Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

1. A Condom Big Enough for a Futa

A Condom Big Enough for a Futa

MisterretsiM

Summary:

A young man gets cucked by a Futa over a meme

Notes:

This is my first story I've ever really written! I'd appreciate comments and feedback.

Chapter 1: Cucked by a Meme

Chapter Text

Dylan sat in his seat dreading his life choices as he listened to the professor drone on about one ancient philosophy after another. Taking a 3 hour lecture on a Friday in the evening was, at this point, the worst decision he felt he could have ever made. He needed this class to graduate, but he should've thought harder about taking a once-a-week 3 hour philosophy class taught by a professor who was as boring as he was old; Dylan was sure he was old enough to have known Plato personally. Brushing his dirty blonde hair out of his face, he realized he hadn't actually written down anything in the past 10 minutes or so. He looked up at the clock; 2 hours of class still remained.

With a sigh, Dylan reached into his pocket to fish out his buzzing phone. A text message from his girlfriend, Jessica, lit up the screen. It was a photo message. Entering his passcode, he opened the text to see what she had sent him, hoping it would alleviate this monotony. His girlfriend of over a year who he had met during their sophomore year of college had sent a screenshot of a picture from Twitter to a groupchat that the both of them, and a friend of theirs, Victoria, was a part of. The group chat was a remnant of a previous class they had taken last semester, one in which the 3 of them were paired up for a project. The three had stayed friends after the project had ended and had naturally kept the groupchat for easier communication.

Well, Jessica and Victoria were friends. Victoria seemed to enjoy nothing more than bullying Dylan and flirting with Jessica whenever she got the chance to. She constantly made jokes about Dylan's stature; at only 5'6 and less than 140 pounds, he seemed small in comparison to Victoria's larger frame - she was probably near 6' and was much more in shape than he was. Jessica always played it off as harmless teasing and told him she didn't mind his smaller stature: she barely stood at 5'1 and was fairly small herself. She also played off the flirting, always claiming that Victoria was just a nice person and didn't mean anything by all the compliments and sexual jokes she made. Not sure if she was just naive or if she enjoyed the extra attention, Dylan knew better and only was more suspicious whenever he caught Victoria ogling his girlfriend.

Opening the picture, Dylan scanned the contents to see what his girlfriend found so funny. It was a picture someone had taken of an image on a computer screen. The picture compared the size of condoms for men to the size of the much less popular internal condoms made for women. The condoms for women were significantly larger than the male one's displayed, and there was a caption across the bottom saying "damn women be having fat cocks for real!" Clearly a joke picture, Dylan smirked to himself, both at the ridiculous caption and at his girlfriend finding it funny enough to text to the groupchat with the caption 'LOL" followed by several laughing-crying face emojis. Dylan texted back.

D: haha, that's pretty funny! I had to stop myself from laughing in class

J: I know lol! The caption made me giggle to myself for like 10 whole minutes!

D: Haha. Glad you think it's so funny

V: haha, i always forget that guys condoms are so small

V: they probably fit you fine Dylan

V: and ive never even seen a girl use a girl condom

J: You dont use guy condoms Victoria? What do you use

Dylan frowned at Victoria's comments. Not only had she used this random meme to make fun of him, but he could feel that she was gonna use this opportunity to start bragging and making more passes at his girlfriend. This is because Victoria is a futanari, or futa, as they were often called, a new rare sex that popped up in the past century. Futanari generally appeared female, having more feminine features and possessing breasts, while also having both sets of genitals; a penis and testicles that sat above a vagina. Besides these basic facts, not a whole lot of information was available publicly on them, most of it being kept for medical studies as much about this new sex was unknown and still being researched. However, one popular rumor floated around and that was that the average futanari was more well-endowed and more fertile than your average male. Rumor or not, Victoria definitely seemed to cling to this idea, and often had female admirers flirting with her and hanging off her arms. She always slyly mentioned her recent conquests while in the presence of Dylan and of course, Jessica. Dylan thought it was a load of shit, and figured she just did it to make herself seem more desirable in the eyes of his girlfriend. He also never saw any kind of bulge in her pants - though of course he had never tried to sneak a glance.

V: don't you know? most futanari don't even fit into condoms

V: i think i tried once cause some girl insisted but even the XL size didnt fit

J: lol are you serious?!

D: She's lying

D: She just acting cool

V: lol im sure puny little condoms probably fit your small dick Dylan

V: but a futanari like me cant wear them

V: not that any girl ever wants me to wear them ;)

D: You're so full of shit!

V: lol want me to prove it?

D: Not particularly, no

V: Jessica?

J: uhhh i guess if you want to

V: lol ok give me like 30 minutes ;) im out of the house rn

Mouth twisted into a grimace, it quickly turned to an O of shock upon reading his girlfriend's reply. Why would she want Victoria to prove her claims? Was his girlfriend really that curious about the size of their futa friends' dick? What if Victoria wasn't lying? All of these thoughts raced through his head as his professor continued to lecture, and he continued to not take a single note. He moved to his own personal text messages with Jessica to see if she would say anything privately to him; to his own despair or joy, he couldn't tell, all she was talking about was some grocery store game show or something she was watching on Netflix. After replying and making sure to text her that he loved her and couldn't wait to see her, Dylan put his phone away and tried to focus on the lecture, as futile as it was.

After about 20 very slow minutes, he felt his phone vibrate again in his pocket. He looked at the clock: 2 hours left of class. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he wondered what his girlfriend was up to and if he might be able to get her to send some naughty photos to help alleviate his boredom. Looking at his phone, his heart sank. A photo message, sent to the group chat, from Victoria, waited to be opened. He gulped, and for a brief moment considered not even giving Victoria the pleasure of looking at the picture. Curiosity getting the better of him, he moved his thumb up to his screen and swiped on the text message.

Dylan could barely comprehend what he saw. Accompanied by no caption, the picture was of Victoria standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing nothing from the waist down. Hanging between 2 well muscled legs was the biggest cock Dylan had ever seen. The long, heavily veined appendage hung down past her knees, the pink fist-sized head rested near her shins. It was at least as thick as a can of soda, and the veins on it looked nearly pinky sized in some places. It was tanned, more so than her regular golden skin, and looked incredibly heavy. Not hidden at all were two giant balls sitting in a huge leathery sack - they looked as big as grapefruits and hung nearly to her knees. The whole package was terrifyingly large, and based on her height it was at least a foot and a half long, if not longer. Dylan stared at the image for what felt like an eternity, barely breathing the whole time. Another message popped up.

V: what did I tell you? no condoms will fit this beast

V: and this is just me soft

Mustering all of his strength, Dylan's fingers quickly tapped onto the screen to try and make light of the situation, or de-escalate it or anything he could do. He also felt dread well in the pit of his stomach when he noticed that Jessica had opened the picture, but still hadn't said anything. Ignoring his usual adherence to a certain amount of grammatical propriety, he quickly sent several messages in quick succession.

D: lol where did you even find a strapon that big

D: looks fake for sure

D: I knew you'd be to scared to show your real dick

D: and soft? Lol

D: like anyone would believe that

Dylan sent the messages as fast as he could and then set his phone down, his heart beating like a drum the whole time. He was hoping dearly that he called her bluff, but somehow he knew deep down the cock in the picture was real. He held his breath involuntarily again as he waited for a reply, his eyes glued to the black screen. The words of the professor and the noise of students around him were completely blocked out as all he could focus on was the image gigantic appendage he had just seen on his phone. He was truly worried: his own 5 inch, if he was being generous, penis paled in comparison to Victoria's monster. Hell, the head alone looked bigger than his entire package. All he could hope was that Jessica would find it comical or grotesque or anything but arousing! His phone buzzed again as another text, followed by a picture, popped up on his screen again.

V: fake? you make me laugh. also its definitely soft

The second picture was similar to the first, but this image featured a side profile of Victoria standing in front of the mirror. This time however, she had one hand holding her phone and the hem of her shirt up, showing off her hairless groin and toned abs; her other hand was holding her cock about halfway up the length. Her cock sagged in the middle where she was holding it, with what looked like a foot of meat hanging down towards the ground. The profile shot also showed a side view of her hairless balls as they bulged in the immense sack that held them. One thing he noticed in this picture is that her hand didn't completely encompass her whole cock, despite the apparently tight grip she had on it. There appeared to be no straps, no cleverly hidden tuft of fake pubic hair that would inexplicably hold the entire thing to her groin. This monstrous package was the real deal.

Dylan's heart caught in his throat. He had no snarky comment, no good comeback. All he could do was stare in fear and awe at this bestial, thick, soft cock in front of him. If he wasn't in class, he would've cried. The whole thing was entirely overwhelming. Remembering that he was in fact, still in class, he looked around quickly to make sure that no one could see the sexual images he had been staring at so intently. His phone buzzed once again.

V: believe me now? still thinks its fake? lol

V: what do you think?

V: can you compare to my beast?

V: you're in class still right? guess you couldnt even send a pic if you wanted to

J: uh i can send a picture if you want me to

This newest message, the first reply his girlfriend had sent since before the pictures were sent, made Dylan's eyes bulge in their sockets. Why would his girlfriend offer up a picture of his dick knowing what he was up against? Before he had a chance to reply, to try and salvage this whole thing, a new picture message appeared on the screen. The picture, sent by his girlfriend, was of his dick. He was mortified. It was a picture of his crotch with him holding the base of his dick between his thumb and pointer finger. His fingers were pressed up against his groin to try to add any size to his dick he could. The thin, small thing, barely as wide as his middle finger and much shorter than he would ever admit to it being, looked absolutely pathetic. Under his dick you could barely see his two tiny balls, looking absolutely insignificant compared to the monster just a few messages up. The 2 vastly different penises looked like they belonged to 2 different species.

V: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

V: ARE YOU SERIOUS

V: thats you HARD?!

D: Fuck you Victoria!

J: yes hes hard in that pic

V: HAHAHAHAHA

V: do regular condoms even fit you?!

V: hmmm well since Jessica sent a picture of you hard I guess its only fair I get hard and send a picture to

V: you know just to make sure im bigger ;)

Clenching his fists in anger, Dylan closed his eyes trying to pretend this whole situation wasn't happening. It was bad enough Victoria outclassed him by a huge margin even when she was soft but now she was gonna send a picture of her hard?! He just hoped that with that much size soft, that she wouldn't grow that much. Then at least the comparison wouldn't get any worse. The main thing on his mind though, was why Jessica had to pop in just to humiliate him. She never complained about his size before, so why was she doing this now?! What had changed? He was ready to put his phone away and even contemplated just snapping it in half, when it buzzed once more: this time it was a video message. Hands fully shaking now, Dylan opened the video, which was accompanied by a caption that read "good thing I have someone to help me ;)."

The video, which was only about 20 seconds or so long, was taken from a first person point of view - Victoria's point of view. Looking down between a pair of large shirt-clad breasts, Dylan was treated to an up close view of Victoria's enormous cock. However, as mentioned in the caption, Victoria was not alone in this video. Appearing under her cock was a kneeling girl, one that Dylan couldn't make much out of - the giant dick above her covered her features almost completely. The incredibly lengthy cock rested across this unknown girl's face, only hints of her pale skin appearing from the sides of it, and continued to drape down past her head and lay in her mane of long blonde hair. The girl's covered face moved back and forth under the prodigious cock before stopping and bobbing on a certain part of the package. All that could be really seen of her from this angle was her sizable ass, which was currently violently twerking - her pink thong lost between those fat cheeks. She was clearly trying to put on a show for Victoria.

Eyes darting back and forth, it looked like no one had noticed him watching this video. Dylan also gave silent thanks that he had kept his phone on silent in class; the only thing that could make this whole situation worse was everyone hearing what he could only assume were obscene slurping sounds coming from the video. This thought made him realize he had a set of wireless headphones with him, and he swiftly popped one out of his pocket and crammed it into his ear. Making sure to keep the sound on low, he replayed this video. He was right, he could hear every obscene wet slurp that came from this unknown girl. Victoria didn't seem to make a sound, but he could also hear a low gurgling that didn't sound like it came from the girl. He also noticed that Victoria's giant cock seemed even bigger in motion. Dylan couldn't help but wonder if this was just an illusion that came from seeing it compared to the much smaller girl, or if it actually had gotten bigger while still staying soft.

After watching the video for the third time, his brain completely obsessed with the pornographic images in front of him, another video appeared in the groupchat. Dylan opened it quickly. This one appeared to be from the same angle, looking down between Victoria's breasts, but the 2 girls had moved to another position. The unknown girl this time was lying across a bed, her head resting at the foot of it. She was completely nude except for the pink thong that hugged her hips tightly. Her pale lily white skin seemed to almost blend in with the soft white coloring of the bed sheets. Her face was again completely hidden, but this time by Victoria's giant sack which enveloped her whole head. The rest of Victoria's seemingly never ending shaft stretched across the girl's body, resting between two incredibly large melon sized tits that were capped by erect pink nipples. The breasts looked obscene on the girl's body, covering her entire chest with their out-of-place size. The futanari's fist sized head rested right above the girl's pussy - her cock was literally as long as the girl's torso. And it had definitely gotten bigger. Victoria's cocky voice rang out over the sounds of the unknown girl's mouth slurping on her prodigious balls.

"Oh yeah, that's a good slut. You've got me half hard now!"

This declaration was followed by a flexing of her cock and that same low gurgling sound that Dylan heard in the last video. Her whole cock bulged and her balls seemed to shake violently in their sack. Suddenly, a great white stream of what could only be cum sprayed out of her cock. It sprayed across the girl's legs, making her moan at the warm surprise. Cum nearly completely covered them and continued to shoot, hitting the headboard on the opposite side of the bed. The camera suddenly pointed up as her cumshot, which was nearly 10 seconds long at this point, covered the wooden headboard. Her cock shook slightly, covering not only the headboard, but also painting the blue wall behind it in a thick layer of cum. Dylan had never seen such an inhuman cumshot. Aiming the video back down, Victoria's cock had grown several inches, now laying firmly between the girls cum-covered thighs. The video ended.

Flabbergasted. That was the only word that could describe how Dylan felt. That was the biggest cumshot he had ever seen. That kind of thing shouldn't have even been possible! It looked like she could fill a gallon jug with that orgasm, a stark contrast to the usual watery spurts he managed to produce. It looked thick. It looked potent. It looked fertile. Everything he wasn't. And her cock had gotten even bigger during it. She was easily over 2 feet long at that point, a fact that threatened Dylan's sanity. With still shaking hands, Dylan quickly typed out a message to send to Victoria, hoping once and all to end this whole thing. A light joke might just put this whole situation to rest.

D: I would say it was impressive but you came so quick lol

D: All of that just for you to be a quick shot!

D: At least I can last longer than a few minutes

That last part might not have been fully true, but Dylan sincerely hoped this gentle ribbing would calm this whole thing and maybe even make Victoria laugh. After a couple minutes, a new message popped up from Victoria.

V: I didn't cum

V: you'll know when I cum

V: that was just some precum

V: some of us need more lubrication

V: you'll see

Staring down at his phone, Dylan's blue eyes unfocused. That couldn't have just been precum. It was too thick. There was too much. It wasn't possible. Dylan had heard the rumors, everyone had. But none of them compared to what he was witnessing. No new messages popped up for several minutes. Remembering he was in class, Dylan looked back up towards the teacher and snuck a glance at the clock. Still over an hour and a half left. He wasn't sure he could take much more of this. Checking his phone, he realized that Jessica still hadn't responded, or even read any of the messages since Victoria had sent that first video. Thank god, maybe she had fallen asleep watching TV.

Another buzz. Another message. Another video. Dylan opened it, his hands moving automatically. He felt like he didn't have control over his actions anymore. He felt like he was completely controlled by Victoria and her overwhelming sexuality, a sexuality that made his own pale in comparison. The video started and Victoria's voice immediately rang in his ears.

"Yeah take that fucking dick you dumb slut. Choke on it!" Victoria half-shouted while gripping two handfuls of the blonde girl's hair. The video this time was from a side angle, one that was close to the action - her phone must've been propped up somewhere close. Victoria was viciously thrusting her hips, her immense cock ramming in and out of the girl's face. The view of the girl's face was mostly blocked by Victoria's fist pulling on her hair, but there was one thing that Dylan could see for sure - the girl's mouth being stretched out by Victoria's cock. It was obscene. Her mouth barely looked like a mouth, her pink lips completely stretched thin by the cocks unnatural girth. Dylan could see what looked like tears running down the side of the poor girl's face. The sounds of Victoria's grunting were almost completely drowned out by the choking and gagging coming from the girl.

"Yeah you little cumdump this is just the appetizer before the main course. Sorry about your jaw, I'm sure it'll go back to normal eventually."

Victoria continued this stream of degrading commentary as she pistoned her cock harder and harder into the girls gullet. Dylan didn't understand how the girl could take this much cock, especially since Victoria looked bigger than ever. Not only was her cock clearly even larger than in the previous video, it's thickness making it looks like a third leg was jutting from her crotch, but her balls were clearly bigger as well. Her ballsack looked like it was straining to contain the giant testicles contained within, both of them looking as big as watermelons as they bounced back and forth from the strength of her thrusting. Cum, or precum as Victoria claimed it was, streamed down the underside of her cock and dripped off her balls. The mystery girl's mouth was completely covered in the sticky white substance, with more of it splashing across her face and down the few parts of her neck that Dylan could see. Her neck looked incredibly stretched by the mammoth invader thrusting into it.

"Too bad you'll never get to experience this, with a tiny pathetic cock you have. A girl could probably fit your dick and tiny little balls in her mouth at the same time. Fucking pathetic loser."

These were the last words Dylan heard before the video stopped again. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. A video of actual penetration might actually make him go insane. And Victoria's words stung him to his core. How could Jessica ever look at him like a man again after seeing all of this? He was just glad that it didn't seem that she was awake to see all of this - at least he'd be able to deal with it tomorrow. She still hadn't read or replied to his own texts or Victoria's lewd displays, so he was certain she was asleep. The professor's voice rang out to him, breaking Dylan from his self-pitying trance.

"Alright kids we're about halfway through this class, so why don't you all take a 15 minute break to use the restroom or stretch and then meet back here for the second half of class."

With these words of temporary dismissal, all of the other students immediately started to get up and shuffle out of class. Dylan grabbed his backpack and started to stand up, trying to hide the erection he just realized all of Victoria's content had given him. Despite all the harsh words and humiliation, Victoria decimating that chick with her giant cock was without a doubt the hottest thing he'd ever seen - not that he would ever willingly admit it to her. As he stood up, his phone started to buzz once more; it was a video call from Victoria. Looking around once more, Dylan placed his bag in front of his crotch and power walked out of class towards the bathroom, which was luckily just around the corner.

Dylan practically kicked open the door to one of the stalls. Throwing his bag on the ground, he pulled out his phone and sat down on the toilet. He hesitated for just a moment, not sure if he wanted to take this leap to having Victoria be able to address him directly and, presumably, destroy this girl in front of him. He swiped on the call, accepting it. Victoria's smirking face immediately lit up the screen, her sharp features framed by her jet black hair filled his vision. Why did she have to be so naturally attractive on top of everything else? His own face looked back into the camera, a mixture of fear and arousal painted across his soft features. Starting at him with her dark brown eyes, Victoria began to speak.

"Since you still haven't seem to figure it out, you fucking loser, I figured I'd show you a little surprise. Are you in the bathroom? God you're a pathetic little faggot. Let me see your tiny cock, I could use a laugh," she commanded into the phone.

Dylan shakily began to unzip his jeans, and with one hand managed to fish his small dick out of his pants. His small cockhead barely managed to clear the hole in his jeans with only a small portion of his thin shaft poking out of the zipper. He changed the camera to the front camera, and showed Victoria his miniscule package. She cackled.

"Holy shit that's it?! You really are a pathetic little bitch. That's not even big enough to be called a dick - it's more like a dicklet," she exclaimed harshly; "I think my dick was bigger than that before I even hit puberty! God, it all makes sense now. Let me show you a real fucking cock!"

With this exclamation, she changed to the front camera on her phone and angled it down. Dylan was stunned. In front of him must've been 3 feet of cock jutting out from Victoria's crotch, taking up nearly all the space in her groin. Before, her cock was as thick as a can of soda but now it looked larger than a 2 liter. The one hand she had on her cock didn't even come close to encompassing the whole thing, and he didn't think her fingers would meet even if she encircled it with both hands. The veins on it were as thick as his thumb, probably a couple of his fingers actually, and they pulsed violently down the whole length of her cock. Finally the shaft ended at a head that was just as large as the rest of the beast - a giant angry red mushroom-shaped head that was currently leaking a steady stream of the thickest cum he had ever seen in his life. It poured onto the floor and down her cock towards her balls, which also looked like they had gotten bigger. Bigger than watermelons at this point, they swayed in their overstrained sack, audibly gurgling and sloshing. Dylan realized this gurgling was the same low sound he had heard in the first couple videos and that it was her enormous testicles producing cum at an alarming rate. Seeing the entire package now, in its full glory, was truly a terrifying sight: it was the most bestial, violent looking cock he had ever seen in his life.

"Ready for your surprise, bitch boy?"

Victoria asked this clearly rhetorical question as she panned the camera upward, the bed and the girl slowly coming into view. Dylan gasped. The mystery girl was lying on the bed, her head resting on the cum soaked headboard. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, stained and streaked with copious amounts of baby batter. Blue, unfocused eyes looked like they were staring back at him, but they were really looking at Victoria's massive weapon. Her eyes were clearly red from crying, and her face was covered in dry cum; he also noticed her jaw was very bruised and small spurts of cum streamed from the side of her mouth every time she took a breath. Her neck was also red, and her huge breasts, which were also covered in cum like the rest of her, were lying on a slightly bloated stomach - bloated from the amount of cum she was already forced to swallow. The rest of her body was covered in dry cum, including the bright pink thong that still covered her hips. Dylan realized now what this surprise Victoria had been talking about was. The half-broken, beautiful, sexy girl that filled the video feed was none other than his girlfriend Jessica. Every video that Dylan had watched with rapt attention had featured his own girlfriend getting destroyed - and he hadn't even noticed.

Tears streamed down Dylan's face as he watched the screen. How had he not noticed!? He had seen his girlfriend naked plenty of times. He should've put it all together. The huge tits, and fat ass - they always stood out on Jessica's small frame. Hell, the pink thong, the only item of clothing she'd worn through the whole video, was something he had bought her for their 6 month anniversary. She had worn it for him plenty of times - it was one of his favorite sexy pieces that she owned. More clues he had missed popped into his mind, like the bed itself - even though it was now soaked in cum, should have been very familiar to him: he had slept in it plenty of times. Other small details flowed through his brain, like the posters on the wall in the background of the first picture, and the shelf the camera sat on during the face fucking video. All of these were things he should have noticed, but he didn't because he was too focused on Victoria's mind-breaking cock. And now he was going to watch his girlfriend get permanently wrecked by that same cock.

"Understand now, you fucking idiot?" Victoria asked, addressing him once more as she panned the camera back down to her cock, "this whole fucking time I've been wrecking your little girlfriend, and you didn't even notice. Ready to watch your bitch get broken?"

Not waiting for a reply and not caring for one either, Victoria climbed onto the bed and crawled towards Jessica. Her immense cock, waved past her face and leaked a steady stream of cum onto the sheets. She kneeled in between Jessica's legs, farther back than any guy would ever need to. Her giant hunk of girl meat rested across the entirety of Jessica's torso, lying firmly between her large breasts. Grabbing it by the base, her other hand stabilizing her phone, she smacked her weighty cock up and down on Jessica's body, cum spraying from the perpetually-leaking tip across her face and the wall behind her. The weight of the cock slamming down onto Jessica caused her to spit up even more cum and grunt in pain from the sheer size of the meaty tool hitting her body. Victoria reached down and with one pull, ripped the soaked thong from Jessica's body, causing her to yelp in surprise. She moved her cockhead down to the entrance of the tiny, hairless pussy in front her, and rubbed it up and down the slit, covering it in cum. The camera zoomed in on Victoria's glans pressing against Jessica's virginal-looking cunt, the size disparity between the 2 genitalia was astounding.

"Time to break your bitch!"

Jessica spread her legs wider, her eyes focusing and widening as she realized what was finally happening. Taking hold of one of Jessica's hips, Victoria pressed her cockhead as hard as she could into the too-tiny slit. Panting and gasping, Jessica wiggled her hips back and forth; whether she was trying to help Victoria get her cock in, or if it was one last attempt at resistance, no one was sure. With a loud grunt, Victoria gave a powerful thrust, and her cockhead, with an audible popping sound, finally broke it's way into the poor blonde's pussy. Jessica screamed. Dylan wanted to scream. The scene in front of him completely broke his brain. Jessica's vagina was stretched, with what should have been to a tearing point, around the immense glans of Victoria's cock. The lips of her sex were practically non-existent. A large bulge appeared in her stomach under her belly button as more cock than she had ever even imagined taking, stretched her cunt to new extremes.

"Fuck bitch, are you a virgin? This might be the tightest cunt I've ever broken in!" Victoria yelled, "you're never gonna be able to feel your cuck faggot boyfriend again, not that you'd ever want to after I wreck you!"

With this final exclamation, Victoria set her phone down on the nightstand next to them, making sure to prop it up using her special phone case that extended in the back. Satisfied with the angle, having years of practice at filming herself wrecking cunts, she firmly placed both hands on Jessica's hips. With a predatory smirk, she began to thrust. Slowly at first, she steadily started to make ground in Jessica's vice-like pussy. Centimeters of progress turned into half inches, and the bulge in Jessica's stomach moved higher and higher. Hands hooked under knees, trying to stretch her legs out as far as she could, Jessica peered down between her oversized tits, and watched with morbid interest as the bulge slowly moved up her stomach and past her belly button. With more than 2 feet of cock still sticking out, Victoria hit her first obstacle: Jessica's cervix. She screamed once more as she felt the giant cockhead slam into the entrance of her womb.

"Now here comes the fun part." Victoria said as she pulled her cock all the way out, leaving only the massive tip of the head in, "time to get womb fucked bitch!"

With another loud grunt, Victoria thrust with all her strength, cum spraying out of the sides of Jessica's cunt, as her bitchbreaker slammed into the poor girl's cervix. Over and over again she pounded, pulling out as far as she could, before slamming as much as she could back into Jessica's warm depths. Jessica's screams got louder and louder and she felt her cervix slowly start to give, her eyes glued to the moving bulge in her stomach. With a final thrust, Victoria's cock bulled it's way through and lodged itself firmly in Jessica's womb. This act of womb fucking knocked the wind out of Jessica, and she gasped for air as she simultaneously had the biggest orgasm of her life. Cunt squeezing Victoria's cock even tighter, a high pressure stream of girlcum sprayed from her cunt onto Victoria's washboard abs. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body shook in pleasure and pain.

Even Victoria moaned aloud at the new sensation of her cock being hugged by Jessica's womb. With a cruel glint in her eyes, she lifted herself up and grabbed Jessica's ankles and placed them on her shoulders: it was time for the mating press. Jessica of course didn't notice, still in the throes of a mind breaking orgasm and still leaking pussy juice like a broken faucet. With this new position, Victoria used the better angle to force even more cock into Jessica's cunt. Thrusting with the same full strokes as before, Victoria's beastly cock stretched out Jessica's womb more and more. Victoria's thick as glue, pure white precum sprayed out of the side of Jessica's cunt with each thrust. Nearly 18 inches of 2 liter thick, brain destroying cock was lodged firmly in the depths of her eviscerated womb. Jessica finally regained her senses and looked down, noticing the cock shaped bulge in her body had moved past her stomach and was now porturding the skin between her huge breasts, pushing them apart. Hyperventilating, the magnitude of the situation fully hit her.

"You're wrecking my womb! You're fucking up my body! I think I'm fucking cumming again. Holy shit. Oh my god oh my god oh my god I think I'm fucking dying!"

Jessica's first words since the mating started rang through the room and the video. Her entire body convulsed in another squirting orgasm and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Victoria was fucking her stupid, and she still had nearly a foot and a half of cock to find room for. Thrusting harder and harder, Victoria's pace only quickened. She was gonna destroy this bitch permanently. By this point, Jessica's shaking didn't stop and neither did her squirting; Victoria literally had her in a cycle of never ending orgasms. The bed creaked and rocked, the headboard slamming into the wall as Victoria fucked her into the bed harder and harder. More mindless babble flowed from Jessica's lips, mostly variations of "you're killing me" and "I can't stop cumming" - something Victoria was used to hearing.

Victoria wrapped her hand around Jessica's throat, squeezing hard and cutting off her air flow and her words. She was really giving it to her hard now. She could feel the first of her orgasms boiling in her balls - one that would really fill this bitch up. By this point, the violence of her thrusts combined with her natural strength now had the walls shaking as the bed dented the wall it was against. Seeing that Jessica was slowly turning blue, she released her grip around the fucked-stupid girl's throat and gave her a slap across the face for good measure. With a gasp and a scream, Jessica launched into another multitude of mind shattering orgasms that caused her cunt to squeeze Victoria's cock like it was trying to tear it in two. Victoria was close. With one more thrust, she buried as much of her cock as she could into Jessica, nearly 20 inches at this point. She felt her cock thicken, adding even more girth to her leg sized cock. Her tip flared. Her veins bulged. Her balls, which at this point had been slapping into the bed and had left a definite imprint in the mattress, pulled up towards her body, and gurgled louder than ever. She was cumming.

Her urethra bulged as a mighty load of cum forced its way through. The first thing that happened was the bulge between Jessica's tits slowly started to inflate. She was being absolutely filled with cum. The imprint of Victoria's cockhead no longer noticeable, the bulge got bigger and bigger, before it looked like Jessica had swallowed a blown up balloon. More and more cum continued to flow into her body. The bulge moved lower and now she looked 6 months pregnant. 6 turned into 9, as her stomach and torso continued to inflate larger and larger. Jessica's mouth opened in what looked like another scream, except instead of noise, cum, the rest of the cum she had swallowed from the face fucking, sprayed out of her mouth in a thick stream. Her body had finally rejected it, but not because of its own merit: it was trying to make room for the endless river of cum that was still shooting from Victoria's prodigious cock.

At least a minute had passed and Jessica looked like she was overdue with triplets. Her stomach ballooned out towards the ceiling and began to sag to her sides due to the sheer weight of all the thick cum Victoria was pumping into her. Her breasts were pushed up and covered her face as her stomach continued to expand. Victoria still wasn't finished. With another grunt, her second stream started. The cum continued to flow into Jessica, one stream starting as soon as the previous ended. Only a small trickle leaked from her pussy - Victoria's tree trunk of a cock nearly completely sealed the cum in. Deep stretch marks started appearing on Jessica's stomach as it expanded more and more. The bed creaked from the weight of all the cum being pumped into her. Finally, after several minutes, Victoria's orgasm ended.

The aftermath Victoria's orgasm was as horrifying as it was erotic. Jessica was more cum than person at this point. Her stomach stretched several feet above her and started to cover her arms and legs - it almost pushed Victoria out of her cunt. Her eyes were completely rolled back into her head, and her body continued to spasm in orgasm. Cum still trickled steadily out of her mouth, although by this point it was almost completely out of her stomach and entirely in her womb. Victoria stretched, raising her arms above her head, and let out a satisfied grunt. She looked back down at Jessica and flexed her cock, another spurt of thick as glue cum spraying into the comatose girl's overfilled womb.

"Oh man that was a good first orgasm! What do you think, Dylan? Can your little baby cock compare to that?" Victoria asked, laughing, "This is as close to a futa condom as you get haha!"

Dylan stared at the screen, tears streaming down his face and his mouth agape. His mind was truly broken, almost as much as Jessica's was. His brain couldn't comprehend what he had just seen. The pure, unbridled sexual destruction he had just witnessed was beyond anything any human should've been able to accomplish - or take, in Jessica's case. He didn't respond to Victoria's inquiry. He couldn't. Looking down, he realized his entire crotch was matted in his watery cum - he had multiple orgasms without even touching his tiny dick. The amount of cum more than he'd ever produced before, but still paling in comparison to ever Victoria's precum. He looked back up into his phone's screen to see Victoria's face looking back at him.

"Ready for round two?" Victoria asked, laughing again at Dylan's shocked expression, "I'm just getting started here bitch boy. Jessica won't even look like the girl you knew when I'm done with her!"

The camera faced back towards the futa and the unconscious girl who was more cum then person at this point. Her breathing was heavy and there was an audible sloshing sound with each new breath. Victoria raised her hand and gave Jessica's giant inhumanly cum-filled belly a hard slap, immediately leaving a big bruise and handprint on her skin. Jessica didn't react at all. Victoria's face twisted in anger and with a snarl she started to rain down blows with both hands onto the unresponsive girl's body.

"Wake up you fucking cunt! We're not done yet! I'll tell you when we're fucking done!"

After nearly a minute of her blows not doing anything to wake Jessica, Victoria decided she would try a different method. She yanked most of her cock out of the girl's stretched cunt, and slowly started to stand up to give herself more room to move. Finally, after standing up fully, the massive head of her monolithic cock popped out, which hadn't lost any of its inhuman size. This was followed by an immediate rush of cum pouring from the incredibly stretched cunt. The cum continued to flow out in a never ending river, as Victoria stabilized herself on the bed that was quickly being transformed into a pool for cum. She glared down at Jessica and lifted her foot, before quickly slamming it down onto the center of her swollen midsection. Jessica's eyes flew open, followed by a scream and another loud sound as the cum from her womb sprayed out at an intense pressure, flying past the bed and painting the blue wall across from it. The cum continued to spray as if someone had popped a fire hydrant. Her stomach slowly got smaller and smaller as a lake of cum formed on the carpet in her bedroom. When Jessica looked only 9 months pregnant still, Victoria lifted her foot from her stomach. She looked down at the spasming girl.

"'Bout fucking time you woke up you worthless cum dumpster. You should've listened to me sooner!"

"I-I'm sorry Victoria, I just couldn't handle th-"

"Bitch what the fuck did you call me?!" Victoria shouted back, raising a hand in warning.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mistress, I mean. I'm sorry!" Jessica cried as she slowly got to her knees, and stared fearfully up at her new owner.

"That's much better. Cunt. Won't be making that mistake again, will we? Now get on your hands and knees, it's time for round 2."

Jessica gulped at these words. She tried to quickly turn around and present herself Victoria, but the new unfamiliar weight in her stomach caused her to fall onto her side, which made Victoria let out a sadistic laugh. She quickly scrambled and managed to get on all fours, her pregnant looking stomach and huge tits hanging down to the mattress. Looking back at Victoria, hoping her new position was what she wanted, she shook her fat ass back and forth, cheeks wobbling and clapping together. Her gaped pussy continued to leak cum, the bed now completely soaked with it. The mattress was definitely ruined. Victoria got on her knees, once again farther back than any man would ever have to, and slapped her cock against Jessica's ass, the weight of it causing it to jiggle even more. She placed her cock between the small girls unnaturally large ass, and sawed her cock back and forth, the girth of it spreading her cheeks farther than they ever had before. After a minute of hotdogging, she raised herself up and moved her cock along the length of Jessica's back, the glans finally resting atop the blonde girl's head, her enormous swollen cumsack resting against her thighs. Her cock was as easily as long as the girl's body.

"Feel that, my little onahole? If I wanted to I could fuck right through you. Spear you on my fucking cock like a roast pig!"

Jessica trembled at these words - whether in fear or arousal she didn't know. She looked down, head buried in her tits, and moaned as she felt Victoria start to move her cock back. She placed the head of it at the girl's gaped pussy, which looked like it could easily take a man's fist now, but still appeared inadequately stretched to take the giant pussy wrecker that was moments away from entering her. She shuddered as she felt Victoria begin to enter her, the sensation only slightly less painful than the first time. She let out a loud moan as the head fully entered her, her cum filled, hanging stomach shaking as she felt the first of what she knew was gonna be innumerable orgasms start to hit her. And all just from Victoria's cockhead!

The futa tightened her grip on the small girl's hips as she prepared to ram her cock home. Now that the head was inside, nothing would stop her from ravaging this girl once more. She thrust her hips and a whole foot of cock sank in, causing Jessica to let out a small scream and spray a stream of girlcum as her first orgasm hit her. Victoria pulled back out till only her cockhead was in and gave another brutal thrust. She continued to do this until half of her cock was back inside, her gigantic cum filled orbs loudly slamming into Jessica's thighs, each slap hitting with the force of a punch. The large head showed once more through Jessica's skin, poking out though all the cum still filling her womb. Victoria had hit the same block in her womb as last time - no more cock would fit into the small girl. Or at least that's what it seemed. Victoria knew better. Still losing her mind to the orgasms consuming her brain, Jessica didn't notice in the slightest as the futanari raised herself off of her knees, not removing a single inch of cock, and leaned over the girl. Placing both hands on either side of the girl's head, Victoria smiled to herself. This is where the real fun would begin.

"This would've been easier for you if you'd just woken up the first time I slapped you, but this should be fun anyway." Victoria whispered into Jessica's ear, the blonde girl's eyes shooting open at this ominous statement.

Angling her hips, Victoria began to make shallow thrusts into the broken girl below her, her cockhead denting the skin in different places. She swiveled her hips once more, her cock head moving lower in Jessica's wombs. Finally, she felt her cockhead press up against the mattress through the stretched skin. With a snarl, Victoria pulled back, keeping the same angle, and thrust her hips harshly. This time, her cock slammed through Jessica's womb unobstructed. The skin on her stomach stretched once more, but this time not by gallons of cum, but by Victoria's cock forcing it to stretch. The domineering futa was using the aftermath of her first orgasm and the inhuman bloating it caused to force more inches of cock than she was able to before fit into Jessica's body. With now more than 2 feet worth of cock plugging up the shaking girl below her, Victoria could finally fuck how she wanted to.

Jessica's eyes bulged. Her breath was shoved out of her by the new inches of dick meat added to her already overfilled body. It felt like Victoria was rearranging her organs - she could practically feel them being moved out of the way to make room for the futa's much more important appendage. She looked between her fat breasts at her swollen stomach and saw that the center of it was stretched into the mattress. This perverse sight, one that should've horrified any sane human being, caused the broken and battered girl to launch into more mind-blowing orgasms. Her cunt leaked like a broken faucet, her juices mixing with the steady stream of cum that seemed to never stop flowing from Victoria's cock. This only added more lubrication for Victoria to start pounding harder with.

Unsatisfied with the mattress blocking her cock from gaining even more ground in Jessica's torn up womb, Victoria moved herself into a squat position, expertly not removing any of her cock from Jessica. She grabbed Jessica's arms, and lifted her upper body from the bed; now her cock had an unobstructed space to stretch her womb out even more. Jessica let her body be handled roughly, to numb from all the cumming she was doing to try and resist - not that she would try anyway. Steadying herself, Victoria continued her brutal pounding. The only sounds that filled the room was a mix of the loud thudding noise of Victoria's balls bashing against Jessica's thighs, and the constant noise of the thick cum that permeated the room and Jessica's womb which sloshed around with every movement. As Victoria picked up the pace of her vicious thrusts, the bed started to slam into the wall once more, creating a bigger dent and adding to the sexual cacophony.

By this point, the futa had most of her elephant-sized cock buried in Jessica's body. The bulge in her stomach tented past her fat tits, which flopped back and forth against her stretched-thin skin and only added to Victoria's pleasure. With one final thrust, Victoria finally fit her whole, nearly 3 foot cock, into the blonde girl. She let go of Jessica's arms, her body immediately slumping into bed without support, and put both hands on her ass. The real fucking had finally started. Victoria's hips instantly became a blur as she gave her everything she could. The speed and strength at which she fucked before looked like child's play compared to this. Her babymakers slapped against Jessica's bruised thighs faster before, and the bulge in her stomach was now hitting her in the chin. Her orgasms continued unabated and she felt herself slip in and out of consciousness at the rough fucking. The bed shook violently once more, before the legs, worn from the brutality of the act above them, finally gave out and the whole bed came crashing down. This didn't stop Victoria's pace for an instant, and only allowed her to force the last couple of inches of her cock into Jessica's ruined pussy.

Minutes passed by, and Victoria hadn't even broken a sweat. Whether Jessica was sweating or not they couldn't tell, her body covered in all of the cum flying off the bed, her face half-submerged in the thick layer of cum that soaked the mattress. Her whole body hurt. It hurt so good; she had never dreamed of feeling pleasure like this before in her life. Victoria took one hand off her ass and used it to beat her cheeks it back and blue, her sexual sadism knowing no end. When she was finally tired of bruising yet another part of Jessica's body, she grabbed a handful of hair and used it as reins so that she could fuck even harder. Finally, she felt her balls gurgle loudly once more, and knew that her second orgasm was coming.

Her grip tightened on Jessica's hair, nearly pulling it out from its roots. She fully hilted herself roughly into the battered womb once more. Her cock, which hadn't lost any of its size she gained during her first orgasm, thickened once more, nearly cracking Jessica's bruised hips. Her urethra bulged beneath her shaft and her balls swelled even more, looking like two basketballs swinging in a leather sack. Her genitalia was reaching nearly divine proportions - she could put an elephant to shame. She let out a low growl as she felt her pudding thick cum race up her cock, and into the already filled womb she was planted in.

"Oh yeah I'm fucking cumming! You're about to find out what it truly means to be my cumdump!"

Jessica instantly lifted off the bed. Her flooded stomach grew at an alarming rate, no cum managing to escape the plug that was Victoria's beastly cock. Victoria's cock once again stopped showing through Jessica's skin as cum swiftly filled every available space in her womb. Her stomach grew larger and larger, continuously elevating her body off of the mattress and the shattered bed frame below it. When the size of her stomach finally started to push Victoria out of her cunt, it's size far surpassing its previous size, Victoria decided to have a bit of mercy and started to pull herself out. Once her cock popped free, followed by a torrent of sludge-like sperm, she aimed her cock at the prone, raised girl. Cum immediately covered her entire body, inch thick layers of cum covering her until she was unrecognizable. Victoria aimed her cock back at the gaping pussy in front of her, and shot a long spray right back into it, laughing the whole time. Running out of body parts to cum on, Victoria swung around and began to paint everything in the room. Cum splashed off the walls, repainting them white. It dripped off the ceiling, causing a continuous rain of cum to drip onto the floor. Posters were ruined, a laptop was drenched - nothing was safe from Victoria's cannon. Every couple streams she would reaim her cock back at Jessica on the bed, just to keep her completely layered in her seed. Finally after what seemed like 10 minutes, Victoria's orgasm finally slowed back down to the steady stream it leaked regularly.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Victoria stepped off the bed, her feet landing in an ocean of cum that reached her ankles. She reached for her phone, which was still on and mostly untouched by the torrent of cum that had covered every other surface of the room. She lifted the phone to her face, smirking the whole time. She changed the camera back to selfie mode, eyes lighting up at the image in front of her. Despite the sexual conquering that had just occurred, she hadn't forgotten about the other person whose life she was ruining.

