Concerning Mice

Spookrawr

Summary:

Lydia was a mousy teenage girl, literally. If she wasn't going unnoticed, she was being belittled, spoken down to, and pushed around. She thought she'd live her life in mediocrity, but big changes are coming.

Notes:

Hey everyone! First time posting my degeneracy for all to see. Wanna give a big shout out to Highlumin, who's work was so good it motivated me to put this little story into words. Check out their stuff if you haven't already! I've already begun Ch.2, so if you like this, let me know what species a set of mischievous goth teen twins should be, as that is not entirely set in stone yet.

Chapter 1: Ch.1

Chapter Text

The classroom was an echo chamber of various conversations. Being the last period of the last day of the school year, even the teacher was resigned to accept that no more learning would be taking place in the room, and why would they fight that? The exams were all done, the grades all in. The students were only here as a formality of school board school days, and the campus was basically where so many could easily meet their friends. All the students were going on about their plans for summer vacation, or reminiscing over events since passed. All except one. Sitting in the back corner, at her desk, little Lydia Clements rested her head on her tattered backpacked atop her desk, waiting for the bell to grant her release from this place she saw as an ecosystem for the animals known as teenagers. She often compared school to the wilds. How the cliques were diverse and had unique interactions with others, even in a predator/prey style. This was because she often felt on the prey end of things. Lydia seemingly was your average mouse. Snow white fur through and through, with milk chocolate hair in a messy pony tail that barely ended at the shoulder. She was often dressed in plain tees and an over shirt that was open and unbuttoned, as well as jeans, and notably it was all of a hand-me-down quality. To top off her all too mousy visage was a pair of rimless, thick lensed glasses. She stood 4'4" from the top of her head, and the world around her didn't let her forget that. She had always been shorter than her peers, That was simply a fact of life being a mouse, but it wasn't that harsh in elementary and middle school. The last three years though, puberty hit everyone and the margins between height, strength, and in turn, attitude had broadened to the point she was pushed through the tides of crowds at best, and near trampled at worst.

But even that was when she wasn't even noticed by her peers. When the less compassionate set their sights on her, she was helpless to do anything about it. That was why she was in the back corner of the classroom now, and for the last three years. Out of sight, out of mind. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrring! And there was the bell. A signal of freedom for all, but a final migration attempt to safe passage for the mouse. She waited a good few moments for her peers to bleed out of the classroom, standing and slinging her backpack onto both shoulders with a grunt. She was well and plenty practiced in this by now. Bide her time, and try to seamlessly step out last, while still looking part of the mass of bodies. Then move along walls, only crossing courtyards or hallways when slightly less congested, favorably if there was someone heavier set for her to use to obstruct her from eyes. A few quicker scurries and she was united with her one ally in this harsh domain. "Hey Lydia!" a friendly voice called out. "Still here Logan? I thought you'd be halfway home and logging Eldar Rune," she chimed back.

One would think with a name like Logan, the boy in question would be rugged, rustic, and broad shouldered. That was what his dad had hoped when he named him all those years ago, but, alas a name could not sway the means of growth. He was a human, but a runt of his own species. With hardly an ounce of body fat on his 5'8" frame, he seemed to embrace his place in the high school castes much better than Lydia. His golden blonde hair was in a bowl cut, and he favored button up shirts and slacks. That wasn't to say he was your typical brace faced geek. In fact, Lydia was still finding out more and more about Logan that surprised her. He embraced nerdy things, sure, but in a single free day he could knock out 300 pages of a novel, write or revise the start of a piano piece, paint out a pretty decent fresco, and still have time to log on the PC to co-op game with Lydia. "Please, I'm not as addicted as you. I have more important – no, finer hobbies to entertain," he shot back with a false air of snobby arrogance.

"Yeah yeah, you're so prim and proper with your music and your arts. What're you implying is the fancy-shmancy interest of this weekend, a look at the subtle accents in the works of Monet?"

"Actually, I was thinking more Modigliani. His life of hardships can be seen through the various portraits he painted."

"You act like I know who that is," she flatly spoke, knowing she was out of her depth on the topic now. Logan sighed with a smile. "Maybe you should spend the summer brushing up on different cultures. Would certainly help you applying for college."

"Nope! Don't even wanna think about that right now. Just wanna laze about in the dark to the point my vitamin D levels become disconcertingly low. I got my A grades, and I've earned this extended period of lethargy, and you're gonna celebrate the start of it with me, online, tonight!"

"Alright, alright, but later, say seven?"

"Deal."

Lydia bumped her shoulder into her taller friends arm as they parted ways to reconvene online. The usually wary rodent was in good spirits, and as a result, forgot she was supposed to be moving discreetly out of the school grounds. Happily walking naturally, she was easily spotted by those who hunted her,

"Little Liddy, little Liddy. You're a hard one to find in the crowds." "Not surprising. It comes with being so small," a pair of haughty voices called out, causing Lydia's ears, tail, and fur stiffen out. The mouse turned her dismaying gaze unto the familiar voices, but felt that much more dread when she saw it wasn't just the two. Surry and Alexis were the two who called out, but also in tow was Keiko, Mika, and Holi. 'The Pride' as they were called, since all five were of feline species. Surry, a Birman cat; Alexis, a Thai Siamese; Keiko, a Bengal Tiger; Mika, a Black Jaguar; and Holi, a Transvaal Lion. One would think with a name like 'The Pride' that the one leading the group would be Holi, or at least Keiko or Mika, but Surry and Alexis seemed to be the ones to take charge with all matters in their little group.

Lydia cursed herself in her own mind for letting her guard down. She should've known better. She wasn't off campus, so she wasn't home free. After the initial response of ears shooting up, they began to deflate upon her head, and tried to move ever so sheepishly away, but Holi and Keiko were soon flanking her, leaving her surrounded. Lydia could only shrink against the wall behind her as Surry and Alexis moved in. "We were hoping to catch you all week! You're a tough girl to find." "We need your expertise again," the two spoke with an almost obvious falsetto in the kind tones. Lydia's face of worry shifted with confusion amidst it. "But- school's over. There isn't any homework left to do," the mouse stammered. "On the contrary little mouse, it's the most important homework of all," Surry retorted, to which Alexis added on, "Gotta get those college and scholarship applications in early. My dad has been hounding me about how I gotta get them done over the summer." Lydia could feel her heart sinking by the second. It was bad enough they harassed her all school year, but now they were gonna take her summer away too!? "B-but I'm gonna be busy all summer-" she tried to object, before Alexis cut her off. "You? Busy? Doing what? Sitting in front of that computer all day every day, playing video games and watching streams?"

Lydia remained silent, her head down. They had a point. "All we're saying is since you'll be in front of that computer all day, it would be most efficient that you did it. Unlike you, we will actually be busy, out and about. It's just optimal for you to do it with your little cartoons on in the background," Surry added. Lydia tried to cope with this already. Maybe she was overreacting. She could write out a generic speech about overcoming a hardship she never dealt with, copy paste it to a few scholarships and maybe only lose a day of her summer. "We're not asking for much. Just 20,000 each," Surry tacked on as if she were asking for the mouse to spot her breakfast. "T-twenty thousand!?" Lydia squeaked in shock. "Of course! It's not guaranteed we get all the scholarships, and we aren't used to living so… thrifty, like you," Surry chimed, and Alexis moved closer, "We don't know why you're making a big fuss about this. You should be able to get way more scholarships than us. Your height alone should qualify you for a few of those pity payouts, not to mention your homes'… less than stellar income... being a hybrid...dead dad." In a flash Lydia's face whipped up to sneer at Alexis, teeth gritted and snout wrinkled as she seethed at the Siamese. "Don't talk about him!" Lydia snarled, tears budding in the sides of her eyes.

Alexis turned her head slightly to Keiko, a subtle action she knew. The tiger sighed, and before Lydia knew it, a striped hand was around her throat. The mouse cried out, albeit strained with her windpipe pressed upon. "Lift her up, eye to eye!" Alexis ordered. The tattered backpack behind Lydia grew more tattered as it slid against the wall. The underside of her jaw dug into the finger lifting her, but the constricted cries of the small girl made it clear it was hurting her more than Keiko, if it even hurt her at all. "Oh dear, you made her mad," Surry said in a hushed tone, though the smile curling on her face showed she was amused by this outcome. The mouse's whimpers turn to another strained cry as Alexis now reached out to take a fist full of Lydia's hair and pull it back to force her to face her. "You wanna act big? Here, you're as tall as me now. Go ahead, rodent, say what you need to say."

Of course, no answer came. How could it with a fist around her throat. "And here I thought you were smart. Mice are meant for serving cats. Simple as. Always has been," Alexis stated matter-of-factly. Lydia's eyes were snapped shut in agony, which only soared higher as the Siamese tightened her grip and pulled her hair up more. "Look at your betters when they talk to you!" she hissed. Lydia could barely open her eyes. It all hurt too much. She prayed her winced gaze was enough. "This is what happens when you bite the hand that feeds. Mice are small, feeble, fragile. I bet Keiko her could snap your neck if I tickled her ribs and made her grip clench tight. You need us. Need us to protect you, to own you. You'd never survive out there on your own, but you can't act so high and mighty to those that you belong to, impudent rat!" Alexis leaned in, fangs bared as she sneered at Lydia, and she spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe if your old man knew that, he'd still be alive too." Tears rolled down Lydia's cheek, both from physical and emotional distress. Holi and Mika had turned away from the assault, for one reason or another, but Holi spoke up, sounding aloof. "C'mon, Lex, that's enough. You made your point, and we got better things to do." Alexis paused, looking into the mouse's eyes a few seconds longer before letting go of her hair and turning on her heels. That was cue enough for Keiko to let go and follow suit. Lydia fell to the ground, her legs crumbling, unable to support her as she sputtered out a mix of coughs and sobs. "I changed my mind." Alexis huffed, turning only her head to look back at the mouse.

"Make that 30,000 each. Times are rough these days, and remember this, little Liddy, we have alllllll summer to think of a punishment if you don't. Ta~!"

Lydia was finally alone, and so much of her compelled her to pull her knees in and cry right there. She didn't want to be found like this though, not by anyone. It was all she had in her to lean against the wall, stand up, and make her way home. Not like she was making it to the bus.

It was already quite warm for the beginning of June. With all the sweat she produced on the walk home, she wondered if she'd have any fluids left to shed tears when she made it to her room. She was finally in front of her home after two hours of walking, trudging really, as she pushed open the white picket gate that trailed the perimeter of the lawn, a gate that would be quaint and reach the midsection of of most, more ornamental than anything really, but reached the chin of the mouse. "Lydia? Is that you?" an all too sweet sweet voice asked out. Lydia paused at the gate to her home, the spring on it pushing back at her hand. She took a quiet breath to herself before answering. "Yes, Mrs. Owens."

Mrs. Rebecca Owens had lived next door before she and her mom had moved in. She was nearly the embodiment of motherly. A brunette human with the softest of smiles, and a set of curves that filled both a blouse and pair of jeans more than a bit nicely. Lydia would be lying if she said she didn't use her neighbor as inspiration for a bit of private time now and again. Rebecca's front lawn had the loveliest row of flowers. A pride and joy for the woman, who stood up from her place, dirt spots on her knees and thick gloves on her hands. She wiped her brow with her forearm, tilting the sunhat she adorned in the process. Lydia couldn't help but notice the sheen on her cleavage as the top three buttons of her blouse were open simply to give space to the mass of mammaries the woman sported. "What on Earth are you doing walking about in this heat? Middle school ended four hours ago," she inquired. Lydia tried not to feel offended as she corrected the human. "True, but uh… high school let out two hours ago. I just finished my junior year, and am going into my senior…"

Mrs. Owens brought a hand to her mouth with a gentle gasp. "No! Is that so? It feels like only yesterday you and your mother moved in. You know I always made my way out of the house and into the garden when I heard you out and about, roaming the neighborhood. You're just so small, and I often worried something would happen to you," she prattled on, unaware that her kind words were a topic of much exasperation on the mouse's part. After the afternoon Lydia was having, it was hard to bite her tongue regarding such things. "That's very kind of you Mrs. Owens but-" "It was fulfilling for me. I never had kids of my own. Sean is always so busy, and the time for it eventually passed us by. In a way, I've always regarded you as the daughter I never had," she went on, the accents of her emotions coming through as she leaned her face into one hand, and held her waist with the other. She looked so sentimental about it, and suddenly leaned over to hug and lift the small teen. "Oh, senior year! But you'll always be the starry eyed girl that lit the backyard up with laughter in my heart!" Lydia finally resigned herself to the treatment. Mrs. Owens was simply too sweet, even if she was tired of being treated so small and fragile. She'd hug back if Rebecca didn't have the girl's arms pinned by her own hug.

"Darling you're as sweaty as me! Come, let me get you something to drink. It is much too hot for the first of June. A poor darling like you could keel over in this heat!" she said, taking a few steps towards her home. It was then that Lydia realized her neighbor was getting carried away, while she herself was being carried away. She began to wiggle, which served to press her face into the busty woman's bosom, and it didn't take long for Rebecca to realize her faux pas and set Lydia back down. "Sorry Mrs. Owens. It's been a long last day of school, and you're right, I don't feel all that great after the walk. I just really wanna lay down. Rebecca clasped her hands together, almost in a prayer pose in front of her. "Oh dear. I knew it. Your mother isn't home right? You should lay down in my home. If you were to collapse while no one was around…" Lydia put her hands in front of her, intent on expressing her declination. "I'm fine, really. Besides, I'm much too sweaty to lay on someone's couch. I just wanna take a shower and a nap." she said, practically pleading at this point. The older woman's face still held concern as she let out a long breath through her nose. "Alright," she relented, "But you promise me you'll drink something too. Water is more important in you than on you after this heat!" "I know, Mrs. Owens," Lydia nodded as she backed away, lest the maternal neighbor scoop her up again. With a faster than usual pace, the mouse swung the gate open, letting it shut itself and entered her home, locking the door behind her.

The Clements residence was much smaller than many of the other homes in the neighborhood. It seemed like the only one that never got renovated with more rooms and a second floor over the decades like the others. Between that, and a lucky time in housing economy, her mother landed this humble little home in a much nicer residence than one usually could on a single income. It was all it took for Lydia to carry her back pack the last few steps to her room to drop it, where she saw a once small hole was now noticeably larger, no doubt thanks to the rough abrasion it suffered at the hands of the feline. It was enough to make the emotions flood back into the mouse, who carried herself to the bathroom to clean herself up. Entering the bathroom, she began peeling the sweat-wet clothing from her form, and tossing it into a pile behind the door.

Now wearing only her glasses, she stood upon a step stool to see herself from above the sink, taking a long, hard look in the mirror. She knew she was less than plain. Hardly any curve at her waist, looking as though from hip to underarm was practically planar. Her chest was nonexistent, no bra even necessary. The harshest look in reality to her though, was the one that only she and her mother even knew about. Lydia wasn't entirely female. One could say she lacked the definition, as between her legs wasn't a slit, but the hanging signs of a male, though, hardly, she thought. Lydia did indeed sport a penis and testicles, and much like her, they seemed underwhelming in their entirety. Even in her most fervent sessions, her erection was around four inches or so. She didn't know why she was looking at herself. She didn't like the way she looked. She didn't like who she was. She could feel the undulations of sobs climbing up her windpipe as she looked away, setting her glasses on the sink, and stepped into the shower. She spent a good deal of time there, pretending tears were merely the shower water running down her face. If only to fool herself.

When the feelings of wretchedness had finally waned, she exited the shower and toweled off, walking around her home in just her glasses. The only other person to walk these rooms was her mother, and she worked so much, the mouse was lucky if she saw her mother twice a week. She was a nurse, and a dedicated mother. Too dedicated it often felt, but bills had to be paid, and a child had to be raised. Lydia went to the fridge where another step stool was. She stood atop it to open the freezer and pull out a microwave meal. Another product of seldom seeing her mother. The droning sound of the microwave seemed to resonate in her head, behind her half lidded eyes as she disassociated until the timer beeped. No sense in stirring and heating a second time to her. Just nuke it and stir. Let entropy do the rest. She didn't even remember the brief trip to her room, or sitting down, but there she was, fork in hand with a streaming service on her personal computer screen. Lydia slid on the comfiest clothes she had that were clean as she sat in her rolling chair. She shoveled the salty excuse for a dinner into her maw, and drinking to satisfy her neighbor's worries, even though she'd never know for sure. She tried not to think about today, not to think about anything. It was a lot easier now for some reason. The mouse was really tired now. She didn't bother pausing what was on screen. She just staggered to her bed, glasses still on, and fell over into her pillow.

When Lydia came to, she couldn't be sure of a lot of things; what time it was, what day it was...if she was dead or not. Her body felt heavy, and her head more than foggy. She felt like her head was made of tungsten as she extended her arm out blindly reaching for her phone. The light stung even as she used the pillow to shade it while her eyes adjusted. A text from Logan, and one from mom...and three missed calls. "Aw jeez." she thought to herself as she called her mother back. It rang one and a half times only before the frustrated tones of her mother called out. "Lydia! Do I even need to say it? You know you're supposed to call me when you get home from school!" "Yeah, I know mom. I just sorta...passed out when I got home." Her mother thought about challenging that statement, but the grogginess in Lydia's voice made it clear that the mouse was only recently awake. She sighed. "Why do you have to make we worry so?" she asked. Lydia pushed herself up right, swaying forward, still feeling languid. "You worry too much, mom," she retorted. There was a pause, the sound of hospital machinations heard in the background. Her mother knew how her daughter felt concerning over protection and self reliance. "Comes with the territory of being a mom," she dismissed, then changed topics.

"Well, I have tomorrow off. Figured we can do something when we both wake up." It took Lydia a second longer to process the words. "Actually mom, I don't feel so great right now." "Did something happen?" "I missed the bus and walked home, but that's about it," she replied, omitting the traumatic event at the end of the day. "Yes I drank water," she added before her mother could get started. "Well, then yes, the rest is all you should need. Should be fine to do something together when you wake up." "I dunno… it doesn't feel like regular crummy…" "Alright hun… you just rest. I'll check on you when I get home." Lydia groaned in the affirmative before signing off. "Night mom. Love you." "Love you too, dear." Lydia looked at her phone to see another text, this one from Logan. [We still playing tonight?] Lydia fell back over, rolling to her side as she tapped out. [Feeling really tired. Gonna sleep forever] before near dropping her whole arm on the nightstand to let go of her phone, then let it slide off and hang over the bed. Not much else was remembered after that as sleep took her once more.

The sun was only just starting to rise as the garage door to the Clements residence opened, and in stepped a buxom mare of the brightest brown with splotches of white here and there under her cyan scrubs, and a blonde mane upon her head. Setting her hand bag down, the mother gently made her way to the mouse's room, slowly entering to see her little girl laying face up, quite inert. Her glasses still on her face, and her mouth parted ever so slightly, almost imperceptible due to her front teeth. She smiled softly down at Lydia, gently sliding a hand under the girl's bangs and upon her forehead to feel for a fever. Feeling nothing though, she leaned over to kiss her darling girl's head, and removed her glasses before exiting to shower down, and follow suit in her own bed.

Six hours later she rose again, only to find her daughter was still in bed, under covers. Now she did begin to grow a bit concerned. She moved over to the bedside and got on her knees next to it. "Lyd? Sweetie?" she softly spoke, rocking her daughter. She got no reaction, prompting a second, more assertive shake, which seemed to rouse the mouse from slumber, though not entirely happy. "Honey it's one in the afternoon. How long have you been out?" Lydia paused long and hard, struggling with basic math in her present state. "...Nineteen hours???" Her mother could only blink at such an answer. "Alright. Get up. Get food in you. Do you feel nauseous?" she started. Lydia shook her head slowly. "Do we have grapes?" she asked almost like a child in her drowsy state. "No, but I have to go grocery shopping anyway. Lydia tried to roll out of bed, but a mix of the height and her sluggish form left her flumping to the floor. "Lydia! What is going on!?" her mother gasped. "I dunno...i'm just so… tired," she mustered up. Her mother was beginning to grow concerned. "Ok just- back into bed. I'll bring you saltines now, and grapes when I get back." she instructed as she helped her daughter back into bed. The mare did just as she said, at least finding relief in her daughter stomaching food. After nibbling the entire sleeve of crackers away, Lydia fell back into her pillow…

It was the sort of fatigue so rare and exhausting that it's difficult for one to realize and accept their consciousness. Lydia was pulled from slumber again, feeling a blanket over her, but not a pillow beneath her head. Rather, it was a thigh. A silver glow of a television screen with it's sounds roused the mouse. She was in the living room, but how? Of course, her mother had carried her there. Her eyes barely opened, the sting of the electric light causing them a dull ache, but for what little they did open, she spotted a bowl of white grapes on the coffee table in front of her. A hand slowly extended from under the blanket, taking a stem of grapes, and practically hugging them close as she nipped grape after grape off of it. She felt a loving hand stroke her head, but couldn't find the strength to reciprocate in any meaningful way. She fell back asleep, still holding the empty stem against her chest.

The week was a blur similar to that. Lydia would wake up for mere minutes, take in food, text her mother to let her know she hadn't died in her sleep, then fall back into slumber, sometimes sitting in the shower until the water grew cold enough to wake her back up. Halfway through June, the mouse sat up from bed, a bit less groggy than she had been the last couple of weeks. She pushed off the bed, onto her feet with some odd balance about her, and taking two steps, she let out a squeak as she toppled to the ground. She was perplexed as she pushed her upper half up, looking down at her self, confused. Her feet seemed...further away than usual. She stood back up only to feel even more perplexity. Her room felt...lower, and her shirt was showing midriff, which it did not do before. Lydia blinked, and stood in the middle of her room for what felt like an eternity as she couldn't process existence in her immediate surroundings. She aimlessly walked to her bedroom door and reached for the door knob. Again, it seemed off, as the knob used to be near the same height as her shoulder, but now was lower down. Only then did it begin to click, but she couldn't believe it. It felt too surreal, too good to be true. But, as she walked through her home, it began to truly sink in. She was taller! Not just a bit taller either. She had to be just below five feet, if not five feet exactly! She begun to slowly spin in the kitchen. It felt like she was seeing the world through new eyes. A giggle escaped her, then another, and then another. To say Lydia was on cloud nine was an understatement. For a while she jumped around her kitchen like a child, flapping her hands close to her body in unabashed joy. When she finally tuckered herself out, she remembered she emerged from her room for food. Man, she was hungry. The usual frozen meal was readied while she still needed the step stool to grab a cup from the cupboard, but a larger cup was taken and filled to near spilling with water. The remainder of sunlight, and still thereafter was spent in the rather mundane, yet expected nerdy lifestyle the mouse was accustomed to, though frozen meals seemed to dwindle faster than usual, not that the mouse noticed. She was too giddy to think about anything except thoughts that brought her happiness, riding the high of her new height.

It may not have been the wisest decision, but Lydia hadn't contacted her mother after discovering her growth spurt, not because she had any serious thoughts behind this. Instead the mouse wanted to surprise, and otherwise startle her mother. Given how much she slept, her own sleep schedule was crazy enough that she could stay awake until her mother got home around sun up. Gaming, snacking, and meme-ing until she heard the garage door's low hum reach her end of the home. The mouse already wore a silly smirk on her face as she slowly walked the hallway, sticking to the shadows and stepping lightly. Her cheeks were pushing up on the bottom side of her glasses as she grinned widely and entered the living room, and then dining room where her mother was setting down her arm bag. "Welcome home, mom." Lydia tried to say as naturally as possible, an act she found tricky given her cheeks wouldn't lower from her impish smile. "I should've known you'd become nocturnal over the sum-" the caramel, equine mother started, but prematurely punctuated with a short shriek, and knocking her arm bag off the back of the chair she placed it on. A snrk followed by giggles of success escaped Lydia as she stepped closer, presenting herself to her mother who looked on bewildered, one palm planted on the kitchen counter, the other flat on her own chest. "Wh- Lydia! What…" was all the flustered nurse could get out as her daughter began her bounce towards her for hugs and closer observation. "I woke up a lot less sleepy today, and I dunno! I guess this is me now!" she happily responded. Her mother was near petrified feeling Lydia hug her tightly. It felt foreign with her head higher up on her own form. Not bad, just uncanny. Her own arms slowly curled around to hug her back as the adjustment set into her head. "This is what happens when I don't see you for nearly two weeks straight," she said with a winded tone akin to her prior shock. She gently pulled the mouse back by the shoulders and leaned down to get a good look at her, almost bumping foreheads, forgetting her daughter's height. Her eyes darted up and down, looking her daughter all over in amazement.

"My word, look at you! You've got to be taller than your father now!" She let out in a long, airy breath, and continued with her observation, "And your clothes don't fit right anymore either." "Yeaaaaaaah… that was why I stayed up to talk to you. That, and to scare you." The mother mare let her brow relax as she stood back upright with her hands on her wide hips. "Oh, that's why you stayed up? Even though you could have gone to sleep at a reasonable hour and woken up to greet me home?" Lydia giggled and leaned against her mother again. "On summer break? Impossible." Her mother began to smile. It dawned on her that it had been a long time since she had seen her daughter so happy, smiling so wide her cheeks raised her glasses off of the bridge of her nose. "Well, I don't have a day off for another two weeks, so make sure you're done growing by then," she chimed back making her way to the freezer to get a meal in before she went to sleep, but upon opening it, she was befuddled to find so few frozen meals sitting within. "Lydia, where did all the microwave meals go?" Looking like the cat that ate the canary, Lydia put her hands behind her, shoulders shrugging. "Well, I am a growing girl after all…"

July 3rd

Lydia sheepishly entered the thrift store alongside her mother. She wore a pair of her mother's scrub bottoms, the drawstring around the waist pulled out long and tied into a bow to keep them on her form, and one of her mother's shirts hanging loosely on her skinny frame. It was a necessary evil, as Lydia had no clothes of her own that fit anymore. In the weeks that had passed, it seemed Lydia tried to take her mother's word to heart and get all of her growing out, as she now stood 5'7". Lydia had been giddy and growing giddier with each inch, but now all of the eyes upon her were making her more than a little insecure. She tried to slink away in between clothing racks, but she was now learning that with her new found height, she wouldn't be able to hide as well as she used to. She could only half focus on sifting through the shirts as the heat in her face from embarrassment welled up.

"Oh, these look nice," her mother beamed as she pulled out two blouses of summer yellow and violet. Lydia blanched at the sight of them, "Not really my style." "Not a lot of options in a thrift store," her mother retorted, but then wore a grin. "But it looks like they have your style right here!" From between the packed rack of shirts came a grey tee with the most absurd looking crop of fruits, looking straight out of an infants cartoon. and in equally gaudy words above it read "I found a cornucopia of love at Hogans County Fair". Lydia could only squint at her mother, fore teeth poking out of her pursed lips causing her mother to laugh. At least it mellowed the mouse out. "Perhaps just some flannels, and some plain white tee's will suffice," Lydia offered. She had been worried about how clothes shopping would stress finances on top of her increased appetite. Her mother gave a huff. "Sure, flannel, in this summer swelter. Lyd, sweetie you're going to have to compromise for your own sake. Besides, a blouse would fit you really well now!" Lydia didn't want to admit it, but it was true. With her height also came a more feminine figure. She could finally see a curve to her waist, and while still lithe, had hips showing, and doing their part to hold up those scrub bottoms she currently wore. "Siiiiiigh… just the yellow one," she relented.

After many more minutes of rummaging through tops and bottoms, Lydia made her way to the changing rooms, and entered a stall. She started with various shirts, which were easy to sort through. If they didn't ride up under the armpits, or show midriff when she raised her hands up, they we accepted, with the exception of a few her mother sneaked in, hoping her daughter would accept them. "Time for the pants," she thought to herself taking the jean shorts from the top of the pile and pulling them up her legs. They didn't feel right already, but as she drew the zipper up, they felt downright awful. She didn't even want to sit down to test their comfort further as she quickly popped the button and drew the zipper back down. Clearly in the 'no' pile. Next was… a pair of corduroys. Well, it was a thrift store. Sliding her legs in, they felt like they'd be wearable, but as she zipped up, again they didn't sit right- or stand right for that matter. A pair of jeans? Same issue. Slacks? Same issue. Khakis? Same. Damn. Issue. She groaned in agitation. Why were all these pants so uncomfortable?!

As she looked down at the current pair she wore, it dawned on her, the bulge pressing against the zipper, at the entire groin region. Her brow rose in realization as she tugged at the where the leg met the thigh on the pants. None of them fit because all the pants were pulled from the women's section, and as far as anatomy was concerned, from the navel down she wasn't a woman. It made sense. Her underwear wasn't fitting tight, but she thought that was thanks to the budding hips and height she had developed. The fact that her panties sagged and pulled at the leg holes due to the weight of her appendage wasn't a consideration, until now. Lydia felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought about it. Her entire life she had felt inadequate, so teenage lust was also accompanied by sadness, but now, she felt lust, and only lust. Without the inhibition of negative emotions, and lust alone was quite an overwhelming sensation- "How's it going in there, Lydia?" -a sensation that would have to wait a few hours. The mouse opened the door a sliver, and her head poked out, ears to follow as they slid through and popped out. "Uhhhhh…. We 're gonna have to get pants from the men's aisle," she stated plainly. "What?" her mother shot back quizzically. Lydia didn't want to say it out right, obviously. "...None of these...'fit'…" she emphasized the last word. "Oh." her mother gave as an auto-response, until the proverbial penny dropped. "O-oh!"

Conversation was scarce for Lydia on the drive home. Her mother tried, but the young mouse was unable to focus in reality. Her mind was far off, sinking into the realization of budding arousal. It didn't feel easy to contain either, pinching her knees shut the ride home. She didn't feel safe exploring this newly unabashed emotion freely as soon as they got home, or hours after either. Her mother took a nap before another night shift, but once she left for her shift, the mouse was at her computer, fiercely searching for a plethora of pornography. Tab after tab of videos were queued up as she wide-eye gazed at the screen. When the number of appealing video thumbnails began to taper off, she paused, mind blank, reflecting the same thoughts reflecting off of her glasses in the dark room. She had been naked in her own room for a while now, waiting to be alone in the home. Now, looking down at her lap, she saw it, pulsing, moving. She had never seen her own sex look so appealing, so alive. She had to sit and stare in silence and appreciation for a moment before suddenly moving.

She opened a drawer of her desk, the contents within a complete cluster of various paraphernalia. Reaching in, she pulled out an old wooden ruler, something grade school required be part of every students' inventory, yet ironically never used. She always felt that was weird. Not now though, now her mind was on one thing. One throbbing, titillating thing. Lydia promptly placed the ruler atop her pelvic mount, above her erection, and gazed intently at the result, leaning over to better see. The dim silver glow of the computer screen showed the final measurement to her: 7 . Lydia shuddered, feeling a leap in her chest when she read, and stared longer and closer to ensure she wasn't just seeing things, but it was true. She didn't feel so inadequate anymore. Not inadequate at all in fact. Her hand released the ruler, letting it fall silently to the floor while her hand slowly moved around her dick. She was strangely tentative as her fingers curled around it, and suddenly stopped. Well, not suddenly, but much sooner than she expected. Whenever she gripped it before, it felt like she closed a fist around it, but this time her fingers certainly did not curl to that degree, adding further to her silent delight, which she felt coming in twitches from her length against her palm. It was all a positive feedback loop. The size, the pulsations, the warmth, all of it made her more and more horny, and without even thinking of it, her hand began to piston up, then down. She soon realized she was simply fapping silently in her room, and hit play on the video currently on screen, swiftly jumping past foreplay, to the part where the participants were in the thick of it.

For most of the lustful videos, everything seemed vanilla. A male, a female, penetration in various positions, but each had the same thematic finale. Deep creampies, knottings, declarations of impregnation. That was Lydia's number one fetish by far. She had a breeding kink. She seldom explored it because she didn't feel good enough, not valid to be part of any gene pool. Her lack of self worth tended to snuff out her arousal before it could even get anywhere. Now though, with her flourishing figure and grown gonads, her lust was not inhibited by negative emotions. Her tongue fell from her mouth as she was panting, feverishly pumping her fist into a blur as she tabbed from one insemination of a woman to the next. It didn't matter the woman either. Human, anthro, furs, scales, lithe, buxom, busty, coltish. Her mind flashed with images in place of whichever male was pumping seed into them, forcing harsh groans of pleasure from her throat. When her cock pulsed against her hand, she imagined it seeding a womb deeply, going as far to imagine ovum surrounded by droves of sperm, one by one falling to fecundation. One of the women in the videos hit a particularly lewd pitch in moans, and sent the mouse over the edge. Knowing there was no holding it back, she pumped her penis for all it was worth, even crying out as she tensed, pelvis rising, legs extended from the floor, back arched into the chair. One, two, three shot fired from her phallus, appearing shadowy to her due to the screen on the other side of them. They fell in atop the edge of her desk and keyboard, where a few more dwindling spurts followed, landing on her thighs.

Lydia was gasping for air as she laid her forearm over her eyes, having not yet let go of her cock as she felt the remnants of her orgasm pool around the head of it, held there by her encircled fingers. "F-fuck…" she huffed out as she looked down at her mess. In post-orgasmic bliss, it was hard to feel annoyance that she'd have to clean it up, instead feeling pride that she was capable of making such a mess. She looked from her mess, to her cock, to her screen, and back. She had a few more tabs of porn she hadn't viewed yet, and her dick still hard within her grasp. Well, it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. Her hand slid down her shaft, letting the pooled semen coat her cock, and lather it with the upstroke as she hit play on another video, and repeated the acts once again.

July 19th

"It's obviously not normal, and it can't be healthy!" Lydia's mother stated with clear distress in her tone. The mouse and mare were in a doctors' office, in an examination room with a physician. Lydia sat on the strange bed thing, feeling the wax paper laid over it crunch beneath her figure. Her head sunk down a bit, shoulders up. Her mother's emotions to the doctor were making her even more embarrassed about the situation. The doctor was a human of some Asian origin, Lydia guessed South Korean, mid thirties, and in exceptionally great health if his posture and build beneath the lab coat were any indication. He remained composed as the mother vented her worries, and turned to begin looking at Lydia in a bit more detail. The bashful looking mouse was wearing a flannel from the thrift store, but the sleeves were now up her forearms. Her jeans didn't just show ankle, but calves as they too were too short. The mouse was presently six foot even, having not stopped growing at all over the summer. The doctor could understand why the mother was so distressed. Mice were commonly never taller than five feet. "Just to make sure I understand this, you're worried your daughter is tall?" the doctor asked. Tensing in frustration for a bit, the mother tried to relax, and take a deep breath out, "No, I'm worried because she's grown over a foot and a half in the span of less than two months and isn't showing signs of slowing down!" The doctor had a good poker face, but a more experienced mind could see the subtle reactions that showed surprise.

"I see. I was unaware of the rate of her growth." "I told your receptionists, multiple times," the mother retorted with clear agitation in her voice. She had always had a vendetta against receptionists in the medical field, finding too many to not be diligent in their work. Lydia could recount more than one occasion where her mother went on a rant about the most common errors in a hospital were clerical errors. The doctor took a folder and flipped through Lydia's file, first to double check there was no mention of the time frame of the mouse's growth, and then through her medical records. Flipping one paper up, then down, then back up again, he turned to the mare. "And Mrs. Clements, you are her biological mother?" Lydia's mother tensed again. She knew the question was medically necessary, but the social outlooks on such matters were sensitive subjects.

"Yes, I am her biological mother, and her father was a mouse." The doctor paused again and turned to the towering teenager. "Lydia, do you feel any aches? Any pains?" Lydia only silently shook her head before a timid "No. None." "Any strange sensations, reactions, changes in mood?" he added. Lydia paused for even longer. She couldn't tell him she had been masturbating once a day now. No- if she was being honest with herself, it started daily, and had been steadily increasing to where three or four times was on the low end of her daily fapping. "Just increased appetite," she finally answered. "Hm, I bet," he said with a smile. "Your body is gonna need all the nutrients it can get for how quickly you're growing." He turned back to Mrs. Clements. "I can certainly do a routine physical to see if I find anything out of the ordinary. She's due for one anyway, but to be honest, hybrids are just a fickle aspect of genetics, with so much diversity, and so little research on it. I'd wager that's was causing this, even if I have no way of proving it." Mrs. Clements, even Lydia were aware of how unknown genetic hybridization was. Ever since her daughter was born, the mare tried to find research material regarding hybrids, but there was nothing useful to be found. "What about blood work?" Her mother proposed, but the doctor shrugged his shoulders.

"What's going on in her body goes beyond just blood, tissue as well. Even if we found abnormalities, they could be byproducts of the rapid growth, rather than indicative cause. And there isn't a point in endocrine tests either, unless, Lydia, you've noticed any changes of note in your cycle." Lydia's face changed more worriedly. All of her medical charts had her as 'female'. Intersex people were simply so incredibly rare, that no hospital had standard procedure to document them more thoroughly. At her own birth, prenatal blood work showed her as female, as did another blood test after her birth which perplexed all involved in the matter, but ultimately they resigned to let the mother decide the gender on her birth certificate, since only two options were available. Her face changed since she did not feel like correcting the doctor on her 'cycle'. "Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary there," she tried to spit out casually. "Alright then. Do you have any preference for your mother staying in the room for the physical?" Lydia didn't even look in her mother's direction. "She can stay."

The physical was routine enough. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Rubber hammer to the knee etc. Pulling off the nitrile gloves, the doctor spoke. "Everything seems in order. There is one thing though…" Lydia clenched the examination bed she sat on, worried about what the doctor was about to say. She had been doing her damnedest to hide any inclination of her sex as he examined her. The doctor went to a computer in the room and clicked through various windows before printing out some papers and handing them to the mouse. "What's this?" she asked. The doctor put a hand on his thigh and leaned on it. "Physical therapy exercises. You've been growing quite rapidly, which can leave your joints at risk. Follow those instructions to the letter. Strengthen your tendons and protect your ligaments," he said with a tone that, while soft, conveyed how serious he felt the matter was.

With a few more formalities, the Clements' were back in their car to drive home. "Well, that doctor at least seemed competent. I've witnessed many a doctor in my years I had to wonder how they graduated medical school," sighed Lydia's mother. Lydia looked down at the physical therapy papers, then back to her mother. She could see how tired her mother was, and considering how she worked night shifts for years, to see her mother as exhausted as she was shook the mouse. Not just shook; a myriad of emotions swam through her head, but the biggest one was guilt. She wasn't dumb. She knew her increased appetite, the clothes she already grew out of, the sudden doctors appointments were all straining finances. When they got back home and inside, her mother huffed in fatigue, "I'm gonna try to get a few hours of sleep before my shift." "Ok…" she replied, watching her mother turn for her room. Right then, a twinge of panic enveloped the mouse, and she called out, reaching as she did. "Um- mom?" The tired mare turned to face her daughter, and she stepped up to her. It was still so strange to be eye level with one another. "About my birthday coming up… you know you don't have to get me anything, right? I mean- I'm pretty content this year, being tall and all…" her gaze went down to the ground. "and I know you're always worrying about money and… and…" tear began to well in her eyes. "Oh honey…" her mother cooed, pulling her in tight. Lydia trembled as the emotional damn broke, and she sobbed in her mother's arms. "Money may be tight for a while but don't you ever think you're a burden to blame. I am always thankful to have you in my life. Every day, you hear me?" The mother cupped the wet cheeks of her crying daughter, thumbs brushing aside oncoming tears. "We will make do. I've been in tougher financial situations than this. Don't you worry. Not like I'm gonna up and ship you to grandma and grandpa's farm." Lydia pursed her lips, trying to swallow the lump in her throat as she nodded. She hoped said lump was held back enough to speak.

