The Way Things Are

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"R-rani, is that..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, slut?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ugh, fuck me, not you too?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zsere sniffed. "You'd fuck anyone."

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


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

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

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

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

"Gooood morning, hermy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're welcome to it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

"Zsere! I'm PREGNANT!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's just the way things are.

Futanari World: Kelly's Diagnosis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seventy minutes?"

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

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

"Disability?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, shit, really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Friends like us?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Shouldn't we have called first?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm kind of busy-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sadira?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kelly what the fuck happened?"

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

"I... I grew."

Lab Accident 2 - Reproducible

(Warning: just like the first Lab Accident, here there be freakiness.)



The iron gate creaked as Theresa swung it open, navigating Olivia's wheelchair up the steps to the front door of Dr. Hill's rowhouse. It was the middle of the day and civilian traffic was blessedly low, giving the girls a rare chance at a private moment outside.

Theresa did her best to ignore the stares, the mumbled comments and occasionally the screams, and generally just tried to go out as little as possible. She looked back at the massive, billowing skirt covering the second torso jutting out from where her buttocks should have been, curving down several feet behind her into a second pair of legs bent at the waist, like a human centaur.

She could feel the pendulous swaying of the four breasts on her lower torso as she walked, swinging like grotesque udders, and the gelatinous bobbing of the basketball-sized rack that adorned her chest. Olivia had drained them before the pair left, but in a few hours all six of her breasts would be tight, swollen and aching with milk.

Olivia had an easier time hiding her mutated form but found herself more restricted. The wheelchair hid the fact that she no longer had legs, but rather a long, fleshy, serpentine tail. Baggy shirts and sweaters hid three large breasts and a second pair of arms, which were often used simply to hold down the two long cocks which sprouted from above her pussy.

"So why do you think Dr. Hill messaged us?" Theresa was awkwardly trying to manoeuvre her arms around her jiggling bust, which bounced up and down AND left to right with each step, dragging her thick nipples against the front of her dress.

"Not sure, but it sounded important." Olivia was sweating, not from the heat, but from her libido. Theresa had problems with her erogenous zones, but there was literally no part of Olivia's body that wasn't almost painfully sensitive to stimulation, and she spent most of the day on a slow burn of arousal. "Maybe he- err, she, found a way to cure us?"

They rang the doorbell. There was a brief commotion of noise from inside, a pause, and then the door opened a crack. Theresa coughed. "Dr. Hill? It's us."

"Olivia? Theresa? Is that you? Come in, quickly."

The two girls were immediately taken back as they entered the front hallway by two things; the dishevelled, bizarre appearance of their former supervisor, and the thick gobs of drying and fresh cum that covered the house.

The explosion had transformed Dr. Thomas Hill from a late-twenties man into a tiny, adorable girl who, if not for her absurd figure, would not have looked more than sixteen. Enormous breasts curved from her slim chest, and her wasp waist curved out into a massive, heart-shaped ass. Her pretty face was slightly marred by deep bags under her eyes, but moreso than that the erotic effect of her figure was marred by her more bizarre mutations.

A foot of cock swung limply from her groin, slapping into an oddly-shaped scrotum that, on closer inspection, held eight grapefruit-sized testicles, impeding her walking as it hung nearly to her knees. The girls knew that erect, her penis stood a proud three feet long, and so thick two hands couldn't hope to encircle it.

Two more dicks, these ones erect, sprouted from her breasts where her nipples should be, bobbing eight inches away from the quivering mounds. Her hands were moving in slow, deliberate motions, jerking them off even as she led the girls into the lounge room. The furniture in there was caked in even more cum, and the girls very carefully navigated through. Dr. Hill plopped down into a puddle on the couch without a second thought, tugging at her tit-cocks shamelessly.

"Okay, I don't have a lot of time to talk, so first thing: It's Tammy now, for the moment. Please excuse the mess; I haven't had time to clean up." She lay back, jacking her tits off faster, moaning as her breastflesh jiggled. "I've-mmm-figured out a way that we'll aah!- be able to go back out in public again."

The girls perked up, the excitement of that news cutting through the fog of lust building in their brains watching the doctor pleasure herself. "You found a cure!?"

She sighed slightly, inbetween moans. "Noooh aah, nooo. We're ssstuck like this. But I had a'other idea..." She rolled her eyes as her speech started to slur. "Touh' I 'ad mo' tie' dan da'..."

The girls watched in rapt attention as Tammy's tongue poked out of her mouth, unmistakably a half-flaccid penis, and started to swell before their eyes until it was as long and thick as her tit-cocks, stretching out her tiny, pretty lips.

Olivia couldn't resist any more, slithering off the chair, a pair of arms peeling off her shirt to reveal the twin foot-and-a-half lengths of her cocks, jacking one with one hand and rubbing her juicing pussy with the other.

Reaching Tammy, she curled out her forked tongue and wrapped it around the doctor's tongue-cock, tugging it in strong, slow strokes. Her top pair of arms pressed her rack together as Tammy's tit-cocks nestled in her dual cleavage and her bottom pair stroked up and down the length of her twitching dicks.

"Thith feelth good, Doctor," she lisped, her slitted eyes twinkling as she grinned, "but Theretha ith going to go mad if all thee can do is watth..."