Dylan was truly broken at this point. His face was soaked with tears, completely red and puffy from all of the crying. His mouth spewed a stream of gibberish, his brain not able to put into words what he felt about what he just witnessed. His girlfriend, the love of his life, was completely taken from him. The pleasure, the mind-shattering sex, if such an act could even be called sex, had completely taken her from him. He had never seen such utter domination in his whole life. His cock was swollen and hard, although by this point he had no more cum left in his tiny balls. His whole body shook like it was trying to reject the reality it had just been presented.

"What do you think bitchboy? Do you fuck your girlfriend as well as I do?" Victoria asked, laughing at the fact she already knew the answer, "Well, she might not want to be your girlfriend anymore. She's more like a cumdump now anyway. My cumdump."

Victoria laughed again and set her phone down once more, making sure to change the camera back to the front camera. She turned to the unconscious girl once more, still knocked out from the absolute sexual conquering she had just barely lived through. Victoria grabbed her cock, which hadn't lost any of it's riggedness or size, having only seemed to get bigger the more she fucked, and walked over to the ruins of the bed. Wielding her cock like a club, she crouched down and smacked it down hard onto Jessica's face, waking the girl from her orgasm induced slumber. She awoke with a start at the rough beating and immediately launched into another orgasm as she took in the sight of the brutal cock and ruined room in front of her. Victoria stood up once more and viewed her new living sex doll with hunger.

"Ready for more?"

Chapter 2: Victoria Conquers Dylan

Summary:

Weeks after the incident, Dylan finds himself in an unexpected situation.

Notes:

Sorry for the late addition! I got sick right after posting 'Rem's Twisted Plan' and couldn't write for a week. This chapter ended up unexpectedly long, much longer than I had originally planned.

As always, I hope you all enjoy, and any comments or feedback are very much welcome.

Chapter Text

Another day, another lecture. Dylan sat in a college classroom with about 50 other students as he did every weekday. He leaned forward in his seat, resting his head on his hand, and stared up at the teacher at the front of the classroom. His desk was located next to one of the windows in the room, about halfway down from the front. It was the perfect location for him, close enough to the front that he could see the board or the projector, but not close enough that the professor would have paid close attention to him. This was his seat, or at least that's what he considered it; the professor didn't have assigned seating, this being college and all, but as students who spent over a decade of their life sitting in assigned seats are oft to do, they naturally found the desk that most suit them at stayed there for the rest of the semester.

Dylan glanced over at the desk next to him, something he did many times in nearly every class. It was empty. It was always empty now. Only a couple weeks ago this adjacent seat and several other now also often-vacant seats, had had a very beautiful girl that sat in them every class. She had gorgeous blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a delicate smile. Her small frame was burdened by a remarkable hourglass figure: a pair of too-large breasts and an ass that would look more appropriate on an award-winning pornstar stuck out from her otherwise petite physique. Everything about her screamed 'sex' despite her fairly naive and innocent personality. This girl, this amazingly lovely, kind girl, was his former girlfriend Jessica. Former, being the keyword.

He hadn't seen his darling ex-partner in nearly two weeks. At least not in person. He hadn't seen her person since the morning before the incident - that's what he'd taken to calling it. She hadn't come to class. She hadn't stopped by his apartment. She hadn't tried to contact or call him. To be fair, he couldn't bring himself to try and talk to her either. Everything had changed after that night. His whole world had been completely warped by the horrific things he had witnessed. He had barely been able to sleep or eat, especially not with the constant reminders of what had happened during the incident that plagued his every waking moment.

The incident, the one that changed his life, was the losing of his girlfriend to their friend Victoria. It had all started innocently with a simple meme being sent to a group text they were all in. Somehow, this one picture set off a chain reaction, a proverbial fall of dominos, that led to the night ending with Victoria taking Jessica. Over and over again. For literal hours. Dylan had witnessed it all, Victoria had made sure of it. Pictures had turned into videos, and when that wasn't enough, she video called him directly. The call had lasted all night and what he saw was still burned into his brain.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Victoria had just been a normal girl. Then maybe he could've dealt with the infidelity easier; his girlfriend turning out to be a lesbian seems like it would've been… easier to handle. At least easy in comparison to what actually happened. As it were, Victoria was a futanari, another sex that possessed both sets of gentialia. That in itself doesn't seem like it would make much of a difference, but as it turned out, futanari were better equipped than any man alive; Victoria was no exception to this rule.

For Dylan's own sanity, he hoped Victoria was exceptional even for a futanari. She had slowly revealed herself to him, her cock slowly destroying his brain as the night went on. At first it had just seemed unnaturally large, like one of the fake oversized strapons from those fetish porn sites. Victoria, however, quickly showed that even those prop rubber dicks were nothing in comparison to her. As things escalated, her penis had only grown larger and larger, till it was as long as one of her legs, and just as thick. Her testicles were nothing to shake a stick at either: they started the evening appearing to be as large as grapefruits, and they only got bigger over time. This impossible inhuman cock that changed Dylan's reality had wrecked his girlfriend for hours on end.

He hadn't realized it was his girlfriend at first. Victoria's absurd cock had covered her features in every picture and video until she was ready to reveal who it was she was abusing. Well, that and the fact that Dylan was so focused on the exemplary manhood that he failed to notice the obvious signs that it was Jessica. Victoria had mocked him relentlessly over the fact that he failed to recognize his own girlfriend, and over his less-than-adequate genitals. Jessica had sent a picture of his fully-hard dick to the groupchat, her first sign of betrayal, and that had really set off Victoria's sadistic streak. Once his girlfriend had been revealed to him, the real destruction began.

Victoria pummeled his poor partner with her giant cock. She fucked her missionary at first, her giant cock only half-fitting into her cunt, which was stretched beyond all recognition. After filling her with cum and bloating her body to the extreme, she flipped her over and fucked her once more. The futa beat Jessica's body black and blue as she fucked her, this time using her cum-stretched womb to force her entire inhuman cock into her body. Victoria's orgasm this time was even more impossible, filling the blonde girl's body with even more cum than before, and then painting her body and the room with the leftovers of her orgasm. It only continued from there.

She had fucked his girlfriend standing up, holding her in a full nelson position as she rammed her mighty appendage in and out of her body. She bent her over a cum-stained desk, breaking it in the process - much like they had broken the bed previously. Up against the wall is where Jessica was pounded next, Victoria's giant cock denting the wall through the girl's skin. After that, Jessica was thrown to the floor, splashing in a pool of cum that accumulated on the ground, and was fucked deeper into a puddle. This continued over and over again and Victoria's orgasms only grew stronger each time. It seemed to Dylan like this sexual carnage would never end.

Finally, after hours of this brutal, punishing version of sex, Victoria finally had her last orgasm. She blew up Jessica like a beachball, a sight that was quickly becoming commonplace and pulled out her cock, a strenuous task in itself. After standing up, a practical requirement for removing her long staff from Jessica, she continued to spew unending gallons of cum all over the room. Her mighty cock looked like it hadn't stopped growing the entire time she bulldozed Jessica into an orgasm-induced coma. Her testicles, which looked the size of grapefruits when she had started, had also grown, now looking more like over-inflated basketballs. Her cock towered over her head, and her previously thigh-thick cock now looked almost as big as her torso. It was truly a monolith of sexual prowess.

After drenching the room once more, her cock finally flagged and fell, smacking down onto the ground, the head getting lost in the ocean of baby batter. It had barely lost any of its size, despite finally becoming flaccid. Jessica lay on the ground in front of her, constantly shaking from a stream of never-ending orgasms. The vastness of cum that covered the floor was now over half a foot high, and if it wasn't for her ballooned stomach, Jessica would have been submerged. The room was completely destroyed: the bed and desk were broken, a mirror had been cracked from being hit directly with a cumshot, there were multiple dents in the wall, and the whole room was absolutely drenched in the white sticky substance - not a single surface was uncovered.

"Mmmmm I haven't been able to fully release like that in awhile!" Victoria had said, stretching her body as she looked into the phone's camera. She'd picked up the phone and angled it down towards the unconscious, inflated Jessica and her own mighty cock resting on the ground. She'd grabbed the base and flopped it back up and down, the softball-sized head splashing in the cum. Her final act of the night had been to turn the camera back to herself, and address Dylan once more.

"Well, see you later faggot. Maybe I'll see you around campus, but this time with Jessica on my arm - if she ever recovers. Have a nice life you fucking cuck loser!"

Dylan had watched the whole thing until his phone had nearly died. Victoria always remembered to grab the camera and hold it or reposition it to make sure he had the best view of the action. He sat in that bathroom stall all night, completely forgetting about the class he was in the middle of. People came and went before the lights turned off completely. After her final insulting statement to him, something she had done constantly throughout the night, his phone screen went black. All that showed on the black screen was his own reflection peering back up at him; a reflection that showed a truly broken man, his own face red and puffy from not only the constant crying, but also all the orgasms he unwillingly had. The sexual domination he witnessed had also consumed his body and mind, and caused his own pathetic penis to orgasm more than it ever had before.

Dylan didn't know how much time had passed before he stumbled out of that bathroom. He barely remembered the rest of the night at all. It all came to him in flashes. Bumping around aimlessly in the dark. Leaving the building. Wandering through the streets. Somehow finding himself in front of his own apartment building. Making it inside and realizing he had never put his small cock away - it was still poking out of his fly. He remembered crashing onto his bed and staring at the wall for what seemed like days. Eventually his brain shut itself off from exhaustion and he passed out.

He had slept almost the entire day away, having not fallen asleep till after dawn. He had woken up with an immense headache and a painful crotch. His genitalia hurt from the amount of orgasms he had forcibly succumbed too, and his whole groin was caked in dried cum. His phone was completely dead and he felt like he could barely move. Managing to charge his phone from his bed, he hesitantly had checked his messages. All the missed calls and texts were from other friends and family, none of them knowing what had happened the night before. There was nothing from either Jessica or Victoria, something that filled him with both dread and relief; he didn't know if he'd be able to take seeing any more pornorgraphic imagery of his girlfriend being ruined. This relief was short lived.

It was less than 48 hours after the incident that the first text arrived. It was Sunday, and he had spent the whole day mindlessly loafing around his apartment. Acting on autopilot, he couldn't recall anything that had actually happened that day. He had assumed he showered, as his clothes were changed and his crotch was no longer cum-matted, and he must've eaten at one point as well. The rest of the day though had been unknown to him, his mind still wrecked from the images that had been so permanently branded into his brain. The only thing he remembered clearly was the text that lit up his phone late at night.

The text had shaken him out of his zombie-like state. He had looked down at his phone, seeing Jessica's name light up the screen. He remembered his brain launching into a panic, not sure of how to react to the first correspondence since her betrayal. Almost like his hand had been controlled by an outside force, he opened the text message. It was a picture message. The image that greeted him was a selfie, taken by Victoria of her winking at the camera, that same cruel grin plastered on her face. She was also naked in the selfie. The bottom half of the picture had her hand resting in a mess of blonde hair, and Jessica, barely recognizable from the girl she was less than 2 days ago, giving Victoria a blowjob. Her mouth was stretched even more than before, Victoria being fully erect for the oral service this time. She looked like a snake trying to swallow a tree trunk.

There was nothing else accompanything this pornographic picture. No message. No demeaning caption. Nothing. The image caused Dylan to feel something once more - defeat. He cried for the rest of the night, until he finally passed out from emotional exhaustion. The next 2 weeks followed suit. Every day or two he had received a new picture, always sent from Jessica's phone. They were always of her submitting sexually to Victoria's domineering cock. Different positions, different areas of Jessica's apartment, different phases of coitus; the only thing that wasn't different was that every picture was of Victoria and Jessica.

This explained why Dylan hadn't seen either of them in almost a fortnight. Both had been absent from the classes they shared. Dylan hadn't even seen Victoria around campus with her usual flock of admirers following her around. The only time Dylan seemed to snap back into the present was whenever he received a picture, the painful sting of watching the girl he loved continue to betray him never lessening. He was emotionally spent. Whenever he felt like he was finally gaining more strength a new picture would pop up on his phone. It's like Victoria knew when to send them to cause him the most pain.

His professor's voice snapped him back into the present once more. Her tone had changed to one of finality, indicating that class was being dismissed. Dylan still showed up to all his classes, but he barely took notes or did any assignments. He just didn't have the energy. He barely had energy to eat and his sleep was tormented with nightmares of Victoria and her demonic appendage. He started to stand up, following the rest of the class around him, his own mind not really catching what the professor had said. He shuffled his items into his backpack, trying to remember where he was supposed to go next. His attention was grabbed once more as he heard his last name called out by the teacher.

"Mr. Wilson, will you come and see me before you leave?"

A look of confusion filled his face. His name was being called for the first time in the class in weeks. He looked hesitantly at his professor, a nice looking brunette who was close to middle age, and started to walk over. Backpack slung over his shoulder, he shuffled his feet sluggishly, not relishing whatever talk she had planned with him. Standing in front of her, he became acutely aware of his height, something that had been happening more and more since that night - Victoria's humiliating words constantly rang in his head. They were the same height, him and the professor, something he hadn't thought about before and something that now filled him with embarrassment; she was not a large woman.

"Uh, y-yes Dr. Turner? What do you n-need?" Dylan managed to stutter out, stumbling over his words - another new development since the incident.

"You and Ms. Davis are friends aren't you? I noticed she hasn't been in class recently and hasn't sent me any kind of message about her absences. She was a fairly astute student and I enjoyed her presence. Do you know where she has been?"

The topic of Jessica caught Dylan off guard, and he choked on his breath for a moment. He coughed several times, his brain racing to come up with a response. 'Willing sexual slavery' was probably not what the proper professor wanted to hear. Clearing his throat, Dylan sputtered out an answer once more.

"Oh, s-she, uh J-Jessica, is um, sick." He finished lamely.

"Hmmm I see." Dr. Turner replied with a hint of doubt in her voice. She turned around and grabbed a paper off of her desk. Facing Dylan once more, she held it out to him and addressed him again

"I would like you to give this to her if you could. It's a copy of the essay instructions I assigned this week and emailed to all of you. She was doing well in this class and I wouldn't want that to change."

Somewhat hesitantly, Dylan grabbed the paper out of her hands. Giving her a once over with his sunken eyes, he gave her a non-commital grunt of affirmation and quickly marched out of class. Dr. Turner looked at him inquisitively as he left. He had also been a good student but now he seemed completely different from before. Maybe it was drugs. She turned around to her desk and brushed her brown hair out of her face and began gathering her things up before her next class. The real truth of what was wrong would seem completely outlandish compared to her own assumptions.

Dylan barged into one of the bathrooms near the classroom, thankfully not the same bathroom he had nearly spent a whole night in, and moved towards the sinks. Turning on one of the sinks, he splashed the cold water into his face to try and reset himself. He looked down through wet eyes and realized his hands were shaking. He was shaking. Just the thought, the suggestion of him going and seeing Jessica had filled him with fear. He couldn't do it, could he? He couldn't just go to her apartment and see her. Victoria would probably be there. He'd probably walk in on them fucking. He didn't think he could survive actually seeing them fuck in person. His whole body trembled at the idea.

Realizing he had been standing there, shaking, staring at his hands for several minutes, Dylan quickly gathered himself and trudged out of the bathroom. He aimlessly stalked around the halls, biting his nails and staring at the ground. He had time to kill before his next class, time he had usually spent with Jessica. He glanced at his phone, silently thanking the heavens that there were no new notifications, and started to head to his next class. More classes around this time started to let out, and the hallways quickly filled with other students. He looked around wildly, glaring at everyone he passed by, paranoid that suddenly Jessica or Victoria could show up at any time. The thought of seeing either of them once more had sent him into a frenzied state.

The rest of the day passed in much the same way. Dylan went to his classes, eyes constantly darting around the room as if Victoria might burst from the ground at any time with Jessica stuck on her cock. He couldn't focus on anything. Constantly twitching in agitation, he bit his nails down to a painful shortness. After each class was over, he wandered around the halls and the grounds of campus, regularly peering over his shoulder for the sexual spectres that haunted him. His phone was constantly in his hand, it's dark screen showing nothing but his manic visage. Dylan was losing it.

As his last class ended he quickly shoved the few things he had bothered to take out during class back into his backpack, and scurried to the door. He wandered the hallways once more, although by this point they were becoming vacant of any other students. The sun shone dimly through the windows as it slowly set in the distance. Dylan's drifting finally landed him in front of the main entrance to the building he had wandered into, and it hit him: he had no classes left for the rest of the day.

Breath catching in his throat, Dylan realized he was faced with a decision: did he go home to his apartment like he always would, barely existing until he finally fell asleep, or did he do as his professor requested and enter the lion's den - Jessica's apartment. As he ran the options through his mind, he felt his feet start to move, almost of their own accord, and exit the school building. He made his way across campus, ignoring the set paths and walking through the grass and dirt, moving like he wasn't in control of his body. Reaching the usual exit on campus he took, his body turned in a different direction. He wasn't going home.

He moved as though he was in a trance. His eyes practically lidded-over, he shuffled sluggishly towards his destination. While it was a bit further into the city, Dylan knew the path to his destination like the back of his hand. It was a place he'd been innumerable times. Houses and apartments became a lake in his peripheral - not that he was paying much attention to what was around him. He was on autopilot. It was muscle memory. The only things different from the countless other times he had walked this path was that there wasn't a gorgeous blonde walking with him or a look of eagerness filling his features because he was going to get to see that angelic figure. This walk felt more like a march off a plank, and he had finally reached the edge. The bottomless sea churned below him.

He was standing before Jessica's front door. The chipped, off-white painted wood loomed menacingly over him. A faded gold door-knocker called his name, the peephole above it glaring ominously at him. A sight that had once brought him so much joy and excitement, an eagerness to unlock its secrets and claim the bounty inside, now filled him with nothing but dread. He raised a shaky hand, twitching like he was overdue for a fix, and brought it to the dull metal handle of the knocker. He grabbed it, it's cold metal feeling familiar in his hand, and rapped it several times against the door. The hollow sound it produced hung heavily in the air.

Waiting with bated breath, Dylan listened closely for the sound of an approaching body. After a couple minutes of deafening silence, Dylan came to the relieving realization that maybe no one was home, and that he could leave. He could leave. He could stick the paper he was tasked to bring here into the crack of the door, and turn around and march home, no one the wiser. He could be rid of all this. He could start anew. He could be free. Just as his lips started to twist into a smile, a noise caught his attention. Footsteps.

They were light, soft. They pitter-pattered across the floor, moving quickly to the door before stopping in front of it. Dylan could hear the sound of someone grabbing the doorknob on the other end. It began to turn before suddenly stopping, and Dylan could see movement from the other side of the peephole. Someone was one the other side of the door, waiting, staring at him. Finally after another minute of still silence, the knob finished turning and the door creaked open.

Jessica stood in front of him staring at him with confused eyes. He took her in, absorbing as much as he could as if she'd vanish into thin air at any moment. She was surprisingly clothed - albeit barely. He didn't think he'd seen her with clothes on since the incident, all of the pictures she was featured in had her unsurprisingly nude. Wearing a white tank top that ended above her belly button, her large breasts were barely contained and her nipples were clearly hard under the thin material. Hugging her hips was a small thong, also white, that gripped her generous hips tightly. Besides the confused look on her face, she looked tired and worn: her eyes had black circles under them and her jaw and cheeks looked bruised. Her blonde hair which was usually meticulously taken care of, looked tangled and matted. She also appeared thinner than before, and much like her face, light bruises covered her body. Dylan could also see thin red lines painting her stomach. All signs of Victoria's rough treatment.

On the other hand, Jessica barely looked at Dylan. To her, he was just someone who wasn't Victoria. She had been resting - she needed as much as she could to endure bouts with her futa goddess. Victoria was supposed to come tonight and she usually just let herself in. When Jessica heard the knock at the door, it didn't register to her at first and she ignored it. When it finally occurred to her that it might be Victoria, she hurried to answer it, not wanting to upset her mistress. But instead it was her ex-boyfriend, someone she hadn't even thought about since that night. She hadn't thought about anything except pleasing Victoria.

"What? What do you want?!" Jessica demanded impatiently, breaking the quiet. Before, her voice when talking to Dylan was always sweet and gentle, even when they got into one of their few fights. Now her tone contained nothing but annoyance. Dylan stared back blankly, his words lumping in his throat. Instead of replying, he reached out unsteadily, grasping at the girl in front of him, a girl that simultaneously looked so much like the girl he loved, and nothing like her at all. She slapped his hand away.

"Are you gonna say something? Why did you come here?!" Jessica spat out, regarding him with disgust.

"Uh. Well. Uh. Um. I-"

"Spit it out. I. Don't. Have. All. Night." she interrupted, saying each word deliberately like she was talking to someone who didn't speak English.

"I have a paper, from class. Dr. Turner. She uh… She wanted you, wanted me to give a paper to you. For school, uh class." Dylan managed to blurt out, stumbling over his words as soon as he said them. Jessica's expression softened for a moment, being reminded of school. She hadn't thought about college at all since her life changed. Nothing else really mattered to her anymore. Sighing deeply, she turned her body and extended her arm in an inviting manner. Looking Dylan in his eyes she addressed him once more, her voice losing some of its anger.

"Well, come in I guess."

Dylan's muscles froze. Of all the things he had expected to happen, Jessica inviting him in was at the bottom of the list. The top half of his body lurched forward, but his feet remained firmly planted in their place. His body was fighting itself. Half of him knew he shouldn't enter, and that only suffering awaited him, but the other half yearned for the chance at normalcy, no matter how slim the chance. However, gravity made the decision for him, and the forward momentum of his torso caused him to tumble forward, nearly falling face first onto the ground. He caught himself on the door frame and took an unsteady step inside. Jessica rolled her eyes at his apparent clumsiness.

The apartment, much like Jessica, looked to be only a shadow of its former self. Jessica had been a borderline neat-freak before, her place always being much more cleanly and kempt compared to his own more stereotypical bachelor pad. But now her apartment looked more like the den of a prolific prostitute. From the areas visible from the front door, the entryway and the living room, it appeared as though no spot in the apartment had been spared from Victoria's carnal wrath.

The ground itself had been stained with semen, probably permanently. The once dark hardwood that layered the entryway was almost completely white now; only small spots of color managed to poke through the crusted on goo. Beyond that the beige carpet that covered the living room didn't look much different in color. However, it now looked soggy and crusty in different parts, and there were clearly small puddles that hadn't quite dried yet. The walls also looked like they had been hit with a fresh coat of white paint, but one of a much more perverse nature.

Of course the furniture hadn't been spared either. The small table in the corner of the living room, the one Jessica had used as a makeshift dining set, was cracked in half with one it's legs broken. It lay in a shattered pile along with the secondhand chairs Jessica had purchased from a garage sale, both having suffered similar fates. The TV, pictures, and paintings that adorned the wall were all shattered or broken, some still standing but most resting randomly on the soaked carpet. The couch sat haphazardly, a couple of it's legs bent out of shape, and the cushions were ripped and torn in places - at least the ones he could see. Several were missing. And as expected, much like the carpet and walls, everything was covered in cum, as if Victoria had sought to wash away any trace of Dylan's presence or Jessica's former life, baptizing the entire apartment in her essence.

"Hurry and take a seat, I don't have all night!" Jessica snapped at him, breaking Dylan out of his stupor. He took another step forward, and as he tried to take a third step, he found his shoe was slightly glued to the sticky floor. With a slight strain, he ripped his foot from the cum trap, and walked towards the couch, not knowing where else to go. Another new feature of the apartment hit him: it reeked of sex. Not only was the overpowering scent of Victoria's ultra virile cum assailing his nostrils, but he could make out the clear smell of feminine arousal, reminding him that Jessica was a willing party in this whole affair. Quickly covering his face with his hand, he stood in front of the couch and looked down. There was really no safe spot to sit down. Picking the most dry-looking cushion, he sat on the couch, his butt nearly hanging off the edge. Dylan wanted as little cum as possible staining his clothes.

Jessica followed behind him, and sat herself on the other side of the couch. Unlike Dylan, nothing about the cum covered room seemed to bother her - from the stench to the stickiness of the floors. As she plopped down, Dylan's eyes naturally fell onto her bouncing breasts. They looked huge under the thin tank top, their enormity jiggling for several seconds due to their size. They had always been his favorite, even more so than her bubbly ass. Jessica rolled her eyes and looked back judgmentally, scowling at his ogling. She cleared her throat to draw his attention.

"So, do you have it or not?"

"Oh uh, yeah. One s-second." Dylan replied nervously. He fumbled with the straps of his backpack for a second before setting it on his lap, not trusting the couch to leave it unblemished. He rifled through his bag for a second before finding the paper, his hands shaking once more. Pulling it out, he noticed it's slightly crumpled state, his face turning red in embarrassment at his callous handling. He held it out to Jessica, her hand briefly brushing his as she snatched it from his grips, sending his heart a flutter. She gave it a once over and looked back up at him.

"Alright so this is due in a week. Easy. Send me a picture of your no-"

Jessica's demands were suddenly interrupted. The front door swung open forcefully, banging against the wall. A crack could be heard on impact. The two former-lovers heads turned and looked up at the intrusion, although both for different reasons. Jessica looked with excitement, realizing her long-awaited guest had finally arrived, her panties instantly becoming a little more moist. Dylan looked over with fear. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He felt like he was gonna blackout. Filling the door frame was the source of all his nightmares, both waking and sleeping.

Victoria stood stoically. Her straight black hair fell down to her breasts, a blue sweater covering her torso. Hands resting on her hips, the clear bulging of her biceps could be seen through the wooly-looking material. Gray sweatpants hugged her lower half, the material having the same effect on her that all guys hoped it would, but for her the effect was more pronounced that any normal male could ever hope to achieve. Down her right leg was an incredibly long, snaking bulge. It looked like she had 2 legs stuck down the pant sleeve. It strained the material, the sweatpants looking like they'd tear at any time. The bulge continued down nearly to her ankle, almost touching the top of the black running shoes that adorned her feet. The base of her crotch also bulged out obscenely, like she was smuggling a pair of soccer balls in her pants. She stared impassively at the couple.

Immediately bolting up at the sight of the well-built futa, Jessica practically ran over to her. Slipping on the soaked carpet, leftover cum sinking between her toes, she tripped and landed in front of Victoria. She quickly stood up, despite the pain that coursed through her knee, and stared up with adoration at the much taller figure in front of her. Victoria looked back down, anger filling her face. Jessica didn't even have enough time to be confused or ask what she had done wrong before Victoria gave her a light, light for her anyway, slap across the face.

"You knew I was coming over. I told you this morning. And you didn't bother to clean yourself up at all. You look like shit. Go get cleaned up or I'll leave, I have other cumdumps I can visit."

With this last threat, Jessica stuttered out an apology and backed away. Seeing the serious look on Victoria's face, she turned around and scurried off to the bathroom, her feet plopping on the stained wood flooring. Once she was out of sight, Victoria watching her the whole time with an amused expression on her face, she turned towards Dylan. He was still sitting on the edge of the crooked couch, staring open mouthed at the futa. She waltzed over to him, the outline of her cock bouncing lightly in its constrained state. When she stood in front of him, she bent down until her face was only inches away from his, the amused smile never leaving her face.

"Look who decided to finally show up. I wondered when you were gonna show your stupid little cuck face. I knew you would make your way here eventually. Did you think you would win her back? That you somehow convince her to come back to you? Well I've got bad news for you idiot, she ain't yours anymore, and never will be!"

Victoria punctuated this final exclamation by spitting on Dylan's face. The wet projectile hit him in the eye and dripped down his face. Wiping his face, Dylan finally felt something other than despair and apathy well in his stomach. Anger. He jolted up, his backpack and its contents falling to the ground. Had he been taller, he would've been staring Victoria right in the face, but unfortunately he stood half a foot shorter than the towering futa. Looking up, he clenched his fists and his teeth, his body shaking in rage. Victoria peered down at him with a smug grin.

"Why?! Why did you have to do this to me?! Do you hate me that much? Why take Jessica away from me? We were happy! And now she's with you and you treat her like shit! You've ruined her whole life! You don't even care about her! Why?! WHY?!"

Dylan finished his questioning and accusation with a yell. He gritted his teeth as tears fell down his face, overwhelmed by the sudden burst of emotions he felt. Victoria, however, looked back down at him unimpressed. Her expression hadn't changed, a cocky smile still plastered on her face. With one arm she pushed him, her strength being enough to send him sprawling onto the couch. Before he could collect himself, Victoria raised her left foot and stomped down on his crotch. Dylan let out a cry, followed by a gasp, and grasped his groin. If he hadn't been wearing jeans, the pain would've been so much worse. He curled up into a ball to try and protect himself from any further blows. Victoria laughed again.

"You're so fucking pathetic. Hate you? I barely think of you. Humiliating you is just so fun. And you're right, I don't care about Jessica. She's just another cum dump for me, although she is better than most. And you? You're just a weak little man that I can fuck with whenever I'm bored. If you didn't have a girlfriend that was such a hot piece of ass, I wouldn't have even looked your way. Touch luck, cuck. And for why? This is the only why I need!"

The tall futa took a step back and grunted. A ripping sound tore Dylan from his ball of misery - he had pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly as if to protect himself further from the physical and verbal abuse. Cracking open his tear-filled eyes, he looked to see what this new sound was. Staring up at Victoria, he looked around wildly. Finally his eyes found the source and they bulged in their sockets like they had nearly two weeks ago. He wished he hadn't opened them at all.

The ripping sound was Victoria's pants shredding from the force of her cock. With a single grunt she flexed it, and this was enough to destroy the flimsy material of the sweatpants. Now it hung heavily in all of its unrestrained glory. The tip of it bounced near her shins, the fat head looking nearly softball sized. The shaft was just as thick, and the finger thick veins that criss-crossed it's length visibly pulsed. About halfway up her shaft, her giant balls finally came into view. They looked like two footballs in a burlap sack and they visibly bulged out of the thick sack that contained them. The whole thing was monstrous. Victoria wrapped one hand around the base, as much as she could at least, her large hand not coming close to enveloping its might, and gave it a good shake, sending it wobbling back and forth. It was still flaccid, and to Dylan, it looked even bigger than it had been in the very first picture he had received that set off the entire incident. It had grown.

The sight of it caused all the courage and anger Dylan had managed to muster to drain out of him. Seeing it in person, even it's flaccid state, was an entirely different experience than seeing it over text. Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer enormity of it. It visibly lurched and pulsed on its own, and the gurgling he had heard before in videos was now much more pronounced. Her balls were constantly producing cum even when she wasn't hard. There was also something else, something he couldn't have experienced over the phone: the smell. A clear, new odor permeated the room, overpowering the smell of stale cum and pussy juice. The musk was so strong, if was like someone was venting the essence of pure sex into the room. It was so powerful, it made Dylan's head feel light.

After staring at Victoria's inhuman appendage for several minutes, the head of it now oozing it's thick white precum onto the floor in a steady drip, Dylan heard a new sound over the gurgling of the futa's testicles. Coming from the adjacent room, the sound of a shower turning off could be heard. Dylan hadn't realized a shower had been turned on at all, completely consumed by Victoria's overwhelming presence. Still curled up in his defensive position, he looked over at the following sound of a door opening and the wet slaps of feet on hardwood entering the room. There was Jessica, finally making her reappearance, completely naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around her head.

Her skin glistened from the water that still clung to her skin. Strands of her blonde hair, now free of the dried cum that had once matted it, stuck out from under the white towel. Her blue eyes shone with lust at seeing the half-naked form of Victoria turned away from her, her immense balls and multiple feet of flaccid cock easily visible from between her legs. Jessica's skin in general looked much better, many of the bruises not as glaringly obvious on her clean skin. Her breasts hung heavily, covering most of her chest and almost touching her belly button. Her nipples stood stiff, never losing their erectness. Now fully visible, her pussy looked quite different than Dylan had remembered it. It also visibly glistened, although it was just as much from arousal as it was from the shower. But, more alarming to Dylan, was how stretched it looked even in it's untouched state. The lips hung loosely and the once tiny slit gaped noticeably; no longer was this the cute, virginal-looking vagina that Dylan had known so intimately.

Victoria's effects on the girl were clear. Before, her sinful body had seemed out of place compared to her personality and style. Her innocent demeanor and more conservative way of dressing seemed more fitting of a girl with a less sexual stature. Now, Dylan could tell just from how she looked at Victoria, a hunger filling her eyes, that she was different. She stood like she owned her sexuality, her chest puffed out and her hips slightly jutted, as if she was trying to present herself as more of a sexual object to be used than a regular girl. As Dylan had learned before, her personality had been corrupted to match the overdeveloped body she had been blessed with.

Turning her head, Victoria gave a knowing look to the nude girl. Without a word, Jessica ripped the towel from her head, and sauntered over to the futa. Victoria turned, now standing profile to Dylan and Jessica, and put her hands on her hips. As soon as Jessica reached the futanari, she fell to her knees and immediately nuzzled up against her intimidating appendage. She rubbed her head up and down against the thick shaft, inhaling deeply of Victoria's strong cock musk. Overwhelmed by her lust, she quickly went to work on trying to get her cock hard, literally diving head first into it, tongue first.

Gripping the middle of the shaft in both hands to try and stabilize the beast, Jessica placed her mouth on the base of it. She ran her tongue up and down and side to side, trying to cover as much of the shaft in her saliva as she could. As he head moved down, wetting more and more of the prodigious sex organ, she let out a strained grunt. With a noticeable flex of her muscles, she lifted the middle of the shaft up, the cock drooping over her arms and slapping her torso. She continued to lick, slowly holding more of the cock higher so that she could access more of its might. Finally facing the head, she gave it a sloppy kiss before wrapping her plush pinks lips around the tip. Probing her tongue into the vastness of Victoria's urethra, she wiggled it around, slowly gathering the thick precum in her mouth. With a large gulp she swallowed it, followed by a moan at the pungent taste of Victoria's thick baby batter.

After making out with the mouth of Victoria's cock for several more minutes, constantly swallowing the steady supply of precum, she finally detached her lips from the dense dick and lifted it up once more. Now having access to the underside of Victoria's cock, the wrist thick tube of the urethra now visible, she repeated the process. As she got further up Victoria's cock, slowly making her way to the base, she slung it over her shoulder. It slapped loudly as it hit her back, and snaked down nearly to the crest of her ass. She grunted once more, the weight of it nearly heavy enough to cause her body to sag. After more minutes, she finally reached the bottom of the base, and pulled slightly away as she reached Victoria's enormous sack.

Jessica wrapped her arms around the meaty balls in front of her, their immensity nearly filling them fully and almost completely covering her chest. Victoria's testicles were nearly as big as Jessica's breast, and they continued to grow with the amount of cum that filled them. They would quickly overtake them in size. Planting her face into the folds of the sack, Jessica dragged her tongue all over it, it's rough surface rubbing against her features. She alternated her licking and slobbering with taking as much skin in her mouth as she could and sucking. Lifting the balls to her face, she licked them all over, already knowing from past experience that their size made them too big to engulf with her small mouth.

After finishing her oral worship, Jessica walked back on her knees, and let Victoria's cock fall from her body. It hit the ground with a loud thud. Despite the fact that it still wasn't hard, it had grown much larger and was now big enough to reach the ground. The head and several inches of the shaft lay on the floor. Victoria's cock was now literally longer than her leg. The head of it continuously belched large gouts of cum onto the floor, quickly forming a new puddle around her cock. Victoria reached down and gave it another strong shake as if to show that it still wasn't hard - like any more proof was needed. The shake caused more cum to spray out, and the head of it splashed in the puddle of cum it rested in.

Dylan watched on in abject horror. Victoria's cock, which had seemed impossible before, had seemingly grown even larger since the incident. It hung literally to the floor with inches to give. It actually snaked along the floor beneath her, like it was actively hunting for a hole to ruin. Worst of all, Dylan had to watch the girl he still loved deeply worship this mammoth member in real time. He was no longer only witnessing partial angles or still frames, Now, Dylan had to witness each lick, each kiss, each act of devotion, in person. He didn't know if his mind could take much more of this.

"Mmm that was a good start slut. But I think it's time for me to take the reins now," Victoria says, lifting her cock, her own impressive muscles noticeably flexing a little in effort, while grabbing the shaft right below the head. "Open wide! Time for your first stretching!"

Scooting forwards once more, Jessica looked up at Victoria and opened her mouth as wide as she could, small bits of drool escaping the sides of her lips. Her face was already wet with her own saliva after the countless minutes she had spent licking and rubbing against Victoria's pole. Stepping forwards, practically holding her cock in a bunch at this point, the futa plopped the too-large looking head into the blonde's waiting mouth. Half of the head completely filled her mouth, the rest of it sticking out obscenely between her lips. Jessica knew this wouldn't be the case for long though.

One hand still taming her giant cock, Victoria reached out with her other and gripped the back of Jessica's head. Wrapping her hand in a tangle of hair, she started to pull the girl towards her, while pushing forward with her hips and cock. Jessica's lips strained mightily against the incredibly girthy glans for several seconds before a loud pop was heard. Following the pop, Jessica's jaw seemed to dislodge like a snake's, and her mouth finally engulfed the enitery of Victoria's cock head. Eyes watering, Jessica moaned at this feeling - the euphoria in knowing she was pleasuring her goddess outweighed the fact that her jaw had been mildly dislocated by the sheer girth of it.

Victoria also let out a light moan before looking down at her worshipper with a satisfied smile. She had trained her cum dump well. It had almost happened during their first encounter, but after several more oral sessions, she had found it was a must. Her cock had grown once more, like it had many times in the past, and now the size of it was simply too large to fit into any normal person's mouth without a little bit of injury. One of the reasons that Jessica was her current preferred partner was due to the fact that she was willing, willing and eager in fact, to deform herself for Victoria's pleasure. She would dislocate her jaw just for Victoria's satisfaction.

Now that her head was firmly lodged in her sex slaves maw, her cheeks bulging comically trying to contain the immense girth, Victoria could really start the oral fun. Her hand still tangled in Jessica's hair, she pulled her head forward. Slowly, more inches of thick cock, nearly hard as steel despite the fact that she wasn't erect yet, entered Jessica's mouth. Her lips were spread paper thin around the invading monster, and her face was almost more cock than person. With a grunt, Victoria thrust her hips forward, forcing her cockhead into Jessica's waiting throat.

Choking audibly on the thick cock invading her body, Jessica would've gagged if she could but the enormity of the appendage entering her stopped any chance of that happening. Her throat bulged obscenely, the cock widening it more than it was ever meant to. Someone watching this absurd scene, such as Dylan, could literally trace the path that Victoria's cock took through Jessica's body, the protruding outline of her mushroom shaped head showing significantly through the poor girl's skin. As more of Victoria's cock cored the girl's gullet, she felt her cock finally start to stiffen some, slowly straightening her cock out from its nearly-folded state.

Her cock head hit another entrance, this one to Jessica's stomach, and forced its way through. With still more feet outside of her body than in, Jessica was slowly losing space in her body to accommodate the massive beast. Feeling Victoria's cock now firmly lodged in her stomach, the head showing between her breasts, Jessica could also feel her stomach slowly start to fill with the steady stream of cum that Victoria's cock was always releasing. Her stomach quickly bloated from this, and it now appeared as though she had stuffed herself with too much food; this was only a half truth - she could never fill herself with enough Victoria's virile seed.

Finally, Victoria felt herself bottom out in Jessica's stomach, despite the fact the blonde girl's head was nowhere near her crotch. Placing her other hand in Jessica's hair, Victoria grabbed a handful in each hand and began to rock her head back and forth on her meat. With every pull and push, she picked up speed, and began to piston her hips to match. Her growing orbs of cum slapped back and forth against her legs and shaft, still too far away from Jessica to touch her body. After a couple minutes of this, she had sped up enough to really facefuck this slut. Jessica's mouth was nothing but a sex toy for her to use, and use her she would!

She fucked her face harder and harder, only pulling out enough cock to let Jessica breath before plunging as much as she could back down. Jessica's stomach continued to inflate: she now looked several months pregnant and gaining fast. Spit and slobber flew from Victoria's cock, splattering against Jessica's already wet face and dripping onto her body. After several minutes of brutal unrelenting facefucking, Victoria felt she had lubed her cock well and gained enough rigidity to get to the main show. Letting go of Jessica's head, she took a step back and began to pull her lengthy cock out of its willing receptacle.

After several steps back, her cock was fully unsheathed from Jessica's mouth. Now half-hard, it actually managed to lift itself off the ground, if only barely. The head hovered above the floor, still leaking cum, and her whole cock now stuck out at a 45 degree angle from Victoria's crotch. Each flex sent it bobbing, but it was clear that the unnatural weight of it kept it from rising more. As Victoria grabbed it and lifted it up, it clearly still wasn't completely hard - the bend in the middle showed it still had a ways to go before becoming fully erect. Slapping her cock head across the panting blonde's face, Victoria addressed her once more.

"Time to get fucked, hole. Bend over the other side of the couch, I want to mount you."

Punctuating her words with another cock slap, Victoria lifted her cock off of Jessica's face and looked at her expectantly. The kneeling girl looked back up at her as if in a trance, a slight bit of cum dripping from her face. Her eyes were glazed over, clearly drunk with cock lust. With a scowl, Victoria lifted her cock up high, and then let go, letting her meaty pole free fall towards Jessica. Loudly smacking onto her face, the force of her cock dropping knocked Jessica onto her back. She gasped at the shock of the hit, and quickly scrambled to her feet, finally knocked out of her reverie. She passed by Dylan without a glance, and bent over the L end of the couch, wiggling her ass back and forth in invitation.

Victoria followed her slowly, removing her sweater and throwing it to the side and stroking her cock as she went; her cock spewed cum with every stroke, painting a path to Jessica's waiting cunt. Stopping in front of Dylan, more by necessity than anything due to her mighty length demanding that she position herself farther than any man would need to, she looked at him with a devilish smirk. Turning back to the slut waiting for her, she aimed her swinging cock at Jessica's dripping cunt. She slapped it against the dripping hole several times, her cum splattering against Jessica's ass.

