was at the clinic.

She let the jewel's power flow through her again as an idea struck her, and within moments the sound of moaning issued out from behind the clinic door. Ruth knocked on the door with a grin, prompting a frantic "j-just a minute, hol-doh, oh n-noo, ohhhhh-" before a series of thumps, moans and choking noises. There was a few moments of silence, then footsteps and the door opening a crack.

"Yes, hello?"

"Hi, uh, I have a student here who needs some medical assistance."

The door opened, allowing Ruth to walk in and place the girl on a bed. Behind her, a nurse was furtively rearranging her glossy white uniform over a body that filled every available inch of space in it, particularly her spectacular freckle-dusted chest. She made an effort to tug down the skirt that was part of the whole ensemble, but it was ludicrously short and resisted her attempts. She had masses of curly ginger hair and her pretty freckled face was only marred by deeply dark-circled eyes.

"What happened?" The nurse was twitchy, hurried, and her breathing was rapid. Ruth shrugged, watching the woman's hips jerk.

"Don't know."

The nurse shrugged. "Oh well, the cure's the same anyway." The nurse looked Ruth up and down, raising her eyebrows. "You're from Cotton's class, aren't you? Maybe you can help me out."

Before Ruth could even answer the nurse had hitched up her skirt, revealing a bobbing length of flaccid penis that sat atop a huge scrotum, tight, bulging and lumpy as though it was packed full of egg-sized orbs.

"One load of my jizz and she'll be totally fine. Don't ask me why, but my cum is a panacea for every kind of minor ailment imaginable, and an excellent pain reliever. And I have-" she winced, "lots to spare."

Ruth decided to play along. "Wow, are they all testicles?"

The nurse nodded. "Sixteen of them, last time I counted."

"That must keep you busy."

"Ugh. You have no idea. I have to cum every fifteen minutes or it starts to ache." She shuddered as a string of precum dripped from the end of her cock onto the tile. "Also I leak. All the time. Anyway. Enough about me. You want to give me a hand getting ready for a load?"

"A hand?" Ruth mimed gripping and shaking her closed fist, making the nurse snort with a laugh. "I mean, that would be fine, but this will be quickest and easiest if, well..."

Watching the woman's eyes on the shelf of her prodigious bust was all the further information Ruth needed. She knelt down at the unoccupied side of the bed, the nurse giddily leaping up and sitting with Ruth between her legs. Ruth treated her to the slow, luxurious sight of slowly peeling up her tight top, lifting up the whole mass of her oversized breasts, then tugging one side and the other to let them fall one by one with a fleshy flop against her chest. She grabbed them, hands sinking in deeply, and began to bounce and slap them against each other, exulting in the woman's stare as they sloshed from side to side in heavy waves.

She dropped them down to smother the nurse's lap, feeling the boiling heat of the well-endowed woman's overactive ballsack pressing against the underside of her mounds. She jiggled them around again, soft skin sliding over the nurse's most sensitive parts, grinning as the girl writhed and bucked underneath her. She'd been underappreciating her breasts as a sexual force in favour of the other changes to her body, and she was enjoying drawing so much pleasure from her lover with just her mounds. She pushed them together, smothering the girl's shaft, rubbing and bouncing them in slow, deliberate motions. Up and down as a unit, then rolling the shaft back and forth, then in slow circles, all while hearing the nurse's breathing deepen and rattle until, after an unexpectedly short time, she suddenly shrieked and bucked up against Ruth's chest, shooting a fat rope of thick cum up into the air and across the stunned goddess. She shuddered and whined through each of the whole-body contractions that accompanied each surge of her orgasm, until she collapsed back with a luxuriant sigh, leaving Ruth sitting between her legs basted in her jizz. As soon as she managed to pick herself back up, her eyes went wide realising her mistake.

"Ohhh. Oh. Sorry. Um. I don't get a lot of warning. Can we... try again?"

 

Three more tries and a dozy, satisfied nurse later, they were finally able to give the girl her medicine and astonishingly, it did help her recover. Ruth left as the girl from her class was bending over the clinic desk in preparation for another load of revitalising cum, her breathing heavy and her skin sweating after tending to the greedy nurse's need for so long without any release herself. She briefly went to use the jewel to suppress her need, but then stopped, and looked around.

She could do whatever she wanted. She didn't have to hide anything. Privacy and shame were things the people around her either didn't have or didn't need, and she could take them away. It could be totally normal for someone to come around the corner and find an impossibly tall goddess jerking off her enormous cock. Or, she realised, grinning and gripping the jewel, it could still be shocking - but in a good way. She took a deep breath and stepped into the main university quad, extracting her erect shaft from its too-small prison and gently starting to stroke it in full view of three or four wandering students. Her command spread out from her and sank into their realities. She felt their eyes fix onto her, but there were no screams, no blushes, just... interest. Intrigue. Happy and reverential, as though they were appreciating her decision to jerk off in front of them, like sharing her body with them was a gift.