Theresa was panting and moaning, rubbing her front pussy desperately. She was utterly dependent on Olivia for all of her relief, as she could neither milk her hanging breasts nor reach her rear pussy. She responded to the offer with a delighted moan, Olivia slithering back to let Theresa straddle the doctor's lap.

Tammy's main cock started to swell as Theresa pressed the heat of her pussy against it, and she guided it between her titanic tits as it grew to its full height. "Give me a hand here, Tammy, squish them together..."

Tammy let a muffled moan out through the tight seal of her lips as she began to maul Theresa's bounteous breastflesh. Tammy's tits lay atop Theresa's, and she reached for the nipples and began to stroke them even as she ducked her head in to take Tammy's tongue-cock down her throat.

Olivia slithered underneath Theresa, sliding one cock into her rear pussy and the other between her swinging lower tits, grabbing them and squeezing them, giving a contented purr as hot milk dripped onto her body.

The trio rutted, groaning and sweaty, thrusting and rubbing and squeezing until Tammy started to whine, desperately trying to be heard through the obstruction in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum from every single cock in her body, her ballsack tightening up and her muscles straining. Her tits jiggled and the back of her throat pulsed as those three cocks unleashed their payload, but her main cock just tightened, straining, her stomach muscles spasming until it finally erupted in a fountain of thick spunk.

It didn't take long for the other two to join her, and soon the girls lay panting in a pile of cum-covered, heaving flesh. Tammy rolled over, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. "That was amazing. I haven't been able to satisfy myself since the accident."

Olivia giggled, turning over and propping herself up on her elbows to look at Tammy. "So, what did you want to tell us? If you haven't found a cure, what have you found?"

"An idea, I guess. I mean, we can't function properly because we're not normal. There's no way for us to change back, so if we change what's normal..."

The two girls stared at her for a moment. Olivia drew back on her tail. "Doct- Tammy, are you suggesting what I think? You want to do this to other people?"

Tammy immediately went on the defensive, stuttering. "Well I- I just, it's, you know, I mean, it's not all bad, right, it feels good, it's just-"

Tammy reached into a box on the table, drawing out what looked like two remote controls. "I managed to miniaturise the cold fusion tech from my reactor – fortunately bursts of energy are a lot easier to generate than a sustained reaction, even when you're designing it ten minutes at a time with an erection. Or four. One click of this and whoever's in front of it should get a burst of the same radiation that transformed us."

Olivia sniffed, scraping cum off of her tail and coiling back into the wheelchair. "Tammy, that's sick. You're sick. I know living like this sucks, but what you're proposing is- it's rape! I think we're done here."

"Think about it!" Tammy was almost screaming now, pleading. "A whole city like us! You wouldn't have to go outside and feel like a freak!"

Olivia set herself back up in the chair, but noticed that Theresa had sat down on the couch, her front legs kneeling. "Theresa? You're not coming? You think she's right?"

Theresa looked down sadly at her absurd chest, shifting her rear awkwardly as she tried to get comfortable. "I'm tired of being called a freak, and the screams and stuff. She is right – it feels good, most of the time, it just sucks not being normal."

Olivia looked back and forth between the two, and sniffed. "Fine. I'll make my own way home." Tammy sighed.

"I'll take you down the steps, if that's what you really want." Olivia didn't notice Tammy slip something into the bag on the back of her chair before she left.


Theresa walked dejectedly back into the house after watching her friend start to wheel herself home. Tammy was already on the phone.

"...and a large pepperoni, extra cheese. Yeah, we'll get a soda too, thanks. See you." She turned back around to Theresa. "Okay, so we should have a test subject in about fifteen."

Theresa sat herself down again, wincing as her lower breasts pressed into the floor – they were already starting to fill up again and become uncomfortable. "The pizza guy?"

Tammy nodded. "Or girl, I'm not picky and I'd like to get a sample of a couple of each, see what sort of transformations this burst of energy can cause." She sat down next to the humantaur's flank, rearranging her legs around her bloated scrotum and thick cock. "So what's the first thing you're going to do once you can walk around outside properly again? I'm going to go to a restaurant, I think."

Theresa sighed, hefting her breasts to check their weight, judging how long it would be until they needed milking. "I don't know about this, Tammy. It seems wrong to inflict this sort of inconvenience on someone else."

"It won't be inconvenient when everyone else feels the same way. Imagine – people will just be able to masturbate in public, because everyone's cool with the fact that our bodies need sex. Nobody will think we're freaks. Hell, people will be happier when we're more focused on fucking than fighting."

Theresa nodded, uneasily. The pair sat and made small talk for a little while, Tammy enjoying the reprieve from the needs of her body for a short while. Her main cock was just starting to rally back when the doorbell rang.


Elise sighed, shuffling her feet and staring at the porch roof holding the pizza bag. She hated driving duty but at least the tips made up for it. She heard the door open and dropped her head, putting on her best glassy smile, only to be greeted with a flash of blue light.

Her legs went weak, and she nearly dropped the pizza until it was taken from her hands, a blurry shape leading her into the hall and closing the door behind her. Her body was heating up, her wobbly legs on fire and her sizeable breasts almost as hot. She was sat down in a chair, blinking away the spirals in her vision until she could make out the two people above her.

She shrank back when they swam into focus. The small, cute girl in front of her was peering at her over what was unmistakeably a huge penis sticking out of her mouth, but before she could react further she felt a tight, squirming sensation from between her legs. Her shorts were feeling constrictive, the crotch pressing against her tightly and growing worse with every passing moment.

