Sayori was the first to raise her hand, in order to get her suspicions out of the way first and foremost. Yuri swallowed nervously, and yet despite this, she nodded in her dear friend's direction. "I'm n-not a teacher," Yuri stammered, meekly, "s-so you don't have to raise your hand…"

Sayori slowly put her hand back down, caught under Natsuki's scrutiny. Her narrowed gaze. Clearing her throat, then, she went ahead and spoke her mind.

"Yuri," Sayori said, "you're beet-red, and sweating… your room smells kind of funky, and, I remember there being a mirror the last time I was here! Did we interrupt some remodeling that you were doing?"

"Yes," Yuri lied.

"Oh, okay," Sayori said, pushing her pointer fingers together with a little smile. "Also, that smell… it's kind of familiar to me. Feels kind of like… like it was something I smelled earlier today!"

"Smells like sweat and… something else," Natsuki chimed in, turning up her nose and crossing her arms. "You couldn't give us the courtesy of taking a bath before we got here?"

"I-I didn't know you would be arriving so soon…" Yuri sighed, running a hand through her flowing purple hair. "B-But umm, since you're here now… is there- I mean, do you want a drink or something?"

"I don't want a stupid drink!" Natsuki scoffed.

"Oh… um…" Yuri paused, giving her head a slight tilt. "W-Why are you here, then…?"

Despite Natuski's indignance, Yuri felt… strange about seeing her pink-haired friend now. She normally thought Natsuki had an attitude problem, and something of a Napoleon complex. But something was different about her pink-haired school friend. Was she using a new perfume or deodorant? Did she style her hair in a new fashion? Yuri didn't think this was the case…

...and yet, Natsuki had a certain aroma to her. A sweet scent in the air, leading right to her. And her hair seemed more vibrant than usual - which was truly saying something. It seemed bouncier; it seemed more attention-grabbing. And Yuri's attention was now focused squarely on Natsuki.

"Why am I here?" Natsuki rolled her eyes, keeping her arms crossed over her little chest. "I'm here because Sayori said you had something you wanted to show us?"

"Show… you…?" Yuri trailed off, biting her lip at the thought of what Sayori must have been referring to. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Sayori was smiling widely, with her hands folded together expectantly. Yet this was barely even noticeable due to the tunnel vision that Yuri was experiencing. She was locked right on target. Locked right onto the pink-haired pettan.

She wondered how disgusting Natsuki would find the entire situation. How quickly Natsuki would run out of the house. She worried if she would tell someone at school. So many worries bouncing around in Yuri's head, she could barely keep track of them all.

Natsuki sighed. "Sayori said that you had something delicious to show us. I thought maybe you finally tried baking for real? I did give you pointers, didn't I?"

"You did…" Yuri nodded. "But I didn't, um, bake anything."

"Did you cook something? I am getting kind of hungry, actually," Natsuki thought aloud. "Maybe if you didn't make anything to eat, we should all go and check out that new burger place down the road…"

"You mean Burger Town?" Sayori asked.

"No, no, it's not Burger Town. I think it's Burger City? Whatever. We should go! It might be better than hanging out in this stinking, sweat-smelling room."

"Natsuki! Don't be mean!" Sayori frowned, and it was a frown that only deepened at the sight of Natsuki's devilish grinning. She loved to tease and taunt Yuri. She thought she made it too easy to do so. Yuri's hands clenched shut over the edge of her skirt. It was askew. Hastily thrown-on. And yet, for some curious reason, there appeared to be a bulge beneath it. As if Yuri was hiding something…

"Whatcha got there?" Natsuki asked, pointing at the obvious bump underneath Yuri's skirt.

"W-What do you mean?" Yuri asked, innocently.

"Don't play dumb! Are you hiding something under your skirt? What the hell is that?"

"It's n-nothing! Don't worry about it, Natsuki," said Yuri. "It's not anything you should worry about, okay?"

"Why are you acting so weird?"

"I'm not a-acting weird! You're acting weird!"

"What are you hiding under your skirt, Yuri?" Natsuki went back to smiling widely, holding out her hands in a predatory fashion. Like the little thing was going to pounce any minute. "You hiding something big from us? Is it a surprise, or something?"

"It's a surprise alright," Sayori chimed in to say, giggling after she had said it.