Staring, a man became bold enough to approach her, catching her eye as she pleasured herself. Already slight, he slimmed down even further, except for his hips, which expanded until they strained at his jeans, then pushed even further, the fabric painstakingly making way for an outrageously round rump and curvaceous hips. His hair cross-faded to a forest green, sprouting in waves from his head and growing fast enough to tumble down his back like it was being released from a hair tie. She stared at his newly-beautified face and outrageously curvy trunk, her hands moving faster, mouth open in hunger, before howling and loosing an immense load of spunk straight at him. He looked surprised but not unhappy as rope upon rope of her thick cum coated his face and slim chest, contentedly letting her glaze him with goopy love. The others in the quad looked on approvingly, clapping and cheering for him, then turning back to Ruth with admiration and hunger.

Ruth gripped the jewel, grinning as her cock throbbed back to hardness and the people approaching her began to transform as well. A short blond girl stretched upwards a little with each step she made towards Ruth. Her midriff emerged from underneath her shirt, her calves creeping out from under the cuffs of her jeans, her clothing tightening all over as her body expanded. Before she'd crossed half the quad she was closer to seven feet tall than six, the buttons of her blouse straining to hold breasts that swelled forward with every bounce. Ruth allowed her clothes to grow with her just at the point where her giant body threatened to burst every stitch, leaving the girl's demure blouse and sensible skirt a crop top and miniskirt that covered only the barest fraction of her as she continued to grow. She left tall behind and reached truly Amazonian, easily a foot above even Ruth's tremendous height with no sign of stopping. By the time she stood in front of Ruth, she would have been peering down from more than two feet above the top of Ruth's head - except for the fact that her gigantic breasts were blocking almost her entire view of anything directly in front of her. They were the size of beanbag chairs, held in place only by the few overstressed strips of fabric that were what remained of her blouse, a tiny crop top that just barely came down to below her nipples, meaning Ruth looked up into a vast field of wobbling underboob.

The remaining two were a couple who had strolled onto the quad holding hands, both of their gazes locking to Ruth's body. They pulled closer together as they watched her, holding each other tighter and tighter until it became apparent that they weren't just hugging, they were merging. Their bodies sunk into each other, heads sliding until they were side-by-side on the same set of shoulders. Their arms rearranged until they had two pairs on the one torso, though their legs merged entirely together leaving them with just the two. Her breasts expanded and took place on their newly shared chest, while his penis migrated to replace her clitoris in a new set of shared hybrid genitals. Their new body was curvaceous and feminine, save for nine inches of erect cock, and their four hands roamed all across it as they approached Ruth as well, two palming and squeezing their breasts while the other pair gently explored their dripping pussy and the pulsing meat extending out from above it.

The giantess walked behind Ruth, the back of her head and shoulders sinking into the massive mounds of her outsized tits, the girl's enormous hand wrapping around her cock. The conjoined couple climbed up, their pert butt gliding along the length of her shaft as well until she was sandwiched between the three. They took each of the giant girl's nipples into their mouths, using their lower two arms to squeeze and grope Ruth's breasts. The giant girl grinned and loosened her grip on Ruth's shaft, instead grabbing the conjoined couple's shared ass cheeks and squeezing them together, slowly pumping them along the pulsing meat. It didn't take long before Ruth approached the crest of her second orgasm, but not before the giantess pushed the conjoined couple forward, letting Ruth's dick swing up between them as the sensation gripped her mind and she started to cum.

Her lovers marvelled at the gouts of spunk that shot into the air at incredible velocity, arcing back down and splattering across the three of them leading to them locking their lips together to share it with one another. Ruth couldn't even pay attention to the sight as her orgasm completely robbed her of her ability to think. When she came to, though, her conjoined lovers had left their perch and were crouched next to the green-haired femboy, who was panting in almost pained lust as his testicles expanded. The smooth sack was swelling like a water balloon on a faucet, and after only a minute or two each orb was the size of a orange. Ruth watched in interest, until she realised that she'd never tried to make this change happen. Out of shock she touched the jewel with her mind and went to make it stop... and they continued to grow. Ruth was powerless to do anything about it as they grew until a pair of honeydew melon-sized testicles hung low and deeply from his crotch. Nobody else recognised anything wrong, of course, and both halves of the newly-joined couple were indulging in the boy-toy's newly expanded assets.

Something else was happening as they played with him, though. As if in response to their inability to play with him and entertain themselves at the same time, the flesh on the side of their torso, just below their armpits, began to ripple and then stretched out, forming a second pair of slender arms that rose up to grab and squeeze their breasts. They didn't seem surprised or upset by the change, and their arms moved as though they'd been moving four arms for their entire life.