"There is one thing I want to do, in place of anything for my birthday." "What is it, sweetheart?" "I want… to learn to cook. Like, actually cook. You're always busy with work and buy these frozen dinners, and it would be cheaper if I could do it myself. I could even make enough for you too, and… and I'm tall enough to reach the stove now but above all, I want to eat right. I don't want to take this body for granted, or let it go to waste because I eat junk food." Her mother listened, taking in a breath as she considered it. "I don't know hun. What if you burn or ruin the food. We shouldn't risk taking the loss." "I won't. There are lot's of online video recipes and tutorials, and even if I did mess up, it wouldn't be to the point I couldn't stomach my failed attempt." "What if there's a fire? We don't have anything to extinguish a fire if it comes from grease." "Mom...I'm going to be eighteen soon. I'm not a little girl anymore...literally. I want you to trust me. Besides, I gotta learn how to be somewhat self sufficient." All of Lydia's points were valid, and her mother knew this. She was just tired, and had been worried for her daughter non-stop for days, but Lydia was right, and as they stood close, sharing this moment, the fatigue and worry lessened enough for her to see that. "Alright, alright. I'd be a bad mother if I sent you out into the world one day unable to even make a proper meal or two. You have anything in mind?" Lydia smiled a bit, eyes still a bit red from her water works. "Not yet, but I know where to look." "Well text me ingredients by Thursday, I'll call you on my lunch break. I feel I'll have a lot of questions about whatever you send me," she said with a motherly grin. Lydia tried to smile back a bit, nodding. "Okay. Thank you mom. I love you." "I love you too sweetie." "I think I'm gonna lay down too. Wake me up when you leave for work?" "Will do, Liddy-Lyd."

Lydia was awoken by her mother just as she said she would. She was thankful to herself for opting to keep her pants on during her nap. She preferred to be more bare when she slept, but she had a gut feeling that turned out right. Again she had a hard on that the combination of pants and bed sheet kept out of sight to avoid an awkward moment with her mother. Waiting for her mother to depart before tossing the bed sheets off, she felt a sensation she couldn't quite describe as she sat in wait to make sure her mother was true and gone to work. It made her gasp to feel it, made her chest flutter, a mix between sinking and hollow. This wasn't the first time she felt it, and was aware that it always was followed immediately by a throb to her member. "Jeez, is this what boys have to deal with on a daily basis?" she thought to herself as she tossed the blanket off to see the outline pulling at her right pant leg.

Lydia shimmied out of her pants, on her back, legs in the air as she fought with them, finally yanking one pant leg off, then the other. Underwear was no longer an option. She had long outgrown her panties from her height and hip development alone, never mind the added size of her sex, and the thrift store certainly wasn't selling used underwear. So, with the worry that Lydia would just outgrow any new pairs the bought, she had to go commando for now. Knees up, feet flat on the bed, she looked down at her dick, white as her own fur. When flaccid, the veins and glands were a salmon egg pink in hue, but now, in it's erect state, the veins and head seemed to have darkened to a raspberry red color. "Looks like it's grown again," she thought as she stared for a few seconds longer in glee. That sensation fluttered through her chest again, making her jump a bit before watching her penis twitch, the head puffing a bit before calming down again. "Alright alright," she finally spoke out loud as she got up and went to her computer chair. She was resigned to rub another one out today, but first she opened her drawer again. It was becoming ritualistic how she measured every so often. She leaned back, putting one foot on the edge of her desk as she laid the ruler down beside her bodily extension. 10 – No a bit more than that, but not quite . Lydia smiled to herself at the numerical values before her cock gave a kick, and a let loose a wad of pre-cum that nearly hit her keyboard, falling just past the desk's edge. "Ack!" she let out as she dropped the ruler and grabbed her dick, pulling it to point towards her body in case it had more to shoot out. Then she took notice for the first time. Her hand felt an abnormality, a growth of some sort that the computer screen light showed contours of. It felt like flesh, but denser, and encircling her shaft about 1/3 of the way from the base of her length.

The mouse looked quizzically at it, pinching it, rolling her thumb over it, and certain it wasn't there before. She only stopped paying attention to it when the throb from her dick also throbbed in her balls, a mix of shock and ache coming from them. She gave appraisal to her testes as well, just not as often as her penis, but she could see those lush red veins running from her length, and creeping down to her scrotum. They only got so far before relaxing into the tissue, looking like roots of a tree moving downwards. She cupped one of the orbs in her other palm. They were getting heavier too. They resembled chicken eggs in size, but definitely weightier. Maybe she should have confessed her true gender to the doctor. This may not be healthy or normal. Then again, the image of one of the lewd videos she favorited in her browser caught her peripheral, and all thoughts of concern were gone, replaced by a quickly rising lust. Her hand began to move up and down as she hit play, and started a process she was getting rather accustomed to.

One mess to clean up later, and Lydia was back at her computer for less lewd reasons. She was late for an online meet up with Logan. She quickly popped her head phones on and entered voice chat. "Sorry I'm late. The… doctor gave me physical therapy exercises!" she semi-lied. Not like she could tell Logan she was actually packing and jerking it. "Riiiiight. The doctors appointment for the rampant growth spurt you've been having conveniently since you left on the last day of school, and has been going on since, which you've provided no evidence of." Logan sarcastically elaborated. "I'm serious!" the mouse practically pouted. "I'm taller than you now, six feet in fact!" she added. "Hmmm, on one hand, the jig would be up day one of the upcoming school year, so you'd have no reason to keep up this farce, unless your motive is to simply mess with me. On the other hand, you've given excuse to not show proof at every turn, which colors me skeptical." "What, you want me to swing by your home and lord my tallness over you?" she snickered. Composed as ever, Logan retorted. "Rules of the internet my mischievous mouse: Pics, or it didn't happen." Lydia paused for a bit as she booted up the online game they were agreed to partake in.

"None of my clothes fit anymore. I kinda don't like the thought of having photographic evidence of me looking so ridiculous with so much fur exposed." That much was true to her feelings, but again, the obvious difficulty of hiding her lower appendage from evidence was the more crucial reason. "And so ends another rousing round of calling Lydia's bluff. Now are we taking on the Void Demon first, or the Magma Matriarch?" Logan resigned the topic, which eased Lydia's anxiety on the matter. "Matriarch. She has to have something awesome for my pyro build behind her, and I need you to carry me since, as it turns out, it is a bad idea to fight fire with fire." The two spent a little over two hour engaged in jolly cooperation before Lydia felt the tell tale signs of rising lust once more. She parted her legs a bit to let it lengthen and thicken, but was determined to ignore it. She had been dying for some game time with Logan for weeks now, halted by her own puberty related difficulties, and his busy summer life. The urge, however, was not waning in the face of negligence. The sensation fluttered in her chest, then her length as it began to upright itself. Lydia hunched over, wincing in defiance, wanting to focus on her game, but each passing minute made the sensation shoot through her all the more powerfully. Finally, the feeling hit her so strongly, she squeaked, causing her thumb to twitch, and a mis-input, result in her character's death. "Dammit!" she cursed. That death was gonna be a substantial setback. She looked down at her dick, which was thumping at the underside of her desk now, staining it with pre-cum as she let out a throaty sigh.

"Logan, I'm gonna have to call it here." "A short session today, how come?" "...Mom wants me to do some house cleaning, not happy with how it's looking these days," she lied. Logan didn't pay it any thought as he disconnected from Lydia in game. "Alright. I'm gonna do some farming offline for a bit. Gotta catch up to you since I don't play as much as you." Lydia felt a twinge of forlorn that she was missing out on more time with her friend, but every minute she wasn't jerking it right now, the sensation she thought was lust was becoming more akin to discomfort. "Yeah, ok, see you later," she signed off, yanking her headphones from atop her head and looking down more than irked at her groin. "Alright you fucker. I'm gonna beat you like you owe me money," she seethed to herself, grabbing her length, and turning incognito mode on.

August 28th

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. Lydia focused on that, one foot in front of the other. Cicada screamed around in the yellowish glow of the August afternoon as the mouse rounded the block for the… 5th? 6th time now? She couldn't tell how long she had been running, just that she felt that she needed to. She had finally stopped sprouting upward for two weeks now, but before she finished her summer of alarming growth, she reached 6'6". Her mother was close to scheduling another doctors appointment, and would have if Lydia didn't assure her that her spontaneous height accumulation had finally ceased. So why was the mouse running the neighborhood when it was near triple digits hot outside? She didn't know what else to do. Her libido seemed to be neigh endless these days, having grown more and more insatiable with the rest of her physical growth. She could fap, and fap, and fap the day away with little to show for it, and was incredibly worried about school starting up in 3 days. She had to figure how to keep her urges under wraps, or else not only would her secret be found out, it would be probably before lunch period, and the awful state it put her in would make it beyond mortifying.

So she decided to deny her body the carnal release it seemed to always demand. She tried to ignore it, but like before, the feeling in her core, fizzling down into her pelvis, would pulse through her again and again, only it had never been so intense. A month ago, discomfort was apt to describe it, but now, it was nails on the blackboard of her mind to feel such sensations. For most of today, she rolled around in bed, fetal position, gritting teeth, panting as the impulse to buck her hips into nothing was one she had to fight. Rolling back and forth so much, she eventually banged her knee on the wall her bed was up against. A sharp yelp of pain, and she stood, knowing she needed to think of something else to tame it. So she slid on black, baggy track pants, and a white tee, put on her new sneakers, and left her house to run… and run… and run… and run… and run. If sheer will wouldn't stave the carnal call, then maybe exhaustion would.

She was gasping, fur saturated with sweat. Sure, she drank a good deal of water before going out, but not even recalling how long she had been jogging, it may have been hazardous to keep going. She couldn't stop though, not yet. She could feel it. If she stopped now, her arousal would creep back up. It may take an hour or so, but it would be back for certain. She hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize that would be the most likely outcome. She just wanted to feel control over herself. So she ran, panting, having never run this far in her life, but then again, she never had such a body. She wasn't an Adonis by any measure, but her figure was lithe, yet womanly. She looked right at home running as she was, like her body was built for track, or maybe swimming. Her bust had just crept into the B cups, not becoming too burdensome to engage in physical activities like this. She was still very skinny for her new height, and agreed when her mother said she needed to start packing on mass before a strong breeze blew her over. Thoughts like that made running easier, and in turn, made ignoring the creeping desires easier. She rounded the corner in her repeated route, and reflected on the past few weeks.

She recalled the cooking recipes she watched online, and the one she attempted to replicate. She could still feel the phantom sting in her throat when she put red pepper flakes on a dry, heated pan, the fumes of it choking her. She recounted the stretches the doctor gave her, and trying to do a standing one, only to fall over, and considering if her hard on could function as a counter balance, followed by the prospect of naked yoga. Dammit! Thoughts wandered back to degeneracy. Time to check back into reality. Where was she? Oh, a right turn at the end of this side walk and it was a straight shot home. It was probably for the best. At least she felt worse for wear thanks to all of her jogging. There wasn't a spring in her step anymore, her footfalls heavy and loud on the concrete. She began to focus more on those sounds than anything, so when she neared her home, she didn't even notice the sunhat down low, and the posterior stretching a pair of jean shorts as the owner was down in the soil near a bed of flowers. The loud trudging drew the attention of Mrs. Owens, who sat up to see the tall mouse swinging her neighbors' yard gate open.

"Can I help you?" the woman spoke, startling Lydia who hadn't noticed her. "What?" was all the mouse could think to say in response, confused. The human stood up to walk to the fence dividing their lawns. "Do you know Lydia?" Rebecca asked, only confusing the mouse further. A pause of silence extended for the moment before Lydia realized: Mrs. Owens didn't recognize her in the slightest. "Mrs. Owens, I am Lydia!" she said with all the conviction one used when their very being is questioned. The woman furrowed her brow, clearly with doubt, but with the mouse now facing her as she leaned over the fence, it had to be her. Her face, the subtle body language and expressions that one recognizes in a person they have known for so long. The human stood up straight, garden gloved hands over her mouth, brow raised as a short, feminine gasp escaped her. "Lydia??? It… it can't be!" Incredulity imbued the shapely lady as she made hurried, but short steps from her yard over to the Clements' to get close to the teen.

Lydia's shoulders dropped as she prepared to be hoisted up by the overly affectionate neighbor, but the embrace never came. More oddly, she was looking down at her neighbor, instead of up. It was all so strange to her. She was the taller one now, and the busty brunette stood on tip toes, leaning into Lydia's face with bewilderment in her eyes. "It really is you! I thought it may have been a long lost relative of yours given the similar fur and ears, not you yourself! But what- how?" Lydia gave a sigh and a bashful smile with shoulder shrugging. "Rapid growth spurt throughout the summer. Doctor has no idea why. This is me now," she elaborated as concisely as she could. It was only then did she see while looking down into her neighbors blue eyes, that the top three buttons of her blouse were open as they often were for her bust, glistening with sweat of the hot august day. Lydia's expression almost change instantly, but she kept a bit of composure. "My word! It doesn't seem possible. You're a mouse. You're supposed to be small!" she reasoned. Lydia grit her teeth, half at the remark, half at the tingling sensation creeping down her spine, and she knew where it was heading. Before she could contribute to the conversation, the woman spoke out again, "But more importantly, what have you been doing out in this heat?!" "Uhhh, just going for a jog." "A jog?! When you could fry and egg on the asphalt?! How long have you been out here?!" "I uh… I have no clue." Lydia swore she could see the human's hair stand on end. Before another word, Lydia felt a hand abruptly grab her wrist, and the woman began walking the mouse out of her yard, and back around to her own home. "That just won't do! We're getting fluids into you this instant!" she declared. Lydia tried to politely decline, leaning away, yet still walking. "It's fine Mrs. Owens, really! I can do that in my own home!" she protested, eyes glued to the jean shorts that looked taut at the seams. "Not this time, sweetheart! You could still collapse even after rehydrating, and I know for a fact your mother is working a double back to back tonight!" Lydia was at a loss for words, since all her neighbor said was true. "That, and I have SO many questions for you!" the woman added.

Lydia had not been in her neighbors home in many years. Not since she was a much younger girl, being babysat. The uncanny mix of the same, but different surrounded her as she was lead to the living room. "Oh! No, Mrs. Owens, not the sofa, I am way too sweaty," she tried to protest, but the woman quickly turned her to a wooden chair and pushed down on her shoulders. "I'll be right back dear. You just cool off now," the shapely human assured her, speed walking to the kitchen. It really was a lovely home, at least twice as large as her own, if not more. Even the living room felt a little empty with walls only having a knick-knack or two, and a few photos of the husband and wife of the home. Rebecca soon came back with two glasses pinched between the digits of one hand, and a tall, glass pitcher of lemonade in the other. She set one glass down on the coffee table, and filled the other before giving it to the mouse. "Go on. Drink, drink! Gracious your fur is so saturated!" she nagged. Lydia thought how well of a mother she would have been, being this urgent of well being. Lydia's eyes were mostly glued to the woman whose cleavage was well on display, but other baser needs did also call to the drink in her hand, and tilting her head back, she began to gulp.

This seemed to make the woman of the house happy as she smiled with pitcher in one hand, and the other on her hip. "Very good, now another. As tall as you are now, I expect this pitcher to be empty soon enough," she beamed, refilling the mouse's glass to the top. Lydia didn't object anymore. She simply gulped down another glass with a heavy sigh at the end, still catching her breath. Rebecca smiled wider as she topped off Lydia's glass once more before sitting on the edge of the sofa next near her. "Look at you! I remember years ago a single cup would take you all day to finish, no matter how much I urged you on. You simply couldn't drink it all. I had a hard time comprehending how different a mouse was in terms of eating and drinking." Lydia tried not to let the talk get to her. She wasn't that small mouse anymore anyway. The tart flavor lingered on her tongue, and her eyes lingered on her neighbor's chest, where the light hit it just right to gleam the sweat on it. She wanted to look away, she knew she needed to, but she couldn't pull her gaze away. Rebecca seemed too busy remembering the past to notice, or she didn't think the mouse's gaze was intent upon her breasts, and just in her direction.

"So tell me. How? This! Did it all just, happen over night one night?" she asked, her words dripping with curiosity. Lydia shook her head as she drank from her glass. "At first, I was just really tired for like two weeks. Mom thought I was sick, but I rolled out of bed one day, tripping over my longer legs. Then I was growing ever so steadily day by day. It was only a week after my 18th birthday did it finally taper off and stop," the mouse smiled as she thought about it. Rebecca gave a sigh through the nose, her own smile only widening, if at all possible, shoulders rising then falling. "Eight-teen. Goodness, you really aren't that little girl I could scoop up anymore. I'm gonna miss that feeling," she said with a bitter sweet happiness for the mouse. "And soon you'll be off to college, and your home will be more empty than mine. It was always such a treat to see you come home from school. Robert is so busy with work, more than ever before. I swear I see you more than him during school seasons." Lydia heard her words, but also the forlorn tone in them, and felt a mix of guilt and embarrassment. "Oh…" she awkwardly responded, "Sorry to hear that, b-but I'm excited. Since I'm no longer so small, there are so many things I can do now! I can go out, maybe make some friends, go to school events, maybe even join a sport!" she said, mostly in hopes of making the older woman feel better. "Is that why you're jogging? I can see the track and field coach begging you to join," she asked with a giggle showing her teeth. That smile was just as charming as the woman's entire body, and Lydia cast her eyes down to her lap, knees pressed together and rubbing. "Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Don't get hard," she repeated in her head over and over, but it was feeling like a futile effort. "And never mind friends, we gotta see about getting you a boyfriend!" Rebecca chirped, leaning in with a grin. "At least when shorter than boys, they'll have a want to protect you, but as tall as you are- well, a lot of boys can feel insecure about that." "Oh, I'm not too interested in boys," is what Lydia wanted to say.

Instead she responded, "Aha, they wouldn't be interested in me." "Nonsense!" Rebecca interjected with a wave of her wrist. "You have a tomboy look to you now which pairs wonderfully with your shy demeanor. Just don't be too shy as to avoid their advances. I used to be just like you in high school, but those days are long behind me. Look at me, an old bird trying to sing instructions to a younger girl since I haven't any of my own to teach." Lydia felt the red in her face coming more from being flustered than from the heat of her run. With her neighbor's bust and thighs on display on top of the compliments, Lydia was feeling herself wanting the woman more and more. She was all too aware of her own heartbeat, and how each pulse was snaking her member along her thigh. Maybe she should scurry away. It felt like her libido was getting the best of her, as it usually did. Hell, the head of her dick grazing the inside of her pants was titillating. Perhaps just a few more pleasantries so it didn't feel awkward, then a rush back to her room to jerk herself for twelve hours straight! "A-and don't sell yourself short Mrs. O! You're certainly rocking your look," she assured the woman. Rebecca looked with the most innocent and curious eyes at the girl. "My… look?" "Yeah! The humble gardener. A floral enthusiast, always surrounded by such vibrant color and beauty, all that only help to compliment your own! You planted each one, raised them like children. A gardener is a creator of life, and you wear not only the clothes of a gardener, but the smile, the care and nurturing aura. It's all you, and it's all very beautiful." Lydia's face showed conviction in her words, and she herself wasn't even aware she was spilling her emotions out so sincerely until after she said them, and she returned to her shy demeanor. "U-uhm. that's just how I see you…"

Rebecca's mouth was slightly open as her cheeks grew a touch red before she pulled her elbows in and twisted her upper half side to side in her seat with a coo of glee. This only served to push her bust out more towards the mouse who was falling further in depravity, her honest words to the woman being fleeting moments of lucidity. She was feeling weak in the legs, nerves all aflutter. If she was going to flee, it would have to be now. "Oh Lydia, you truly have been a blessing on my life," Rebecca said as she leaned over to grab her still empty glass, but accidentally knocked it over onto the carpet. "Whoops!" she giggled as she bent over to pick it up. That small act sealed Lydia's fate. It felt like time slowed down for the mouse as she watched the women lean over, her already generously displayed bust now flaunting their sweat glistened valley to her. All the sensations hit her at once. She felt the veins on her length press into her inner thigh as they swelled with the blood pushed into it. That sinking, hollow sensation in her chest, like her heart dropping, and that unknown emotion wracking her mind. That negative reinforcement punishing her for her actions- or rather her lack thereof. All of her running to stave off these feelings undone by looking at a button on a blouse strain to maintain the breasts within. She felt dizzy, weaker in the knees, breathing heavily as her eyes fell half lidded, and her head felt heavy on her neck as it leaned against the back of the chair.

Rebecca rose back up with the glass, where her gorgeous smile fell from her face. "Lydia, are you alright?" she asked. Lydia wasn't sure she heard her for a moment, taking a moment to answer breathlessly. "I don't- I just gotta… just gotta…" she was at a loss for words, actively using most strength to keep her legs closed tight. The matronly woman set the glass back down and stood up. Approaching the mouse, who tried to tighten her knees together more if at all possible. "Oh dear, this is exactly what I was concerned about. The delayed heat stroke response. Thank the stars I brought you here. Come, stand up, arm over my shoulder. Lean on me," she instructed as she pulled the languid Lydia to her feet, who near rag dolled onto the woman. She couldn't protest, mindlessly walking as best she could while supported, not even aware of where she was being taken. Up the stairs? Down the hall? Before she knew it, her head, which hung down, watching her own feet, spun in a blur, and she was looking at the ceiling, but beneath her wasn't hard floor, it was a bed. "Don't move, sweetie, I'm going to go get some cool water and wash cloth. Stay put!" Rebecca belted out as she made those hurried, short steps out of the room.

Lydia's head rolled to one side, and then the other. She saw a closet on one end, the door Mrs. Owens left from at the other. There was a nightstand on each side, one with a picture of a younger Mrs. Owen's in a wedding dress with her new husband. Even in her muddled state, Lydia derived where she was. She was on Rebecca's bed. That little fact elated the machinations of her body, and she gave a sharp gasp as her erection pulsed painfully. She felt the wetness of pre-cum being loosed from the head, and into the fur of her inner thigh. She tried to look down her body, saw it pulling at her pants, and that set off alarms in the mouse's head. Her bulge was blatant, she had to get out of here, but how could she? Her nerves were all alight throughout her body, a body which felt as if it were made of lead. Rebecca returned with a bowl of water with a few ice cubes within, and set it on the nearby nightstand where she soaked a rag and put it on the mouse's forehead. It did feel nice, but wasn't doing anything for what really afflicted her. It seemed like the woman was focused on the mouse's face too much to see the abnormality moving in the pant leg of the rodent. "At least we got fluids and electrolytes in you before it hit you. All we can do now is wait," Rebecca said, sitting next to Lydia's head, body turned so her legs hung over the edge. She looked down at the mouse, whose face looked somewhere between fatigue and delirium. She reached down to place her hand on Lydia's head, just above the rag, moving her bangs back, and curling her open palm over a round, mousy ear. Rebecca assumed it was a groan that escaped the girl's lips, but it was a moan. Lydia hated how much she loved the older woman's mere touch, how contact as tame as this made so many synapses fire as her body shuddered, and she felt yet another glob of pre bleed into her thigh fur with a throb that tugged harshly at the pants that confined it. This sudden movement was enough to be noticed in the woman's peripheral. She stared with befuddlement as she watched the leg of the pants snag over and over. "Oh dear, what on earth is that? Leg cramps?" she rationalized best she could as she leaned over towards it to investigate. Lydia tried to shake her head, tried to say "no", but something baser within her choked her words, slowed her movements as she watched the woman near her life long kept secret. Even Rebecca's only theory of severe leg cramps didn't seem apt. She reached out to clasp at the motion gently, and pulled her hand back quickly as the mouse sharply gasped from the touch. "Oh no! Did that hurt?" The woman said as her hand hovered over it. "It" certainly hurt, but her touch was oh so pleasurable, enough that the black pant leg began to damped wet with pleasures, but Rebecca only saw a spot of wetness halfway down the thigh of what she assumed was a young lady. "What? Oh my goodness! Are you bleeding?!" she cried out, hands going first to the ankle to roll up the pants, but the location was too far up the leg. "I'm sorry Lydia but I need to take a look at this," she stated as she stood up and began to shimmy the girl's pants down. Lydia could only gasp in panic as the crease of her hips soon came to sight from one yank, and with a quick two-three yanks half the length of her secret came into view, then the full truth was out to swing upwards. With it, a strand of pre-cum slung in a circular motion from the head before the sheer angular velocity broke it from the head, making the strand spin in a blur in the air, and fall on the back of Rebecca's hand.

Time stood still for the two of them thereafter. Lydia, in crippling lust and worry as her biggest secret was revealed, and Rebecca, for the image in front of her being simply incomprehensible for the moment. Her eyes saw it, but her mind could accept it for seconds upon seconds. Even her facial expression was frozen in place for a moment while she caught up to reality, and when she did, the shock widened on her face. Eyes fixated to ensure this was all real, they captured each and every kick of the cock, veins a deep beet red and flaring with circulation. Seminal fluid gushed glob after glob, running down the stalk to accumulate on and around the most rotund testes she had ever laid eyes on, swollen with negligence. Her hand slowly rose to cover her agape mouth, too in shock to notice the pre-cum still on the back of her hand until it came close enough to her nose, where the strong scent pulled her attention to it, and the surprising heat that it gave off on her hand. "Lydia… what…?" was all she could manage. She should have been more concerned with the perpetually leaking dick staining her bedding. Maybe she should have covered the towering sex organ back up, but after looking acutely at the pre-cum on the back of her hand, enough of her wits returned for her to notice the mouse was flinching each time her member throbbed. "Lydia…" the woman repeated, this time with concern for the girl's well being once more. Lydia, trembling, met her neighbor's eyes, defeated, laying in a sorry state of lust she didn't have the will to fight against. "I'm sorry. Gasp! I can't- ha-a~ I can't-" was the extent of the girl's current ability to speak.

Even if Lydia wasn't distracted by the all-consuming shocks of pain/pleasure rushing in waves from her gonads, down and throughout her entire being, she wouldn't be able to get a read on what Mrs. Owens was thinking. That was because even Rebecca herself was at a loss. She tried to avert her gaze from the protrusion of the teen that bucked and writhed as if it were a living being separate of the mouse, but each time the girl gasped, whimpered, and squirmed as an evident result of the abnormality jutting from her, her eyes darted to it, and back to the poor girls face. A face that she disliked to see twisted in such perverted agony. The solution was cut and dry, but could she really..? Her hand, which was clutched close to her bosom, still feeling the lingering heat of the stain that unruly pylon had besmirched her with, slowly reached out as she sat back on the edge of the bed, this time beside Lydia's knees and facing her head. Delayed in thought and response, Lydia eventually raised her hands to try and push away her neighbor frantically, but with her second hand, Rebecca gently pushed down and away the mouse over and over, patient and calm unlike the teen, and more like a mother that knew best. "It's ok, Liddy," she assured in those all too soft tones that were meant to make one feel safe. Their eyes met, and the panting mouse swallowed, breaking back into panting as she nodded, putting her trust in the woman. If it made this torture end, she didn't feel she had much left to lose. Though a second torture was watching the petite, furless hand approach her shaft agonizingly slow. Because she knew how on fire her nerves were right now. She pulled the bedding in her fists and sucked in sharply each time she thought was to be the very instant those fingers would touch her. She sucked in air many a time, as even seconds of anticipation felt like hours to her.

Gods, her hand was hovering, fingers curled around but not yet touching. Lydia wanted to scream, to tell her to pull the proverbial trigger. Rebecca, mere millimeters from contact, gave one final thought as she felt the heat of that mast, saw the endless drooling of seminal fluids running down it which would no doubt sully her hand with that… notable heat. Her eyes were on that beastly symbol of males and she hesitated, but all it took to decide was one more glimpse at the pained face of the daughter she never had, and gently she closed her hand into a fist around it.

With the quickest of reaction times, Lydia reacted, and it was the most literal definition of nerve wracking. The mouse cried out, shoulders and elbows pulling back, bringing the bedding in her grip with it as her head sank into the pillow before writhing, twisting until her ear almost met her shoulder. Her chest rose as her ass tried to plummet into the mattress beneath it, running from an explosion of pleasure so grand it hurt. But just as it waxed, so too did it wane in a frenzy, pushing back up and off the bed. The violent thrashings of the mouse were enough to make the woman retract her hand close to herself as she watched in both awe and horror at how intensely a mere touch like that sent the girl into seizing sensations. Her hand had to raise up to block the slings of seminal fluid the girl's erratic motions sent flying in every direction before her body falling limp, yet trembling in the bed once more.

This was going to be harder than she thought She didn't have time to think about the ramifications of putting her hands on the high school senior next door. She saw anguish unparalleled on the girl's face, and she couldn't stand it. She leaned over, supported on her elbow, which in turn extended her hand to cup Lydia's cheek. This alone was enough to make the mouse shudder harder as she fought with her own shame to meet Mrs. Owens' gaze. "Lydia? Liddy? Sweetie? We're gonna get through this, ok? But I gotta do this to make it end. You need to be strong honey. Endure… and… try to get it out of your system, ok?" she tried to tell the mouse who only rapidly nodded in the affirmative, ears bending against the pillow as she did so. "Ok...ok… I have to grab it again so… get ready. Are you ready?" She asked, trying to sound strong and reassuring. Lydia pursed her lips, on the verge of tears as she nodded again and tried to turn her head away, but Rebecca brought her other hand up to guide her eyes back to meet her own. "No no, keep looking at me. Focus on me. I'm right here. I'm here for you," she instructed, her hand leaving Lydia's cheek which gave a feral sense of dread to the mouse as she knew where it was headed, but could not see. She stared intently at Mrs. Owens in all of her beauty, at that valley of bosom that was closer than before. The gentle, yet firm instruction of her neighbor captivated her as she drank in the human's face. The deep, deep blue of her eyes, each faint freckle blending with the subtle wrinkles of age the woman did exceptionally well to stave off, the peak of her perfectly white front teeth from her slightly agape mouth. The times she masturbated to thoughts of her neighbor were superficial. She knew that now. In this moment, she saw the raw beauty of mind, body, and soul her neighbor had, which is why it felt all the more intense when she felt those gentle, loving fingers wrap around her enraged organ once more.

Again she cried out, this time through gritted teeth as she tried to clench her eyes shut and rear her head back, but the woman adjusted her upper body so her hand could gently guide the mouse back to eye contact. "I know, I know honey. Try to focus on me. Your body will deal with the feelings, don't think about them, only about m," the matronly figure said, trying to keep her reassuring voice, but needing to raise it to be heard over the mouse's wailing. Thinking about her was what got Lydia into this mess, now it seemed it was what needed to get her out of it to. Her teeth unclenched as each raspy exhale carried a long, loud moan with it. Her pelvis shot high up, glutes clenching before falling back down, as if it were trying to buck the hand off. Rebecca used this motion best she could to pump her fist up and down the length, but even without the violent movements, it was difficult. She had never handled something of this length or thickness, or even heat! She couldn't stop noticing how hot the entire thing was. It felt hotter than a body suffering from heat stroke. It was feverish, and felt that much more as her hand found the base, the semen-slickened sack touching her pinkie, burning it up more than her other digits. The veins that bulged from it made her second guess how firmly to grasp at it, feeling how they dug into her palm when she squeezed, and throwing off any tempo she was trying to keep, not to mention that much more harsh bump nearer down that felt like a ring of thick flesh around the shaft. She was trying to find a rhythm, but she kept pumping too short, forgetting there were plenty of inches more above her fist to tug on. She finally had to quickly whip her head back to see how much she was missing, gasping at the margin she had been neglecting. It ached to raise her arm that much more to complete the full strokes, but she endured for the girl's sake.

Tears began to break from the constant blinking eyes of the mouse, whose face Rebecca swore she could see was scarlet beneath her white fur. Her own shoulder and back muscles burned as she maintained her diligent hand job, one thumb wiping the tears from Lydia's cheek, and the other thumb rolling up over the slick, leaking head of her dick. It was so much. So much pleasure. So much that it hurt, not in the traditional sense, not like a muscle tying itself into a severe knot. Pain to the psyche, to the mind. It hurt to experience this much euphoria, having never basked in even a fraction of it before. Rebecca told herself the walls of the home were thick enough, and the drawn out cries of the mouse couldn't be heard outside. Lydia actively fought to keep her eyes from rolling up as a myriad of thoughts invaded her already burdened mind. Thoughts like leaning up to kiss her neighbor, others to push her away, either from shame, or to end this torture, but the strongest thought she had was trust in the older woman, and that trust would thankfully soon pay off.

Rebecca expected another elongated cry after hearing the girl suck in air, but nothing. Nothing but a new look in Lydia's eyes as she herself was coming to realize something. Rebecca would know as well, as the beast in her grip would begin to kick over and over in rapid succession. The cries were short, and low, rising higher and higher with each huff of her chest. "Almost there sweetie. We're almost done. You're doing great," she hoped to ease the frenzied mouse. A second thought passed her mind, and she bit her lip. She had an idea on how to bring this all to an end, but it felt too indecent, like it would cross another line, and a line she didn't need to cross. But the pained face of Lydia coerced her once more as she leaned in more over Lydia's head, her cleavage right in the girl's face so her mouth could be right up to the girl's ear as she uttered in a soft command. "Cum for me."

Lydia swore her heart stopped for several seconds upon hearing that, and then double her grip on the bed sheets as the irreversible was set in motion. Her moans began climbing. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~"

Rebecca was resolved to jerk the girl throughout her orgasm, but as she threw her hips up, the woman felt her fingers uncurl from the sudden swelling of girth from veins bulging and emissions climbing the urethra. The first blast up hissed audibly as it was jettisoned from the girl adding to Rebecca's alarm. She fell against the headboard next to the mouse, watching in astonishment. The first rope almost hit the ceiling, falling back down onto the girl that gushed it out. Now staring at the raging phallus, Rebecca watched it bulge again with the second shot, which Lydia's raised hips fired over the both of them, hitting both the headboard and the wall above it. The third, fourth, fifth shot, and so, on fired in erratic directions due to the teens' writhing form, but one came at Mrs. Owens, who put her arm up again to shield herself, taking the stray strand to the forearm and bosom. Immediately she felt the heat, but not like the precursor that was on the back of her hand. This was considerably warmer. Her eyes focused in at the strand that hit her arm, and could barely note steam rising from it. She marveled in wonder for a brief moment before wiping it from her bosom and arm, and onto her blouse.

While she was distracted with perverted fascination of the teen's cum, the teen herself was finally, finally coming down, and looking near comatose for her efforts. She didn't dare move, worried her body may still be so sensitive, and simply needing to breathe. After a while, she felt sure she wasn't going to involuntarily moan if she so much as turned her head, and her body didn't feel as heavy. But now what? Her neighbor, the loving woman who she had known all of her life had jerked her off! What could she say? What could she do?

She wouldn't have to decide, as Rebecca finally broke the silence of heavy breathing between the two of them. "Lydia… you've been a boy all this time?" Lydia kept catching her breath as she unwrapped the question. Rebecca still didn't fathom what sex she truly was. "N-no…" she weakly delivered, part exertion, and part mortified. She slowly sat up to lean against the head board, unable to look her neighbor in the eyes, but that only left her eyes to gaze down herself and see her erection still pulsing angrily. The orgasm had given her a brief respite from the burdens of lust, and they weren't climbing to the same staggering heights she was just in, but they were still climbing, and she could feel it. "I'm kinda… neither…" she tried to explain, as if it would justify everything that had transpired. "There are a few names for what I am. Shemale, intersex, futa." She tried to turn her head that was cast downward, still unable to bring herself to look at Mrs. Owens, but hoping nonetheless to glean insight to her thoughts.

Rebecca at this point was keeping her eyes on the mouse's lowered head. She truly was a concerned mother figure through and through, but this was a lot to take in. Silence filled the gap once more as she thought back in her life. "I remember gossip. In college, once at a bar someone spoke about futas. We all thought it was just myth and fantasy," she replied, trying to not let awkward silence weigh down on the teen. What she didn't mention though was how much of that conversation she still remembered to this day. Giggles and gossips about how high and insatiable their libido was, extra endowed to match it. She remembered it all because back then, the concept really turned her on, but it was only ever a kinky fantasy to her. It seemed myth was rumor, and the rumors were true. Her eyes flicked back to Lydia's member, still upright, soaked in it's own emissions and pulsing. She took note of the smell now, the strong odor of semen, but more intense in quality than quantity. Her nose wrinkled as she knew the smell, but also could tell it was somewhat different. She couldn't describe exactly how, just that it was perhaps more… feminine?

Shuddering briefly from the scent slowly filling the room, she took a deep breath to compose herself as she put an arm around the mouse to comfort her. "I can't imagine what it has been like for you. Pretending for years to be someone you're not. To deal with secrets and urges even." Lydia flinched as the arm pulled her in close. Oh no. Her touch. She was still so horny. The woman pulled her in to hug, pressing her cheek into her breast. It was so soft. The strange sensation of her mind floating came back, whispering sinful suggestions to her in that moment. "I don't blame you for this. If anything, I'm to blame for urging you into my home. You must have been anxious to get back to your home to deal with this burden," she added, stroking the mouses' head over and over. Lydia was fighting to keep her body from turning sideways. If she did, her egregious member would jut more pre-cum onto the woman. But her soft tones, her loving words, and her warm, gentle touch. She could feel herself sinking into depravity again. "We don't have to tell anyone this happened. Not your mother, nor anyone else. Your secret is safe with me."

For whatever reason, that was the point where Lydia snapped. Her hips didn't just roll to the side. Her leg swung up and over the woman, straddling her as she now faced her neighbor. Her hands gripped the headboard on either side of the woman's brunette head as she pressed her lips fiercely against the others'. Rebecca was too stunned to do much anything for a few seconds. She felt the mouse push her tongue into her mouth, and soon began flailing a bit. Lydia kept on her lustful act, pulling her hands from the headboard to hold her neighbor's cheeks as she had her first make out session with the older woman, even if it was one sided. Rebecca dug her heels into the bed, kicking out over and over, yet her hands faltered to raise up and push off the mouse. She couldn't believe this was happening. The rumor of the lust of futas was certainly starting to feel all the more true. More than that, she could feel the hard cock pressed between their bodies, throbbing against her stomach, and saturating her shirt with its hot liquids. Lydia felt this too, her hips pressing and rubbing her hard on against the woman, humping like the poor horny teen she was. Her dick managed to slip between the buttons of the blouse, nestling itself between Rebecca's tits, where it kept drooling and warming the woman's body. Feeling the raw flesh pulse directly between her breasts was enough to get Rebecca to grab Lydia's shoulders and push her back.