"So you showed Sayori," said Natsuki, "but not me? What kind of friend are you, Yuri? You should show me right now!"

"N-No, I don't… I don't think that's such a good idea." Yuri shook her head, looking at Natsuki pleadingly. "Please d-don't make me show you…"

"Stop being such a whiner and just show me! What do you have to hide from us?"

"I…"

"Sayori, don't let her escape!"

Faster than Yuri could expect, Sayori leapt over to her bedroom door and blocked it with her body, holding out her arms and legs like she was pretending to be a wall. An absolutely impenetrable force; an immovable object. Now Yuri had nowhere she could run to, and Natuski was inching closer and closer every moment.

"Aah! G-Girls, wait, this isn't necessary!" Yuri kept taking steps back, away from Natsuki, but it didn't take very long until her back was against the wall. And Natsuki wiggled her fingers teasingly, with her hands up in the air, finding the entire ordeal too funny not to keep it going.

"I'm gonna getcha," Natsuki warned, "and you're gonna show me what you got!"

"W-Wait! Natsuki, no!"

But it was too late. Like a bullet fired from a gun, Natsuki rocketed forward, and she grabbed the edge of Yuri's skirt, before throwing her arms up to raise the article of clothing.

"Gotcha!" Natsuki grinned, looking down. "Now, what are you…"

She paused when she saw it. Yuri could see it in her eyes: the exact moment in time when Natsuki's little soul had left her body. Her body stiffened. Her jaw looked as though it was ready to break free from the empire of her body. There was a long moment of silence from all parties involved. The tension was thick, but it still wasn't as thick as Yuri's cock. Still, it hung over everyone like a steel curtain. And then…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Hana looked up from her journal. The ink was still wet on the page, and so she didn't close her book when she gestured to the seat beside her. "Oh, not at all. You can have it!"

"Thank you." Monika sat down, smiling pleasantly at her redhead schoolmate. "Your name is Hana, right? From the art club?"

"Mm-hmm! And, well, I already know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. You're like, one of the most popular girls in school…" Hana trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward for saying such a thing to her face. "Monika, President of the Debate Club." Like it was a title of prestige, because it was.

"Yeah… but you know, the debate club can be kind of boring sometimes, you know?" Monika shrugged her shoulders, scooting closer to Hana. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things!"

"You wanted to talk to me?" Hana adjusted her glasses, searching Monika's face for a hint of dishonesty. And she relaxed when she couldn't find any. "That's… kind of weird, I think."

"Why do you think it's weird?" asked Monika.

"Well, um… well it's like I said. You're… you. And I'm…" Hana gestured to herself, smiling sardonically. "I'm a nobody. You should be talking to somebodies, not nobodies."

"I am talking to a somebody. Don't be so hard on yourself! Besides, I've seen your artwork. I pass through the art club room sometimes, you know. Your work is amazing. It's really amazing."

"What? No…" Hana scoffed, shaking her head. Monika thought it looked like a mop being wrung out; it amused her on the inside, but she kept her expression firm.

"I'm serious! You're so hard on yourself… but I guess all art kids are. I know what you're going through, in a way. Except for me… it's writing." Monika gestured to Hana's journal, which was still open on her lap. "I keep being told I'm a great writer… but I just can't believe it. I mean, poetry, it's just…"

She trailed off, rolling her shoulders in time with her eyes. Hana was quiet; she furrowed her brow as she looked at Monika, unsure where all of this had come from.

"Anyway!" Monika clapped her hands together, smiling in the friendliest manner she could muster. "Hana, it's nice to formally meet you. I'm Monika; I hope we can be friends!" She held her hand out, and then pulled it back suddenly. "Oops! Debate club habit, ha ha."

Hana nodded and smiled, brightly. "Well, it-it's nice to finally, uh, you know, talk to you! I always thought you were so unapproachable… but you're, like, so nice!"

"Aww." Monika waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, you know what? We should hang out sometime. Just us girls! Your hair is, like, so vibrant, oh my god? What conditioner do you use? You know what?" Monika cut herself off, taking Hana's pen and scribbling her phone number onto the page. "Why don't you text me sometime, huh?"

Hana's eyes went wide with surprise. "W-Wow… oh my god, are you-are you sure that's okay?"

"It's more than okay! Stop acting like I'm a goddess or something, sheesh!" Monika giggled.