Ruth considered it a little in her post-orgasmic haze, and then went cold. Reaching out with the jewel, she found herself unable to return their arms back to how they were either. Two changes had happened to other people without her command, and she couldn't do anything to put it back, despite knowing she was somehow responsible. She turned and sprinted out of the quad, leaving her lovers blinking in confusion for a moment before returning to each other.

 

Ruth grappled with the horrible feeling that she knew what was happening as she walked back to her car. She needed to test it. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bright-pink uniform, and within moments the Mobile Sexual Release Officer, a curly-haired redhead with wide hips and a squeaky voice, was bent over a bench, accepting the full length of Ruth's penis with ease - loud, shuddering ease, but ease nonetheless. Her own rigid length throbbed and lurched with each thrust of Ruth's cock inside her, and before long was pulsing long, thick jets of cum across the bench seat as she shuddered in high-pitched orgasmic bliss. Ruth's own release followed soon after, another of her ultra-powered, mind-breaking orgasms that never became less intense or even easier to deal with, leaving her spasming in useless stupor unloading a full half a litre of spunk into the public-use fucktoy. When she regained her senses, panting and sweating, still half-inside the futanari floozy, she looked down and gasped as she saw the girl's pale cheeks expanding before her eyes. Flesh swelled outwards in spasmodic waves until the bottom-heavy girl's already-ample rump had doubled in size.

She gripped the edges of the back of the bench, squealing in pleasure. One hand moved back and sunk into the flesh of one of her buttocks.

"P-please, spank mee! Smack my ass!"

She shook her hips from side to side, her cheeks wobbling and clapping, but Ruth was stepping back, her cock rapidly going flaccid, her breath harsh and cold in her chest. She was doing something - something she couldn't control. She turned and fled, leaving the sex officer wiggling and whining, not even going back to her car but running desperately until she burst back into the front door of her mansion and dropped to her knees, heaving with exhaustion and shaking in terror.

"Miss Schwarz?"

Ruth looked up and saw Marie advancing towards her, but from her vantage point on the floor she could only tell it was Marie because of her maid uniform. She couldn't see the girl's face past her enormous chest, even bigger than it had been that morning, projecting outwards in a shelf of tit and bouncing up and down in a weighty wave together with each clack of the girl's heels on the tiles.

Oh fuck. I've made her tits even bigger!

She rose up and pushed past Marie in rising panic, thudding up the stairs two at a time, wincing as her own oversexed body bounced and jiggled, burst into her bedroom and flopped down onto the bed.

I'm... this thing is contaminating people.

She turned over, looking down across her body - the body that she'd partially designed herself, but also that she'd had thrust upon her by the mercurial whims of the jewel. It wasn't that she was unhappy with it - in fact, in many ways it was more what she wanted than she'd been willing to admit to herself. Bigger, taller, sexier, more commanding, enormous breasts and the powerful erection rising out of the bottom of her too-small shorts...

She bit her lip, waving away the scant white denim and wrapping a hand around the base of her dick. She could keep it to herself. Just let the jewel change her, stop it from reaching anybody else. Stay here in this room and mould and play with herself forever. Watching her giant dick rise to hardness over the vast swell of her breasts was making that an attractive prospect. She started to pump, her left hand rising up to sink into the soft flesh of her chest, closing her eyes and letting herself fall into the exquisite pleasure of her jewel-born body.

Feeling the tension and anxiety wash away with her new decision was so good that she didn't even change herself, merely closing her eyes and stroking. Her reverie was only broken when she heard a throaty moan from between her legs and bolted upright to see Marie staring lustily at her over her newly-expanded sea of cleavage.

"Mmm, oh, yes please, madame. I am so 'ungry..."

Panic gripped Ruth's mind but it was too late - she was already so close, feeling the first tingles of her impending orgasm, and watching Marie's gigantic breasts bobble underneath her soft face with its thick, glistening lips was pushing her over the edge even with her arm flung desperately to the side. The pleasure gripped her mind and with horrid resignation, she shrieked and shuddered as she started to cum.

By the time she was conscious again, she opened her eyes to Marie, every visible inch covered in streaks of thick jizz, happily scooping it off her cleavage and licking it from her hands. Ruth panted, staring, waiting for the moment when Marie changed again, but by the time her buxom maid managed to diligently clean every drop into her mouth, nothing had changed. Marie saw Ruth staring, curled the corner of her mouth into a smile, and reached down to heave one of those mouth-watering breasts out of her uniform.

"Do you 'ave anuzzer meal for me, madame?"