"Lydia!" she huffed, "I'm sorry!" Lydia quickly answered back. "I can't help it. It's too much. Everything… everything is burning hot, feels so good it hurts. I just wanna make it stop." Rebecca didn't know what to say, where to look, what to do. "You said it yourself. This isn't my fault, and gods these last few days have been so bad. Please, don't stop here. I can't stop here. I need more. More…" Desperation painted the mouses' face as she trembled atop the woman, shaking with sheer need. The older woman felt worse. "W-we can't. We shouldn't. I'm sorry I led you on like this, it was wrong of me." Lydia was only shaking more as the heavy breathing came back. "But- but you said we won't tell anyone, and we already did stuff, what's a little more?" the mouse frantically negotiated. Rebecca bit her lip. She already ate the poison, so what harm was there in licking the plate as Lydia was suggesting? She knew the answer was one of morality. As she contemplated, Lydia gently fell forward, head resting on her neighbor's shoulder as she panted into her ear. "Please… please…" Hearing the mouse's dire voice, and feeling her shaking against her, she clenched her eyes shut before taking a deep breath, and slowly she nodded, "ok."

Maybe it was a result of her nerves being alight, as Lydia reacted in a flash after the woman's consent. It wasn't what Rebecca was expecting though. She should have specified more because the mouse lunged back, and was tugging at the waistline and panties of the older woman. Rebecca gave a yelp of surprise as the mouse was lifting her lower half up from her tugging. She extended a hand, but on her back, she couldn't reach her knees to grab back at her bottoms. "W-wait! I thought we were just going to use my hands!" Rebecca whimpered. Lydia paused, huffing as the halting of her movements made the baser drive in her scream. "Ah… I just thought that- we don't have to. Just thought this would be faster…" the mouse reasoned, unaware her thought process was being swayed by her lust. Rebecca's heart was fit to burst from her chest as she looked down between her thighs. That imposing dick was dripping it's uncontrollable ichor between them, barely missing her pussy, and landing on her ass cheek where it rolled up her back. Now Rebecca was frantic. She saw what the mouse was capable of. Hell, the stuff she was leaking now could be potent enough to do the unspeakable deed. Her mouth was slightly agape as she felt her lower belly heat up. Her arm did ache from all the jerking she had just done. There were so many things to consider, yet she couldn't focus, yet still she answered. "F-fine, but we need to use a condom." Lydia could only nod over and over as she hastily pulled the lower garments completely from her neighbor.

With an arm outstretched, Rebecca reached over to the nightstand drawer and opened it, pulling out a box of condoms. It had never been opened, and the woman briefly considered that they may very well be expired. She had bought them years ago, hoping to spark life in her marriage again, but Robert was always busy, tired, or both. She fiddled with the box, pulling out and tearing the wrapper to one before handing it to Lydia. "Do you know how to?" she asked, still too bashful to ask such a question in greater detail. Lydia was distracted, mesmerized by the sight of the exposed woman. The slight paunch to her belly, the well kept, but ever present hair, and the slick folds beneath. "...Lydia?" Rebecca asked again, snapping the mouse back to reality. "What? Oh- yeah," she nodded, taking the packet and pulling the rolled up rubber out. Immediately they both saw the blatant size difference. The condom size was regular, and Lydia was certainly more gifted than that. With shaky hand, she brought the condom to her cock head, and tried to roll it down with one hand. It unrolled partially, but fumbling, snapped back fully rolled, being elastically launched back onto Rebecca's stomach.

Lydia was, to say the least, mortified as she looked down. Rebecca would have laughed, were there not so much tension in the room. "Here," she said, that motherly tone captivating the teen once more. Sitting up, feet back on the bed, Rebecca took the condom in one hand, and Lydia's outstretched cock in the other to steady it. She rolled it down, noting the difficulty, the rubber trying to fight back, but she pinched it between fingers of her other hand so she could reset her grip and roll it the rest of the way down, which wasn't much. Lydia winced a bit. It felt tight, and Rebecca tried and failed to hide her expression as she gazed at it. The condom went down only a third of that length, and even now the bulb at the tip was filling with pre-cum. "W-we should be quick about this," the woman stated as she laid back down, slowly parting her legs. Lydia gave no response as she began to crawl atop her neighbor, supported on one arm as the other took her wrapped dick to line it up. As Rebecca felt the tip graze her folds, she flinched, and asked. "Lydia… are you sure you want this? Want your first time with an old woman like me?" Lydia's embarrassed face softened at the question as she put her other hand down on the bed to lower herself. "Mrs. Owens. I am… thankful for this, a-and I think you're very beautiful." Lydia lowered herself onto her elbows, bringing her hands to cup the woman's cheeks as she closed in for a kiss.

But Rebecca turned her face away. "Ah. No kissing please." Lydia's embarrassment only grew as she sat back up. "Right. Sorry…" Rebecca softly smiled, gently placing her hand on one of the mouse's. "But, thank you." She hoped that would calm the teen a bit, and it did. "Now, if we're doing this, I'm going to be your teacher. Go ahead and line it up," she instructed, and Lydia complied. Rebecca was prepared to tell her 'a little lower', but the mouse seemed to know exactly where to aim, having seen enough porn to do at least this much. Feeling the mouse already pushing in a bit, Rebecca jumped in surprise as she gave a soft, breathy moan. "S-slowly! Slowly. You're very… big." Lydia pursed her lips, looking down herself as she did so. They both felt the tip press at the woman's entrance, warping with a sensation of accumulated fluid, which gave the woman a pang of worry. The worry was quickly directed towards the sensation of her body being parted for the first time in a long time.

Instantly Rebecca wanted to repeat herself, but even in her shock she was aware the mouse was indeed moving slowly. She held her breath, but not for long. Another fraction of an inch and she let her breath out harshly, fighting the jolts going through her body. Her head tilted back, chin up high as breathing became deep, but fast. Her hands gripped the pillow she lay on, clenching that much more when those jolts ran through her. All the while, Lydia was savoring this moment. Never in her wildest fantasies did she accurately imagine how a woman felt. They both felt warm to the other, even through the rubber, and the her neighbor's body was squeezing and relaxing around her felt exotic when all she ever knew was hands.

Rebecca endured for a while before looking down herself again. Surely it was almost hilted. She felt so full. When she saw, her brow, once furrowed with struggle raised in shock once more. Lydia was indeed moving slow. Only the head and then some had been inserted. She could still see the base of the condom, which mocked her with how little she had taken, yet felt so filled. What was she to do? What would happen if she told the teen to move a bit faster? Could she even handle it? She had to. This slow was agonizing. "Just a bit faster," she said quickly between breaths, and remembered she was trying to teach the girl proper, or so she told herself. "Gauge your partners resistance to you entering them. Don't force it faster than she can handle. Ha-ah!" The slight increase in Lydia's insertion hit her with more of that burdensome fullness. "Wait- wait! Unf!" Rebecca groaned, and fortunately the mouse paused. "Ease in, back and forth, shortly. Only go deeper if her body lets you. Bit by bit I- she should get used to you, letting to go deeper." Her words were not from experience, rather the moment just now. Lydia complied, pulling back until the corona of her covered cock head was about to be pushed out by the woman's sex, then pushing back to where she once was, only gaining depth every couple of thrusts. "There won't nnng! Be many who have ever taken your- *gasp* your size, and less who even could. You're big-" she hissed through teeth. "Very big. Fuck." "Sorry…" Lydia replied robotically, and while part of her was indeed sorry, more of her was in utter bliss. A second or two more and Rebecca yelped. Lydia felt it. She was a bit tighter from there on. It took the older woman a few frantic moments to realize the girl above her was delving deeper than her husband had ever gone, and that feeling of being overfilled was growing that much more intense. The tightness around her head caused the mouse to groan, leaning forward more.

It took over five minutes for the both of them to feel the sudden prodding feeling. Lydia flinched, pulling back even before her neighbor gave a mix between and yell and a moan, and they both knew Lydia had reached her cervix. They both sat still in that moment for a while. Both of them felt exertion one way or another: Body temperature rising, catching breath, growing accustomed to how their partner's body was clashing with their own. Rebecca couldn't believe it. As the mouse remained still in her, she could feel, even through the condom, the various veins bulging from the length, pressing back against her pussy's squeezing, pulsing now and again. More than that however, they both felt the tip of the condom squish against her cervix like the seminal fluid balloon it was becoming.

Lydia loomed over Mrs. Owens, mouth agape and panting. Her insides felt so very warm. She loved it, but part of her dick still felt the airy coolness outside of the woman. "I'm still… not entirely… in you…" the mouse said between breaths. Rebecca shouldn't have been surprised, but when she looked down herself again, she was. She had taken a little over half of that monster, and felt her heart flutter as she managed to reply. "Y-you're very much all the way in. I told you you're very big!" Lydia accept this response, but not with some sadness in her mind. It just didn't feel right. "Now, stay with short strokes like this for a while. Let me- let your partner get used to it for a bit before trying longer strokes." With that, the mouse began her movements again. Minutes of short back-n-forths proceeded, Lydia used the bubble of seed at the tip of her dick to cushion her pushes in, while Rebecca endured it. She couldn't deny it felt good, but those pleasures were at odds with the fullness she had never even thought she'd see in her life, let alone take. Lydia looked down at her partner, watching her face contort now and again. She noticed how the woman's entire body jerked when she pushed more firmly at her cervix, but she couldn't tell if it was pleasure of pain. She could tell that her neighbor was enjoying herself more as time went on. Her tunnel was stretched enough that she was getting to savor the pleasures more and more. She closed her eyes, but didn't clench them, turning her head from one side to the other, and even arched her back, raising her bust up which strained the buttons still concealing them.

The more Rebecca seemed to enjoy it, the longer Lydia began to saw herself back before going in again. The mouse was growing less anxious with each longer moan her neighbor, turned sex mentor, let loose. She was making this woman make these noises, and that fanned the flames, urging her to go faster, deeper, harder, but each time she tried to suddenly jump to greater intensities, that pleasure on her partner's face contorted to pain. It was true; reoccupying the tight depths of the woman too harshly or too suddenly when she wasn't accustomed to such insertions, would cause discomfort. So she tried her best, for Mrs. Owen's sake. She wanted to pay back the kindness of her neighbor, letting them do this by giving her as much pleasure as she could. She studied every reaction to every thrust and pull back, wanting to ramp up her movements more, but wanted Rebecca to want it more. It took a while, but the bed began to rock. The gentle knocking of the headboard against the wall became a tempo that lined up with the older woman's moans. The buttons of her blouse worked that much harder as they heaved back and forth with the increased movements, and from her open mouth, Lydia saw the edges curl into a smile. Lydia was elated. To think she was bringing her beautiful neighbor to these heights. She doubled down her efforts, and soon Rebecca's moans grew louder on top of everything else. She had forgotten she was trying to teach the mouse. She didn't seem to need to teach, as the teen above her was reading her very well at this point. Her moans came louder, but were climbing in pitch too. Lydia's large round ears noticed this. Was she- "Mrs. Owens, are you close?" "Yes dear! Yes! Yes!" "How do I-?" "Faster! Push more- hooooh! Push more firmly in! Not- not too much though!"

Lydia obeyed the best she could. Her hips sped up, causing the head board to knock more rapidly while the swelling pre-cum bubble mitigated her harder pushes at the woman's cervix, making sure it wasn't overbearing. Rebecca was white knuckle gripping her pillow, pulling on it as she was losing herself. "Oh my gods! Oh my gods oh my gods ohmygods!!!" the human bellowed before a choked cry came forth, stopped before coming out loudly, and her body spasmed, toes curling and legs twitching. Lydia looked on in awe at what she achieved. She held still while her neighbor rode out her orgasm, and she herself could feel Rebecca's pussy clenching uncontrollably all over her dick. The woman sucked in deep breaths when it finally ebbed, chest rising and falling. Never had she hit a climax so intense. Her forehead from perspiration, and her face was flushed red in the cheeks.

"Was… was that good?" Lydia asked, leaning well over the woman she had just pumped into for over a half hour. Rebecca was still catching her breath, dazed from the overwhelming sensations she was just given. Never in her life had she cum so hard. "What..?" she said in a daze. "W-was it good?" Lydia repeated. Rebecca was too frazzled to think of what to say. Could she really admit to this timid teen next door that she had given her the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had? It couldn't be any better to lie. "Yes… it was good. You did… very well." Lydia felt bashful about how much she enjoyed her neighbor's affirmation, but the most she emoted was the extra twitching of her member still lodged deep inside her neighbor. That very throbbing was sending little jolts to Rebecca's brain, making it all the more difficult to come completely back to her senses. "Can I move again?" Lydia asked, and again there was a pause as the panting woman processed her words. She opened her eyes wider as they registered. The whole objective of this was to get the mouse to cum, not her. "Shit!" she said under her breath. Her pussy was still sensitive from that orgasm, and those intense pulsations from the girthy rod dilating it wasn't making that any easier. "Just- just a minute. I'm still quite- ah- sensitive," the older woman responded. Lydia understood, but her eagerness was blending into impatience. Her balls felt like they ached all the more for these acts, or perhaps it was their weight pulling on her scrotum as they hung heavy in the air. Still, at least she could savor the feeling of her first time in more detail now. Of course Rebecca was feeling a lot more as she wasn't being as inhibited by the condom. It was like the mouse's very heartbeat was trying to replace her own, to dominate hers as thump after thump was hitting her sensitive nerves. This was crazy. How was the teen just sitting still affecting her so much? She turned her eyes to the ceiling, forcing herself to take deep breaths so to gain her composure. Lydia only grew more and more antsy, not only because she wanted to keep going, but because she could feel the weight of the swollen bulb of seminal fluid being squished, but fighting back with its unyielding accumulation. Rebecca was aware too. It already felt fuller than anything her previous partners had filled. A few more breaths. And Rebecca looked towards the mouse again. "Okay. Okay I'm ready," she huffed, not sounding too convincing, but Lydia was going to take her word. The mouse went right back to her tempo, which drew a mix between a long moan and an "Unf!" from the woman.

The minutes went on with only the sounds of the bed creaking and thumping alongside Rebecca's moans filling the room, and each passing minute let the aggravating sensation behind Lydia's eyes grow. She knew it was because only half of her length was nestled warmly within the woman, while the other half suffered the bitter cold outside. The discomfort screamed at her to lodge it all in, and minute by minute she was forgetting herself, and following the demands of that baser instinct. She wasn't even aware she was driving her cock forward more and more firmly, pushing all the more against her neighbors barrier within. It started as a nudge, then a poke, then a prod. Once the headboard meeting the wall came with a certain intensity, it snapped Rebecca back from the pleasures she was being overwhelmed from, because it was alongside the ever growing pressure knocking at her cervix. She noticed Lydia's brow wasn't soft like when they started, rather furrowed as she was panting, working to drive into the woman. "Haah!~ Lydia?" Rebecca beckoned, but it fell on deaf ears, only getting another firm push to her womb door for it. "Hnng! Lydia, sweetie, please, calm down. You're all the way in!" she pleaded, but again there was no response from the mouse, who instead was hearing the sinister words of her psyche telling her otherwise. Telling her she could go deeper, that she needed to go deeper, that it was the only way she'd alleviate this swollen pain in her testes. Her dick was now jabbing, pushing, ramming into the older lady who closed her eyes, bracing as immense pleasure and discomfort combined in her very being with each collision. "Ahn! Lydia! Please, calm down! You're being too rough! Wha!!!" she yelped as suddenly her knees were lifted. Lydia, gritting her teeth had hooked her arms under them, and was pulling on them as she was now slamming more downward into her matronly neighbor. Rebecca let loose howling moans as she feebly tried to push against Lydia. What was happening to the mouse? What was happening to herself? She felt a panic, like she was in danger, fearing for her well being, and yet it felt so good! Too good. If the mouse kept this up, she didn't know what would happen to her, and that was what scared her most.

Lydia gritted her teeth as she threw her hips down, bullying the woman's insides to achieve her goal. Pummel after pummel was tiring the door to deeper depths, growing relaxed, defeated, and forced to relent to the brutish thing that had assaulted it for so long. As a result, one of the thrusts was met with Lydia suddenly sinking down lower, pausing from the surprise. Rebecca's breath was choked as she felt it, and then a cry came from her, first low, but climbing fast as she let it out for all her lungs could allow her, and another, harsher orgasm seized her. But even if the woman beneath her was holding on for dear life, Lydia only paused to not lose balance after crashing through the nuisance of a barrier, and when she did, oh what a savage feeling of euphoria she felt. She pressed on, fucking her neighbor through the intense climax she had wrought upon the woman with new vigor. Now Rebecca was wailing, trying to choke out words to make the mouse slow down, to ease up, to spare her pleasures her brain was misfiring in attempts to process, but unable to. She was alarmed at the sensations she had never felt before. The feeling of a burly dick pushing at the roof of her womb, that ring of mass partway down the length that had now entered her, and was rolling past her trembling walls, and finally those heavy nuts clapping at her ass cheeks. The last one was the most alarming. The weight of them crashing into her cheeks again and again felt like a warning from the mouse's body, making her reconsider the condom's ability to contain it all.

It was unreal. Rebecca knew Lydia. She was so timid, so mild and polite. Who was this beast that was snarling, trying to fold her as they brutally fucked her? The thunderous claps of those orbs against her rivaled her moans. Her hands were unsure where to go between trying again to push away the mouse currently subjecting her to too much pleasure, or gripping anything they cold to hold on for dear life. And Lydia? She was frenzied. Never could she have imagined the delighted feeling in her brain that flashed like fireworks each time she felt her pelvis collide with Mrs. Owen's. At it's very foundation, nothing felt more right in this world than that. It was amplified by the thumping of the back of her neighbor's womb, but only a fraction of what it could be with the rubber dulling it. The cherry on top was the heavy crash of her nuts, each one making her almost rear her head back with how it somehow alleviated the ache within them with its percussion. The trifecta of pelvis, head, and testes crashing in one fell swoop had overtaken all else in the mouse's mind. Her eyes were wide open, gazing down at the sweat speckled lady she was ravaging, but those eyes did not see. She was a perfect example of what it meant to be blinded by pleasure. Minutes melted into one another, and neither could tell how much time elapsed. The only indication was the orange of the sun diminishing to the twilight outside the bedroom window. By that time, Rebecca didn't have the strength to try and command Lydia. Orgasm after orgasm had rendered her body a prison to her mind, and the bars were the overwhelming pleasures depriving her of such strengths like critical thinking. It was all the more impossible when the furry young adult shifted to shorter, more rapid strokes, a tell tale sign of her nearing climax. Rebecca's wailing moans rose and fell with the rocking of her body in that final barrage. "AAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAHhhh!" Until Lydia abruptly stopped, hilted in her neighbor.

The first rope to surge through her was so severe, her arms promptly gave out, and her torso fell upon the legs of her neighbor, which supported her form as they fought the physics of being folded in on the woman they were attached to. The already burdened bulb of rubber had no choice but to balloon out to catch that rope, stretching from the sheer force of it being jettisoned from her puffed up cock head. It was more than any condom was expected to retain, but yet another gush of the stuff quickly followed suit, bloating the apparatus further, and another, and another. Few, if any women would feel the sensation Rebecca was now subject to. A thick and powerful cock head pressed snug at the top of her womb, firing point blank at it, a thin elastic barrier warping and drooping down like the most obscene water balloon, resting on the back of her uterus, and growing slightly heavier with each second the salvo of semen continued. Rebecca managed a choked cry, "H-hot! Hot!!!" The receptors for touch were all well used during the perverted rutting, but the thermal receptors had yet to be stress tested, and as more seed accumulated within the condom, it's heat bled through it, seeping it's immense warmth into Rebecca's core.

By the time it was over, Rebecca could feel a weight in her womb, brimming with heat and virility. The one who caused it had slowly sunken down until her head, heavy and lolling draped over the woman's shoulder. The weight of the teen's body had slowly yet surly bent her legs back until they found opportunity to splay to the sides. The two of them laid there like that for even more time they couldn't calculate, coming down from their respective highs, and regaining their sanity. Lydia turned her head to the side, the hot breath of her heavy panting loud and humid on Rebecca's ear, and stirring the woman faster back to lucidity. "Liddy…" she breathed. Her mind generated many things to follow up the girl's name with. "You must have really been pent up." "What are you?" and others still trying to form into coherent sentences, but none past the checks of something appropriate she could say. She thought then to instruct the girl to get up and off of her, but the pinch of the girls arms at her sides, trying to hug around her then reminded her of the darling girl she had watch grow near all her life, even if the largest portion happened outside her supervision. Feeling that clinging, like child to mother reminded her that despite all of this, Lydia was still that same girl, and her open mouth gasps to catch her breath curled into a smile as she closed her eyes and put a hand onto the mouse's back. She could rest like that for a moment. Besides, it wasn't like she herself wanted to move. The woman's legs felt like jelly, and her body felt heavy. She could stand to lay there, resting with the mouse for a while, letting the ceiling fan lay soft breezes upon her heated forehead.

Rebecca thought it was a good idea to wait until the mouse grew flaccid before having her withdrawal, only it didn't seem to be happening. The longer she waited, the more concerned she grew for the health of the mouse, and what that could mean for them both. It couldn't be healthy to be erect for… however long they had been at it. And still as sensitive as she was, it's ever lively pulsations were running through her very being, and down her extremities. "Lydia? Can you move? I know that must've taken a lot out of you, but you need to get up." She had no idea the mouse's mind was hanging on by a thread, that she was pulled into euphoric depths, and while the body came back from it, the psyche did not. Those carnal impulses had a grip on her thoughts, extolling her for releasing more of her lustful fluids, but at the same time anxiously admonishing her she needed to release more.

She was dizzy, drunk on her own hormones as she shakily began to push herself up, wiping drool from her bottom lip. She could feel the heated moisture pull apart their unison as she moved her hips back, but that motion was swiftly cut short as they both felt it, and Rebecca sharply gasped, her head lifting to look with fear in her eyes. Lydia had tried to pull back just now, but within the woman's womb was building tension when she did, the mouse's penis on one end, and a weight of heated semen on the other. The two looked at each other, both hoping the other had a solution. Lydia could only minutely move her hips back to see if she could gingerly coax the bulb of baby batter out with her, but it didn't feel like it was gaining any progress. "Ooooooh fuck!" the neighbor swore, clenching her eyes shut and moving up onto her elbows. This was ridiculous. They were essentially tied to one another with no known method of parting. They couldn't move like this to go to medical emergencies, and even if they could, Rebecca would sooner die than let anyone see her like this for a multitude of reasons.

"Oh no, oh Gods. Just- let me think for a minute," she pleaded with the mouse, who was still giving those near imperceptible hip motions. "I think… I can get it…" Lydia tried to focus, gauging the tension on the condom with each ever so slight tug, but her primal urges were trying to rush her. They were egging her on to make much more sudden, more brash movements, and she was doing her best to fight them back in that moment. "Lydia, please, careful." Rebecca shuddered. She felt a sense of dread creeping slowly over her, like punishment for her hubris, thinking an expired condom would suffice. To think it would be enough to contain the mouse even after seeing it stretch over the girth, after witnessing how much semen it could and would dispense. It felt like a bomb defusal to her, except the consequence of it going off wouldn't be death, it would be life. Lydia was all but going mad in her attempts, trying to deny those sinister whispers that shouted in the back of her mind, until one of them coerced her just enough. One slight, extra tug backwards. A small mistake that would cost them both. That little extra tension was all it took for a compromise in the condom's structural integrity to form. A tiny tear in it, and that was all it took. The weight of the load that it tried to hold saw it's freedom, and made its escape, tearing the hole wider and wider until finally it ruptured.

The pop of the condom was a muffled thump inside of the milfy woman, and immediately she felt the heat of the sample directly on her insides. Once more she was brought to climax as she slurred out, "Nnnnnnooooo!~" It was so hot, so thick and she could feel it all. The condom snapped back and along the length of Lydia it was forced upon, trying to return to it's unstretched state, becoming a useless rubber ring around her dick. As the condom snapped, so too did the girl's psyche. She could feel so much more now that her head wasn't wrapped. She knew she was unprotected within her neighbor, could feel the smooth, warm innards of her womb. Both the reality and physical feelings sent Lydia over the edge, and instead of trying to pull out anymore, she plunged back in. Rebecca shrilled in conflicted delight at the punch to her already well worn womb, wide eyed in worry as the look in her partner's eyes changed. They didn't look drunk on lust anymore. They looked utterly feral. The bed resumed it's creaking and Lydia truly let loose.

Rebecca was reduced to wanton wailing, aghast that the mouse's rutting could be more brutal than what it already was. This wasn't just sex anymore, this was fucking. This was sheer, unadulterated rutting, and Rebecca was both the outlet and intake. "WAI- LYD- STHOP! EEK!" she shrilled, but Lydia was far too gone. She had taken up the woman's legs in her arms to bring her back into mating press as she got to experience the position raw now. She looked like she was snarling, teeth clenched and brow furrowed as animalistic grunts marked her exhales. Hands reached out to firmly take Rebecca's blouse, the last shred of dignity she had, and tore the buttons away in a yank of both fists, letting her generous bust spill free and bounce with the rest of her beneath the teen. They didn't get to sway for long before Lydia's hands planted firmly on them, fingers sinking into the doughy flesh. Lydia would have thought it odd that she had sex before she groped her first breasts if she could think straight. If anybody outside had walked by the house, they would probably think Mr. Owens was a lucky guy, hearing the unabashed sounds of the wife filtered through the walls to the outside world. They would probably smile to themselves, give a little nod, and keep moving, congratulating the man. No one would ever expect a futa mouse had lost her virginity, and was going into overtime laying claim to a female as if she were a conquest. But in this depraved mental state, that was all Rebecca was to Lydia. She was a fertile, receptive female, and that was the only thing that could scratch her itch at this point. Time went on, as did the rutting, and working towards only getting herself off led to a sooner orgasm this time around, even if it still took considerable time compared to the average male. Amidst her frenzy, with her entire body over top and bearing down upon the over fucked woman, the feral Lydia was face to face with her. Both of them were panting and grunting like animals, and it wasn't thought, so much as impulse, that made the mouse press her lips to Rebecca's, and lashing her tongue out wildly.

The slight sanity still set inside Rebecca's mind registered this with conflicted feelings. She clearly told the mouse: No kissing! Yet here she was, just taking it, just as she had taken every other part of the mouse. But at the same time, did she herself not give it all so easily to the teen? All of her pleas to stop were out of guilt and setting moral boundaries, not because she didn't want it. In fact, she was relishing the pleasure wrought unto her in these moments. For years she hadn't felt the touch of passion or love. Now, this evening, it was like she was getting all that lost love and lust at once, with interest.

More time went by, Lydia plunged deep, and Rebecca was near foaming through her gritted jaw from yet another orgasm of her own, added to the count lost long ago. This one was spurred by Lydia's third climax of the evening. Testes dragging along the woman's buttocks, pulling up and gushing a new, steaming hot batch of DNA into the woman. "Shoooo fuuuuuulllll…" the weakening voice of the human spoke as a second cumshot from this beast of a being seemed to test the capacity of her womb.

Surely that was it right? It had to be over, didn't it? Was the mouse letting go of her legs? No, she was only sitting up on her knees, and gripping the woman's ankles before continuing to assail her pussy. The groan Rebecca let out sounded defeated, resigned to another bout of pleasures. She laid limp, fading in and out of consciousness as her body cumming could either knock her out, or rip her from slumber. The sun was almost entirely gone outside now, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was cumming, emptying herself and ridding herself of the dreadful feelings that came with them.

Cumming a fourth time now, third for Mrs. Owen's innards, this time the woman was compelled to utter out. "Full! Too full! Ugh, GODS it's so much!" Her womb had felt full from the last eruption from Lydia, and this one only began to bloat her, jut by jut. Neither could see it from beneath the woman's plush belly, but Rebecca could feel it all too well.

One leg was drooped, and Rebecca found herself on her side as Lydia pulled against the other leg as she continued pistoning. "Gah! Hooooooooow?" she pushed out with her breath. Her hair fell over her face, and she was blind to her own breeding by it as she hadn't the will to even move it out of the way. All she could do was savor the burly dick that was churning the copious amounts of cum in her womb, and the weight of said womb swaying with the thrusts now.

Another unknown interval, another payload to Rebecca's womb, this time urging the woman to clutch at her midsection, where the sheer shock of feeling her stomach swell under her palm induced a particularly severe orgasm amidst the many others. Her body thrashed as it grew fuller, and her eyes rolled up. Only the barest consciousness remained as the world was spinning. Was it spinning? Was she spinning? She couldn't even tell the mouse had finally pulled out, but only to quickly rip the ruined rubber from her length, and roll the woman over more, and hoist her hind end up. Face down, ass in the air, Lydia sheathed herself again, and her poor neighbor couldn't even wail anymore, giving only a weak moan of approval. Her face sunk into the mattress, and she wasn't even aware she was smiling as she focused on the swaying of her swollen womb in this new position. Lydia had her by the hips, pulling and pushing into her, as well as keeping her lower body from falling over. From this position, the clap of her plump backside would replace Rebecca's weakened moans, but the thuds of the headboard to the wall returned to join the symphony of sinful sounds.

Pushing entirely in for a fifth deposit into her neighbor, Lydia was barely lucid enough to be aware of the feeling of the back of the human's womb on the top of her dick as gravity weighed it downward. Rebecca's groaning was weak, but it was all she had left as she was mindlessly gyrating herself against the mouse's pelvis. It was a foreign feeling. It was one of discomfort, but above it all, it was so good. To be beyond full to the point that her center of mass had shifted more towards her uterus had reduced even the married woman to limp, docile, but happily obedient state.

With that last corrupting coitus, Lydia could feel normalcy return. The fog dissipating from her eyes. The unknown clutches of another will released her. Call it what you will, but she was finally satisfied. And just like that, the other signals of the body were registering. Her abdomen burned, her lips and tongue were dry, and her dick was sore. She backed away from Rebecca, holding a hand up to her head as she groaned. Rebecca's body fell sideways, and further rolled onto her back where the largest breaths made her bust rise and fall.

Lydia blinked a few times, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and opening them again as she gave a tired "Nnnnnng…" and looked back at her handiwork. Her neighbor was splayed in her marital bed, head tilted back as she breathed. Her pelvis was a paste of femcum that had been churned for hours. The most eye catching though was her belly. Where once was a little paunch of tummy was now a noticeable pot belly. In almost any other circumstance, Lydia would have found the sight erotic beyond compare, but now all she felt was fear. "What have I done?" she muttered under her breath. Without lust telling her how hot this was, the impending consequences of her actions came washing over her, drowning her in panic. "Uuuuhng…" was all her neighbor could utter.

Lydia was petrified, her breath speeding up. Faster and faster. "Oh Gods. Oh fuck. Oh no," she thought as she looked around, as if some miracle resolution would be present. Hyperventilating, she scampered from the bed, tripping over herself and to the floor, as she reached for her pants. She almost forgot to put them on as she burst from the bedroom and down the stairs, crashing into the wall at the bottom before stomping one leg into her pants, and then another, as she fled the scene of her acts. Out the front door, the mouse didn't even take the front gate, jumping the fence dividing their yards, and running home.

Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Summary:

It's the first week of Senior year for Lydia. Will she be able to hide her secret with all eyes on her? How will she cope? Will she breeze by without incident and live a chaste life from hereon? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Yeah, didn't think so. Delve into our mouse's misadventures!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 2

The Clement's house was dark, quiet, and tranquil in the early hours of night. Moonlight bled through the windows, and the home truly was peaceful, but not for long. Just beyond its walls the hurried crunching of grass turns concrete, frantic breaths all the while. An abrupt thump against the door seemed to disrupt not just the silence in the home, but the very atmosphere. Fumbling of key to lock, the door swung wide with the weight of an entire body against it, a body beyond desperate to get inside as she fell to her hands when she did, only to turn, stand, and shoulder the door shut with a slam before pressing her back to it. Lydia's chest was rising and falling with inefficient heaves of air. Panic painted the white furred face whiter as her head darted around, observing the immediate area of the home, desperate to feel safe, yet unable to. Even here, in her home, behind her own walls of safety, Lydia felt sheer fright. It was like the last iota before hitting ground from a great fall, but it didn't last an iota, it was constant. Death. Death seemed right behind her, despite being backed to the door. It was right over her shoulder. It was hiding in the shadows of her own home. It was everywhere at once to her. What could she do? She had already fled home, ensured nothing could creep up from behind. All that was left, all she could do now, was slide down the door, knees to her head, and with flexed fingers, clawing her ears toward her face as she cracked.

Half screams, half sobs hacked from her mouth. She should have been crying with how distraught she was, but there were no tears, and she knew why. There was simply no water in the body to spare for them. She had dispensed a lot of fluid recently, and correlating the lack of tears to it in a flash of coherent thought only made her squeeze her ears in her fists as she shouted more harshly. What had she done? Oh gods, what had she done!? The question echoed in her head as elbows pinched together in front of her, shoulders hugged up so tight to her jaw they hurt. She knew what she did. She had fucked her neighbor, and that was the most mild of ways to put it.

Her life was over. It had to be, right? That was what her mind was telling her a thousand times a second. It was only a matter of time. Any minute now police would be at her door, or her mother would call and shout in disbelief and tears at her. Or- or Mrs. Owens would kick down the door in the middle of the night, hellbent on revenge. There were whispers of hope here and there, but they were lost in a sea of doubt. Things like: "She said she wouldn't tell anyone. She wouldn't change her mind because things got out of hand, right?" or "Mr. Owens worked insanely long hours these days. She'd come back to her senses and clean away all the evidence before he got home."

Her throat, mainly her larynx, began to hurt, feeling swollen, dry like her eyes, a dehydrated cry. How did it come to this? Her newly gifted body was supposed to be a blessing, but now it felt like she traded one hell for another, arguably a worse one. She sat there, hiccuping sobs and trying to wet her throat with the urge to swallow, which only served to hurt her swollen voice box, until the adrenaline ran its course and left her exhausted and melancholy. Nothing expedites the five stages of grief like a panic attack. Melancholy turned to angst as she shuffled to her feet and to the kitchen, where her misery was made evident with the slamming of cupboards or overly harsh planting of a cup as she sought water. The faucet hissed as it filled the cup. Lydia threw her head back and chugged it down. She repeated the cycle, then again, and again. Her contempt for everything boiled over as she threw the plastic cup to the sink and pulled the faucet with it's telescoping hose from the sink, and brought it to her mouth, where she let it run as she gulped down her fill. By the time she was satisfied, her shirt was soaked, water rolled down her chin, and she felt the weight of all the water heavy within her, enough to round her skinny frame a bit. She looked down at her gluttonous re-hydration, mind flashing to the more impressive curve she left Mrs. Owens with. She grimaced as she dragged herself to the bathroom, hoping to wash away her sins along with the residual stains of her extra active evening. She thought she would cry again in the shower. It was the best place in her world to cry. It was where she cried often, but it seemed the recent episode she had took the last bit of energy out of her. She trudged her dampened self to her room, fully nude, placed her glasses on her nightstand, and half crawled, half fell into bed. When her face hit the pillow, it was like the impact itself knocked her out.

The hum of the AC unit fighting the climbing noon heat helped the light breaking through the blinds to rouse the mouse, who had found herself on her back with her pillow over her face after a night of tossing and turning. She didn't know how to feel as she woke up. She supposed she ought to be thankful all hell hadn't broken loose and woken her up, but that just meant it still very well could, that maybe the consequences of her actions were just running a bit late. 'Maybe everyone was too tired and distraught, and decided to call the proper authorities in the day,' she thought to herself. She laid there, contemplating and recounting with guilt for a few minutes more before she pulled the pillow from her face and sat up. She shouldn't have been surprised at what she saw. She didn't even have her glasses on, and she could make out the flagrant shape of her morning wood, standing tall and pulsing with not so gentle movements. "Really? Haven't you caused enough trouble?" Lydia sneered at her prodigious protrusion, and in a fit of contempt, swung her palm out to swipe at it. Instantly she regretted it as the flesh was still tender from last nights exertion, and her knees and torso shot in on reflex as she let out an "Ack!" and rolled on her side, facing the wall as she held the now aching member. She grumbled half curses, half nonsense at her current state until her self pity party was cut short. "Lydia? Are you up?" a sleepy, motherly voice asked out. A deep sigh came from the mouse as she responded. "Yeaaaaaaah…"

It took some time to make her morning wood go down, but the soreness seemed a good deterrent to erection. Deep down though, she knew it subsided mainly because the damn thing was still sated enough. She eventually left her room, wearing a thrift store tee, and some of her mother's rather old scrub bottoms. It didn't seem wise to buy pajamas until it was certain the mouse wasn't going to keep sprouting upwards, and so they would suffice, even if the foot holes ended part way down her calves. Her mother sat hunched over the kitchen table in a pink robe that had certainly been in her possession for years, nursing a mug of coffee, her blonde hair still frazzled from waking up.

Lydia hid her nervousness behind a sleepy face as she side eyed her mother, gauging her. The mare looked as tired as she always did, and certainly none the wiser to what had transpired last night while she was at work. "Gonna show me what you've learned from all your cooking videos?" her mother asked with a smile under her half opened eyes. The mouse felt her guard and paranoia relax with each passing second as she opened the fridge, and bent over to grab eggs, shredded cheese, spinach, and an onion. "If I can't make an omelet yet, I deserve to starve," Lydia said dryly. "Oh, don't be like that. Cooking is both an art and a science, and you aren't going to be good at either in such a short amount of time," her mother quipped back. Lydia knew she was right, but she had always been very self critical. The silence lingered as she took time to dice the onion and spinach as butter melted in the pan. One part of her wanted the silence to cease so she didn't keep thinking about last night, but the other part was worried if words were exchanged, the truth would be part of them, either by giving herself away, or her mother already knowing and for some reason was currently letting her stew in her guilt. She knew that was silly, but that was just how anxiety worked, which she also knew. Knowing didn't make it any easier to cope with.

Whisking, and the sizzle of eggs filled the silence, spinach and onion placed atop. Wait- flip first, then add fillings. Shit! They were stuck in the slowly congealing yolk now. Had to make do. Did she flip too early? The top was still so runny, but the bottom was browning. She had to flip. So should she add the cheese now? Why not, everything was chaos in this once simple task. The mouse grunted as cooking suddenly felt like the food was rebelling against her. Her disgruntled grumbling and cursing under her breath did not instill confidence in the mare breathing in the steam of her coffee. All she could see was her daughter's back, but she was pretty sure a plastic spatula shouldn't make such a loud scraping sound on a nonstick pan. A few minutes more and something more resembling scrambled eggs with vegetables in it was in front of her.

Even still, Lydia had a hopeful look on her face, and the mother mare was resigned to her duty to judge the breakfast. The first bite had an impressively loud crunch, which made mouse ears deflate upon the teen's head, and rest her face in her hands. "Oh don't be such a drama mouse. It still tastes like eggs, onion, spinach and cheese, so it's not bad," her mother assured her. Lydia sighs as she brought her hands down to the table to look at her. "...though you did forget the salt," her mother tacked on with a tired smile curling at the edge of her lips. Lydia scrunched her nose at her. "Try again, you need to eat breakfast more than I do. You may still be a growing girl after all. I hope not though. Any taller and I'll have to sell you to the circus." Playful swipes soon came from the mouse, which her mother lazily pushed away with a hand. "After you're done making breakfast, go and grab the mail, okay dear? I'm gonna shower and laze about before work." Mrs. Clements was about to get up and go, but the lack of response from her daughter caught her attention. Lydia was frozen in front of the stove, statuesque with pan in one hand and spatula in the other. "...Lydia?" "Huh?" "Did you hear me? I ask if you could-" "Y-yeah! Mail. Got it," Lydia hastily replied, eyes wide and away from her mom's now perplexed gaze. Her daughter had always been an oddball though, so she thought nothing more of it.