This is so fucking fake, she thought.

"It's so fucking big and gross-looking," Natsuki remarked, flicking Yuri's cock with her finger.

"Ah!" Yuri winced. "Don't treat it so roughly…"

"Don't give me that!" Natsuki reached out and squeezed Yuri's cock, causing the well-endowed girl to squirm and groan from the sudden pressure. "Yuri, this is so fucked up! When were you going to tell me that you were a guy this whole time, huh? You think I appreciate being lied to like this!"

"Cut her some slack, Natsuki!" Sayori lay on Yuri's bed, swinging her legs idly. "She woke up this morning like this! Before today, she was 100% woman, just like us!"

"Woke up like this…" Natsuki scoffed. "Give me a break. People don't just WAKE UP with new body parts, Sayori. That doesn't HAPPEN. Which means Yuri was like this the entire time!"

"I wasn't!" Yuri put her hands up shortly. "Please believe me! This is stressing me out so much!"

"Even IF I believe something crazy and stupid like that, this is just…" Natsuki lost her train of thought. She kept her hand wrapped around Yuri's thick and throbbing cock, swallowing fearfully with intimidation clear in her gaze, and in the way she stared at it. Like it was a monster. "This is just… STUPID big. Like, holy SHIT, Yuri… you're such a freak. You know that?"

"I know…" Yuri felt utterly defeated. "I'm sorry…"

"Hmph. Don't feel so sorry for yourself. I just don't even know what to say. I don't even know why I'm still touching it…" Natuski let go of Yuri's cock.

When she did, she noticed Yuri start to squirm and whine.

"What?" Natsuki asked. "What is it?"

"Don't stop…"

"What?"

"Don't stop…!" Yuri started panting, and her cheeks were red. "Don't stop, please…"

"Oh my GOD is this really happening? Are we seriously doing this right now?"

Sayori giggled. "She's so desperate, isn't she?" The bubbly schoolgirl got up from Yuri's bed, and she walked over to them, casually. "She was like this today at school, too. In the girls' bathroom!"

"In the girls' bathroom?" Natsuki gasped. "Oh. My. God. Did you two…"

"N-No, we didn't!" Yuri lied.

"It's okay, Yuri," Sayori shrugged, falling to her knees in front of Yuri's mighty cock. "I can be honest and say that we had oral sex, teehee~"

"You fit that thing into your MOUTH?!" Natsuki took a step back in shock. "W-Why?!"

"Why?" Sayori turned to look at Natsuki, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Because I love cock."

Natsuki was speechless. She just stood there, in utter disbelief, as Sayori leaned forward and welcomed Yuri's cock into her mouth for the second time today. Almost immediately, Yuri's eyes drifted halfway shut, and she leaned against her bedroom wall.

"Oohhhhhh yessss…" Yuri's lips curled into a smile, and she ran a hand through her own long, purple hair. "Thank you… ohhh, Sayori… thank you…"

"Mmhm!" Sayori winked and gave Yuri a thumbs-up, before really getting started with fellating her. After all, what's a little blowjob between friends?

Natsuki took another step back. "W-What the hell is this… how can you just… you don't even know where that thing has been!"

"It was in her mouth this morning," Yuri confirmed, telling Natsuki the truth. "She helped me… get it under control before class…" She sighed pleasurably, letting the bliss wash over her. Sayori's mouth somehow felt even better than it had before. Or maybe, deep down, Yuri actually liked having an audience for something this obscene. Even if it was an audience of one.

But besides having an audience, Yuri relished being inside of Sayori's mouth. Feeling her warm tongue rub against the underside of her penis. The softness of her lips as they wrapped around her rock-hard, needy, skirt-raising…

"I can't watch this," Natsuki announced.

Pop! Sayori got her lips off of Yuri's cock, smiling gleefully as she started kissing Yuri's full balls. "That's okay," Sayori said between smooches, "you can leave."

"I can what?" Natsuki tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. Now it was Sayori's turn to roll her eyes.

"I wanted to show you this because I thought we could have some fun with it!" She started jerking Yuri off, while she spoke to Natsuki. Stroking that thick and meaty cock, back and forth. "You've been so uptight lately, so I thought this would be a good way to loosen you up!"

"You're insane," Natsuki said, shaking her head.