 

Two more meals for the semen-addicted maid later, Ruth leaned back at her dining table with the sounds of kitchen work filtering behind her. Whatever strange effect had occurred from earlier seemed to have worn off - Marie didn't change a bit from her current state. If anything, she seemed even happier with her body now than she was before - she was taking every possible opportunity to tease Ruth with her new breasts as she cleaned, and Ruth now sat at the dinner table uncomfortably erect.

A door at the back of the room opened and Ginette walked out holding a silver tray. Her new job appeared to be suiting her mood well. She smiled, with a bounce in her step, though a small enough one to not send her weighty chest too out of control. She wore a chef's jacket with a large cowprint apron.

"Dinner's served, boss."

"Gin, you don't have to keep wearing cowprint for me, you know."

A small blush coloured her mocha cheeks. "It's not for you. I- I like it. The whole cowgirl thing is hot. Makes me feel like less of a freak. I don't really want to wear it outside, but if I can't wear it here, where can I? Although," she stopped, putting down the tray and gazing at Ruth's throbbing shaft, "it doesn't hurt that it does that to you. I like you enjoying the view of your sexy cowslut."

Ruth let out a little groan of delight while Ginette laid out the food, as well as a large jug dripping with condensation. "Now, I've kept a bunch of milk in the fridge for you, but I was thinking about it, and I thought you might want the choice of having it... on tap, as well."

She winked, pulling aside her chef's jacket and letting a heavy, pendulous breast flop out onto Ruth's shoulder. Ruth enjoyed the contrast between Marie's and Ginette's breasts- Marie's were high and firm, keeping far more of their shape than anything of that size deserved, while Ginette's hard-working matronly mounds held a sag and hang that created an absolutely delicious teardrop shape that only became more pronounced when they were full. Also, there was twice as much of them, so there was a tremendous sense of value. Ginette's nipples were also huge, thick, pebbly and hard-working, surrounded by massive dark-brown areolas that carried their own lactational topography. Marie certainly had large nipples but they were dwarfed in comparison to the inch-and-a-half wide, two-inch long knobs that graced Ginette's endowments. The one next to Ruth's face was dripping a steady stream of milk.

"I haven't pumped in a while. Please tell me you're thirsty."

That was how Ruth found herself sucking greedily from Ginette while the quad-breasted mutant shuddered and moaned, gripped in a lactation orgasm that ebbed and surged with each squirt of cream, stroking herself as she filled her stomach with breastmilk. The rest of Ginette's breasts pressed against her head and shoulders, squishing and filling space against each other delightfully, leaking rivulets of milk across her body. She let herself sink into a trembling sea of cowgirl titflesh and lavishly wrapped her hand around her cock. Ginette's hands kept moving towards it but would fall short between trying to navigate around her mounds and the periodic spasms of orgasmic pleasure that Ruth's nursing provided her. Halfway through switching to a second teat, Ruth's own orgasm surged, the nipple dropping from her mouth as the wave of paralysing pleasure crashed through her body, and by the time she began to stir from her post-cum coma Ginette was already heaving her breasts back into her jacket, wiping them off with a teatowel. Ruth smiled dozily until she felt her heart skip a beat.

Flesh was bulging against the jacket, even moreso than it had been before. As she buttoned up they visibly swelled up, the fabric pulling to drum tightness until it sat several inches further out than it had previously. Ginette turned to Ruth with wry smile, a tiny pair of pointed horns poking out from her curly hair.

"Well, I guess I can't rely on one person to keep these things completely drained, huh? Ten gallons a day is a bit much for even the thirstiest pervert."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's happening again?! What the fuck? I thought it stopped, I thought it stopped...

She turned and padded back into the kitchen, a small fur-tipped tail swishing above her buttocks. Ruth sat for a moment and leapt up from the seat, bounding out with long strides into the main hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms, where she found Marie fluffing the pillows on a guest bed. Marie turned with a surprised smile.

"Madame? What is the matter?"

Ruth looked her up and down. Aside from her expanded breasts, she couldn't see any other changes about her maid. She took in the maid's overripe body for a moment, then decided to take a risk.

"Marie, I was wondering if you felt like giving me a tittyfuck?"

 

After unloading a pint and a half of jizz across her maid's face and chest, Ruth was able to watch the girl enthusiastically clean herself off without transforming any further. Ruth sat in a lounge chair in the guest bedroom, thinking deeply and mulling over what was happening.

Marie changed earlier in the morning, and hasn't since. Ginette changed tonight. Those people in the quad changed right then. Marie was between them and Ginette but didn't change... She'd already changed. Maybe it can't happen twice...

She briefly considered testing Ginette, but if she was wrong she didn't want her cowgirl chef to change any further. She lifted herself out of the seat and ran outside, sliding into her roadster and tearing off back towards the campus, willing the jewel to allow her to run into one of the bystanders she'd transformed earlier.