Prodding her incredibly engorged cockhead against Jessica's cunt, it's size now nearly as big as a melon, it could be clearly seen that the glans were still far too thick to fit into the small opening, despite its loose state. Knowing what was coming, Jessica reached back with both arms and stuffed fingers from both hands into her cunt. Snagging them on the sides, she stretched herself out, widening her cunt more than it already had been. Now that her cunt was widened even more, her hole gaping and dripping with excitement, Victoria made her move.

Victoria thrust her hips forward steadily, her hands still stabilizing her cock. With her fuck toy now pulling herself open, her cockhead managed to plug itself into the well-lubed hole. The size of it filled every inch of space available, and forced Jessica's fingers out; they were no longer needed now that Victoria's fuck tool had gained entry. Jessica half-screamed at this forceful penetration: despite the fact that she got fucked for hours on end nearly every day, the initial penetration never got easier. Although at this point, she relished the pain that Victoria's mighty weapon brought her, knowing not only was immense pleasure coming, but that she was satisfying the source of this pleasure. Not only that, but it seemed to her like every time her once-tiny pussy was finally stretched out enough to more easily take Victoria, her cock only grew larger.

Once her cockhead had finally made it's way into Jessica's pussy, Victoria slowly started to inch her way further in. Her cock continued to fill with blood and engorge larger and larger, gaining both length and incredibly, an even larger amount of girth. Jessica's legs were forced apart, and she grabbed the cushion as much as she could to brace herself for the fucking. After nearly a foot of cock had been forced into Jessica's body, the bugle in her stomach the telltale sign that Victoria was coring her out once more, she screamed out as her first full orgasm hit her. Several inches of Victoria's cock immediately sticking out of her cunt were instantly soaked, along with the cushions, her thighs, and the ground below them. Jessica's orgasms had only grown more intense and more mind destroying with every punishing fuck that Victoria delivered. While she was cumming her brains out, Victoria looked over at Dylan, now slightly further away from him than when she had started, and reached out towards him.

"Hey cuck, time for you to pleasure me too!"

His eyes had never left the pair. He watched as Victoria's tree trunk of a penis made its way into her stomach and inflated it without even truly cumming. He watched it engorge, the veins that adorned it's length looking like roots to a mighty oak. Her balls swelled even bigger before his eyes, now basketball size once more. Her growth had gone quicker than before, and when she finally pulled out and walked by him, she looked more like a person attached to a cock than the other way around, her size more grand than it had been when she was fully hard during the incident. The smell of cum and cock was so intense, he felt he could barely think. Victoria's words, as they had done many times before, snapped him to attention.

He looked up at her, his eyes tearing away from the ridiculous penetration happening in front of him, and watched as her hand struck out at him. Cringing, he closed his eyes and tried to pull his knees further into his body to defend himself. But the pain of a fist never came. Instead, he felt her hand slide through his blonde locks and roughly grab a bunch of it into her fist. Her incredible strength became quickly apparent as she practically lifted him from the couch one handed and pulled him towards her. Dylan's eyes stayed shut from the pain, and he felt nothing else until his face was suddenly pressed up against something hot and leathery. And pulsing. And gurgling.

Fear coursed through Dylan's veins. A very familiar musk filled his nostrils, except this time it was 10 times as strong. He hesitantly opened his eyes, and quickly closed them as his suspicions were confirmed. His attempts at pulling back or turning his head were met with instant resistance as Victoria held him firmly in place. She pressed him down harder. Even his attempts at pulling his whole body back proved futile: Victoria was just too strong. Finally giving in, Dylan slowly opened eyes, the heavy smells causing his eyes to water. Massive and growing bigger with every passing moment was Victoria's inhuman ballsack, and he was pressed up against it's smothering mass.

"You better put that mouth to work or I'll make you do a lot worse. And I won't be so nice about it."

Victoria addressed him once more, her hand still tangled in his air, before turning back to Jessica who was still comatose from her orgasms. She started to piston herself slowly, her fat cock still struggling to gain inches in her cunt. Dylan hesitated for a moment before meekly poking his tongue out. Deciding on the least painful option, he figured he could bare doing as little as possible to please Victoria. He slowly made tiny licks across the rough surface of the giant sack, the taste causing him to retract his tongue for a second before quickly sticking it back out after feeling Victoria's grip tighten on his hair.

As Dylan continued to lick, he looked around, finding his vision not completely obscured by the mass of flesh that smothered his face. Peering up, he noticed something he hadn't thought about before. Hiding behind Victoria's ridiculous male genitals, was a vagina. Unlike her boy parts, her vagina looked completely normal. It was small, the lips only sticking out slightly from her arousal, and there was a small sheen of moisture glistening across the slit. Dylan was surprised, although he didn't know what else he expected. Despite having a cock that would put an elephant so shame, her vagina looked completely normal. Completely normal and untouched.

Hoping maybe for the small chance he might get to touch her feminine bits rather than her masculine ones, he doubled down on his licking. He moved his head around, his tongue dragging against the leathery surface. Her sack swayed as she thrusted harder into Jessica, and lightly slapped against his face as he tried to please it. Finding it harder to consistently keep his tongue on her, he lifted his arms and gripped her balls from below. The orbs completely filled his hands and then some; the skin of her sack draped over his hands and arms. He massaged them lightly, not able to do much else with his skinny arms and hands, and pulled them closed to his body. He dove in face first, his head now completely enveloped.

Victoria's plan was working perfectly. The musk, the heavy scent that steamed off her body when she was aroused, intoxicated those around her. In no time, Dylan would do whatever she wanted without having to use force - he hadn't even realized she released his head a couple minutes ago. Fully focusing on the cunt she was currently plugging, she started to get into a good rhythm. Her cock had already penetrated her womb, and now she had nearly half of herself embedded into Jessica's body. The constant belching of cum from her urethra meant Jessica's womb was being inflated twice as quick. She could feel her pillar of cock had made its way far enough that Jessica's breasts were wrapped around it through her protruding skin - just another perk of having such a bitch breaking cock.

The combination of Jessica's tight womb - tight for Victoria at least, and Dylan servicing her balls rather well caused Victoria to feel her first orgasm incoming. Her balls began to lift and inflate faster than before, and her cock thickened once more. Urethra bulging obscenely, now as wide as a fist, her cock was nearly ready to cum. Her thrusts sped up as she tried to plunge as much of her cock into her human fleshlight as fast as she could. Dylan was still wrapped around her balls, although their weight and the force of her thrusts caused him to sway along with them. Finally, she could feel the first blast of cum race its way up her shaft.

Jessica was immediately inflated. No pregnancy could hold a candle to how large she got within seconds. Her body was lifted up by her cum filled stomach and the outline of Victoria's cock was instantly lost in the sea of cum. She got bigger and bigger, her stomach ballooning out past the sides of her body. Her breasts were pushed up to her chin and her arms and legs began to lift as well. Luckily, all of the inflating she had gone through the past 2 weeks had trained her body for this kind of punishment. As her stomach inflated enough for her to start to rest her head on, Victoria pulled out.

Orgasm not nearly closed to finished, she aimed her cock, finally fully hard, at Jessica's cum ballooned body. The streams that fired from her tip were more akin to a fire hose putting out a fire than a cock shooting cum. She covered the cum ball of a human in front of her, covering her head to toe. She soaked the couch just by proxy, her cum splashing off Jessica's body. Layer after layer covered her form, even her inhumanly filled stomach getting covered. Letting go of her cock, Victoria turned around, her never ending stream painting the room once more.

Dylan had been knocked back by Victoria's bucking balls when her orgasm started. He sat behind her, staring at her balls as they visibly enlarged with the amount of cum they were producing. He could hear the sounds of her shooting cum all over the room as he stared up in amazement. Seeing it in person was an entirely different experience. The cum was so thick and so copious it seemed like she was an entirely different species. As he looked on, she turned around completely and he was finally face to face with her giant, cum spewing monster.

Her urethra gaped obscenely. It looked as big as a mouth and he felt he could probably fit his whole hand in it. His glimpse of her behemoth was short lived as he was instantly hit with cum. It felt like someone had hit him in the face with a bucket of boiling water. Her cum was almost scalding hot. He was instantly forced onto his back and cum continued to rain down onto his body. As quick as Jessica had been, he was also covered within seconds. Victoria's onslaught of cum continued and she aimed her cock lazily at different parts of the room until it was all white. Dylan sat up and wiped his face.

The room, as expected, was completely covered. Jessica lay on her slowly deflating stomach, a waterfall of cum pouring from her slack cunt. She was unrecognizable both due to the amount of cum that covered her combined with her hyper inflated body. The couch was completely soaked, and glancing down, so was Dylan's backpack. Thick puddles of cum seeped into the carpet, and lines of it dripped down the walls. The only thing that wasn't soaked was Victoria, except for her cum covered cock. Dylan realized this was the first time he was seeing her cock completely erect since the night had started.

To say it was monstrous was an understatement. It was bigger than he'd ever seen it before. It sagged under its own weight, and with Victoria no longer holding it, it pointed down towards Dylan. It looked almost as long as Jessica was tall. Despite the fact that Victoria stood several feet away from Dylan, the head rested only inches away from his body. It's girth looked nearly as wide as his torso, and it pulsed angrily as drips of cum the size of baseballs leaked from it's tip. The veins that snaked along its massiveness bulged along with her heartbeat. Lastly, the balls he had spent so much time worshipping, following in his once-lover's footsteps, had blown up massively; it looked like a flesh-colored beach ball hung between her legs.

Victoria looked down at him with a contemplative look on her face. Turning back to Jessica, she plunged her behemoth organ unceremoniously back into her gaping cunt, causing the half-conscious blonde to scream in orgasm. Her cunt had been squirting out little streams of girlcum the entire time, but now that Victoria's cock was plunged into its depths once more, her juices geysered out. Victoria sawed her cock back and forth, quickling regaining its place, stirring up the cum that ballooned Jessica so. Cum leaked and sprayed out of the sides of her cunt, adding to the already drenched carpet. Victoria craned her head towards Dylan.

"Come over here, I have a job for you!" Victoria commanded. Dylan looked at her with wide eyes before scrambling to his feet. He slipped several times on the cum soaked ground before finding his feet. He ran over and stood next to the futa, his eyes going wide as he witnessed her mighty bitchbreaker destroying Jessica's cunt up close.

"It's your lucky day, cuck. I'm gonna let you touch her again. I want you to get her ass ready for me. It's about time I wrecked her last hole."

Hesitating for only a moment, Dylan dove down and placed his hands on both cheeks of Jessica's big ass. They wobbled in his hands as Victoria plunged her cock harder into her, and Dylan was momentarily brought back to a simpler time where this sensation was much more familiar. A sharp smack from Victoria on the back of his hand brought him back to reality, and he moved his head closer to her bouncing behind. Deciding quickly on what to do, he brought his tongue down to her tiny rosebud and plunged it in; this was something he had always wanted to do in their past relationship but she would never let him. Relishing this opportunity, even if it was nowhere near how he imagined it happening, Dylan swirled his tongue around her backdoor, trying to wet it as much as possible.

"You're gonna have to do more than that. I need her stretched. Use your hands. Both of them."

Glancing up at hearing Victoria's words, Dylan pulled his head back. One hand still bracing her ass, he placed his other between her jiggling cheeks. He probed a finger in cautiously, not wanting to hurt Jessica despite the state she was in. As he wiggled around, he noted that Jessica seemed not to notice at all, too consumed by the pleasure Victoria's wrecking monolith brought her. Encouraged by this, he stuck another finger in. He fingered her ass with renewed vigor, swirling his fingers around, slowly getting her ass accustomed to penetration.

Victoria's fucking sped up. The only problem with overinflating her cumdumps was that they always felt a little less tight after; that's why she was eager to fuck her ass. She looked over at Dylan and noted he was making good progress, he had 4 fingers plunging in and out of her ass with a determined look on his face. Looking up at her as if for approval, Victoria nodded down at him. He put his whole hand in and made a fist. He forced it in deeper, his wrist being swallowed by her ass. Jessica finally noticed this anal penetration and looked back, a shocked look on her face. Dylan was now fully fisting her asshole.

"Face forward slut. He's doing exactly what I told him too," the futa commanded, adding a couple more inches of cock into the girls slack cunt. Jessica swallowed before crying out once more in orgasm, her head nodding back down towards the ground. Victoria looked back and over to Dylan, now fully focused on his task, and slapped him on the shoulder. Looking up at her with a confused look, she pointed towards his other hand which was still holding one of Jessica's cum soaked cheeks. He looked over and gulped before nodding. Her silent command was loud and clear.

With one arm driven down nearly to his elbow, Dylan lifted the other up and started to dip a finger into the side of her taut hole. He began to pull it open more, and added another finger into it. After repeating this process, her recently-untouched asshole was now stretched open nearly enough for his head to fit in. Dylan plunged his other fist in and now worked on worming it as deep as his first was. Once he had both arms snugly in, he looked back up at Victoria with a pleading look on his face. This wasn't a look begging her to go easy on Jessica, but instead to affirm that he'd done well. He felt like he needed her approval.

"Good job bitch. Now hold it open for me."

Victoria unsheathed herself once more from the greedy cunt wrapped around her length. Dylan had brought his arms nearly out of Jessica's gripping asshole, and grabbed the rim with both hands. He began to pull it open until it felt like she'd tear if he went any further. The futanari lifted her cock up and slapped it against Jessica's ass, leaving large red imprints where her cockhead struck; this caused almost her entire ass to turn red. Victoria's cockhead was nearly as big as one of her cheeks. She positioned the head against her hole, the mushroom shaped glans touching Dylan's hands as she pressed it closer. Flexing her cock, she released a large stream of cum onto the stretched hole.

Dylan watched with anticipation. The feeling of Victoria's tip pressing against his hands caused his heart to race. This is closest he'd ever been to her cock, and he had never touched it until now. The heat emanating off of it was intense, like he was standing next to a fire. It made sense with how much blood would be needed to fill that monster. He could feel the head pulse as it sprayed more cum onto his fingers and her asshole. After what felt like hours, Dylan nearly holding his breath the entire time, she started to seriously push.

A blood-curdling scream immediately reverberated through the room as Jessica felt a new immensity start to enter her ass. She knew it was coming, she had felt Dylan fuck her ass with his arms, but she was so lost in sensation she couldn't do anything to try and resist. She had never let Dylan touch her back there in all their time dating, thinking of the act as disgusting. And now Victoria was trying to fuck in a hole that had never been touched till today. She almost wanted to resist, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Victoria no. Besides, what Victoria wanted Victoria got.

Her head began to enter the hole, slowly forcing its way in. It felt almost as tight as the first time she had fucked her cunt. Almost. But now with her new slave helping her, things were going much easier. As more of her head entered, Dylan's fingers were slowly forced out. Before her head could fully enter, the rim of it snagged on the sides. For once, fitting it in might be impossible. Victoria however wouldn't be denied. Bracing her feet on the ground, she thrust her hips harder than she had all day and with a loud popping sound, her glans finally burst through.

Now that her head was in, nothing was going to stop the futa from claiming her cumdumps last hole. This bitch's whole body would be formed to fit her cock perfectly. She began to slowly drive her cock forward, repeating the process she had done with so many cunts before. The tightness was exquisite. It was like Jessica's ass was trying to stop her cock with every inch, but she would not be denied. She felt another sensation on her shaft as Dylan gripped the sides, helping steady it for entrance. Having a new slave felt good.

Victoria started to take bigger steps forward, getting impatient with the slowness of her penetration. Her cock forced its way deeper, now stretching the blonde girl's asshole so much that small drops of blood could be seen mixing in with the cum that coated her cock. Deeper and deeper it went, slowly snaking its way through the girl's intestines into her stomach. Her body was being stretched more than it ever had been, her organs literally being pushed and rattled as her cock gained new ground. After almost half of her cock was in, she felt a familiar sensation.

The bulge that showed through Jessica's body was unreal. Most of the cum by this point had splashed from her gaping cunt, and the outline of Victoria's cock could be seen once more. It moved up her torso, the width being nearly as wide as the entire girl's body - she was only surviving because of all the previous inflations she had endured. Victoria's cock was now lodged firmly between her breasts, and paused for a moment to bask in the sensational feeling of being titfucked through skin. Only for a moment though did it stop, before it continued its destructive path further up. Only a minute later did it hit the entrance to her throat.

Jessica was used to feeling a cock coring out her throat, bulging her neck and plunging through her body, but not like this. This was different. Victoria's cock had reached her throat through her ass, and was steadily slamming into this entrance from below. The shoves got more forceful, before Jessica felt her hair supply cut off and the cock enter her throat completely. Her eyes glanced down, watering from this new feeling, and watched as the mushroom tipped outline bulged her throat obscenely. It felt like her throat would tear apart from the massiveness of Victoria's girth - she rarely fucked her face at full erection. And this was her biggest erection yet.

The futa moaned at this new sensation, feeling her cockhead hugged tightly by Jessica's throat. Even from a distance she could see her throat absolutely stretched around her cock, her entire body resembling more a condom than a person at this point. Victoria reached out and grabbed Jessica's legs and started to pull them. The human cocksleeve was lifted off the couch, now suspended on Victoria's cock, and was pulled down. The outline of the futa's glans continued to push up, until finally it broke through: Jessica's mouth gaped open as the very tip of Victoria's cock poked through.

The sight in front him caused his mind to shatter once more. Victoria had literally turned the girl he cared about most into a full sized human condom. And she had broken through the tip. With one last pull her cock head finally popped completely out of Jessica's mouth, her jaw dislocating instantly in order to accommodate it's massive size. As Dylan's eyes scanned down the length of Jessica's hanging body, he made a horrifying discovery: there was still an obscene amount of length sticking out of her widened asshole. Victoria's cock had literally gotten too big to completely stick into a human being.

This new sensation for Victoria was indescribable. It was like she was fucking multiple holes at one time with all the areas her cock bulled through. Still gripping Jessica's legs, she yanked the girl up and down her cock, pulling back just enough to let her breath every few strokes. Jessica's limp body bounced up and down her cock, her arms flailing to and fro as she could do nothing but be a toy for Victoria to use. At certain points it looked like she was throwing up cum because Victoria's cock continued to spray it through her body - but now instead of inflating her too inhuman degrees, it flew out of her mouth in large splatters.

A new idea popped into Victoria's mind. She let go of Jessica's legs and completely supported her with her cock. It barely caused her to strain at all. She flexed her mighty behemoth hard, causing it to lift up towards her chest. As her cock did it's best to stand upright under its own ridiculous weight, Victoria slid down a little more on it, the shaft poking through her mouth along with the head. Victoria continued to bounce her up and down on her cock, hands free, just by flexing and bouncing her hips. With a particularly strong thrust, her main goal had finally been accomplished.

Jessica was barely conscious through this intense anal fucking. No, it was more than just an anal fucking. Anal fucking is what normal people do. This was body fucking. Victoria was using her entire body as an onahole, more than she'd ever done so before. Her eyes were glued to Victoria's second head that jutted from her mouth with every thrust. She almost got used to the image before her vision was suddenly completely blocked. The dominant futanari's might pillar of fuckmeat had finally made its way out her mouth. With every bounce more and more shaft pierced through until it was all she could see. Then, she felt her fat ass cheeks touch Victoria's solid abs.

Victoria had pushed her entire cock through. Her slut was now completely impaled, and Victoria looked in triumph as her ass met her stomach. This look was only sustained for a moment before Victoria let out a loud groan. Her balls rumbled once more and her cock pulsed angrily. Her balls, which had her legs pushed to the sides, pulled up, and her urethra flared in size. A large bulged traveled up her urethra to her cockhead, and the tip gaped even larger. Victoria was cumming.

Cum rocketed out of her cock at an intense velocity. It sprayed up onto the ceiling and splashed back down onto the three below. Her cock continued to fire upward, nearly cracking the ceiling with the force of its spray. Regaining her wits for a moment, she grabbed Jessica's hips and pulled her upwards, slowly dislodging her from her cock. Cum sprayed out of her mouth, making it look like she was throwing up gallons of white paint. When Victoria finally lifted her enough so that her cockhead was once again lodged in her stomach, she let go of her human condom.

Immediately her stomach ballooned out. She was still spewing cum in a rapid torrent, but it didn't help. There was just too much for her body to handle. Jessica felt another flex as Victoria's cock started to blast another stream, not that anyone could tell that it was a new ejaculation with how quickly they fired back to back. But this time, her body couldn't handle it and she was forced off of Victoria's cock, the cum literally rocketing her up. The force of this cumshot sent her higher and higher on the cum spewing monster until she was finally forced off and sent sprawling into a cum drenched pile on the ruined carpet.

Victoria grabbed her cock with both hands and aimed the bucking beast towards Dylan. Dylan had been staring in wide eyed horror at the events unfolding in front of him, and didn't react quick enough to dodge the cum cannon firing towards him. He was knocked back into the couch, the shot too powerful for him to fight against once more. As he opened his eyes, he was suddenly dragged forward insistently before his head was slammed into Victoria's still spraying tip.

"Open up faggot!" Victoria commanded, mushing his head against her pounding cock. Dylan instinctively opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly cut off by a fleshy invader. Victoria had taken the opportunity as quickly as it had presented itself and shoved her cock into Dylan's mouth. At least as much of her cock as she could fit, which was only about half of the head. But it didn't matter, now he would be forced to swallow her cum

Her cock continued it's never ending torrent, blasting load after load into Dylan's stomach. She held his head with an iron grip, never letting him move an inch. Even though cum sprayed out of the sides of his mouth and down his nose, a river of baby batter still flowed into his stomach at an alarming rate. His mouth was awash with the white substance, its salty thickness completely overwhelming his taste buds. Dylan could think of nothing but to swallow, afraid he would choke to death on this cumshot of biblical proportions.

The futa held him there for minutes, and looked down with satisfaction at his inflating stomach. His shirt was quickly lifted up and his growing gut began to sag over his jeans. His legs looked like they were starting to give out, but Victoria held him firmly; he wouldn't be going anywhere. Finally, after minutes on end, Victoria's leviathan finally started to slow. She granted Dylan a temporary reprieve and pulled out, letting him cough up the cum that clogged his throat. However, his reprieve was not a large one, and her cock continued to spew thick shots of sludge over his entirety. Once he had been covered many times over, his mouth getting filled back up every time he had managed to empty it, her cock came to a rest, only a small stream, small by her standards, of cum continued to leak endlessly from the tip.

Being forced to swallow gallons of thick baby batter left Dylan in an exhausted daze. He hadn't even done anything but gulp down an incredible amount of Victoria's load and he felt like he'd just got finished with a full body workout. His whole body ached. Victoria's orgasm had literally fatigued him, his whole body having to work overtime just to survive. Looking down through cum glazed eyes, he looked at the state of his body. His shirt had ridden up to this chest and had small tears in places; his enormous cum gut hung down over his legs. His jeans had split down the crotch from the weight of his sagging stomach. Needless to say, he was covered in as many gallons of spunk as had filled him. He coughed up another mouthful of sperm and looked up at Victoria.

She was still erect. Of course she was. Her menacing pillar of sturdy cockmeat sagged only because of its own immense weight, not due to losing any rigidity. Victoria was turned, looking down at Jessica's fully unconscious form, a sly smile on her lips. Jessica was face down ass up, her inflated stomach lifting her up and her asshole gaping so wide Dylan felt like he could've seen out of her mouth if he peered through it. She was completely drenched, and the only way he could tell Victoria's skewering hadn't killed her was by the soft sounds of her breathing. Victoria turned back towards Dylan, wiping some of the cum that had dripped down onto her body.

"Well bitch boy, I'm still hard and my cumdump is out of commission. Looks like you're getting a promotion!"

It took several seconds for Dylan to realize what this meant, his eyes going wide once it hit him. His last bastion of sanity, what little of himself left that Victoria's destructive sexuality hadn't demolished screamed at him to run. This was his last chance. He could escape. He could go home and lead a normal life - at least as normal as someone who's been adjacent to the peak of human sexual prowess could ever hope to lead. Before his body even had a chance to react, Victoria grabbed him by his hair, her seemingly favorite handhold, and threw him back onto the couch.

Dylan landed in the same position Jessica was currently passed out in: his face was buried a semen soaked cushion and his ass waved in the air. Victoria hopped on the couch standing over him, and bent down. Her enormous cock slapped onto his torso causing him to grunt with the weight of it. It lay across his body, his head, and beyond; Dylan glanced up and saw that many inches of shaft and the glans stretched past his head. With one hand and her cock, Victoria held down Dylan's body, and with the other she grabbed the waist of his jeans. With one pull, she tore his jeans and his boxers clean off his body like they were nothing but tissue paper.

Squirming under her grip was pointless. Her strength was just too much, and her cock felt nearly heavy enough to hold him down on its own. When he felt his pants and underwear torn away, Dylan knew what was next. He wasn't getting out of this untouched. He felt Victoria's free hand grip his ass and give it a hard squeeze. All he could hope was that she was too big and he might leave with his anal virginity intact.

"Goddamn faggot!" Victoria yelled, punctuating her words with hard slaps to Dylan's bare rear, "If I had know you had this fucking bubble butt before I would've fucked you both at the same time! Your ass is almost as fat as your slut girlfriend's!"

Victoria continued to reign blows down on his ass, turning it a dark shade of red. Dylan's face turned the same shade of red, both from embarrassment and from the crying he was currently doing from the pain of the futa's slaps. Moving her cock to the side, Victoria grabbed Dylan's feminine cheeks, pulled them apart, and spit a large dollop of saliva right onto his untouched hole. Using her thumb, she rubbed it in and sank her spit-covered digit straight into his virginal ass.

Squirming once more, Dylan looked back in fear at Victoria. Nothing had ever penetrated his ass before. She glared back at him, giving him a clear warning: if he tried anything to stop her he was in for a world of hurt. Dylan looked back down and gritted his teeth. Victoria began the same process that she had Dylan to do with Jessica. She slowly inserted another finger, and then another. Minutes went by as she used her fingers to loosen his hole, before Dylan felt a fist stretch him out.

"Getting hard from this?! I can see your little dick bouncing around down there! I knew you really were a faggot!"

He couldn't bury his head in the cushions any deeper than it already was. He wanted to die. He wanted to die because Victoria was completely right: he was fully hard. He hadn't been this hard since the incident. Her anal fisting had him rock solid. She twisted her fist back and forth, grinding her knuckles against his prostate. Dylan whimpered pitifully as he felt his cock shoot out a few dribbles of cum - Victoria had made him cum without touching his little dick. She laughed when she noticed and used her other hand to deliver a hard slap to his ass.

Emboldened by his little orgasm, Victoria started to work her other hand into his ass. She dug finger after finger into it, stretching his rim with her hands. After more minutes of this, she managed to fit both fists into his depths. She plunged them in and out, constantly hitting Dylan's prostate and keeping him completely hard. Moving her arms back and forth, she did her best to gape him. She moved her fists deeper into his body, until her arms were nearly elbow-deep. Deciding he was stretched enough, she pulled her arms back until just her fists were stretching him, and unballed her hands. She grabbed the edges of his asshole and pulled them apart, trying to destroy any tightness that may have still remained.

Once Victoria felt he was as stretched as he'd get, at least by her hands, she jumped off of the couch. Now would be the real test. She was gonna have to fit her cockhead into his asshole. Since his first orgasm, Dylan had been whimpering and panting from the stretching the whole time. When he felt Victoria let go and get off the couch, he knew it was coming. She was gonna fuck him, and he would never be the same. Anticipation coursed through him. Victoria slapped her cockhead against his ass several times before speaking up.

"Hold your pussy open for me bitch boy. It's time for your first real fucking!"

Knowing better than to hesitate by this point, Dylan reached back and gingerly touched his ass. It was sore from all the hits it sustained. Reaching further, he gently touched the sides of his asshole; even though Victoria was no longer touching it, it was still gaped more than it had ever been before. He could feel the intense heat emanating from Victoria's cock as he slowly grabbed the sides of his hole. He pulled it apart until it felt like he couldn't anymore. Victoria slapped her melon sized head between his cheeks, a splash of cum instantly covering his ass. She stroked her cock up and down, letting her always cumming cock stream semen onto his ass. It flowed into it and around it. After minutes of this, Victoria knew he was ready.

The futa pressed her cock into the bowed boys held-open asshole. To Dylan, the feeling was both familiar and alien. It felt just like when he held Jessica's hole open for destruction, but this time it was his own that he was holding open. The pressure was intense. It felt like his whole ass was being folded into itself, so large was the genitalia pushing into him. He felt his hands being pushed away, a telltale sign her cock was gaining ground. It was slow going, but after several minutes of pushing, his hands were completely pushed out and her head popped in. Dylan screamed.

It felt like his ass was on fire. Every nerve ending felt like it was being pulled apart. Her cockhead alone felt like it filled his enitre body. It squished his prostate, constantly pressing into it just by its sheer enormity. The scream turned into a loud moan as Dylan felt his cock erupt in another orgasm. The pain also brought pleasure, and it felt his entire body was cumming from the feeling of her glans alone. His entire body shook for several seconds before coming to a stop. Dylan panted once more in exhaustion.

Taking steps forward, Victoria was uncaring about the state of her new fucktoy. Her shaft started to enter his ass, gaping it to an obscene degree. When she was close enough, she grabbed his feet and pulled him up, just like she had to Jessica. Immediately her cock gained more inches, and Dylan was suspended up; only his still-bloated stomach remained on the couch. With her new leverage, Victoria began to pull Dylan up and down her fuck pillar. Her cockhead never left his ass, but her shaft fucked in and out of it, gaining ground with every thrust.

Feeling impatient, Victoria yanked on Dylan roughly. He slid down her cock quickly, and screamed again as he felt her cock enter his stomach. Victoria really got into and bucked her hips ferociously, entire feet of cock entering and exited Dylan in seconds. She felt her cock bulldoze its way up his body, the tightness bringing exquisite pleasure. Her cock flexed several times involuntarily, sending Dylan's body flopping up and down, his stomach smacking into the couch. Finally, she felt her cockhead slam into the entrance of his throat through his stomach.

Victoria's thrusts got harder. Unlike Jessica, Dylan's throat hadn't been cored at all by her cock. She would have to get rougher if she wanted to spear him on her cock like she had her other slut. She fucked her cock into him with renewed force, her cockhead audibly slamming into his throat. Despite the fact that her cock still hadn't made it through, the bucket loads of cum that spewed from its tip did. Dylan's mouth was perpetually open at this point, handfuls of semen falling out of his mouth. He took breaths when he could, but they were often choked by the thick sludge that coursed through his throat. Victoria thrust once more, pulling Dylan by his legs at the same time, and her cockhead finally penetrated into his throat.

It felt like his neck would explode. Victoria's inhuman cock took up every inch of space in it and more. Her cockhead outline could be clearly seen from the outside, and cum continued to fly out of Dylan's mouth. Her glans fucked up into his throat once more before entering his mouth, the tip of it immediately showing through his mouth. With another pull on his legs, her cockhead fully protruded out of his mouth. A loud cracking sound could be heard as his jaw dislocated from her size. Victoria moaned loudly as a huge jet of cum fired out her cock and into the wall, splatters of cum splashing back onto Dylan's face.

Dylan's eyes bulged in their sockets at the sight of Victoria's cock sticking out of his mouth. The feeling was indescribable. His whole body felt like it was wrapped around her cock and nearly literally was. He could almost feel nothing but the beating and pulsing of Victoria's cock and now it was becoming the only thing he could see or smell either. As she continued to pull him down, more and more of her shaft came into his view. He could see every detail of her cock, every vein, every thick emasculating inch. Her cock had become his whole world.

Pulling him down, no longer needing to thrust her hips, his body got closer and closer to hers. With one last pull, his body came crashing down her cock and slamming into her abs. Much like Jessica, his cushiony ass jiggled against her body. Unlike Jessica, so did his tiny cock and balls. She began to fuck into him her cock entering and exited his mouth with every thrust. Feet of cock penetrated his body with every moment, and still even more stayed snugly inside. She could feel her sack, which at this point was touching the ground it had grown so large, slam into his much tinier junk with. She fucked him brutally.

Dylan could do nothing. He bounced lamely up and down her pole, helpless to contribute to the brutal fucking he was currenty on the end of. He felt his own meager genitals pulverized by Victoria's magnitudes-larger balls, each thrust feeling like they would be completely crushed. His eyes started to slowly glaze over, the pain and general lack of air becoming too much. He could feel her thrusts get erratic, signaling that she was getting closer to cumming. His arms flung wildly and his head would have to if it wasn't stuck so thoroughly on her cock. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt her cock widen even more.

Victoria screamed out, her most intense orgasm of the night coursing through her. She felt her balls struggle to rise, their weight so great that they could barely lift off the floor. Her urethra gaped larger than it ever had, and a truly prodigious amount of cum blasted out of it. It slammed into the wall, visibly cracking it this time, the splashback from it soaking Dylan's face. She let go of Dylan's legs, too engulfed in pleasure to care about his well-being. Her cock bucked wildly, sending her living fleshlight flailing. His body was forced up her cock just from the strength of its bucking. Cum spewed from his throat, drenching everything in front of him.

As he was forced farther up her cock, he could feel her cockhead finally leave his throat and re enter his stomach. His stomach was instantly blown up, looking like he swallowed a beach ball. His stomach inflated even larger, until the weight of it forced him to slide the rest of the way off of Victoria's cock. Regaining her senses, Victoria watched her human condom fall off her cock and plop down onto the couch. She aimed her cock down, still blasting out unreal jets of cum onto everything in its path. Her cum covered him once more, the power of the blasts momentarily denting his stomach and bouncing off it, hitting the rest of the room.

She aimed her cock around the room, aiming at anything that hadn't previously been soiled by her cum. Any pictures or painting on the walls were instantly ruined and blasted off. The ceiling got a good coating as well, several cracks forming where her shots initially hit. The tv completely shattered. The couch was nothing more than a mass of cum, the few legs still holding it up wobbling from the impacts. The floor was soaked, and her cum slowly filled the entire room, some it even leaking out of the front door across the room. Everything was white, everything was cum. Even Jessica's comatose form hadn't been spared, more inch thick layers repainting her body. Victoria's orgasm seemed endless.

She didn't know how long it lasted, but when it was finally over, her cock still stood proudly, hungry for more holes to ruin. The futa looked at her handiwork, noting that nearly everything around her was completely white. She looked down at her 2 unconscious cumdumps, scowling slightly at their prone state. She grabbed Dylan by his leg, his ass spewing a river of cum onto the ground, and with a grunt of effort through him to the ground next to Jessica. She stroked her cock, the continous dredges of cum pouring down onto the inflated couple. They had finally suffered the same fate, and they needed to wake up: the night was only beginning.

Chapter 3: Victoria Joins a Study on Futanari

Summary:

A paid study on futanari entices Victoria to join, although things will quickly go awry for the people performing the study as they meet their most exceptional subject.

Notes:

Some notes about this chapter:

From here on out, this story is basically going to be focused on Victoria and her life and conquests. Dylan and Jessica won't be completely forgotten, but they will play much more of a background role from here on out. Also, this chapter will sort of establish the "lore" for my original stories, which all take place generally in the same shared world. It's also incredibly long, so I hope you all enjoy it! As always, feedback and comments are always appreciated!

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With a yawn and a stretch, Victoria began to wake up. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she slowly opened them fully and took in her surroundings. A room covered in cum, both wet and dry filled her vision. While not unexpected, it didn't help her ascertain where she was. She sat up, brushing her black hair out of her face and leaned her back against the headboard behind her, pleasantly surprised at its mostly dry state - she hated waking up with wet cum touching her skin. Looking down at her blanket covered body, she noticed a large form moving underneath her sheet, down by her legs. Grabbing the white sheets, which were naturally white and not white in the same way the rest of the room was, she threw them off to reveal the rest of her body and the source of the mysterious movement.

A snoozing blonde lay curled up next to one of her legs. Sleeping soundly, her large chest moved up and down steadily, and her mouth hung slightly open leaking a small trail of drool. Completely naked, her body showed signs of the events from the night before. Her body was covered in the telltale signs of sexual domination; dried cum and bruises covered her form. Her stomach was bloated out, and to any ignorant observer she would have simply seemed very pregnant, but Victoria knew the truth. Like most of her conquests, the blonde had been inflated innumerable times throughout the night by the futanari's over-producing testicles.

The night before came to Victoria clearly once more. She had come over to the blonde girl's, Jessica's, apartment as she usually had as of late. Jessica had quickly became one of her recent favorite fuck toys, although she was starting to grow a bit bored of her. To Victoria's half-surprise, Jessica's ex boyfriend, was there. Victoria had been surprised because she was the reason they were no longer dating - she had fucked his girlfriend essentially in front of him for hours on end. But she also was not that surprised because he was definitely the type of pathetic bitch to come crawling back, trying to win her back. This of course, is not what ended up happening.

What happened was Victoria fucked his former lover in front of him, up close and personal, before turning him into a cocksleeve for her to use as well. She had fucked them both all night, taking their anal virginities in turn, molding them to perfectly please her penis. This had continued all night until the early morning, when Victoria had finally gone soft. She had left them both ballooned with her cum and had retired alone. She had made the smart decision to rarely fuck in Jessica's room anymore since their first session had ended with a broken bed, one that Victoria demanded she replace quickly.

Well, it looks like the little slut had woken up and wandered into the bedroom at one point while Victoria slept, after she had drained herself of enough cum to be able to move again of course. At least the blonde hadn't woken her up and incurred her wrath. Moving somewhat gingerly, Victoria turned and swung her legs, and by extension her cock, off the bed. It hit the floor with a loud thud, many inches resting heavily on the ground. Victoria stood up and stretched once more, her subtly defined muscles flexing as she raised her arms above her head. Grabbing her phone off the nightstand next to her, Victoria began to walk towards the bathroom: she was done here and it was time to move on with her day.

Victoria's feet plopped across the carpeted hallway, stepping in puddles of cum as her cock dragged behind her. She wasn't sure why she had grown more in the past few weeks, but she wasn't complaining. She loved having a giant cock, and even if there were some annoyances that came with it, like finding clothes that properly hid it and situations like she was currently facing where it literally dragged on the ground due to its size, she wouldn't change a thing. Checking her phone, she noted the time - it was a bit past noon. Checking the date, she cursed herself internally; she had an appointment with a group of scientists for a paid study, and she would be late if she didn't hurry.

Stepping into the bathroom, she scanned its present state, noticing it was mostly clean of any excess sexual fluids. Lifting up the toilet seat, she grabbed her cock in a large bunch, held it up towards the bowl with her massive head pointing down, and began to relieve herself. Another weird side effect of having such enormous genitalia was she had an increased bladder that went along with it. People often mentioned pissing like a racehorse, but she was sure she could put one to shame in that department, amongst others. Her urethra flared open and a dark stream of urine jetted out into the toilet. The force of it immediately splashed the water up, splattering on her knees before being quickly filled with her piss. Her penis kept releasing piss at an alarming rate, her golden stream not showing any signs of wavering even after 30 seconds of non-stop flow. Victoria had seen people joke around on the internet that pee was stored in the balls, but she sometimes wondered if that was true for her.

She reached over and flushed the toilet preemptively due to the quickly rising liquid filling it. Despite the volume of yellow liquid going down the drain, the levels didn't change at all. Victoria moaned loudly as her stream didn't stop. In fact, the intensity only increased at this point. She would've overfilled it if she hadn't flushed it early. After nearly a minute and a half of emptying her bladder, she finally finished. Several large dollops of piss dripped off her tip before she released her cock and let it plop onto the cold tile. She flushed the toilet once more. Victoria would've let it overfill, loving nothing more than marking her territory in any way she could, but she hadn't wanted the acrid smell of her liquid waste to suffocate the bathroom while she showered.

Taking a moment to scratch her immense balls, having to use both hands to get at each area, she turned towards the shower. Flinging open the curtain, she surveyed the inside, making sure it wasn't caked in cum: more than once had she woken up to find the entire bathroom covered, but this time it looks like she had been smart enough to avoid that in her lust-filled rampage from the night before. She turned the knob in the shower and waited a minute for the water to heat up. Scrolling through her phone, she ignored the numerous messages from desperate lovers wanting to see her, and opened the email from the study. Rereading the information, she copied and pasted the address of the testing site into her map app and studied where it was in the city. After learning it for another minute, she turned and flung her phone onto the bathroom counter.

Stepping into the shower, she paused for a moment to lift her cock over the edge and plop it down onto the porcelain floor of the tub. Victoria stood slightly outside of the waters range, and then slowly moved her body towards it. Letting her body get used to the heat little by little, she eventually let her whole figure fall under the cascade of warmth. She stood there for a moment, relishing the feel of the hot water washing away all of the excess of the previous night. Opening her eyes, she turned and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Her thoughts raced as she performed her usual shower routine. Hands gliding through her hair, soaping it up thoroughly, she thought about the study she had agreed to participate in.

The study was, predictably, about futanari. A team of researchers had been granted a large sum of money to perform the study, and from what little information she had gathered from the emails, she had learned it was being privately funded, rather than by the government. Victoria had been enticed just as much by the money they had offered, a fairly large amount for such a public study, as she had been by the promise of learning more about her sex. She had been born to normal parents, a regular man and woman; this was something that was very rare, but not unheard of. As soon as she was born, her parents were offered large sums of money by the government to be able to study her as she grew. They had declined, not wanting their little girl to feel like a test subject her whole life. They had neglected any further offers they had received throughout her life, and had taken her to a very specialized, private physician.

Victoria had been mostly thankful for this decision, despite the fact that it left her knowing little-to-nothing about her own sex. Her relationship with her parents had eventually soured, although it was more due to her own sexual proclivities than anything. But still, she had tried to find out more information herself as she got older, scouring the internet and joining groups designed for futanari to socialize. Unfortunately, she still didn't gleen much from these virtual outings - it was mostly all things she already knew. Futanari have bigger than average genitals. Futanari have increased libido. Futanari give off a kind of pheromone that makes people horny. These were all the common knowledge facts about futanari, but she wanted to know more!

Lathering her body with a fruity-scented wash, she paid special attention to her genitalia. Making sure to reach every nook and cranny, an arduous affair, she spent an almost excessive amount of time making sure it was properly soaped. Grabbing a loofah hanging from the shower head, she scrubbed it roughly, her thick cock and leathery sack able to take more punishment than a normal person's could. Once she was done, she finished her shower by conditioning her hair, letting it settle in her hair as she gave her shaft a few squeezes. Cum sprayed out of the tip towards the drain; despite the fact that she wasn't hard. Her cock was capable of constantly leaking cum, and she had found it beneficial to release some of her backed up baby batter throughout the day rather than let it build up.