Lydia on the other hand was once more growing anxious. She didn't want to leave the house, or go outside, or be seen in any way, for fear of running into her over-fucked neighbor. She is always so diligent with her garden. What if she were out there now? Would she be waiting to confront her? She panicked once more before smelling burning in her eggs. "Shit!" To top it all of, she forgot the salt again.

Mom was still in the shower as she went to the front door, opening it slightly to peek out of it. Her pink nose poked out, followed by her eyes, and her ears folded between door and frame as she looked around for any sign of movement from the Owen's fence line. Maybe she couldn't see the woman down low at her garden. She had to wait a few minutes to really make sure. Then again, the longer she waited, the more time for a Mrs. Owens actually inside could come out and catch her. "Gah! Fuck it!" she cursed under her breath as she swung open the door and scurried out towards the mail box, tail flailing behind her as she nearly pulled the door from the hinge, swiping the mail, and slamming it shut with enough force to rattle the box on it's stand. With a mad dash back inside, she let out a big sigh, mortified at how she felt compelled to act, even if no one had witnessed it.

The mouse meandered back to the den and sat on one end of the sofa, bringing her knees up as she sifted through the junk mail. She took a second to mentally note how cumbersome the size of her junk affected her ability to sit like she was these days, curling a lip in annoyance as she flicked mail towards the coffee table. 'Bill statement, offer to buy house, trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty, deals at the local grocery store- what's this?' she thought to herself. At the bottom of the mail pile was as promo for a free trial at the local gym, one week, full amenities. Lydia's current worries were distracted by curiosity. "Whatcha got there?" Her mother asked, pulling the girl from her thoughts. Wearing her scrub bottoms and an undershirt for now, she sat down next to her daughter. "Free week at the gym over on Cedar Street, down the road from the old theater. I was thinking of checking it out," Lydia answered.

The mother pursed her lips as she set down her room temperature coffee mug. "Don't you think you should ask your mother if you're allowed to do so?" "Don't you think I'm legally an adult now and can make a simple decision of my own life?" A side-eyed smirk was shot from mouse to mom, and was met with a single raised brow and returning grin. "Don't you think you should remember the iconic axiom 'My house, my rules'?" mother mare punctuated with a sudden grab of her daughter, pulling her over across her lap. "Where my evil is LAW!" she added with a comical drop in pitch before bending down to zerbert her lips against Lydia's exposed tummy. Lydia squeaked and shrieked with a flail of legs, giggling as her mother relented. "I didn't get a chance to ask you since I JUST saw it in the mail!" "Oh, and you were gonna ask me, lil miss all grown up?" "Well, if I wasn't I wouldn't have just told you about it. I would have hid this from you when you walked in and been all like 'Hm? What? I don't have anything!'"

The mare had no retort, and a silence filled the room for a moment. Lydia felt her mother's hand on her stomach, fingers run through her fur as she pondered. "Worried about me going somewhere alone?" she asked. "What makes you say that?" Her mother shot back. "You're always worried when I'm alone. Why would now that I'm tall be any different?" "Well, you're right. Being tall doesn't change anything." "Nothing?" "Nothing. You're still a young, beautiful woman who is a prime target for any number of nefarious deeds." Lydia chortled, "Nefarious deeds?" The mouse took a boop on the nose from her mother. "That's right. The world is still as dangerous as it was when you were my little Liddy, and you don't have any meat on your bones to fend off an attacker." "Isn't that all the more reason for me to go to the gym? Get all beefed up?" she asked with a dorky gesture of flexing her arms, and making a less than fearsome face to go with it. Her mother scoffed, "Well now I can't tell if you're serious." "I am, mom. A gym is something I never thought I'd be able to go to or use or… experience!" "You know plenty of mice go to the gym, right?" her mother asked dryly. "And I don't know how they do it! At school I was already actively avoiding being trampled by crowds daily. One muscle head with a bar bell set down at the wrong time and I would've been a goner! But- that's not the case anymore."

Silence lingered between the two of them again as her mother was now stroking her hair. "Y'know you still haven't asked me yet." her mother teased. Lydia began poking her mother in the stomach with a small pout on her face. "Isn't this whole conversation a verbose process of asking for said permission?" she shot back. "Maybe I just wanna hear you ask properly. Maybe I'm worried my daughter will get pompous and rebellious now that she's taller than her mom. Maybe I'm worried my daughter is growing up too quickly," the mare softly spoke, smiling down at her daughter. "I don't think I'm moving too fast, just… catching up," she Lydia responded. Her mother just looked down at her, smile growing wider as she looked her daughter in the eyes. "...Fiiine! Mom, may I please try this gym for free for a week?" Her mother gave a little chuckle under her breath and pulled her daughter's head into a hug against her belly. "Always be back home before sundown, okay?" Lydia could feel her mother's worry in the warmth and softness she exuded . She nuzzled her head back against the mare and softly confirmed, "Okay."

Lydia spent the remaining hours socializing with her mother before the mare had to go off to work. This gave the mouse plenty of remaining daylight to feel anxious and alone with her thoughts. Time and time over she had to tell herself she didn't do anything wrong- well, too wrong. It was all consensual, things just got a bit passionate. Even if it was consensual, it was definitely adultery. That was the biggest thing she couldn't shake. She had wronged someone, whether they were currently aware, or not, and all because she couldn't keep her urges under control. What's more, wasn't her first time supposed to be special? Before she could even go down that rabbit hole, her mind told her to be thankful she even had the chance. Were it not for her strange growth spurt, she may very well have lived and died a virgin.

At least the day went by without incidence. The only issue by her standard was popping a boner once again in the evening. "Wow, look at that, you almost made it a full twenty-four hours…" she sardonically spoke. Of course she rubbed one out. She saw what happened when she tried to resist her urges, and was far too worried about that happening again.

The only light in the home was the silver glow of her computer screen, still playing the last few seconds of the mouse's smut of the evening. Having reached coitus at the same time as the stud who had growled at the buxom bitch to enjoy his pups, she panted, feeling the warmth of her emissions painting her fur from her cheek to her pelvis, opting to douse herself with her load instead of her keyboard. "Jeez…" she weakly huffed. It felt like a whole new level of low to be sitting, covered in her own cum, which was why she wasted no time going to the shower to wash the solidifying fluids off.

The shower post coitus was an irksome process. The stuff really seemed to cling to the fur as it congealed. 'I gotta get a comb to get this stuff out, or look up a brand of shampoo that works well to remove it. I can't just towel this stuff and throw it in the laundry. If mom ever found out I'd die!' she thought to herself. The white noise of the water falling did well to help her think. It always did. (That, or post nut clarity is much more clear with how intense her orgasms were) 'Not to mention the poor sock I cum blast to oblivion. Hmmm,' she continued. She had to really give this consideration. School started the day after tomorrow, and if she was going to survive, she couldn't be leaking precum down her leg before first period was even over. "I cum five to six times a day. School is seven hours long, six on Wednesdays. If I am awake sixteen hours a day on average, I need to cum every three hours I'm awake, if I round up. But rounding up time leaves me open to error. But- the severity is more important in the mornings as I am more pent up then, so if I cum twice before leaving for school, I could endure until I get home and belt out another one as soon as I get home."

Her thought process was more based on body familiarity than math. Still, she knew she needed conviction in doing this, even if it did sound absurd. She had to wake up earlier than she used to, bust two nuts, and catch the bus! It could work… provided she didn't see too much skin or fur from her peers.

Walking back into her room, Lydia was vigorously toweling herself off. She loved the feeling of drying fur. It was better than head scratches. Someday she wished to have a loving girlfriend who would be cute enough to towel her off. The thought made her a bit lonely, and her head lowered, only to be reminded of her new body, so high up from the floor with that pelvic protrusion ever pulling at her groin with it's weight. It twitched at her thoughts of a romantic partner. It liked the idea too. "Don't even think about it, dick," she threatened her own penis.

Sunday was used to test her thought process. She had to get her sleep schedule back on track anyway. She failed to wake up at five, having slept until noon on Saturday, but she rubbed two out upon waking up, and saw how long she could last before she could no longer keep her cock down. Much to her dismay, it was half an hour shy of the seven hour mark she was hoping for. It would have to work. It took too long to rub out a third since it became a bit longer to reach orgasm each successive time. Maybe she could hold out the entire seven hours if she also came right before bed. Maybe it would roll over and be like partial credit for when she woke up? She already felt exasperated, having to coordinate her entire life around a fap schedule, but she had to. Until she could control her lust, this was what she had to do. "I don't think this is what Uncle Ben meant when he said 'with great power comes great responsibility'," she thought, laying in bed the night before her first day of senior year.

The night seemed extra peaceful tonight. Lydia compared it to the calm before a storm. Not only was she going to have to put a strict masturbation regimen in effect, but she wasn't going to be the small, unnoticeable mouse dodging stampedes of crowds! She would be looking down at her peers instead for a change. They would acknowledge her, they would respect her! ...No. That wasn't right. They would see her, and she wouldn't be able to hide. What if they made fun of her for being so tall? What if, now that she couldn't hide, many more people harassed her. No- no that wouldn't happen. She was just getting into her own head again. Most logically, eyes would stop on her tallness once, then keep on with whatever they were doing.

At that moment, Lydia felt her phone buzz on her belly, which startled her out of her deep spiral of thoughts. She blinked a few times, now feeling how dry her eyes were from staring up at the ceiling. She opened the flip phone to see a text. It was Logan. [So, tomorrows the big day. Will you concede and confess your talk of tall is all a farce?] She grinned as she thumbed in her response. [Not on your life! When I see you, imma lift you by the armpits like a child :P] She awaited his response, finding his unwavering doubt in her decrees to be so amusing. When her phone buzzed again, she opened her phone a bit too excitedly, only to dryly stare at her phone unamused. It was her mother. [Make sure you get to bed at a decent time!] Her reply came with all the angst she could muster, [I'm already in bed, trying to fall asleep!] As she hit send, Logan texted back, [… You're really serious about this, aren't you? I half expect to walk in on stilts, despite your timidness, after all your reaffirmation.] [Why is it so hard to believe I am now a gloriously tall amazons? XD] [You mean aside from the statistical height average for mice being 4'7", alongside the medical implausibility of anyone growing over two feet in height over the course of two months? Amazons hail from Themyscira, and you come from Pierre, South Dakota if I recall correctly. :P] Lydia giggled to herself. It took a calculated effort of pushing Logan's buttons to make her deviate from his proper grammar to use emoticons. [Well, you caught me going to bed. I need a good night's sleep. I am a growing girl after all~] [Going to bed at such a responsible hour? This strikes me as the plot to a B movie monster movie that could be titled "My friend was replaced by an alien!"] [Dork! For real tho. Honk-shoo time. Nini~] Double checking her alarm, Lydia placed her phone and glasses on her nightstand. In the end she had to put a let's play video on her computer to listen to, in order to fall asleep, as the anxiety of it all kept her awake.

The digital tones of her phone alarm pulled Lydia from her slumber. Donning her glasses, the drowsy mouse wasted no time, knowing what she needed to do. Her cock had already grown erect by the time she seated herself at the computer. A nudge of the mouse, and the bright screen came to life, causing Lydia to shield her eyes from the bright light while she blindly went for the light switch to her room. In her frantic, groggy movement, her erect appendage became a hazard, knocking a cup, and various nick nacks to the floor. Lydia groaned, once more aggravated with her cumbersome cock. At least she could take solace in the fact that she could be rough with it to vent some of that aggravation.

She knew she had to be quick about this. No time to be picky. She just had to pick something. "Kitty begs for wolf pups", that can work. "Human aims to breed his own herd", also good. She favorited "Fertile ferret aims for octuplets", and that could always work if the rest didn't get the job done. She got to it. There was no build up or self teasing. She clenched her length, thumb pressing into one of the bulging veins, and began pumping, rolling her thumb over her cock head to spread the leaking pre. Her free hand frantically skipped the formalities in the porn, looking for the deep dickings, and more importantly for her, the slutty talk of breeding. She could bring herself to the edge, and eventually tip herself over that edge, but hearing the kitten scream "Give me your pups!" expedited the process.

Wait! Where was she gonna cum!? She couldn't ruin her keyboard, nor could she cover herself. She didn't have time for a shower! "Shit shit shit!" She panicked, rising from her chair as she felt her heavy testes pulling up towards her groin. It was a frantic, embarrassingly silly run from her room to her bathroom. She wasn't fast enough to aim to the toilet before the first spurt leapt from her dick and landing in the tub. 'It could've been worse. I'll clean it up later,' she thought to herself as she aimed the remainder of her orgasm into the toilet.

That was one orgasm down. A quick walk back to her chair and she was at it again. Lydia became irked in trying to get her second orgasm, as the second video wasn't so much about breeding as it was slave/owner play. She was thankful she pulled up her favorite. Sure, the prospect of being knocked up with so many offspring was implausible, but it was still hot, and the dirty talk always got to her. Lydia was huffing at this point, from the exertion of jerking herself, or actually savoring the porn, she didn't know. The ferret took the first creampie, and in an almost feral voice demanded "More!" The single word drew a moan from from her as her hips began to buck a bit. Lydia loved this video. The woman's words hit all of her buttons. "Keep going! Don't stop! I want to be so gravid with your offspring! You're not done yet! You're not done until I'm pregnant with six-, eight of your strong children. Gods, I'm going to be so heavy with kids!"

Yeah, that did it. Like the last one, Lydia made a silly little run, cock in hand, to her bathroom, having better timing this time to pump out her load. She tilted her head back, guttural grunting coming from her as she listened to the periodic heavy splashes of her DNA cocktail shooting down into the toilet bowl. She did it, she belted out two orgasms before school, but did not have enough time to clean the bathroom of her misguided spurts. She could clean up the errant strands when she got home from school though. Right now, she had to get moving.

The next couple of minutes were a series of frantic morning routines that hadn't been performed, nor practiced, since becoming a towering teen. Rushing to thrust a foot into the pant leg of her jeans had the mouse toppling backwards onto her bed. Even a bra was still a foreign concept, having not worn one often while at home, took a few failed tries of hooking from behind before hooking it from the front, rotating it 180, and sliding her arms into place.

A fast walk was made to the kitchen. At least cereal was still a normal concept to her, even if she did nearly choke herself from eating too fast. Like hell she was gonna run to the bus stop on the first day of school with toast in her mouth like some doki-doki anime protagonist! She even had the sense to pack herself a sandwich for lunch last night. Still, even with preparation and haste, by the time she got her shoes on, she was five minutes behind what she hoped.

Lydia huffed as she made a sprint for the bust stop. She was anxious she was gonna miss the bus, but before she knew it, she was at the pick-up. It perplexed her for a moment, until she realized her long strides got her to the bus stop considerably faster. The few other students standing there were staring at her. It was as if they had never seen a six and a half foot tall mouse before. She noticed their staring, and a few mutters. It was fine. She expected this. They would gawk for a bit, then go back to standing like zombies, wishing to sleep right there on the side walk.

The day would consist of a first for many. Boarding the bus, she felt cramped for the first time, her knees pushing into the back of the seat in front of her. She almost hit her head on the top of the door both in, and out of the bus, and upon walking through the main entry way of school, was seeing the top of people's heads, instead of columns of people who may not even notice her.

It was… surreal. It felt like she was viewing the world from a camera two feet above her head. She sheepishly looked side to side, noticing the stares, the double takes, the look of confusion on faces from seeing a mouse taller than they. While she was looking at the courtyard around her, she wasn't paying attention to her immediate front, and bumped into someone. "S-sorry!" she squeaked, trying to move to less congested parts of the school yard. So that's what it felt like to be on the other side, to be the one not seeing and bumping into, rather than the one being bumped.

Her ears fell as she noticed more and more people staring at her in the distance of the yard. She told herself this would happen. She reminded herself they would stare, then move on, turn their heads down to their phones, but no matter where she turned her head, there were more and more students looking at her like a spectacle. She swore some were even taking pictures of her. Were they the same people constantly staring? She couldn't be sure. She wasn't looking in any one direction long enough. Her pulse quickened. That familiar tension, like an unbreakable string lifting her by her own nerves. She wanted to leave. She didn't like this. She wanted to go back to being unnoticed, to be small. As the distraught emotions slowly strung her up in place, they were suddenly severed by the call of her name. "Lydia?!"

Her head whipped towards her name, eyes wide and relieved. Logan stood near the entrance to the library, awestruck at what he saw. Lydia smiled her big, dorky smile as she ran towards him, closing the distance faster than either of them were used to. The sudden approach was dizzying to the mouse who stopped hard in front of him, both fists and elbows pulled in front of her as she bounced up and down. "See Logan, See!?" she beamed like a child. "I see it, but I can't believe it! I- I am compelled to ask how, even if you've told me no one knows," he marveled.

Lydia's face of giddy glee quickly turned into the cocky grin that practically shouted 'I told you so.' Her fists were planted on her hips, shoulders back and chest out as she haughtily proclaimed, "And you had the gall to doubt me!" Logan gave a dead pan expression at her attitude before rolling his eyes and following up with, "Alright, alright, you can't blame me for doubting the far fetched." "It's not the doubt in the far fetched I am rubbing in your face, it's your doubt in me~," the mouse sang out as she leaned over, pushing her index fingers to her cheeks and twisting them. A grin crept over Logan's face as he pushed up and away the mouse who was getting her fill of faux-pomposity. "Very well, but don't you start taking advantage of my newly affirmed trust in you, and don't lord this over me. Your height will be doing enough of that." "Speaking of," Lydia started, "I warned you what I was gonna do when I saw you again!"

Swiftly, her hands shot out and under his arms, but all speed stopped there as the long, monotone grunt came through her teeth in attempt to lift her friend. "Hnnnnng, like...a… child…" Logan could all but smirk at her attempts before informing her, "I just checked out a stack of books from the library. They're in my back pack." The moment she learned, Lydia dropped her friend with a hiss of pressure pushed from her lungs. "Looks like height does not equal strength. In fact, you seem incredibly skinny. Not surprising, given near all calories must have gone to furthering skeletal muscular structure instead of mass.," Logan lectured. "I'm working on it!" Lydia pouted with a bunching of her lower lip behind her fore teeth. Logan laughed at her melodramatics before donning the most sincere of smiles, and adding, "Still, you look great. I'm happy for you." Lydia's face held one of surprise, then one returning the sincere smile shared between best friends.

"Now, there is something I wish to do in part of this newfound height of yours," Logan stated. Lydia looked quizzically as he walked to a bench she was standing next to, and stood on it as he placed his backpack down. "Squat down a bit, will you?" he asked. Lydia, puzzled did so, and asked. "What? Want a piggyback ride?" "Close." he answered. "But to sit atop your shoulders, not hang." Using the wall behind the bench to balance and settle atop her shoulders, Lydia hooked her arms around his thighs and began to stand up straight. She noted that even now without his backpack, he was still quite a weight for her as she was upright once more. Once his balance was secured, Logan thrust both fists above him and shouted "Freak the mighty!" Lydia was completely and utterly confused by this act. "What? Are you calling me a freak?!" she asked incredulously. Logan leaned his forearm atop her head to look over her as he sighed. "American author Rodman Philbrick would be disappointed in you."

Back at the entrance of the school, a small group made their way in, so involved with themselves they shoulder checked anyone who didn't move aside. They didn't have to enter the school one by one and conglomerate, they had a cars, a symbol of autonomy to many youths, and they flaunted it, along with many others things, material and otherwise, as they moved about. They were chaotic, but the chaos was confined to their bubble, which moved across the courtyard. Bobcat, Tabby, Tiger, Calico and more in tow. Five young women, walking with pride or purpose, and three young men pushing and joking and messing with one another in a display of camaraderie that some would find offensive to conduct this early in the morning. The Pride had entered, this time with their boyfriends, and while most of them were either jovial or indifferent, there was one who was mad by second hand anger, and one who was pissed.

Surry was leading the pride of felines with a strut that made her platinum blonde hair bob with each step. She had sent her scholarship information through social media to a certain mouse months ago, and after a couple of weeks had messaged to confirm the rodent had received and was doing her bidding, but confirmation never came. Days turned to weeks, and the messages piled up, each one more venomous than the last. The entire Summer had gone by, and not even a 'left on read' from the little twerp! She had to lie to daddy, assuring him she had applied to a fair amount, but that lie couldn't last forever, and the cat would have her satisfaction, one way or another.

She knew she had to keep her eyes cast downward to find the little fucker. She liked to hide, liked to go unnoticed. It took a keen eye, but she'd find that filthy- "What the fuuuuuuuuuuck?" one of the boys in her entourage called out in a mix of humor and utter confusion that seemed to be a Jock's usual dialect. Normally Surry wouldn't even bother to acknowledge one of the oafish call outs of the boys in her clique, but she could sense the others had stopped to see what the commotion was. Her head whipped back to find the direction of their gaze, and when she too looked on, found herself incapable of fathoming what she saw for seconds upon seconds.

That couldn't be a mouse. That fuzzy, white being was the tallest creature in school! But- the round ears, the furless tail, that button nose atop two front teeth too prominent to rest inside the mouth. Top it off with those dorky glasses, and the still familiar human atop her shoulders, and it had to be. But why? How? Over and over the mind asked- no, demanded: How? It took an active will to not let her jaw drop at the sight of the mouse. She wouldn't give the rat the satisfaction. If anything, it only fueled her anger as she stormed over to the pair that were too happy in their lives, and her clan followed suit.

"Alexis, am I having a fever dream, or is there a carnival mirror nearby? Because I see Little Liddy looking like a stretched out piece of gum," Surry started. Lydia's smile fell, and felt like it fell all the faster from her greater height. She backed against the wall, pressing Logan firm to it as well. "No, I see it too! What gives, Lydia? You got some stilts on under those jeans?" Mike, Alexis's boyfriend, surprisingly spoke up with a chipper tone that contrasted Surry's. "Can't be," Alexis answered, "She's also got those orangutan arms. Seriously I'm baffled the munchkin's weight atop you doesn't just fold you in half."

Something was wrong, and Lydia could feel it. Normally the two main cats had a false air of niceness about their harassment and backhanded words adorned with faux smiles. These were blatant insults, and Surry wore her mouth pursed so tight it was near pinpoint in size, and had her arms crossed under her chest. Alexis wasn't looking in much better spirits either, but what did she do to earn their ire?

Lydia was at a loss for words, but luckily Logan had more nerve. "Charming as ever, ladies. What do you want? Hitting the ground running on the final year of harassment before we are no longer trapped together and all authority you've spent years building up fades in an instant and the real world spins you into a life of mediocrity?" Surry didn't even look at the boy who should have been knocked off his ratty pedestal, and sneered, "I told you I had an entire Summer to think of what to do if you didn't apply for enough scholarships, and you didn't. Not. A. One." Lydia felt her heart plummet to the same depths her smile went to as the realization finally hit her. Knees shook as she sat on the bench which let Logan get back on the ground. "Oh. S-Surry please. I'm sorry. I completely forgot. It's been a crazy three months. I've had a lot of health problems. You can imagine that, what with somehow rapidly getting taller. Lots of issues left me bed ridden and… and doctor visits and tests. I didn't even apply for my own scholarships!" Lydia pleaded with lies sprinkled in the truth as a desperate attempt to get out of this. The mouse had been conditioned over the years to the point she didn't even realize she was looming over the felines when she was standing, and now sitting, it felt like she was in her rightful place, cowing into herself beneath them.

Surry leaned over, snout wrinkled and eyes narrowed where as the mouse tried to sink into her seat, before finally the vicious countenance was replaced with dismissal and a simple "Fine." Fine? Lydia didn't believe she was off the hook that easily. She knew better, and could only stare up in silence. The rest of the cats watched on in varying degrees of amusement, and Logan watched on with bitten tongue. "It makes sense. What are the odds a mouse has to struggle with becoming a freak of nature. I can pity that. You'll just have to make it up now. Ten a week and you should be done in no time." Lydia was relieved. That was doable. She wasn't even thinking about applying for her own, or her not-so-little problem she'd have to take care of. She could find time for this. She could- "No."

Lydia froze, utterly baffled by the simple word that leapt from her throat. It didn't even feel like a word, but like a sound. Why did she say that? She wasn't suicidal. The little voice was back in her head. That one that was much louder Friday night at her neighbor's house. She swore it wasn't her that spoke just now, but that damned voice. The mouse whipped her head to the side to look to Logan for support, but he was gone. She didn't have time to feel forlorn and forsaken, she had to find a second miracle in diplomacy in the past two minutes. Wide eyes were worn on all cats present, but Surry's furrowed impressively as well. "The fuck did you just say to me?" What was she to do, pathetically back pedal, or double down? She had to find the nerve that came from that voice that put her back into this mess. "I- I can't! I can't keep living like this. It's not fair and you know it!" The mouse immediately felt a deep pain on her instep, cohorts hiding how Surry stood on it and seething, "Think you're above us because you mutated? You're going to regret that, and you're going to keep regretting while you do as you're told." She raised a hand, ready to signal the more boorish and brutish of her group to do her bidding, Before she could, a womanly voice spoke out. "Is that Lydia?!" All heads turned to see the librarian standing at the open door to her domain, and Logan at her side. "My goodness you weren't joking, Logan," the older woman added.

The wrinkled snout sneer came back to Surry's face a final time as she muttered, "Think you can survive for a year? By the end of it, you're gonna wish you were right there next to your little daddy." Lydia, petrified by the tension in the air, didn't move as Surry turned on her heel, specifically the one dug into the mouse's foot, and stormed off before the rest of her group lagged behind. Tears were on the brink of her eyes as her instep throbbed, but she did her best to save face as she waved to the librarian.

Lydia limped to her first class. She needed to lift her foot early with each step, less the joint give a sharp pain. She was thankful to Logan for getting her out of there with only that level of injury. Today was starting off bad, on the wrong foot her brain would say, making her groan out loud. This dismal outlook of the morning was persisted by the first class of the day: Calculus. It wasn't that she was bad at math, she just felt it went against the Geneva Convention to make anyone try to perform complex mathematics before 10 a.m.

Once more the mouse meandered to the back of the classroom, only now on top of doing it to be less noticeable, it was out of politeness, as she would be an obstruction to anyone who sat behind her. Opening a composition book was as far as she got before checking out, marinating in her worries of what would come from the recent debacle. She was prepared to sink into another downward spiral, but before she could, her attention was pulled to an almost tardy peer that passed the threshold of the classroom. Immediately her brain went haywire, deriving any and all knowledge it could about who she saw.

The first thing she noticed was the fiery orange hair, lush in hue and wavy as it flowed down to her buttocks. The second thing she noticed, and she was subconsciously ashamed for unabashedly staring at, was the bust so plentiful it strained the cotton shirt the girl wore. There was generous length to the plain white T-shirt, but even still the way they had to wrap over such voluptuary threatened to expose her midriff, and leave her at risk of a dress code violation. The remaining bits of information rushed in overlapping in the background of her mind. The freckled face, the stylish cardigan to aid in modesty, the full thighs fit to split the seems of her jeans, how even with nearly all eyes following her to her seat, she wasn't the least bit phased, accustomed to such reaction, but not arrogant about it. Wait- her seat? It seemed the only seat left was right beside the mouse!

Lydia tore her gaze away from the human who took a seat next to her, chin on her palm propped on her desk. Eyes were affixed forward, but she didn't see a thing, as all she saw was the image of the stunning beauty burned into her mind. Who was she? The school wasn't so large that she didn't recognize the redhead, so she had to be a new student. 'A harsh thing to relocate for senior year,' she thought to herself. She caught the first waft of fragrance from the new student. What was that? She didn't know flowers that well, but whatever it was, it would be permanently associated with the beauty beside her.

Class had started, but she couldn't focus. She wanted so badly to get another glimpse of the girl next to her. She kept side-eyeing, but it wasn't enough to get the girl into her field of view, and even if it did, it'd be blurry until she could view them from through her glasses. Ever so slightly she turned her head, but didn't even get to gaze for a moment as she noticed the girl looking right at her. Her eyes snapped back to the whiteboard ahead as a twinge of panic struck her. Why was that girl starting at her?! Two possibilities were plausible: Either the redhead caught her trying to sneak a peak, or she was distracted by the presence of a six and a half foot mouse sitting beside her.

Either way, Lydia wouldn't get to look at the girl again until the end of class, and what she had seen would simmer in her imagination whether she wanted it to or not. Thank the gods it was the first day, so not much learning would be going on. Her thoughts were caught up in how she could muster up the nerve to talk to this new girl, theoretical circumstances that merited the two talking, because there was no way she had the social wherewithal to be the first to initiate conversation. When the well of possible scenarios ran dry, her mind flashed with images of mice of red fur, or white with red hair. In that moment she felt the familiar twinge, and her knees slammed tight, panic in her eyes. She may have busted two nuts this morning, but going down that road of thinking would spell trouble for her. Instead of learning anything that period, the mantra 'Don't think about it' was repeated in her head.

Lydia would have liked to say she fared much better in English after that, but she subconsciously remained in her seat to watch the girl leave the classroom, and like a phantom leash, she rose from her seat to follow the length, eyes affixed to the mysterious girl's backside. This new sight, this prime fap material was etched into her mind like the others, and she desperately fought to push them aside. The more primal parts of her insisted it remain to better preserve in memory, and as a result, a mental tug-of-war was happening. All the while, the priming of her erection cycled over and over. She'd picture the redhead, the preambles or arousal stirred in her pants, she'd tense her body and push the lewd thoughts from her mind, rinse, repeat. It seemed she would have another class in which nothing was learned, and she simply had to cope with that.

Near the end of the class, she seemed to be getting control over her lust, and was calming down. She let out a sigh of relief and looked to the board. She couldn't follow the lecture from this point, and simply didn't try to. She was about to push her mind to less sultry topics, until she was struck with the sense she was being watched, or rather, stared at. Her eyes scanned from left to right, and as soon she noticed. It wasn't hard, as the student wasn't trying to hide it. Even still, Lydia felt a shiver run down her spine.

A rabbit of extremely dark grey, nearly black, was wide eyed and unblinking. She knew the girl, or rather, knew of her. Delphine, or was it Daphne? It was one or the other, for they were a set of identical twin sisters. Not only did they embrace the twin lifestyle, they reveled in it to an uncanny degree. Black hair with violet highlights, bangs in the front, long and straight in the back all paired with their gothic ensembles to give aid to their aims to be as eerie as possible. Even now, the rabbit looked like a porcelain doll with it's ever soulless gaze. Little much is known about the sisters, to Lydia anyways, as their creepy mannerisms were enough to deter friend or foe alike. To top it all off, they were known to have the capacity for mischief. Woe unto any fool who incurred their ire, as they would get their recompense in the most bizarre of fashions, and one may not even be certain they had a hand in such acts. Their reputation for trickery and deceit was known even to the school, who intentionally ensured the sisters had no classes together at the same time, if only to mitigate their ability to impersonate one another.

Of course the awkwardness of the stare-down pushed the meek mouse's gaze in any direction but the rabbits, and after a few agonizing seconds, her eyes would flicker back to see the goth, still unblinking, still unmoving. She couldn't even tell where exactly the twin was looking, which added to the paranoia that the rabbit may have noticed that certain something she shouldn't have. No, she was doing her damnedest to make sure that didn't happen. It had to simply be her height that caught the creepy girl's curiosity.

Even still, what did she want with her? Was a tall mouse really something that belonged in the realm of oddities that would fit that creepy persona of hers, like some spectacle in a dark carnival next to the man suspended by metal hooks pierced through his body? Or was it the twin was hatching an idea of how to enact a revenge for something Lydia didn't even realize she did!? Whatever it was, Lydia was sure nothing good could come from having the twin's sights set on her.

The bell rang, dismissing the class for lunch, and a mini stand-off was had between the two, with Lydia worried the slightest start to move would cause the catatonic looking bunny to lunge at her like some sort of horror she made herself to be. Fortunately she didn't have to make the first move as the unknown twin stood up, never turning her head away, still unblinking and only looked away when maintaining eye contact would require her head to rotate like that of an owl, and for a moment, Lydia suspected it just might.

Lunch was majorly uneventful, just as the mouse had hoped as she retreated to the library with Logan to eat. Normally there was no food or drink permitted in the library, much less talking, but the two students had known the librarian for their entire time at the school, and were in good enough graces, that a blind eye was turned to such acts in one of the sound proof study rooms within, provided they kept things clean of course. Logan still had to drink in her visage, the awe of her physical change not yet worn off. Aside from that, he was still her best friend, and conversation between them about nothing in particular was the same as it always was. "Nonversation" is what Logan referred to it as.

"How many mundane thoughts have you considered will be made trivial now that you are loftly?" Logan asked. Lydia chewed slowly to think of an answer, before shrugging, "I mean, it's already been the best to reach the cupboards above the kitchen counters. I still giggle every time I do so. Logan mulled over her answer, before proposing ideas of his own, "I suppose you'll come across other situations when you least expect them, like turning on a light in the basement which is hanging from the ceiling, or hailing taxis." "Who uses taxis anymore? Doesn't everyone use apps for that now?" "I'm just spouting ideas." "And I'm spouting crumbs as I try to talk and eat simultaneously." "Charming as ever I see." "You love it. That's why you hang out with me." "Humble too." "Shush, goober." A slight pause lingered, where Lydia certainly gave thought to what he asked. "Hugs." "Hm?" Logan cooed. "I don't hug a lot of people. Only person I've hugged since is my mother. It's the first time I haven't had my face stuffed into someone else's body, smudging my glasses, suffocating me. Instead, it was her head against me. It felt weird, but I loved it. Loved how I can give proper hugs, especially since I know what bad hugs feel like for shorter folk." Logan gave a sagely smile, provoking Lydia to drop her sincerity. "What're you looking at?!" "Just a mouse showing her true beauty in soul." "Lydia rolled her eyes and looked away, muttering, "...dork..."

Third period biology was the last class of the day, and feeling in much better spirits after lunch, Lydia walked chipperly down the hall. Or rather, it was chipper until she saw the twins, both of them this time, standing to the side as many others came and went down the hall, but of course, they were staring at her. Her smile fell as worry overtook her again. She looked back at them as she walked by, and the two kept on staring as their heads steadily turned to follow her. Lydia herself hadn't the good sense to keep facing forward as she walked, bumping into a rather perturbed raccoon.

Lydia did her best to forget about them, she enjoyed biology class. Not only was it her favorite and most adept subject, but she got along well with the teacher. "Hiya, Mr. Makunouchi!" Lydia beamed with a wave. At his desk in proper white button up and rolled up sleeves was the macaque, and biology teacher, Mamoru Makunouchi. His white fur blending into his hairline to resemble a mane, and slight mutton chops contrasting his red face, lent an impression of his age. Yet he wore it well with mild mannerisms, never wavered to temper by the rambunctious youth, nor wild in attitude. He was proper, in many regards, to etiquette. He looked up through a pair of sleek glasses, both lenses a semi circle with which a gold, wired frame cradled them. A soft smile pulled across his face as he turned his chair and set the spectacles on his desk.

"So, the rumors are true. My, my, I wasn't going to believe it until I saw it with my own eyes," her teacher said. A brief look of perplexity formed on Lydia's face as she asked, "Rumors?" "Why yes. A school yard is no stranger to rumors, both among students and staff. Word gets around quickly when a mouse is towering over any and all," he explained. Lydia wanted to feel nervous, having learned whispers of her were more abundant than she thought, but the half lidded, soft smile of Mr. Makunouchi certainly alleviated those worries on the spot. "Yeah, everyone is still baffled as to how and why. Don't suppose we will find an explanation in this years biology class will we?" Lydia shyly inquired. Mr. Makunouchi gave a light laugh, "No dear, I'm afraid not. The curriculum this year will focus much more on the macroscopic scales than the microscopic." "That works then, I'm not microscopic anymore!" Lydia beamed with a dorky smile and both fists on her hips proudly. The monkey scoffed and rolled his head, "I know that you know what 'microscopic' means. You excelled more so on those subjects than the rest, I recall. You know, I've had the prediction for a while now that you'll be going into genetics as a career path. Call it an old man's intuition." Lydia grew a bit bashful at the words.

"Gee, I haven't given a lot of thought into graduate schooling, especially now that my height provides me with more opportunities." "Indeed it does, and right you are. Give yourself time to see all the possibilities you can choose. Now, I'd love to keep chatting, but there's the bell, so please take your seat." As Lydia turned towards the class, her subconscious recognized 2 things before she herself noticed, the first being the neon accents among black that registered as one of the twins, and the other was the beautiful red hair of the new girl. The former still staring, statuesque, the latter flicking eyes to her once as she walked by, and that was that. Lydia savored her spot in the back of class as always, and now thankful the eerie goth couldn't, or rather wouldn't, turn to stare her down.

Lydia fared much better this period. Maybe it was the subtle worry of a being in the presence of a twin countering the fantasies of the redhead, maybe it was a genuine interest in class. She had to admit macrobiology was more difficult to follow than microbiology, but Mr. Makunouchi held her attention with the subtle enthusiasm he put into his lecture. Unlike other teachers who used the first day to recite a syllabus, Mr. Makunouchi was teaching right out of the gate. Before the mouse knew it, the last period of the day was done, and this time she was keen to flee to the bus, and then home. She was stopped by her teacher beforehand. "You know, Lydia, Jessie could use a cohort in the science club. I don't suppose I could persuade you to join?" Lydia's ears deflated as uncertainty dressed her expression. "Uhhh I don't think so. I've been getting physically active in the afternoon these days… That and Jessie is- well," Mr. Makunouchi gently put up a hand. "It's alright, I am aware. I was hoping to sway someone of more… caution… to work alongside her. She's been asking for access to the bunsen burners." A look of dismay washed over the both of them for but a brief moment at that statement. "But yes, of course, frolic! I imagine it must be like having a brand new body for you," he dismissed her. With a happy wave goodbye, Lydia left the room with a spring in her step "ACK!" until she remembered her instep.

On the bus ride home, Lydia could feel her penis ache with excitement. Her back pack was kept on her lap and in front of her groin until she exited the bus stop. She assumed eager anticipation had something to do with it. As if there was that second part of her she didn't feel entirely in control of, and it was aware of her new regiment to pacify it. A short speed walk later and she was about to round the corner to the front of her house, but she stopped, seeing a sun hat on the other side of the far fence. She didn't- couldn't see Mrs. Owens again, not this soon. Thankfully her home was on the street corner, so she could hop the fence line opposite of her neighbors house. Her home key worked both back door and front, and as she slipped into the back door, she wondered if Rebecca was waiting there for her.

She didn't have time to dwell on it. She felt the hem of her pants snap taut as it held the twitch of her beginning arousal. A graceless fumble of walking while removing pants had her bottomless by the time she reached her computer. As she sat down, she looked down at her dick, now upright and pulsating as if it were alive separate of Lydia, a pet in her lap, and she looked at it with the same face one would a pet as she mumbled to herself, "What am I going to do with you?"