Fate rearranged to put the green-haired feminine man with the enormous round butt and gigantic testicles near the campus parking lot, sitting on a public bench being gently stroked by a pink-uniformed orgasm patrol officer. Thick, turbid pre-cum poured from the end of his twitching eight-inch penis, each stroke of the free-use futanari's delicate long-nailed hand prompting a huge glob of the stuff to belch from his too-small dickslit into a viscous puddle on the sidewalk in front of him. Strings of gooey fluid stretched all the way down from his shaft and across his scrotum to the ground. Ruth knelt down next to the pair, pushing the MSRP officer's hand away and replacing it with her own, grinning at the sight of her comparatively giant hand from her immense size enveloping the femboy's glistening dick.

His eyes fluttered at the change of sensation, then went wide as he realised he was looking down at Ruth's Amazonian body, and within seconds he began to shake and shudder and then cum - an affair that involved several minutes of shrieking and firing high-velocity ropes of cum that went several feet away from his body. Ruth stood up, positioning her own now-erect cock at his plump lips, and before he'd quite recovered his composure pushed it straight down his throat.

Despite having just came, his choke of surprise came with a fat glob of precum from his shrinking cock, and he sank helplessly into Ruth stretching his throat while twitching and pumping out even more pre across his crotch and onto the ground. His throat was wet and tight around her oversized shaft but he was eager to be of use, and with a hand on either side of his head, Ruth slid herself in and out of his feminine mouth until she was dumping her own oversized load of spunk directly into his belly. His abdomen swelled with fluid at the same time as he fired off another of his own extended orgasms into the air between Ruth's legs, barely denting the pressure in his ultra-productive nuts.

She pulled out of his mouth, hissing with sensitivity, trailing spit and leftover spunk, and watched the reamed-out femboy for a few minutes. Her heart fluttered to a steady calm as she realised he remained unchanged. Watching his pretty, cum-streaked face as she took in the information, relieving her panic allowed her mind to move onto happier thoughts, like the things she wanted to do to this hot little femboy. She slid her hand down his smooth back and gripped one of his globular butt cheeks, her fingers sinking into overflowing, lewd flesh, watching his plump feminine lips drop open in surprise. His cock disgorged a sympathetic glob of precum.

"So. What's your name, cutie?"

"L-Lyra."

"Ooh, that's pretty. I'm Ruth. Do you have somewhere we could go and get to know each other a little better?"

Lyra nodded, and retrieved his clothes from beside the bench. A tank top sat loosely on his slim chest. A pair of tiny shorts might have been able to just been able to cover his rump had it not been for having to accommodate the obscene double-honeydew bulge of his testicles, but after stretching to fit them the rest disappeared between his cheeks. Ruth's eyes welded to the sight of his hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated feminine gait. The entire mass of both his cheeks and his scrotum bounced and bobbled with each step as she followed him back through the campus to the dorms, where he paused in front of his door. "My, uh, room-mate isn't here but they could turn up any time-"

"Cool. They can join in if they get back." Ruth casually slapped his barely-covered butt, making him jump and yelp. He unlocked the door, slipped out of his overtaxed shorts, then turned around and pushed his body against Ruth's, pressing his upper torso against the erect line of her cock, whimpering as the pressure in his balls combined with the feeling of Ruth's body to disgorge a massive gob of precum into his shorts. Ruth grabbed him by the butt, lifting him up against her, pulling up to the point where she could shove her tongue into his mouth. She walked him over to the bed, wiggling him into position at the tip of her dick, then plunged him down on her length.

Lyra squealed as a hard and fast orgasm wrung itself out of him, the immense pressure in his bouncing testicles forcing it up and across Ruth's face and body in a huge, thick spray. Ruth groaned, pushing up into him, her gigantic length stretching him apart each time his ass cheeks bottomed out against her. His oversized ball sack heaved up and down with each bounce, slapping heavily against Ruth's thighs. Precum sprayed up with each motion, flicking in thick beads as his cock swung up and down.

"Oh g-god, miss, you're so big, you're- uugh, so fucking big!"

"Don't stop, you fat-assed little slut, I'm... Oh fuck, I'm-"

Ruth shrieked and lost control of herself again, whiting out in one of her brain-wrenching orgasms. Lyra gasped and gurgled as fresh cum filled his insides, the sensation forcing its way into his brain and forcing out another, sympathetic orgasm from him soon after. He recovered faster than Ruth and took over the bouncing, forcing himself up and down on Ruth as she continued to shoot inside him, drawing out her orgasm beyond even its hyperaccelerated heights. Between the pair of them buckets of thick spunk were dripping down onto the floor, the mixed product of Ruth's unnaturally-extended climaxes and the overproductive balls she'd saddled the feminine little man with. Still, Ruth hadn't gone soft yet, and he was in no mood to stop being fucked.