There was a sickening, sucking feeling, and ignoring where she was she pulled her shorts down, screaming at the sight that greeted her. Her legs had closed together at the tops of her thighs, and her pussy was nowhere to be seen. The join in her legs rapidly progressed down, pushing the now-loose shorts down as they fused together until all that was left of her legs and feet was a fleshy stalk.

It thickened up until it was the same width the whole way down, what had been her feet beginning to swell further, pressure building up, along with more pressure in her chest. She felt a gurgle through her breasts, watching them rise like bread dough under her shirt.

Screaming, she pitched forward, suddenly finding her legs not only fused together but unresponsive, landing on her stomach and watching as her cleavage spread out gelatinously underneath her as she swelled. Pangs of pain came from what had been her legs, along with a sickening creeping feeling down the length like something was pushing its way down.

She heaved herself over, swinging her breasts to get momentum, and moaned as the impact of the fleshy mounds against the carpet sent a buzz of pleasure all through her body. Another rocketed through her as she curled up, dragging her leg-trunk across the carpet until she could sit up, her back propped against the wall, finally able to see over her breasts which now spread across her lap, her shirt long having given up.

The sight made her jaw drop. From the waist down her legs had transformed into an enormous penis, the head starting to swell out of its foreskin, gripping her whole body with paralysing sensation as it rubbed and grinded against the carpet pile.

She panted, her head swimming as half her body tightened up, her legs now a rigid trunk of cock that pulsed and throbbed like a regular size one with her beach-ball sized breasts resting on top of the base like a bizarre scrotum, topped with tiny nipples that hadn't grown at all with her tits.

It was pulsing even harder now, pulling her around with each throb and making her steady herself, straining to hold up her bloated bulk with just her arms. It was on fire, new muscles up her back and stomach flexing with her impending orgasm. Theresa and Tammy looked on in shock as their new creation started to cum.


Olivia wheeled herself back into the front foyer of their apartment block, panting and red-faced both from the exertion and from biting down on the spasms of pleasure as she gripped her twin cocks close to her body.

Rich was down there, picking up his mail. Their next-door neighbour, Rich was a pleasant, attractive man in his early twenties with short blond hair and a slim build. Before her accident, Olivia had rather fancied him. Now, even just being around him embarrassed her.

"Olivia! How are you?" She mumbled something in return, trying to hide her pointed teeth. He pointed back toward the end of the foyer.

"The elevators broke down while you were out. Don't worry, though, I'll give you a hand back upstairs."

Grateful for the assistance, even with her body screaming to fuck him, she gave him a small smile. The trip up the stairs was tedious and uneventful until the final stair, when the last bump jolted something that fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Whoops! Don't worry, Olivia, I'll grab it."

"Grab what?" She tried to turn around in the chair, her eyes going wide. "Wait, Rich, DON-"

The rest of her sentence was cut off by a blue flash, and Rich falling to the ground. Checking they were alone, she slithered out of her wheelchair and dragged him back into her apartment.


Rich slowly awoke on an unfamiliar couch, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He felt...  Odd. Heavy, sore, along with another sensation he didn't recognise that crept at the edge of his consciousness. He shifted his thighs and shuddered as it flared up in his groin. With that it was as if his body woke up, twinges of sensation firing from unfamiliar areas.

"Olifia? What ha-" He stopped, both at the feeling of his lips and strange pitch of his voice. Reaching up he realised his lips were swollen up, thick and slimy like he was wearing lip gloss. He then caught sight of his hand, slender and soft with long delicate nails, like a woman's.

Panicking, he went to sit up, and became aware of the heavy weight on his chest. A questing hand slammed into the underside of a soft, fleshy mound, setting jerking motion all throughout his chest. Bolting upright, he looked down and watched a massive wave of breast flesh rise up and come down against his chest and stomach with a resounding slap, sending tremors through his body and forcing a moan from his lips.

He hefted them; biting down a rush of pleasure as his slim hands sank into the pillowy flesh. Larger than he'd ever seen in his life, they had his incredibly pale skin and freckles, and also bore a tracing of blue veins. His nipples had expanded immensely, as wide as bottle caps, an inch long and bright pink.

Wiggling, he pulled them apart to stare down between them and almost choked. His waist cinched down impossibly, and at its narrowest had to scarcely be wider than his neck had been before he transformed. It flared out into gigantic curved hips with thick thighs that tapered down into slim legs that seemed almost too small to carry such curves.

Most shocking was his penis, now a distant memory. Spreading his pale thighs apart, he saw it had been replaced with a clitoris that bulged out of its hood obscenely, easily the size of a golf ball, his new pussy drooling underneath into a damp puddle on the couch, the bloated lips glistening. He pushed his thighs together again and nearly squealed as the sensitive folds grated against each other, lubricated by the slick juices that coated them. Hanging off the couch and collecting in a pile was a thick curtain of curly, bright red hair.

He was impossible, some sort of adolescent fuck-fantasy of what a woman looked like and, he realised laying there in a slowly spreading puddle of his own arousal, what a woman acted like. He was so impossibly horny it almost outweighed the terror.

Gathering up his tits in his arms he tried to get up, and found it more difficult than he'd first thought. His massive chest and tiny waist gave him a tenuous centre of balance counterbalanced only by the huge globes of his ass cheeks that jiggled out in a shelf behind him. Even worse was his first step forward, with his weighty legs pressing his pussy together and dragging the lips together, almost sending him tumbling to the ground as he jumped in shock and set his swollen body jiggling and bouncing.