Standing under the water for a couple more minutes after she had finished cleaning herself, she turned the water off and stepped out, her bare feet sinking into the furry bath mat. Victoria grabbed a towel off the rack, and wrapped it around her torso, not bothering to try and contain her lower extremities. Walking over to the mirror, her cock dragging as it usually did, she grabbed the toothbrush that she had previously left and started to brush her teeth. Victoria could feel her cock lurch slightly and deposit another bowl's worth of a cum onto the ground between her feet. She looked down, slightly annoyed, just to check and make sure her feet weren't coated too badly.

As Victoria went through the motions of preparing for the day, like brushing her hair and sending texts, she walked around the apartment carefully, making sure she didn't dirty herself on any of the cum that stained nearly everything in sight. Her first stop was back in Jessica's room to grab some clothes. Jessica herself was still snoring lightly on the bed, and knowing what she had been through, Victoria knew she'd be out for most of the day. Victoria opened the closet door and reached for a high shelf where she usually left a spare pair of clothes. Spare clothes were always needed in her life with how often she tore through them or ruined them with ungodly amounts of cum.

She changed quickly. A long, flowy dress, with a single pocket at the breast, covered her whole body. Short sleeves fell just above her elbows, and a simple floral pattern on a yellow backdrop painted the entirety of the garment. Victoria wore no underwear, her breasts being firm enough not to need any support, and her cock and balls being far too large for anything besides the most specially tailored undergarments. Besides, she liked the freedom of wearing as little clothes as possible. However, her dress, like most of her clothes, did have one self-made modification. It had a strap that held her cock to her leg and lifted it slightly; as much as she would love to have it hang out all day, at its current size it would be a pain to have to carry it and lift it over different obstacles. As tough as it was, its skin being incredibly thick, it would still hurt her to drag it on concrete or dirt.

Now as dressed as she was gonna get, Victoria walked out of the room and towards the living room. As she passed it by, she looked over and surveyed the destruction from the night before. Everything was white, of course. She always painted everything in her cum, like a kind of calling card. And there was Dylan, still lying on the floor, completely drenched. His stomach was still bloated, about as much as Jessica's still was. He was snoring loudly, also similarly passed out. Victoria smirked to herself as she could clearly see that his asshole was still incredibly stretched - it looked like she could've popped an arm in with no resistance. Basking for a moment in the scene of her sexual aftermath, Victoria continued walking past the living room and through another entrance into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a wreck for the most part, although the destruction was not from last night. Victoria had fucked Jessica pretty roughly in here one night and it showed. Cabinets below the counters had large cracks in them, and a couple even hung off the hinges - all from her gigantic orbs slamming into them. Pretty much everything was stained with cum, and some broken plates lay shattered on one of the counters where they had fallen from the force of her fucking Jessica. Maybe she would tell Jessica to clean this room up next, although there wasn't really a reason to. Victoria walked over to the fridge which was probably the only thing that wasn't brutally touched, and opened the door.

She reached in, grabbed a water bottle, twisted the cap off, and immediately downed the whole thing. Not even bothering to close the fridge, she threw the empty bottle onto the floor and reached for another. A similar scene followed with several more bottles, each being drained in an instant. One thing Victoria had learned about her body was that she required much more water than a normal person. She normally drank several gallons a day at minimum. While she didn't know the exact reason, she suspected it was to keep up with the amount of sperm her testicles were constantly producing. It didn't quite add up, her balls producing more semen in one orgasm than all the water she drank all day, but it was the only thing she could think of that made sense.

After satiating her thirst, she grabbed another bottle for the road and strolled towards the front door. The black running shoes she had worn yesterday were unfortunately soaked in cum, something Jessica would be responsible for cleaning. But, as always, Victoria had come prepared. Opening the door, sunlight flooding her face, she stepped out onto the door mat and shut the door behind her. Next to the mat, she had left a pair of sandals - luckily Jessica lived in a decent area so there was little chance they would get stolen. Stepping into them, her naked toes slipping in easily, she tapped the bottoms onto the ground making sure they were firmly on. Now, it was time to start the day.

Checking her phone once more, she noted the time. It had taken her over half an hour to get ready, which meant she had less than an hour to get where she needed to be. Luckily for her, the city had good public transportation. Walking quickly, she headed towards the nearest bus stop, her sandals tapping lightly on the concrete. She stood at the bus stop, alone, and checked her phone: the closest bus was only a couple minutes away and it would take her only a couple blocks from her destination. She downed the water bottle she had brought with her, and threw the empty plastic onto the ground. Tapping her foot impatiently, she looked around the street with an annoyed look on her face. After what felt like forever, the bus finally came.

As the doors opened, Victoria quickly rushed on, flashing the driver her pass. Surveying the bus, she noticed amongst the usual ramble of people, a lone cutie sat by herself towards the back. She looked similarly in age to Victoria, and she wore a plain, low cut white shirt that showed off plenty of cleavage, and tight, hip-hugger jeans. Smiling to herself, Victoria casually walked forward, making her way to the back. Just as she reached where the solitary girl was sitting, the bus lurched forward predictably. Victoria let herself be carried by the momentum, and fell forward onto the girl. As she fell, she made sure to position her legs so her leg-strapped cock would hit the girl. Her plan worked perfectly.

Pretending to try and steady herself, Victoria instead used one hand to grab onto the back of the startled girl's hair, wrapping her fingers in her brown locks, and pulling her head forward. In this position, the girl's face was mashed right up against the shaft of Victoria's pole. Victoria knew the girl could feel it pulse, and knew that the heat it let off could be felt clearly through the dress's thin material. Not only that, but Victoria knew that no matter how much she scrubbed and cleaned her cock, it still left on an incredibly pungent aroma. While the girl couldn't have possibly known all of this, she was now getting an up close and personal futa anatomy lesson. The mischievous futanari turned her head and looked behind the pair, noted smugly that none of the others on the bus had even looked their way.

Taking a step back, Victoria finally released the girls head and looked down at her. She put one hand on the rail above her to give the illusion that she was following the bus's rules, just in case. That few seconds of contact with Victoria's meat had left the girl breathing heavily. She stared wildly at the immense bulge in Victoria's dress - Victoria had used her other hand to bunch fabric of the dress and pull it tightly against herself. Now anyone looking would get an eyeful of her inhuman beast through her dress, exactly what Victoria had wanted. As the girl continued to stare, the futa pulled her dress up just until the giant head of her cock came into view. She motioned with her arm, causing the girl to look lower. She gasped.

Victoria's glans pulsed angrily, the position of it in its bound state causing it to point directly at the shocked girl. Hints of the giant shaft could be seen behind the head, and the bottom of her bowling ball sized cum makers poked out near her knees. They visibly shook in her oversized sack, and a low gurgling sound rumbled from their depths. Victoria was used to the sounds her testicles constantly made, becoming almost like white-noise for her; but to someone hearing and witnessing it for the first time, it was a confusing and terrifying sound - a sound that spoke to Victoria's divine virility. Shifting her cock by raising her well-toned leg slightly, she angled it so the gaping hole she called a urethra was pointed directly at the girl's chest.

With a wicked look on her face, Victoria grunted. The opening at the tip of her cock widened even more, and an incredible amount of cum belched out onto the stunned woman. Incredible to anyone but Victoria, that is. The massive stream of cum jettisoned from her urethra and sprayed out onto the girl's clothed chest. Her torso was instantly covered; the thick, sticky substance clung to her shirt, causing it to glue to her skin. The white shirt was instantly turned translucent, the girl's black bra now noticeable underneath it. The cum painted her entire torso, splattering onto her jeans and neck, along with the seat she was sitting on. Victoria wasn't finished. Raising her leg even more, her cock head now parallel with the drenched girl's face, the futa grunted once more, followed by a similarly sized blasting of semen as before.

Her face was instantly painted white. Her mouth, which had been hanging open from the shock of seeing such an inhuman trunk of meat, was immediately filled by Victoria's pungent baby batter. The blast of cum was so strong, her head was temporarily knocked back into the seat behind her. Cum covered her visage, her hair, and everything around her. Choking on the cum, she hunched over and coughed a mouthful of the off-white substance onto the floor between her feet. Victoria's face only grew more smug as she completely dominated this random stranger without even physically touching her. At that point, her cock had gotten excited enough to shoot sperm without her help, and it blew another helping onto the gasping girl.

Looking around once more, Victoria happily noted that know one was still paying them any attention. A benefit of taking public transportation was that the majority of people who rode it minded their own business. She looked down as her appendage sprayed once more, flailing slightly due the strength of the cum shooting through it. The girl's side that faced Victoria was hit, along with her jeans and the side of her face due to her hunched position. Victoria laughed quietly to herself as she watched the girl moan from the feeling of her searing hot cum hitting her crotch and soaking through to her covered pussy. Victoria continued to stare down at her maliciously, like a cat watching a mouse it knew it was gonna catch, and continued to let her cock do what it did best: mentally ruin another innocent person.

Glancing out of the window for the first since she had first got on the bus, she noticed that the vehicle was nearing her stop. Disappointed her fun was about to end, Victoria looked back down at the girl. She was staring up at the futa with a wild look on her face, her eyes darting between her face and her girthy lower head. Victoria motioned silently to the girl, indicating she should focus on her cock. The girl looked down, and Victoria lifted her knee once more. Prodding her cockhead, which had calmed down a bit after firing off numerous shots, towards the girl, she moved it closer to her face. Staring at it with wide eyes, she looked back up at Victoria who nodded down at her. Raising her cum soaked hands, she wrapped them around the giant head, her fingers barely touching even with a two-handed grip, and held it steady as she moved her head forward. Staring at the cock, focusing intently on the gaping urethra, she touched her lips to the futa's cock head and wrapped her lips around it.

Letting out a low, throaty moan, Victoria let her cock release once again. With a visible throb, her cock shot out more cum, ballooning the girl's cheeks instantly. The girl looked like a squirrel with an overstuffed mouth, but it was a different kind of nut that filled her maw. Thick jets of white sprayed out of her nose, and cum leaked from the corners of her lips. Her throat worked overtime, gulping furiously. The futa continued to let cum shoot from her cock, not bothering to try and stop or slow the flow. Trying her best to keep up with the furious flow of futa nut, the broken girl refused to detach her lips from the cock, craving the cum more than she did the oxygen she needed to live. After nearly 30 seconds of constant cumming, Victoria pulled back, releasing one last wad onto the girl's face. The bus came to a stop - it was Victoria's stop.

Peering down at the girl once more, Victoria dropped her dress and covered her genitals once more. She turned around swiftly and marched towards the front of the bus, leaving the girl in a cum-addled daze. Victoria's beast continued to leak a bit of cum as she walked, leaving a bread-crumb trail of semen from herself to the now-painted white back seat of the bus, and the lone girl in the center of. Giving a small nod to the driver, Victoria stepped off the bus and back into the street. Reaching into her dress's breast pocket, she checked her phone. A reminder email from the group running the study flashed on the screen, letting her know her appointment was in 10 minutes. Victoria placed her phone back into the pocket and strolled down the sidewalk; she was gonna be right on time.

The walk to the hospital was uneventful. Victoria crossed many people, but most didn't pay her any mind; it was a big city after all, everyone was always in a rush. Besides, Victoria couldn't take her time to mess with another person, she had had her fun on the bus. After crossing several streets and turning just as many corners, she finally reached her destination. With a raised eyebrow, she stood in front of the building, surprised at the study's choice of location. She must have skimmed over the name of the hospital on her maps app without really reading it, otherwise she would have been more interested in the whole thing. The hospital she stood in front of wasn't just any normal hospital, it was very clearly a sperm bank of some kind. Donning a friendly look on her face, she strolled into the building, more curious than ever at what the study would entail.

Walking through the automatic doors, she looked around and took in her surroundings. For all intents and purposes, it looked like any other hospital. A reception desk guarded a pair of double doors, and numerous seats and benches were scattered around the front, several taken up by bored-looking people. A vending machine sat between some potted plants, and a tv displaying a day-time soap opera played quietly in the corner. Victoria noticed a tablet attached to stand near the seating area, probably a way to do a self-check in, something she would've normally walked to but thought for her unusual reason for being here it would be better to talk to the receptionist directly. Striding over, she was greeted promptly by the smiling woman typing on her computer.

"Hello, welcome to the 'Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment' hospital and cryobank. Did you check in at the kiosk?" The woman asked, smiling sweetly. Victoria observed her with a smile on her face, at least pretending she cared for pleasantries. Really she was taking the woman in, studying her features closely. The receptionist was an unassuming woman who looked to be in her mid-30's. She wore small black rimmed glasses sat on top of a fairly large, pointed nose. She had straight, dirty blonde hair that fell just below her ears. Her skin was tanned, and she wore a plain tan blouse and black cardigan. Victoria took note of the woman's breasts, which did bulge the front of her shirt enticingly; however, she was fairly unremarkable in every other way.

"Ah, no I didn't. My name is Victoria Meyer. I'm here to participate in a study. The uh, futanari study." Victoria suddenly felt awkward saying it out loud, like she was revealing some secret about herself, despite the fact that she hadn't been shy about it in years. Maybe it was due to the clinical, sterile nature of the whole thing, or maybe it was because she wasn't using her status as a futa to dominate someone. Either way, Victoria stood quietly, staring silently as the receptionist typed into her computer, and then pressed a button on the phone set that sat next to her keyboard. After another minute, she pressed a few more keys before looking at Victoria again.

"Yes, I see you on the list Ms. Meyer. I've paged Dr. Daley and she should be out shortly. Please take a seat in the lobby while you wait."

Ending her statement with a smile, the receptionist went back to typing on her computer. Victoria turned around and took a seat at the far end of the reception area, away from the other future patients. Sitting could be difficult with her, having to move around her hyper-sized genitals, but she would manage. Victoria sat down gingerly, letting her wrecking balls touch the seat first, and then easing herself behind them. She crossed one leg, trying to do her best to not show off her coiled cock, while not bending it too much - it could get very uncomfortable very quickly. Pulling her phone out once more, Victoria fiddled with it while she waited for her name to be called. Her curiosity about the whole thing had definitely been piqued, especially since the details about the study she had signed up for had been very vague; it had almost solely mentioned that it was focused on studying the futanari sex.

After several minutes of waiting, the time passing very slowly for Victoria, she finally heard the double doors to the hospital open. Shifting nervously in her seat, she watched hesitantly as the doctor stepped into the lobby. She was not what Victoria expected. She was fairly tall, probably only a couple inches shorter than Victoria herself and stood with confidence. Dressed in typical doctor regalia, she wore a white lab coat that looked to be hiding a red shirt underneath, black dress slacks, and smart, sensible black dress shoes. What really captured Victoria's attention was how beautiful she was. Her eyes were a piercing blue, barely hidden by a pair of professional black glasses, and long blonde hair flowed down to her breasts. Her features were very sharp; high cheekbones, a pointed chin, lips on the thinner side - the whole package. Even from Victoria's far away position she could tell the doctor was incredibly curvy; her body looked more befitting to that of a pornstar than of a medical professional.

Victoria stood up slowly, something she predictably had to do when concealing her genitals in public. As she stood up, she put her phone back into her breast pocket and smoothed out her dress with her hands - while the doctor would've known she was a futanari, she didn't want her package to stick out so obviously. The doctor, Dr. Daley, looked around the room before laying eyes on the tall futa. She looked down at a clipboard she had in one hand and made a small mark before calling out to Victoria.

"Ms. Meyer? Welcome. Please follow me."

Giving her a smile, Victoria waltzed over and followed the doctor who had turned and made her way back through the double doors when Victoria had gotten within a few feet of her. They walked down the white halls, passing a few other doctors and nurses who were busy at work; Victoria hardly noticed them however, as she was much more focused on the doctor's round ass swaying in front of her. Coming to a turn, Dr. Daley walked through another door and motioned for Victoria to follow behind her. The futa noticed that the door was marked 'Cryobank' and that the temperature immediately dropped upon entering the new hallway. After they both had taken several steps into the new area of the hospital, the doctor turned around and addressed Victoria.

"Thank you for coming Ms. Meyer. Now that we're in this wing, we can talk a bit more freely. As mentioned in the email you were sent, this study is being funded by a private investor. Luckily this investor is also a large donor to this hospital and it's IVF facility, so we are able to use this hospital for our research."

Dr. Daley's voice had been softer than when she had addressed her in the lobby, and her posture relaxed a bit as well. Victoria looked up for a moment, thinking to herself, before looking at the doctor once more.

"The one thing I don't know is what this study is actually about - besides futanari of course."

"Ah yes, of course," the doctor said, adjusting her glasses slightly, "we're studying the virility of futanari, hence the facilities we are using. This study will also allow us to try and get more normalized statistics on certain other factors about the sex, such as average gential sizing and sperm count. Blood work and other samples will be taken as well, our benefactor is very curious to see what the chemical differences are present, if any, between a futanari and someone of a more common sex. But as I said, the main focus of the study is about how virile the average futanari is. Depending on how well this whole project goes, it may lead to further funding as well."

Victoria nodded her head thoughtfully. Virility eh? They were definitely in for a treat. Victoria wondered if maybe she could learn some statistics about some of the others who have partaken in this whole research group, and learned just how far above the average she was for her sex. Dr. Daley held out her arm and motioned for Victoria to walk forward. As they continued through this cold wing of the hospital, they took one more turn before coming up to a close door labeled '404' on its front. Dr. Daley opened the door and let Victoria in.

The room was unassuming, and besides the chilly temperature, it could have been mistaken for any room in the regular area of the hospital. Standing next to one of the exam tables, Victoria watched as the doctor rearranged some papers on her clipboard, taking several out and placing them under her arm. Inserting a pen into the top of the clipboard, she held it out to Victoria, who had been staring at the doctor's large lab coat clad breasts. Taking it out of the doctor's hands, she looked down with a quizzical look on her face.

"These will be for you to fill out," Dr. Daley started as she looked at some of the papers she had removed from the clipboard, "Mostly basic medical information and some NDA's for you to sign. Basic things for our study. A nurse will be in shortly to begin taking your vitals, and she can answer any questions you might have. Understood?"

"Yes, thank you doctor." Victoria mumbled to herself as her eyes began to scan the pages in front of her. The buxom doctor nodded and let herself out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. Looking around the room, Victoria grabbed the chair a guest would usually sit in and once again, carefully sat herself in it. Hopping onto the exam table to sit would be a struggle in itself, and she was sure they wouldn't be too bothered by her choice; she could always stand if need be. Victoria scribbled on the documents in front of her, quickly signing away, only taking the most cursory of glances over the more wordy parts. She did however make a mental note of the doctor's full name: Samantha Daley. Just as she was finishing up, the door to the exam room creaked open.

Victoria's eyebrows raised as who she could only assume was the nurse entered the room. Jesus Christ, if Victoria had thought the doctor had a nice body this woman was on an entirely different level. Her breasts entered the room several seconds before the rest of the woman did, they jutted out from her body so extremely. They were huge - well, huge was probably an understatement. They stuck out far in front of her, to her sides, and looked like they came down to at least her navel if not farther. The cold air had also caused her nipples to poke out, making large dents in her shirt; this sight did cause Victoria to realize her own smaller nipples were probably also flashing through her dress, but she was unbothered by this. This woman was all tits. Ogling her openly, it took Victoria several seconds to actually look at the rest of the woman.

The nurse was also very beautiful but in a different way from the doctor. She had short brown hair that barely passed her chin. Her eyes were large and brown, and her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked. What skin she did have showing was deeply tanned like the woman spent all her free time in the sun. She had a small button nose and incredibly plump lips. The woman looked like she could suck a baseball through a garden hose. Victoria's eyes fell once again to her incredibly large chest, noticing that rather than scrubs, she was wearing a lab coat similar to the doctor, - a lab coat that looked like it would tear in half at any moment from the size of the breasts they struggled to contain. The nurse's hips were also incredibly wide and Victoria could see her ass stick out even though she was viewing her from the front. She was wearing more typical scrub leggings and a pair of sensible shoes. If Dr. Daley was sexy in an elegant way, like a high-class model, then this nurse was the on the opposite spectrum: she was like a living, plump fuck doll whose whole body was made to tease and please.

Standing up to greet the nurse, Victoria also noted that the woman was short, practically a whole head shorter than herself which made her fuckable frame even more ridiculous. With a pleasant smile on her face, the nurse walked over, her whole body seemingly bouncing with every step. When they were finally standing in front of each other, the nurse looked up at Victoria and finally broke the silence.

"Hi there! I'm nurse Cassandra! Did you fill out all the forms?"

Victoria gave a silent nod and handed over the clipboard. She couldn't make heads or tails of the situation - it almost felt like she was being tested. The doctor obviously knew something more than the average person about futanari, yet she sent this oversexed bimbo here to take her vitals and such? Victoria contemplated this to herself as Cassandra turned around and walked towards one of the counters in the room that held various medical equipment. The futa was broken out of her contemplation by the swaying and bouncing of the nurse's backside, her ass cheeks looking like they were gonna pop the seams of her scrubs with every step.

"Ok! Everything seems to be in order!" Cassandra declared, placing the clipboard onto the counter. She grabbed some disposable gloves from a dispenser on the wall and put them on before grabbing a stethoscope off of the counter and placing it around her neck. The end of it was elevated by her enormous bust. She turned around and waltzed back over to Victoria, bringing a cart full of medical equipment with her. Victoria wondered if she was capable of walking without jiggling her hips back and forth as she went.

"Do you have any questions before we start?" Cassandra said, her smile never leaving her face.

"Sure," Victoria started, crossing her arms and staring the nurse in her eyes, "I would like to know more about what you have discovered about futanari so far. Is there anything at all you could tell me?"

"Absolutely! What would you like to know?" she answered bubbly.

"Uh, how many others have you had come in and participate in this whole research project?"

"Hmmm. Probably 50-60 others! We have more coming though. We're hoping to get over a 100 to join if we can!"

Victoria hummed to herself at this answer. That was a lot more than she had expected. She knew futanari were exceptionally rare, so even 100 was a surprise. She did live in a big city, one of the biggest in the state, so maybe it shouldn't have been that surprising. That being said, she did wonder why she'd never run into another before. Maybe she had, but not in a situation where their genitals were relevant. She thought to herself for a moment before asking another question.

"Alright. The doctor told me you've been measuring dick sizes," she stated bluntly, "can you tell me what the sizes are like? I haven't met another futa personally so I've always been curious if all the rumors are true."

"Oh you must mean the rumor that all futanari have bigger penises than normal men! Well I can say the rumor is indeed true. I don't have the exact statistics on hand, but the average size has been around 14 or 15 inches I believe, with a usual difference of a few inches!"

"Interesting," Victoria murmured to herself, before speaking to the nurse once more, "and how about the biggest you have measured so far?"

"The biggest! Oh wow!" Cassandra gushed, her cheeks reddening as she thought back on the previous patients, "Well, it was almost 2 feet long and bigger than a can of soda! I hadn't even known they got that big! Every futanari who has come in has been bigger than anything I had even heard of before! The smallest was only a little less than a foot long too, which would still put her in the top percentile of all the men on earth!"

Victoria smiled to herself, partially out of amusement for how excited the nurse was getting talking about dicks. She knew she was bigger than the average futa but by this much? She was practically another species. Thinking to herself, her smile took on a darker tone as she picked a new question to ask, one that would hint towards something more. Purposefully changing her expression to something a little more inquisitive looking, she asked one more question.

"These are all hard sizes right? Not flaccid?"

"Well of course!" Cassandra laughed, like it was the most ridiculous question in the world, putting a hand to her ginormous coat-clad breasts, "the flaccid sizes are also quite large but I don't know the numbers off the top of my head as well."

"Ah ok, just checking." Victoria said, smiling devilishly once again at the clueless nurse, "and how about the size of their balls? Have you and the doctor measured them in some way?"

"Oh yes we have! We've been measuring weight and volume. The measurements there are a bit more complicated, but I can tell you that much like penis size, they're much bigger! One patient's were nearly the size of softballs. I had never seen anything like it."

"Mmmm and do larger balls mean futanari are more, uh, potent?"

"Yep!" Cassandra said, almost a bit too enthusiastically, "while larger testicle size in males is usually a bad sign, it seems that it corresponds to the level of virility in the futanari we've gotten samples from so far! It's really interesting just how different they are than the other sexes!"

"Makes sense, I guess," Victoria responded, still smiling that same smile to herself, "Well, I'm ready to start the examination now."

Cassandra grinned at her and put her stethoscope into her ears and the end of it against Victoria's chest. As they went through what could be considered a typical physical, they continued to chat about futanari and the research. Victoria didn't learn much more, as most of the more technical-aspects of it were still being researched and studied. However, while Victoria was having several vials of blood taken, Cassandra did mention something else interesting; apparently another lab had recently isolated the genetic mutation that caused futanari to be born and that it could be found in people of all sexes who weren't classified as futanari. This mutation when it showed up in regular people manifested in a few different ways.

"Yes in men, they have the increased gential sizes and enhanced virility that futanari have. Usually on the smaller end of the scale, but still much larger than any man that doesn't have the gene mutation! Although there have been a few exceptions to that rule, of course. And women who have it are much more fertile while more obviously having bigger breasts and butts than almost any other woman who doesn't have it!"

"I myself have this mutation, as you can see! It's one of the reasons I volunteered to help in this study!" This last statement was accompanied by a giggle, followed by Cassandra standing back from Victoria and presenting herself like she was Vanna White revealing letters on Jeopardy. The futa used this moment to ogle her absurdly sexual form once more, still bewildered at the fact it looked like she had been poured into her outfit, it attached to her fleshy form so tightly. This day was definitely going to be fun - fun for Victoria, at least. Cassandra giggled once more and walked back to Victoria, finishing up the last of the physical. As she moved the cart back to the other side of the room, she grabbed a large, lidded container off of it.

"Alright!" She exclaimed, turning back to Victoria, "Next I'm going to need a urine sample and I'm going to have to ask you to undress!"

"Not that I mind, but why do I have to be naked to pee in a cup?" Victoria asked, a little confused but more excited that things were speeding up even faster than she had planned.

"Oh right, that's a good question," the nurse laughed to herself, "its just to make sure that you are giving us your own urine and also to confirm you are indeed a futanari before we move any further - the doctor was very clear that the sponsor for this project wanted there to be no mistakes or errors! You don't have to be shy, I am a professional after all!"

"Makes sense." Victoria said, slightly doubting the professional comment, 'Alright, I'll undress now then."

"Actually," Victoria paused for a moment, her plan solidifying in her mind, "can you turn around just until I'm undressed, I guess I am a bit nervous."

"Oh that's ok! I don't think you'd be able to do anything I wouldn't notice anyway!'

Everything was going according to plan. Giving Victoria another bubbly smile, Cassandra turned around and busied herself with some paperwork. Still standing, having never sat down through the physical and blood drawing, the futa kicked off her sandals and bent over to pick them up and place them on the exam table next to her. Reaching down and lifting up her dress, she undid the strap that kept her cock up, as silently as she could, and placed it next to her sandals. While she was doing this, she did her best to let her cock down slowly onto the floor, not wanting the sound of the impact to draw Cassandra's curiosity. Finally, she lifted her dress up over her body and folded neatly, placing it along with her phone next to her other items. Turning towards Cassandra, her cock dragging with her movements, she spread her leg, taking a wide stance to let her oversized penis and balls come fully into view. It was time for the show to begin.

"Ok, I'm ready."

Turning around with the sample cup in her hand, the busty nurse immediately gasped as she witnessed Victoria's naked form - just the reaction the futa was looking for. The cup dropped from her hands and landed on the cold tile with a clang. Cassandra rubbed her eyes, not believing what she was seeing. This tall, unassuming futanari in front of her had a cock that literally reached the ground, and she had seen enough penises in her life, both professionally and casually, that she could tell it was real even from her position several feet away. She felt her breath catch in her chest, and her panties instantly moisten at the sight - it was almost like her own futanari genes were reacting to the incredible display in front of her.

"H-holy fuck!" she managed to gasp out.

"Hmmm? What is it, nurse? Don't you need a urine sample from me?" Victoria said, her predatory grin returning to her face. Cassandra audibly gulped as she nodded her head, Victoria's words reminding her off the job she was supposed to do. With shaking hands, she bent down and picked up the discarded empty sample cup, her giant breasts bouncing as she moved. Trying her best to steady herself, her efforts not bearing much fruit, she slowly walked over to Victoria, her hips swaying involuntarily in an even more exaggerated manner than before. Her body was really reacting to the presence of such an alpha specimen of sexuality. She tried to hand over the cup to Victoria, but the futa seemed uninterested in taking it from her.

"You know, I think I might need a little help from you Cassandra. As you can see I'm pretty big down there and it might be a little hard for me to aim, and I don't want to make a mess! Why don't you bring that stool over here and we can get started?" Victoria commanded, taking control of the room now that she was in her natural element.

"O-oh of c-course, we wouldn't w-want to make a mess." the stunned nurse managed to stutter out. Turning around, cup still shaking in her hand, she walked over to the corner of the room where a stool the doctor usually sat on rested. Grabbing it with one hand, she dragged it over and placed it in front of Victoria. She looked at her timidly, like she was waiting for another command. Victoria looked at her impassively for a second before reaching down with both hands and lifting her cock. Grabbing it at the middle of the shaft, she hauled it off the floor and slammed it onto the stool, causing it to wobble from the weight of the impact. Her shaft still sagged over the stool towards Cassandra, the head drooping halfway down the wooden legs. Victoria looked at the nurse expectantly.

Cassandra could do nothing but stare. Her eyes were completely glued to the giant cock currently testing the strength of the stool it lay on. It was enormous. Despite the fact that Victoria stood a couple feet away from the stool, her cock completely bridged the gap between them, and still had enough extra length to drape over the piece of furniture. It also completely covered the seat of the stool, it's thickness almost causing it to droop off the sides. The veins on it pulsed and Cassandra's ears were suddenly invaded by the sound of a low gurgling. Looking past her cock, she gasped again as her eyes fell upon Victoria's giant balls. They looked like 2 watermelons their size was so large - Cassandra was sure that one of her balls was bigger than the entire packages of almost all the other futanari she had measured and tested. She continued to stare silently, her mouth open in astonishment.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

The nurse looked up at Victoria once more, shaken from her trance. With another loud swallow of air, she dropped to her knees, her whole body jiggling obscenely. She unscrewed the lid from the container, and set it next to her on the ground. Hands still shaking, she used one hand to lift the end of Victoria's cock up, grunting from the effort, and used the other to hold the now topless container to the end of it. Her nostrils were assailed by the scent of the futa's cock, flaring from the intense aroma; Cassandra had heard that a common trait of futanari were that they let off a sexual pheromone, but she had never been able to actually smell the pheromone in all of the futanari she had been close to before. Shaking her head, the nurse tried to focus on the job she was tasked with and held up the cup right up to the futa's urethra, noting with shock that her gaping slit was nearly as wide as the mouth of the cup itself. She looked up at Victoria, indicating she was ready to take a urine sample.

Victoria grunted loudly. Her cock shook in Cassandra's hand as her piss slit gaped even wider. Cassandra could smell the piss before it came, but even that odd warning couldn't have prepared her for what was to come. Golden yellow liquid gushed out of her urethra, and slammed into the cup. It was filled in an instant. Cassandra had almost dropped it from the force of the impact, but managed to hold it still as to not spill a drop - an accomplishment that would quickly prove useless. The stream didn't just stop once the container was filled, Victoria wouldn't let it. It continued to shoot out splashing onto everything around it, including the nurse. She had pulled her hand back as the cup was filled and held it timidly in front of her. Victoria's cock hadn't let up at all, and as soon as Cassandra had removed her only defense from the onslaught of liquid waste, she was blasted as well.

Her once-white lab coat was instantly dyed a dark yellow. The seemingly-unending blast of warm liquid continued to drench the curvy nurse, completely soaking her from head to toe. The urine pooled in her lap, quickly overfilling the sizable gap created by the nurse's plump thighs and spilling onto the floor. If Cassandra had thought the smell was intense before, now it was overwhelming. Victoria's cock twitched in Cassandra's hand and sprayed upwards, splashing against the face of the bewildered nurse. She had made the mistake of breathing in as her face was hit, the acrid smelling piss invading her nose and mouth. Cassandra coughed and choked on the foul tasting urine - it was practically invading all of her senses at this point.

Victoria continued to empty her bladder onto the nurse, like a beast marking its territory. She made no attempt at stopping it; they had wanted a urine sample and they were gonna get one. Her stream continued for over a minute, nothing special to the hyper-endowed futa. She noticed with some amusement that the nurse had never let go of her cock, and continued to aim at her own body, knowingly or not. As her bladder finally emptied, Victoria grabbed the base of the shaft with both hands and gave it a heavy shake, causing large droplets to fling all over the ground and the nurse. Cassandra stared in bewilderment, still unmoving, still dutifully holding the overflowing sample cup in front of her.

"Mmmm sorry about that. Guess I got a little carried away when you said you needed a urine sample. I did really need to pee after all."

"Buh guh, oh god," Cassandra mumbled out, Victoria's urine dripping in large quantities down her face. She looked up at the futa, finally peeling her eyes from her massive cock. Victoria stood smiling her mischievous smile, like a child playing at being innocent who knew they had done wrong. Finally removing her hand from the incredible cock in front of her, Cassandra looked from her, down to the filled-to-the-brim sample cup in her hand, and then down at the lid which now sat in a deep puddle of piss. Almost as if she was in a trance, Cassandra reached over and picked it up, the lid slipping from her grasp several times before she got a firm grasp on it, and screwed it onto the top of the cup. Cassandra looked down at it, her breathing heavy. Victoria's voice broke her from her shock once more.

"Well, what's next? We have some measurements to do, don't we?"

Staring at the cup for several more seconds, Cassandra finally registered the words Victoria had spoken to her and looked up. She nodded at the futa. Placing one hand on the ground, she attempted to steady herself in the pool of urine and stand up. Her feet slipped several times beneath her, but she managed to stand. Her entire body continued to drip as she moved, and it became apparent that no part of her had remained untouched - her clothes would have been transparent had it not been in their design not to. She glanced at the floor around her, noticing that almost the entire floor on the half of the room she was in was covered in an inch deep puddle of Victoria's liquid refuse. Walking carefully through the lake of urine, she made it to the far counter and set the dripping container on its surface. Taking off her piss-soaked gloves, she threw them in the trash and reached for the paper towel dispenser.

Victoria observed the nurse as she moved. The drenching her body received had already caused her too-small looking clothes to cling to her body even more. Victoria tried to hold back her arousal as now she could practically make out every curve and dip in the skin of this walking fantasy. She watched as the nurse removed paper towel after paper towel from the dispenser, doing her best to dry herself as much as she could. Victoria knew it was mostly pointless, but smiled inwardly as she watched. The constant patting the nurse did on her body was unintentionally erotic, but that could be said for most things she did. Finally out of towels, the nurse grabbed another pair of gloves and put them on before opening a drawer and pulling something out.

Cassandra's heart beat like a bass drum. She could practically feel her patient's eyes burn a hole through her skin, a feeling that was not all unfamiliar to the busty woman. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself she was at work and she had made it this far without an incident, a streak she couldn't afford to break. But… this futa was a different creature compared to the ones she had examined before. Still trying to calm herself, she pulled out a measuring tape from the drawer, trying not to be fearful of what was going to come next. She would have to get even closer to that mighty cock and she had no idea what to expect from the futa behind her after she just bathed in her in an unholy amount of piss. Squaring her shoulders, doing her best to maintain her professionalism, she turned around to face Victoria once more.

"Uh, uh ok. So time for measurements," Cassandra stuttered, walking over to Victoria, still having to watch her step, "it's uh, too bad we couldn't get a flaccid measurement first."

Victoria laughed loudly. She had to hand it to the nurse, she was doing her best; but here she was, still covered in piss and trying to continue on with the study. Either they were getting paid quite a bit for this, or Victoria's sexual magic was working well - any normal person would kick her out and immediately shower and change. But here was this dumb bimbo, waddling over to here, completely soaked, nipples poking through her coat, and unknowingly rubbing her thighs together in arousal. Victoria was going to drop a bomb on her, one that would seal the deal for this unsuspecting woman.

"Oh honey!" Victoria laughed once more, adopting a faux-sweet tone in her voice, "I'm not hard at all! This is me completely flaccid! How I wake up and go to bed every day! You're funny to think this my erect size. So cute."

Punctuating her words with another two-handed shake of her cock, Victoria continued to smile at the jaw-dropped woman. Walking past the stunned woman, Victoria gently stepped through the soaked ground, having much more experience walking through her own various bodily fluids, and approached a currently bare counter on the opposite end of the room from where Cassandra stood. Victoria had dragged the stool her cock previously sat on with her, and held her cock up with her other, not wanting to drag it through the liquid waste she left all over the ground. Standing in front of the counter, Victoria stood on the footrests of the stool, balancing carefully, and hauled her cock up onto the counter; it smacked onto the surface with a loud thud. Her enormous, but flaccid, bitch breaker took up nearly the entire counter and almost touched the wall on the other end of it.

"Here," Victoria said, still smiling at the nurse whose jaw was nearly to the floor with how far it hung open, "this should help you get an accurate measurement!"

Eyes as big as saucers at what she had just heard and witnessed, Cassandra staggered over to where Victoria stood. Standing next to her, the buxom woman continued to stare open-mouthed at this mind-bendingly large sexual organ in front of her. It was big enough to literally take up the whole counter space length wise, and nearly touched the wall from just incredibly thick it was. The veins that ran along its length pulsed even in its flaccid state, and many of them looked bigger than even Cassandra's wrists. The end of it was almost touching the opposite wall, and looked like it grazed it with every beat of Victoria's heart. It was incredible.

"Ok," Cassandra said shakily, "I'm gonna start the uh, the flaccid measurement now."

Unraveling the measuring tape in her hands, she took the beginning of the roll and reached towards the base of Victoria's cock where it met her groin. Placing the tape against Victoria's base, not needing to press against her groin at all due the toned-nature of the futa's body, Cassandra started to unravel the tape down the extreme length. Shivering as her hand grazed the incredibly hot shaft, she continued to unravel more and more length of tape. As the inches marked on the measuring device turned to feet, Cassandra's eyes widened and her hands shook. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the tape reached the end of the Victoria's cock, the nurse's hand pressed uncomfortably against the wall. Her jaw dropped once more and her whole body shook as her eyes took in the number staring her in the face.

"Oh Jesus Christ," Cassandra exclaimed, finally finding her voice, "your flaccid length is, holy shit, 31 inches long. Oh my God!"

As Cassandra's plethora of astonished curses continued to stream from her lips, Victoria stared at her smugly. While she had never measured her cock personally, not for many years anyway, she had a good idea of just how long she was. Still, knowing the definite number, even if it was just her flaccid length, made her happy - happy and a bit aroused at knowing she was bigger than every other futa who had entered these halls before her by a wide margin. Victoria felt her cock try to spit out some cum, but she held it in, wanting to save that little surprise for later. Focusing back on the still babbling nurse, who was now holding the folded length of measuring tape in her hand, staring at the number that seemed incomprehensible.

"So, do you need my flaccid girth as well?"

Several seconds of silence followed the question, as the nurse still hadn't torn her eyes away from the tape. As the question finally seemed to reach her ears, she looked up at Victoria and nodded slowly. The nod made Victoria smile; just another measurement to further inflate her ego and destroy the one of this sexpot nurse. Victoria leaned over and grabbed her cock, lifting it up once more. Despite the futa lifting it, the top half sagged down and continued to lay on the table. Having never stopped shaking, Cassandra reached over with the tape, and wrapped it unsteadily around the middle of Victoria's cock. Pulling it as tight as she could, although it didn't do much against the monstrous thickness the cock possessed even while soft, Cassandra read the number aloud.

"Uh, it says, uh 10.5 inches. Fuck."

While not as mind blowingly huge as the length of the futa's endowment, it was still the thickest Cassandra had ever laid eyes on. She had fucked guys whose length was smaller than this cock was thick! She gulped and looked at Victoria whose expression hadn't changed during the entire measuring. Stepping away from this mighty tool, the nurse walked around the futanari and back over to the other counter. Grabbing the clipboard she had been recording all the information she had gathered so far, she began to write down the unreal measurements she had just taken. Her writing came out in a sloppy scribble due to her shaking, although at this point she couldn't tell whether it was from shock or arousal.

Gulping at what was coming next, Cassandra grabbed a new tool she would need from the counter and walked over once more to the waiting futanari. Victoria stood staring at nothing in particular, not bothering to move her cock from its perch. As the nurse approached and moved around her, the futa smirked when she saw what she was carrying: a scale. It was one of those spring scales you might find in a kitchen, and Victoria knew just what it was going to be used for. Cassandra stood in front of Victoria awkwardly, the scale held in between her hands. They stood like that for a long moment.

"Um so, now we need to measure the weight of your testicles. Uh. Normally we would just hold it up and have you place your testicle on it but with your size it mig-"

"Just put it on the counter," Victoria interrupted, stepping off the stool she'd been balancing on and pulling her cock down with it, "I can lift them high enough to get you a measurement."

Cassandra didn't reply, instead staring as her meaty cock hit the ground with a loud slap. Shaking her head, she placed the scale onto the counter and made sure sure it was set to '0' along with being programmed to show the correct unit of measurement. After judging the height for a moment, Victoria decided to step back to her place on the stool. Using both hands, she reached behind her cock and lifted one of the bowling balls she called testicles up. It hung so lowly and freely in her sack, she was able to lift it around her cock, and up to nearly breast level. With a grunt she dropped it onto the plate of the scale. The spring groaned slightly under the weight before it rebounded slightly and steadied itself - the weight of Victoria's one nut had nearly pushed the plate all the way down to the base. Cassandra stared in amazement at this spectacle.

"Oh my god. How the…" Cassandra started, reading the number shown on the scale, "it says your testicle weighs over 12 pounds! That means both combined only weigh a hair short of 25 pounds! How do you even walk with all this between your legs!?"

"Oh easily!" Victoria laughed, delighted at knowing yet another of her measurements, "when you carry it around all day like I do, the weight feels like nothing."

After she was finished laughing, Victoria pulled her testicle off the scale and let it fall between her legs once more. She stepped off the stool once more, knowing she was done with it this time. Cassandra continued to gawk, her mind not being able to keep up with what she had just seen. And as soon as she began to come to her senses, something new happened that would send her reeling once more. Victoria's cock, which lay once more on the ground, visibly lurched. Her urethra flared and a massive stream of cum shot from the tip. The cum sprayed across the ground, covering the nurse's shoes and clothed shins, and sprayed even farther than that past her. It hit the wall behind the two women, and it didn't stop. After a nearly constant 10 second stream, Victoria's cum blast finally stopped.