He did, however, accidentally fall off Ruth's dick in the middle of a brain-melting orgasmic haze, right as she was approaching another orgasm. It was that point in time when the door of the dorm clicked and opened, a large, bearded person sidling in. Ruth tried to point her cock somewhere else, but was unsuccessful, groaning and firing off a minute and a half of her thick, high-powered cumshots directly over the stunned roommate, too dazed to do anything but let themself be coated in spunk.

"Wh-what the fuck?! How did this... What the fuck?!"

They looked down across their clothes, now practically glazed in Ruth's semen, and across the puddles of the stuff coating the floor of their dorm, in which Lyra was face-down and gurgling happily. As they looked, though, they began to change, their figure practically melted in their clothes, their bulk disappearing away, leaving them lithe and slim.

Their scowl turned into a wry smile, shrugging their now-overlarge clothes off, revealing the sweeping lines of their new body. Their skin grew more pale, their lips and nipples growing and darkening to a jet black to match the eyeliner they'd applied, now spreading to cover the entirety of the surroundings of their eyes and out into sharp wings. Their boxer shorts fell off their narrow hips, revealing their penis receding back between their legs, leaving a glistening pale pussy and a dark black clitoris. Their nails lengthened and darkened as well, along with the irises of their eyes. They shed their hair, replacing it on their head with grey tendrils which extended down to reach the line of their chest, before twitching and then flicking to prehensile life. Above their taut butt, two bumps formed and extended out into long tubes of grey flesh, curling out from behind them to the side, the ends forming into black phallic shapes covered by rubbery grey foreskin. They licked pointed teeth with a black tongue.

"You know I hate you getting jizz on the floor, Lyra. It gets cold - it's so much nicer fresh and warm." Their tail-tentacles lashed, their head tendrils slithering across each other. "I'd say you'd better have some more ready for me, but you always do, don't you, you slut?"

Their tongue extended even further from their mouth, licking up their cheeks where Ruth's cum had hit them and slurping it into their mouth with relish. "Mmm. I've seen you around the campus and wondered what you tasted like. You don't disappoint, you're delicious."

They stepped forward and one of their tails lashed out from behind them, wrapping twice around Ruth's shaft and positioning the tip right at the top of her cock. The pale, greyish skin slowly peeled back, revealing the fat, jet black, phallic head of the tentacle. The tip came into direct contact, and pushing down, expanded until Ruth's glans was pulled directly into it. Ruth's mouth dropped in both surprise and the sudden rush of sensation as the roommate's tentacle slithered inch by inch down the length of her penis in pulsating waves, bulging to fit her girth, until the writhing lips at its tip kissed her crotch.

The tentacle began to flex in a peristaltic motion, first squeezing in in waves that rolled from their back to the base of Ruth's cock, then back up, then in both directions. The tentacle began to twist in parts, creating zones of twist and counter-twist along its length, stimulating Ruth's shaft from all directions. The inside was not smooth - it was bumpy, and the bumps were rippling and writing in their own motion that didn't necessarily match that of the outside flesh. The total effect was like that of the world's best masturbation toy, and Ruth's body reacted to it with total enthusiasm.

As Ruth wiggled her butt on the bed, chest rising and falling as her breath quickened, the roommate's other tentacle slithered down to the huge cum puddle around Lyra and, dipping its tip in, began to slurp up gobs of the goo. They shuddered lasciviously, a deep and indulgent moan rolling from their throat.

"Oh yes, I can taste you in there. You're so different to Lyra. Stronger. And there's something... Alien. Something I've never tasted before. I want more."

They squeezed the tentacle that was wrapped around Ruth's cock, then pulled it off slowly, the jet-black end coming away with a pop and a string of clear precum, appearing to smack its lips as it withdrew into its sheath. They stepped forward and sank down to one knee, slowly, keeping their eyes locked with Ruth's as they gently kissed the moist tip of her dick.

"These tastebuds are more sensitive, and I get to do this." Their pointed teeth retracted into their mouth, leaving smooth, soft black gums, and their head tendrils thrashed to life and started to curl around the shaft in front of them. They suckled the tip into their mouth, thick black tongue sliding down the underside, their tendrils pressing in against and around it and slipping down until a couple began to probe underneath Ruth's balls, at the entrance to her vagina, while a slim hand rose up to cup and caress one of her testicles.

"Oooh, fuck, what are you- ah!" Ruth squealed as one of the roommate's tendrils snaked up her stomach and pressed into her breast, slowly wrapping around it and lifting it until moving around to the front and latching onto her nipple. Ruth slipped her hand around the back of their head, and they responded with a purr and slipped their head further down onto Ruth's shaft.