"O-Olifia? Are you there?!" Bubbly and perky. The voice of a bimbo to go with the body of a bimbo, it combined with his barely-contained panting and the impediment of his giant lips to announce to the world how much he needed cock.

Olivia took a deep breath, and slithered out into the front room. Rich's new body came as no great shock; she'd watched with baited breath as he transformed in his sleep. He, on the other hand, nearly choked at the site of her reptilian body.

"Olifia! Wha' happened?"

She began to explain about the lab explosion, about how she and the others had changed, and about her visit to Tammy earlier in the day, while Rich carefully made his way into the bathroom.

"And she must have, I don't know, slipped one of the remotes into my bag, Rich, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean this to happen..."

He was inspecting his eyes in the mirror; his skin pigmentation had apparently changed to give him natural deep eyeliner and shadowed sockets, rouged cheeks and deep red stick on his cocksucking lips just as a final kick in the teeth from the cartoon slut's body he was trapped in now. He hadn't stopped dripping either, a new puddle forming on the tiles between his feet, and his mouth had decided to join the party as well, his lips and chin slick with drool.

"Well I' happened Olifia!" He turned on his heel, forgetting himself as his tits tried to keep going and his ass slammed into the vanity table behind him. "Wha' am I thuppothed to do now? And don' think I can' thee thothe!"

Olivia was ashamed to admit what Rich's new body was doing to her, and unfortunately with no clothing or blanket she was hard-pressed to do anything to disguise her arousal. Rich wiped his mouth, then gathered up his breasts from where they hung down to past his navel.

"Is this all I'm good fo'? You thinking of thticking them between thethe ridiculous fucking tit-th? Fucking me like a bimbo whoh'? Th-thhoving your cock inthide me... D-down my throa'..."

Olivia heard the pitter-pat as Rich started dripping even harder, flushed underneath his natural rouge, pawing at one of his breasts as his thighs rubbed together. He tried licking his lips to clear off the strings of drool but found his tongue too short and wet, only adding to the sheen of spit.

"O-Olifia... What'th wrong with me, I need it tho badly, I need to be f-fucked..."

Olivia slithered over to him, wrapping one pair of arms around his tiny waist and placing the others on his shoulders. "It's the mutation, Rich. Just be thankful it's so easy to get off for you – Theresa can't even reach one of her pussies."

"Tho it's all okay then?" He wailed. "I can' thtop thinking about your cockth, Olifia! I try to focuth," he stopped, wiping the drool from his mouth again, "but my puthy jutht keeps begging to be filled!"

His legs were shaking, and had it not been for his thick thighs his knees would be knocking together. Olivia bit her own lip with a pointed fang, her cocks straining to cum as she watched the new girl struggle with the demands of her body. Rich turned around, crushing his tits against her.

The pair collapsed out into the front room, locked in a desperate kiss, Olivia's four hands roaming all over Rich's mutated body, grasping at his wobbling ass, his impossibly thin waist, running through the curtain of hair that hung to the floor. Rich contented himself with grinding against her, then pushing her into the lounge chair and straddling her. Her first cock slid up into Rich's pussy with the barest hint of resistance, the overlubricated lips accepting it like a hand in a glove.

As soon as she was deep inside him he seemed to tighten up, clamping down on her pole and making her nearly scream. His breasts hung down around her second cock, inviting her to squeeze them together to create a cleft to fuck.

She barely had to thrust with Rich's insides writhing up and down the length of her cock, and was content to lie back, moaning, jacking her other cock off with his tits. He snapped forward with orgasm after orgasm, spit dripping from his gaping mouth under his dazed eyes. Olivia drew back and thrust once, the slickness of his vagina greasing her way, and was rewarded with Rich losing control, flailing and screaming with an even more powerful cum.

Rich came countless times before Olivia finally did, groaning as she shot hot cum up into his pussy and across his face and cleavage. He desperately scooped it up and slurped it into his mouth, falling back and screaming as a final, extra-powerful orgasm overtook him, leaving him unconscious for a few moments.

His eyelashes fluttered as he groaned back into consciousness. The worst of the need had been sated, but his pussy still dripped and his skin tingled with pleasure. He still felt empty inside. Olivia stretched, drawing him in close with her four arms.

"Olifia, I-I thtill need it... It wathn' enough. I need a bigger cock!"

Olivia knew exactly what he needed.


Theresa crouched over Elise's cock-body, pressing her hanging boobs either side of the massive shaft using her legs, rocking back and forward. Their massive breasts rubbed together, Theresa leaking milk over Elise's tiny nipples. Elise suddenly screamed, her body tightening up, her boobs wobbling as she shook, preparing to cum. She gripped her boobs tight and squeezed them as a gout of cum burst from her cock, the eye distending to pump out a gallon of spunk with just her first shot.

Tammy raised her legs, letting the flood spread under her chair, fiddling with a remote her lap that rest on the base of her flaccid cock before snapping it back together with an exultant yell.

"Fantastic! This thing should be all ready now." She looked over at Theresa's rear as it flexed, her powerful legs squeezing more cum out of Elise. "How is she?"

Theresa turned around, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "Insatiable! This is the fourth time she's cum and she's still hard!" Her breasts were tight with milk and both pussies were dripping wet.