"Did you… did you just orgasm?!" Cassandra asked, almost shouting in astonishment.

"Hmmm? Oh that? No, that wasn't an orgasm at all. My dick just shoots pre-cum like that throughout the day. Always has."

Pre-cum?! That pre-cum was more semen than Cassandra had ever seen at once, maybe her life. Even the biggest of samples she had gathered so far weren't as prodigious as the shot that just splashed across her feet. The thick white goop left a river from the head of Victoria's cock to between Cassandra's feet, to the wall behind her. It had splattered everywhere, leaving drop and streaks of white on parts of the room up to a couple feet away. That wasn't normal. This girl, this futanari, wasn't normal, even amongst her own overendowed kind. Cassandra couldn't fathom what was happening - but Victoria could.

"So, I suppose we need to take my erect measurement now, don't we?"

"E-erect?" Cassandra questioned, "i-is it even, can it even get erect?"

"Of course it can!" Victoria laughed once more, "but I'm gonna need just a bit of help."

"Help?"

"Yes help. You see my cock here is so big I can't really stimulate it myself, so I always need help. Why don't you undress? That should be a good start. Besides, you smell like piss."

"U-undress?"

"Yeah, you know, get naked? Do it now."

Victoria was now in control. The chance that this cock-drunk nurse resisted her command was almost non-existent. Folding her arms in front of her chest, Victoria cocked her hips and stared at Cassandra; her stance spoke loud and clear that she was waiting to be obeyed. With a tremble, Cassandra reached up and began to unbutton her lab coat. Her fingers slipped several times on the wet buttons, but she slowly began to undo them one by one. Victoria smiled as she noticed that the skin of the nurses cleavage came into view first. As the coat opened more and more, it became clear that the nurse wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, only a bra. Finally she unbuttoned the last of the coat, and it fell open, revealing her torso to the futa.

Now it was Victoria's turn to let out a gasp. Revealed to her was the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen in her life. The nurse's pair of tits were as tanned as the rest of her body, and they were encased in an incredibly large bra. The bra was black, and looked like it was practically industrial strength. 4 hooks latched in the front, and they visibly strained as they pulled apart from each other due the size of the incredible mammaries they struggled to contain. The material of the bra and the straps that wrapped around her sides and shoulders looked incredibly thick. Victoria could see pockets of flesh bulge from the sides and from the bottom - even this giant brassier wasn't big enough to contain the massive tits they were designed to hold. Even if the bra wasn't designed for sex appeal, the whole ensemble looked incredibly erotic - a sight that wasn't helped by Cassandra's nipples, which managed to show through the bra despite its thick material.

"Keep going," Victoria said in almost a whisper. Cassandra nodded and let the coat fall, landing in the pile of cum that puddled around her feet. The unnaturally busty woman began to unhook the numerous latches that dotted her bra. It was a slow and somewhat arduous task, hindered even more by her shaky hands. One by one the hooks were undone, and the bra became more and more slack around the tanned nurse's enormous tits. After what seemed like an eternity to Victoria, the last hook was undone and the bra fell in 2 different pieces from Cassandra's breasts; they were so big the specially made bra had to be attached in parts. Victoria let out a whistle as she finally saw them in their full glory.

To say they were enormous would be an understatement. They stuck out with unnatural firmness, like Cassandra had just popped out of a hentai video. No longer held down by the constraints of a bra, they took up nearly her entire torso. They stuck out from the sides, completely covering the tops of her arms. Despite not hanging low, they were fat enough to still cover Cassandra's entire stomach, almost down past her navel. The cherry on top was Cassandra's huge nipples. The areolas alone were at least the size of dinner plates, and her nipples looked as thick as 2 of Victoria's fingers put together, and as long as her thumb. They were ridiculous, and Victoria felt herself start to salivate just at the sight of them.

The pair stood in silence for several seconds. Victoria could feel her cock actually gain a couple inches of length, something that almost never happened without stimulation. Cassandra looked down, breathing heavily, now very aware that she had just exposed herself to a patient. The cold air of the room caused goosebumps to stand up on her naked torso, and her nipples thickened even more. The pair continued like this, neither saying a word. Victoria realized with some amusement that the nurse had never written down the weight of her balls, but it probably didn't matter at this point. Finally breaking the silence, Victoria spoke.

"Well? Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop."

Cassandra looked up at her with some alarm before muttering an apology. Grabbing the sides of her scrub pants, she turned around, bent over, and began to pull them down. They crested her wide hips and seemed to catch on her fat ass. With a small grunt, she gave them another strong tug and they managed to slide over the expansive flesh of her posterior. Sliding down her thick thighs, they finally ended up with all the other clothes in a pile at her feet. Now all that adorned her body was her work shoes and a lacy black thong and that barely covered anything. To say her ass stuck out like a shelf from her body wouldn't do it justice; it looked more like the nurse had 2 prize-winning watermelons stuck under her skin. Standing up straight once more, she looked back at Victoria from over her shoulder.

"Uh, uh what now?" she asked, waiting for more instructions. Victoria just stared. That giant ass. The breasts bulging from the sides - Cassandra had more you could see from behind her than most girls had on their entire chest. It was like someone had molded her to be the perfect sexual object, and Victoria planned to treat her like one. With a step forward, Victoria reached out and slapped her open palm against one of those head-sized cheeks. Cassandra yelped at the impact, and could feel her cheeks wobbling against each other. Victoria continued to rain blows down as her cock spat out another helping of cum, once again covering Cassandra's feet. Satisfied with how much she reddened the poor nurse's ass, Victoria stepped back once more.

"Turn around and get on your knees. Now, slut."

Almost slipping on the fresh batch of cum that covered her feet, Cassandra scrambled to turn around. Facing the futa once more, she quickly got to her knees, her whole body jiggling and her skin squishing into the puddle of cum. Now kneeling in front of the futa once again, Cassandra stared at her cock hesitantly. It rested on the ground once more, and to Cassandra it looked like it had grown since she had measured it; she wasn't wrong. She looked up and met Victoria's eyes, who only looked down stoically back at her. Cassandra turned her head back down towards Victoria's cock.

Reaching down, Cassandra grabbed the enormous head of the futanari's cock. She lifted it up, still surprised by just how much someone's genitals could weigh. She held it up to her face, slightly unsure of how to proceed; Cassandra had pleased many cocks in her life, but none could hold a candle to the beast in her hands. Using one hand to try and balance it, she used the other to stroke the side of the shaft, her hand not even encircling half of its girth. The skin of Victoria's cock was incredibly warm - most likely due to the amount of blood that flowed through it at all times. She awkwardly tried this method of stroking before Victoria interrupted her.

"Are you stupid? If I wanted my cock stroked I'd do it myself. Try using those fucking cow tits of yours!"

With a loud gulp, Cassandra stopped her stroking and regrabbed the head with both hands and lowered it to her chest. Her long nipples grazed the shaft as she moved it, drawing a visible pulse from the monumental cock. Struggling to work around her giant tits, she placed the head in between them. Holding the head between her luscious mounds, she grabbed the middle of the shaft and snaked more of it into her cleavage until the head poked out from the top. For once in Cassandra's life, she was dealing with a cock that not only was long enough to fill her cleavage, but was enormous enough to poke out of it. Victoria's cock also caused her tits to push apart from each other more than any cock ever had before.

Using her elbows, she pressed her tits around the giant appendage and began to move her body up and down. The velvety softness of her tits engulfed almost half of Victoria's cock, a new for her as well. As she moved her tits up and down, the futanari's cockhead continued to poke through and hit the underside of Cassandra's chin. Taking this opportunity to try something she'd never been able to before, the nurse looked down and stuck her tongue out, lapping timidly at the heavy glans as they prodded at her face. As she did this, she watched Victoria's urethra gape once more and belch a heavy glob of white sludge over her face and the tops of her tits.

Victoria moaned. This bimbo's tits were truly one of the best things she had ever felt. She began to thrust her hips slightly, trying to fit as much of her cock into these heavenly tits as she could. Cassandra sputtered as the cum filled her face, but felt emboldened by the clear signs she was doing well at pleasuring this massive beast. She continued on like this, and as Victoria thrust her hips, she found herself attaching her lips to Victoria's tip. She sucked on it and swirled her tongue around the inside of Victoria's huge pisshole. For Cassandra, pleasuring such an incredible monolithic appendage was quickly beginning to feel as natural as breathing.

Cassandra continued to suck on the tip of the futa's head. She moved her mouth lower on the thrusting glans, getting more than half of the mushroom tip in her mouth before she felt her mouth couldn't stretch any wider. Her attempts at swirling her tongue around the head quickly became futile as its girth filled her mouth completely. Cassandra choked as she felt a blast of cum shoot straight into her throat, Victoria's urethra resting at the back of her mouth. The nurse took a minute to pull the dick out of her mouth and cough out a mouthful of cum onto her already well-coated tits. As soon as her throat was clear once more she inhaled the cock head back into her mouth.

"You're doing pretty good slut," Victoria said, stepping forward and putting her hand on the back of Cassandra's head, "but let me give you a little help."

Cassandra's eyes widened as Victoria's strong hand grabbed a handful of her brown hair and started pulling her forward. Already feeling like her lips were stretched to their limits, the sudden force of her head being pulled down caused this sensation to intensify; in fact, it felt like her lips might tear. Victoria didn't let up, and as she continued to force the nurse's head down more, the strength of her pull only grew stronger. Cassandra held onto the shaft of her cock like her life depended on it, her hands doing their best to maintain a grip on the slick slab of meat. Finally, Victoria's entire cockhead popped into the nurse's mouth; but this time. unlike the times before when Victoria had fit her immense glans fully into someone's mouth, there was no popping, no sound of a jaw being dislocated. There was no sound at all.

Victoria looked down at Cassandra's face, having had her eyes closed in pleasure. Her mouth was stretched obscenely around her cock - a normal sight when someone was blowing Victoria; however, unlike normal her mouth was still completely, firmly attached. There was no slack in the nurse's jaw, no sign she had been injured. Her plump lips were almost non-existent and her face looked comically stretched, but there was no sign of actual physical disfigurement. As Victoria continued to force her cock deeper into her new sex toys mouth, she wondered if maybe this woman was a perfect fit for her incredible cock.

Placing her other hand on the back on Cassandra's head, Victoria started to really get into the face fucking. WIth two handfuls of hair she began to move the nurse's head up and down on her cock, which was little more than her head and a couple of inches of shaft; although that was more than most anyone else had. While Cassandra may have been the person to take Victoria's cock the best so far, it didn't stop her from choking and gagging whenever her cock penetrated her throat. Spit mixed with cum dripped from the corners of her mouth and down the futa's cock with every thrust. Still looking down at her, Victoria watched at her current fuck toy's eyes rolled into the back of her head, accompanied by her body shaking.

A loud splat could be heard above the sounds of the gurglings Cassandra was making around the immense cock. Victoria struggled to look past her own cock and this slut's ginormous tits at what could have caused this sound, but noticed that the nurse's thighs were rubbing together as fast as they could. Victoria laughed. She couldn't confirm it, but she was pretty sure this slut just came from having her face fucked. Feeling more enthused than ever, Victoria ramped up her pounding, now sending several new inches of cock into the nurse's throat with every thrust.

Cassandra's body felt like it was on fire. She had never been so aroused in her life. When Victoria had forced her entire cockhead into her mouth, it was like a switch had been flipped inside of her. Juices instantly started flowing down her thighs, her cunt leaking like a faucet. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful. And as she could feel Victoria's cock get harder and stretch her out even more, the heat it left off ramping up even more, Cassandra felt something snap. Her pussy instantly convulsed and let out a huge jet of girl cum that soaked through her panties and hit the ground for everyone to hear. Her mind went blank, and her whole body shook in pleasure. Her arms fell limply to her side. She was going crazy.

As Victoria's cock got harder, she had to start adjusting her stance. Her cock slowly lifted from the cavernous bed of cleavage it was currently coddled in, and her expanding girth pushed the whore's tits even further away from each other. She could hear her balls gurgle louder than before, and start to press into the sides of her legs. The position was getting harder to maintain as the oral service continued, although Victoria had not moved much despite sinking over a foot of shaft into the willing hole's throat - a huge bulge was clearly visible through her throat to down between her breasts. Once she felt her cock stiffen enough, and unfortunately lift itself from the wonderful flesh pillows that had done their best to please it, Victoria knew a change of pace would have to occur soon.

But for now, she would use this slut's mouth for her pleasure. She continued to jerk her head up and down, forcing inch after inch into her body. Victoria even shook her head back and forth, using her mouth to lubricate every inch she could. The leaking cum and spit spilled out in larger quantities, splattering on everything around them. Victoria knew she had entered this bitch's stomach, having felt the familiar sensation of breaking through another barrier. It was a blissful feeling to be able to use another person's whole body as an onahole, and this slut was no exception. Victoria could feel her cock spit out more streams of cum into the woman's body, only furthering the erotic sensation of fucking into her stomach.

With nearly half her cock deforming the nurse's face and body, Victoria began to pull out. She knew the limits of the human body well, and even though felt like Cassandra had been hand-crafted to please her cock, she didn't want to risk it getting fully hard; if this happened, she doubt she'd be able to fuck her without an annoying amount of prep work. Victoria had to take several steps back in order to fully unsheathe her cock. Once her brain breaking bitch breaker popped from Cassandra's mouth, it bobbed slightly before slamming into her tits, its weight too heavy for it to hold itself up. Cum sprayed from her cock head as she did this, further painting every inch of the nurse's upper body and face. Cassandra immediately coughed up more mouthfuls of cum onto her own body, her throat finally clearing enough to expel the foreign substance.

The nurse looked like she had just been through a hundred man bukakke. Cum covered her entire torso, and flowed like a river in between her cleave. Her face was absolutely plastered, almost no inch of it being unpainted by the off-white substance. Even her hair was streaked with thick strings of cum that hung off in large strands, refusing to break from their hanging position. Victoria's cock was likewise coated, the top half being painted in the same off-white, mixed with a shiny sheen from the nurse's spit. If one could see below Cassandra's tits, not an easy task due to their incredible size, they would see that her stomach was slightly rounded out like she had eaten too much; and in a sense, she had. It was a truly perverse scene.

"Alright slut! I'm still not hard so we're gonna have to kick it up a notch. Get on your hands and knees. It's time you got fucked."

Cassandra stared and her with lidded eyes, still dazed from the touch-free orgasm she just endured. She could see that Victoria was talking to her, but the words were completely garbled in her brain. Her mouth continued to make a motion like she was trying to suck on a dick that wasn't there, her brain still not having caught up to what was happening. Growing annoyed at her unresponsiveness, Victoria grabbed her cock in both hands and took a step forward. With a grunt, she lifted her cock, her hands not touching each other in its half-erect state as it was now as wide as a 2 liter bottle, and swung it towards Cassandra's face. Her cock head hit the nurse on the cheek and sent her sprawling; her body hit the ground, jiggling as she went, and she cried out once more - but not in pain or fear. As Victoria's cock struck her face, her pussy twitched once more and sent an even larger spray than last time onto her legs and the ground beneath her.

"Listen up you fucking cock drunk slut! I said get on all fours!"

Despite her orgasm shaken brain, Cassandra had been knocked out of her reverie enough to understand the words being yelled at her. Quickly scrambling from her sprawled position, feeling slightly off balance due to all the cum sloshing in her stomach, Cassandra got up onto her hands and knees and turned, facing away from Victoria. Her bulbous behind shook enticingly, its cheeks bouncing sinfully with the slightest movements. Victoria could see clearly that the crotch of her underwear was completely soaked through, and the black flimsy material was practically translucent. Another enticing sight was the nurse's absurd tits, now pressed directly into the cold floor and lifting her torso up by their sheer size. They bulged from all angles, and Cassandra looked like she could've suffocated herself in their massiveness just by looking down.

Cassandra wiggled her immense amount of ass-flesh back and forth, doing her best to entice Victoria; all she could think of was that perfect cock and what it was going to do to her. Victoria stepped forward and reached down, grabbing the thin underwear by the lone string that was buried deep in this slut nurse's ass. With a strong pull, Victoria did what she had done to many articles of clothing before, and tore it off. This caused an instant reaction from Cassandra, and her pussy gushed clear liquid onto the floor once more, no longer blocked by the flimsy material - not that it had stopped the stream of cum before. Victoria took this opportunity to beat her cheeks red once more, slapping them harshly. There was nothing like leaving your mark on a willing slut.

Once she was done having fun with Cassandra's ass, Victoria got down onto her knees. Her balls, which had grown to be the size of basketballs at the very least and only sagged lower in their strained sack, plopped onto the ground in a puddle of cum. She looked at the bitch's soaked pussy, still visibly dripping strings of pussy juice, and put her hand up against it. It was hot to the touch, and Victoria's hand was immediately soaked by a squirt of girl cum. She inserted 3 fingers with almost no resistance, drawing a loud moan from the bent-over nurse. The futa thrust her fingers in and out of the soaked snatch, finding that her fingers glided through her folds easily. The only resistance she felt was Cassandra's cunt greedily grabbing onto her fingers and twitching around them. This bitch really was a slut. Wasting no time, Victoria pulled her hand back, made a fist, and punched her hand into the unexpecting nurse's hole.

She immediately screamed; but this scream was in just as much pleasure as it was pain. Her pussy gripped Victoria's fist tightly before spraying girl cum around it, instantly soaking Victoria's arm up to her elbow. Taking this as a good sign, not that she would have cared either way, Victoria thrust her fist into the sluts pussy roughly. She didn't bother to be gentle with her, knowing everything she did brought the nurse untold amounts of pleasure. In less than a minute, she had her arm inserted up to her elbow, and wiggled it around, making sure to stretch the nurse out as much as she could. After only a couple minutes of this prep, Victoria ripped her arm out quickly, causing another orgasmic scream.

Lifting her cock, which had been splayed to the side the whole time and resting on the ground, its half-hard state still giving it some flexibility, Victoria aimed it at Cassandra's pussy. With a quick stroke, she blasted cum directly onto the waiting hole. Due to the intensity and volume of the shot, it sprayed onto her cunt, thighs, ass, and everywhere in between. Victoria continued to spray hot baby batter, absolutely painting Cassandra's tanned backside in hot white cum, matching the thick layer that already covered her upper half. Her stream finally dying down, she placed the tip directly at the entrance of the nurse's waiting hole, which was gaped from the fisting it had received. With another grunt, Victoria let her cock belch out another baseball sized drop of cum straight into Cassandra's vagina, adding a last bit of lubrication. It drew the predictable orgasmic reaction that they were both expecting.

"Ready or not slut, here I come!"

Laughing cruelly, Victoria, with her hands gripping her cock right below the head, thrust her cock forward. The head prodded against the woman's sex roughly, before the tip managed to nudge itself firmly into her the entrance of her hole. Goddamn. This was the easiest Victoria had ever entered someone with barely any prep work. Cassandra's cunt gripped the head tightly and soaked it with girl cum - this small, tiniest bit of penetration had set her cunt off like a broken sprinkler. Still holding her shaft, the futa pushed forward harder, her cockhead sliding into the buttery smoothness of this slut's hole. Although her cunt put up the usual fight, Victoria won out and the entirety of her glans lodged itself into her depths. Victoria moaned loudly in sync with another orgasmic scream from Cassandra.

"God damn bitch! You've got a tight fucking cunt!"

"Oh, oh fuck! Any cunt would be tight for you! Your cock is fucking giant! Holy shit!"

Cassandra came once more, her orgasms practically bleeding into each other at this point. Victoria laughed. This whore was already addicted to her cock and they had just started. The nurse's cunt was doing a good job of arousing Victoria even more, and she could feel her cock growing even more in excitement. Taking her hands off her shaft, she placed them on Cassandra's baby-making hips, and gripped tightly. She admired how stretched the nurse's cunt was around her punishing penis, the lips drawn paper thin, and watched as her cock visibly grew larger and larger. It was time for the real fucking to begin.

With a firm grip on the whore's wide hips, Victoria began to thrust for real. Centimeters at a time, she pulled it back and forced it back in, dragging the nurse's pussy with her. More inches of cock entered her, but just like when Victoria was fucking her face, her cock didn't seem to actually get any shorter. Indeed, it was growing nearly in time with Victoria's thrusts; it was a monumental effort just for her cock to get fully hard at all, so the growth occurred at a very slow rate. Victoria loved to see her inches get buried in a new human onahole, the feeling of power she had over these living sex dolls was like ecstasy for her. After nearly a foot of cock was forced in, more than Victoria had expected it to take, she finally hit Cassandra's cervix.

It was like Cassandra had been taken over by a sexual haze. Her brain couldn't keep up with the feelings of the nerve endings in her vagina being absolutely stretched and pushed to their limits. Her body continuously shook. Her eyes seemed to be perpetually rolled back in her head. Her mouth hung open, drooling unashamedly onto her tits that cushioned her head. She was completely lost, her body surrendering in every way to the monumental genitalia that had entered her. It felt like she was being fucked by a lamp post, it was so hard and massive; and while this should've frightened her, it only excited her body further. She had already lost track of the many orgasms she had, her cunt feeling like it was in a perpetual state of cumming. Her pussy had leaked so much cum, she feared she would dehydrate; she feared she would dehydrate except for the fact that she already swallowed several gallons of cum only minutes before.

As Victoria pushed against her cervix, the only thing she could be hitting that far into her body, Cassandra screamed once more. She had screamed a lot today and if her brain could focus on anything besides the addictive pleasure being provided to it, she would have worried about losing her voice. Regardless, she screamed again and her pussy convulsed around the brutal invader once more. If her other orgasms had been intense, this one was on its own level. Her pussy sprayed for nearly 30 seconds, the girl cum blasting from around Victoria's cock like a high pressure hose, soaking her cock, thighs and muscled stomach. As her orgasm ended, she passed out and her body limply fell forward, only stopped by the ridiculous flesh pillows she called tits, and Victoria's absolute grip on her door-scraping hips.

Victoria smiled triumphantly as she witnessed this bitch's mind fully crack. The spray of girl cum onto her body was a feeling that never got old - it was like physical proof of the ultimate submission to her cock. Victoria continued to make small thrusts into Cassandra as this was happening, not taking the next step in penetrating her cervix just yet. However, Victoria's attitude soured as she felt the nurse sag in her grip. She didn't need her passing out just yet, not before she fucked her to her cock's content - there was no fun in fucking a slut who wasn't awake to suffer through it.

"Wake up bitch!" Victoria shouted, removing one of her hands to lay a punishing slap onto those fat spheres of ass meat, "we're not done here yet!"

After several slaps, ones that were sure to leave bruises, Cassandra finally jerked awake. Her head turned in every direction, taking in her surroundings like she had forgotten where she was. Mumbling out random noises, she finally turned her head in the direction of the slapping, and looked at Victoria who was still slapping her huge ass. Her eyes widened as the situation she was in dawned on her, and it was like her whole body regained sensation all at once. She screamed through another orgasm, still staring at the domineering futa. Victoria finally stopped slapping, and locked eyes with the slutty medical worker, who was currently babbling out obscenities at a rapid pace.

"Finally. I wanted you to be awake for this next part!"

With this exclamation, Victoria regripped the babbling woman's hips, and thrust with extreme strength. Her cock tore through Cassandra's cervix like it was paper. The glans immediately lodged itself into the nurse's womb, filling it completely. This filling was followed by a flare of Victoria's urethra, and a blast of cum that filled the womb even more. Victoria wasted no time and forced her cock even deeper, beginning the real stretching Cassandra was going to endure. The bulge under Cassandra' skin was absurdly pronounced, although neither of them could see it; however, Victoria could definitely feel it. She could feel the woman's skin wrap around her cock, providing even more tightness and sensation for her personal pleasure. Victoria lived for this.

Her cock was releasing cum at a steady rate now. Victoria's pounding was getting more and more serious, her cock coring out Cassandra's womb. Victoria could feel the nurse's depths inflate around her cock, providing even more room for her to fuck into. Her balls dragged across the ground as she thrusted her hips, the cum contained inside audibly sloshing and gurgling with every movement. Victoria was fucking freely at this point, no longer caring about taking her time or letting Cassandra get used to the immensity of her bitch breaker. Fucking like this caused her to have nearly half of her cock inserted into the orgasming whore beneath her, and her cock was completely hard at this point.

Victoria angled her hips upwards more as she pounded, as she could feel her cock start to hit the ground through the nurse's skin. This angle change didn't stop the futa at all, however, as she continued the same merciless pace she had been building up to. Cassandra was still barely conscious, still leaking an absolute river of clear juice down her legs and Victoria's monolith. Her entire body was focused on the feeling of the appendage plowing through her, skewering her womb and denting her skin obscenely. She let out a gasp in between the orgasm induced screams and shouts as she felt something bump into the underside of her squashed breasts. This was one of the few times Cassandra wished she didn't have such giant tits so she could confirm with her own eyes what she was feeling; the other times was when she had to shop for bras or new clothes.

As Victoria felt her cockhead slam into the underside of Cassandra's tits, she wanted to laugh. Of course this woman, this fantasy-like bimbo, would be able to block her penetration with her tits. In any other position she would be able to just lift them up with the strength of her cock, but the nurse's body weight caused her tits to hold firmly in place. She continued to thrust, bashing her cock over and over into those magnificent mammaries, trying to find an opening in which she could force her cock through even further. Trying to feel out the geography of those jiggling mountains with just your cock was not an easy thing to do, but Victoria was a professional. After what felt like an eternity to Victoria, she finally found her opening. With a powerful thrust, the futa sank her cock even deeper into Cassandra's body, and pressed her tits out even farther apart below her. Her cock was now nearly pressing into the nurse's sternum, exactly where she wanted to be.

Cassandra was finally able to confirm her suspicions. Peering through hazy eyes, she looked down, doing her best to push her chin between the tops of her breast flesh. She could see it. She could actually see the futa's ridiculous dick. It was there, protruding through her skin, staring at her dead in the face through it's singular, leaking eye. She watched as it lurched beneath her skin and a huge bubble formed at its tip before sliding down towards her skin. Cassandra could actually see it launch loads of sperm inside of her. It was too much. Her eyes rolled completely back once more and lost consciousness for the second time.

"Oh fuck yeah you stupid slut. I'm in deep now. Oh this is fucking good!" Victoria howled as she palmed Cassandra's cheeks once more, no longer needing to keep hold of her hips. The flesh wobbled under hands, sending the entire thing rippling wildly. Victoria was pounding faster and faster, her now fully-hard cock absolutely spearing through Cassandra's insides. Every thrust sent the woman's obscene frame jiggling, from her dump truck ass to her hentai-sized breasts. Victoria was unrelenting. Her fucking only got harder and harder, and she could see Cassandra's stomach grow larger and larger, touching the floor just from the amount of precum Victoria's balls had been unendingly producing. Soon, a familiar sensation shot down Victoria's cock to her balls, and she knew it was time.

Her balls gurgled loud enough that someone outside of the room would be able to hear it, and they expanded even larger in their sack. They had steadily ballooned to nearly the size of exercise balls. Victoria watched her cock thicken even more, something that shouldn't have been possible; but it was, and it was something she loved to witness. The veins bulged and pulsed, and her urethra flared to thickness wider than her wrist. If her cock was hard as steel before, it was like titanium now. Her cock flexed once more, lifting Cassandra slightly. She was cumming.

If Cassandra thought the amount of cum she had witnessed blast over her countenance and fill her body up had been unbelievable before, then this cumshot was the stuff of dreams - or nightmares. The feeling of boiling hot cum shooting into her body woke her up from her orgasm-induced coma, and she knew immediately was happening. She was instantly ballooned. Her stomach was blown up in seconds, her body actually being lifted higher by her expanding midsection. Her tits were pushed up, moved completely off the ground, and now completely covered her face. The nurse could feel her stomach press into her arms and legs, although she couldn't see it due to her fat fucking tits pressing into her face. This blast of cum felt never ending, and unbeknownst to Cassandra, this was only the first shot.

Whenever Victoria had an orgasm, it felt like her body was a part of it, like every fiber of her being was tied into the semen spraying from her cock; and this one was no different. The cum sprayed from her cock almost violently, absolutely blasting at high pressure into this slut nurse's stomach. Victoria watched as Cassandra's stomach got bigger and bigger, lifting her from the floor. One of the only annoying parts of Victoria's prodigious orgasms was that she could never fully unload into one of her sluts. As Victoria decided that Cassandra was getting close to her limits, only a full cumshot and a half in, she began to pull out - a monumental effort in itself. Her cock was nearly completely out of the nurse's ruined hole when something unexpected happened: the door the exam room opened.

The door opened, and the tall, blonde doctor from before stepped into the room. Looking down at a clipboard, she pulled her eyes from the paper she was currently reading and surveyed the room; a gasp immediately followed. In front of her was a sight she couldn't believe she was seeing. The futanari from before was kneeling with her back turned towards her, naked, and was shuffling backwards on her knees. Between her legs was an immense sack, the balls barely contained in its immensity pressing heavily onto the ground, and they were so fat they pushed her legs far apart from each other. The futa was currently positioned in front of something huge, something she couldn't make out from her place in the entryway.

More of the room came into her field of vision as she gawked at the scene in front of her. It was a mess. What looked like incredibly thick cum was pooled on nearly every inch of the floor and in some spots there was a yellow liquid that the doctor could only assume was urine, that also puddled deeply amidst the cum. Dr. Daley looked down and saw that she herself was standing in cum, the thick substance staining her shoes. Even the walls weren't fully spared, and there were several large splatters in various spots. The whole room smelled overwhelmingly of sex as well, and her nostrils flared at the scent. The only thing she didn't see was her nurse who was supposed to be overseeing this exam.

"Oh my god! What is going on he-"

"Oh hey doctor," Victoria cut her off, standing up and grunting in the process, "Samantha, wasn't it? I was wondering when you'd show up."

Before Samantha could reply to this interruption and informality, wanting to question everything that was going on, she gasped yet again. Her hand raised to her mouth in shock and the clipboard dropped from her hand, landing next to her feet in the lake of cum that washed through the room. As Victoria stood and began to turn towards the doctor, the doctor was finally afforded a view of her cock, something she wasn't prepared for. Her mind still hadn't completely registered the sight of her ridiculous balls, and she hadn't even considered what kind of cock might be matched to them. Now she didn't have to consider, because it was real, and it was in front of her.

To say it was the biggest cock she had even seen was an understatement. To say it was enormous didn't do it justice. To say it was something that belonged on a human would be a blatant lie. It stuck out from her body as a low angle, sagging towards the floor due to its own immense weight. The thickness of it was ridiculous - it was easily thicker than one of her thighs, possibly as big as both of them combined. And the length! It was easily longer than her leg, no. it was more than half the length of her body. The tube of her urethra looked as thick as her bicep and veins the width of fists and as long as the biggest dicks she had studied snaked down its length, all visibly trembling. Finally, the head was thicker than the shaft, if that was even possible, and it was an angry, pulsing red color; it was pulsing angrily because it was actively cumming.

Her cum sprayed across the walls as she turned, coating everything in its path. Her balls attempted to rise towards her body with the ejaculation, but proved too heavy to perform this monumental task on their own. The cum looked thick, almost like paste or liquid cement, and it was a deep off-white color. Due to the mind-bending size of her cock, balls, and urethra, the stream of cum that blasted from the head was impossibly thick, being wider than the doctor's arm. It sprayed against the wall with such intensity that it splattered from the walls onto the ceilings and counters around it. And it didn't stop. It kept going as she turned, her cock bouncing in time with her steps, the cum seemingly unending, until it finally fell on the doctor herself.

Samantha was hit the face by a huge wave of cum. Her visage was drenched in white, as was her hair and glasses. It splashed into her open mouth, her nose, her eyes, her ears - everywhere. Her entire world had become cum. The drenching didn't end there. Semen covered her neck, her coat and the shirt underneath it and the rest of her clothes. It looked like she had been dipped in egg whites, the cum covered her so completely. The doctor tried to gasp again, but the cum on her face flooded her mouth and poured down her throat - with the cum that rocketed up her nose as well, her ability to breath was completely blocked by the outpouring of baby batter.

"Sorry doc, can't really control where it lands," Victoria said, walking by her and letting her cum still fly wildly around, "but let me give you that sperm sample you needed."

As Victoria reached the counter, she reached over and grabbed another sample container that was about the same size as the one she had already overfilled with urine. She smiled as she heard the doctor retch behind her, trying to clear the cum from her throat and take a breath. Taking off the lid, she did her best to angle it in front of her cock. Her cock blasted out a new stream and predictably filled the container to its brim in mere seconds; but it didn't stop there. The cum continued to stream into it, overfilling it and drenching the sides along with Victoria's hand. She let it get completely covered for a couple moments more before tossing it onto the counter and turning back to the two cum covered women.

The doctor desperately tried to rub the cum out of her eyes and off her glasses, futilely trying to clean her face from the mask of white. Victoria aimed her cock slightly and blasted her face again with a menacing laugh. Turning to the nurse, the futa admired her handiwork. Cassandra had been turned into a cum blimp, her arms and legs nearly lifted from the ground due to the size of her giant sperm-filled belly. Victoria had naturally covered her as she pulled out and stood over her, so she looked like a great big ball of gooey white sludge. Her pussy, which still twitched in orgasm, was impossibly gaped, looking like someone could fit their head in with little trouble. Just the way it should be. Victoria's cock arced out more cum, spraying the ground in front of it all the way to the already-covered nurse and the wall behind her.

Victoria let her cock continue to fire off cum, making sure she didn't hit the exam table where her clothes lay; but everything else was fair game. The rest of the room was completely drenched, from the floor to the ceiling. Every piece of expensive medical equipment, the cabinets and counters, the generic paintings on the walls, everything. It was all painted white. Only Victoria and the aforementioned area she avoided, were mostly spared - although Victoria always got covered a bit just by proxy. After over 2 minutes of constant orgasm, her cock finally settled down, although it didn't lose any of its rock-like hardness. Victoria turned back towards the doctor, her penis spewing more leftover cum onto the floor between them.

"Well Samantha," Victoria started, purposefully using the doctor's first name, "why don't you get out of those soaked clothes and join us? Besides, someone needs to measure my dick. Your nurse didn't get a chance to and it doesn't look like she'll be able to for awhile."

Victoria finished this statement with a smug glance in the nurse's direction. Dr. Daley, who had finally cleared her face and airways of the glue-like semen, having had to take off her soaked glasses, followed the futa's glance. She finally discovered where her nurse was. The weird fleshy form the doctor had seen before was actually the cum bloated, fucked-senseless form of Cassandra, who was still currently lying down unmoving besides the constant twitch of her cunt which was still steadily leaking girl slime and futa goo down her immense stomach. Everything was pieced together now in Samantha's mind, and the event of the past hour became clear.

Samantha felt like she was in a sexual trance. All the perverse images and actions she had witnessed were getting to her. Her brain felt like it was in a deep fog, and Victoria's words floated through her ears. Almost like her body was moving on its own, she reached up and began unbuttoning her lab coat. Her fingers moved gracefully, undoing each button with little trouble despite the soaked nature of them and her hands. As her lab coat fell to the floor, her red sweater, Victoria had been correct about that earlier, came fully into view. Samantha reached down and pulled it off, lifting up and above her cum soaked head.

A black, plain bra that contained a pair of very large breasts, bigger than Victoria's, contrasted against her pale skin. The doctor bent over, semen dripping onto the ground from her face, and shook her dress pants off her hips. She stepped out of them and kicked off her socks and shoes in the process. She now stood in front of the futa in just her underwear, and now it was time for Victoria to be surprised. Contained within the doctor's plain black underwear was a large bulge, the shape of a long tube and round ball. The doctor was a futa. Victoria laughed.

"You're a futa too?! It all makes sense now! No wonder you're leading this whole study. Take off those panties and let's see how you compare!"

Samantha nodded, her eyes glued to Victoria's impressive appendage. She removed her bra first, unhooking it from behind her back. The bra fell along with the rest of her clothes, landing on the cum covered ground. Her large breasts jiggled into view; they were melon sized and they were topped by 2 small pink nipples. Larger than Victoria's to be for sure, but much smaller than the ridiculous nurse's massive mammaries. Still, they were nothing to shake a stick at, and Victoria admired their large size. Bending over once more, the doctor grabbed the edges of her panties and wiggled them down to her ankles, her genitals falling into view.

Her cock slapped down into her legs, falling mid thigh. It was large, probably nearly a foot in length even in its soft state. It was thick, the girth comparable to almost the size of a coke can. It was veiny, as veiny as one could expect from a cock so large. The head of it was a light pink, a pink that almost matched her nipples, and dangled near her knees. Behind it was a pair of large balls, their combined size nearly softball-sized. Overall, it was a very impressive package. Samantha was almost always the biggest in the room, whether others knew it or not; however, with Victoria in the room, this was not the case.

"Cute," Victoria laughed cruelly, "it looks like mine when I was in middle school. Now come over here and measure me, I'm getting bored."

"Uh, uh of course," Samantha said shakily, "it-it's important we finish the study."

The doctor walked over to the counter that held the now cum-coated medical equipment and sheets, not even registering that the papers containing all the information the nurse had gathered previously were now ruined. Searching through the pile of white goop on the counter, she finally found the tape measure used before. Doing her best to wipe it clean, she took one end in one hand, and using her others, she ran it down the length of tape, collecting all the excess cum. It piled on her wrist and hand and fell down to the counter, but she did somehow manage to get most of it off, revealing the numbers she needed to be able to read. Samantha turned around and walked over to Victoria, her eyes gluing to her cock once more.

Standing in front of her fellow futanari, she bent over. Much like Cassandra had before, she placed the beginning of the tape at Victoria's crotch, and slowly began to unravel it. Samantha's eyes followed the numbers intently, breathing heavily at each new inch that appeared on the tape measure. As she hit the first foot, she stared at the rest of the cock that had yet to be measured and nearly choked: there was so much left. After what felt like forever, Samantha finally rolled the tape all the way down Victoria's cock. She stared at the number at the end of the tape over and over again, her eyes flashing down the shaft. She couldn't believe it.

"So? What does it say?"

"Um, well, it says uh, it says… 43 inches, I think. Your co- your penis keeps moving, but I think that is what it is. Uh, yeah. Forty, uh forty-three inches. Christ."

"Sounds about right," Victoria beamed proudly, "now how about the girth?"

Samantha removed the tape from Victoria's cock and held the bunched length in her hands once more. Placing one end on the middle of Victoria's massive dick, she moved her arms as she roped the tape around it. Pulling it tightly against the rock hard appendage - as tightly as she could with her shaking hands. She read the number that appeared once more, her mind racing as she thought of things to compare it too. It was, as expected, bigger than any she had seen before.

"16. 16 inches around."

"Hmm interesting," Victoria mumbled to herself as she looked down, the number itself not meaning as much to her, "oh? What's that doctor? Touching a real cock get you excited?"

What Victoria was referring to was Samantha's now erect cock standing at attention. Dr. Daley looked down in embarrassment, not having realized she had gotten fully aroused. The doctor's own cock stood at attention, pointing straight forward. It had grown quite a bit larger from its already rather large soft size. It now looked like it was almost a foot and a half long, and had reached coke can size in girth. Her cock bobbed up and down in time with her breath, and a pearly, marble sized ball of precum bubbled at her tip. Her balls had grown a bit too, and they pulled up towards her groin. A cock that was formidable in any other situation, now paled in comparison to the true beast only inches away from it.

"Cute cock. Now get on your knees."

Samantha looked at Victoria with wide eyes and she felt a hand reach out and grab her shoulder. Falling to her knees, both due to her will being demolished by the intense paragon of sexuality in front of her, and due to the strong pressure put on her form, she was finally face-to-face with the bestial behemoth before her. Her fat ass stuck out from behind her wiggling back and forth as the doctor moved. Before the nude doctor had a chance to do anything, the hand on her shoulder moved to the back of her head and forced it forward. Her head was dragged down, below the futa's pillar of fucking, and down below to her giant balls. Victoria's balls had been growing steadily the past hour, and now visibly sat on the ground, even when she stood. They pressed against her strong legs, the width of them as wide as an overinflated beach ball. These 2 giant orbs of untold virility were the last thing Samantha saw before her face was forced into the hot, leathery sack.

"I thought about asking if you needed to weigh my balls again now that they've grown, but it feels pretty pointless doesn't it? Besides, I'm getting bored."

Victoria continued to mash the doctor's face against her enormous sack as she spoke. The doctor, almost naturally, had stuck out her tongue and started to lick the surface as best she could. While Victoria continued to hold her face against her balls, it was unneeded: Samantha was now freely pleasuring her massive testicles on her own. The futa, the dominant one, looked around the room, trying to decide her next course of action. The nurse she had fucked into oblivion was now mostly drained of cum, but still rested on her side unmoving in a pool of semen. Looking down at the lesser futa pleasuring her balls, she wondered if she'd be able to fuck her with her fully erect cock. An idea sprung into her mind.

"Don't stop licking my sack, slut."

Samantha wasn't planning on it, and continued to move her head around, trying to do what felt like the impossible and cover every inch of Victoria's mighty sack with her tongue. Victoria began to walk forward, pushing the doctor out of the way. As soon as her tongue detached from the flesh it had been so devotedly worshipping, she let out a whine and tried to dive back in; however, Victoria continued to walk forward which caused Samantha to have to get onto her hands and knees and follow as best as she could, her tongue once again attaching itself to the dragging baby batter factories in front of her. After several steps, Victoria came to stand in front of the unconscious nurse, the doctor dutifully tonguing her balls the entire time.

Reaching out with a foot, Victoria gave several nudges to the nurse's fat ass. Cassandra gave no response. Not quite moving with the force of a kick, Victoria pressed her foot into Cassandra's stomach, denting it inward and causing a blast of cum to fly out from her cunt onto Victoria's shins and balls. This got the response she was looking for, and Cassandra awoke with a gasp. She looked around the room before falling on Victoria, who stood menacingly, staring down at her; well, she looked more at Victoria's cock than her person, the monstrosity bobbing and belching baby batter between them.

"Bout time slut. You're gonna get fucked again, but I want you to get her ready for me."