For now, the answer was clear. Lydia was going to jerk it to pornography with enough force to lift her heavy nuts from her seat, but before she could begin, she had to add redheads to her search tags. Sadly it seemed finding smut of the two fetishes, redheads and breeding, together didn't yield results she wanted. She found a sexy Irish Setter, and put it in another tab, but really wanted a redheaded human. No luck, so instead she began her ritual of masturbation with the red furred canine, lithe and overly affectionate to her male counter part. No doubt there was a bit of puppy play involved with how she was grabbing into, nuzzling into, and barking out for the guy grunting dirty dialogue down at the dog, who eagerly responded in kind. Still, in it's own way, her submissive pleas to be bred certainly worked for the mouse who was using her own pre-cum to lube herself. With the video over though, she decided to revert into the recesses of her imagination.

No surprise she thought of the new girl in her very same attire today, only with seductive smile targeted towards her. Clothing was shed one article at a time in a sensual dance, and her mind was determined to best visualize the dimensions of her breasts, hips, and ass. Thoughts of her mound cycled from fully shaven, to various styles of groomed, as she could only wonder. In an instant, the girl was on her back, legs hooked by her own arms, folding herself for Lydia's use. She imagined the stretch around her, the squeeze her own hand was in reality performing. She briefly wondered if her breasts were freckled like her face, and without even knowing what her voice sounded like, heard her request to the mouse, "Breed me."

Lydia did not last long after that, having forgotten to flee to the bathroom to finish the act, she once more sullied her shirt. Lucidity returned, accompanied with self depreciation at her own mess. She reasoned she could find some of her mother's dirty work clothes and scrape together enough laundry to justify running the washing machine. With that underway, she returned to her bathroom to clean the morning's mess. Only now did she think; what if her mother had to come into her bathroom for something before work, while she was at school. Unlikely, but the possibility unnerved her as she got to work scrubbing dried semen from the surfaces. "Uhg, Gods, I really am no better than a horny teenage boy if I do this," she groaned to herself, pulling out cleaning products to thoroughly remove all her DNA.

Lydia let out a sigh as she fell backwards onto her bed. It felt like she hadn't slowed down all day! Yet, she couldn't let herself lay here for too long. She had the free trial week at the gym she was determined to attend. A quick snack and a fresh set of clothes, and the mouse was on her way down the road towards said gym.

It may not have been a brand name gym, but the place sure was large, and outfitted. To say it was overwhelming was an understatement. Two stories, the second of which could be seen from the atrium by its balcony, various sections categorizing and organizing exercise equipment, smaller rooms for classes to be held in, even an indoor aquatic area. Lydia honestly stood at the door awkwardly for so long the employee at the kiosk had to address her in order to snap her out of her stasis.

Bashful as ever, the mouse showed the advertisement from the mail sheepishly, having little social interaction on her own outside of school. The handsome young man was plenty polite, though it did little to ease the tense mouse as she answered all that he asked. ID, email address, phone number, emergency contact, waiver, signature and more. Lydia already felt weird enough giving all of this information out. She knew it was normal, it just felt alien to her. In a short time it was all said and done, and she had a plastic card key to scan as she came and went.

If Lydia thought that normal exchange was a chore, then up next was a challenge. The only reason she didn't pause in place again was because she didn't want to weird out the employee at the kiosk any more. So she meandered about, looking at so many options, none she really knew about. She didn't think this through. She didn't know the first thing about exercise! The only saving grace was that it was still before the evening on a weekday, so there were very few patrons to stare at her acting like the lost mouse she was.

She thought about going to the free weights, but there was one person there, and to Lydia, that was one too many. For a split second, she regretted not having swim wear to try the pool, but quickly remembered that would be a risk to her secret. She wandered through what felt like a jungle of exercise machines, each one feeling more indiscernible than the last. She knew she couldn't just keep on like this. She was here to exercise dammit! So she resigned herself to plop down at the closest machine.

And that she did, sitting on the black padded seat, looking at the pulley system and weights. She saw a mini instructional diagram. "Lat-down?" she read in confusion. Great, health and fitness was a foreign language it seemed. She took a deep breath as she reached both hands above her head to grab the bar attached to the cord woven through the pulleys, unaware of the concept of adjusting the weights. She gave a pull, but nothing happened, aside from her ass rising from the seat. The diagram didn't have that. She sat down, and pulled again, refusing to let her hind end leave the seat, but still the bar did not come down. With a frustrated grunt, Lydia yanked at the bar, and for the briefest of moments, she was happy to see the bar came down, but the slightest of slack came and went, the weight she yanked down going back up, and pulling the bar back up with her in tow, forcing out a panicked squeak!

Lydia dangled by the bar, wide-eyed and empty headed as too many emotions ranging from mortified to surprised filled her rattled head. "Uhhhhh kid?" a feminine voice asked. She didn't so much turn to face it, rather the bar rotated her to face them. Lydia stared at an arctic wolf as white in fur as she, and long, equally white, straight hair. Her arms were crossed, looking at the mouse with a raised brow. Lydia stared back at her like a deer in the headlights, mouth partly open as she broke the brief pause between them. "I have no idea what I'm doing!" She softly bellowed. The wolf blinked a few times before letting out, "Pffft what?" Looking ready to cry, and rotating away from the wolf against her will, Lydia sobbed, "I've never been to a gym and I have no idea what all this stuff is." The wolf uncrossed one arm to bring a fist to her own chin, contemplating the mouse's words (and to hide the smile cracking through her demeanor). "Well, I wasn't gonna say anything. Heck, I was gonna give you a wide berth when you came in. Figured you'd be fed up with people chatting you up with dumb openers like 'Wow, you're tall!', but then I saw all this happen," the wolf explained. Lydia had rotated back around to face her, still looking sad and pathetic, which only further strained the wolf trying not to laugh. With a sigh, she went on, "It wasn't in my day plan to take a not-so-pip squeak under my wing, but you've been here for all of two minutes and it's clear if no one does, you're gonna hurt yourself."

Losing amusement with the dangling rodent, the wolf started peeling the girl's fingers from the bar until she let loose and fell onto the seat with a squeak. Putting her hands on her hips, she asked her, "So, why are you here?" Looking up, and uncertain of the question, Lydia could only answer, "Uh, exercise..?" A dead pan expression fell on the wolf's face, yet she was sure the mouse answered sincerely. "Let's start with an easier question then. What's your name, kid?" "L-Lydia." "Lydia, why are you exercising now, and for what I assume is the first time in your life? Training for something? Doctors orders? Kick some guys ass?" Lydia put her hands between her knees, feeling bashful about it all. "Well, I only recently became tall and all, so I never got to try out this sorta stuff…" The lupine lady wore something akin to resting bitch face, "Hun, a mouse can use the gym same as anyone else. Height don't matter- Doesn't matter. Height doesn't matter. Dammit, now I'm starting to talk like him." "Huh? Like who?" "Not important, kid. Whats important is you stop thinking there is a height limit to good health." Lydia paused, feeling more embarrassed as her ears deflated, "It's not just that. I always felt too little. Not just height, but like, in person, in everything, and that I didn't belong, and- and if I tried to back then, I would do something like what I just did. I thought-" she felt a lump in her throat, I thought that it'd be different now." Tears were welling up in the corner of the mouse's eyes as her voice began to crack. The older woman began to panic, she was not prepared to deal with this. Kneeling down she put a hand around and on the back of Lydia's neck.

"Hey, hey, I get it now. You're here because of your self image. That's all I was trying to figure out. I ain't a therapist. I don't do all… this," she gestured with a twist of her wrist at the mouse having a breakdown. "I can't help with all of this, but if you can suck it all back up, I can help you with the gym stuff." Lydia gave a long sniffle, trying to literally suck it all back in as she wiped the tears away and nodded. "Okay," the woman sighed as she withdrew her hand from behind the mouse, putting it under an arm to coax the girl to stand up. Now side by side, the mouse was a full head taller than her. "U-um. Did you tell me your name?" the mouse asked. "Oh, guess not. Call me Anna."

Anna escorted Lydia away from the machines, lest she manage to hurt herself using one. "Ok then, just mimic me. We can get you familiar with the easy stuff before we put you near, well, all that stuff." The two of them were in a much more open corner of the gym, with rows of dumbbells resting on racks against the walls. "Free weights. The only thing less dangerous is yoga," Anna explained, to which Lydia replied, "Actually my doctor doesn't want me to overstretch. Says my joints might be compromised from growing too tall too fast." Another dead pan look came from Anna. Lydia was beginning to wonder if she had resting bitch face. "Anything else I ought to know? I'm not actually a personal fitness trainer." Lydia shook her head while Anna led them to the rack.

Anna grabbed a pair of 10lb weights and handed them to the mouse, before grabbing a pair of 15lb dumbbells for herself. Lydia blinked, holding the light weights. They didn't feel like much, and she was confused as to why Anna had heavier weights. "Uhm, these don't feel all that heavy," Lydia protested. "It's not the size that matters, kid, it's how you use it," the wolf rebutted, and Lydia caught the phrase that was repurposed to explain weights instead of dick. While she was mulling all of that over, Anna led them over to a row of benches spaced a fair distance apart, no bar racks attached.

"Alright, follow my lead," instructed Anna, who laid on one of the benches, arms outstretched and planar with her shoulders. She raised the dumbbells over head, and then back down. "Don't bend your elbows. That's the key to this exercise," she added. Lydia paused, not seeing this as a big deal, given the weight of the dumbbells, but did as she was told. As she extended her arms out, she felt her arms fall lower, pushing her chest up, and almost at the same time was lectured. "Don't let them go lower than your shoulders. Keep your back flat on the bench." Lydia began to raise her arms, instinctively bending them. "Arms straight!" came the command from the wolf, pulling the mouse's limbs out again with her voice alone. In the moment, the mouse held her breath as she tried to pull her fists together above her head. A hiss of that air near whistled as it blew past her front teeth. Gravity began to pull the weights down fast as she tried to return to the resting position, where Anna exclaimed, "Don't let them fall fast! You control them going up, and you control them going down.

Lydia could already feel her heart pumping, doubly so as anxieties came from the stern tone of the woman who guided her. The second rep felt significantly more difficult than the first, and her arms trembled in slowly lowering them back down. The third rep almost didn't happen, and her elbows bent a bit just to complete it. She didn't even lower the weights to her sides, placing them on her chest as she panted. Anna was going strong to ten reps with 15lbs, and she couldn't even do five with these weights. Sadness began to well up within her. She couldn't believe how weak she was, especially in comparison to this wolf. Anna was shorter than her and could outdo her so easily. Maybe she didn't deserve this body. Maybe it was a cruel joke of the universe to make her-

"Need lighter weights?" "H-huh?" "The weights. You need to step down the 5lbs? I thought you might." Lydia felt a sting from those words, an insult to injury, or so she thought. "Your arms are a lot longer, so it's gonna be a lot harder for you." "Harder?" "Yeah, don't you know anything about physics?" Anna asked, kneeling beside the mouse. She took Lydia's wrist and elbow in her hands, moving them. The muscle that's raising your hand here is your pectoral, which is all the way over here," she hovered two fingers above the mouse's breast, "while the weight is right here. It's a simple mechanic lever. The further the weight is from the acting force, the more force that is required. Same with weights, but you know that since, well, bigger weights makes things harder. My arms are noticeably shorter, so it isn't as difficult for me." Lydia stared in awe. The wolf didn't seem so scary right now, and the things she said made sense. "But, I can't even do it with 10lbs!" Lydia pouted. "Yes, you're new to this, and that arms length makes all the difference in how 5 lbs more strains you." Anna gently took the 10lb weights from the mouse and put them back on the rack, returning with 5 lb weights. "Here, now finish your set."

Lydia did as she was told. For the first three reps, it felt all too easy, but as she neared the end of the set of ten, she could feel the falter in her movements. "It only got a little hard at the end..," Lydia admitted. Anna nodded gently with a, "Mhm, that's why you do three sets of ten reps." Lydia's eyes widened at the concept. "I gotta do it again? Two more times?!" Anna's open palm caught her own face with an audible slap, incredulous at how naive the mouse was about fitness and exercise. "Yes, squeaker, that's what exercise is." Lydia felt her face blush with heat as she shyly mumbled, "Did I mention that I am new to this?" Fortunately Anna's hand slid down her muzzle to reveal a slight smirk. "Yes, you did, and you're slowing me down, so rest time is over. Second set, let's go!"

Lydia had at her last two sets with difficulty, but capability, and Anna was there, standing above her all the while. Whenever it seemed like her arms would falter, Anna's fingers were there, ever so gently supporting the mouse, aiding in her completion. It was like that for every exercise. Free weights and dumbbells while set upon a bench in one way or another, moving the weights in another foreign way, and each time a new muscle began to burn on the mouse. Time flew by, and Lydia ached. She was suffering the soreness so deeply, she hadn't noticed there was an influx of people steadily entering the gym. "Ach, looks like the work is letting out for the masses. Another hour and this place will be packed. That's why I come midday," Anna said. "Oh..," was all Lydia could think to say. "Same time tomorrow?" the wolf asked, and Lydia turned with a hint of disbelief in her expression. "Huh?" "You only have a week trial, gotta get your money's worth," Anna joked, extending a hand down to the mouse who was catching her breath. Lydia smiled up at her, taking her hand, which pulled her to her feet. With a simple wave, Anna walked away, towel around her neck. "See ya then, mouse." "See ya!" Lydia happily exclaimed. It was odd. She was used to "mouse" being used derogatorily, but when Anna said it, that wasn't the case, and it felt nice. It was at that moment Lydia caught herself staring at Anna's backside as it sauntered away.

Back at home, Lydia still had a strict schedule to adhere to. Fap number four of the day had to be dealt with before dinner, and while she had been burning through the same content online, she found solace in the fresh inspiration she had gained today. It felt awkward beating it in the bathroom, but was it any better than hurriedly running to it in order to blast her volumes? ...Yes, she quickly decided jerking it while on the toilet sucked, and moved back to her room to lay on her bed. One hand went up behind her head, elbow high in the air as she stroked her already erect member. Damn thing was more than ready to go these days. Her eyes closed to picture not just the redhead, but Anna, both on either side in front of her, on all fours. From there, her imagination got away from her. "Imagining both of us?" The redhead asked in a generic voice fitting a girl of her demeanor, as she had yet to hear the teen speak. "She really is helpless," Anna would add with just of hint of condescension.

"Oh, be nice, she can't help it. Look how demanding that thing is!" the redhead would chirp, placing an open palm on one side of her length. "Just makes me think she's desperate. Can't control yourself, can you, squeaker?" Anna retorts, placing her open palm on the other side of her length. Lydia felt how hard she throbbed, thinking of the wolf calling her that. Then, the fingers curled around her length and intertwined with each other to begin gently stroking her. "Gracious! It's throbbing awfully hard!" her classmate said with glee. "Mhm, bet she wants to use it on us, don't you, you pervy little mouse." The two moved their hands in unison, slowly stroking her, both with their own unique expression to the act. It was a good cop and bad cop sort of thing between them. The human; cute, bubbly, praising, and the wolf; cocky, teasing, domineering.

Things would only descend deeper into debauchery from there. Her peer suckling, licking while Anna playfully belittles her for not being in total control of her lust, then they swap, and her classmate coos cute things she finds endearing about the mouse's over-sized member. Lydia does well to envision how rough Anna's lupine tongue is, and how smooth the redhead's furless cheek is. Outside of her imagination, she doesn't even realize how loud her long, drawn out moaning was. Her imagination jumped scene to the redhead on all fours, speared on her length, and throwing herself back into the mouse's pelvis. "You want to fuck me next? Want to breed me? You aren't even out of high school! Neither is she. You really have no shame. You'd knock up any fertile woman, wouldn't you? How would you take responsibility if you knocked one of us up, hm? Children aren't cheap you know." Anna went on a tirade while the redhead moaned away, bouncing back on that glorious dick. "Mmmmph, be nice Anna, this is her fantasy, don't ruin it." her classmate would defend. Ok, this was getting a bit meta for her fantasy. She had to put it back on track. Flash forward and the human was on her back, chest heaving up and down as her legs lay open, her pussy oozing, and not closing to the same slender slit it once was. Anna bounced on the mouse's lap, that same sports bra she had on in the gym keeping her bust from bouncing as much. "Gonna do that to me too? Go on, squeaker, show me what you got!" Lydia took charge in her fantasy and took Anna by the wrists, sitting up right and putting the wolf on her back. Her thrusts became rapid, sending the wolf cross-eyed before another torrent of seed was pulled from the mouse.

A final fast forward in fantasy and they were both on their knees in front of her again. This time though, they are both cradling impressively large bellies. "She gave me more mice," her classmate says matter-of-factly. "You wish. I am much more fertile. I can feel so many kids kicking inside," the wolf retorted as little bumps from life within misshaped the curvature of their bellies for but a brief moment now and again. That had done it. Lydia snapped out of her little day dream, holding the last image of it in her mind as she ran to the bathroom to deposit her load into the toilet. Once again, the water splashed loudly with the sheer force in which her seed flew from her body, and the weight of it splashing in as she straddled the seat, shuddering. "Jeez, good thing indoor plumbing can't get pregnant," she huffed to herself, moving her hair back behind her ears. She contemplated not flushing, as she'd have one more deposit today. 'Or…, I could try and not fap a fifth time, and maybe just have an extra hard first orgasm tomorrow morning! Yeah, and it'll be easier and quicker to cum the first time too!' she thought to herself, flushing and washing her hands before moving to the kitchen.

Lydia recalled how Anna told her to have protein at the end of the day if she did muscle workouts, but she still wasn't ready to cook meats confidently. That alone reminded her to take out her phone and add whey powder to a list of things she'd ask from her mother next time she goes shopping. For now, it was something, well, incredibly basic. Was an entire box of mac and cheese considered a healthy dinner? Not at all, but did boiling broccoli in the water before hand to add to the mac n' cheese make it better? Yes, a bit. She figured she could save leftovers to go with her leafy lunch tomorrow. For now, she had to hydrate, and hydrate she did, knocking back ounce after fluid ounce of water.

The mouse wound down her evening in front of her computer, watching twitch streams and munching mac n' cheese. She noticed 'Chai T' was streaming, and chose that. Lydia didn't watch too many female streamers. Too many of them were not good at the games, and mostly flashing deep cleavage and suggestive talk to get donations. The ones that were good at gaming just didn't play games she was interested in, but Chai T was cute, not flaunting it, and rather skilled at Eldar Rune. In the top corner of the screen would be the perky panda on cam, not showing any cleavage, but the shirt she had on certainly stretched over her assets. Lydia wouldn't know that exact struggle. It wasn't her bust that rapidly grew with the rest of her. She didn't mind however. Her chest developed enough to where she wouldn't be mistaken for a guy, but not so much that jogging would come with setbacks.

Now carbo-loaded, she packed a tupperware of what was left over in her lunchbox in the fridge, lest her mother come home and assume it was free game. All that was left was to shower, and kill a few more hours before she went to sleep, which was achieved through scrolling and sending memes, or watching more cooking videos online. She was worried she wouldn't have this sort of free time when homework began becoming regular into the school year, alongside her other time consuming activity, so she tried to savor it. Even still, as she laid down for the night, her heavy appendage pulsed in no uncertain way that it was displeased with the lack of a fifth bout in the last seventeen hours.

Fortunately it didn't seem like skipping round five deprived her of much sleep, but upon waking up, her morning wood most likely wasn't nocturnal penile tumescence. At least it also meant the morning wanks would be easier to conduct, being eager for release. She didn't feel too picky about what videos to partake as she did so, but was still too groggy to use her imagination. Still, pent up as she was, the two orgasms of the morning came faster than yesterday, and much tidier too. She was feeling confident in, well, everything! That she could keep her libido under control, that the school year would be great, and that the future was looking bright!

Another jog to the bus stop and she still couldn't believe how fast she was getting there. She was beginning to imagine how much more time she could save in everyday life if walking was this significantly shorter of a commute everywhere. Well, her time consuming issue may balance that out, if she thought about it. Lydia told Logan all about her experience at the gym in the time before the first class of the day, and he essentially nodded along as if everything she thought was amazing, he saw as common knowledge.

"Sounds fortuitous someone was there to save you from yourself," Logan teased. Lydia wrinkled her nose at him, "I don't see you gunning for the presidential fitness award!" "Maybe not, but I still have a basic understanding of anatomy, and in the case of your anecdote, physics. Don't you have P.E. this morning? Not gonna be too sore to endure?" "I shouldn't, unless I have to use monkey bars. It's funny, for the first time in my life I am excited for P.E." "I commend your enthusiasm, but am glad I got my two required years of it done at the beginning of high school, and got it out of the way. Now I can enjoy my final year here with an elective more suited to my passions." Lydia crossed her arms and raised a brow, "Pottery is a passion?" "Art! I've already tried my hand at the brush, but to create something in three dimensions, to tackle a new aspect, and element. I can hardly wait to sink my fingers into the cold, malleable clay!" "...I sure am lucky to have you as a friend. You're even dorkier than me! Makes me look less dorky by comparison." "Sounds like I keep you sophisticated enough that you don't fall victim to the boorish call of your new height. Lift a few more weights, drink a few more protein shakes and soon I'll need to learn to speak unga-bunga dialect of caveman speech." Once more Lydia wrinkled her nose at him, much more intensely this time as she had no retort.

With the sounding of the bell, they parted ways. "See ya in 2nd period!" Logan signaled as he walked away. "Free period! Let's gooooo!" Lydia shouted back as she walked backwards towards the gym.

At the end of the campus resided the gymnasium, and subsequently, the locker rooms. Last year, Lydia was having a panic attack on how to change into gym attire while still hiding her condition. It was why she pushed gym off until the last two years. She had protested her plight to her mother, desperate for an excuse to get out of the class, but her mother had no solution either. A doctors note would be too suspicious, and the classes were mandatory to graduate, so she didn't have time amidst her long work hours to appeal with the school to find a reason for her to be exempt.

So imagine the mouse's relief when she learned last year that a portion of the showers had been refitted as toilets years prior, leaving the side walls without openings near the floor, only the stall door. With only one potential direction for someone to spot her, it was fairly secure. As Lydia passed through the door, echoes of countless conversations bounced off the tiled walls. It was almost jarring how much noise was coming from every direction, but she didn't slow down. She went straight for one of the stalls in the back, not only due to a need to quickly change, but so she didn't let her eyes wander to the undressing peers. Of course, her eyes caught a few as she walked, but once behind the stall door, she let out a sigh of relief. That wasn't so hard! Granted, blasting rope twice beforehand made it easier.

It certainly was trickier changing clothes in the stall this year than it was last year. Limbs being longer made it considerably more cramped to move around. More than a few elbows bumped the walls, and would sting for a bit, and her head could see over the top of the stall door, which she felt defeated the purpose of the door, but they weren't designed with people over six feet in mind.

With some one footed hopping to slide legs into pants, and hair pulled back into a pony tail, the mouse reemerged to put her belongings in her school preassigned locker. "Oh my gods, did she just go into the bathroom to change?" Lydia's heart sunk as she heard the words break through the cacophony of other voices. She closed her locker fast, and whipped around to see not just one, not two, but all five of the felines she feared. It felt as though her cloud nine demeanor was quickly fading as she pressed her back to the locker.

"Can you blame her? I'd want to hide my body if I were that hideous too," came the words from Alexis in a faux nonchalance. "Makes sense, I'm sure she feels most comfortable alone in a stall. It's where she spends most her time, sobbing and what not," Surry followed up while checking her nails. In contrast to Lydia's more conservative attire of long, black runners pants and plain white tee, the felines all sported shorts of varying colors that all pushed the limits of the dress code. "What do you want, Surry? I… I told you I'm not going to do your work anymore," Lydia said with what little bravado she could muster up.

"And I already told you that you were going to regret that. That I had an entire Summer to think of how to make your life more hell than simply being a fucking rat already makes it! That you would have a long school year ahead, if you even make it to graduation." What was that supposed to mean?! Was she- was she threatening to kill her?! That clearly seemed extreme, but then again she never defied the cats. "I'm a mouse..," Lydia mumbled in protest, but almost as quickly as she said it, Surry spat out, "You're a fucking mistake is what you are! My great granddad probably owned your great granddad, and if it wasn't for all the shit squeaking your kind did to make the rest of the world pity you, I wouldn't have to be in the same school as you, let alone the same fucking room!" "I don't even think they'd go to schools. Not a lot of chalkboards in the sewers back then," Alexis added. The venomous verbal abuse would have continued, were it not for Holi, who had her back turned to it all interrupting. "Hey, teacher's coming out of the office." True to her word, a moose of a woman in a red polo rounded a door and had her sights on their group. She no doubt saw the five cornering the mouse through the blinds of a window that overlooked the locker room from the teacher's office, and knew something was amiss. Felines surrounding a mouse was already a red flag, and Lydia's face reinforced the suspicion. "Hey! Kittens! Class starts out on the track, Get moving!" The moose teacher ordered.

The felines all exchanged looks, before Alexis hissed a final warning in hushed tones, "Lot of teens out and about during P.E. Only so many teachers to watch us all. Better watch your back." "Double-time it, girls!" The teacher demanded in harsher tone. After the cats had all exited the locker room, she waved her clipboard with more words, "Only half-time for you, long legs, let's go!" Her tone didn't seem as irked with her, rather it sounded fed up with the attitudes of the students she was obligated to oversee.

P.E. would always start with three laps around the outdoor track, greeting whichever teacher a student was assigned under to secure attendance, before hitting the pavement. Still jittery from the recent altercation, Lydia took a breath as she stepped onto the track where dozens upon dozens of students were already moving around it at varying paces. She bounced in place for a bit before she started with just a casual walk.

The trees at the edge of the campus were a dark green, lush with life, and holding the scent of dew and rich soil beneath their leaves, which blew in the cool morning air. It put the mouse at ease as she rounded near them, and her gaze went to the distance, at nothing in particular. This was… nice. Her nerdy life, while still deeply a part of her personality, was seemingly her only option when she was a social outcast. This opposition of athleticism though, now that she could fully savor it, she could see the appeal. Perhaps the grass was just greener, but she could see this being a new part of her life, her identity.

Sadly this moment of reflection couldn't last for Lydia. From behind, she felt a force shove her to the ground before she could finish her current thought. Hands went out on reflex to lessen the blow as Keiko and Alexis skirted by. "So fucking tall your heads stuck in the clouds, rat?" Alexis sneered as she jogged backwards for a bit to mock the mouse. No harm was ultimately done, but a fire of defiance was rising within. Back on her feet, Lydia began to pick up the pace, breaking into a brisk jog.

She was rounding the halfway point of lap two when she saw the backside of most of the felines she had to be on guard around, but was moving past them. That very act offended Alexis, finding it incredulous that a mouse would try to surpass her in any regard. As she began to run, Keiko sighed, and followed suit. This time, Lydia could hear footfalls coming in close proximity from behind, and near leapt to the side to dodge another collision. Just then, a spark ignited an anger within her, but she had never felt anger in this way. It wasn't like the rage she felt when she crawled into bed after a miserable day at school. It was more spiteful. She felt her snout pull her scowl into a snarl as her machinations sped up. Arms swung back and forth with harsh force as she broke into a sprint, but still it wasn't enough, not for what she was feeling. She had to move her feet forward quicker, had to push off the ground harder, and with each willful exertion, the wind hissed in her ears a little louder as they bent backwards. Alexis would see the mouse zip past, then feel her tail wind blow her hair a moment later, as did Keiko. The look on the Siamese's face would have been one to savor if Lydia was focused on that, but she was hyper fixated. She was going to sprint, and sprint, and sprint until the very end, leaving a brief gust to reinforce the surprise of those left on the track, while those finished running sat on the bleachers, noting the lithe mouse moving at unbelievable speeds. Holi, Surry, and Mika would eventually be lapped too, with varying reactions at her gale of passing.

It took a few harsh plants of her feet to come to a halt as she zipped by the teacher at the end, and when she did, she hunched over, hands on her knees. Her lungs felt constricted by her ribs as she only wanted to suck in more air. "Clements!" came a voice, and she looked behind her. A lithe male lemur in red/gold school colors jogged towards her, a dazzled look in his eyes. "Where have you been hiding all these years?!" he asked, incredulously. "Huh?" was all the mouse could push out along with a heavy exhale. "You just did a 400 meter sprint in just under a minute!" "That's… good?" she asked between panting breaths. "Good?! The women's world record for 400 meter dash is 47.6 seconds! For a rookie, under one minute is incredible!" The lemur bellowed, waving his clipboard about. Lydia was coming down from- well, all the emotions she was feeling in the last minute, and now bashfulness was taking hold once more. "Oh, uh… thank you..?" "Thank nothing! You gotta join the track and field team this year! Y- You should have joined last year, and the year prior! Are you a new student? Where have you been?!" Lydia grew more embarrassed as the loud, emoting coach made many eyes fall on her. "I was… shorter last year." The coach stared at her, perplexed by her answer. "What? What does being shorter- how short?" he asked. "Ummmmm… four foot four?" The answer bounced around in the coach's eyes like a screen savor icon as he processed the before and after heights of the girl before him. Shaking his head, and snapping out of his boggled trance, he pressed on,

"Whatever! The point is, you're here now, and with speeds like that, you could go to state. Hell with proper training, you could reach nationals!" Lydia began to sink into her shoulders. She wanted to look into more athletic academic activities, but this was happening so fast. The strong approach of the coach didn't help her meek persona either. "I- I'll think about it." "Basketball, volleyball, anything!" the lemur beseeched, but the mouse simply repeated herself as she slinked towards the bleachers, and hopefully out of the spotlight. A few more heads followed Lydia as she walked past to sit at the back of the bleachers, ready to pull her ears over her eyes by this point. The opposing emotions of wanting to be accepted, and not wanting to even be noticed seemed a new and difficult struggle for the mouse.

The last handful of students finished their laps, including the preppy felines all glowering at Lydia in varying levels of contempt. Surry and Alexis were fuming. Keiko wore a glare, but then again, she always looked like that. Holi had her gaze cast to the ground, and Mika seemed aloof. Lydia was all too aware of them, and pulled her knees closer into herself as her burning emotions had all subsided. At this point in the class, Students could divvy to three different areas for the remainder of the time: The weightlifting room, the outdoor field, and the gymnasium. Hardly any women went to the weights room, and given her arms soreness from yesterday, she wasn't inclined to go there, even if it was a guarantee separation from the cats. She decided it best to sit and wait to see where the felines went first, and assumed correctly when they went to the gym. They were most likely in P.E. for the mandatory credits, much like herself, and were looking to do as little as possible, like sit on the bleachers inside.

That left the mouse to remain outside, and she did so uneventfully, jogging the track around the field where the rest played soccer until the end of the period. She made a point of getting into the locker room first, where she sprayed a fur cleaning aerosol spray, and changed back into her casual attire for study hall. Normally study hall was a free period for those with good grades to work on homework so it wouldn't interfere with after school activities. If the teachers really liked you, you could even go to different classrooms to work on personal projects for school clubs and the like. Since it was only the second day, there wasn't much of either of those to be done, leaving Lydia and Logan to sit absentmindedly for an entire period. Or rather, it left Lydia sitting absent-mindedly for an entire period. Logan, on the other hand, came prepared with a book, ever the engaged in one thing or another.

"Uhhhg. Logan, I'm so hungry. You think the teacher will be mad if I eat my salad right now?" Lydia bemoaned. "Probably. You know thats one rule they don't seem to bend, except the librarian, and we had to charm her for two years," he answered, not peeling his eyes from his book. Lydia groaned as she folded over, head falling to the desk, and doing so with a particularly loud thump that distracted a few other students from their going ons. "Ow," she monotone-ly spoke. "The desk didn't use to be that far from my head when I did this," she added, which succeeded in breaking Logan's focus on his book. "Still in the adjustment period, are we?" Logan asked. "Asking about about my period now?" Lydia shot back with the edges of an impish smile coming from the sides of her planted face. Logan scoffed, "Crude as ever." "Prude as ever." "Touché ." Lydia giggled, sitting back upright. She seldom won their immature back-n-forths.

Before she could add more, her stomach audibly growled with enough ferocity to be heard by Logan. A silent look was shared between them. "I'm not used to exercising this much. I used a lot of energy jogging the track all first period," Lydia stated in her defense. Her stomach growled intermittently throughout the study hall, to the point that even Logan had difficulty concentrating on his book. When the bell rang for lunch, Lydia practically sprinted to the library, and before Logan could even catch up, she was shoveling leftover mac n' cheese into her mouth.

After a lunch period of nonversation, the final period, History, was underway, a class Lydia was not keen on attending. "Mrs. Clements..," A feminine voice, stoic with a hint of contempt spoke out. A dalmatian in a formal dress suit, and the epitome of resting bitch face looked over at the mouse from her desk, arms crossed. "Hello, Mrs. Pjegav," Lydia greeted less than enthusiastically. Lydia had Mrs. Pjegav for history class three years in a row now, and was not fond of it, to say the least. The canine just seemed to have it out for her in particular, and she didn't know why. She had spent the last three years adding her to the number of people she tried to stay out of sight of, and was now realizing she wouldn't be able to easily avoid anymore.

"Seems the rumors were true," the woman added, seemingly glaring from behind narrow, rectangular eyeglasses, but Lydia had to remind herself that's just how her teacher looked. The mouse nodded, casting her gaze down to the floor. "Hm. Let's hope you can see the front board better with your new vantage point. I assume you'll be slinking to the back of my classroom again?" Lydia said nothing, keeping her head low, and walking exactly to the mentioned place in the back of the classroom. The only other thing of note in the classroom was the redheaded girl from yesterday was also in the classroom, albeit a few rows up and to the right.

Upon coming home, Lydia noted she did not feel as stellar as when she had left that morning, and then promptly concluded a good fap would better her mood, but first, food. She didn't really want to cook until dinner time, so a mix of granola, Greek yogurt, banana, and strawberries would hold her over until then. Lydia was still surprised by how much food she had been eating these days, but not growing any heavier. Not that she was complaining. She like her slim physique. A bowl of faux parfait, or "parfaux" as she giggled to herself, and another fap session, and the mouse was donning long running pants and a white tee again before running out the back door for the gym, still nervous about encountering her neighbor from the front.

Passing the threshold of the gym doors, Lydia looked through the jungle of weight lifting gear in search of the arctic wolf that had reached out to her yesterday. She looked like a lost child, anxious she had been forgotten "Hey mouse!" Anna called out casually as she came out of the woman's locker room. Lydia paused her greeting in return as her attention was monetarily captivated by the wolf sauntering out in a two piece matching gym attire of black, form fitting shorts and top, leaving her midriff exposed. 'Girl abs..,' Lydia thought to herself. "Uhhhh, mouse?" Anna asked. "S-sorry! You're just… really pretty," Lydia confessed. Anna scoffed with a hand on her hip, "You're plenty pretty yourself, hun. Stop fretting, we're here to help you feel as pretty as you are." Lydia blushed bashfully, but was thankful it went over Anna's head that she had flirted with the wolf.

Following Anna, the two were once again near the free weights, however this time the weights were considerably larger, albeit disc shaped. "Wait- the barbell? I thought you said we'd avoid the dangerous stuff," Lydia asked. "Yeah, but then I figured, if you only got a week, it's best to teach you anything I can. Can't have you going to a gym all by yourself and hurting yourself 'cause you don't know what you're doing," Anna elaborated. Lydia wanted to contest such a statement, but even she knew how apt it was, so all she could do was wrinkle her nose in a pout.

"Y'know, I'll take bratty pouting over yesterdays sad moping. Now lay down on the bench here," instructed the wolf. Lydia sat at one edge of the bench and laid down, bonking her head on the bar on the way down. "Ow!" She rubbed her head as she contorted her torso to get underneath the bar. Anna pinched the bridge of her nose, "This does not bode confidence. Please don't die under my supervision." Lydia gave a nervous laugh, opening one eye as she settled in, and all she saw was a cross section of steel, and a wolf body eclipsing a ceiling light.

"Alright. This is a bar. Still with me?" Anna teased, drawing pursed lips from the mouse. "The standard weight for these things is 45lbs. Go to any gym and 99.9% of the time that's how much they weigh with no weights on them." "Why 45? That's a weird number." "I don't know. I didn't invent the barbell! Now no distractions. Grab hold of the bar." Lydia did just that, and was about to lift it, but Anna's hand and weight came down on it. "Just grab, don't lift," she ordered. The older woman moved her hand atop Lydia's, finger and thumb encircling her wrists, "Wrists cant be extended. They gotta be flush with the forearm. Where you grab on the bar is essentially wherever is most comfortable, but you can't have your wrist bent all out of whack." Lydia said, nothing, but slid her arms further out on the bar. "Good. When you bring the bar down, it don't matter where your elbows go, as long as your wrists don't bend… I said don't instead of doesn't again, didn't I?" Lydia silently nodded. "Dammit!" cussed the wolf, "Forget it, just, go ahead and bench the bar ten times." Lydia did just that, feeling like she almost threw the bar when she lifted it from the rack. It was almost the same letting it down. The weight felt so little that she didn't bother going slow and bracing it. Her movements became fast and sloppy.

"Slow down! Sheesh!" barked Anna, and Lydia replied, "But it's just that light. It's nowhere near as hard as the dumbbells yesterday." "I know, we're getting you practice on your form. Weights come later." Lydia complied, moving the bar nice and slow while Anna gently took hold of different parts of her arms to make sure she wasn't doing anything that could result in injury down the line.

After a few reps, and feeling the mouse looked competent enough, Anna spoke, "Ok, now let's throw on some weights." She took a 10lb disc in each hand and slid them on each end. "65lbs. Let's go!" Lydia did as such, noting the extra twenty pounds made a considerable difference, but nothing she had trouble doing ten reps of.

"There you go, kid. Now you rest a bit while I have a go at it. Don't bench press in my regular routine, so I may be a bit weak," Anna proclaimed as she made it a point to protect Lydia's head as she sat up. The wolf took the place of the mouse, who stood there, unsure of what to do. As Lydia expected, Anna didn't have any issues with the weight, and made quick work of it. "Glad to see I haven't gone soft in this regard. It's been years since I've touched a bench," she said with a smile. Swapping places again, Anna then added a 5lb disc to each side. "Ok, 75, let's see it!" Lydia hesitated, "Um, maybe we can try 95 instead?" The wolf shook her head adamantly, "Don't get cocky. You're starting out. Let's just gauge your strength." Lydia accepted and began to press the new weight. She didn't want to admit it, but there certainly was a struggle to these reps. Hisses of air came from her as she pushed out the final few reps, letting the bar set in the rack with a clank.

Anna had been standing behind her head, eclipsing the light again, hands on her hips and smiling down, "Atta girl!" Instead of immediately switching places with the mouse, Anna removed both the 5lb discs, and replaced them with another pair of 10lb discs for a total of 85lb. "What happened to not getting cocky?" Lydia asked with a little smirk. "I am not cocky. I can gauge my limits after that first set, unlike you, who has never touched weights in her life before yesterday," Anna shot back. Lydia became a bit flustered, "Hey! I've touched weights before… sometime in my life… I'm sure of it…" None too convinced, Anna reflected that small smirk back at the mouse as she began her second set, and completed it without issue.