Tammy threw on her large coat, checking that it covered her body. "Leave her be, then. Come on, I want to test out the modifications to the remote."

Theresa looked down sadly at the girl. She was practically immobile and incapable of pleasuring her mutated body – she couldn't reach her nipples, and her cock was too huge for any sort of stimulation she could do to work. Elise whimpered every time her body throbbed.

"P-please... I need to cum..."

"We can't leave her like this, Tammy. You go. I'll try and calm her down."

Tammy shrugged and headed out. She didn't have time to argue. Just in front of her house were a happy couple taking an afternoon walk, from who, Tammy gleefully hid behind the hedge, pointing her remote at them as they passed and sending a thin beam of light at each of them in turn.

The man was the first to stop, a pleasant-looking slim blonde who grabbed the fence as his legs wobbled. His girlfriend rushed to hold him but he fell forward out of her arms, bracing himself up from the sidewalk, trembling on useless legs.

She bent over to help him and gasped as her pants stretched tight over her ass. The fabric creaked, even when she bent back up, her hands flying to her swelling rump. On the ground, the man flipped over, the front of his shirt starting to bulge out with a pair of breasts, his hair growing out and flowing down his shoulders in long blond locks.

Tammy crouched down further to ensure they couldn't see her, feeling the pulse against the back of her teeth as her tongue started to grow erect watching the scene. The man's pants bulged and swelled as he grabbed his new breasts, starting to split along some of the side seams, pale flesh bulging from the tears.

He screamed as they shredded apart, his legs tumbling apart into masses of fleshy tendrils that whipped about until they settled in a heap on the ground in front of him. Each one was wrist-thick and tipped with a swollen, bulbous glans, giving him two dozen writhing cocks all dripping with precum.

His girlfriend had staggered back, still grabbing her ass. The seat of her pants had given way and now her panties were struggling to stretch over two enormous cheeks. She squealed as they suddenly surged out, two lumps growing out from the bottom of the cheeks that quickly formed into feet. They stretched down until a second pair of legs sat just behind her first ones. They stumbled back as the new torso started to lengthen until she had a humantaur body like Theresa.

Unlike Theresa her breasts stayed the same size. Instead, both of her clitorises began to grow out and thicken, changing shape before her eyes. Her rear pussy lips swelled up at the same time to become a hanging pair of testicles for the massive cock still swelling from between her rear legs. The front one just grew up above its drooling pussy.

Losing control of her rear legs she fell back onto the asphalt, huge cock bobbing up and down as it grew beyond her front waist, wider around than her thigh, with a pair of melon-sized balls lay heavily on the ground below it. Her other cock reached up to just below her breasts, and only as thick as her wrist.

The octopus creature that had been her boyfriend moaned, pulling herself along by her arms as her cock-tentacles flailed uselessly. Gradually she began to push herself using them as she gained greater control over her new limbs until she sat in front of her girlfriend, grinning and raising a few of them up to coil around the enormous trunk of the humantaur's penis.

A small crowd was gathering as the mutated couple started to fuck with abandon. Tammy grinned, and twisted a dial on the remote.


Olivia and Rich carefully made their way back to Tammy's house. Rich had draped himself in a makeshift toga made out of a bed sheet, wrapped up between his thighs to soak up his juices and hopefully take a little pressure off his pussy lips. Walking was still a struggle, and he had to frequently stop to try and recover his composure. By the time they rounded the corner to Tammy's street he was flushed and trembling, the sheet around his pussy soaked through, strings of drool dripping from his mouth and chin.

The scene before them on the sheet left them speechless. A tangle of orgiastic flesh writhed on the asphalt, easily a dozen people, all women, all in various states of mutation. A girl whose forearms had morphed into giant cocks dragged one between one of the sets of cleavage of a girl whose body was ringed with massive breasts, while the other was tugged and pleasured by the enormous tongue of a third girl.

Six of the eight arms of a woman whose body had morphed into a sort of human spider were busy rubbing the half-dozen penises sprouting from another woman's crotch, one working away at her own pussy and the other rubbing the soccer-ball sized clit spreading apart the thighs of a third woman. She groaned, tugging away at her enormous nipples, kissing the face of another girl whose mouth had been replaced by a vagina, her nose a bloated clitoris.

One girl who appeared to be about twelve feet tall lay back against the sidewalk cradling breasts too big even for her massive height, her nipples being sucked by a girl with two heads, four arms, four breasts and four legs. Another girl was locked in a threesome, apparently built for the activity as her back had become a copy of her front, giving her a second face and set of breasts on the back of her head and torso, and double-jointed arms and legs. Her partners were a dickgirl with testicles the size of a beanbag chair, and a girl whose massive breasts and udder burst with milk.

Olivia had to practically drag Rich past the scene, staring open-mouthed and rubbing himself. He whined and moaned the whole way until Olivia was able to bring him inside the house, slamming the door shut. He collapsed against the door, panting.

"P-pleathe, Olifia, I need it tho badly..."

He turned around and went slack again. Theresa was stepping off Elise's cock. Her breasts were painfully taut, bobbing against each other as they swung heavily with milk packed in so tightly it dripped from her nipples. Elise was still writhing, red in the face and looking up pleadingly at Theresa to cum, but the humantaur was too gripped by her own needs to continue.