"R-ready? Wh-who?" Cassandra mumbled out in confusion, not seeing anyone else in the room. Victoria rolled her eyes and reached behind her balls. With a quick movement, she grabbed the doctor by the hair, pulled her off her balls, and threw her next to the nurse. Cassandra gasped as the doctor landed next to her. Not only was the doctor here, naked, and also apparently being enslaved to this futa's cock, but she was a futa herself. Her cock bounced next to the nurse as she landed, the head of it brushing up against her immense tits. Had this been any other day, Cassandra would have drooled at the sight of the large appendage attached to the doctor she had worked with for months now, and would have tried to hop on it as quick as she could, but with the current situation, it was practically an afterthought for her.

Before she could say anything, her hips were grabbed by Victoria and she was flung back onto her hands and knees. She couldn't even get her bearings before the futa began to force her cock back into her ruined snatch. She moaned loudly at this penetration, her cunt once again tightening around the impossible invader and squirting wildly. Samantha looked on in a mix of horror and arousal; this kind of penetration should have been nigh impossible. As Victoria fucked her cock back into the overdeveloped nurse once more, she turned to the gawking doctor.

"Get in front of the nurse. Legs spread. Now."

Nodding in confirmation, Samantha scrambled to get in front of the moaning nurse. She sat down, legs spread, her large cock bobbing in front of the nurse's face. What did Victoria have in mind? Was she gonna have Cassandra suck her dick to lube it up? Was she gonna fuck this domineering futanari? The questions raced through her head as she watched Victoria plow into Cassandra, precum leaking from her cock as she watched the arousing scene. Nothing new happened for several minutes, just Samantha staring dumbly at the pair. Finally, Victoria changed her movements: she pulled her cock nearly all the way out and landed a loud slap on the nurse's bouncing posterior.

"I said get her ready for me you dumb whore!" Victoria roared, "get those hands and mouth working on her cunt or I'll never fuck you again!"

This threat seemed to snap Cassandra out of her fucked stupor and her head snapped up towards the doctor's spread legs. Leaning forward, she used one hand to push Samantha's large balls up and began to lick furiously at her dripping pussy. The doctor got the message now, she knew what was gonna happen to her. She would not be doing the fucking. Deciding to help Cassandra, and possibly spare herself some kind of punishment, she lifted her balls and cock out of the way for the nurse in order to give herself better access. With her hand now free, Cassandra used it to start to finger the doctor's wet cunt, causing her to moan from the ministrations.

Victoria resumed her fucking as her sex slaves obeyed her orders. She pounded her cock into the buxom nurse, pacing herself for two reasons: the first was that she needed the nurse to be conscious enough to prep the doctor for her, and secondly, she didn't want to accidentally cum just yet. The futa watched as the nurse forced more fingers into the doctor's vagina and continued to lick furiously. Those fingers became a fist, much like Victoria had done to her, and she moved her licking to Samantha's cock, wanting to please her boss as well. After several minutes of this, Victoria decided they were all ready.

Pulling out of the nurse, Victoria took a step forward, walking over the nurse. She bent over, her cock slapping the doctor, who, up until then, had been lost in pleasure, and grabbed her by her armpits. Lifting her up, she forced her to her feet and pushed her backwards towards the counter. As Samantha's back hit the counter, dazed from the quick change of events, Victoria bent down and grabbed her under her knees this time. Using her incredible strength, the futa lifted the other futa up, and sat her fat ass on the counter, her mix of genitalia hanging off the edge. Now it was her turn.

"Get over here slut and hold my cock up!"

Yelling this at the nurse, who watched from her position on her hands and knees. Cassandra got up as quick as she could, her sloshing, filled stomach causing her to almost lose her balance; luckily, Cassandra was used to having weighty parts of her sway wildly when she moved. The jiggling nurse ran over as quick as she could and placed her hands on the demonic appendage, and lifted it, pointing it towards the doctor's waiting cunt. Victoria, still holding the doctor's legs, pressed her glans against Samantha's still too-small looking cunt, and pressed her hips forward while simultaneously dragging the doctor forward.

Samantha was practically hyperventilating. She looked down past her own huge cock at the giant meat pole that was currently trying to make its way into her body. Grunting, her whole body felt like it was straining in order to accept the massive head currently trying to invade her being. Victoria was also grunting, her arms and legs flexing as she pushed and pulled with different parts of her body. She might've underestimated what it would take to fuck this inferior futa. As she thought this, her cock miraculously forced its way in, tunneling its way into the doctor's depths. Samantha screamed, Victoria laughed triumphantly, and Cassandra stared in amazement.

A bulge in Dr. Daley's torso was immediately formed. Victoria's cockhead was large enough to dent her skin all by itself. But it wasn't stopping there. Wasting no time, Victoria began to fuck herself into the doctor, not bothering to go slow. She shredded through her cervix in mere minutes and ripped into her womb, the bulge in the doctor's body moved higher and higher as she screamed in a mix of pain and otherworldly pleasure. Her cock was now steadily leaking precum, although it was nowhere near the amount that was currently streaming into her. Cassandra continued to hold on the cock, practically massaging it, doing anything she could to please her futa goddess.

Turning her head towards the nurse, she grabbed her hair and forced her head down to her cock. Without being told to, the nurse began to lick along the length of the unsheathed shaft and rubbed her bountiful breasts against the rest of it. This only encouraged Victoria to fuck harder, and she really began to piston her hips powerfully. Samantha's body had finally had enough, and her cunt and cock simultaneously orgasmed at the same time. Her cunt spouted off like a geyser, covering Victoria's cock and Cassandra's face. At the same time, her cock began to spray its own cum, and due to the position she was in, it sprayed directly into her face. Her orgasm lasted nearly 20 seconds, and her face and breasts were completely criss-crossed with ropes of slimy semen. It was an amount that would have been impressive to anyone. Anyone, except Victoria.

"Is that all you got in those tiny balls of yours?!" Victoria questioned as she laughed, "how about I show you a real orgasm."

With that, Victoria grunted loudly once more, having reached her limits. Her cock thickened and lengthened a hair more, and her balls trembled in her sack. Cassandra moaned loudly as she could feel the cum rocket up the futa's urethra, which her tits were currently pressed into. Samantha's stomach was instantly inflated like she had just swallowed a volleyball. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out at the sight. Her stomach continued to swell, looking like she was 12 months pregnant with triplets. It pressed her breasts up and her cock down and began to sag over her sides before Victoria decided she was at her limit. She apparently wasn't as elastic as the nurse, which was predictable yet disappointing.

Victoria unceremoniously ripped her cock out of the doctor's cunt, which was followed by a large spattering of pussy juice, and swung it to the side. The force of this movement sent the nurse sprawling onto the floor once more. Before she could even look up, she was hit by a blast of cum directly in her face. The stream got more intense as Victoria moved closer to her, her entire body being recovered in a layer of white. The futa leaned down and grabbed the nurse by her short brown hair and lifted her to her cock. During a brief pause between one stream ending and another starting, Victoria forced the nurse's mouth onto her urethra. As soon as her lips attached to the cum dispensing hole, Victoria's stream continued and sprayed directly into Cassandra's maw.

If Victoria hadn't been holding her head down, it would've blasted back off her urethra; but, Victoria flexed her muscular physique and held the nurse's head against her lower head, unmoving. Cassandra did her best to swallow, but the cum was being released just too quickly for her. Cum sprayed from her nose and the corners of her mouth once more, and layers of leaked cum piled on her tits once more. Victoria held her there until her face started to turn blue and her stomach inflated to nearly cover her knees. Deciding she had enough, she loosened her grip and just as she knew would happen, Cassandra's head flew back and her body hit the ground.

Victoria sprayed her down once more before turning back once again to the unconscious doctor sitting on the counter. With a single stream, she completely drenched her and replaced her own, pathetic cumshot that had once covered her body. It was washed away immediately by Victoria's much more prodigious, virile load. Victoria made sure to coat the doctor's cock in her superior seed, laughing as she did. After she had her fun, she let her cock spray wherever it pleased, although she did take a minute to make sure the doctor's nice clothes were completely hidden beneath a layer of sperm. After this multi-minute orgasm ended, Victoria looked at the 2 sexually comatose medical professionals.

"I wonder who else I can have fun with," she said to herself as she gave her cock a loving pat, causing it to belch some residual cum onto the floor, "because I'm not even close to done yet."

Chapter 4: Victoria meets some MILFs

Summary:

A pair of women show up at Victoria's door, and their day takes an unexpected turn.

Notes:

Hello all! First story of the New Year! Decided to kick it off with a return to everyone's favorite futa, Victoria! Nothing new to note in this chapter, although there is a small ntr-esque scene, but its not a major theme of the chapter. Did some more fun worldbuilding and story-connecting.

As always, thank you for reading! Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

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Chapter Text

Towering skyscrapers reached towards the heavens, shading everything below. A cacophony of honking horns and screeching rubber on asphalt filled the streets. The occasional passing roar of a train temporarily deafened this urban dissonance, slipping through the racket as quickly as it appeared. The quietest discord of all belonged to the hundreds of people who walked along the sidewalks, almost all talking loudly into the rectangular boxes held up to their faces, while others chose for the more convenient hands-free approach. Slamming doors, clattering metal, and barely audible music added a recognizable backdrop to this everyday scene.

Just another day in the big city.

There was one building that didn't stand out at all, blending into the background of equally drab, soaring concrete monoliths that helped ruin the skyline. It was as nondescript as a building of its kind could get; no gaudy, stylized sign signified its purpose, no security guards manned the front entrance, and no abstract artistic pieces or well-maintained fountains littered its courtyard - hell, it didn't even have a courtyard for that matter. It was so ordinary it was almost out of the ordinary to anyone paying attention, but no one did. Any regular bystander would just assume it belonged to any of the other big corporate outfits that called the city home, or that it was a collection of office spaces, each floor owned by one subsidiary or another.

Jutting out of the side of the building was a parking garage, another usual addition that many of the other offices possessed. This was the only place manned by a security guard, at least outside of the building, and the non-descript rent-a-cop waved a car through as the metal pole blocking its exit lifted. Pulling out of this entirely average establishment was a plain white van. No markings or signifiers of any kind decorated its exterior, and it didn't possess any outstanding features. It turned out towards the street, stopping at the intersection, waiting; waiting for quite awhile from the regular congestion the city suffered from. The first sign of an opening was taken, and the van pulled into the street, lining up with the rest of the unrelated fleet of vehicles trying to get to their destination.

Inside the heavily tinted windows sat 2 men, both dressed in the same uniform. Full body white suits covered them nearly top to bottom; only their heads and feet being spared from the tight material. The suits tucked into the pairs of matching heavy rubber boots that they both wore, and the necklines gave way to zippered hoods. The driver was clearly the older of the pair, specks of gray flecked his otherwise cropped, deep black hair. His well-kept beard was much the same, and the lines around his eyes only added to his aged look. His companion was clearly much younger; baby-faced, cleanly shaven, and a full, vibrant set of ginger hair that was hung softly against his ears gave him the youthful appearance of a boy barely belonging to adulthood.

The white suits they wore were not a bleached version of the ones seen on the many business men and women who walked by their barely mobile van. These suits were of an entirely different make. Clearly made of a strong plastic or rubber material, the suits dully shone in the sunlight and crinkled with every movement. They clung to the men's skin tightly, leaving room for little else but the appendages within. The pair looked much more suited to be entering a nuclear reactor than walking down Wall Street.

"You're gonna wanna turn up here," the younger man spoke, flipping through a pile of papers on his lap, "need to get on the freeway, looks like it's farther out of the city."

"Ok," the driver grunted, his steely blue eyes never leaving the road, "does it say where we're going exactly?"

"Uh yeah," the green eyed ginger responded, shuffling through the papers, "looks like a place called Muddy Creek Apartments."

"I know the place."

The pair sat in silence once again, the short exchange having fulfilled its purpose. Still shuffling through the papers, the younger man's eyes scanned over every piece of information available, studying the small amount of information they were given. Having already read through them several times, he slapped the pile back down against his lap and stared out of the window. Scenes of the bustling city soon gave way as the van merged onto the freeway, speeding towards their destination. Skyscrapers became restaurants and stores, the hint of suburbia peeking its head out. The junior of the pair was soon broken out of his trance by a question.

"Does it say when it happened?"

"Uh, hold on," he replied, jumbling through the papers once again, "it says the last tenant moved out a month ago and then… the first crew got there a week after that before it was passed onto us, and that was over 2 weeks ago."

"Damn, so over a month then. Good thing we brought the scrapers."

"Think we'll need em?"

"Yeah," the older man grunted, "anything that sits for a month like that is gonna dry and crust over."

'Ugh, I wish they would've gotten us on it sooner!" the younger man complained.

"I do too, but you can't blame em. Holiday season and all that, most people were on vacation."

"Yeah I guess," the fiery-haired man sighed, quietly staring back out of the window for several minutes before turning to his partner, "Mr. Davis, can I ask you a question?"

"Call me Greg," the older man replied in a familiar tone, "but yeah go ahead."

"You've been doing this for awhile haven't you? I mean I know I just started working here but this job is hard. I can't imagine doing it for as long as you have!"

"You're not wrong Jimmy!" the man laughed, his face lighting up at his younger companions statement, "I've been doing this for over 20 years, pretty much since the company started. And yeah, it is hard, but it more than pays the bills."

"20 years!? And you're still going out on jobs? I thought you would have moved up by now, doing desk work or something," Jimmy said, before quickly adding, "Uh, sorry that was rude of me Mr. Davis."

"Call me Greg," the older man reminded, "and I have moved up in the company!"

"What do you mean?"

"I get paid a lot more than you think, a lot more," Greg replied, emphasizing the last words, "the boss pays me quite a bit to keep going out on jobs."

"Wait really?" Jimmy asked incredulously, "why!?"

"Because I invented half the techniques we use. I may not be as fast as I once was, but I'm just as thorough and good at what I do. Besides, I take care of a lot of paperwork and go out to lead training seminars and things like that."

"Also," he said, pausing between words, "I do all the special jobs. Been flown out to a lot of places let me tell you!"

"Wow!" Jimmy replied with genuine shock on his face, "so you must be like, really high up in the company?"

"Hmmm," the older man hummed to himself, "not many higher than me."

Silence once again filled the van. Jimmy stared back out of the window, trying to process all the information that had been so casually imparted upon him. He almost wished he hadn't learned anything. Here he was, barely 6 months into the job, and he was working with someone who was only a few positions away from the CEO!? At least that's the conclusion he had drawn himself. Oh god, he even insulted him. He was so stupid…

"Jimmy," Greg started, breaking the silence, "been awhile since I've been out here. Is it this street or the next over?"

"Uh," Jimmy shifted through the papers, his hands shaking, "th-the next one."

"Thank you."

"Hey Mr- uh, Greg," Jimmy said looking over at the man who was probably his boss's boss's boss's boss, "have you ever met one?"

"Oh plenty, more than most probably. Comes with the territory."

"That makes sense… I don't think I have."

"Oh you have." Greg mentioned, a smile creeping onto his lips.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Jimmy asked, his green eyes and ginger brows furrowing in confusion.

"Well, you've met the boss right?"

"Yeah, at the Christmas party I think."

"Well there you go."

"Wait, Ms-"

"Yep."

"How do you know that?" Jimmy questioned, his eyebrow raising.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Greg scolded, turning to look at his younger companion, "when you've worked with her as long as I have, not much becomes private. Not like she hides it or anything - she just doesn't wear a badge announcing it to the world. Besides, why do you think she started this company?"

"What do you mean?"

"Company originally started selling the products we use, not using them ourselves. That's why I was hired in the first place - I have a background in chemistry. But it wasn't making much money. We had a few regular wholesale buyers, but not enough to turn a profit, and the products themselves weren't selling at the retail level. Turned out what people wanted was for people to do the work for them. So after a couple years, the company changed its focus and here we are!"

"Wow. I had no idea. So you like, have a degree and everything? And you created the stuff we use?"

"Just a B.S. but yeah, I have a degree. Was just a couple years outta college when I answered an ad in the paper. And no, none of the stuff we use I invented, at least not anymore. Been all improved on and everything by the full time chemists. But yeah, you can see the boss had a personal interest in the products, and used to test them herself, and look where it got her! Billion dollar company with branches all over the world!"

Greg smiled at this last statement like he was proud; and why wouldn't he be? He was one of the few who stuck around from the start, and he had been rewarded in spades for his loyalty. The boss had always asked him for his council on many matters, even 20 years later. Any subject she thought was important was brought to his attention, from asking him if he could fly out to Dubai for a special job, to if the new product the lab came up with was worth investing in. The older man didn't have much ego - he'd spent enough time in the field to remove any of that, but still he was proud.

"Looks like we're here," Greg muttered, pulling into the complex before speaking up, "know which apartment it is?"

"Yeah, 404 looks like, probably towards the back."

Slowing down, Greg drove the van around the many buildings that littered the complex, squinting as he tried to find the correct door. Jimmy followed suit, looking down at his papers occasionally as if he were cramming for a test. Finally, they spotted a row of doors marked in the range of numbers they were looking for. Greg pulled up the nearest parking space and stopped the car, killing the engine. Sitting in silence for a second, the older man turned towards Jimmy.

"So, what's the first thing we need to do?"

"Oh, uh, get out the cones and tape and stuff and mark off the front of the building!"

"Good, good," Greg said, clapping his younger companion on the shoulder, the glove attached to his suit crinkling loudly against the rubbery material, "always the first step. It usually doesn't happen but people get curious. Lots of busybodies who want to stick their nose in anything they can out there."

Jimmy laughed and the pair got out of the car. Taking a moment to stretch, Greg pressed his hands against his back and looked up, groaning; maybe he was getting old. Rotating his shoulders he trudged over to the back of the van, fumbling with the keys in his large gloved hands. Clumsily due to the slippery material his suit was made of, he flipped through the jangling metal until he landed on the right one. Jimmy was standing in front of the back doors of the vehicle, staring absently. Leaning over, Greg inserted the key and opened the doors, revealing the contents of the van to the world.

At the very front were the aforementioned stacks of cones and rolls of 'Caution' tape, sitting close to the edge right next to a pair of gas masks. Behind them was where the real instruments of their work were kept. Numerous well-labeled barrels, industrial-strength cleaning implements, and other assorted tools and machinery filled the majority of the van to its very brim, several items pushing roughly up against the dividing wall that separated the front. Almost in unison, the pair reached forward and grabbed the gas masks, throwing them around their necks but not covering their faces - not yet anyway. Once the masks were secured, hanging limply against their chests, they both grabbed a roll of tape and a stack of cones each; it was time to get to work.

Walking around the van, the pair moved towards the apartment but stopped at the beginning of the sidewalk. Taking a side each, they placed the cones, and then wrapped the tape between them creating a barrier and a clear warning for anyone walking this way. They moved closer to the front door, placing cones and tape as they went; the message needed to be clear as possible: Do. Not. Enter. Once the area was sufficiently cordoned off, the suited-gentleman moved back towards the van, carrying the leftover items.

"Greg, I got another question."

"Ask away," the man replied, placing rummaging through the back of the van, "better to ask now then when we're actually working."

"If the company has done so well, and the boss is pretty successful, why don't I see much about her? Like on the news and the internet and stuff?"

"Ah, yeah, well I guess she likes to keep a low profile, ya know?" Greg asked rhetorically, pulling out a couple large flashlights from the back of the van, "the company is a pretty private one. I mean how many people do you know that know about it?"

"I guess you have a point," Jimmy replied, taking one of the flashlights from Greg, "but still. I just never see her on any lists or anything."

"Well a lot of people don't like to publicize that they've used our services. We do a lot of government contracts, both above and below the table, if you get what I'm saying. But yeah, I know what you mean. The boss likes her anonymity though."

"I get it, especially when she's a… yeah."

"Don't get me wrong," Greg continued as the pair moved back towards the house, walking through the blockades they had set up, "she does a lot for charity and allocates funding to companies and groups that do research related to our work. Hell, I'm pretty sure she's sponsoring a project in some hospital in the city right now. Not sure what it's about but - wait, stop."

Jimmy stopped suddenly, nearly dropping his flashlight. Greg lifted his free hand and pointed a gloved finger towards the door. His finger was pointed low, and Jimmy could immediately see why. Covering the ground of the entryway was an inch thick layer of a thick white substance. It completely painted the cement and had soaked into a ruined welcome mat, diluting its previous color to such an extent that neither of the men could have guessed what it was previously. With a practiced eye, Greg gave the door a once over, noticing the same white sludge was caked around cracks in the door as well.

"Jesus it's just like the-"

"Thanksgiving job, yeah." Greg finished for him, "this looks like it's just as bad."

"Fuck that one took us over a week!"

"Yeah and this one isn't as fresh, we can't just use the pumps this time."

"Fuck." the ginger repeated.

"Put on your mask, definitely gonna need it for this one."

Nodding, Jimmy raised it with his free hand and secured it around his face. Following suit, Greg did the same, and both of the men zipped up their hoods in unison. Now they were completely covered, head to toe, not an inch of skin showing. Greg looked over at Jimmy and gave him a nod before moving forward, stepping carefully. Greg put a cautious hand forward and twisted the knob, the door swinging open slowly. The sun shone behind them, illuminating the entrance; however, as far as the pair could see, the rest of the apartment was dark as pitch.

Greg was the first to step inside, turning on his flashlight. He stopped at the threshold, and flashed the torch around, running it over the walls. Christ alive, everything was covered! That same dense white substance stained nearly every surface, leaving dried streaks and splatters wherever the eye could see. Looking down, the floor had suffered even worse; the carpet was disgustingly crusty, and as Greg took an evaluative step forward, his boot made an audible crunch when it impacted the ground.

He flashed his light over a wall adjacent to the door and realized just why this place was so dark. At first glance, it looked like just another section of the entry that had been completely plastered, but the tiniest glint from his flashlight revealed its true nature; this was actually a window that had received the same treatment as the rest of the room. The dried liquid had crusted over it so thoroughly that no light was able to pierce through, blocking any illumination from reaching the room. Greg guessed that most of the windows in this place had suffered the same fate, intentionally or not.

Running his light over the wall, he found the switch he was looking for and flipped it; well, he tried to flip it, unexpectedly finding himself having to use some degree of force to move the nub upward. Once it flipped, nothing happened - which Greg did expect. The apartment management probably cut the power after the last tenants moved out, and, as the suited man flashed his light towards the ceiling, he wouldn't be surprised if the lights didn't work anyway. Shaking his head, he stepped further in the apartment to survey the damage.

As the older of the pair moved forward into the depths of the darkness, the younger one followed suit, turning on his own flashlight as he went. The pair scanned everything around them, keeping a mental tally of every tool they would need to use, and trying to guesstimate just how long this job would take them. Once they entered the living room, they saw the true destruction that had been left behind. Broken chairs, splintered tables, a couch that had been completely torn apart, its leg bent and twisted. There were heavy dents in the wall, cracks in the ceiling, and the floor was littered with broken glass and other random objects. Above all though, the entire room was engulfed in white, like a bomb in a paint can had gone off in the center of the room.

"Fuck, what the hell happened here!?"

"This looks like a lot of damage over time," Greg explained, "this probably happened over weeks or months. Can't know for sure, but maybe the tenant was one, although I doubt it."

"Why couldn't the person living here be one?" Jimmy asked, still looking wildly around the room, his eyes bulging beneath his mask.

"Well, they could've been, but it's not likely. Most places don't like to rent to 'em, at least not knowingly. Raises the insurance rates if they do. Hard to confirm or deny that kind of thing though, so places like this just have to take their word for it. Still, it can be pretty easy to tell, especially once they start living here…"

Jimmy didn't ask anything else, clearly getting the idea. He moved further into the living room stepping over a cracked, detached chair leg that was haphazardly lying several feet away from the closest chair. He moved around the couch, careful not to step onto one of the misplaced cushions. As he ran his flashlight around the ground, more objects came into clarity, most of which seemed to be discarded clothes. Torn shirts and ripped pants, a quite large bra and even what looked like boxers. All were stuck to the floor and mostly covered white, much like everything else they had seen.

"Definitely gonna have to call the disposal guys when we're done, I'm sure they'll be thrilled!" Greg joked as he moved in the opposite direction, heading towards the kitchen.

After seeing the living room, the kitchen was no shock. Cupboard doors hanging off the hinges, cracked counters, a completely filled sink… nothing was spared. Greg took another step, and heard a crinkle, his foot crushing something unintentionally. Lifting it up, he expected to see just another particularly thickly layered coating, but instead found a now-smashed empty water bottle. Shining his light downward revealed that the entire kitchen floor was covered with empty bottles of all sizes, the plastic remnants strewn aimlessly. That was new. Making a face under his mask, he gave the kitchen another once over, finding everything to be as he expected. Everything except one thing.

Oddly enough, the fridge looked completely untouched.

"Oh fuck yeah that's a tight ass!" Victoria yelled, laying a harsh slap across the bouncing rear, "you were born to take dick, cuck boy!"

The domineering futa pounded her hips harshly, sawing her enormous bitch breaker in and out of the jiggling ass in front of her. Despite the fact that there was a clear bulge running from the young man's stomach nearly all the way to his throat, a perfect outline of the awesome appendage currently destroying him, over a foot and a half of cock thicker than a 2 liter bottle still jutted from his stretched ass. The dark haired futanari continued to thrust furiously, sending what felt like miles of impossible cock rocketing through him with every pump of her hips. Her slaps on his ass got harsher and her thrusting got faster, leaving deep red handprints across his skin.

Behind the rutting pair was a girl who looked like she was currently more cum than person. She lay up against the wall in the bare-bones room, her stomach hanging gravid-looking in front of her. It touched the floor, pushing her thin thighs far apart as a puddle of thick cum seeped from below it. Her head hung limpy against her shoulder, nearly touching her huge tits which were pushed almost to her chin by her over inflated stomach. Through heavily-lidded eyes she watched the insane fucking in front of her, her eyes mostly focused on the well-built futanari's bulbous testicles, which bounced against the ground with an audible thud from ever thrust of her powerful hips.

With a grunt, Victoria stopped her thrusting. Her well-muscled legs flexed, as did her abs, which became more defined as her whole body tensed. Gritting her teeth, she looked down at where her cock met Dylan's fuckhole, currently stretching it to an unrecoverable width. Her cock strained with the rest of her body, tensing as it added extra, unneeded girth to its already prodigal size. Her balls audibly gurgled, and the long cumtube under her cock bulged as it began to deliver its payload. It was time to fill this bitch up!

As the first blast of cum shot up her cock, her massive meat flexed, ripping Dylan from his bent over position on the ground and holding him up in air, his limbs flailing hopelessly. Her cockhead flared inside of his body, pushing the skin around his chest out even more; then, it was gone. In its place was what looked like a large bubble, followed by another, and then another. The bubbles formed like someone had dropped bowling balls under the young man's skin, and soon they gave way to an unrelenting stream. Dylan's stomach blew up in seconds, completely hiding the meaty hose responsible for his expansion.

Victoria grunted through her orgasm, holding her little fucktoy tightly enough that her biceps bulged and her strong hands were sure to leave bruises. She watched as his stomach hung lower and lower, nearly touching the ground. At the same time, small streams of cum began to leak out of the sides of his obscenely stretched backdoor, trailing down Victoria's mighty cock and boulder-sized balls. Barely conscious through the end of this frenzied fucking, Dylan's eyes shot open, and so did his mouth; a fountain of semen followed, drenching the ground in front of him. Victoria continued to release inside of him until the pressure and weight became too much, and Dylan slid off her cock as it began to sag towards the ground.

The streams of cum jettisoning from both ends of the overfilled boy paled in comparison to the geyser still firing from Victoria's cavernous cum slit. Her cock hadn't stopped unloading the entire time, still on its first salvo. As Dylan hit the floor, his bean bag sized belly cushioning his fall, Victoria's cock bucked, sending its load careening around the room. When her thick load hit the wall, it impacted with more of a thud than a splat. Her insane semen was so virile, so dense, that it was more like a sludge-like paste than the watery loads the average person released; but Victoria was far from average.

Every time her seed hit something, it was like someone had dumped a barrel of glue on it, her thick cum sticking to the surface, unmoving. Before she could get her rampaging beast under control, it covered the wall across from her, relayering it in her essence like she did many times every day. Trying to point her cock down, it sprayed the large bed against the far wall, the only piece of furniture in the room, and soaked it's sheets thoroughly. Finally getting control of it, she aimed it's angry, pulsing head at Dylan, and completely covered him, not sparing an inch of his pale skin. She let her mighty cum cannon bathe him until he was unrecognizable, before turning on her heels to face the girl behind her.

Jessica's eyes barely managed to focus on the scene in front of her, looking up lazily right as Victoria's massive fuckstick fired directly at her. She didn't even have time to react before her face was hit, the impact sending her head jerking backward, her suddenly-soaked hair splatting against the wall behind her. Her body was quickly hosed down as well, the semen covering her bloated figure that had been failing to dry replaced by a much more fresh load. One particularly powerful shot collided with her stomach, sending the cum already filling her womb to shoot out from under her the mass of bloated flesh. The overfucked blonde gasped from under her facemask of virile nectar, her body shaking as just the act of being painted in the futa's seed being enough to send her into a mind blowing orgasm.

With both hands still wrapped around her fuckstick Victoria whipped around, her cock belching a slimy trail along the wall, and pointed it down at Dylan once more. His twitching body was still rapidly expelling cum from his gaping anus, slowly draining his stomach. With a well-aimed shot, Victoria sent another wave of deep white sludge directly into his hole, pushing the cum right back into his body. This caused Dylan to gasp and choke, another bucket's worth of spunk gushing from his mouth. Victoria turned back to Jessica and repeated the act, switching back and forth until her orgasm had finally diminished.

"Guess it's your turn now slut!" Victoria sneered looking down at Jessica, stroking her cock that hadn't lost a bit of its steely hardness, "get over onto the bed!"

Her command was only met with silence; indeed the entire room was completely silent. Only the low gurgling of cum, both from Victoria's enormous cum factories, which lay heavily against the tiled floor, and from the bodies of each of her playthings filled the air. Victoria's features were quickly twisting from a kind of cocky lust, to one of pure annoyance. Jessica was completely unconscious, her head lolled to the side, bubbles of spit and cum running down her chin. Turning back to Dylan, Victoria observed his similar state of over-fucked-ness. He had fallen over onto his side, and his eyes were rolled into the back of his head, his whole body limp - well his whole body except for his pathetic penis, which twitched against his rotund stomach, dribbles of his own miniscule orgasm leaking from his tip.

The once-happy couple were completely out cold.

"Well fuck," Victoria muttered, gritting her teeth together. They were getting worse. Somehow, despite the fact that they had taken her cock nearly every day for weeks now, they were tiring out and becoming unable to satiate her monstrous lust even quicker than before! Losing her temper, Victoria stomped over and gave Dylan a swift kick to the stomach, causing new torrents of seed to spill from both ends. She glared down at his writhing form, her hands balled into tight fists. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, her cold eyes closing tight and her hands unclenching. Without a word, she walked out of the bedroom, the one she used exclusively for fucking, and slammed the door behind her.

Unfortunately for the futa, her cock still waved in front of her, hard as ever and swaying back and forth as she stood outside the door. Knowing she would need to calm herself, at least momentarily, she stalked over to the bathroom, balls sloshing against the ground. Maneuvering around her cock, the furious futa threw the door open, a loud slam reverberating through the apartment. Charging in, Victoria kicked open the lid and seat of the toilet, before plunging her cock downward. The giant glans nearly filled the entire bowl, and Victoria was practically pushed into the wall opposite of the toilet, her cock needing all the room it could get. Flexing her muscled abs, Victoria let out a strained grunt as her unnaturally wide urethra opened up, and a stream of off-white precum sprayed into the water.

This stream did not stop. It rapidly filled the toilet bowl, diluting and displacing the water. The thick pearly liquid rose higher and higher, and quickly began to cover the tip of Victoria's lower head. Tearing a hand away from her beastial member, she leaned over and flushed the toilet. The steaming hot seed bubbled and swirled around her member, before slowly draining. Due to Victoria's unrelenting output, the cum barely dipped below her tip before it began to rise once more. The whole process had to be repeated several times, the toilet getting dangerously close to overflowing several times, before her member finally began to calm down, losing its hardness and sagging between her fingers.

Sighing loudly, Victoria leaned against the wall, her wet cockhead slapping against the floor. Thrusting an arm out, she grabbed a towel off the rack next to her and brought it to her body, wiping away the numerous strands of her own virility off of her chest and genitals. Dropping the towel, she made her way out of the bathroom, her cock dragging behind her while her balls, which still hadn't fully gone back to their pre-aroused state, slapped heavily against her shins. She made her way to the living room, still completely nude, and sat down on the leather sofa. Looking up at the ceiling, she sighed; what was going on with her?

Leaning forward, she grabbed a gallon jug and her phone, having left both on the coffee table before having her fun. Tipping the rim of the jug to her lips, she greedily swallowed the cold water inside, her throat working rapidly to swallow its contents. In seconds she had drained the entire thing and tossed the empty jug back on the table. Laying against the cushion behind her, she scrolled through her phone, her eyes skimming over the numerous messages that covered her screen. Texts, messages on social media sites, notifications from dating apps - they were all the same. All from people who wanted to be fucked again, or for the first time, having heard from others about her prowess. The thought would normally make her smile, inflating her already enormous ego, and on any other day she would've taken advantage of one of these booty calls, but not today. She didn't feel like it.

Setting her phone next to her, Victoria laid her head back and closed her eyes. When was the last time someone wanted to hang out with her, just to hang out? Hell, when was the last time she wanted to just hang out with someone, no strings attached? As soon as she got her dick into someone, they were addicted, and only thought of her as a walking life-support system for her genitals, but she guessed she felt the same way about them. Once they got like that, she stopped looking at them like a person… and it was only getting worse. In the past few months she had become a machine, and found herself unable to think of much of anything except getting off. And even getting herself off was becoming harder. Victoria wasn't sure she liked this change to her personality, especially considering she had been growing quicker to anger in her impatience to satiate her bottomless lust.

A small section of her brain whispered fantasies of normalcy into her subconscious, teasing her with the life a part of her craved as her mind drifted into darkness...

The two men were hard at work. It had been over an hour since they arrived at the apartment, and they had only just started really cleaning the place up. This kind of work took time - just walking around the ruined unit to take full stock of the damages took nearly half an hour. Then they had to get all the tools necessary: scrapers, waste barrels, mops, the works. All industrial grade, of course. And that was only the beginning.

Greg had sent his young understudy deeper into the house to get him started on clearing the living room, while he stayed to work on the entrance. He had finished up the outside entrance, finding that the recent cold weather had helped loosen up the crusted mess that covered the pavement. It had still taken him several minutes of scraping and pulling just to get the mat loosened, and it left a distinct clean outline of where it had been stuck, unmoving for weeks. Greg had disposed of it in one of the many large waste barrels they had dragged to the front, ones that would be filled and empty numerous times before the job was done.

Currently, the older of the pair was in the entryway, scraping against the wall with a long metal implement in his hand. It looked like a mix of a broom and an ice scraper, although the material was made of a much sturdier metal. He felt like he was reverse painting the wall, crumbling sheets of white falling onto the ground as he worked, which revealed the actual wall, now moldy and stained yellow. Whenever he got a large pile going he grabbed a shovel from his pile of tools and dumped the excess into the same barrel he had deposited the 'Welcome' mat into. This would be the routine for the next few days as the pair cleaned room by room, scraping and removing as much as they could before moving onto much more chemically-inclined methods.

Placing his long-handled scraper against the wall, Greg dug into the pants of his suit and brought out his phone to quickly check the time - it was approaching their lunch period. Greg took a minute to check his email, making sure nothing came up for work, not that he'd be able to just abandon a job like this. Not many in this city's branch were as good at this as he was, and he had the company's reputation to uphold. Greg let out a muffled sigh from under his mask and leaned against one of the cleaned sections of the wall. Maybe it was his age speaking, but he was hungry now, and he could use a break. Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he trudged back into the dark abyss of the apartment.

Just as Greg was about to check on how his younger companion was doing, he heard noises coming from outside. He stopped for a moment to listen, having already begun turning the corner into the living room: it sounded like multiple women judging by the voices and the sound of… heels? Yeah, that was definitely the sound of heels clicking on pavement; probably just some local housewives with too much time on their hands. The older man was going to ignore the commotion and get on with his break, before he heard the telltale sign of cones being moved and tape ripping. Shit.

"Someone out there?" the suited ginger asked, popping his head around the corner of the entryway.

"Yeah sounds like a couple bored women, I'll get em to leave. You keep working, we'll grab lunch soon."

Jimmy nodded at Greg before both turned around, making their way in and out of the apartment, respectively. Stepping out of the door, Greg was glad that the gas mask blocked the harsh rays of the sun from hitting his eyes, giving him a clear view of the unwelcome intruders. He had been right, it was women - a pair of them, in fact. Both were dressed in heels, leggings and skimpy tops, all while being decorated in expensive-looking jewelry - and that wasn't the only expensive thing about them. Damn, they looked as plastic as his suit was! Greg was starting to wonder if one of the guys at the company was playing a prank on him, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Ladies," Greg started, removing his mask now that he was far enough outside the building for it to be safe, his eyes squinting as the first gleam of light hit his face, "I'm gonna have to ask you to stay behind the cones, please."

"Um, like what's going on here?" the taller of the pair, although that wasn't saying much, asked, snapping a piece of gum between her teeth and twirling a long strand of platinum blonde hair between her fingers as she spoke.

"Well," Greg smoothed out his salt-and-pepper hair, rubbing the sweat from it as he took in the woman speaking to him, his eyes drifting south - those tits were definitely fake, "seems like there was a gas leak in this unit, possibly some issues with the radiator."

"Like oh my god!" the shorter one interjected, her almost comically inflated, painted-pink lips gaping in shock, "what about the girl who lives here!?"

"Yeah what about my little Jessica!?" the busty woman cried, her large blue eyes showing general panic and worry, something that surprised Greg. Maybe he had been too judgmental, these women were obviously distraught about something.

"Don't worry ladies, no one has lived here for over a month now, I believe. So nobody has been affected by the leakage."

"Oh thank god!" she replied, in between clicks of gum, her hand pressing above her large expanse of deeply tanned cleavage dramatically, "do you know, like, where they are?"

"No ma'am, I'm sorry I don't." Greg replied, doing his best to maintain eye contact, eyes shifting upward, "we're just here to fix the problem."

"Sandra! They're like, probably at Dylan's!"

"Oh my god you're probably right Linda! My little girl is growing up so fast! Living with her first boyfriend and everything!"

"Well…" Greg trailed off, staying silent for a moment as he stared at the two women fully engaged in conversation, "Ladies, I need to get back to work, can I help you with anything else?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry," the taller one, Sandra apologized, turning back towards the man, "we like, won't keep you any longer!"

"Yeah, we shouldn't keep such a strong man from his work," Linda purred, giving Greg a sly wink, "like, keep up the good work!"

Greg gave them a wave as they turned around and walked away, his eyebrow lifting at that last exchange. Waiting for a moment until they actually left, the older man found his eyes wandering downward, his attention immediately drawn to Linda's ass, which looked like someone had shoved two pumpkins into a pair of spandex; the stretched fabric looked like it was ready to tear at any moment. Good lord. Greg's ears perked up, drawing his attention away from the bouncing rear, as he heard phrases like 'cute' 'slut' and 'married' accompanied by high-pitched giggling - were they talking about him? Shaking his head, Greg smiled as he started to put his mask back on, ready to get back to work.

What a day it had been already.

Knock. Knock.

A low, throaty groan emanated from the futa's chest as her eyelids lazily lifted. Adjusting slowly, they rolled around in their sockets for a moment before coming into focus, the familiar dark leather of the couch greeting her vision. With a yawn and a stretch she sat up, twisting around as she did. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she wiped a bit of dried drool from the corner of her mouth. Fuck, how long had she been asleep? Patting the cushions around her, her hand finally grazed her phone as she blinked deeply, still trying to push the sleep from her features. Damn, she had slept for longer than she thought. Dropping the phone in her lap, the cold metal bouncing on her thigh, she rubbed her palms into her face.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This new set of knocks caused Victoria to jolt to attention, her head snapping to face the door, leering like a predator watching out for an intruder. As her brain started to fire on all cylinders, she realized she should probably get dressed, just in case. Standing up, Victoria's feet immediately slipped from under her and she landed hard on the couch. Looking down, the futa cursed under her breath at the source of this slippage. It was precum. Of course. In her sleep there was nothing to hold her cock back from releasing its pent up, ever-churning supply of self-lubrication, and it had puddled around her cock, which still lay heavily on the cold tile in front of the couch. Moving more carefully this time, Victoria scooted her well-toned ass across the couch, tugging her massive flaccid member along with her.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"I'll be there in a minute!" Victoria shouted angrily at the insistent encroacher. If it was some kook trying to convert her, she was gonna show them her own Tower of Babel. The futa snickered to herself as she stood up and turned to the other end of the couch, where she had discarded her dress and cock-strap previously. She had to admit she had learned a lot in the past couple months, most of which revolved around how to not ruin her own belongings whenever she felt a rampage coming on. Victoria slipped the plain black garment over her head, sliding it down her body.

It hugged her curves well, her large breasts pushing the front of the fabric out, not needing any extra support of their own. The short sleeves hugged her biceps tightly, and she momentarily considered flexing - she was sure she could tear the cloth that way. No, she needed to stop destroying her clothes just to show off. As the dress fell over her ass, she could feel the fabric tighten around it; she didn't have to workout much, all the squats she did while railing holes being enough to make her behind one that would make any gym bunny jealous. Her toned legs were the next to be covered, the dress coming down to just above her ankles.

Lifting a leg, she planted her bare foot on the couch, her genitals shifting beneath her dress. With both hands, Victoria began to manipulate them, moving them around so that they would be better hidden; all she needed was for someone to think she had two sets of ass cheeks because her balls decided to press out against the back of her dress - not that that had ever happened before. Once they were comfortably positioned, she lifted her cock, doing her best not to flex while she did, and began the arduous process of strapping it to her leg. It took a minute, her cock fat enough to stretch the straps to their limit, but they were made of a tough material, and eventually she got her cock firmly secured. Putting her leg down, she gave a few slow steps around the room, making sure everything was correctly in place.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

To Victoria's annoyance, the pounding on the door had only grown more vigorous. Doing her best to stay calm, she walked slowly over, deciding that whoever was on the other side could wait a little longer. Casually strolling, Victoria glanced back over at the puddle she had left on the ground. Ugh, if Dylan or Jessica weren't awake yet, she would have to clean it herself so it didn't stain! What, was she still living with her parents or something? Reaching the door, she took a deep breath, trying to center herself to at least present some modicum of decorum. Doing her best to muster a pleasant smile, she opened the door..