Lydia noted that Anna didn't change the weights when she was done, intending for her to perform her final rep with 85lbs. She wanted to prove the woman wrong, that she wasn't so feeble, but even she knew her previous set was a bit of a strain. So she relented and began, noting immediately how she was struggling when the bar came down the first time. Five reps in and she was worried the bar wouldn't come up off her chest. Air hissed from her lips as she strained, when Anna put two fingers under the bar and lifted, giving just enough oomph to raise the bar entirely up. Lydia was panting, arms wobbly, but heard Anna speak in a serious tone. "Keep going. I'm right here for ya." Hesitating for only a moment, the bar went back down, faster than she would have liked. Each time she tried to get it off of her chest, Anna gave just enough oomph for the mouse to raise it all the way up.

The last rep felt insurmountable, and a few fingers under the bar didn't seem enough. "Cmon, Lydia, push it!" Anna cheered. The mouse squeaked and grunted, eye clenched shut. Her feet pushed off the floor, sending her pelvis up in all of her strain. It was that very movement that made her endowments shift within her pants, and shift in a manner none too subtle for Anna to notice. The wolf's brow furrowed, perplexed as her thoughts processed doubt. "Hnnng! I can't! I can't!" Lydia forfeited, and her words reached Anna's ears, and her eyes went down the to pinned mouse.

A second pair of hands helped to hoist the bar back into place and Lydia sat up, ears flicking off of the bar as she panted. "Ya did good, kid," Anna assured her, but Lydia just shook her head, while she sucked in air. "Not even… not even 100lb," lamented Lydia. "Hey," Anna knelt down next to her, "I told ya, don't get cocky. Not just so you don't hurt yourself physically, but so you don't hurt yourself emotionally, like this. You got a long road, sure, but you're young. Take in protein after exerting muscles like ya just did, and you'll break 100lb before thanksgiving, I know it." Lydia only nodded as she leaned on her knees.

"Besides, the way I was helping you? That's normal in bench pressing," Anna explained. "The second person is called a spotter. Keeps the one lifting the bar from crushing themselves, while giving just a tiny bit of help so the lifter gets the best workout, and that's what you're gonna do for me this time." "Huh?!" was all Lydia could say. "That's right. I'm trusting ya, kid. Don't let me die under this thing," Anna said with a fair bit of jest in her tone. Teaching Lydia to be a spotter at the bench was in her plan to begin with, but now she had another idea in mind. She wanted to be between the mouse's legs, to look directly up and confirm her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. That movement seemed too authentic to be mind games. She only put a total of 95lbs on the bar, part to spare the mouse any more self pity, and so she could focus more on what she wanted to.

"Ok, if you see the bar stop going up, just put two fingers under the middle of the bar, and lift just enough for it to start going up, got it?" Anna instructed, and the nodding of a head and ears flapping far above her told her what she needed to know as she began benching. Feigning a bit of struggle was easy enough, but Anna was worried the mouse may notice where her eyes were looking. Fortunately she didn't need to look too long to confirm her suspicions. The end of it was far closer to her head than she initially expected. Her eyes widened, but she pushed out a grunt to make it seem like it was just her straining. Sure, the mouse wore baggy pants, but Anna was experienced enough to know the difference between long wrinkles in a pant leg, and a dick print. Anna stopped lifting the bar midway, making Lydia lift just a bit with her fingers while she herself could really appraise that bulge.

When the set was done, Anna sat up like nothing was out of the ordinary. She turned to meet the teen's gaze with a perfect poker face. She didn't know what to do with this information, but she was certainly curious. Even still, for now she offered to help this… girl? She wondered…

The remainder of their time that afternoon was spent teaching Lydia various exercises with a barbell from squats to dead lifts. Anna noticed Lydia staring at her ass when she was squatting, which only added more questions to her curiosity. Amidst the workout, she had to ask, "So, senior in high school yeah? How the other kids take to a tall mouse looking down on them?" "I'm not looking down them! Not metaphorically anyways. I thought I'd be excited about no longer being small and ignored, but now I get all these looks, and I kinda wanna not be seen again." "You gotta not give a crap what others think. It's part of why you're so insecure now. Soon you'll be eighteen, graduated, an adult, and your own independent woman." "I'm already eighteen. You have to be an adult to sign up for the gym, even a free week trial." "Oh, I guess so." Anna grinned to herself. She wanted to make extra certain of Lydia's age, and now that she knew, she was getting more ideas.

At the end of their session, before they parted ways, Anna had one more thing to ask, "Oh yeah, any chance you can make it here an hour early Thursday? I got a thing I need to do, so I gotta hit the gym early." "Um… yeah, I guess I can," Lydia answered before she really gave it thought, but she knew she'd have to change up her after school 'activities' to make it work. "Great, wanted to give you an extra days heads up on that. See you tomorrow, mouse." "See ya!" Walking to the locker room to change, Anna smiled to herself. She didn't know how to fill an entire week of impromptu exercise education, but Thursday could at least be very hands on.

The remainder of the day was uneventful, as was the day after. Now knowing which each class entailed, the remainder of the school year would be monotonous for the most part. Lydia would wake up, tackle her lust, go to school, avoid the felines as best she could, try not to fantasize about the redhead, come home, another fap, and go to the gym. Anna gave a brief explanation of workout machines, as many are identical in use. Pull pin out of weight, place it in other weight, read the diagram on the side. After that five minute crash course, a day on yoga mats, learning various core workouts and stretches gave the mouse an achy stomach, but felt as if a world of info had been given to her. Even that night was spent poking her tummy with dorky amusement at the soreness.

Thursday was much like Tuesday- well, except Lydia learned the hard way about the use of public restrooms. She never stood as she did her business, of course that would raise suspicions, but sitting down this time, the tip touched the bowl, and a feeling of uncleanliness consumed her. She spent a fair amount of time at the sink of the handicapped stall, lathering the feeling away, while simultaneously fighting her phallus that mistook the handling as time for a mid day wank.

Embarrassing anecdote aside, maybe she should've tried to sneak a quickie in. Seeing how she needed to go straight from school to the gym, only stopping home to change, her cumbersome cock would be none too happy to skip her third fap of the day. Well, she exercised to stave off the lust before, she could do it again, at least until she got home.

Standing at the entrance of the gym once more, Lydia looked for the wolf with no luck. A few minutes went by when she got a text. It was from Anna. The wolf recommended they exchange numbers in case she had to cancel. Little did Lydia know, that too was a ploy. [You here yet?] read the text. [Yeah] the mouse replied. A few seconds later and another text, [Can you come in the locker room? I need a hand with something.] Lydia blinked, perplexed, but didn't reply. Her feet began moving towards the locker room while her mind pondered what sort of issue a confident, capable woman like Anna could have, in a locker room, that she could help with.

The door to the locker room was heavy, surprisingly so. Why were some doors this heavy anyways? Her mind lingered to that. The door didn't even close fast once opened, only befuddling the mouse's derailed train of thought more. It was only after she could see most all of the locker room did she refocus on the task at hand. The locker room was empty, deathly so. As the slow closing door finally swung back in place, the sound of the gym outside was nearly muted. "Anna?" Lydia called out, not too loud as it felt her voice would echo easily. There was no answer. Lydia grew uneasy as she moved to the back, where bathrooms, showers and a second room of lockers lingered. "Are you okay? I'm… starting to get worried."

"Huh, I didn't think you'd actually show," the familiar, deep feminine voice came from behind Lydia, causing her to jump, and tail to lash as she spun around. "Why wouldn't I?" Lydia asked, confused. The silence of the room, the isolation with a woman she was only now realizing she didn't know all that well, and said woman being between her and the exit. Her thoughts didn't weigh all of these directly, but the facts were present in the recesses of her mind, a defense mechanism to sense danger.

Anna didn't answer right away, she was gauging Lydia's question. The mouse sounded sincere. "You really had me fooled until I found out Tuesday. Heck, even yesterday I forgot while we were hanging out." "W-what?" quivered Lydia. She couldn't have known. How could the wolf know? "What are you talking about?" she added. Anna leaned against the side of the lockers, a pair of benches between her and the mouse. "Relax, mouse, I ain't gonna call the staff to tell them you came in here. Still, you coulda told me you were in transition." "Transition? What?" the mouse was still puzzled. Anna sighed, and stated bluntly, "Your dick, hun. If you don't wear underwear under those pants, that thing swings around. Hell, it was practically in my face Tuesday when you were spotting for me at the bench."

Heat didn't just rise to Lydia's face, it practically effused from her head with enough force to blow her hair up. Her glasses began to steam in the corners near the upper bridge of her nose. She was petrified once more. She didn't know how to react. The only movement she eventually made was that of her eyes flickering towards the only exit, and then back to Anna.

The wolf spotted this acute movement, and felt her plan slipping. "Relax mouse. I just wanna know why you didn't tell me. I brought you here so we could talk privately, since you seem to want to keep it a secret." That was primarily a lie, but the mouse was on guard at present, and if Anna was going to get what she was after, she needed the mouse to be more open. Lydia tried to push air from her throat, and bring sound with it, "I...i'm not a boy…" "Yes hun, I know, you're not a boy, that's why you're transiti-" "No- I… I was born like this… all of this." Lydia had no idea why she was being honest. To be fair, she had no practice in denying, lying, or justifying her true sex. Even her debacle last week with her neighbor was already out in the open before she even had an opportunity to try to deny.

Anna paused, trying to make sense of the mouse's words. Was this another term for explaining her transition? Her identity? Before the wolf could come to a conclusion, Lydia let the bomb drop, "I'm… intersex." Anna's eyes narrowed slightly. It was crazy. Shemales were urban myth, nothing more. "You're a futa?" Anna asked incredulously. Lydia could only silently nod with her head hanging a bit lower. Anna was all but convinced the mouse was using some last ditch effort to hide her gender. It was a simple fact of the world: Futa's didn't exist. But, ever the stubborn, Anna would challenge Lydia's declaration, "Show me." "Huh?!" "Show me. You say you're a real futa, so prove it." Of course, Lydia was opposed to the option of exposing herself in public, futa or not. "I… don't want to." the mouse refused, with tones of tears welling in her throat.

Anna could hear the distress in the girl's tone, and sighed, sitting down, "I didn't actually expect you to drop your drawers. I'm just bullheaded, and wanted to make a point that you can't lie about who you are." For one reason or another, that statement really got to Lydia. Was she mad the wolf didn't believe her, or were her words right, and it was time to embrace her gender? Whatever the cause, she spoke out, more fiercely, but no less anxious, "I'll do it!" "...What?" "I said I'll do it!" Lydia reached for her waistband, elbows on her long arms bumping the lockers behind her as she did so. She didn't even care about the ache of the bumps. She just didn't see any way out of this situation where she kept her secret, and if that were the case, she may as well stick to who she was.

Anna didn't know how to react. Lydia wasn't supposed to call her bluff. How was she even supposed to know the difference between a futa and an effeminate guy? Her eyes fixed to the white fur coming from the lowered waistline, then the white flesh of the meaty appendage. Anna caught her eyes widening, and maintained composure as her shock continued to soar. It just kept going, and going. She was hopeful that she was right about the mouse packing, but she didn't expect this!

After pulling her pants to her ankles, Lydia's hands instinctively went to cover herself before she moved them behind her, looking down and to the side. Anna gazed with intensity and awe. The room was silent as neither spoke, caught up in their own words. Anna was starting to believe the outrageous statement of the mouse. She was a futa! A real, genuine, flesh and blood futa!

"You- you actually are, aren't you? A real life futa!" Anna said with unrestrained astonishment. Lydia didn't know what to expect from Anna. Her anxiety told her most likely disgust, but it sounded more like the wolf was intrigued. Her eyes had clenched shut when she heard the wolf's words, and when she opened them, the older woman had closed the gap, and was part way over the bench in front of them, eyes transfixed on the hanging appendage that she was at face level with.

Lydia tried to back up further, but all she got was a cool metal to her bare backside. With sensuality mixed with curiosity, Anna asked, "Why were you ashamed of hiding this?" Lydia shielded her face with embarrassment as she answered, "I'm a freak. I'm not normal…" There was a pause in the conversation as Anna was barely aware of the gravity the mouse's pelvis seemed to have, her snout lingering closer and closer. "You're not quite right, Lydia. It's true you are not ordinary," Anna began, as her hand finally reached out to slide her palm along the length, "You are extraordinary."

Possibly one of the most intense squeaks of the young girl's life came forth as the lockers rattled from her attempt to pull away. "W-wait!" Lydia bellowed, and Anna did, or rather, she paused as she already had her head beside the warm, meaty appendage. She looked up at the mouse, and boy did that sight get to the mouse. "What's wrong?" Anna asked, "You don't want to?" Lydia looked away again, she had to, as she tried to deflect, "It's not that. It's just…" "Your big friend here seems to want to." "Eh?!" Looking back down, she could both see and feel the machinations of her member amassing itself. She felt the fur of Anna's cheek as it grew longer, still dangling, brushing against it with an every so often throb that seemed to go from her length, to her testes. Anna in turn felt one side of her face warm up nicely with the growing heat of the shaft, which surprised and bewildered her.

Lydia gave a blatantly needy groan, and those eyes looking up at her now came with a knowing smile. She cursed herself for not finding time to crank one out between school and gym, knowing her stupid dick was going to gleefully take up an offer by the pretty wolf woman. "It's fine if you don't want to," Anna assured, "but just know, that I very much would like to." Lydia tried to weigh the consequences, but thinking was becoming more and more difficult as less blood went to her brain, and instead to her glands. That fizzling sensation running down her spine made her head feel fuzzy, and she didn't know why she asked, but she did, "W-what do you want to do?"

Shit, why did she say that?! Why was she such a helpless, horny little rodent?! While she cursed herself in her mind, Anna smiled at the question, letting the semi-soft shaft drape over the back of her hand. "Well, first, I wanna see what this thing really looks like, and I wanna feel it grow every step of the way." Anna raised the length in an upturned palm, appraising it's weight, before curling fingers around it, one by one. "Y'know, just to see how you measure up." "Measure- nng- up?" "Oh, don't worry, mouse, you already passed satisfactory, now it's all curiosity." Anna affixed her eyes down to the girth that she was sinking digits into, if only to better appreciate how it throbbed at her hand. She could tell it was growing erect fast given it's size, and it made her smile. "Jeez, it's really pumping. Are you pent up or something? When's the last time you used this thing?" "Erm- this morning before school… twice." Lydia didn't know why she answered honestly. She didn't know a lot of things given the circumstances. What she did know had just dawned on her though. She wasn't a writhing mess of a mouse like she was last week. She was still coherent and functioning. Sure, she wasn't nearly as backed up as that time, but she did feel herself falling to that fog in her brain, that whisper she could not interpret, yet understood.

"Not even half a day and already this excited, and two times for that matter? Oh, mouse, you just get better and better," Anna cooed as she began stroking the warm mass in her midst. She was aware of it growing ever warmer in her hand as her motions pulled the head to point at her face, where she accidentally let out a breathy sigh onto the head. "A-ah!~" the mouse jumped, and Anna saw, or more specifically, saw her cock pulse. "All that from just my breath? The head of this thing must be sensitive. Good to know," Anna teased as she stared intently at the final moments of the thing reaching it's apex. The wolf had noticed for a long while now, but wasn't sure how to address, the fleshy ring encircling the shaft near the mid point. "Hun, I ain't a dick expert, but this doesn't seem normal," Anna commented as she wrapped index and thumb around the ring of dense flesh and gave it a squeeze, drawing another sultry sound from the teen. "M-medial ring?" Lydia responded, sounding unsure, making Anna pause and give her a quizzical look. "Uh, you don't exactly fit the demographic that sports those, and this don't- hrrrn! Doesn't look exactly like a medial ring." Lydia felt so out of water. Now how was she to explain she was a hybrid, her mother was a mare, and her best hypothesis was that those facts lent to a pseudo-ring? Well, using those exact words, of course, but given her mental state and the current situation, it didn't seem the time, nor place to extrapolate, so she just gave an utterly awkward look down at Anna, who dropped it for now. She was on a time limit after all, so she went back to jerking the delicious looking slab of mouse meat.

The entire thing felt sensitive to Lydia when it wasn't she herself stimulating her length. The nerves seemed alight, anticipating the slightest touch, and when they got it, the sensation ran down the length, up her spine, and felt like a flick directly to the brain stem, making her vision shudder, muscles contract, and blood race. Then, as if answering that involuntary burst of sensations, another spark ran back down her spinal cord, seemingly bringing blood with it, and made her dick throb to a point where the very ichor bloated the veins as it surged through them. More weight pooled in that glorious penis. The veins darkened before Anna's very eyes. The shaft bloated to succulent proportions, and soon it no longer required the older woman's grip as the head kindly rose to greet her, nose to nose.

Anna's hair fell over one eye, but both eyes were certainly wide at the final product the mouse was sporting. Heat and mouse musk brimmed from the very thing that bounced in place, as if trying to close that small gap between them and kiss the wolf on the nose. Lydia didn't know how to react. Nothing about the situation told her to move, let alone speak. There was a small part of her that wanted to ask the wolf's final verdict on the matter, but Anna voiced her thoughts anyways, "Well, the stories about futas certainly seem true. Had I known you were like this, I would have asked you to skip school altogether, instead of just meeting up a bit sooner."

Lydia hadn't the time, nor available brain cells to comment on the wolf's words, and being too eager to delay, Anna promptly plunged Lydia's penis into her muzzle. The mouse's eyes seemed to bounce around her skull as the elating sensation hit her hard. The muscles behind her jaw tensed, causing the trembling sound that comes with it to ring in her ears, and before her knees could buckle, Anna pushed a firm hand on the girl's pelvis, causing her ass to rattle the lockers. While it didn't hurt, it seemed to push the weakness from her legs enough to lean against the cool metal walls.

From then on, all the overwhelming sensations beamed from her cock to her very being, making her tense her glutes intermittently, or fizzle in her chest, where breathing regularly became a conscious effort. It may have been Lydia's first time receiving oral, but even she could tell Anna had done this before. The white wolf seemed all too adjusted to such a large intrusion in her mouth, tongue pressing mouse cock to the roof of her mouth upon plunging in, and swirling around it on the way out, flicking the frenulum with the tip of her tongue as it finally left, and ending the maneuver with a kiss to the head. All of that in a fluid motion, over and over, pulling the most submissive of moans from the mouse. That's all she was at this point. She had submitted to the will and demands of this woman, given control to someone she hadn't even known for five days, and was now getting head far better than she'd ever imagined.

And Anna? She reveled in it all. The mouse's meek moans were too adorable, and fed the dominant role she had placed herself into. The still unbelievable fact that this was a futa made it all the more thrilling. She had never been much into other women, but she couldn't pass up the chance to fool around with the sexual equivalent of El Dorado. She didn't know what to expect when she tricked the mouse into the locker room under the assumption she was a femboy, but she sure hit the jackpot.

The whole thing was certainly exotic. Even though she was sucking dick, it seemed a different experience. The scents and textures of this girl were certainly more feminine, yet still had the undeniable accents of that succulent male organ. Even the pre-cum tasted sweeter, but Anna was savvy enough to attribute a lot of that to diet. A fruit and veggies diet to be sure, not at all bitter like that of- Bzzt Bzzt! 'Speak of the devil,' thought the wolf, who did not slow her sucking as she reached for her phone between her tits and pulled it out, looking at the notification. Aw, he was asking preferences for dinner tonight. How sweet. Anna held the phone so the mic was facing her as she replied using speech-to-text, "Gonna have to cancel on tonight, big guy. Something…" she paused her words to pepper the head and length of that meaty mast with kisses, "...unexpected has come up."

Lydia didn't know if she should feel indignant or what, seeing the woman casually answer texts while giving her head. She looked down to see the screen, and upside down could only read the name of the recipient of Anna's reply as "Boy Toy". To prevent further disturbances, Anna shut her phone off, setting it aside as she returned to giving the mouse her undivided attention. Lydia was, never the less, worried. Was Anna in a relationship? Was another woman cheating with her? "U-um. Who was that?" Lydia inquired. Without missing a beat, Anna answered, still jerking that pulsing length, "Never mind him. It's just you and me right now. So, are you gonna make me do all of the work, or are you gonna take some charge?" "W-wha?" "Sweetie, you've been coming here because of confidence issues, and you have a hot young woman on her knees, sucking your cock right now. Is that not a big enough confidence booster?" "Uh...n-no?" Anna gave her that deadpan stare Lydia was growing too accustomed to. "I mean- uh! I don't know what I'm doing… and I don't want to er- hurt you…"

Anna gave a "Pfft!" as now one hand stroked the half spittled dick, and the other fondled those testes. It was only now she realized they seemed larger, though she couldn't say for certain. "Jeez, I gotta teach you everything at the gym, don't I?" the wolf scoffed as she licked up a leaking strand of pre-cum rolling down the mouse's member. "But, you're right. Taking charge of a gal sucking you off can lead to injury. Especially when you're rocking something this big," she added with the most sultry of tones. Anna then began to instruct the young woman, "Put your hands on my head. No, thumbs in front of the ears, palms more to the side. Sheesh, haven't you seen porn of this? Whatever. I'm gonna get back to it. You just focus on not only how it feels, but what in my mouth feels where. That way, when you one day take control, you'll know the stopping points, or the pushing points." Anna winked at that last part as she pushed her head forward, slurping, and swallowing a mix of saliva and seminal fluid before lodging it up to her uvula. She went slow, and Lydia tilted her head back, doing as Anna told her, staying in tune with all the little sensations around her cock.

That wasn't to say it was easy for the mouse. Far from it. Her eyes clenched shut as she tried to visualize what she was feeling. A silhouette of her cock in her mind, with colors from red to yellow lighting up depending on how firm or intense the pleasure was. Too often the sensations were much too great, and the image of what was happening would be rattled from her mind as she gave sharp, harsh moans, "Nnng-Gah! Agck! Hrrrroooh!" Anna was good at this, really good, and she certainly wasn't shy. The slurps and sucking sounds resonated all the louder given the cavernous walls of the locker room, and were indicative of both her enthusiasm and aptitude.

If Lydia was leaking before, now she was positively drooling, and the wolf savored it, lapping up the lovely morsel the mouse was kind enough to give her. A hand dipped down into her tight yoga shorts, sliding two knuckles up into herself as she played with the mouse as if she were her toy. The pulsations of that veiny appendage were driving the older woman wild, bolstering her enthusiasm, especially as some of them came with greater globules. The sheer power behind the appendage really did it for Anna. 'How does such a meek, skinny thing like Lydia have such a manly cock?' she wondered. 'Hm, guess because it isn't manly, its futaly,' she further pondered.

But the warm-up was over, and instead of giving the mouse a heads up, she decided to soak in the rodent's reaction. Without warning, Anna pulled back just a bit more, and without pause, pushed her head in, chin angled more forward, and the puffy, elated head of that burly she-dick flattened her uvula, and slipped past her tonsils, the corona of it flicking into a grooved ring in her throat. She looked up at Lydia with big eyes, but Lydia wasn't looking back. An elongated moan rang out, and Lydia's hands left Anna's head, shooting up to clutch two hanging combination locks on both sides of her head. She had to clutch them, and pull down on them, as her knees were failing her with that last stunt. She was supporting a good deal of her weight by those impromptu handle bars, and her head hung to one side while her legs jerks with feeble attempts to dig her heels into place.

Anna gave the best smile she could with just over half a foot of fat cock in her face, and knew she couldn't maintain this for long. Her own heart was racing, and oxygen was a factor. She knew she couldn't sit still and savor the reaction any longer. Anna swallowed, and advanced, taking more mouse meat into her maw, then again, and again, the so called medial ring pressing at her lips, then breaching them. Lydia clenched her teeth and threw her head back as the metal she gripped was digging into her palms. With a final swallow, and hands just beneath the teen's buttocks to pull, and Anna had succeeded, pressing her snout just beneath Lydia's navel, and sucking her cheeks in as if she were attempting to kiss the girl's tummy. "Hoooo~," were the drawn out remnants of Lydia's ability to communicate. Her head was blank, darkness filled the world behind her eyes, and nothing visual registered in front of them. The ribbed, undulating esophagus around her member was all consuming in her euphoria. All that remained was a mix of hyperventilation, and low moans from Lydia, as well as generous deposits of seminal fluid directly into Anna's belly.

Not generous enough for the wolf though. She wanted the real stuff. The appetizer certainly got her invested in working for her meal, and it was time she got it. She had to appreciate the warmth of the shaft burning through her neck, and seeping into her jaw and face for but a moment, as the heat was definitely not normal. One more abnormality in the list things that made the mouse peculiar. She began pulling back slowly, knowing full well how much air she had left, maintaining a firm suction all the while. The withdrawal of the teen's phallus under that gleeful vacuum drew out the most indecent series of slurps, with the most indecent sounding off with a pop as Anna had finally dislodged the entire thing with a satisfied sigh. Lydia's dick swung up and down, pulling apart a thick strand of saliva that wanted to bridge their union. While Anna caught her breath, Lydia was still hyperventilating amidst moans, but coming down from the ecstasy she was never prepared for.

With a girlish chuckle, Anna asked, "Bet you weren't expecting that." Lydia couldn't answer. She couldn't even see straight, slumping down to the ground. "So much for practice taking charge. Still, I want whats in those fat nuts, and I bet you're just as inclined to give it to me," Anna added as she slowly descended to her knees and casually jerked Lydia's dick, which throbbed with an erratic frenzy. The older woman eyed those heavy testes as they rested rotundly on the floor. The offer seemed to be just the thing to bring Lydia back to lucidity, but only barely. "Yes! Please! Please do it! Lemme cum! Lemme cum! Please…" came the desperate, but exhausted words of the mouse. Anna leaned in closer, smiling deviously at her prey that couldn't straighten her vision, let alone lift her head to look back at her. "Ok then, mouse, but you gotta cum your brains out. I want nothing less than what rumors of your kind say." Lydia gave a weak, but rapid nod, "I will! I will. Just please… please…"

Anna could practically feel the gleam in her own eye as she prepared to oblige her little gym buddy. She slid down, laying on her belly, resting on her forearms, and returned to her oral performance. She plunged her head towards Lydia's lap, twisting her head as she did, rolling her tongue in perfect machinations, all while fondling those notably heavy testes, and pumping the base of that mouse dick. Instantly upon restarting her blowjob, a loud clang rang out as Lydia threw her head back against the lockers behind. She'd feel that later, but could only feel sheer pleasure right now. Her knees tensed and tried to shoot up, but Anna slammed down on both thighs before putting her hands back to work.

Lydia was a mess all the while. Each breath outward carried a long, quavering moan, and Anna merely looked upward at the sorry state of her little plaything. It wouldn't be too much longer now. She paused briefly to take the mouse's hands, which nearly felt like dead weight, and place them back on her head. Even that pause in her work left the dick in her mouth thrashing about as if enraged it was denied orgasm. 'Don't worry, you won't have to wait any longer,' the wolf thought to herself, and pinched the gland between the roof of her mouth and tongue, tickling the frenulum, and pumping the rest with gusto.

If was like lightning came down directly on Lydia. Back muscles, core muscles, arms legs, fingers and toes alike all tensed. The wolf felt the veins flare up in both palm and mouth as those orbs pulled away from her palm and towards their owner. Anna knew what to expect, or so she thought. It felt like the rearing of the cock in her mouth would tilt her head up along with it, and she could not only feel the splattering of the first shot, but also hear it. The force with which it erupted in her mouth had that effect, but the woman did not waver. Fiercely, she swallowed, and just in time too, as if she delayed a fraction of a second longer, the next shot would have over flooded her mouth. She learned quickly she would have to keep swallowing, and truth be told, she was delighted to do so. Futas really didn't disappoint. Another gush came forth, then another, and another. Even better, that earthy taste of a primarily vegetarian diet eliminated the usual bitter taste, and was that a hint of cucumber? It was certainly something plant based whatever it was. She would need to get the mouse gorging on fruit if she ever did this again.

The most adorable part of it was feeling the teen fight the involuntary muscle contractions that tried to pull her head deeper down her shaft. Fingers clenched her skull and hair, and the mouse leaned forward, her body curling around the face near her pelvis as knees rose up, and toes squeezed. By the end of the girl's orgasm, Anna was feeling full, and was steeling her resolve to not let a drop spill. When the tidal wave of euphoria receded, all that was tense went limp, and Lydia rag dolled back against the lockers. Well, limp everywhere but one.

When Anna freed up her mouth, a very satisfied sigh sang out from her. "Fuuuuck, mouse, and you beat it twice this morning? I know guys who could abstain for a week and still not gush out that much even if you bullied their prostate!" Anna's words were faint in the mouse's mind. She was still trying to come back from the body wracking feeling of top notch head. "Haa- Whaa-" was the extent of what the mouse could articulate in her current condition, and when a fist took her throbbing, sensitive member once more, she jolted as if she were hooked up to a battery. "Virgins are so cute. Don't tell me you're finished after just that! Your not-so-little friend here is still eager to go," Anna teased as she gently jerked the spit slicked phallus. Lydia wanted to correct her about her virginity status, but had to focus on her dizzying afterglow.

Lydia blinked a few times, sucked in air, clenched and unclenched her digits, anything to come back to her full faculties. Eyes looked up at the lights above, lights that should have stung, but the adrenaline still saturating her blood numbed that particular part of the nervous system. Common sense would say this is too risky, that it was sheer dumb luck they hadn't been caught yet, and this should stop before anyone enters the locker room. Too bad common sense was muted by that deafening whisper telling her to penetrate the more than willing wolf presently between her knees. "Ok...I'm ok… I think… whew," the teen panted, and her gym partner grinned, "Good, because now it's time I got mine."

Anna stood up and walked a few paces away to a wall. Her tail danced playfully behind her as she swayed her hips, and hooked her thumbs into her tight shorts. In a seamless motion, she bent over, peeled her pants over her ass, and flicked her tail up and out of them, keeping it lifted as she stepped out of them, and planted both palms on the wall in front of her. "Ok, mouse, we know what you're working with, show me how you use it," she commanded, wiggling her hips side to side. A hand dipped down to rub her mound before two fingers parted her vulva to show how eager she was, and how much she enjoyed enticing this mouse.

That little voice within practically dictated Lydia's movements as she rose to her feet and made her way behind the wolf. There was a stark difference in their height, and by extension, the height of their pelvises. Anna hiked her hind end up best she could, but it was up to Lydia to do the rest proper. Normally, Lydia would ask about protection, but she wasn't entirely herself at the moment. She lined up, warm head nestling itself between those folds. Anna shuddered at the heat still brimming from it while she rocked back and forth on it, further tempting the teen to push in.

Lydia's breath was deep and heavy as she stared at the lovely backside her hands took hold of. Feeling the very entrance to the wolf made her dick fire another string of seminal fluid, and Anna gave a "Yip!" that was very unlike her, "Fucking productive one, aren't you. Lucky that landed on my shorts. Let's not leave any trace that we were here, K?" There was no response from the partially entranced Lydia, or rather, her answer came in compliance as she began to pull lupine hips, to meet rodent pelvis.

She didn't notice the ease in which she sank in, only the wetness and the warmth, duller than her own, but welcoming all the same. Above all though, she noted how much better it felt without a condom, as she was in far too fiercely in a frenzy last time to recount the sensations after the rubber broke. Anna let out a long "Uuuuuunf!~" as she bit her lower lip and her lower half shuddered. "That's it, mouse, do it. Fuck me!" she seethed in delight, and Lydia obliged.

Her thrusts were short to start, a copy of her only other time doing this, unaware that her current partner wasn't strained to accommodate her. "Deeper!" barked the wolf, and Lydia's hips followed her commands. She plunged all the way into her fitness instructor, and given the angle at which she did so, was pressing firmly behind Anna's abdomen. Another long moan escaped the older woman, tongue lolling from her mouth as she began to pant a bit. Lydia tilted her head back as she let out a breathy sigh as well.

A bit more push and Lydia would feel an extra snug fit around the head of her cock. While too immersed in the sensations of sex to do more than note in the back of her mind that it felt different than the squeeze of her neighbor's womb, the reality was she was currently underneath the wolf's womb, within the anterior fornix, and pushing firmly at the back of it, drawing from Anna what would have been a bellowing howl were it not for her discipline to mind the volume.

Anna savored the sensations, panting to herself in the moment. The rod pushing out against her abdominal sheath was so warm, and she loved it. She loved the even warmer ooze of pre-cum pooling back there even more, but enough basking in the moment. She had a lot more fun she wanted to milk from the mouse before time ran out. The wolf pushed herself back against the teen, urging her to get moving. Taking the cue, Lydia began to buck. Soon, the clapping of bodies echoed in the locker room with the sensual moans of two women complimenting the tempo.

Lydia was churning her own leaking emissions within the wolf, and with no tight seal to block them off, they began to froth around the union of their bodies, before crudely staining ass and lap alike. Anna wasn't simply taking it all though, she was rocking herself off of the wall, pushing back to meet the mouse while demanding, "Harder!" Lydia wasn't too sure. She was lucid enough to not revert to who she was when she took her neighbor, and was still concerned deep down that she had hurt Rebecca. As such, she upped her hip thrusts, but was always holding back.

Either Anna could tell, or she was a glutton for punishment, and was growing frustrated as she pushed back to meet the mouse more and more. "Gods, dammit! Fuck me harder!" she snarled with enough ferocity to unnerve Lydia. She saw the wolf's snout wrinkle, and having never seen her as such, grew anxious herself. Lydia threw her hips forward more, but it was more frantic than anything. Anna could tell, and while it felt good, it was barely scratching her itch. She wasn't even pulling back far enough to pop that ring around her dick back out of her!

Then an idea struck the wolf. She wasn't sure if it'd work, but it was worth a shot. She had to remember the mouse was a timid thing, and not one for confrontation. "C'mon, more, fuck me more. Show me what a stud you really are." She paused to gauge the mouse, hoping to feel a change, but nothing much. "You like this? Like having a big bad wolf bent over just for you?" Another pause, a bit rougher. "Unf, I can't wait to feel you cum deep inside me!" Whump! Oh, that got a reaction. That's what the teen was into? "Yea? Like the sound of that? Wanna dump another one of those fat loads inside me? You cum like a fire hose you know. I don't think I can hold it all."

Lydia was picking up speed, unaware that her instructor was actively coaching her to fuck. "Unless you plunged that thing deep in my womb instead. Fuck, your cock is so fat it'd seal me up tight. I may even swell up if you cum like that again." It was working. Lydia's strokes were becoming more eager by the moment, and Anna was finally receiving what she deemed a proper fucking, but proper was the bare minimum, and she wanted exceptional. "To think you wanted to hide this beautiful dick. Gods, you could do some real damage at a college campus, bedding girls on the regular. Just make sure you rubber up. You seem as potent as you are productive, and you'd definitely knock them up."

Slam! Anna braced herself right before her head met the wall in front of her, and the impact to her insides threw her sight askew for a moment. That was so very unlike the meek mouse she had gotten to know over the week, but why? It was a bit harder to think now that she had to brace for each pelvic impact, but it soon dawned on her. "Mmmf! Don't tell me- haa- the thought of knocking women up really turned you on this much! Ho~ fuck, you really are a naughty little mouse. Unf! Maybe- not so little. Okay then, Lydia, breed me, I dare ya! Let's see if we make a mouse or a wolf!"

Anna had to practically shove the wall each time Lydia drove into her from behind. She threw her head back in delight before letting it fall and hang from her neck. Damn, this little tryst was growing better and better than the wolf expected. One would never guess the mouse had this primal need in her from how she acted. As the wolf let her head hang, she saw the impression the teen had upon her, literally. Over and over her tight core was bulged outwards, made all the more prominent by the slight downward angle the dick was being slammed in at.

Mesmerized, Anna pulled a hand to the wall, wanting to bring it to her deformed stomach, only to lurch forward by Lydia's onslaught, buckling her last supporting hand down so her forearm was now bracing the wall. She clutched her stomach, pinching the bulge as it came up under her palm. The ordeal was a sensory overload for the wolf, who seized up then and there, cumming while her partner didn't even slow. A holler turned moan thundered forth from Anna, "Fuck! Ye-esss! Don't stop! Burn my insides with your seed! You want that, don't you? To see me swell with your kid? Then do it! Pump that fat load into me!"

Anna was getting carried away, but if it meant getting all the teen was capable of, well, she could reflect on her words and actions later. The same went for Lydia, albeit on a much more baser level. She had fallen into the haze, like she had with Mrs. Owens. Fuck. Rut. Mate. Breed. It was all that mattered to the mouse at this moment.

The minutes passed with an unrelenting rutting that made Anna pant like the bitch she was, and the single intent in Lydia's mind was to cum deep into her. The pseudo-medial ring was slipping past the wolf's entrance over and over, flicking through as it was sawed to and fro, putting that much more ecstasy into the arctic beauty. Her hips sped up as the dull tingle within her phallus was flaring up once more. Anna noticed the up in tempo and chuckled amidst her heavy breathing, "Oh? Is it time? Gonna make me a mother? Do it! From virgin to father, like a real stud!" Lydia was snarling with teeth clenched and rushed to the finish line, guttural groans rumbling from her throat all the while.

When she finally reached it, she pulled that fluffy lupine ass close, and held it there as she geysered her near scalding load into Anna. A low, tired howl rode the long exhale from the wolf's lips as she fell to the sensation, letting her face press firm to the wall. The salvo built up in her, but without the tight extra seal of a cervix, the load squeezed between their sexes, staining and coating Lydia's length until it blew out in violent spurts.

Lydia hadn't let up her death grip on her gym partner's hips, keeping their bodies tightly together, adding another tight press of bodies for the rupture of cum to spurt through. Pelvis, ass, thighs, testes, tail, even back and stomach. Lydia's cum stained them all, and each added gush from her gonads pushed another spurt out to advance the mess between the two.

When her orgasm ebbed, the two of them were practically glued together. Not only was the viscous stuff adhering them to one another, but the tight connection of their bodies caused a sort of suction when Anna tried to part the two of them. And it was Anna that had to separate them, as the mouse seemed to have locked up, statuesque as she came down from her high. Anna was dazed in just the right way where words failed her, but her body could still move, if only barely. Still, her hands couldn't pry off the mouse's death grip, nor push her away

Getting fed up, Anna finally threw her entire body backwards, shoving away the teen, who stumbled and fell on her back on a bench behind her. Multiple strands of gooey seed were stretched and snapped as they were pulled apart, and Lydia's cock proudly stood up, completely covered in it's own output. Anna leaned against the wall as she stood upright, looking at the mouse that had given her a damn good fucking. A smile curled on her lips, both in satisfaction of what transpired, and of what was to come.

Still under the misconception that Lydia was a virgin before today, she cooed, "Not bad for a first time. You certainly got potential, mouse." Taking a deep breath, she steadied her balance and sauntered over to the teen. "But, you lack tact, technique. Raw, primal savagery will only get you so far." She loomed over the mouse, who didn't even have her eyes open as she took in deep breaths, feeling the gleam of the ceiling lights shine through her eye lids before being eclipsed by her gym buddy above. "Besides, you missed your mark. That wasn't my womb you just bullied. You know what the fornix is, don't you, or has sex ed really declined since I was in school?"