A moan escaped Rich's mouth as his hands started rubbing even faster. A string of drool dripped from his bloated lips as the massive shaft throbbed, sending Elise's upper body bouncing, her boobs jiggling atop the base of the trunk coming down on the rigid meat with a fleshy slap.

Rich didn't even realise he was stripping off the toga, revealing his bimbo body in all its hourglass glory. Small phut sounds rose from the floorboards as the steady stream of juice from his pussy started hitting the ground, dripping even harder as he watched the massive, pulsing cock on the floor.

Olivia watched as Rich planted his plush ass right at the tip, already belching precum as Elise watched Rich's rack wobble back and forth. She considered pulling Rich back for a moment, too far gone to realise there was no way he could fit the huge cock inside himself, but the sight of what happened next left her stunned.

Rich rammed his pussy at the tip, and howled as rather than simply hit the tip, his pussy opened up as soon as they touched together. It started to expand as Rich wiggled his way down the head, his pussy actually swelling to cope with the meat he was stuffing inside it.

His hips widened as his legs spread apart to accept the monster. It wasn't long of course before the tip reached beyond his hips, but his body seemed to be prepared for that, too. It travelled through his tiny waist with just the barest hint of swelling, like his entire torso was nothing but a fuck-hole.

No longer wiggling, Rich practically foamed at the mouth with pleasure. Olivia noticed that he was still somehow working his way further down Elise's cock without actually moving, quickly realising that his torso was actually stretching, growing down the length of the cock until his waist formed a three-foot long cock sheath.

Olivia was broken out of staring at the absurd sight by Theresa staggering over to her, whining, desperately babbling to be milked. She took her spot underneath the girl and started working at her four lower tits while Theresa handled her top two, and the other mutant women fucked like they were made for one another. Milk splashed out onto the floorboards as Theresa groaned in ecstasy, massaging her aching breasts and shuddering, nearly losing footing.

"Where did Tammy go?"

"Ooh... I don't know... She saaaah-said she'd fixed up the remote to give it more range..."

The two stopped dead as they both turned their heads, watching the blue flash outside that engulfed the city.

Lab Accident - Research

(Warning: this entry is a fair bit freakier than my regular stuff.)

 

Olivia was the first to notice the changes, after the trio had picked themselves up out of the remnants of glassware and lab furniture.

An ill-advised foray into cold deuterium fusion had ended spectacularly, with the detonating reactor clearing out a large portion of the dusty old lab in which it was being constructed, along with bathing the immediate area in God-only-knew what sort of radiation from the wrong end of the electromagnetic spectrum.

The 80s brickwork and solid foundation meant that at least the blast and the radiation were contained to the lab, but that meant nothing for the professor and his long-suffering graduate students in nothing more than university casual and lab coats.

Dr. Hill immediately leapt over to check over the twisted metallic corpse of 5 years painstaking research, while Olivia and Theresa were more concerned with their immediate health.

It was as Olivia brushed herself off that she felt an odd sensation, a small wave of heat passing through her body coupled with a brief moment of nausea. None of them seemed to be injured; Theresa was fixing up her clothes and her blonde hair, Dr. Hill nearly in tears over the gnarled slabs of metal that used to be his cold fusion reactor.

Olivia stepped backwards to a bench that had survived the carnage and sat down, mopping her brow as she broke out into a cold sweat. It was strange, she knew she’d been exposed to radiation, but cold sweats weren’t a part of any radiation exposure symptoms she’d ever heard of.

Heat suddenly blossomed through her chest and down the sides of her body. Fearing the worst, she looked down her blouse but was relieved to see no evidence of a burn on her pale skin. The heat grew stronger, and Olivia shuddered as she felt her body relax. It was the strangest feeling, like when taut muscles grow limp with heat or under a strong hand, but suffused through her entire torso.

She looked up to check the others weren’t looking, and gave her chest an experimental poke. It felt squishy and soft, like there wasn’t even bone underneath her finger. Her eyes went wide as a second poke saw her finger sink in down to the first joint.

The heat intensified and she suppressed a yelp. Pressure began to build behind the bizarre skin of her chest, like an overfull stomach in her tits. She saw them throb with a jiggle and bloat up. She forced herself to stay calm and put a hand on one, to confirm she wasn’t seeing things. She wasn’t.

Her mounds were burning hot, and even as she watched they swelled up more and more. She was not the most well-endowed of girls, with her scrawny body and A cups, but now her tiny tits were growing before her eyes.

She grabbed a hold of them as her cleavage ballooned up in her blouse, and nearly jumped as they tingled with pleasure. Nerves multiplied along with her titflesh, turning the feeling of growth from unpleasant to erotic.

Theresa felt the same sensations flood her body as she fixed up her hair. The same as Olivia, her body heated up, growing soft and spongy around her more generous chest and her hips. The same clammy sweat, then the same bloated feeling of pressure, and finally the growth.

Her Cs started to expand like rising bread dough until tit bulged over the lip of her tube top, and her ass swelled up underneath her pencil skirt a full two inches out with no sign of stopping.

She looked over at Olivia and realised her friend was also grappling with a pair of expanding breasts and made her way over, her tits shaking and wobbling until she cradled them in her arms.

“Olivia! What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” She groaned as she felt the heat spread down her legs. “We’re dealing with completely untested forms of radiation; it’s like some sort of hyper-accelerated mutation.”