"Hello, how can I help y-"

Was someone playing a prank on her?

Standing outside the door in front of Victoria were the 2 biggest bimbos the futa had ever seen in her life. Victoria could feel her eyebrows raise almost automatically, she was so surprised. Deeply tanned skinned, obviously bleached hair, numerous cosmetic enhancements… it was like they walked straight out of a 20 year old porno! Both of them had unnaturally plump lips, no doubt the recipients of numerous fillers. The skin of their faces was pulled tight, giving them the appearance that someone had crafted their features using 3D modeling software; everything was just too smooth and shiny. Noses perfectly small, eyes big, but heavily lidded, not a wrinkle in sight - the list went on. The amount of money they had spent on themselves could probably have bought a small house!

And that wasn't even mentioning what they were wearing! Not only did they have eerily similar features, but they were dressed almost identically as well. Shiny diamonds and polished gold dotted their ears, no doubt all real and very pricey. Around their necks were diamond studded necklaces, thin chains of yellow gold encrusted by the numerous gems. Even their fingers and wrists were covered by more gold and rare stones - these bitches probably jingled when they walked! Skin-tight, designer shirts covered their torsos, although not very well, and they both wore what were no doubt expensive leggings that looked practically painted on. They complimented these outfits with pink fuck-me heels that added several inches to their heights.

There were 2 noticeable differences between the women, however. The taller one, who, even if her heels stood several inches shorter than Victoria, had absolutely enormous tits. The futa found her eyes naturally drawn to them of course, being able to see deep into the woman's deep cleavage from her higher vantage point. They stuck out nearly a foot from her chest, and sat suspiciously high on her body, only adding to their fake, overfilled look. Victoria was sure she could even see the faintest hint of her nipples poking through her shirt. While they weren't as big as that overdeveloped nurse she had fucked at the hospital, they were still ridiculous looking, especially on the woman's thin frame.

As for the other woman, who was so short that even in her heels she only came up to her companion's shoulder, was blessed in an entirely different way. While her chest was respectable and probably fake, their size and height looking much more akin to Victoria's naturally large, perky breasts, it was her ass that drew the futanari's attention. The short bimbo was standing slightly askew of the door, giving Victoria a good view of one her cheeks, and what a cheek it was. It shot out from behind the side of her hip by more than several inches, bulging obscenely against the thin material of her pants. Victoria could see that just the slightest movement, even from the woman breathing, sent her massive ass jiggling. She had no doubt you'd be able to see the curves of her ass from the front.

Who were these women?

"How can I help you?" Victoria repeated, clearing her throat as she eyed the pair hungrily.

"Oh um, sorry, we might like, have the wrong apartment," the taller one replied, giving a look to her shorter companion, "but does Dylan live here?"

"Or Jessica!" the shorter one piqued up.

"Dylan and Jessica?" Victoria questioned, somewhat confused, "Yeah they do. Who's asking?"

"Oh like thank god!" they both exclaimed, practically in unison.

"I'm Dylan's mom!" the shorter one said happily, her eyes lighting up.

"And I'm Jessica's!" the taller replied with similar enthusiasm.

"Ah ok," Victoria replied coolly, slowly piecing everything together, "I'm their… roommate, Victoria."

"Nice to meet you!" the busty woman greeted, extending a thin hand towards the tall futa, "I'm Sandra!"

"And I'm Linda." the other offered, a little less enthusiastically, not bothering to offer a hand of her own. Victoria took Sandra's hand in her own, the older woman's long nails grazing against Victoria's wrist. Once the greeting was over, the trio stood in silence for several moments. Victoria's eyes drifted over the pair, her lips slowly rising into a challenging smile, as if there was some kind of unspoken competition going on; and there was, whether the older pair realized it or not. The mothers glanced at each other, giving an almost exaggeratedly confused look back and forth, as if they weren't sure how to proceed.

"Uh, like, are they here?" Linda finally spoke up, sounding almost exasperated.

"Dylan and Jessica?" Victoria questioned rhetorically, her grin widening, "No, they aren't right now. I think they went on a date."

"Oh…" Sandra replied, sounding disappointed.

"Would you two like to come in and wait for them? I'm sure they'll be back soon."

Simultaneously their faces lit up, and Victoria motioned for them to come in. She continued to openly ogle their bodies as they walked by her; Sandra had a pretty good ass herself, and Linda's was even bigger than Victoria had guessed. She waited a moment for them to walk into the apartment fully before closing the door quietly. Victoria followed behind them, watching as they made their way to the living room. Rounding the couch and... there it was! They noticed it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Victoria apologized, while mentally rubbing her hands together, "I spilled a uh, protein shake, right before you guys got here. Didn't have a chance to clean it up."

"It's ok!" Sandra blurted suddenly, taking a moment of her own to eye the futa's well-built arms, "I'm such a clutz, it happens to me all the time!"

"Oh, you work out?" Victoria replied, walking away for a moment before coming back with a hand towel.

"Like everyday! Gotta keep those extra pounds off!"

"Well you look great," Victoria complimented, taking a moment to eye the voluptuous woman again, "both of you do."

"Thank you," Linda replied quietly, "you look pretty strong."

"Oh I don't know…" Victoria smiled, raising an arm. With a quick tense of her muscles, her bicep bulged and her dress ripped at the sleeve. A clear tear split the black fabric up the shoulder, revealing a muscled arm to the pair. Sandra and Linda only gaped at this display, not expecting their children's roommate to be so muscular. Both of them sat on the end of the couch, almost as if they needed to sit down to process what they were seeing. Victoria smiled and flexed her other arm, predictably eliciting a similar reaction. She stood in front of them, arm's still flexed, muscles and veins swelling from under her skin as the remains of the sleeves dangled against her sides.

"Oops!" Victoria chuckled, looking from arm to arm before her facing the MILFs once more, "I go through so many clothes that way!"

"Well, you certainly are… impressive." Sandra gulped.

"Yeah, that, like, must be quite the problem." Linda added.

Victoria didn't reply. She stood there watching the pair in her now ripped-sleeved dress, holding a small towel in one hand. Her eyes narrowed as her guests, almost simultaneously, had a change of expression. Both of their nostrils flared, and their heads snapped around, looking for the source of whatever invaded their senses. Sandra realized it first, but Linda was quick to follow. Their eyes fixed onto the puddle of "protein shake" on the ground, and they visibly sniffed the air again as if to confirm their suspicions. Victoria's smile grew wider as she watched them lick their lips, probably not even realizing they were doing it. God, what a couple of sluts.

Walking in front of them, Victoria bent over in front of the puddle of precum. She made sure to thrust her butt out - not to put it close to their faces, but to get them closer to what hung below it. Victoria took her time mopping up the precum, not even really trying to get it all up. As she did, she swung her hips slightly, letting the heavy scent she knew her balls left off to waft in front of their faces; hell, the entire apartment probably smelled like Victoria's pure, unfiltered essence, something she barely noticed, but something they definitely noticed.

Spreading her legs out, Victoria fought back a smile as she swung her hips once more; but this swing was just a tad bit more forceful than the other ones. The futa could feel her pendulous orbs swing against the back of the dress, no doubt denting out the fabric obscenely before falling back between her legs. Accompanying this action was a pair of gasps being released from behind her; oh this was perfect. Victoria stood up straight and turned around, doing her best to keep a straight face as she did.

"Oh there's just so much of it!" Victoria feigned shock, holding up the precum-soaked rag, "and it's really thick! Can one of you hold this for me while I grab another?"

Without waiting for an answer, she thrust the dripping towel in front of Sandra, who's hands immediately raised to hold it. Victoria dropped it with a smirk, the towel landing in the bimbo's open palms. Walking back into the kitchen, the futa took a moment to look behind her shoulder, grinning at the sight of the two women staring at the towel in open-faced shock. In the kitchen again, Victoria took a slight detour and opened the fridge, taking out another gallon-sized bottle of water before grabbing a new towel and strolling back into the living room.

"Sorry about that!" Victoria started as she lifted the jug up to her lips, drawing the attention of her guests once more, "I'm just always so thirsty."

Tipping her head back, she wrapped her lips around the mouth of the jug and began to swallow. The bleached-blondes watched with rapt attention as the contents of the container steadily disappeared, each swallow from Victoria's throat draining a noticeable amount of liquid. It took the futa less than a minute to completely empty it, and she set the empty plastic on the table before bending over to clean once more. Victoria repeated her teasing the same as before, making sure to press her enormous cum factories against the back of her dress; while she didn't hear a gasp, she could practically feel their attention glued to the area between her legs.

"Here you go," Victoria said, not even pretending to ask this time as she dropped the soggy cloth into Linda's hands. Sandra and Linda's heads looked down at the soaked cloths lying heavily against their skin, before raising them up and giving them another deep sniff. Sandra licked her lips again and Victoria could see a clear drip of saliva leaked from the corner of Linda's own puffed-up pair. Fuck, these sluts were drooling for her fucking cum! This was going to be too easy.

"I'll be right back, the ladies' room is calling me!" Victoria fake-laughed, still trying to act pleasant as she passed by them. Each passing moment was making it harder for the futa to reign in her true emotions. The bimbo's looked over at each other as she walked away, both having no idea what to say. Normally unable to keep quiet, they had been left completely speechless, and neither knew why; well, their brains may not have, but their overdeveloped whorish bodies knew exactly the reason. Just as Sandra was about to speak for the first time in minutes, wanting to confirm that Linda had also seen what she had in between this powerful woman's legs, a new sound pierced through the silence.

To the confused women, it sounded like someone was spraying a fire hose into a pool. All they could hear was a loud splashing noise, followed by a low, feminine moan. Craning their heads slowly, they glanced in the direction of the sound - the direction Victoria had wandered off too. No words were spoken between as they shot up, balancing unsteadily on their tall heels. The pair hurried over, cum-caked cloths clutched carefully, their bodies jiggling and shoes clacking loudly as they went. It was like they were both on the same wavelength, their curious, horny brains working in sync. As they reared another corner in the apartment, they saw it: the bathroom door was open. It was open, and it was the source of this intoxicating commotion.

With an audible jangle, they poked their plastic faces around the frame of the door. They had barely been in the apartment for 15 minutes, but the pair found themselves gasping together yet again. Standing in front of the toilet was Victoria, with her dress lifted up to her neck, and it was clear why she wasn't sitting. Taking up the entire space between her strong, sculpted legs, was an ginormous pair of testicles. Looking more like bowling balls than anything that belonged on a human, they hung heavily down beyond her knees, wobbling as she tensed her ass, showing off its muscled curvature.

They could see… something else, but they couldn't comprehend exactly what it was. Poking out just below the bottom of Victoria's enormous sack was something big and fleshy. It almost looked like it could have been a third leg - it was nearly as long as one of her model-esque limbs, that's for sure. But it was different. There were clearly large veins lacing its girthy form, and the women noticed a clear, huge bulge running under it. It almost looked like - no, it couldn't be. Sandra and Linda's attention was suddenly drawn by a movement from Victoria.

The tall girl with, well, more than a little extra, leaned forward, her stream still going unabated. With one hand, her other still in front of her, presumably holding whatever was hanging from her groin, she flushed the toilet. This simple act drew a new look of shock from the bimbo's; while the act itself wasn't amazing, the fact that she was still pissing was! And she was definitely pissing, there was no doubt about it. Even though Sandra and Linda couldn't see the act, they sure as hell could hear it. Hear it, and smell it.

If they thought the smell of that "protein shake" was strong, it was nothing compared to the burning fumes coming from the woman in front of them. Fumes wasn't an understatement either, as the mothers could see actual steam wafting from in front of Victoria, slowly filling the small room. The acrid vapors wafted into their nostrils, causing them to flare comically; both women now resembled slutty versions of pigs, the rims of their noses practically pushed back far enough to touch their faces. Their mouths, which hadn't closed since first watching Victoria shred part of her dress, were now visibly drooling, their senses nearly fully-claimed by this stranger.

While it had been over a minute since the sounds of her stream first drew the attention of Sandra and Linda, it seemed like it stopped all too soon. With another groan, Victoria dropped what she was holding, and it smacked loudly onto the tiled floor. It happened almost in slow motion for the onlookers, their heads slowly dropping as they watched its descent. While they couldn't see exactly what it was still, they both knew; they both knew and they could barely comprehend what they were witnessing.

Victoria started to twist, stretching her body to the side. Her entire body flexed as she did, her muscles popping and defining every inch of her visible form. As she moved, the observers could finally see the toilet bowl, all but confirming their suspicions. Virtually filled to the brim, there was less than an inch of empty space between the rim of the bowl and the deep yellow liquid that filled it. It bubbled and steamed, threatening to spill onto the floor at the slightest stirring. Looking back up, the women were caught like a deer in headlights.

The knowing, smirking face of Victoria stared back at them, her murky brown eyes somehow maintaining contact with both of them at the same time. With a small squeal from Linda, the pair retreated from outside the bathroom, practically tripping over each other as they rushed back to the living room. The heels of their shoes clicked furiously against the floor as they moved, both of them clutching the now-crusty towels to their chest tightly. Doing their best to get back into the same spots they were in before, they sat down hastily. Averting their eyes from each other, they tried to straighten their clothes out one-handed; the other still preoccupied with something much more important. The toilet flushed.

Sandra and Linda didn't dare to look. They could hear the soft padding of feet as Victoria approached from behind them, both women staring directly down at their laps. From their peripherals, they could see the tall woman move by, wandering to the other end of the couch. Victoria sat down across from the pair, getting comfortable in her seat before placing one foot after the other carefully onto the coffee table. She let out a groan as she stretched, her eyes locking onto the pair of ashamed sluts in front of her. A smile formed on her face, but it was no longer the sweet smirk that she had worn since they arrived.

"So," Victoria bared her teeth, like a lion about to pounce, "what shall we do to pass the time?"

Slowly, the women lifted their heads, finally looking at their host once more - there it was, the expected gasps. Both of them were staring at Victoria's head, but not the one above her shoulders; no this was a head that sat much, much lower on her body. Curled up next to her ankles, clearly exposed by the relaxed way she was sitting, was Victoria's giant glans. The massive pink head, which was fatter than Victoria's own ankle, pulsed lazily between her legs, practically resting on the table itself. The pair sat, open-mouthed, not believing what they were seeing.

It was bigger than any they had ever seen - no, it was bigger than any they could have ever imagined! In this position, they could see farther up her dress as well, which only confirmed their earlier suspicions. Connected to her head was the enormous shaft they had seen before, the one that full-on smacked into the floor when she had finished pissing. And resting below this titanic fuck pole, was the hyper-virile, gurgling cum containers they had seen with such clarity in the bathroom. This woman had it all, and it was more meat than either woman had seen in their entire lives.

"What's wrong? See something you… like?" Victoria teased, her grin growing wider. Unbeknownst to the 2 vapid sluts currently ogling her genitalia, Victoria had purposefully loosened her strap and readjusted her junk before coming into the living room. She knew that these women, who were no doubt some of the most cock-hungry she'd ever met, would notice it immediately; and she knew they were cock-hungry with little doubt in her mind. Why else would they go so far to make themselves look like such fucking whores?

"You, you have a…" Linda started, her body beginning to shake.

"COCK!" Sandra practically shouted, finishing her friend's thought.

"Hmmm, oh this?" Victoria questioned, reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her dress, "Yeah, I'm a futanari. Haven't you ever met one before?"

The bimbos both shook their heads, eyes still glued to the awesome appendage. Victoria began to pull the front of her dress up, slowly revealing her cock. The head was completely exposed first, the massive ridge of her mushroom-shaped glans coming into view. Next it was her shaft, and there was a lot of shaft to reveal. Inches turned into feet as she pulled her dress up, the girthy pole seemingly never ending. Inch thick and multiple-inch long veins snaked below its skin, covering her cock like gnarled roots. Less than halfway up her shaft, her colossal testicles came into view, spreading her legs far apart.

They lay on the couch, denting the cushion around them, molding the fabric to their image. The sack that held them looked like it was struggling to do so, the skin noticeably straining against the giant globes. Her balls visibly shook and shifted between her legs, trembling against each other as they fought for space in the nearly too-small sack. They had also, the drooling women noted, grown larger. Quite a bit larger, in fact. In the bathroom they had looked like bowling balls, but now… now they were at least the size of basketballs; as they moved around pulsed between knees, it looked like they weren't done growing either.

Victoria's hand continued its ascent up her legs, pulling the black fabric along with it. More cock came into view, something that made sense but shouldn't have been possible. Of course the women knew that it had to be attached to her body in some way, but it still looked like it should have ended a couple feet ago! Finally, her dress crested her groin, her hand stopping right below her breasts, showing off her rock-hard abs. Just as the women expected, and any one with common sense, her cock was indeed connected to her body. The ridiculous root stuck out of her groin obscenely, nearly taking up the entire area, the beginning of her sack not helping the over-crowded look.

The monstrosity was now completely out in the open for anyone to see. Longer than either of the bimbo's legs and as thick as a 2 liter bottle, hung Victoria's penis. No, calling it a penis didn't do it justice; hell, calling it a cock barely seemed appropriate. It was a beast, practically its own living, breathing creature, it was so big. A monolith of sexual prowess hanging from between her legs. One oddity did stick out to the women, however, and that was a large strap that wrapped around Victoria's cock, holding it to her leg. The material looked thick and study, and there were several places the strap hooked around itself, the hooks and buckles clearly struggling in their attempt to contain her sex.

"Looking at this?" Victoria asked, noticing the women's slightly confused expressions and running her hand against the strap, "It's too keep this thing from dragging on the ground when I walk. Although it is feeling a little tight right now…"

With a grunt, Victoria flexed her cock, the flaccid length stretching and widening in response. The strap wrapped around it pushed outward, shaking and straining, the different parts keeping it together spreading farther apart. Then, all at once, they snapped. The hooks tore and the buckles ripped, the entire thing practically coming apart at the seams. It flung off Victoria's cock and leg, flying at a high angle before smacking into the wall next to the couch. The tattered remains dropped, landing on the floor in a heap. Victoria let out a long sigh as her cock flopped, her cockhead loudly slapping into the table and her shaft wobbling between her legs. It felt good to be free again.

Sandra and Linda's amazement only grew. From the perverse, powerful display of just how inhumanly strong her appendage was, to the fact that it shook under its own weight, it was all just too unbelievable. Both women, practiced cock appraisers each, could not help but notice that her cock looked flaccid. It hung between her legs, not standing up like a dick would when it was hard. While it could have just been so heavy that it couldn't lift itself, something that seemed more than plausible, the bimbos had their doubts. Sandra had to wipe her mouth, realizing that drool was now openly dripping from her chin, and Linda's free hand was now hovering between her legs, openly hinting at what she wished she could be truly doing.

"Seems like you guys are pretty interested in it. Want a closer look?"

Not bothering to wait for a response, Victoria kicked her feet off of the table and stood up. Her cockhead slid off the table and much like it had done before, it once again slapped onto the floor with an audible thud. Despite the fact that her dress covered her body down to her ankles, several inches of shaft still stuck out from beneath it, along, of course, with her glans. Victoria strutted over, taking her time and making sure her floor-dragging length was in perfect view. Sandra and Linda's head followed her as she moved, faces pointed downward in open astonishment.

"What do you think?" Victoria questioned smugly, grabbing her cock with both hands around the middle of the shaft, her fingers clearly not touching each other. She lifted it up, coiling it around itself until the head was pointed straight at the duo. Seeing it up close for the first time was like a totally different experience. They were immediately hit with the smell of it; it was like they had been blasted in the face with pure, unbridled cock musk. It wafted over them, nearly strong enough to make their eyes water. It didn't smell bad, but it had that same kind of stink that all dicks do, but exponentially stronger. While it wasn't as noticeable, the women could also feel a clear heat coming off of it, even though Victoria stood at least half a foot away from them. It was like a radiator, warming their bodies and everything around them.

"B-big…" Sandra managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"So… so much!" Linda followed.

Hook, line, and sinker. Now it was time for the final touch. Wanting it to be a surprise, Victoria kept her moan internal as she flexed her cock once more. Her cumslit gaped open, and a stream of precum flowed up her shaft. The white liquid shot from the end of her cock in an unbroken stream, covering Sandra's face in a mask of white. It matted her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, whitening it even more. The hot, white goo ran down her features and began to pool in her cavernous cleavage, before Victoria aimed her cock a little lower, drenching her expensive top and her tits in their own layer of pre.

"Oops, sorry about that," Victoria fake-apologized, not even trying to hide the lust dripping in her voice, "sometimes it's like my cock has a mind of its own!"

Turning slightly, she gave Linda the same treatment, frosting her face and hair before coating her own smaller, but still large breasts. It ran down her body, pooling in her thighs and leaking onto the couch. The cum contrasted strongly against her overly-tanned skin, making the thick substance stand out more clearly. Her top was quickly turning translucent, and her tights weren't far behind. The stream continued for several more seconds and Victoria gave her cock a last shake, sending a last wall of cum whipping into the whore's faces.

Both women gurgled from beneath their face-fulls of cum. The sticky, hot substance had landed in their mouths, and continued to seep in as the cum fell like sheets from their features, dripping onto their bodies. Sandra found her tongue sticking out of her mouth, completely coated in off-white precum, and she licked her lips without even really thinking about it. Linda had gone for a much more slovenly inhale, as if she was trying to breathe in the virile sludge like it was air. Almost instinctively, they brought the cloths they were holding up to their faces and began to wipe away the much before suddenly stopping.

The texture, the smell, the feel. It was the same, same as the liquid that covered the rags they held and the puddle it had come from. The pair realized that what they had been told was a spilled protein shake, was without a doubt a puddle of cum. It was like their brains had finally caught up to their bodies, and now their entire beings just knew. Sandra's nipples hardened like diamonds, and her legs closed together, rubbing rapidly as she let out a muffled moan. Linda did the opposite, even if the effect was the same; her legs shot open, and a noticeable dark patch appeared on the front of her leggings. They had been reduced to orgasming, moaning, horny messes, just from the realization of what was happening.

Victoria stood and waited for them to come back to their senses, slowly stroking her massive shaft in her hands. The writhing sluts before her were only getting a taste, a tiny sample of what was to come, and they were already cumming, touch-free. Sandra was the first to calm down, breathing heavily, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. It took Linda almost a minute longer, and she had to hold herself up with her goo-covered hands, leaning back as she struggled to catch her breath. Victoria gave them another minute to rest, the longest they would get before she was done with them.

"You should get out of those tops, looks like they got a little dirty." Victoria laughed, her eyes twisting into a menacing leer.

This clearly wasn't a request.

Shaking hands dropped crusted towels and gripped at soaked shirts. Despite the fact that Linda had just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life, her top came off in seconds. The gooey, probably-ruined article of clothing was thrown unceremoniously off to the side, baring her breasts openly to the dominant futa; just like Victoria had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. Not only had she gone without the supportive undergarment, but her tits were also clearly fake. They sat high on her chest, sticking out like upturned bowls. Her hard, small pink nipples pointed directly at Victoria - they would've betrayed her feeling of arousal if it wasn't so obvious already. Linda's small diamond-encrusted necklace sat between them perfectly like a target waiting to be painted.

While Sandra moved with no-less speed, it took longer for her to undress due to the sheer size of her massive mammaries. As she lifted her shirt her breasts were pulled up with them, sticking to the material no doubt due to the combination of her size, and the glue-like nectar that matted the shirt. Finally with a grunt, her shirt cleared her breasts and her head, sending her fleshy mountains jiggling widely. Much like her companion, they sat high on her chest; however, hers were so big that they still took up much of her torso, covering half of her navel while still managing to stick out incredibly far. Victoria gazed at the pair with heavily lidded eyes.

"Nice tits," Victoria complimented, "I'm sure they cost a fortune."

"Mine aren't fake!" Sandra exclaimed with indignity, sounding like herself for the first time since this whole event began, "just like, lifted!"

Victoria raised an eyebrow at this statement, clearly amused. Linda didn't say a word and eyed her friend's bosom jealously. As if to prove a point, Sandra put her hands under her incredible tits and lifted them up to her chin. Making sure to make eye contact with the futa, she squeezed down, her fingers squishing into the soft skin of her chest. Her self-groping drew a moan from her lips, her nipples lengthening between her fingers; she was clearly no stranger to playing with herself. Victoria smiled once again, openly stroking her cock at the pair's bare chests. It was time to move on.

"Stand up, both of you."

Another command, and it was followed without question. Both women bolted to their feet, their chests both bouncing as they moved. Wordlessly Victoria stared at them, her eyes drifting over their sinful bodies. The bimbos could barely stand still. They squirmed and fidgeted, obviously waiting for further direction, not wanting a chance to miss out for what she had in store for them. Victoria's cock belched out a handful of precum that splattered against Sandra's bare toes, causing the already-shaking woman to visibly shudder.

"You," Victoria pointed at Linda, "are coming with me."

Before Linda could even process this new command, Victoria's arm shot out so quickly that the mother barely had a moment to register what was happening. The futa's hand struck low, wrapping around Linda's crotch. She didn't even have time to react before something else happened. With unreal strength, two of Victoria's digits curled and ripped through her pants; they didn't stop there however, and dug up into the whore's already-soaked slit. Linda barely had time to let out a scream as her cunt convulsed around the futa's fingers, and she was dragged forward by her sex alone.

Not waiting for the writhing whore to get a chance to come to terms with what was happening, Victoria moved towards the couch. Turning around and taking Linda with her, she sunk back into the cushion, sitting in the same spot she had drifted off in before. The fake-titted blonde was forced onto the couch as well, falling to her knees next to the massively hung futa. With a grunt and another flex of her biceps, Victoria lifted her from her kneeling position with just her cunt-imbedded fingers, and raised her towards her face. Linda found herself going through another mind-melting orgasm, her legs kicking out to stabilize themselves.

"Come over here and put those cow tits to good use," Victoria snarled at Sandra before looking up at Linda, her other hand coming to grab onto one of her wide hips, "and you should feel lucky, I'm in a rare mood today!"

Not bothering to clarify what she meant to either of her new sluts, Victoria ripped her soaking wet fingers out of Linda's cunt, wringing another orgasm from the barely-conscious woman, and grabbed her free hip. Pulling her in closely until her dripping pussy was only inches away from her face, Victoria took a minute to study the orifice: it looked surprisingly tight for what she had assumed would have been a used-up hole. Opening her mouth, Victoria stuck her tongue out, the pink protuberance snaking out of her mouth slowly. She lashed it against the woman's wet slit several times, getting a taste for her newest conquest. Then, like it was a creature of its own, it struck out, embedding itself deep into Linda's folds.

Sandra stood watching, amazed at this futa's continual shows of dominance. Victoria's words rang in her ears, and she knew immediately what she was asking for. Plenty of lovers had asked for it over the years, most guys fascinated by the image of their dicks lost in her unending cleavage. Rarely did their appendages manage to poke out of the top, but they were always rewarded for their size by an extra helping of oral. But this… this cock was on a different level. Sandra wasn't concerned with Victoria's cock being swallowed up in her tits, quite the opposite in fact; the big-titted bimbo didn't know what she was supposed to do with all the cock that would stick out.

Linda was lost in ecstasy. When she had first felt Victoria's tongue against her cunt, she knew she was in for a treat, she just didn't realize how much of a treat. It had sunk into her depths, drawing another moan from her lips, feeling thicker than any of the other tongues that had penetrated her in the past. This was amazing on its own, but then it didn't stop coming. It slithered deeper and deeper inside of her. It felt like it was never gonna end! It swirled against her walls, and after a little bit of searching, the oral appendage zeroed in on its target. Linda screamed once again as Victoria's tongue slammed onto her g-spot, sliding and pressing against it with a strength the woman didn't know was possible for a tongue to have!

Her companion watched in envy, wishing she was the one on the end of this apparently otherworldly cunninlingus. Sandra walked forward, stopping between the futa's wide open legs. The blonde watched Victoria's cock, which hung limply against the ground, sprawl out even more against the tile in her sitting position. Kneeling down carefully, she positioned herself around the tremendous anaconda, making sure not to injure the majestic beast; the last thing she wanted to do was incur the futa's wrath. She audibly gulped as she studied the mass of meat, noting that Victoria's enormous testicles nearly touched the ground as they audibly gurgled in their taut sack. Still shaking, she reached her hands out.

This slut was lucky Victoria was feeling generous today. Oral was an uncommon treat for her fucktoys, but today she felt like giving. Still, Victoria's tonguing was much like every other part of her existence, overwhelming. Her tongue gave no quarter, slipping and whipping around the woman's depths. The futa was pleasantly surprised that she tasted good, and she gulped down her share of juices as they ran down her tongue. She had to make sure to hold the whore's hips tight, her fingers sinking into the fatty flesh powerfully; if she didn't this bitch would have backflipped off her mouth onto the ground every time she orgasmed! Victoria felt a pair of hands touch her shaft followed by a strained grunt.

Good, the other one was finally getting to work.

Her cock was fucking heavy. Not only did her fingers come nowhere close to wrapping around the incredible girth this cock possessed, but she actually had to put effort into lifting it! What the fuck!? It was so unreal, so inhuman, and Sandra couldn't possibly think of anything better. As she raised it up, she scooted forward on her knees, inching closer and closer to the awesome appendage. It touched her chest, practically burning it, it was so hot. Sandra couldn't contain her moan as it rubbed against her torso, the cock long enough that the head pressed against the top of her legs while the curve of her flaccid shaft hovered inches from her face. After some struggling, she managed to lift it high into the air and wrap her tits around it. Holy shit!

Victoria's enormous fuck tool shot up out of her cleavage, eclipsing her face and shadowing her body. It hung there for a moment, held steady by Sandra's only-lifted breasts, before falling back down. The shaft curled over one of her mounds, covering the top of it. It continued its descent, hanging over one of Victoria's muscled legs and down onto the couch; it didn't stop until it was nearly a foot away from the trio of tangled bodies, the head resting against the next couch cushion over. Sandra's face reddened, not only due to the preposterous sight in front of her, but because in this position, Victoria's massive cum factories sat heavily atop her legs and pressed into her stomach, warming her body with the nearly unbearable heat they exuded.

Still roughly gripping her hips, Victoria pulled Linda even closer towards her face. The last couple inches of her tongue slid further into her cunt, almost completely filling the well-used hole. Once her crotch made contact with her face, the raven-haired futa began to suck, her mouth covering the entirety of the women's outer lips. Somehow it was like she was able to focus the target of her suction, and Linda's already-unhooded clit was pulled into the futa's mouth. Victoria used the incredible control she had over her tongue to wiggle it, the top slapping against the pink nub with every movement. The results were predictable, and Linda shook and howled through another orgasm.

If she had any control left in her body, she would have grinded against Victoria's face. Her pussy was constantly leaking juices, soaking the futa's face and running down her own thighs. Linda's head was thrown back in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back into her head and her body practically vibrating, she was shaking so hard; thank God Victoria was holding her in place. The only help she gave to the futa, not that she seemed to need it, was pressing her hands into the wall behind them for support. Linda couldn't help but dig her nails into the surface as she wailed through another orgasm, creating long scratches like she was trying to leave proof that she was here.

Sandra was hard at work. Over and over again she lifted her tits as high as she could before dropping them back down onto Victoria's muscled abs and groin. She was continuously grunting with effort, the weight of her own colossal endowments nothing to shake a stick at. Every time she lifted her tits, Victoria's flaccid meat would shake and wobble, lifting and straightening slightly before slapping back down loudly onto everything in its path. The big-titted bimbo had realized pretty quickly that her usual titjob was not gonna be enough to get this unnaturally hung futa going.

Pressing her face forward, Sandra licked and sucked on the fleshy shaft that spread her breasts so absurdly far apart; it felt like she was trying to pleasure a fire hydrant, not something that belonged on a human. Her own nimble tongue flicked and traced over the throbbing veins, treating them like she would treat the entirety of a normally-endowed person's meat. Sandra couldn't help but stop and inhale at regular intervals, the thick musk drifting off the cock more akin to the smell of a delicious meal. There were several times she found herself just nuzzling the massive pole, the constant pulsing like a heartbeat against her face.

Energized by just the fact that she was allowed to worship this monolith, Sandra's ministrations grew more frantic. She was forcing her breasts up and down even faster, while practically slobbering over whatever parts of the shaft she could get in her mouth. Her own saliva rubbed and splashed back onto her own face, but she didn't care; there was nothing more important to her than the job she had been assigned. To the slut's delight, she could finally feel her effort bare fruit: Victoria's cock began to grow stiffer, elongating and widening between her breasts. Pulling her head out of her own cleavage, Sandra glanced over and watched as the futa's giant glans began to slowly lift off of the couch.

It was almost time. Victoria could feel her arousal growing, and her cock clearly felt the same. This combination of giving and receiving was finally working its magic on her. She didn't have to look to know her dick was coming to life; the futa could feel it start to lift off her own leg. While the whore between her legs wasn't as endowed as that nurse, she definitely knew what she was doing. Another stream of juices ran down Victoria's chin, dripping off her neck and onto her dress; it was a good thing she had already ruined this dress or else she'd have to punish this slut.

Sandra watched in amazement as Victoria's cock grew. Her tits were pushed almost painfully apart now, and the appendage she was so focused on pleasing had grown considerably. It had lifted itself off her breast, and now curved off to the side instead of just lying heavily. This didn't stop Sandra's paizuri the least bit, and if anything it only emboldened her further. Even though she had started to sweat from the effort she exerted, she didn't stop, and continued to fling her breasts around the lengthening shaft, while her mouth once again went to work on the beast.

With a grunt, Victoria pulled her face away from the moaning slut above her. Looking around one of her thick thighs, the futa watched as her cock rose to its full height, towering above her own head and nearly reaching Linda's. Removing one of her hand's from Linda's hips, she reached behind her, her fingers, tracing over the woman's bountiful behind; god this bitch had so much ass! Finding what she was looking for, Victoria sunk her fingers between the huge globes, and once again tore through the fabric of her pants like it was paper. Gripping the material in her hands, she ripped a huge hole in the tights, letting those cheeks breathe free.

Ignoring the gasps from above her, Victoria continued to shred the fabric in her fingers until Linda's pants were reduced to a pair of stockings. Grunting again, Victoria flexed her cock, sending it flying forward, out of the tight hold of Sandra's breasts, and crashing into Linda's body, drawing a yelp from the busty woman. With her free hand, Victoria grabbed a handful of ass cheek, sinking as much of the bountiful flesh between her fingers, and began to pry it open. As this was happening, she began to saw her cock against Linda's body, frotting her length against her ass and back. Unbeknownst to the two women, her urethra began to flare, preparing for the next step of what was to come.

Another flex of her cock sent it pressing even harder into Linda's body, before finally popping in between her cheeks; at the same time, her balls finished delivering their newest helping of precum into Victoria's cock and a bulge rocketed up her throbbing cumvein. Her cumslit gaped open, and blasted its load out like a volcano. The white substance geysered into the air, momentarily splashing against the ceiling before raining down onto the trio. This deluge kept up for many seconds, coating the women, the futa, and everything around them, bathing them all in unfiltered nut essence.

Moving her other hand, Victoria grabbed onto Linda's other bulging cheek and began to thrust her cock up and down the woman's backside. She squished the bountiful ass flesh around her pole, using it like Sandra had used her tits. Fuck, this felt even better than that whore's big cow tits! The pliable flesh almost managed to wrap around more than half of her shaft. Victoria's thrusts only grew more wild. Linda was once again sent into an orgasmic frenzy, the position she was held in causing the topside of Victoria's tremendous fuckstick to rub against the cunt. She could feel her spray her own lubricant against it and Victoria's neck. With somewhat of a struggle, Victoria began to raise Linda up further up her cock, lifting her off her heel-clad feet.

While it was hard to judge from the angle she was at, Victoria could feel her glans moving lower and lower down Linda's back. Once she felt her head smothered by her bodacious pillows, her cock lurched again, sending another huge helping of pre splattering up her back and across her ass. She relished the feeling of her cock being engulfed so thoroughly for another moment while making sure she had spewed enough of her thick sludge to cover her cock; anything else that got drenched was just extra. With one more pull, she lifted Linda once more by her rear, and her cock dislodged itself from those colossal cheeks. Now, her cockhead was finally pointed at its true target.

"Time to split you in two slut!" Victoria growled, raising her arms and once again taking a hold of Linda's hips. It was a sharp thrust that sent her titanic tip mashing against the woman's dripping sex. The penetration didn't quite happen, instead Victoria's glans crammed against Linda's cunt, pressing down on it, along with nearly her entire groin; it was almost comical how much bigger her head looked, like someone was trying to fist the eye of a needle. To Linda, it felt like someone had punched her down below, the thrust was so powerful. It was like the air had been knocked from her lungs, and in a moment that became reality as Victoria pulled back and thrust once more, this time hitting her mark true.

The tip rampaged through her lips, spreading them obscenely and painfully far apart. Linda howled, her well-manicured nails digging into the wall once more; if Victoria wasn't holding her so tightly, she definitely would've shot off her cock. Victoria could only smile sadistically as she watched her head split another slut open - there was nothing quite like that first penetration. The massively hung futa let her cockhead just sit, unmoving in this bitch's cunt for a few seconds, enjoying the tight sensation; well maybe it was just a bit too tight. On command her slit spewed another bucket load of cum, baptizing Linda's depths in her seed, greasing her tunnel for Victoria's monolith.

The expression on Sandra's face was somewhere between incredible lust and horror. Not only had she watched Victoria's cock grow to beyond biblical proportions, the stunning appendage reaching up towards the heavens, and fattening wider than her own leg. And now, now it was inside of her friend. Even if it was just the head, which was nearly as big as the woman's own face, Linda looked practically at her limits; no doubt her canal was being stretched to its breaking point already. As Sandra observed this brutal looking penetration, the dark spot on the front of her pants grew larger.

Once Victoria's new slut's moment of respite was over, she began to move. Slowly at first, she began to pull Linda down on her cock, while keeping her own hips steady. Her shaft began to creep into the woman's depths as her head pushed deeper in. After a couple inches were buried, she lifted her back up until her inner-walls snagged against the rim of her head. Then she brought her back down. This process repeated twice more until Victoria could feel her head press up against the woman's internal barrier; it was deeper in than she had expected. This time, Victoria pulled her hips back, sinking them farther into the cushion, before pistoning up. Her cock rocketed upward, and smashed into the woman's cervix, bursting through it. She was in.

"Oh fuck yeah I'm really inside you now!" the futa practically yelled. Now that she was past the main obstacle, it was time to really fuck. Victoria started to piston her hips steadily. She would tear her enormous glans back through this bitch's tight cunt until it was just about to pop out, before slamming her cock back in. With each pump of her hips, her cock gained new ground. It pierced through Linda's cervix once more and penetrated into her womb. Victoria could feel every inch of her walls clinging onto her pole for dear life, hugging it tightly like it was simultaneously trying to keep it in and expel it at the same time. Even when her head dented the top of her womb, she could feel the organ, which wasn't meant to be fucked at all, react the same way.

Linda felt like she could barely breathe. Nothing had ever gaped and contorted her insides like this, and she had given birth before! With every thrust she felt the wind knocked from her, and while she wanted to scream out in pain and pleasure, there wasn't enough air in her lungs to allow it. Her nerve-endings were pulled and squished far more than they were ever meant to be. Linda could feel her whole body screaming at her to stop this, to remove herself from the monstrous meat inside of her, but she couldn't; the pain that was so intense it made her feel like she was gonna pass out, was quickly giving way to a new kind of pleasure.

Audibly grunting, Victoria was now really working her bitch breaker into this slut. She watched with an intense stare as her cock bulged out the skin of the woman's stomach, the outline of her cock clearly showing through; she always had a fascination with just how deep her cock was able to burrow through one of her hole's bodies. It made slow progress upwards, pushing and rearranging Linda's insides as it made room for its own immensity. Occasionally a bubble would appear for a moment before disappearing, signifying that her cock had decided to belch another helping of precum into her guts.

Sandra was openly pleasuring herself at the sight in front of her. One hand was buried inside of her pants, furiously rubbing and fingering herself, adding a loud squelching sound to the sexual orchestra of sounds occurring, while the other pulled and twisted at her nipples, her breasts now freely hanging against her torso once more. Her hips gyrated back and forth, fucking herself on her fingers as she brought herself to a body-shaking orgasm. Eyes focused on the site of penetration, she studied every inch, every foot of cock that was in the midst of ruining her daughter's boyfriend's mother. There was just so fucking much of it! Her friend had to be stuffed to the brim already, but there was more cock than either of them had ever seen still protruding from her cunt!

"Hey slut, get back to work down there, I didn't tell you you could stop!" Victoria yelled angrily, looking around Linda's leg and her cock to glare at the masturbating slut. This bitch really thought she was done!? Victoria continued to stare, her steady pumping never stopping, as Sandra scrambled to find something to do. An amused smile filled the futa's face as she watched the slut look around in a panic, her lust-haze brain struggling to respond. Finally, she looked down, her eyes locking onto the colossal cum containers between Victoria's legs. Diving down, she wrapped her arms around the enormous sack like she was carrying a load of groceries and lifted them up, bringing them to her face.

"That's better." Victoria murmured to herself as she looked back up at Linda. Her hips pounded harder and harder upward, picking up speed. She could feel her testicles being cradled and worshipped, the soft sensation of Sandra's lips planting kisses and sucking on mouthfuls of loose skin adding to her satisfaction. The futa's eyes watched as the pear-shaped woman's cunt tightened around her invader, followed by a jet of clear liquid shooting over her head and splashing into the wall behind her. Once again in the throes of orgasm, Linda had started moaning and screaming again, babbling between the two as her brain was pulverized by pleasure.

"Fuck! Big. Too bi- oh fuck again!" she howled, her voice echoing through the house. Her first jet of girlcum had only stopped its release for a second before another started, her pussy fountaining its juices in an unbroken stream. As it hit the wall, it splattered back, misting Victoria's face and her own legs. Even though she never cared much for her fucktoys pleasure, their inevitable orgasms only a consequence of their conquering, it still encouraged to fuck harder. Her hips were approaching a blur as she fucked into the woman, the bulge in her abdomen reaching the bottom of her breasts now.