The inside of their mouth wasn't just wet, it was in a strange way vaguely slimy, as though it wasn't just filled with spit but with some sort of lubricant. Despite its girth, Ruth's dick slid right down their throat without a hint of resistance, although they stopped halfway down and let their head tendrils begin to tug and stroke, jerking Ruth off at the same time as sucking her and probing deep inside her pussy.

Ruth moaned and squealed, stroking the back of her lover's head, hips rolling against them as they worked diligently to get her off, and in no time at all she felt the stirrings of orgasm rolling their way up the underside of her cock, her breath catching as she tried to warn them, short staccato gasping half-words that only served to stir them on further until she grabbed either side of their head and began to twitch.

They immediately pulled up Ruth's dick until the tip sat in their mouth, waiting for it to twitch and pump the first thick load of delicious sperm into their mouth. They let it fill them, leaving it to savour the taste for a moment, then gulping it down in a well-practiced motion just in time for the next mighty heave of Ruth's pole and her second volley.

Ruth fell back on the bed, screaming in pure sensation as her shaft and slit were expertly pressed and teased by the roommate's skilled tentacles, somehow drawing her out to an even more powerful orgasm than her brain-melting normal, leaving her utterly comatose by the time she'd managed to squeeze out nearly twenty full ropes of spunk.

By the time she came to, the roommate's slim, pale butt was on her lap, Ruth's entire length swallowed up in their pussy, taking a special glee in slamming it up and down, rolling their hips and midriff with each stroke. While they took pleasure in Ruth's reactions they didn't seem to be taking any actual sensation from the act, able to fully concentrate on what they were doing.

They moved forward, the tentacles above their ass lashing forward to grab Lyra, who was pulling up unsteadily from the floor, pulling him towards them cock-first until his pole slipped into their throat. They used one tentacle to start planting sucking kisses across the expanse of his oversized testicles, and the other, wrapped around his waist to keep him locked in place, curled underneath and inserted itself between his globular ass cheeks, drawing out a moaning squeal from the femboy's delicate throat.

They flexed and wiggled backwards, swallowing Ruth's entire length between their legs on each stroke, then bouncing forward to press their lips against Lyra's pubic mound, tasting the rivers of prespunk that oozed out of both of their lovers at both ends of their body. They pushed their tentacle further into Lyra, making him squeal and disgorge another huge load of precum down their throat. His hands ran through his masses of forest-green locks for want of something to do as the pleasure flooded his body.

They replaced the tentacle stimulating Lyra's balls with their hands, cupping and lifting the gently gurgling mounds, and whipped that tentacle back around behind them, creeping it under Ruth's scrotum and sliding into her snatch. Her muscles squeezed and fluttered around it, desperately grasping at the slick, flexible intruder, her cock lurching and straining against its dripping confinement in sympathy.

Despite the additional focus they gave to Ruth, Lyra came again first, unable to hold back the pressure any longer and beginning to unload straight down his roommate's throat, who expertly began to gulp, massaging Lyra's cock as they did, prompting even bigger loads of sperm from the trembling boy with each lurch of his shaft. He was still shooting off when Ruth felt her own climax building, the empty, yawning feeling running down the underside of her shaft, and grabbed her lover's slim rump and slammed in to the very hilt before the pleasure gripped and squeezed her mind and immediately separated her body from her conscious control. Her freakish lover moaned, rolling their hips from side to side, squealing in crescendos that peaked with each enormous burst of Ruth's spunk.

They extracted themself from the tangle of flesh around the bed, sitting back against the wall in calm contentment, watching Ruth as she gradually regained the ability to move and speak. They were gently licking up one of their arms like a cat for stray drops of cum when Ruth groaned and sat back up.

"Loving the taste, darling. It's a shame the output's a little low."

"A... little low?" Ruth looked around at the devastation of the small dorm room. The roommate nodded.

"You're delicious, but I live off this stuff. I'm used to meals so big I can't fit back into my pants. You're more of a dessert."

Ruth's brow wrinkled for a minute as she regarded the person, who was grinning cheekily. "You want a big meal, do you?"

They slid down the wall a little bit, their tentacles gently undulating, still staring into Ruth's eyes. "Oh yes. I'm still hungry. It's a shame you can't give me what I need."

Ruth felt her hackles rise. "Oh, I can give it, but you might regret it."

"Ooh, aren't we confident? Okay, show me, I could deal with another slice of cake."