With an extra needed oomph, Anna swung a leg over her supine partner, and sat her still oozing self atop the girl's thighs. She peeled her sports top off, letting her ample bosom bounce free before teasing the still sensitive head of that fat dick that was twitching and thumping against her navel.

Dragging a finger along the length, Anna brought it to her mouth, and sampled it with a smack of her lips before planting a hand on Lydia's chest, and raising herself upwards. She guided the girl's cock between her thighs, nestling it right back to where it just was, where it belonged. It was only when the mouse felt the still sensitive gland graze those cum sodden lips that she was snapped backed to her senses, "Wh-wha?" A hungry grin adorned Anna's face as she looked down at the rodent. "I'm gonna show you how much of a difference technique makes in fucking. Better hold on, Lyd, you didn't go easy on me, so I'm not going easy on you."

Anna watched the teen's pupils dilate in worry, and laughed under her breath. Lydia tried to plea, "W-wait wait! Hold on, I'm still sensitive. Just give me a few minutes to-" "Nuh-uh-uh~ We're on a tight schedule before more people make their way in here," Anna cut her off as she began to lower herself onto the still all too eager breeding rod.

The wolf could have laughed upon hearing the frantic squeak that was seemingly pushed out of Lydia as if her own body were a plunger. The teen's legs straightened as she writhed from the subtle difference in how she was enveloped by the older woman, coupled with the over-sensitivity. She would have sat upright in a beat were it not for the firm hand keeping her in place. As Anna looked down at her, hair had fallen over one of her eyes, and her smile only widened, teeth garnishing her look of domination. The weight of that hand grew on Lydia's chest as her gym buddy turned dom lifted herself up, and lessened as she lowered herself back down.

Lydia couldn't understand; what was it that made this round so much better?! Her cock head, once sensitive was becoming numb from all the stimulation, but not entirely. More importantly, it was her shaft that was alight with much more pleasure. It was as if Anna's body was hugging her dick in a loving embrace, warm and nurturing. How was it that this slower pace was so damn good in comparison to her ruthless rutting? What was more worrisome was the wolf hadn't hilted yet. She was going a steady pace, slowly raising herself up, and with a roll of the hips sitting back down.

Lydia wasn't even moving, yet she was panting as if she was still hammering away behind Anna. Each motion up made the mouse whimper, and each set down made her moan. Anna could feel her dick buck as if it were trying to thump its way through her abdomen, and chortled haughtily above her prey, "And you were such a fierce stud a moment ago. What happened? Don't tell me all it takes to put you in place is a firm hand and a warm hole."

A quaint yip squeaked out of the mouse as Anna sat still, because the head of her dick was firm against her cervix. Anna's smile broke into an open mouth grin while she gyrated her hips, pacifying the struggling teen further. "You know what this is?" Anna asked, "It's the opening to my womb. Most guys just about make it here, press into it and push it back, but it can't go back any further. Only the most hung can beat their way in. Is that what you want? Are you thinking of dumping your thick stuff directly inside? Hoping it takes?" The impulse, the driving baser instincts within the mouse threw the electric sensations down her body to her dick, but instead of shocking her, tensing her and riling her up, they fizzled out, leaving the mouse dazed, her world spinning.

Fortunately, where one head was swirling in overload, another was answering Anna quite enthusiastically, and the wolf could tell. She giggled as she leaned over, hair draping like a curtain around the mouse, shading her from the light above. "Gods, you're such a perverted little mouse. I can feel just how excited you get from thinking about knocking me up. Get ready, cause I'm gonna wring those balls dry in one intense orgasm."

The words were as thrilling as they were impending to the mouse. As Anna continued riding her, she squirmed in submission underneath both her gym partner and her desires. She remembered this sensation, pressing against a barrier over and over. Sure the angle was different, and there was a lot of indescribable dissipation all around her member, but the peculiar contact of glands to cervix was there, pressing against each other, and heightened far more by the skillful way the wolf worked herself on it.

Anna didn't need to use force. She had tact, experience, and grace. Above all, it was her womb, and if anyone knew how best to get into it, it was her. Lean a bit this way, press down a bit over here, take a deep breath, relax and- "Haaa~" the wolf lurched lower, compelled to sit more upright, given the internal rod trying to straighten her out now. That was the final hit for the mouse, the veritable K.O. As the weight of the wolf coupled with the bounce into the back of her womb, she went limp. Arms hung over the sides of the bench, knuckles on the floor. Feet fell on their sides, lax, as the mouse became inert.

Anna couldn't stop now though, if she slowed down, she too would lose the strength to do more than fall over atop her teenage sex toy, and be no different than her. She began working herself, albeit with less of that finesse she had prior. It was too difficult to maintain quality when things felt this good, but if she did, everything would only feel better, and if she was gonna cum that hard, she had to be the one in charge of her faculties in this little session. Still, the clap of their bodies coming together and parting was beyond obscene with the re-moisturized remnants of their last round sticking and splatting with each start and stop. Anna let her tongue lull from her maw as she used her other hand to tap Lydia's cheek. Plenty of indiscernible noises and fluttering eye lids meant the mouse wasn't completely unconscious. Good, it'd be a shame if she didn't get to enjoy this.

The remainder of the time devolved into carnal acts again, only with the wolf paying attention to what subtle sways of the hips drew more signs of consciousness from the mouse. It was like learning to play a new instrument. 'What happens if I do this?' "Ghuuh…" 'And this?' "Auuuwuuuhg…" Over and over, Anna worked both of them over, more so for the mouse's benefit. She was already at a place where she could get herself off again whenever she felt like it. She was admittedly edging herself as she pumped the mouse.

She could only do that for so long before she felt she wasn't getting anywhere. She knew she was getting things done, but with Lydia so unresponsive, she couldn't exactly tell what garbled moans were better than others. She would have to go for broke. "H-hey, mouse. Stay with me. We gotta mmmmmn- wrap this up soon, so be a good girl and cum nice and deep in me, ok?" The clapping of sloppy furred bodies grew more thunderous as Anna rode harder. She bit her lip, the firm mast within bashing it's way to what felt like her very core. Lydia began to shake her head from side to side, not in disagreement, just a weak thrashing.

Anna's moans climbed in volume as she too felt a carnal need have this, to feel this beast of a dick fire off inside of her womb. "Yes, yes, YES!" she cried before words degraded to groans, and finally, as she felt the mouse's meat begin to give those tell tale twitches, she howled, planting herself firmly atop her conquest.

The lupine bellow rode on for quite some time, much like Lydia's orgasm. For her part, the mouse bore gritted teeth, and her eyes rolled back as her chin pointed to the ceiling above. Anna's firm ass cheeks could feel those burly orbs clenching time and time again, and she wiggled herself against them while she placed a hand on her abdomen to feel both the warmth and the weight of her partner's pleasure. 'So much…' she thought to herself as she again recalled rumors of this mythic sex and their resoluteness in lust. It certainly hit different having so much being compacted into her. She could feel the bubble that was her womb pressing more and more against her abdomen with each passing gush from the girl beneath her, to the point that her hand was feeling the heat only, and her torso was relishing the sensation of the weight.

Anna was certain she'd have a swell when it finally ended, but to her amazement, she didn't. She didn't doubt the abundance the mouse just gave her, but would certainly reflect on the true capacity of both her uterus, and abdominal cavity later on. For now, she fell forward, chin on the mouse's shoulder as she breathed loud and content in the teen's big, round ear. Gods, she wanted to kiss and nip at that neck, jawline and more, but she was spent, and so was their time. She wanted to give a wide window from when afternoon work rush let out, and all those people made their way here. She already had gone a few minutes over her intended cutoff time. Oh well, nothing she could do now. Her legs were rebooting after an orgasm so good it was basically a hard reset on motor functions. She'd have to lay there and bask in the after glow, focusing on breathing to regain her composure.

A good few minutes more, and Anna took in a final deep breath before grunting and sitting up, swinging her disheveled hair behind her. "I'll never forget today, mouse," she cooed as she stifled a moan being pulled from her as she stood up, and the flaccid slab of she-cock was withdrawn. She placed a few fingers on her belly again, amused that this batch was locked behind her cervix, nice and snug and heavy and hot. Lydia was barely responsive right now. Even the act of her dick being pulled from that warm hole forced a guttural sound from her. Anna sauntered over to her semen stained sports bottom, and casually slid them back on with a snap of the elastic band against her hips. Her top followed right after, and pulling a brush from a gym bag, she straightened her hair out before putting it up in a pony tail to make herself look presentable.

And presentable she certainly did look! Clearly this wasn't her first time, and so long as she covered the obvious stains on her shorts with her gym bag, one would never tell she was freshly fucked. A few wet wipes taken to obvious dripping around the locker room, and she slung her bag on a shoulder, loosening the straps so it swung low, and walked past the mouse still dazed upon the bench. "Thanks for an amazing time, mouse- Lydia. I'll never forget today, and I hope you won't either," she said with a wink. "You may wanna get yourself together, hun. If you pass out here you'll be found out," she added as she handed the girl her pants, which she was relieved to see take them in her grasp. "Hope your week trial here was great. I doubt you'll be coming tomorrow. I get the feeling you're gonna need a rest day, just like me," her words dripped with left over lust from their fun. "Gotta run now. Here's hoping we cross paths again when you're much more experienced. I'd love to see how you use that thing after you get a few notches in your belt," she concluded as she walked with a sway of her hips out the door, relishing how the added weight within moved with each sashay of her body.

And then, all was silent. Lydia laid there, shakily trying to sit upright. She couldn't believe how long it took to just sit up after that. She looked down at her well used member, and stepped on the heel of one shoe to take it off. She wiped the bench with her sock covered foot to remove all the fluids that her dick, and drench pelvis put on it, before pulling her sock off, pocketing it, and putting her shoe back on, starting to get dressed best she could. She certainly lacked the recovery and cover up Anna did, but if anyone so much as looked at her on her way out, she'd break into a mad dash. One last look at her spent dick, and the mouse sighed. Well, at least she wouldn't need to crank out any more loads tonight...

First period was in full swing, and Lydia couldn't focus at all. Not because she was fighting lust like on day one, quite the contrary. The events of yesterday afternoon were so effective, she didn't feel all that much need for release even when she woke up. That was just it though; her mind dwelt on yesterdays events, and how they compared to her first time. So many things were different. One was her stamina, which was effectively half this time around… she thought. She couldn't remember much of her first time after the condom broke. The thing that was nagging at her more was how exhausted she was after the wolf had her way. Lydia only took control once, and her legs were jelly by the end, while Anna took a breather, got up, and walked away like it was nothing!

The state of the participants after sex had reversed in her two sessions, but why? There were two possibilities. The first was her physical state at the time. Being so pent up that she was in a frenzy the first time, that maybe it dulled her sensitivity or bolstered her stamina. But she had been jogging in the sweltering sun for a good long while too, and still had all that energy. So maybe it wasn't a matter energy, but pure lust? Lust, mental state, physical wellness. Somewhere in a mix of those had to be a solution as to why she was practically a puddle by the end of her "gym time."

There was the other hypothesis, and for whatever reason, Lydia didn't want to admit it seemed more likely. Anna was quite adamant that skill made all the difference, and… well there certainly was a difference! Lydia did agree she had an insignificant amount of experience, less so as she remembered so little of that night one week ago, and what she did remember was… less than graceful. What she was doing back then could better be described as masturbating with her neighbor's body, and admittedly with Anna too when she was the one doing the thrusting. Could technique really make such a difference?

Math class was almost over and she hadn't written a single thing in her composition book. It was too late at this point, so her options were to either marinate in her thoughts some more, or let them wander to the stunning redhead next to her. At this point, the latter seemed a better use of her inner thoughts. She sneaked side glances of the girl, who's hair on the far side hung like a wavy curtain as she took notes. She was wearing a sky blue V-neck with a white undershirt to prevent cleavage from spilling forth, or rather too much cleavage. The very start of her valley was showing, and to the horny teen the mouse technically was, that was plenty of fantasy material.

Frankly, Lydia was happy with herself. For all the indecent thoughts she just had, she didn't pop a boner. The stirring in her pants was certainly there, but a squeeze of the knees could quell it. She wanted to think she was getting a grasp on herself, but she knew she was likely still held over from yesterday. That wouldn't last though. She was well aware of the building desire in her mind to let loose some more, and by the time she got home, she'd be raring to go again. English, again, wasn't anything of note. In fact, without the redhead there, she found herself paying attention for the most part. The gothic twin nearby did leave her a bit on edge. The rabbit wasn't even paying attention to her today, but her little performance on the first day still lingered in her anxious mind (and maybe her sister's continued act in third period, if that was her). Maybe it was just the twins deciding to mess with her for their own amusement. They were so weird. No one could ever guess their intentions.

Lunch consisted of Logan having a mostly one sided conversation about how Bach really brought the concepts of fugues into popularity in the 1700's, but Lydia didn't mind. He was right when he said he cultured her, and deep down she was thankful for that. After lunch, she swung by her locker to swap out text books. When she opened it, a slip of paper fell out and onto her foot. She didn't recognize or recall having a small, loose sheet of paper. Squatting down, she picked it up to unfold it. As her eyes went along it, her heart began racing, and she felt as if her blood was turning colder by the second. "We know your your secret. If you want it to remain secret, come to the following address after school. Tell no one. Come alone." An address was neatly placed beneath the brief demands, and there was, unsurprisingly, no signature.

To say Lydia was a nervous wreck was an understatement. She didn't return a greeting to Mr. Makunouchi as she entered the class, and wore a thousand yard stare as she thought of who, and how? She swore she had been so careful this week! Ok, minus the few boners she's fought in class… and her bulge being outright noticed by Anna which subsequently led to locker room sex… ok she had been absolute shit at hiding it, but in all reality, who could possibly know? Behind her blank stare she contemplated just that. Her first idea was the felines. No doubt they wanted her to suffer. It could be the twins? Back on Monday there were staring at her all creepy like, but that could have been for any number of reasons. Maybe they found her height to be interesting in a freak show sort of way, perhaps she could have accidentally cut one off in the hallway and earned their ire, or hell, it could be they just wanna mess with her head out of sheer boredom. No one could get a read on those rabbits. A small part of her secretly hoped it was the redhead, in some outstanding twist of fate, and she was going to pull the same move that Anna had. Sure, it'd be nerve wracking afterwards, but if she was gonna be fraught with dread, she may as well have sex with an amazing hottie as consolation.

If anyone could pull her from her myriad of worries, it was her favorite teacher. As he began to speak up, Lydia took a deep breath, and focused on the words Mr. Makunouchi spoke with conviction, "Now class, I expect you to maintain a level of composure and maturity as we discuss the observations of biology. Let's start with the most grandiose of topics: Life. We all can define life in our own ways, be they technical, abstract, or artistic, but above the question of what is life, is why? Why do we exist? For billions of years the Earth had remained a molten ball of rock, completely uninhabitable. Somewhere along the line, chemicals began to coalesce. It started immensely small, atoms and elements bumping together to make compounds. The more compounds bumped into each other, the more complex the chemicals, until important ones swirled in the waters. It was just four different nucleotides too: Guanine, Cytosine, Adenine, and Thymine. Well, Uracil came into the mix too, but let's try and keep things simple for now. We don't know how, or when, but those nucleotides began to function most peculiarly, in that they, well, had function! Three at a time became codons, and a series of codons made proteins, and from those proteins, a single celled organism came to be."

"And that was what life was for billions of years. Single celled prokaryotes floating around in oceans of water, absorbing bits of carbon and nitrogen that they bumped into. Then, the leading theory is, a mutation happened in one. Mutations in DNA replication happen a lot, when there are billions of creatures replicating, causing anything from debilitating disorders, to knew phenotypes that just so happen to aid the organism in survival. One such mutation changed the ribosome that the cell used, and then we had not just archaea, but bacteria, and eukaryotes!" The ape-man wrote the three words on the white board. "Archaea, Bacteria, Eukarya: The three domains of life, and the largest category in the tree of life. Now, the first two are single-celled to this day, with a few exceptions, but eukaryotic cells began becoming multicellular after thousands upon hundreds of thousands of years for mutations to happen. Now one cell, that's easy to reproduce. Mitosis, and you're done, but multicellular life? That is where one will require a bit more… finesse. Two billion years ago, a lineage of single celled protists found a method of reproducing with similar cells." Mr. Makunouchi paused for effect, looking at the varying degrees of interest in the room. "That method is called sex!" That certainly raised the less enthusiastic heads in the class.

"I see I have more attention now. Well, sorry to disappoint, but it would be almost another one billion years before any organism developed the neural systems complex enough to fathom the sensation we call "pleasure". But that's just it. Billions of years led to more mutations, more complex organisms, all of which adapted to their environment to better thrive, and pass on their genetic code. Some used scents to smell others of their kind were fertile and ready to reproduce, others used mating calls to let others know as such. And, as mentioned before, such methods like pleasure became a great motivator. But how could an organism that had yet to have sex, feel a drive to procreate? How could it know it would receive a positive reinforcement from the act? It would need a driving force before that one, a more primal one: aggression. For millions of years, chemicals that were part of sexual maturity coincided with, or also functioned to stir aggression in the creatures. This particular form is what we all know as lust. Of course, while effective as this evolutionary trait was, it had its... disadvantages. One of which was stirring… competition within a species. While this did result in members of said species dying, it was outweighed by the advantage of the more fit of the species being successful in reproducing, and thus, making the next generation more adept to survive in their environment." He took another pause, scanning the students of his room. "Lust, love, companionship, compulsion, and more. And it all leads back to the big question: Why? Why has so much come of four nucleotides? That's right; Guanine, Cytosine, Adenine, and Thymine. That's all we are! You, me, your friends and family, the birds in the sky, the plants in the ground, even the bacteria in the deepest depths of the sea. We are all just those four nucleotides in varied orders. Like a book is made of twenty six letters, and differs from other books using those same 26 letters to make them different. Why do we persist, when all life is coded, like a computer, to perform convoluted tasks in order to copy ourselves? That is the big question!"

The teacher lectured on for a good while more about finer examples of the pursuit of reproduction of organisms throughout the world, but the first part of it truly captivated Lydia. She couldn't exactly explain it, but it resonated with her breeding fetish. She found the concepts explained imposed thoughts in her head, and she smiled to herself at the mention of the more fit succeeding in reproducing, given how she engaged in such acts only yesterday, and before the last few months never thought of herself in such a gene pool. Before she knew it, class was over, and the time or reckoning was at hand.

The calm she had the good fortune to amass from thoughts of science and evolution, turned lewd, were slowly waning, catalyzed by the extra realization that she had no idea what she was about to get herself into, but what could she do? She had no time to think, nor plan, nor prepare. The mystery person or persons summoned her to an unknown location, on a time schedule. They essentially held all the cards. She could call her mom, ask her for help, but that'd be like giving up on the secret for good. Authoritative intervention would have her outed in a heart beat. More importantly than that, to her anyways, was that she wanted to show she wasn't a weak and helpless little mouse anymore. She told her mother so, and it was why she began exercising, cooking, using the gym as an excusing for going out to venture the world, even if it was but a forty-five minute walk from her house. She had to do this, on her own.

Her phone couldn't show her where the address was, so before leaving campus, she stopped by the library to use the computer. It was a fair ways away from her home, which was irksome since she would have to walk home when this all ended. 'If I get out alive.' her thoughts added. She whimpered, and began the slow, tormenting walk to the disclosed location, staving off thoughts of the endless results of what may come.

Lydia couldn't tell how long she had walked for. Was it over an hour? Just under an hour? Closer to half an hour? It felt like she was wearing cement shoes some moments, causing her to trudge agonizingly slow, but perception has a way of being warped by worry. Before she knew it, she was on the street she was meant to be. The houses were nice, very nice. She was in an upper middle class neighborhood, nicer than her neighborhood, and leagues above her own home. Counting the numbers on the homes was like counting down to her doom. 4827, 4829, 4831. She looked at the note one last time, and confirmed, this was the address. For some reason she feared the address would be a seedier location, like behind a steel mill, or a back ally. Goes to show her imagination could run wild.

One last deep breath and she walked, almost like a toy soldier, up to the door, where she rang the doorbell. The wait of a few seconds were killing her, stretched out by the contrarily tranquil suburbia around her chaotic world. The dead bolt clicked, a simple sound that made the girl jump as she felt her blood race in anticipation. How long could less than half a minute feel like, between ringing a door bell and a door opening? It agitated her more than anything.

Finally, the door opened wide, and a consolation relief was granted for being right in her suspicions. Standing there, with a smile she was sure was insincere, was Daphne… or Delphine. The dark gray rabbit was in a much more relaxed pair of black short shorts, much shorter than school dress code would permit, but the same bubblegum pink shirt she wore that day, which seemed a bit tight on the teen. Then again, she never subscribed to wearing tight or restricting clothes, or was it she was always too small to over fill clothes? Now wasn't the time to speculate.

"Lydia! So glad to see you accepted our invitation!" Invitation!? It was clearly a threat! How was she even supposed to respond to that!? "Yeah…" Ok, there was probably a better way to respond, but c'mon! Not one for letting silence linger for long, the rabbit beckoned, "Please, come inside." That felt like the redder flag than the soviets in the 50's. "Uh, I'd rather not. Maybe we could just… hang out here? It's a nice day out." That was a lie, it was hot, and Lydia was rather sweaty from her hike here. "Please, we insist," came the same voice, but from behind. Lydia nearly leapt from her shoes as she spun around to see twin number two, an exact replica of the one in the doorway, but five feet behind her on the walk way. When did she-?

This had to be an intimidation tactic, and it was effective in upping her concerns, but the logistics of leaving without addressing the threat in the letter was the main reason for relenting. "If you insist," was all the mouse could say as she stepped into the cold foyer. Drawn curtains left the majority of the rooms dim, which seemed fitting, given who her hosts were, but aside from that it looked to be your average, everyday upper middle class home. Neat tiles in some rooms, pristine carpet in others. Pictures hung from the walls in tasteful amounts, some of family, some simply art, depending on the room. There was a staircase that bent 90 degrees halfway up it's ascension with a wooden hand rail. The smell was one that could only be described as posh. It was a sickeningly sweet scent, like some floral sachet purchased from a craft store.

"Care for some water? You look awfully thirsty," one of them said as they presented her with a clear glass, tall with a thick base. Lydia was startled again, but less so. Wasn't she just outside, behind her? When did she- "Oh yes, please, drink. It's the least we can do after you made the effort to come all this way." Lydia just stared at the glass with the most skeptical of expressions. "Come now, do you really think we'd poison you?" One asked. Lydia simply asked back, "Weren't you both the reason Mr. Bradford was out sick for a week back in 8th grade?" The two rabbits gave each other a side eye, before one spoke up, "We've grown in character a lot since then." That did not instill confidence in the mouse. The one not holding the glass sighed and took her sisters hands into her own, bringing the glass to her lips. There was no mistaking the water flowing into her mouth, and with a show of swallowing, and opening her mouth, she confirmed she had drank the water.

The other twin once more offered the glass to Lydia, "It's like, 82 degrees outside, and you've clearly been sweating. Drink. For your sake." It was true, but Lydia wouldn't be surprised if they went the extra mile to build resistance or hide antidote to something to double down on poison. Conflicted, she finally relented and took the glass, throwing her head back, and gulping down the entire glass worth. When she finished and brought her head back down, there was only one bunny. "Where did-" "Upstairs to our room. Go on, no sense in standing here in the foyer. I'll refill this for you." She watched the only other bunny round a corner. For the moment, she was alone. A part of her told her to turn tail and run, but again, the threat compelled her to do as she was told, and so she ascended the stairs.

Each step felt heavy, like she could feel the stair beneath bend a tiny, tiny bit beneath her, and hear the creaking of the boards, louder than they actually were. Gravity felt greater than usual as she clutched the hand rail, needing to pull on it to bring herself up to the next step. Going deeper into the den of the beasts, she reached the top of the stairs. To her right, darkness and closed doors. To her left, one open door at the end of a short hallway, the room beyond containing various paraphernalia to discern it was the room inhabited by teenagers. Her steps felt rigid as she was pulled by an unseen force through the threshold and into the bedroom. A myriad of walls, carpet, bedding and more were a mix of black, white, pink, and purple. Two single beds sat separated at the opposing wall, and a door, assumed to be closet, closed on the left. For all the things the mouse observed, the one thing she did not observe was a rabbit, and of course, that worried her. Lydia flinched when she heard a crack. It very well could have been the house settling, but for all the mouse cared, the twins were in the damn walls.

It didn't take long for one of the twins to enter the room. She held the glass of water, but Lydia couldn't help but wonder if it was the same one that said she'd refill it, given how conniving the girls were. "W-where's your sister?" asked Lydia, but she only got a shrug from the goth who handed her the water, "Probably the bathroom if I had to guess." Lydia was growing tired of trying to gauge the level of deceit in everything the twins did or said, and as a result, took the water this time without question, quaffing quickly. The rabbit pulled a wooden chair from a desk and offered it to Lydia before sitting on what she assumed was her own bed, palms planted on both sides, and chest out as she crossed one leg over the other. Lydia looked at the chair for a moment, if only out of paranoia. It was a simple thing, four wooden rods for back support, and four long pegs for legs and a cross rod for support beneath. Only thing that wasn't wood was the cushion on the seat to make it more comfortable to sit in. Lydia set the glass on the nearby desk, and sat in the chair, looking at the eerily cheerful rabbit.

"So, Lydia, my gods, look at you! Talk about a glow up! I gotta know, what happened?" the rabbit asked with enthusiasm that reminded Lydia more of customer service management than sincerity. The mouse had to think for a few seconds before answering, "We… don't have a clue. Doctors basically all shrugged." "Didn't they run any tests?" "No, said there was no point. Said whatever it could be was most likely genetic related. They assume it has to do with me being a hybrid." "Riiiight, your mother's a horse. It's been so long since I've seen her at a school event. How is she?" "Fine… I guess. Just working a lot." "I can't even imagine. She's so strong, providing as much as she does."

Lydia didn't know what else to say, so she felt it best to finally rip the proverbial band-aid off, "So, what do you want?" "Hm?" the bunny tilted her head to one side, still smiling. "You-… you said you knew a secret about me?" The bunny didn't even change her facial expression as she retorted. "Oh, that? Well, I suppose you know, we like to deal in both secrets, and the abnormal. So we just want to confirm." It was then that Lydia had a last ditch effort to put forth, "I have a lot of secrets. Which one are you talking about?" Now the bunny seemed amused, smiling wider as she leaned forward, chin in hand to speak, "Aren't you shrewd? But should you really be trying to call our bluff? We can just go ahead with the blackmail if you don't want to comply. Are you really in any position to negotiate?" As composed as Lydia tried to look, it was a hopeless facade of the face, but still she pressed on, "I'm just saying everyone has more than one secret most likely. If you lay out which one, I can confirm or clear up a misunderstanding. The goth tapped her chin for a moment. Sometimes it was better to use carrot, rather than stick. "Alright," she said, "we noticed right there on Monday. Sure, everyone saw how tall you are now, but it must have been distracting enough. Or rather, sitting next to you got us close enough to see. We saw quite the bulge in your pants, moving around, and we can only conclude: you aren't a girl, are you?"

This was it. Lydia put on her best confused face, and tensed her core to steady her breath. "I don't follow." The rabbit sighed, and rolled her eyes, "You have a penis." "What? You think I'm a boy? Fuck, I knew I've been flat growing up, but damn!" "Not like a boy, like a futanari." Lydia gave a scoff, and put on a slight smile, "Seriously? You blackmailed me here because you think I'm a fabled creature?" The goth bun narrowed her eyes, "So what do you make of us seeing something snaking down your pants?" Lydia shrugged, "I don't know, wrinkles moving?" The bunny sighed, "I suppose you're right. It was silly to think something so outlandish. I guess we saw what we wanted to see." "You're into that?" the mouse asked. "We're into the abnormal, kinda why we were looking at you in the first place. A mouse taller than anyone else in school? You'd look right at home in a carnival." Lydia scowled at that, before the goth added, "In a good way! People still look down on carnies, but they're quite cultured. They're just performers!" "Right… well, it's a long walk home, and I should get dinner started, so- oof!"

Lydia was about to stand up, make her escape, until she felt a pull on her wrists bring her back into her seat. It all happened so fast, she couldn't turn around that well with her wrists bound to the back rest of the chair, but it was obvious it was the second twin. She was so absorbed in making her case convincing, she didn't think to question the whereabouts of the other one. From the corner of her eye, the mouse saw the closet door was ajar behind her. The rabbit actually hid in her own closet to ambush her? "Sorry, Lydia, but did you really think we'd not confirm for ourselves? That was the plan all along!" the one who tied her hands chimed. The other rose up from the bed and walked over, looking at the ropes. "Lovely knot work, Delphine." Thank you, Daphne. I've been practicing all week for this."

Lydia panicked, pulling at her restraints to no avail. In a frenzy, she was about to stand up, chair and all, and make a run for it, but was promptly put back down by a pair of hands pushing on the back of the chair, and an entire bunny in her lap. "My, you sure are rambunctious," Daphne said as she put her arms around Lydia's neck, "Relax, we just need to confirm our suspicions." Daphne began grinding herself up and down her captive's lap. "Mmmm, and I think we have our answer, Delphine." Delphine was moving around in front of the mouse now, wrapping rope around the girl's legs, and the chair legs before tying them off. One rope for her hands, and one rope for each leg. These girls were planning to do this from the get go. "Please! Why are you doing this!?" Lydia pleaded, fear and consternation ripe in her voice. "We told you," Daphne said, still dry humping their prisoner, "We have an affinity for the abnormal." "Ok! Fine! I admit it! You got me! Happy!?" "Oh no," Delphine cooed, rising up from her final knot tied, "We can't take your word for it. We need to see it for ourselves."

A whimper escaped the mouse as she closed her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but all the rubbing was making her hard. She hadn't felt the need to fap at all this morning, but could certainly go for a session now. "Ready Daphne?" "Ready Delphine." The twins got on their knees as Lydia's pants button was popped, and zipper drawn. 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why does this keep happening!?' Lydia cursed to herself.

Fingers dug into Lydia's pants on both hips, four hands working in perfect unison to yank the trousers down over the mouse's ass, and bunch them down at her calves.

To say the twins were enamored with what they saw was an understatement. The sight of that prodigious member in the early stages of erection practically lit up their eyes, as neither of them spoke. Lydia kept her eyes shut as she cowered to herself, angry that her body betrayed her, for the cool air she felt titillated her length, as evidenced by the way the base tried to rise up, and the tip slithered that much more along her thigh. These lively motions were not missed by the bunnies, who looked at one another with open mouths turned wicked smiles. They wiggled their noses at the pungent aroma that wafted their way, all the more potent from the meat marinating in the hot walk over to their home. It was not a revolting scent, not to them. They shuddered, lips drying, forcing them to lick their lips as they drew closer to their object of obsession.

"Oh my gods. It's real. It's really real!" "I have to admit, I had doubts, but this? There isn't a doubt in my mind," the twins commented back and forth. With the cock draped over her left thigh, and Delphine being on her left, she was the first to reach out and touch it, taking gentle grasp in the middle. Lydia's eyes snapped open as she wiggled against her binds again in futility. "Whoa, it's so hot," Delphine said in awe. Daphne couldn't understand why that was a surprise to her sister, until she put a hand of her own on it. It was hot in the purest meaning of the word. It wasn't like running fingers through the belly fur of someone that had just been out in the sun, but something more, something with enough heat to bleed into their hands, warming them up.

"And what is this?" Delphine called out as she pinched the head of the mouse's penis to hold it upright. Her free hand dragged fingers over the fleshly pseudo-ring over and over, up and down, and Daphne's fingers followed suit to explored. They pinched, squeezed, tugged and more at it, sometimes trailing off to veins nearby as they all but appraised Lydia's penis. It looked like Daphne had an epiphany, and her sister noticed, "Her mother is a mare!" As she groped at the ring of flesh, Delphine caught onto what her sister was proposing, and the two shared a giggle.

"Lydia, why so sullen? This is nothing to be ashamed of." "So true! The rumors about her kind did not over-dramatize." "Mmmm, but is she just a show-er, or is she also a grower?" "Only one way to find out, sis!" Lydia gave a stark shriek of a squeak as the twins began moving their hands up and down her length. Their unison was eerily on point, as if both hands belonged to the same person, as if the twins shared the same nervous system. They were slow and gentle, but curious as thumbs moved to press on veins, or the head. After the initial shock of their hand job wore off, Lydia could feel her blood thinning, racing as arms, legs, torso and all had that weight of relaxation. Daphne, ever perceptive saw this, and nudged her sister. "Delphine, look." She moved in closer, nose practically against the length as she opened her grip to expose more to their observations. Delphine wasn't sure what to look for until it happened. Pulses of blood bulging like a bead within the veins near the base, rushing along the stalk, where it grew smaller at each bifurcation of the capillaries until it was too small to see. It took several seconds for another to arrive, but the conclusion was clear; they were getting this impressive pillar erect.

"It's getting heavier." "And I think we know why." "Oh yeah, we can see why." they giggled to each other as they continued their foreplay. "Why so taciturn, Liddy? You have two cute girls playing with your big, sweaty dick!" "Mhm, most girls would find it gross, but this is au naturale. Just some salt." "And surly no more unsanitary than kissing, swapping mouth flora and such." "Don't you like this, Lydia? Two girls stroking your hot, musky cock?" Lydia didn't respond. She was holding her breath, because she new, inhale or exhale, she would moan at the sensations and at the circumstances. "Not answering us? Aww…" "Well, she isn't protesting, so..." That was true. She could protest, but would it make a difference? She said "please" but she had never distinctly said "stop" or "let me go". It seemed a futile effort, wasted breath. No, that wasn't it. She was merely incapable of saying such things at this time. She could talk, sure. She could say any number of things, but she could not protest. Something within her would not let her. Not anymore.

Her tightened chest popped into a long moan when Delphine pulled her semi-erect member towards her, and dragged her tongue up it, breathing a happy breath against it as she did so. At the top, she slid it into her mouth, opening extra wide for her rabbit teeth to not graze too much, just enough to gently rake behind the corona, while her tongue poked into the slit, drawing another short shrill from the mouse, all ropes snapping taut as she reflexively tried to curl up at the sensation. Daphne pressed her cheek against her sister's, who popped off the head, and passed it to her to have a turn.

"Nnnnng~" came through the mouse's clenched teeth. Two girls taking turns teasing her dick was oddly gratifying in concept. If only it was happening on better terms. Daphne pulled off the penis with a satisfied sigh as she resumed slowly stroking it, thumb pressed firm on the urethra. "Haa~, Sister, I think Lydia here is a bit of a pervert." "I'm inclined to agree, sis. I've never seen a cock throb like this one before. She must be absolutely loving this." "Well, are you, Lydia?" They teased, as they leaned towards the mouse's hanging head. "If you're honest, we may be inclined to have a bit more fun." Lydia didn't answer them. She may be bound to a chair. She may be sexually played with by these two, but she'd never admit what they wanted to hear. She had pride dammit! She'd never- "I-I love it… More… please..." She screamed in her head at that still unfamiliar drive that delegated her words and actions in times like this.

The wordless whispers were becoming less unfamiliar with each interaction she had with women in this manner. With her eyes shut, she could imagine a fog rolling in around her, shrouding her, dulling her connection to her own body to impose it's own will. She could swipe, she could waft it away, but the more she struggled, the more it coalesced around her. At this point, she felt it better to not struggle, less she stir the proverbial fog, and speed up it's process of hijacking her for a time.

The twins smiled as they went back down to the confirmation they had spent the school week planning to get hold of. "Gracious, it isn't done getting hard, is it?" "Guess we know now she's also a grower." "Oh my gods, Daphne, look here," Delphine beckoned as she hefted one of the futa's fat nuts in her palm. "My word, why have such large gonads?" asked Daphne, hefting the other one. "I'd say she's compensating for something, but…" Both girls moved them around in their fingers, almost appraising them as they brimmed with both heat, and movement from both the sack, and the organs therein. "Jeez, sis, I think it's getting hotter! We're gonna start sweating if we stay down here." "Never mind that, look at the veins. They're definitely darker than before." Oh, you're right, goodness what a lovely dark red. Makes it look so visceral and menacing." Daphne went back to lavishing the length with licks, focusing on the head while her sister took both testes into her hands to knead and inspect. Between the two of them, they could note all the peculiarities this sex organ could display amidst their toying.

It didn't take much longer for Daphne to give a soft muffle of surprise as her mouth was capped over the head. She pulled away and swallowed. "Oh my gods, did you just cum?" she asked, but Lydia, trying to control her breath merely shook her head. "You shouldn't lie, Liddy," Daphne retorted, but was tapped by her sister, "I don't think she's lying, her balls haven't tensed at all." "But, she just gave me nearly a mouthful." Lydia groaned soft and low again as she shuddered in her seat, and both bunnies watched a mini fountain of fluid lurch from the girl's dick, course down her mast, and over her nuts. "See, sis? Her nuts are just so fat and productive, they're oozing out everywhere!" Daphne held her neck, the heat of the swig she swallowed still lingering, and sensually spoke, "Mmmm, you really are not normal, are you, Lydia?"

"How'd it taste, Daphne?" "Mmm, herbal? The word chlorophyll comes to mind, so I guess It tastes green?" Delphine giggled, "So you just drank a salad?" Daphne tried not to smirk, but it was certainly an apt way to describe it. "With bits of fruit," Daphne added. "Ooo~, healthy and sweet!" All while the twins had their back and forth, Lydia was still leaking steadily, subtle moans tailing the end of her breaths. "Hm? Oh, we didn't anticipate this," Delphine said, noting the drip of seminal fluid dampening the carpet. "Oh, yes, that could be a problem. I'll go get some towels. Keep her from making a bigger puddle," Daphne instructed, and made her way out of the room. "Mmm with pleasure," Delphine sighed as she placed a hand on each of the mouse's knees, and dipped head first into her lap to catch the trail of fluid on her tongue. From testes to tip she licked in one slow, groan inducing lick, before she suckled on the head, teasing the tip as this impressive penis still had some more growing to do.

Rope snapped taught on Lydia's calves as the perpetual head play was becoming overstimulating. "Haah~ W-wait wait wait wait! Too mu-uuuch tongue! Too sensitive!" Lydia finally began to protest. Delphine's eyes rolled upward, as if contemplating, before she swirled her tongue around the tip once more to draw a squeak and squirms from their captive. Lydia began to feel dizzy, be it worry and anxiety, lust, or a mix of both. It was getting hard to think straight, and she didn't like what that entailed. That little voice in the back of her mind was growing rowdy. It demanded she slam hips with someone, unaware, or perhaps uncaring, of her current situation. For the moment, Lydia pulled and twisted her arms in hopes to pull them free, but the ropes were much too thick for any one person to snap.

Daphne came back with a stack of towels and grinned, "Looks like you're having fun." Delphine pulled off the pre-oozing cock, stroking it as she chimed back, "You were right, a slight sweetness, with a prominent veggie taste." Delphine moved to the side as her sister laid a towel at the foot of their prisoner, and then another towel in front of that one, and another in front of that one, and finally a fourth in front of that one. Delphine was about to ask, but she caught on quick. "You don't think-?" "Oh, I do, and I'm hoping on it."