Theresa moaned as her chest split her tube top right down the middle and flopped out, her bloated breasts hanging to the bottom of her ribcage with no signs of stopping.

Dr. Hill stumbled back over to the girls, nearly howling with pain. His formerly masculine face had shrunk and padded out until he looked like a young, pretty girl, his short-cropped black hair exploding out from his scalp and already cascading to his swelling hips.

The girls momentarily forgot their own condition as they saw the young researcher morph into a woman before their eyes. Breasts budded and swelled on his chest as his body shrank, but his pants were a different story.

Rather than shrinking away, his cock had exploded out of his lab slacks, shredding down the fly in nearly ten inches of thick, erect glory and continuing to grow. His balls followed suit, pushing down what was left of his pants to fit a grapefruit-sized scrotum.

“It must be feeding off the energy the reactor dumped into us! It-AHH!”

Stabs of pain issued from the sides of her ribs, a little below her armpits. She felt a few tugs at the shirt her breasts were already filling.

Feeling underneath, she gasped as she felt two soft nubs forcing their way out of the flesh. Her discovery was accompanied by a tingle from between her breasts and a feeling of movement. Looking down her shirt revealed a nipple slowly rising from the skin.

Theresa’s ass had stopped growing out, but its backwards growth had only gotten faster, and soon her cheeks burst out the back of her skirt, a little over a foot across but sticking out more than a foot and a half forming a firm, jiggly column.

Dr. Hill’s cock was still swelling, now over a foot long and as thick as a soda can. His overtaxed ballsack strained with the weight of the testicles it was being forced to hold.

Olivia screamed as suddenly the shafts growing from under her armpits erupted, tearing the shirt in half with a second pair of arms, leaving only her bulging lab coat to cover the three jostling breasts perched on her chest.

Theresa reared back as she saw the extra arms under her friend’s coat, backing up and jumping as she felt her ass bump into the wall several feet behind her.

Her cheeks wobbled and pain lanced down the swollen length of her cheeks. Two lumps of the strange squishy flesh swung down from her ass cheeks and quickly lengthened down until they formed a second pair of legs. It was like a second torso had bent over and melded with her buttocks.

Olivia clumsily plunged her lower right hand down into her pants, groping about with the unfamiliar limb. Underneath her pussy and her bloating clitoris the tops of her thighs were growing hot. She pressed them together, but when she went to pull them apart she felt resistance. A questing finger told her that her legs were starting to join together, like a closing zipper.

She tried to take a step forward and screamed as her thighs refused to move apart, sending her tumbling forward. Turning over and sitting up let her see further down her legs as they closed together right down to the toes, which sank into her feet to form a single fleshy stalk.

Her four arms wheeled and desperately scrabbled as she pulled herself back along the floor, straining hard to try and pull her legs apart. All she succeeded in doing was thrashing what could only be described as her growing tail, and sending her three breasts bounding and jiggling.

Dr. Hill screamed as all of a sudden the pressure in his sack quadrupled and it blew up like a balloon as extra sets of balls filled the low-hanging swollen pouch. He felt his innards pulse and writhe, and watched in shock as his nipples, already distended and swollen, started to grow even faster, stretching and thickening until they hung six inches away from his giant tits.

He gasped as they started to harden. His insides were still squirming as they grew. He grabbed them out of shock, tugging them, surprised at how familiar the thickening shafts felt. He fell back onto his plush, curvy butt and started tugging them rhythmically.

As his small, smooth hands gripped them they kept swelling, changing shape, the end belling and forming a ridge with a pop until his hands were not tugging swollen nipples but the smooth skin of a pair of eight-inch penises that nearly buzzed with heat and erotic tension.

As the newly-minted woman tugged at the turgid cocks that graced her wobbling breasts, she made a small choking noise, opening her mouth as another growing cock forced its way out from behind her tiny perfect teeth.

She collapsed back against the shattered bench, jacking off the cocks that sprouted from her breasts even as the one between her legs swelled unchecked and her lips stretched around the final eight-incher protruding from her mouth.

Theresa struggled clumsily on her four legs. Her equilibrium was shattered, from her new form, the weight of her breasts still growing on her chest and in no small part from the sensations from both the swollen, drooling pussies between her two pairs of legs.

Even a single one of her mutated pussies would have been churning out an unbearable amount of sensation, and two was nearly sending her out of her mind with lust. Worse, she couldn’t even reach her rear pussy to try and relieve her lust.

Her breasts gurgled and a tremor passed through them, and suddenly their growth accelerated. It felt different, though; they felt heavier, more ponderous. She shook her chest from side to side and rather than jiggling the massive mounds... sloshed.

Her nipples and areolas expanded along with her breasts until the heavy mounds were easily bigger than basketballs, capped with nipples like salt shakers. She brought a hand up to squeeze one, and along with a rush of sensation that made both of her pussies juice, a stream of thick milk squirted from the end of her nipple.

Olivia had stopped trying to pull her legs apart as the thick tail grew out and tapered off at three times the length her legs had been. She was more concerned now with the two rigid shafts spreading out from above her pussy that pulsed with her panicked heartbeat.

Touching one made her gasp, and that made her tongue flick out of her mouth. It had thinned out slightly, but stretched out absurdly to make up for it, reaching down to the top curve of her centre breast and still growing.

Reflexively she twitched her muscles, and found the whole thing curling and flicking as it trailed down her body. The twin cocks sprouting from above her tail stayed relatively thin, no more than a man’s hand around but a full foot and a half long.