Ruth knew immediately it was a bad idea, but she got up and stepped forward, her indignation flowing into the jewel. She immediately felt its power build between her legs, concentrating in her testicles, where it surged for a few moments and then they began to swell. Ruth grimaced and groaned as the heat surged in waves, each one bringing an accompanying aching tightness and then a brief burst of growth. Her already-oversized orbs bloated inch by aching inch, audibly rumbling and groaning as Ruth's body began to process untold amounts of fluid. Ruth looked up with a struggled but triumphant smile, precum beginning to leak from the tip of her cock, and her balls continued to grow.

The cum-vore roommate's expression didn't change at first, given that to them, every single burst of Ruth's growth was how she'd been since they'd met. Eventually, though, as Ruth got ever bigger, their face contorted into mild confusion, then significant confusion. Their cocky teasing suddenly felt misplaced, unprompted. Their memories of what had just happened were in conflict with the rivers of boiling spunk that they could practically smell churning in front of them.

Ruth continued to grow, unsure at this point where the jewel's power was going to stop. Her testicles were each bigger than basketballs and showing no sign of stopping. Rivulets of clear slime belched from the end of her dick each time it throbbed, dripping down to the floor in a slow trail. She gently grabbed her dick and pumped once, shuddering as she disgorged an extra-large glob of pre and her balls tightened and swelled forward again. Her scrotum grew to ensure her new endowments had plenty of space, thick and loose around the enormous mounds, allowing them to hang low from her crotch.

They advanced further, swelling out and creeping down, the wrinkled extent of her sack level with her knees, Ruth panting and sweating as the waves of tightness continued without abating. After what felt like hours, but in reality was less than a few minutes, the rate finally seemed to be slowing down, but not before each hot, churning, drum-tight orb was bigger than a beach ball, resting comfortably on the ground in its loose, billowy skin, gurgling loudly. Precum poured in unceasing waves from Ruth's cock, interspersed periodically with even bigger globs that made her shake and yelp each time, belching ounces of fluid that dripped and rolled from the glistening head of her dick. The roommate's breathing was shallow, catching slightly, their mouth hanging open in shock, before they almost unthinkingly dove forward and took Ruth's slick cock halfway down their throat in a single motion.

Resting fully on the upper curve of Ruth's testicles, they shuffled forward, desperately cramming more and more of her meat in their mouth, arms sinking into the spongy flesh as they held themself up. Their back tentacles lashed out and wrapped around Ruth's waist, giving them more leverage to pull and get the last few inches of Ruth down their mouth, their internal lubrication mixing with the thick layer of prespunk coating her shaft to ensure it moved down without even a hint of resistance. Ruth squealed at the sudden assault of pleasure, and then began babbling as their lover's throat started to pulse and ripple around her. Their head tentacles crept down and around again, gently brushing against the skin of Ruth's scrotum and up her stomach, their eyes crossing and then closing in pure satisfaction. Even just the flavour of Ruth's new precum was stronger than anything they'd ever had in their life.

Ruth grunted, trying to get on top of the sensations, then slid her hand behind the person's head, interlocking her fingers with their tendrils which slid and rippled between them as their mouth worked its magic. Ruth could already feel the orgasmic sensation building inside her, compounded by the immense pressure that gallons and gallons of cum were placing on her body. Her lover felt the flow of precum abate a bit as Ruth's muscles began to tighten in preparation for what was coming. Ruth thought she was close, but each time she thought she was about to cross the line, it somehow built even further.

"I... ugh... t-this was... a mistake... I'm-I'm gonna, I-I-I-c-caaan't, I'm-FUCK"

Ruth screamed. The final wave of tightening muscles went on for even longer, so long that it began to hurt, before finally, blessedly, the floodgates opened. Had her lover not been anchored to her body by their tentacles, they likely would have been blasted straight off Ruth's shaft by the sheer force of her first cumshot. The thick gunk blasted out of Ruth at the velocity of a fire hose, stretching out the roommate's throat and then their entire body, their midsection immediately bloating out with the sheer volume of spunk being pumped into them. Ruth screamed again, even louder, shooting off a second load that was even bigger and stronger. This time, her lover's eyes didn't close, they snapped wide open as they choked and attempted to gain some sort of control over the flood of goo surging into their body, and failed.

Ruth continued to shriek and scream as her body unloaded every last ounce of the load she'd accidentally given herself, her muscles locking and spasming as hyper-accelerated pleasure carpet-bombed her brain and her helpless lover could do nothing but choke and swell, their stomach already half as big as one of Ruth's balls. Just like their growth, Ruth's balls took their time to unload, but even longer than their growth had taken. Ruth spent the next full hour alternately shrieking, sobbing and howling as the enormous pent-up orgasm her fury had supplied her with painstakingly forced itself out of her body. She passed out somewhere inbetween the twenty-fifth and thirtieth minute of orgasm, still cumming uncontrollably.