When Daphne went back to look at their toy, she couldn't contain her awe. Delphine hadn't noticed, unable to see with her mouth right on the head, but she had finally worked that rod to full size, and it did not disappoint. "My gods, look at this thing!" Daphne exclaimed as she reached out a down-turned palm, pressing the hot rod against Lydia's abdomen, and now staining the mouse's own shirt as she rubbed up and down at it. "Does she really think this thing will fit in women?" Delphine said in a mocking tone. Daphne added, "Probably intends to brute force it in, if the stories about her kind are anything to go off of." "Mmmm, insatiable, savage, and these fat balls ready to burst with cum. Think it's all for one poor girl, or for many when they go into a breeding frenzy?" Lydia groaned, and Daphne smiled all the wider as she felt the penis she had pinned throb and pulse.

Delphine also watched those orbs clench and brought her hand to her mouth in a faux sense of astonishment. "I think we found a fetish, sister." "We did indeed. Is that what gets you off, Lydia? Fantasizing about knocking up girls?" Lydia gave a weary groan in response as she wore a drunken look on her face, slack-jawed and eyes unfocused. "Fu-fu-fu~ So abhorrent! Futas are just mindless breeding machines," Delphine taunted as she gave those balls a bit of a squeeze, drawing another groan from their hostage. Daphne leaned into to a big, round ear, and asked in a most sultry way, "Do you wanna breed us?" The spew of pre-cum that gained considerable air time was answer enough, but that didn't stop the bunny from continuing to tease as she slowly stroked, "Want to see us both swelling together? Birthing at the same time?" Lydia's breathing turned into panting, audible and animalistic as her head lulled from side to side, almost too heavy for her neck. Delphine simply had to contribute as she massaged those cum factories, "You have to admit, sis, it does sound kinda hot. After all, we simply looooove the exotic, and only want the best. Haven't found a guy who could fit the bill… and after this, we may never find one!" "Mmmm, so true, Del, but would you really try to sit on this when the time came you wanted a kid? Too much of a good thing, and all." "You're right, Daph, but it should be manageable, so long as she can't take the reigns… like right now." "Fu-fu-fu, gonna be difficult to trap her in a chair a second time." "Oh, but we have our ways. Goodness, Lydia, you are really pulsing! Do you wanna let out all that futa cum?" "G-huhh~" "Oh no, she went stupid with lust," Delphine bemoaned. "Certainly more docile this way though," Daphne noted, and continued, "Best we take care of our new toy before we break her." Daphne began speeding up her stroking, pulling louder sounds from the mouse, but Delphine put her hand atop her twin's, stopping it. "We could do that, Daph, orrrr we can see if this keeps happening." Delphine lifted up those swollen testicles in both hands, showing her sister how they had become noticeably larger.

A whimper escaped the mouse, who could only barely understand their intentions, and the dread was all consuming. She hadn't felt this pent up since-... since a week ago when she 'gave it all to one girl' as Delphine had aptly described it. The dull ache of their fullness was setting in, and the silent look the twins gave each other was indication enough that they had made up their minds. The bunnies swapped places, letting Daphne settle down between the mouse's knees. The very sensation of a tongue on her glands made her eyelids twitch. That was not the more alarming of acts however. Through involuntarily winking eyes, Lydia watched as Delphine inched her short shorts down her thighs, revealing hot pink panties that hugged her hips with the utmost allure, digging into fur and flesh that tiny bit to give a pinch of her assets.

Such a sight should have delighted the horny mouse, but the last remnants of her lucidity watched on in horror. She felt utterly submerged in an ocean of her own desire, with only her face above the surface, but for how long? Those bunny hips swayed before swinging a leg up, and hands rested on her shoulders. Delphine let out a "Yip!" as the dowl of a dick swung up and thwapped her on the ass. "Mmmm, trying to force it through my panties and into me, Liddy? That was a heavy hit, but you'll need to do more than that if you're gonna get these goods," Delphine teased as she bent her lower back to drag her pert backside against the phallus behind her.

Lydia, now heavily salivating, almost choked on her spit as she let out a sharp moan. Delphine could feel how that cock was pressing between her cheeks, wedging her panties into the valley of her buttocks. All the better to squeeze her glutes against it as she gyrated her hips forward and back. Lydia's head was dead weight now, and would have fallen off the back of the chair were it not connected to her neck. Light sources seemed brighter, thoughts were muddy at best. The best course of action seemed to be to simply shut her eyes, and fall limp, whether she wanted to or not.

With eyes closed, she was more keen to the other goings on around her, which made the teasing all the more tortuous. The air was cool where Daphne's tongue had been, dampened by both lavishing licks, and her hot breath upon her tool. She felt the heat of Delphine's mound as it moved along her abdomen, ever so humid with the rabbit's own arousal while she not-so-dry humped the bound mouse. She could even feel the bunny's pussy twitch as it bumped over her pseudo ring over and over. Sounds had also become more acute. Delphine's breath was at the forefront, but with the faintest of moans at the end. Daphne's lip smacking, suction popping, tongue swirling indecency played in time with her sister's sounds, completing the hedonistic duet.

The sensations she felt were also felt all the more. The pliable sliding of a wriggling tongue running from tip to the underside of her sack seemed all the more titillating as it traced the veins along her organ. The soft cotton of panties caused her dick to buck as it slid along the glands, coaxing more fluids to be lapped up by the rabbit. Delphine's weight was also more noticeable. She wasn't heavier by any means, but in this stupor, it was like the mouse could more acutely feel the weight of the teen atop her. The scents were the only thing not heightened as the indiscernible perfume the rabbits chose had been ever present since she stepped into the room.

As the bunnies cruelly stimulated their prey, Delphine laid herself against the mouse, arms draped over the back of the chair, and cheek right alongside Lydia's. Her breaths directly into one ear near echoed in the futa's head, and so too did her murmurs, "To think the meek, little Lydia was a pervert all along. Bet you were ecstatic that you turned into a freak of nature. Don't misunderstand, that's a compliment. You stand out above the masses, and it will definitely work to your benefit." Lydia was without any reaction to the twin's words, but the bun knew she was listening. "Still, nothing will come of it if you remain this docile. You're tall, hung, put men to shame, and even sport femininity that a lot of women want. If they could get the dick, and leave behind the boorish machismo of most men, they would. That's where you can shine." "Del, are you giving her a pep talk?" "Just playing into her dirty little fetish. She should understand that she's a stud, and studs breed."

Daphne leaned her head on one of Lydia's thighs as she gingerly pumped the ever oozing cock so she could get a few words in. "You gotta wonder if any kids she sires will also be tall. It is a genetic thing after all. She could herald a new generation of taller mice, forever changing the dynamic of their people." "Mmm, I think she's less interested in what the kids will look like, and more into just making them. I'm right, aren't I? You feel big and strong knocking a girl up. Powerful for staking your claim to a womb for a few months, marking a woman as one of your conquests." Both girl's got a subtle reaction from the mouse in the form of her writhing dick that beat against Delphine's backside, because they were both right. The futa reveled in the thought of taking a woman as a concept that she was superior to her male counterparts, but she was also thrilled by the genetic roll of the dice to see what offspring she could spawn.

Delphine bore a dark spot near the waistline of her panties in the back, trailing down the middle of her posterior from the bucking dick that had been slinging seminal fluids, and Lydia's cock was sheen with various sources of moisture, but never ending in it's own supply of fluids. The better half of an hour had passed and Lydia's testes had swollen to a concerning degree. Gone were the poultry egg sized orbs. It now resembled two ripe mangoes stretching a worn leather sack, the wine red veins appearing ready to burst with every pulse. The twins didn't tire of teasing their toy either, ever diligent, be it in their lust, or their devious ways. Observing the steady, noticeable rate of growth in those orbs certainly spurred them on. "How's it looking down there?" asked Delphine as she turned around to sit in Lydia's lap with her ass to the futa's abdomen. Daphne looked at their handiwork longer than her sister anticipated. "Daphne?" "We may have overdone it, sis," Daphne finally responded, using both hands to gently hoist the gonads up with care. A twinge of thrill shot through Delphine. Half of it was arousal, but the other half was fear. "Oh fuck. That doesn't look healthy. Sorry Lydia. We may be evil at times, but we aren't monsters," Delphine looked back to apologize, even though there was not an inkling of consciousness in the mouse.

Lydia herself had long since gone head underwater to the ever building lust, and agony. The twins were right; It was not healthy for her nuts to have swollen to such an extent, and now every single beat of her own heart hurt them, like a fist was squeezing them in rhythm with her pulse. "We better take responsibility for this," Daphne proposed, and the way Delphine slid her soft cotton covered mound against the length showed she was inclined to do more than tease now. One arm curled around Lydia's neck, she pinched the angry looking breeding rod between thighs and huffed into Lydia's ear. "Ok, little mousie, we're done teasing you. Go ahead and cum your brains out." "More likely cum her brains back in. She's been out of it this entire time," Daphne retorted before focusing on sucking directly on the pre-flowing cock head, and tongue swirling around the tip. Both twins were putting their all into it now, and the almost wheezing moans from Lydia's throat was reaction enough after being inert for so long. "That's it, cum for us. Show us what futas are really capable of!" Delphine cooed as she ran fingers along the back of her captive's skull.

The wheeze like moans came in harsh huffs, hyperventilating. The severity, climbing, shook Lydia's vocal cords, bringing those sounds along with it. The chair creaked, and Delphine felt their prey's body tense as arms, legs and more suddenly snapped in flexion, before relaxing again. Waves of nerve impulse crashed like thunder through Lydia's entire being. Like waves in the ocean, most were mild, yielding twitches from her, but every so often a large one would hit her, and her entire body would pull at her binds as Lydia drooled through gritted teeth. But those larger waves were coming more frequently. Delphine felt the rearing dick pressing firm at her mound as she rode along it, more than wet in her own right. "Yes, yes! Do it! Cum!" Delphine commanded.

The wail that Lydia let out was a pained one. From behind clenched jaw she let out a tortured sound as her release was not entirely pleasurable. She was finally cumming, but it hurt to cum. The shudder in her testes before it began had startled Daphne into sitting back and leaning on her hands, but when the first shot bulged and burst from the cock, Daphne further fell backwards, for fear of being hit with the harsh ejaculate. The trail of towels may have been of use if they brought Lydia to coitus at the start, but the initial shot was just that, a shot. It fired over all the towels, and hit the wall over ten feet in front of her with harsh splat! Who knows how far it'd reach if there wasn't a wall in the way. The second gush was just as forceful, as was the third, and barely the fourth, but something was wrong, and only Lydia knew it. Copious as her emissions were, they were never like this. Each successive salvo didn't reach as far, hitting uncovered carpet first, then the furthest towel and so on, but even as force lessened every fusillade, the volume did not. One burst alone was as abundant as the full orgasm of three or four men, and here she was pushing out her twelfth rope, thirteenth, and finally fourteenth. Each one carried relief, but just as much pain from her strained epididymis, vas deference, and seminal vesicles.

When it was all finally over, the silence would have been deafening were it not for the exhausted struggles for breath that came from the bound mouse. The twins looked on in awe, and maybe even a bit of horror at the result of their actions. Eyes shifted back and forth to each other, and to the extended trail of semen Daphne had to crawl away from during it all. The room, though spacious enough for the twins to cohabitate, was already growing warmer as the miasma of futa cum effused into the air. The twins didn't know what to say. Simple "Whoa"s and "Oh my gods"s didn't do justice to what they had just witnessed. Finally, Daphne merely softly spoke as she said, "I'm gonna go clean that before it sets…" as she almost mechanically rose to her feet, and left the room to find cleaning supplies.

Delphine nodded, feeling rigid, something akin to afraid, and as her sister left the room, she relaxed, resting upon the mouse. Their heads would be side by side were it not for Lydia being limp everywhere except her dick. Delphine's voice seemed breathy despite being under far less duress than her captor, "You are… definitely something else…" The rabbit took a deep breath as she sat up to admire the raw, powerful pulse of the penis nestled betwixt her thighs. "And this thing," she trailed a middle finger tip down the length, "is gonna bring us so. Much. Fun," she punctuated her last words with her finger tapping on the tip. The bunny leaned forward a bit more to see the state of the orbs below, and reached down to gently cup them. She shuddered. They were still so large, so heavy, so warm, and pulsed against her palm. "Mmmm, don't worry. We'll take care of this. It's our fault you're like this after all."

Delphine's words may as well have gone in one big, round ear, and out the other. Lydia wasn't fully in her faculties at the moment, or at all for that matter. It was as if she was floating within the recesses of her mind, and within her mind, she had a remembrance. Echoing within that void of her psyche were words she had recently heard, in the voice that recently spoke them. "How could it know it would receive a positive reinforcement from the act? It would need a driving force before that one, a more primal one: aggression." Bound hands behind the chair squeezed into fists. "For millions of years, chemicals that were part of sexual maturity coincided with, or also functioned to stir aggression in the creatures," the words echoed in their implications. "Of course, while effective as this evolutionary trait was, it had it's... disadvantages."

"Hrrrg. Hnnrrg," guttural grunts came faintly from the mouse, growing louder with each breath. Delphine looked behind her to see her captive snarling, pulling at her restrains, not in the jerking way she had desperately done at the start, but a constant pull. "Oh? Look at you. Such a big and scary beast," the bunny teased as she began to wiggle her backside in Lydia's lap, her little tail fluttering to add temptation. "Not gonna snap those ropes though. You aren't some super Anthro sapien. You're just a horny little mouse." Delphine was right about one thing; Lydia wasn't going to produce the hundreds of pounds of force needed to rip the ropes, but the twins did not take into account one very dire factor; the chair they placed her in was cheaply manufactured with equally cheap wood.

A back rest consisting of a few wooden rods, and her arms bound to but one of them, a noticeable cracking sound raised the rabbit's ears. She didn't have time to process the source of the sound before another crack sounded off, making Delphine startle in the mouse's lap. "HRRRRRRNG!" Lydia near roared through her teeth as one last, immense crack split the wooden rod in half.

Without the rod to be bound to, the ropes and knot had enough give to writhe her hands free. Delphine was pushed forward and off, and Lydia gripped the edge of her seat as she gnarled, a gnarl that rose in ferocity as she pushed on the edge of her seat as she pulled her legs to break them free too. While the chair legs were thicker, they were only connected to the seat and supports by shoddy glue work, where they popped free, rendering the chair disassembled, and the mouse free, albeit with a chair leg tied to each calf.

Delphine, still on her hands and knees, was too stunned to do anything but look on in terror as their captive rend themselves from their constraints, and that lack of action would be her folly.

Lydia was on the teen bunny in an instant, a hand clutched the back of that long-eared head and pushing it to the ground. Delphine's arms buckled under the weight, leaving her face down, and ass up. "Ahg! Hey! Get off me!" the rabbit demanded, but her words fell on deaf ears. She managed to turn her face to the side, but was still pinned under the angry hand of the futa, squishing her cheeks and making it hard to speak. Her breath hitched when she felt her panties dig into the front of her thighs, as Lydia was pulling them to near tearing up, around, and down the bunny's butt. Panic was now setting in for the captive once captor as she gave a shriek of alarm, "Shit! Daphne! Help!" Lydia was heaving breaths like a hungry beast as she grabbed the base of her angry dick and lined it up with the soft, sodden folds of one of the twins.

Daphne ran back through the threshold, cleaning chemicals in hand, just in time to see a monster of a cock lined up with a hole nigh identical to her own. A visage of herself being mounted, and her sister looking at her with desperation. The open mouth look of worry Daphne bore slowly crept into a smile. "What the fuck Daphne?! Hurry!" The pinned twin shouted. Daphne gave a catty shrug and responded, "Sorry, Del, my hands are tied."

Delphine had only a moment to put on a look of sheer malice to her sister, before the large insertion from behind took control of her nerves and contorted her face in varying expressions from shock, to discomfort, to pleasure, and everything and anything between them. Her arms lashed out to the sides hoping to find anything to grab, be it to save her, or just hold onto for dear life. The slow yet unyielding cock speared into her, and the stretch it put on her nubile passage made her blood rush, full of adrenaline. When Del felt the hot cock head press against her cervix, she gave out a high pitched noise, and her arms shot out in front of her.

Daphne sauntered over to the other desk chair, the one not utterly dismantled, set the carpet cleaner bottle on the desk, and sat down to watch the show unfurl. Her sister coughed out a groan laden with spittle, nearly pushed from her mouth by the plunge of the mouse, inward from behind. The once haughty rabbit was reduced to a saliva choked mess, and her counterpart looked on in sadistic amusement. Delphine felt full, too full. Maybe if the mouse paced herself in wedging the fat log into her fertile depths, but a single, agonizing bore inward made her entire abdomen fire off in neural panic. She swore she felt the thing putting pressure on her spine! Was this it for her? Was she going to die by fat cock? It was a silly notion to any size queen, but to an inexperienced teen, the notion felt real.

Lydia didn't sit still for long, and slowly pulled back out to begin her flurry of fucking. The backstroke was just as alarming to Delphine, if not more. Now she was fearful her vagina was being pulled inside out by the over sized breeding spire. In reality, her fertile passage certainly had some grip on the receding pillar, but nowhere near that extent. Still, despite how drenched she was, no amount of lubrication was going to abate her ordeal. Daphne watched in lurid amusement as a replica of herself was being forced to endure that menacing mass of meat, and the impact it had on the body. She shuddered seeing the squamous flesh of her sister's pussy cling to the withdrawing phallus, and tightened her kegels upon seeing her vulva pull inward from the push back in. Her hand gravitated to her shorts, popping the button, and hovering below her navel before sliding along her furred tummy, and down over her own aroused petals.

And so Lydia began her mindless ministrations. Slow, heavy, and merciless were her thrusts, but of course she hadn't hilted in the rabbit. Not yet. Now it was Delphine's turn to tune out of reality, save the jerking motions brought on by the firm blow of Lydia's battering ram against her cervix. The futa mouse wasn't within her own mind to use more tact, like angling to push her way into a fornix. No, this mental state only had one muscle memory, and that was to lancinate a womb door.

Where one twin endured a hefty dose of instant karma, the other reveled in the greater debauchery. One hand dipped between her folds, while the other cupped her cheek in depraved delight. It was her body she saw defiled, her voice she heard cry out, weaker and weaker, and to a point, it was her disdain towards herself she felt, knowing she betrayed her sister. Delphine lay limp, hind end supported by clutching hands. Her cheek pushed against the carpet as her face lay to the side, eyes partially open, and tongue lolled partway out of her mouth.

While Del's psyche tried to disassociate from the present ordeal, the rabbit herself was too filled with emotions to be comfortably numb. Either that, or a particular blow to the cervix fired the right neurons to jolt the bunny back to reality. In either event, Daphne saw the lucidity return to her sister. "Well, how is it, sis?" she asked. Delphine gave the angriest snarl a rabbit had ever worn and simply groaned out, "Daphneeeeeee!" Daphne gave a catty cackle as she leaned forward and into her sister's face. "What's wrong, Del. Doesn't it feel good?" "Hrrk! It feels like- I'm being split- ung! in two- by a literal- unf! Wedge!" Delphine grimaced out through the barrage on her body. A shudder ran through Daphne, from both the description, and the sheer hatred painted on her sister's face. "Oh my, sounds rough. Glad it isn't me down there," Daphne taunted, fueling her sister's seething rage further. "When I get- ouuu! out of hereeeee..," "Oh, don't be like that. We both knew it would happen eventually. We spent so many years plotting against others that we feared one of us would get the other. No honor among thieves and all that. It was just convenient I didn't need to get my hands dirty," As much as Delphine hated the current predicament, and her sister's words, it was true. If the roles were reversed, they'd still be identical, just with her flaunting over her harshly rutted sister.

"The family will be so disappointed with you getting pregnant before graduating. A shame our twin-ship will end, but one of us needs to be the 'good child'," Delphine's furrowed brows raised high, and her eyes widened at her sister's words. "W-wait!" she tried to protest as he sister moved herself behind the fucking duo. She got on her own knees next to the frenzied mouse and cooed sweet thoughts in her ear. "Is she tight? I bet she is. She's a virgin after all, if you don't count all the toys we've experimented with. We've gotten good at using other's card info to buy those, and other things, online. But I digress. She's perfect for you. Young and ripe, no other cock before you. You could mold her into your own fuck toy… your own personal breeding bitch." Lydia made a seething growl through her barred teeth as she focused on fucking the lagomorph beneath her. Delphine gave a squeal of alarm from the cock burrowing into her was coming on harsher.

"D-Daph! Stop! Don't!" the defiled Delphine protested. Even with words alone, Del could feel the effect they had on the mouse. She felt the change in throbbing of the veins against her vaginal walls. The head of that cock pressed firm against her cervix, twitching, tugging at it, the warmth of the pre-cum that had gushed through and was pooling in her womb, creating a spot of dull warmth on her lower abdomen, and all the added dread of knowing things would somehow get worse. With each blow to her very core, she felt her last line of defense growing more and more worn down. She felt the bulbous head of her prisoner-turned assailant pressing that much further past her ring, and worst of all, she heard her sister goading Lydia.

"Mmmm, but that fat cock of yours is yet to get balls deep. You wanna knock her up, don't you?" Daphne asked, and then leaned in to whisper, "Then do it. Fuck her womb." With a growl rising from her, Lydia re-gripped her fingers on the bunny's hips, and with hyper-focused tact, broke past Del's cervix. The bunny beneath was on the verge of insanity. Just when her body couldn't fathom feeling fuller, the new level of penetration was sending both her adrenal response and fight or flight into disarray.

"Aeiiiiiiiiii!!!" the bunny's head rose from the floor as she wailed. Her heart felt fit to burst from her rib cage with all the panic set within her. All other noises from her after that, were cries, tempoed by the mouse's hip crashes, of either sorrow, or pleasure. It was hard to tell which. Delphine's insanity was only further brought on by the pseudo ring that was trying to pop past her opening immediately after the head of that fat fucker popped past her cervix.

Daphne looked on in aroused horror at the culmination of recent life choices. To think in a few different circumstances, it could have been her on her hands and knees, having her back blown out by this beast of legend. "H-haah. Lydia, you're a monster..," she quivered. A tentative hand reached out to press on her sister's stomach, and recoiled as she confirmed what she thought. The feeling of a bulge, proof of that thing running rampant inside of her sister. Her eyes flicked from the mouse, to the hip on hip collisions, to her sister's distraught face, drinking it all in. Another wicked idea crossed her mind as she took hold of one of her sisters arms, and lifted it. She felt like she was playing with fire as she brought the arm to Lydia's grip on the twin's hips, and pressed on Lydia's forearm to coax her. In a flash, the futa's grip switched to hold the offered wrist, and Daphne hurriedly shuffled to the other side of her sister to do the same with her other arm.

Like that, Delphine's head hung from her shoulders as her aggressor pulled upon her arms to pummel her womb all the better. Now Daphne could see what she had previously felt, and once more she trembled with delight. Over and over, that piston of a penis distended her sister's midsection, and she replaced her hand upon it to feel it in greater detail. "Oooh, this is so hot," she moaned to herself as her free hand returned to jilling herself.

Daphne was drunk on a cocktail of morbid curiosity, and uninhibited lust, and it showed as she feverishly fingered herself, and panted more words to the monster they created. "That's it, Lydia. Do it! Fuck her hard! You're not a one and done kind of gal. I wanna see you cum in her. Knock her up! You'd like that, wouldn't you? Multiplying like rabbits with a rabbit? Leave her a teen mom, only to rut her again and again with even more children? Do it. Breed her! Watch her belly swell as the school year progresses!" Delphine was far too strained to quip back, and Lydia was too far gone to do more than revel in the thoughts supplied to her, added to the pot of those she already had, which were much of the same.

Lydia was beginning to pant as the minutes of mating carried on. A nice heaping of seminal fluid had accumulated in the bunny's womb, sloshing from the violent hip thrusts, but still warm and very much felt by Daphne's groping hand. When the beat of fucking increased, Daphne felt her heart skip a beat with thrill. "Oh? Is it finally time? I've been waiting too long for this. Do it! I wanna feel it! Knock up my sister!" she near cried out in hysteria. Dyed hair and ears lashed about the hanging head of Delphine who was still ever aware of her oncoming fate, but powerless to stop it. Even Daphne could feel the bulge throbbing more and more as the climax approached, and when it did, Daphne reached her orgasm alongside Lydia.

Lydia was snarling, a bit of drool upon her chin, pushed through her gritted teeth by her hissing grunts. It was like feeling a bicep flex to Daphne, and each time the heat of her sister's stomach grew, she came all the harder while listening to the muffled splatters of semen against her sister's insides. Lydia came just as hard as she had when bound to the chair, which is to say, more than she had any one time she spent alone at her computer, and even more than what had been trapped in the condom in her neighbor last week.

Everyone was breathing heavily, coming down from various highs. Lydia let go of her prey's wrists, and they fell to the floor with a thud. Daphne felt a bit drunk in post coital bliss, but sobered a bit by the sound of arms falling to the floor. She watched as Lydia pushed on her sister's ass while standing up, and the cock pulled out with a viscous schlick sounded all the more menacing as it was still hard, covered in the secretions of both the female and intersex variety. Now seeing the still aroused tool, Daphne realized she wasn't safe at the present. Her own legs were shaky from her own orgasm, but she pulled herself up using the bedside nearby. "Well, you certainly are insatiable, but I'm sure my sister is more than willing to help you out until you're nice and drained," Daphne tried to play off her retreat. A shiver ran down her spine as the nigh feral mouse directed her attention to the simple stimulus of a voice. Lydia looked at Daphne, but didn't necessarily see her. All she saw, heard, smelled, and more, was another fertile womb for her to sow her seed into.

Daphne could feel impending doom welling up, and was not above making a less than graceful retreat. "Uh, yeah, so you two have fun, I'm just gonna-" Daphne tried to back away from the raging sex fiend, but her left foot wouldn't budge. Her head whipped down, and her heart sank. A hand with a death grip on her ankle. Delphine may have been fucked to the point of exhaustion, but spite was a powerful driving force. With the last strength she could muster, she clung to her sister, cementing her in place as Lydia encroached upon her. "Hey! Let go- No! Ahg!" Daphne shouted as she tried to kick herself free of her twin's grasp, but it was too late; Lydia was upon her, toppling her to the floor, on her back. Tired eyes looked down and behind herself, as Delphine spat out, "Twins do everything together, bitch," before letting her hind end fall over sideways, and she laid inert.

"Dammit!" Daphne cursed as she tried to push Lydia off of her, but the mouse was not to be denied, not in her state, not by a deceptive little rabbit. Being just shy of a full foot taller than someone certainly gave them leverage over their opponent, and while Daphne was busy trying to push away the futa with her hands, the sex hungry teen had taken Daphne's legs by the ankles and folded the bunny over. The rabbit was even more vulnerable now, her own legs used against her to keep her pinned on her back, and unable to sit up. To make matters worse, she had already undone her pants while enjoying the rut of her sister, so it took little effort for Lydia to pull them, along with her panties, over her upturned ass, and off her legs, leaving Daphne bottomless.

A twinge of sorrow shot through Daphne's very being, but it wasn't like she didn't deserve it, and she knew as such. It was just worrisome to know, to a degree, what was in store for her. She had seen how her sister's body stretched and warped to accommodate the girthy girl dick, and the harsh, forceful fucking the futa was capable of. Even now, looking between the gap in her thighs, at her mons, the pulsing cock looked too fat for her petite passage, making her clench her tunnel shut. She knew it was futile, but that didn't make her body tense any less.

She also knew she had to relax those tensing muscles lest she make the situation worse for herself. A part of her felt she was surrendering herself for doing so, but she didn't even give that thought a consideration. This was about surviving with as little burden as possible, so she may return to her wily ways as soon as possible. So what if she was about to get the fucking of her life, and said fucking be her first one ever? She'd just- "Hnnnng!" Daphne grunted, her inner bravado quickly being pushed out of her. So much for fake it til you make it, or putting up a tough front. She was fooling herself. She'd seen what became of her sister, and being identical meant she'd suffer all the same.

Sure, there was a small fizzle of pleasure to start. Her vulva parting naturally felt nice, until it was parted too much. Like her sister, she was petite, she was virginal in tightness. A cock this thick shouldn't be her first. She had no say in the matter. Pleasure quickly turned to discomfort, and panic flooded her veins. Still looking down her body at the insertion, she could see her breasts bouncing up and down. Her heart was beating against her rib cage enough for her to see. Nothing like a visual representation of one's own panic to put things into perspective.

It wasn't pure, unfiltered pain. There was certainly a dull, throbbing ache, and that throbbing was most likely from the veiny shaft spearing into her. Discomfort certainly seemed the most apt word, and it flashed in the rabbit's mind over and over, for it was a feeling that at any moment, the slightest, wrong move, and it would all instantly convert to pain. To make it worse, it also felt like it could turn to pleasure instead. Like she was teetering on a fine edge, and could fall either way.

With every thrust, her mind flashes with a disbelief that things can't get any more intense. It wasn't a conscious thought. It was that feeling of discomfort, that proverbial pin point she was teetering on that could fall to either pain or pleasure, and it kept rising higher and higher, forewarning her fall was not only inevitable, but would be all the more immense when it did come.

Finally, feeling the hot, puffy cock head press at her cervix, Daphne gave a vocal gasp. Sure, her entire canal felt a pressure, but this was a different kind of pressure. The pressure of fullness threatened an intense fucking, but the pressure of weight pushing at her barrier threatened something much worse: a breeding. As she felt a hot spurt of seminal fluid splatter both against and through said barrier, she knew it wasn't a threat, it was a guarantee.

Amidst her haywire thoughts and emotions, Daphne was beginning to understand just exactly what she had put her sister through. Was there regret? Not exactly, but she was quickly getting a better understanding of how dire things were becoming, not just because the generous gush of futa fluids alone felt like they could impregnate her (and that was a very big reason) but because the back stroke pulling the cock from her body was deciding which way that immense discomfort would fall.

She remembered seeing her sisters labium grip as the mouse receded, and knew the same was happening to her, but to not only feel that grip, but also the slick friction setting off a million tiny fireworks from her pussy to her brain and back told her that maybe overwhelming pleasure would be more of a mental stress than overwhelming pain would have been. Suspicions were reinforced as the mouse pushed back in, and back out, each time a bit more discomfort melding into pleasure, starting her descent into brain breaking dissipation.

The rocking sensation began to whisk the bunny away. Hey gaze swayed, staring at the brute above, but she couldn't focus her sight on a single thing. All other senses were near numb when compared to the insurmountable euphoria she endured constantly. Every knock against her cervix chiseled away another layer of her sanity, and all she could do was struggle to stay in control of her motor functions. Were Lydia more lucid, she would laugh at the way her ministrations made the rabbit's facial muscle twitch, contorting her face in the most humiliating fashion.

It wasn't long before all parties in the room were gasping, panting, grunting or otherwise, but that was abruptly interrupted by Daphne's cervix finally giving way like her sister's, drawing a shriek that spoke of the teen's inability to cope with her current ecstasy. Much like her sister, all following vocals from Daphne were in time with the mouse pounding into her, pushing them out of her as she was unable to handle the orgasmic bliss wrought unto her.

In her rabid state, all that had just happened to Lydia, and all that was soon to happen, felt a near repeat of the first bunny. From the tightness of their tunnels, to the same peculiar bumps and ridges, the way they were identical in these regard was eerie. It would be impressive if the mouse remembered how they felt once she came back to her senses. For now though, the futa teen was hyper-focused on one goal: Harsh, unforgiving breeding.

With the intensity the mouse maintained, it was a wonder how she was not exhausted after the first round of rutting. Blows weren't blistering fast, but they were still a constant tempo, fast enough that one could dance to them. Couple that with the fact that the mouse was not a quick shot, and even the healthier populous would have sore abdomens after a single fucking, anyone would be dying for a breather, much less a refractory period. Yet, here was Lydia, crashing downward into her second pussy of the night with only a sucking gasp in her animalistic grunts to hint her stamina was not infinite.

Heavy testes clapped louder than with the other sister as the angler of her upturned thighs gave her cheeks an impressive percussion. Aside from that, there was little else of note from all parties. Two had been fucked into a stupor, while one was fucking in a frenzy. All lurid dialogue was exhausted, all sultry ideas have left each pretty little head, and all that remained was baser in instinct.

Much like her sister, Daphne soon felt a torrent of viscous rodent virility near burn her very womb. Unlike her sister, she came while being inseminated, most likely still sensitive from the fingering she gave herself prior to being mating-pressed. The pressure of thick fluid acutely blasting at the back of her womb made the orgasm all the more violent, making the bunny convulse under her stud, and she continued to twitch and jerk long after Lydia finished her generous donation of DNA, and pulled herself from the rabbits well fucked tunnel.

But that didn't mean it was over. Oh no. Lydia had been teased, and edged to the point that each orgasm hurt, albeit less with each emission, but the throb of burden was still there, and the mouse had yet to return to her senses. Whatever part of her took the reigns when she got like this had the smallest tinge of vindictiveness. Enough to persist in it's desire to pacify the ache between her legs.

Daphne, being freshly fucked, would probably be out for a while, but Del had been given the entire rutting of her sister to recuperate. It wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but it was enough for the bunny to be aware she was being manhandled, and instantly grunt in reluctance. She was slung onto the bed, legs hanging over the edge, and her swollen, sodden sex on display. Feeling the thick intruder pike its way into her, Del could only give a groan that was weak, yet harsh as she could.

The sex remained silent. Only grunts, slaps, groans and bed creaks. For one this was about relieving their balls, with a twinge of spite, and for the other it was holding on for dear life. Lydia bear hugged both the rabbit's legs as she battered away, hypnotized by the rocking sensation of the girl's body slightly out of rhythm with her own thrusts visualized by the difference in the back and forth between Del's torso, and the mouse's dick.

Matters played out without pause. No one would come to the twin's aid. They planned to have the mouse in their midst without disruption. A contingency plan for containment breach had not been accounted for, so when the second helping of mouse semen was given to Delphine, she had no choice but to accept it. Already full from the first flood of mouse cum she'd taken, the alarming sensation of feeling her tummy tighten, and pressure building in her womb threw the gothy girl into a harsh orgasm of her own. She wanted desperately to clutch the swell her stomach was growing, but still felt all energy sapped from her being, and the unusual heat, once dulling and lingering, was refreshed within her core.

The image of a once tight tummy now curved with her abundance of cum would only serve to persist Lydia's arousal, and while the discomfort from forcefully blasting rope was subsiding, she was not done yet. After all, it wasn't very proper to give one twin more attention than the other.

Daphne was still a rag doll on the floor when Lydia, with breath held and a grunt, heaved her onto the other unoccupied bed, face down, and ass outward. Ass shaped like a peach, and the fluffy bunny tail the leaf atop it, Lydia sank both hands into it, parting them so her dick could find her sex, and dilate it once again. Once back in the bunny, Lydia hunched over her. Hand planted firmly on the bed, helping keep her mounted so she could drive herself in with enough force to slide the bed away, until the nightstand on the opposing side chocked it from going further. But even at this point, the berserk nature of the mouse was succumbing to fatigue, and hands on the bed turned to elbows, which eventually turned to the mouse simply laying atop Daphne, while sloppily slamming herself into her backside. This only meant it took longer for the white furred teen to reach her upcoming orgasm, subjecting Daphne to an extended churning of the cum already within her.

The final orgasm approached in time, and when it did, Lydia, in a final fit of spite, pushed herself back up on her hands, but took both of Daphne's long ears in a fist, and pulled on them, lifting the over fucked girl's head as the flood gates are opened one last time. Exactly like her sister, Daphne could feel her midsection growing outward with hot seed, pressing into the comforter and bedding beneath, feeling all the tighter from her own weight pressing on it.

It was over. Hours had passed. The room reeked of a peculiar cum and brutal sex. All the exhaustion of her four bouts hit Lydia all at once, and as she stepped back to pull herself from the quivering sex of the teen, she stumbled, and fell on the floor, against the bed behind her. She tilted her chin upward as she began to really breathe. She was more winded than her sprint on the field day prior, by a lot. She closed her eyes, focused on her chest rising and falling, her own limbs feeling like jelly from their overexertion. Little by little, she was coming to. It started with self-awareness, physical first, and identity thereafter. Memory dripped back to her, and recounting that she was tied up and teased/tortured, it was becoming woefully familiar to her as to what had transpired.

She couldn't remember all of it. She remembered flashes of it. The crack of wood, the smoky, goading words of one rabbit. Still images of the twins in various poses, on their knees, on their backs, on their beds. Come to think of it, shouldn't there be a pair of legs draped over the bed, next to her head? Did it matter? What's done is done, and she was still gluttonously choking down oxygen, and would continue to do so until- ka-chink!

The metallic sound came with a cold sensation on her still wet gonads. The fuzzy carpet wasn't felt beneath it now, but rather cold metal. It gave the tired mouse a startle, and lowering her chin to look down, she saw her dick… encased? Like a small, metal rib cage, a round spine curved along the length of it, with multiple bars crossing it, perpendicular, and curled to make rings around her girth. At the end of it, a shell encapsulated the head of her cock. She tried to get up, but she was still so tired. In her movements though, she felt the tightness of a ring around both the base of her cock, and her scrotum, snugly hugging them both. At the top of the base of her dick was a lock, small, but metal all the same, giving the mouse a foreboding dread of futility as the situation was dawning on her.

Beside her, on her belly, was Delphine, who amidst the rutting of her sister had managed to brandish the device, and clamber herself up to the mouse while she was too tired to notice. Lydia didn't even see a key on the bunny that she could wrestle from her and undo the lock. She was probably still too winded to try that even if she did see a key. A hand pried and pulled at the hard metal, hope someway, somehow her gonads would slip free, however futile the thought was.

"Looks… like… you got it on her...Del," Daphne managed to say through heavy breaths. "Sure did… Daph," Delphine responded, perfectly satisfied laying on the floor where she was. "Wasn't sure… it'd fit," Daphne quipped, where Delphine replied, "Same. Thank gods… for custom orders." "No hard… feelings?" Daphne asked, the curl of a smile on the edge of her lips. Without seeing, the same smirk was growing on Delphine, "Nah. Was thinking how… to get you first…" Lydia was only half listening to the twins as she pulled at the lock, twisting frantically in hopes to snap it, but to no avail. "W-what are you two talking about!?" Lydia frantically questioned, the fearful timid mouse returned from the beast the rabbits had endured for the past few hours.

"Isn't it obvious?" Delphine snickered, regaining composure and pushing herself up on her elbows to look at the worried futa, "We were so certain of what you had, we wanted it all for ourselves." Daphne, still recovering, slumped off of the bed to her knees, arms and head resting on the bed as she looked over her shoulder, "Can't have others trying to- nnng, get in your pants. Not without our permission at least."At a loss for words, Lydia stared wide eyed, flicking gaze from the girls, to her cock cage and back, "W-what?" "We own this cock now. It doesn't get to leave its cage unless we say it does." "W-what!?" "Don't worry though, we have plenty of ideas we're sure you'll love, as long as you're at our beck and call." "W-WHAT!?!?"