"Actually, I'm just VERY horny!" She leaned in and planted a wet, juicy kiss on the head of Yuri's thick dick. Like she was taste testing a mushroom. "But hey, if you're gonna be such a meanie about all of this… then Yuri and I will have our fun, and you can just go home. Right?"

Natsuki opened her mouth to speak, and then she closed it again. She looked… troubled. All she could do was stand there and watch Sayori simply give Yuri that blowjob. She was listening to Yuri's moans of pleasure. A soft, melodic moaning, that filled her ears like a siren song. And what's more, that smell was starting to fill her head with fuzz. Like a magic spell, Natsuki was finding herself… rooted to the ground. Unable to move. Just watch. Watch and learn.

Her arms found their way to her sides, and she took a step closer, watching Sayori gobble down Yuri's cock like it was the most delicious thing in this world. Maybe it was. And all the while, Yuri continued to moan and squirm and gently thrust her hips. She was making a concerning bulge in Sayori's throat. If she wore a collar, it might certainly snap.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," Natsuki remarked, "choking down all that meat."

Again, Sayori takes her mouth off of Yuri's cock to answer. "I'll be fine, don't worry! I'm used to fitting large things in my mouth!"

"You mean more dicks?" Natsuki smirked.

"I plead the fifth."

"You're a pig," Natsuki told her, narrowing her eyes.

"And you're getting in the way of my meal! So, shoo!"

Yuri groaned. "Can you two please stop arguing while she's t-trying to suck me?!"

Natsuki went quiet again. And once again, Sayori went back to noisily sucking Yuri's cock.

The pink-haired schoolgirl bit her lip at just the sounds of what she was listening to. She'd never thought of her friends in such a sexual manner… but for the first time ever, she was at least considering it. To witness Sayori just scarf down all that dick… and to see Yuri just lean against the wall, with her hand on Sayori's head…

She's giving her head pats, Natsuki thought, watching how Yuri ran her fingers through Sayori's hair, and how Sayori nuzzled that hand. Fuck, I want head pats, too…

Her nostrils flared as she watched them. As the musky aroma filled her nostrils, and as the moaning and sucking sounds filled her ears.

Haven't I been a good girl? Don't I deserve head pats, too?

Sayori took all 10 inches down her throat. She nuzzled her cute button nose against Yuri's pubic hair, and Yuri moaned even louder than she had before.

"Fuuuuck…!" Yuri panted softly. "S-Sayori, your THROAT…! I c-can't take how good it feels!"

"Mmmmmmfff~!" ❤️

"You're s-so gooooood at this!"

"Mmmhmmm~!" ❤️

Yuri turned her gaze to Natsuki, suddenly. Something about Yuri's expression - with her disheveled hair and her enormous cock buried down Sayori's throat - made Natsuki jump a little with surprise, and intimidation.

"W-What are you staring at…?" Natsuki asked.

Yuri said nothing. She just stared hard at Natsuki, like she was looking through her. So Natsuki tried again, this time puffing out her chest a little.

"I said: what are you STARING at me for? Stare at her, not me!"

Yuri cocked her head to the side, keeping Sayori's head between her thighs with a firm hand, with her cock buried down her hot and wet mouth. Staring at Natsuki, Yuri bit her lip, and she gestured to the floor in front of her. Sayori gagged a little bit, but she went back to her noisy sucking thereafter.

"What?" Natsuki asked.

"Get over here," Yuri told her.

"You want me to what?" Natsuki turned up her nose.

"I want you," said Yuri, "to get your skinny ass over h-here. Get on your knees n-next to her."

Sayori slurped up alongside Yuri's cock, but she almost started giggling when she heard that.

Natsuki sighed, electing to simply… walk up to the two of them. Just to get a closer look. Just to get a closer look, and for no other reason whatsoever. "Fine," she said. "Just to see."

Yes, that's it… she was only going to take a look. A look wouldn't hurt. Sure, her mind was swimming with dirty thoughts, due to all that musk in the air; due to those lewd sounds they were making. And sure, maybe her panties were a bit more damp than she would have preferred. And, of course, that was the biggest cock that she had ever seen, in real life and in fiction… but she was only going to take a look.

Just a look. That's all. That's… all…

And so, Natsuki got on her knees in front of Yuri for the first time. The first time… of many.

Thank you for being so patient, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it for you!