Her cocks stood in stark contrast to Dr. Hill, whose massive organ swelled a full three feet away from her crotch, thick enough around that her hands together couldn’t encircle it.

One of her hands was doing its best to jerk the titanic pole as the other stroked one of her nipple cocks, but it was so rigid and the skin so firm that her slim arm could barely move it.

Olivia shuddered as a wicked idea came over her. She pulled herself forward, testing her balance on her new tail. Her cocks bobbed and shook as she experimented with motion, and settled into a reflexive slither, her body bobbing from side to side as she crawled over to Dr. Hill.

Her big eyes looked up at Olivia as her tail curled around the base of the massive stalk, Olivia’s powerful muscles able to jerk it with ease as she sat back and grinned with pointed teeth at the tiny, over-endowed girl, a twinkle in her slitted eyes.

Dr. Hill’s hand left her main penis and focused on her neglected breast, jerking each of her nipples in a back and forth rhythm. Theresa stumbled over to the tangle of mutant flesh, eyes filled with desperation. To match her two milk-laden breasts, another set of four smaller tits had grown underneath the torso that linked her rear legs, each with four thick teats that dribbled milk.

Olivia smiled again, beckoning with a long pointed-nailed hand at the humantaur girl. Theresa stepped over the two of them, facing Olivia. Her front pair of legs dropped down to plunge nearly to the hilt onto one of Olivia’s writhing cocks, while the back pair presented themselves for the meat in Dr. Hill’s mouth, his cock pushed down between her hanging udders as Olivia wrapped her tail around them instead, squishing the huge cock between them and pulling them back and forward.

An ecstatic moan rose up from the trio. Two of Olivia’s hands caressed Theresa’s gargantuan tits, placing her other cock between them and squishing them together as rivulets of milk dripped down her serpentine body. The other two hands reached behind the girl’s front legs and gripped a pair of her lower tits, squeezing out even more of her cow-slut milk.

Dr. Hill was the first to lose her control. Her body went rigid and her balls tightened painfully as, all at once, the cock in her mouth started to pump a heavy load into Theresa’s rear pussy and her other three started shooting thick, creamy loads all over the girls, particularly her main cock which pumped out gallons of the stuff.

Theresa came next, her pussies clamping up around their thick invaders and her breasts losing their entire load of milk, gushing out in a torrent over the floor and Olivia. Olivia’s orgasm arrived almost anticlimactically after the thorough and messy ones of her friends, but her tail uncurled and twitched as her twin cocks emptied their load into Theresa and all over her face

Olivia collapsed back, the full length of her body unfolding across the slimy milk and cum mixture that covered the lab floor. Dr. Hill fell back as well, her cocks finally going blessedly soft until her main cock rested across her sack onto the floor and she could finally breathe around the large dick into which her tongue had transformed. Theresa staggered back, the afterglow disorienting her until she sank to her knees, resting her still weighty breasts on a nearby fallen bench.

The bomb and hazmat squads found them this way, asleep, drained by their transformations.

Olivia and Theresa did their best to slip back into what they could cobble together of a normal life. Olivia took to using a wheelchair to hide the body of the three-breasted hermaphrodite snake goddess with which she’d been cursed, her arms and cocks hidden under baggy sweaters, wearing cosmetic contacts and smiling rarely.

Theresa had no choice but to bear the stares and shocked whispers as she walked her cumbersome humantaur body through the streets.

Even more debilitating than their appearances though were the demands of their mutated bodies. Both girls were shockingly sensitive – Olivia’s entire body had become an overactive erogenous zone, and while Theresa wasn’t as sensitive all over all six of her bloated breasts tingled with sensation and her pussies were on hair triggers.

Waking up usually involved an hour of sex for the pair before they could even think. They very quickly worked out a favoured position; Olivia would slide under the four-legged Theresa, pushing one cock up into her rear pussy, letting her udders droop around the other with a pair of arms to push them together for a creamy tit-fuck. Her serpentine tongue would then work away at Theresa’s front pussy while her other two arms rubbed and squeezed her larger main breasts.

Even more demanding was that every four hours, like clockwork, Theresa required milking or her breasts would swell up even more, becoming tight and hard with milk, and while with a bit of effort she could bring down her front breasts, the udders adorning her lower body were almost impossible to get to, requiring the tender care of Olivia’s four hands to drain them dry in an escapade that invariably ended in a sloppy, milky fuck.

As for Dr. Hill, she retreated to her house, shutting herself off completely and living off delivered groceries. The bulk of her spare time was spent furiously masturbating, but it was like fighting the hydra; the erotic sensations from her cocks were not linked, and an orgasm from one did nothing for the other three.

She could jerk both nipple cocks, or one of those and her tongue, or use both hands to slowly but desperately tug at the tree trunk between her legs, but she couldn’t bring off all four at once, and had spent the week since the accident in a permanent state of arousal that threatened to drive her mad. She simply couldn’t bring herself off on her own, and even if she could find some way of covering her body to go outside unnoticed, the thought of losing herself to her arousal again outside, or worse, her tongue-cock becoming hard in public, terrified her.

She forced herself to overcome the sensations to spend brief ten minute periods examining her notes and pottering about in her garage before giving in to the urge to masturbate again. If the city was closed to her, and she couldn’t change back, maybe the city was what needed to change...