The bimbo between her legs nearly stopped her ball-sucking as she felt a change occur in the giant globes. Her mouth was completely filled by a single testicle, only a small portion of the massive orb enough to completely fill her maw. The cum factory in her mouth throbbed and shook even more than normal, and she could feel it enlarge between her lips; while she had watched and felt the futa's balls grow as the fucking above her occured, they never did so quickly. It was growing so big that it was forced from her between her lips, her mouth no longer wide enough to contain it. Sandra pulled back just for a moment, and watched as the titanic pair expanded and grew, before diving back in - even in her cock-addled brain, she knew better than to stop pleasing the Goddess before her.

She was getting close. Victoria could feel it, from her cock which had begun its slight, extra growth, pulling the skin around the shaft taut, to the churning in her testicles. More importantly, she could feel it in her loins - a heat that was spreading through her body. The futa bit her lip as she pistoned faster, her cock now barreling through the slut's guts. The outline of her cock had reached between the woman's fake breasts, not that Linda had noticed, too consumed in her own back-to-back orgasms to pay attention to anything else. She didn't even react to her cunt stretching even more, her lips spread thin by Victoria's growing cock, or the shaft lengthening within her, pushing further up into her body than anything was ever meant too.

Her massive cumtube grew more pronounced, and her balls gurgled even louder. Much like any normal pair of balls, they tried to pull towards Victoria's crotch, but, even aided by Sandra's support, they were far too heavy to make any real progress. The flow of precum increased, spilling out Victoria's urethra without pause, slowly filling up Linda's insides; it was a small taste of what was coming. The pump of her hips grew erratic, no longer the controlled, quick but steady rhythm she had maintained before. Finally, a groan escaped Victoria's lips, and her movement stopped all at once, now only holding Linda as far down of her rock-hard pole as she could.

Victoria was cumming.

A huge lump filled her urethra, trudging up its length as quickly as it could. Her cumslit gaped open almost painfully, preparing itself for the load it was about to eject. And then it happened. The first blast jettisoned out of her glans, audibly splashing inside of Linda's pulverized womb. Cum ricocheted around her insides, creating a visible bulge around Victoria's denting shaft. Her cock continued firing, unloading inside the moaning whore, filling her to the brim in seconds; but it didn't stop. This first cumshot was unending, and as the thick sludge settled in Linda's insides, her stomach began to balloon outward.

Loudly moaning now, Victoria held Linda's hips tightly enough to leave bruises. As her stomach reached the point of looking 9 months pregnant, the futa's first shot tapered off, before the second began. Her skin expanded more and more, pushing outward, inching towards Victoria's face and the wall above it. The semen audible sloshed inside of her as she was filled more and more, her midsection wobbling back and forth as the dense liquid continued to pump inside of her. For the first time since the fucking began, Linda looked down, her eyes bulging in their sockets as she saw the state of her body; the sight was so intense, her brain cracked, unable to process what it was seeing, and she launched into another mind-blowing, squirting orgasm.

The feeling of flesh against her face woke Victoria from her orgasmic reverie. Not wanting to be suffocated under the aftermath of her own load, she began to lift Linda off of her cock, while doing her best to push her hips down. It took some effort due to the pounds her overly-virile seed added to the woman's body, but with a grunt and push she shoved the writhing whore off of her cock. Linda fell to the side, her fat ass cushioning her fall, and sprawled out onto the couch. Her stomach had become so gravid, it hung off the sides of her torso, covering the tops of her arms and legs, and threatened to spill off the side of the couch.

No longer contained within a warm body, Victoria's cock bucked wildly, firing shots of cum into the air that splashed loudly against the ceiling. Semen rained back down onto the trio, splattering against their skin. Gripping her cock in both hands, Victoria heaved it towards the ground, slamming it onto the top of Sandra's stunned face. The impact sent the shocked slut sprawling backward, barely catching herself before her back hit the ground. As she tried to sit back up, her face caught its own salvo of sperm, blasting her head backward. Now in control of her bucking beast, Victoria aimed it at the busty bitch below her, first covering her enormous tits before moving onto the rest of her body. She drenched every part of her, head to toe, in her thick seed which still fired with the same ferocity it had since the beginning.

Satisfied with the slut's covering, her figure now coated in thick layers of the viscous substance, Victoria started to stand up. Her balls slapped onto the ground as she moved, the massive cum boulders resting heavily against the tiled floor. On her feet again, she turned to the unconscious mother passed out on the couch, and began to spray once more. Despite the fact that her stomach had grown to a colossal, inhuman size, it was coated in mere seconds. Victoria's cum cannon barrage was so powerful, the woman's overfilled midsection wobbled and jiggled from the impacts; cum gushed out of her cunt like a river, an added bonus to these powerful cum-punches. The futa aimed upward, making sure to cover her face and fake tits, which had been pushed up to her chin, before aiming lower and sending another potent stream rocketing into her gaping cunt.

Sandra let out a loud gasp from under her mask of cum, the heaping liquid running down her face, ruining her already disfigured makeup, and pouring from her open mouth. Her tits felt even heavier than normal, pressing downward towards her groin by the weight of the sticky glue that covered them, like she was wearing a reverse-bra. She could feel the cum soak into her hair, matting it to her skull, and seeping into her already-drenched tights. Just as she was taking another breath, struggling to inhale under the sheets of white slithering down her features, she was hit again; Victoria had turned back towards her, reapplying the searing hot coating of seed.

It took several minutes for the ultra-potent futa's orgasm to finally die down. Even when her cock stopped blasting its hefty load, a perpetual stream of cum still poured from her cumslit, running down her cock and dripping heavily onto the ground. Whipping around to face Sandra once more, she moved forward, her cock bobbing up and down in front of her. The curvaceous woman hadn't even regained her composure, still wiping up the cum from her eyes and hungrily feeding it into her mouth, before Victoria grabbed her head and forced her lips to stretch around her titanic tip.

"Eat up slut, you look like you need it!" Victoria sneered, as she held Sandra's face against her glans. She watched as Sandra struggled under her grip, the sudden filling of her mouth catching her by surprise. Once she realized exactly what was happening, she looked up at Victoria through heavily-lidded eyes as she wrapped her hands around the immense portion of the head she couldn't inhale, and her throat worked greedily as she tried to swallow as much of the excess seed as she could.

As Victoria contemplated just how she was gonna take this slut next, her eyes wandering around the room, she noticed something. Lying on the ground, next to the couch, was a phone, one that wasn't hers. Miraculously, it looked mostly untouched by the shower of cum that coated the room so thoroughly. Victoria stared at it for a long second, completely ignoring the woman sucking her off. A devilish idea formed in her mind. If these really were the mothers of her usual fucktoys, she would give them the same treatment.

Ripping her cockhead from Sandra's sucking maw, she walked over and picked up the phone. Turning it on, she was pleased to see it was still in working order. Swiping on the screen, Victoria was half-surprised to find it wasn't locked with a passcode. Moving back to Sandra, who latched onto her giant glans without a word, Victoria scrolled through the contents of the device. It was Linda's phone, she gleaned easily - the vain bitch had actually set herself to be her own background. Opening up her texts, a new smile formed on the futa's face.

This bitch was unfaithful, that's for sure. From her conversations with Dylan and Jessica, back when they were all "friends", Victoria knew that both of their sets of parents were still happily married; or so it seemed. Victoria saw the set of messages marked "Hubby" with an obnoxious heart at the end, and they seemed rather dull, but digging deeper uncovered the real truth. Below several other messages was an unlabeled set of texts, several of them in fact, all containing lurid images and perverse messages. They were all clearly from different men, ones who were not the cheating woman's husband. The wheels in Victoria's head turned as she came up with a plan.

"Give me your phone." Victoria said simply to the woman on the other end of her fuckstick, who looked back up at her with wide eyes.

"Now." the futa commanded after several seconds when Sandra hadn't made a motion to fulfill her request. Fear flashed over her cum-coated features as she reached into her soaked pocket, her eyes never leaving Victoria's. With a shaking hand, she pulled her phone out and held it out towards Victoria. The futa snatched it from her grip, and repeated the same process. This slut was just as bad, and to Victoria's own amusement, she even recognized that some of the numbers were the same. Not only were both of the cheaters but they even shared lovers! This revelation only caused Victoria to laugh loudly; these two really had no idea what they were in for.

Taking a minute to continue her personal inspection of Sandra's infidelity, something else caught her eye. It was something she noticed in Linda's phone, but had ignored in her mischievous glee. It was the explanation for why the two were here at their offspring's apartment. Several weeks of ignored calls and texts were all that showed between the correspondence of the mothers and their children; the women hadn't realized that Dylan and Jessica's phones had been all but destroyed, and they had been far too busy to do anything but service the hung futa. A momentary looked of sadness flashed across Victoria's features before she shook the expression of her face. Now was not the time for self-reflection.

Realizing she had no place to put the phones, not needing them quite yet, Victoria chucked them over onto the driest spot on the couch. Gripping at the neck of her dress, she pulled it apart, shredding it between her fingers, before tossing the remnants in a pile onto the floor; she'd already ruined it before she soaked it in cum, so she no longer cared what happened to it. Putting her hands on her hips, her muscled figure now bared for the world to see, she watched silently as Sandra continued to orally service her. Victoria tensed her body, her ripped abs flexing and bulging, and forced a new stream of cum to shoot out of her cock. Sandra's eyes bulged as she tried to swallow it, but she quickly found herself overwhelmed by the powerful blast.

"It's your turn now." Victoria spoke ominously over the blonde slut's coughing through mouthfuls of seed. Sandra looked up through blurry, tear-filled eyes, as the futa reached over and tangled her fingers in her hair. Unceremoniously, she pulled the bimbo over and threw her onto the coffee table. Sandra's landed tits-first, her jiggling jugs knocking over the empty bottles that littered its surface. Her body left streaks of white on the dark wooden surface, staining it with her body-suit of cum. She looked back at Victoria, eyes wide, as the futa approached with both hands on her cock.

Sandra knew it was coming. She had seen her friend get fucked half to death, and then filled to near-bursting with sperm. When this person, this unreal futanari woman, pulled out, still cumming, still hard as diamond, and proceeded to cover both of them completely and then some, she knew this was going to be like nothing she had ever experienced before. That cock stayed erect, almost painful-looking it was so stiff, and Victoria was ready for more. Sandra had been so willing, so eager to please this titan of sexuality, but now that she was bent over, in the position Victoria was going to fuck her in, she felt a hint of hesitation screaming in the back of her mind.

Victoria stared down at the slut, licking her lips with her long tongue that she could practically poke herself in the eye with. Taking her hands off of her pillar of fuckmeat, Victoria leaned over and grabbed the waist of Sandra's tight pants. Much like she had to the woman's companion, she tore them off her body, pulling the garment apart like she would a tissue. Sandra's ass, finally exposed for the first time, barely moved despite the force it had been handled with. Testing a theory she had, Victoria slammed an open palm against the surface with a loud smack, finding the slut's bottom unnaturally firm, the flesh hardly rippling under the impact.

"Ha! I knew this fat ass was fake! You really are just filled with expensive plastic, aren't you slut?"

"Y-yes I am…" Sandra murmured, looking down at the table, her face burning red. No one had ever talked to her, much less treated her, like this before. Her body responded to the taunting in turn. She could feel her now-exposed pussy moisten, drooling its juices down her leg. Her fat nipples poked against the wood of the table, and she could feel herself involuntarily wiggle, shaking her ass back and forth like she was inviting Victoria to ruin her holes. God she really was a slut!

"That's what I thought." Victoria smirked as she placed a hand possessively on Sandra's thick ass. With her other hand she gripped her cock right below the huge mushroom-shaped tip and lined it up with the bimbo's dripping slit. Another grunt led to another steaming gush of precum fired from her urethra, frosting the woman's cunt in her hot seed. Victoria took a minute to rub her massive tip against the woman's hole, spreading her thick seed around. Mashing her sexual organ against Sandra's own, Victoria, leaned over.

"It's time."

At these words, Sandra's eyes widened. Her fingers attempted to dig into the table, trying to brace herself for what was coming. All of a sudden she could feel an intense pressure against her nether regions. It was like she gained a heightened awareness of her cunt, and every push and every nudge of the mammoth meat prodding her entrance sent shockwaves through her body. Her soaking lips spread, and the busty woman gritted her teeth at the sensation. Then, the movement stopped. Sandra looked back, confused, her eyes locking onto Victoria's; the futa smiled at her, and shoved her hips forward.

The scream that vacated her plump lips was deafening. It felt like the futa had shoved her leg into her cunt! She had never felt so full in her life, and it just kept coming! Unlike how she approached fucking Linda, Victoria wasted no time in ravaging Sandra's depths. Her cock bashed into the slut's cervix, her glans practically splitting her in two. Sandra could feel the walls of her pussy pushed and stretched apart, and her legs were forced farther apart to make room for the girthy invader. Before she could scream again, Victoria punched through her cervix, piercing into her womb with a mighty thrust.

Next to the coupling pair, the bloated bimbo began to wake up. Her eyes struggled to open, the mass of cream coating her face weighing down the lids. Lifting a weak arm up to her face, she dug her fingers into the goop, scraping it away until she was finally able to see. Her cum-matted head turned back and forth, trying to remember exactly where she was. Raising her head, her eyes bulged and her mouth opened in an 'O' of shock as she witnessed her inflated stomach for the second time. It had drained considerably, but she still looked bigger than when she had been pregnant!

Struggling to move her body, she shifted carefully, not used to the extra weight she was carrying. Sitting up, her pumpkin-sized cheeks squishing into the lake of cum that had accumulated under her and spilling over onto the adjacent cushions, she observed the source of the noise that woke her up from her unconsciousness. There was her friend, the one she had made the trip up to the city with, getting absolutely railed by the futa who had already fucked her harder than she ever had before. As she observed the huge bulge in her companions stomach, which was currently racing up to fat, flattened breasts, the telltale sign that her insides were getting completely pulverized, she let out a gasp.

"Oh look who decided to wake up," Victoria said, rolling her eyes as she turned her head to the inflated MILF, her hips never losing their pumping rhythm, "why don't you make yourself useful and get over here!"

Gulping loudly, Linda stood up, holding her stomach like she was due at any moment. When she got onto her feet, a loud splash filled the room as a new waterfall of cum dropped from her gaping cunt. Practically waddling over, she stood next to Victoria, her eyes studying the situation, deciding on the best course of action; what could possibly be the best way to pleasure this feminine stud who broke her brain from how many orgasms she fucked into her? Kneeling down, her fat cheeks spreading even farther apart from pressing against her legs, she leaned forward and planted her plush, pumped lips, onto the futa's sawing shaft.

Victoria was really giving it to this slut. If her balls hadn't already grown to ridiculous proportions, the tremendous orbs taking up all the space between her legs and then some, they would have swung forward and bashed into the table. This bitch's cunt was tight, gripping her cock like a second skin. Victoria watched, smirking, as Sandra's head fell limply against the table, her mouth open and a stream of saliva leaking from the corner of her lips. Her arms were in a similar state, hanging off the sides of the table, flopping back and forth in times with Victoria's thrust. The futa would have thought she had passed out already, if she didn't let out a low moan followed by a loud splattering of her cunt juices onto the already semen-soaked floor.

Almost as if from nowhere, Victoria produced one of the women's phones, holding it up to her face. Casually, like she wasn't fucking a person into oblivion at the same time, she fiddled with the device until she got what she wanted. Holding the phone out from her face, she angled it up, so that only her bare, muscled shoulders and grinning face were in view. She glided her thumb over, pressing a button at the bottom of the screen.

"What's up limp-dicks?" Victoria asked, contempt dripping from her voice, still facing the phone, "I bet you're wondering who I am and why I'm sending you this video!"

Pointing the phone down, it flashed over her large, firm breasts, her small pink nipples sticking out like little eraser nubs, south to her clenched, flexed abs, her six pack looking chiseled enough to sharpen a knife on, to finally stopping on the massive root of her mighty trunk. She panned the phone slowly over her shaft, making sure every pulsing vein was clearly captured, before pausing at the point where Linda's lips connected her throbbing pole. Victoria made sure the woman's face was in full view, the stupid slut too focused on pleasuring the massive meat to notice she was being filmed.

Moving the phone again, she continued up her shaft, covering inch after inch, foot after thigh-thick foot, until she landed on the point where her cock met Sandra's cunt. She focused on that image for a moment, giving the camera a good, long view of her ruining this woman for anyone else. Her pussy lips were taut, thin little things now, pulled incredibly far apart by the invading beast, practically touching the sides of her thighs. Victoria moved the view farther up, taking it the bimbo's fake, fat ass, up to her cum drenched back, before finally falling on her barely-conscious face. The futa continued fucking for nearly a minute, letting the camera take in the rocking, shaking body of the penetrated whore.

"I'm sending you this video because I'm fucking these little sluts better than you ever could!" Victoria bragged loudly, zooming out on the screen so that the full scene was in view, "you puny dicked bastards will never, ever be able to satisfy these stupid whores ever again - not that they would ever want any of you now that they've had ME!"

"And if you're one of the poor idiots married to one of these dumb bimbos, just know they were cheating on you long before I ever got to them. Have fun jerking your pathetic penises to this!"

Laughing cruelly, Victoria let the phone capture several more minutes of the fucking. She made it a point to really ramp up her thrusting, her hips reaching the point of being a blur, drawing more visible, loud orgasms from the over-fucked woman. Stopping the video, Victoria tapped furiously on the screen, sending the home movie to every relevant person in the contact list. With a quick movement, she had the other phone in her hand as well, having sent it there as well, and proceeded to repeat the distribution, no doubt sending it to many of the same people twice. Once she was done, she threw the phones over her shoulder; they splashed loudly in the puddles of cum that littered the room.

Victoria grabbed the back of Linda's head, mashing her face even harder into the side of her sexual monolith. The whore proceeded to slobber even louder, her tongue and lips working frantically; the taste of this cock, a mix of both her and Sandra's juices, and the massive amount of seed that poured down its length, was like ambrosia to the horny slut. Victoria almost rolled her eyes as she watched the two. She knew neither had registered what happened, their minds entirely focused on giving and receiving insane amounts of pleasure. Besides, she owned them now, so why would they care?

And they in fact, didn't care. Victoria had been absolutely right: neither of them processed what had happened, their brains too focused the action in front of them. Sandra was barely holding on, only able to focus on the feeling of being destroyed by an insane amount of girlcock. She could feel the behemoth tunneling through her insides, stretching and pounding her womb, punching her oversized tits from below. If she had any strength left in her body, she would try and raise up and use her mountainous mounds to fuck the monster protruding from her skin, but she didn't. Linda was entirely focused on sucking whatever part of the shaft she was blessed with being able to suck, only hoping that she would do a good enough job that Victoria would fuck her once more.

The futa could feel herself getting close once again. In addition to the oral worship one slut was giving her, and the vice-like grip the other's cunt had on her monster, her cock slid against the table through Sandra's torso with every thrust, which provided an usually pleasant sensation. There was only one issue, and that was the fat fucking tits this MILF had were blocking her from fucking her harder! Trying to angle her cock side to side, she pounded furiously, looking for an entrance between the cavernous valley. It took several minutes for her to succeed, and it was probably due more to her knocking the jiggling breasts to the side, then any good aim on her part.

No longer blocked by the woman's massive mammaries, Victoria's cock bulged the flesh between them, finally achieving the titfuck Sandra had wished she could accomplish. Only adding to the intense pleasure she felt already, Victoria groaned loudly as the soft cushions surrounded her shaft, the tightness they presented delectable even through the woman's stretched skin. The naked futa bucked her hips harder, her cock snaking deeper and deeper into the woman's body. She could feel it hit something else - something much harder and bonier than the pliable titflesh from before.

Sandra was knocked out of her overwhelming orgasmic reverie by something slamming into her chin. It woke her up with a start, her head lifting to look down at what caused this sudden interruption. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as she watched the outline of Victoria's titanic tip push the skin up from her chest up to her face. It disappeared for a second, before rocketing back up, once again stopping in front of her visage. This repeated several times, her head rising higher and higher until it finally crested Sandra's head. As soon as her eyes were filled with nothing but the view of her own, stretched body, they rolled back into her head and her cunt sprayed uninterrupted for over a minute, splashing loudly into the ocean of cum beneath them.

"Oh fuck yeah, here, here it cums slut!" Victoria announced, her breath growing heavy. Her hips were purely a blur now, over half of her colossal cock shooting up through Sandra's body before pulling out until only the head remained inside, then punching back up through her insides. Linda could barely keep up, the veiny shaft simply sawing against her lips as she watched in amazement at the brutal fucking before her. The gurgling sounds filled the air once more as the futa's balls began to deliver their payload - thick, virile sperm audibly churning and sloshing in her inhumanly large sack. Victoria's cock grew once more, adding inches of thickness and length as her cumslit flared to the size of a mouth.

With a loud moan, her orgasm began. Embedding her cock as deep into the slut as she could, the first blast of cum raced up her urethra; the cumvein bulged and widened as the insane amount of seed filled it to near-bursting. The stretched skin in front of Sandra's face blew up like a balloon, before shooting back down into her body. Her skin would inflate then momentarily deflate as the thick sludge settled lower in her abdomen. This process repeated over and over again, seemingly having no end as Victoria's first shot went on and on. The coffee table holding Sandra creaked and groaned from the combined weight of her body, Victoria's cock, and the gallons of semen being released into her body every second.

Victoria didn't let up. She held the bimbo's hips tightly, her fingers denting the flesh. Sandra's stomach grew larger and larger, pushing her entire body upward while still expanding out to the sides. Victoria could feel the coffee table begin to shake, and knew what was coming next. This only encouraged her further, and her next discharge was even more forceful than the first. Just as the futa was about to pull out, instinctively knowing when one of her fucktoys was at their limits, the legs of the table snapped, sending the overinflated slut plummeting towards the ground.

A loud crash rang out through the room as her stomach, which had grown larger than a yoga ball, slammed into the ground, splintering the table under its enormous weight. At the same time, Victoria's cock sprang free, bouncing up and down from the recoil of being so forcefully removed, still spraying cum. That same, second jet of semen that had filled Sandra to the maximum, fired across the room, covering the couch, ceiling and glass door across the room. Focusing, Victoria grabbed her cock and spun to the side, slapping Linda in the face with her giant log of an appendage, sending the shocked slut sprawling backwards.

Her massive meat blasted its load against the wall for several moments before Victoria was able to aim it downwards, her muscles flexing from the effort. The futa let out her cum cannon fire off its unending salvo directly at the pregnant-looking woman, rebathing her in her essence. The thick sludge that already coated her body was immediately replaced, this new boiling hot load coated her in seconds. Linda didn't even have time to react before her face was covered, blinding and choking her due to all the dense goo that filled her mouth, its perpetually-open state working against the bimbo. She could barely empty her maw before it was filled again, Victoria shaking her cock up and down in order to completely cover her.

Turning back to the comatose slut lying above a bed of broken wood, Victoria proceeded to drown in her cum as well. Another unbroken stream released from the end of her prodigious pole, arcing over the bloated bimbo's body, and drenching the couch once more before the futa adjusted her cock's direction. Sandra's head got hit first, her hair and face hidden under a mound of white sludge. The shot trailed down her back, the viscous goop running down the sides of her body and covering the sides of her enlarged midsection. Victoria let the stream blast into her winking asshole and constantly-leaking cunt, sending the cum straight back up into her womb.

After making sure the woman no longer resembled a human, appearing to be more of a hill of slushy snow than a living being, Victoria did what she hadn't in weeks: let her cock fire where it may. Nothing in the room was spared. The TV and the mix of consoles and other electronics were ruined instantaneously, rendered useless under the gallons of goo seeping into their every nook and cranny. The walls and ceiling were repainted to a much more shiny coat of white, and that same coat of white dripped down like a localized rainstorm had formed in the room. Now completely unrecognizable, the once-black couch received the same treatment, cum trickling between the cushions and onto the floor.

As Victoria's unreal orgasm started to slow, she strolled over to Linda, who was still wiping her face of the blinding mask of pearly liquid that covered it, and grabbed her by the back of the head. Seeing a small opening in the sludge, she forced her cockhead into the gap between the sliding sheets of semen. While Linda couldn't see what was happening, she knew; she knew by the taste, the heat, the feel of the steely object forcing her lips apart. She immediately choked once more, cum shooting out of her nose in twin rockets, as more gouts of cum filled her maw. Victoria held her head firmly against her giant glans, looking around the room and admiring her the handiwork of her insane virility.

What to do next?

The sun began to set, dipping between buildings and foliage as it cast the sky into darkness. The already-dark apartment grew even dimmer, the few streams of natural light that managed to pierce the rare, unblocked window, disappearing with the fading of the day. This abode was mostly silent, only the sounds of scraping and scratching echoing through its rooms. Two men in hazmat-resembling suits were hard at work, sweating under their heavy protection. One man, who was running a long-handled metal tool against the off-white crusted carpet, turned around, his eyes following the sun's descent.

Placing his cleaning tool against the wall, he set his hands against his hips and groaned; god it had been a long day. Stretching his back and arms, doing his best to free them from the stiffness that ran through his body, he reached into a pocket and pulled out his phone. Leaning against the only semi-clean wall in the entryway, he scrolled through it, making a mental note of the late hour. It was about time to finish up for the day.

Extending his arms out once more, a satisfying crack echoing through the hall, he rolled his shoulders and put his phone back into his pocket. Grabbing his flashlight from the pile of tools next to him, he turned it on and began to walk deeper into the apartment. His heavy boots crunched as they stomped through thickened substance that covered nearly everything in his path. Turning a corner, he flashed his own light towards the source of another; his young companion was hard at work, collecting cracked sheets into a bucket to be disposed of when they left. The kid was a hard worker that's for sure.

"Jimmy!" Greg called out loudly, his voice muffled by the mask covering his face, "it's just about time for us to start packing up. You ready?"

"Damn, is it time already?"

"More than time. Gettin' dark outside."

"Time flies when you're… well I can't call this fun." Jimmy joked and turned around, bending over to begin collecting his tools. Greg smirked from under his mask and moved back towards the entrance. Over the next several minutes, the pair gathered their cleaning instruments and lugged them back to the van, shoving and forcing them into the overly cramped vehicle. It took both fit men to carry several of the completely-filled barrels of waste, heaving them into the van with a grunt. Once they were done, Greg got into the driver's seat, taking off his mask and starting the car, while Jimmy made sure the cones and tapes properly blocked off the entrance to the apartment.

"Man what a day!" Jimmy exclaimed, taking a deep breath as he took off his mask, his ginger hair soaked with sweat. Greg chuckled and pulled out of the complex, heading back to headquarters. The pair drove in silence through the sleepy city. The older of the two stared ahead, his mind drifting as he turned on to the freeway, his brain going into autopilot as he made a drive he'd done for over 20 years now. Next to him, the green-eyed young man shuffled through a pile of papers, same as he had done nearly half a day earlier.

"How long do you think this job will take us?"

"Hmm," Greg thought to himself for a moment, "at least a week, probably a week and a half. I'm gonna see if I can't get some of the disposal guys to head over in the morning tomorrow. Would make our job a lot easier if all that destroyed furniture wasn't in our way."

"That would be nice…" Jimmy trailed off, turning his head and staring out of the window, "you know, I've been doing this for like 6 months now and I just don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"How any one person can cum that much!"

"Ah," Greg chuckled to himself, amused at his companions bewilderment, "well you know, no one really knows. Science hasn't figured it out yet."

"Wait, really?"

"Mhm. Government has put a decent chunk of change into researching it, along with some private companies. Boss told me once they think it's testosterone."

"Testosterone?" Jimmy repeated, clearly confused.

"Yeah, apparently they find an insane amount of it in any of the futanari they study," Greg started explaining, pulling from his limited knowledge, "like they are being pumped full of steroids all the time, but naturally. Explains why they are so…"

Greg struggled to find the right word for a moment.

"...much. Hell, they're even way stronger than your average person."

"Strong?" Jimmy questioned, "I've never heard anything about that."

"Well yeah. Most people focus on the other parts that make them different from us. But trust me, I've had first hand experience."

"Oh you have, have you?" Jimmy said, making a face, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

"Mind out of the gutter!" the older man reprimanded again with a laugh, "way back in the day, when the company was first getting started, a bunch of us, including the boss, went out for drinks. Somehow we ended up arm wrestling, me and the boss. I swear she slammed my hand down so hard onto the table I thought it would crack! And I was strapping young lad back then!"

Greg chuckled as he reminisced, his cheeks reddening at the memory.

"It certainly was, uh, something."

Victoria was standing atop the couch, her bare toes sinking into the swamp of semen that covered its leather surface. Her cock was pointed towards the ground, literally looking like a third leg from the angle it shot out from. The head and several inches of shaft were hidden, stuffed between two massive, jiggling spheres of flesh that bounced back and forth in time with Victoria's almost-mechanical thrusts. The owner of this rotund rear was currently lying on her shoulders, her head against the ground and pointed up towards the ceiling, with her legs bent backward so her heel-clad feet were nearly touching the sides of her face. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, occasionally licking her lips as spouts of cum leaked from her gaping pussy, which looked stretched enough to fit her head into, back onto her already-drenched face.

While Linda was being anally stuffed, her once-tight asshole being used as a sheathe for the futa's awesome appendage, Sandra was lying up against the opposite end of the couch. Her pregnant-with-triplets looking stomach rested heavily on her legs. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her fingers completely submerged in the deep sea of cum that filled the room. Her head lolled against the top of her belly, her eyes barely open, the woman only just conscious enough to watch the anal destruction before her. Of course, her skin was entirely dyed a pure white color, the numerous loads that washed over her form practically enough to undo the tan she had worked so hard to maintain. Slowly, her stomach grew smaller as more sperm gushed from her punished pussy, adding to the ocean of white that was nearly high enough to touch the bottom of the couch.

Pistoning her hips hard, the couch squeaking under her powerful legs, Victoria fucked the bimbo into another orgasm purely from the pressure her cock put on her cunt through her ass. The futa stared around the room as she forced another inch into the tight hole, her eyes squinting as the last rays of light disappeared from behind a window. Fuck. How long had she been at it!? She was doing so good in keeping the aftermath of her lust contained, and these two stupid whore's just had to ruin it! Victoria's fists clench as she ramped up her downward thrusts, barreling more of her bitch breaker into Linda, a scream flying from her lips.

Why couldn't she control herself!? She'd already ruined one apartment, and probably a pair of lives, and here she was doing it again! Why was she like this? Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Victoria did her best to bury her anger as deep as she could. She could still be better. This wasn't the end! Yes, she would be better, after just… just a few more orgasms. Then she would reevaluate. A familiar rumbling in her enormous cum factories pulled her from her self-reflection. Opening her eyes, she stared back down at Linda, whose body was practically being lifted by just the strength of her cock. Victoria's usual smile crept onto her lips as she watched those fat fucking cheeks slam into her pole, wobbling back and forth wildly from the power of her pumps.

Yes, there would be time for improvement… later.

Chapter 5: Victoria Attends The First Ever Futanari Fashion Show

Summary:

Victoria is invited to be a part of the first ever Futanari Fashion show, a life-changing event!

Notes:

Hello all! Been a long time since we've seen Victoria in action, hope ya'll didn't miss her too much. This one is a deeper delve into Victoria as a person and at least partially why the way she is. Curious to see what everyone thinks! Hope you enjoy her return!

Comments and feedback are always appreciated :)

This story was released over a month ago, and you can find out where and how to read other works of mine early on my Twitter: /misterretsim_

Chapter Text

"God I look like shit…"

Victoria mumbled to herself as she leaned over the sink in Dylan's apartment, a finger pulling at the bottom lid of one of her eyes. The muddy iris rolled around, revealing the reddened sclera underneath, the veins lacing the once-white surface prominent from a lack of sleep. Letting her hand drop she blinked several times, hoping that it might return them to a more relaxed-looking state. Shaking her head, Victoria sighed and looked at her nude form in full once again, studying it for the first time in weeks if not months , finding herself standing in front of the mirror now that she wasn't engaging in her base desires or sleeping.

She had gotten paler, that much was obvious. Her once sun-kissed flesh had given away to something more ghostly, hinting at her increasingly shut-in lifestyle. The straight black hair she possessed had grown unruly and incredibly long, hanging down past her breasts, no longer shining with any natural luster, the ends split and frayed from a lack of care. Pink lips cracked, cheeks a bit on the gaunt side, and her skin dry as hell - she really hadn't given any thought to her appearance as of late; but as her eyes roamed downward, she realized that the rest of her body looked much better, even if it didn't make much sense that it would!

'Muscular' is the best way Victoria could describe herself now.

Whether it came from all the intense fucking she engaged in for hours on end everyday of her life or from something else, she was unsure about, but the results showed regardless. She had always been strong, her body toned from the aforementioned form of exercise she constantly participated in, but her visible strength was reaching new, astounding levels. It didn't look like there was an ounce of fat on her torso – except her breasts, which still maintained their large, firm size – but she didn't look malnutritioned either; instead she gave off the impression that she spent all her waking moments in the gym, something that was the furthest from the truth. It had been weeks since she'd even stepped outside of the apartment she had been living in for months now!

Her biceps bulged even when they were relaxed, responsible for many torn sleeves on her dresses and shirts, intentionally or not. Blue and purple veins were clear through her whitened-skin, giving her a perpetually 'pumped' look, like she was in a constant state of having just finished lifting weights. The muscles on her shoulders had grown as well, giving the area under her chin a hill-like appearance, dips and ridges of brawn coating her body. Below her still-feminine looking chest a six-pack had formed, not terribly prominent but enough to add to her increasingly impressive physique. A set of muscles she didn't know the name of – the serratus – that covered her ribcage were set in place like a series of stone slabs armoring her abdomen.

That wasn't even speaking of her legs, which had been boosted by whatever unknown source of power had been enhancing her being. Her thighs had always been large – probably from having to support her hyper-sized endowment – but now they were like huge, molded marble pillars, filled with the exquisite curvature of swollen muscle. Victoria's calves were much the same, magnified, keeping her stabilized as she moved around and plowed into pussies and assholes. With a body as hard as stone, Victoria felt and looked like a force to not be reckoned with, the giant set of protuberances hanging from her flat groin amplifying her intimidating presence.

Like the rest of her, her genitalia had grown as well. Victoria wasn't sure by how much, but, as she took a step back from the mirror to get a better look at herself, the fact that it was bigger was obvious. Even flaccid her cock reached the ground when she stood straight - but that wasn't anything new. It had been a facet of her life for more than half a year now! Currently, however, it didn't just press against the floor, it slumped onto it, coiling in on itself, inches of meaty shaft weighing heavily atop each other and her fat glans. While she hadn't measured it, the last time that had taken place when she was at the doctor's office, she could tell it had gotten even more ridiculous. When she got hard, which was often, the amount that it had filled out was extremely exemplified.

Despite its soft nature, Victoria's cock was still a grotesque, exaggerated version of what even most of her fellow futanari possessed. It was dark in hue, much darker than her regular skin tone, especially in its current, ethereal state. Arteries and blood vessels laced it so thoroughly that it looked like the map of the city's subway system was etched across the tough flesh, each one pumping insane amounts of blood through it whether it was erect or not. When it was limp it's girth was almost as absurd as its length, giving her an actual, albeit unbalanced, three-legged look; two hands might be enough to wrap around it right now, but that would quickly change as soon as it began to stiffen and rise. Her cockhead was much the same, a bright pink that would turn a deep scarlet upon excitement, just as wide as the beast it was attached to, and almost always throbbing and leaking lubrication in preparation for the sex it was constantly craving.

Behind her enormous crotch rocket was the source of her liquid virility that seemed to be in a never ending supply. The entirety of her scrotum was massive, a huge hairless sack that contained a couple of corpulent cum containers. Her ball-bag covered her legs when she wasn't standing with them akimbo, from the top of her thighs to below her knees, weighed down by the gravid orbs within; each one put a basketball to shame easily , and that was just in their resting state! Victoria, and anyone who was touching them, could feel the perpetual brewing of seed, the twin globes rumbling against each other nonstop; if someone got close enough, they would be able to hear a light rumbling emanating from their core, a disturbance that only got louder the more powerful her arousal grew. Despite all of this, their inhuman mass only began to hint at the amount of progeny packed within them, her output copious and forceful once it started.

Okay, maybe she didn't look that bad.

There was a good reason she was looking at herself, studying and critiquing every inch of her incessantly growing figure. After her appointment at the hospital for the futanari study, the doctor, Samantha Daley, had kept in contact with her, letting her know that in practically every regard she was the epitome of health; these updates and correspondences surprised Victoria at first, until she realized that it was probably no doubt due to her off-the-charts measurements and ejaculate. Apparently the benefactor that had funded the private medical study had their hands in many different things, all revolved around the development and life of this third sex, with Dr. Daley being one of the outlets they used to due to their bidding. This is how Victoria learned about what was being called the "First Ever Futanari Fashion Show" and had received information about the selection process for this event.

Somewhat shockingly, it was being held in the same city she resided in; though, the more the overdeveloped futa thought about it the more it made sense. There were many others like her that had taken part in the study as she had learned, meaning this slice of urban dwelling must have been a hotbed for fellow futanari. To her continued shock, the information had acted as an invite - Victoria figured her behavior during the whole testing process may have blacklisted her for any kind of further involvement with these types of things. After some consideration, she decided to go for it, because in the end what the hell did she have to lose if she did!?

This is what led her to what she was doing now. She didn't usually give her appearance much thought these days, everything else secondary to trying to satiate her unbridled lust - it didn't seem to matter what she looked like to the all the people she fucked anyway, so she had a tendency to care just as little as they did. As a consequence this was the first time she had looked at herself, really looked at herself, in the mirror in ages, and she wasn't overly happy with what she saw. It was gonna take some work to make herself presentable for this 'tryout' so to speak, but she wasn't about to appear before a bunch of potential competition looking like shit!

Having gathered all the makeup and other beauty products she could find in the apartment, she got to work prettying herself up. Concealer to cover the heavy bags under her eyes, mascara to try to add some femininity to that same area, and some eyeliner to touch the whole thing up. Lip gloss was applied to fix the dried-out look of her mouth, and Victoria applied a liberal amount of lotion to her features as well. Spritzing her hair with a misty concoction she'd found under the sink, she brushed out it as well as she could, not wanting to risk fucking it all up by trying to give herself a last minute trim. Casting a critical glare over herself, she found herself… satisfied by what she saw. She looked almost girly for the first time in what had to have been years, like she was going on an actual date instead of hunting for new pussy to wreck like she did on the rare outings she went on.

Now for the hard part.

The toilet next to her had the clothing she was going to attempt to wear folded neatly on top of it. Reaching out, she grabbed the first item, something that almost looked alien compared to the rest of the more normal garments. It was a pair of black, altered compression shorts, one that had been changed to look like it belonged to some BDSM fetishist; numerous straps and buckles adorned the crotch and thighs, along with an expanded pouch in the front. Victoria had found that her usual makeshift belts and ties were failing her more and more, and she had looked online for something different to contain her mass of sexual organs, scouring some of the rare, custom futanari-catering stores that existed. It was a costly purchase due to the extra 'features' she had added to it, but hopefully it would be worth the price.

Stepping into them, the hyper hung futa began to pull the shorts up to her waist; as she did, she tried to her best to scoop up her sagging genitalia into it, wincing as they were crammed together far too tightly. Her cock bunched together, lifting her enormous testicles with it until it looked like a mish-mash of veins and pulsing flesh rolled up into a pile was sticking from her groin. Managing to get the shorts over her crotch with some difficulty, she quickly snapped the buttons at the top together, and then began to work through all the securing bands. She had to literally wrap her cock around itself and halfway across her thigh just to have enough room for her giant balls, followed by its strapping down, which was a whole process in itself. The entire pair of compression-type shorts clung to her legs like a second skin, somehow containing the massive ponderous package hanging off her body. It was uncomfortable as hell, but hopefully she wouldn't have to wear it for more than a couple of hours.

Victoria took a few laps around the bathroom before she continued dressing, testing the limits of the article of clothing, lifting her legs and doing squats to make sure it was durable enough to handle everything she gave it. Satisfied, she grabbed a light blue blouse she had bought online, one size up from what she normally purchased, and threw it on; it clung to her biceps and large chest in a form-fitting manner, but it didn't feel like it would tear at the slightest provocation like most of her tops. She had foregone a bra, never really needing one through her whole life, her breasts firm and plump without aid. A long skirt was next, black to help conceal her ridiculous endowment, that buttoned up in the front. Complimenting all of this was a pair of navy sandals that left her unpainted toes exposed, aiding to the air of casual properness she was hoping to obtain. Stepping back again, she looked at herself in the mirror and blushed.

She, uh, she looked good!

Never full of self-hatred about her appearance, she was still very surprised by just how pretty she had managed to make herself. She didn't really… really do things like this. It felt weird, it didn't feel quite like her . She looked like a prim and proper lady instead of the wild sex-addict she knew she was. There was an essence of uncomfortability that resonated through her being, and Victoria could feel her discomfort begin to turn to anger. Taking a deep breath, she crossed her arms and tried to relax, rubbing her hands on her biceps. Fiddling with her outfit, she tugged at the short sleeves of her top, flattened her skirt down – which was doing a very good job of hiding her futahood – and pulled up the V-neckline the blouse was styled in, trying to cover up her cleavage. Victoria wasn't sure what it was about the way she had dressed herself, not that different from how she usually went out, but there was something different about it this time, something more refined about the style she had chosen this time. Maybe it was the intention that made her feel so off.

Shouldering a purse she had 'borrowed' from Jessica's mother, she put her phone and wallet – which was also filled with appropriated cash and credit cards – into it and made her way out of the apartment. She passed by the guest bedroom as she did, incoherent moans and groans emanated from its depths; Victoria knew their source, considering she was the cause of it! All morning had been spent doing her best to quell her libido, using her normal 'harem' as it quickly seemed to be turning into for all they worth, along with several others she had called over recently. It was mostly a success, although her last load was one she had to take care of herself before her shower, something that was becoming increasingly common for the young futa.

They had better be awake by the time she got back!

Stepping out of the apartment, she made her way towards the nearest bus stop. The sun was shining high in the sky, a gentle, Spring breeze brushing against her skirt and revealing her pale legs. Trying her best to ignore it, Victoria checked her phone, making doubly-sure that she knew where she was headed while she waited for her means of transportation to show up. A part of her was filled by a constant urge to turn heel or to wipe at her face, but she resisted. She could do this. No one was staring at her, no one was ogling her body, no one was making a spectacle out of her appearance - it was all in her mind! The bus showed up in a manner of minutes, and Victoria hurried onto it; her eyes automatically scanned over the other riders, and she found herself faced with another issue she hadn't considered.

Sitting amongst them was an attractive woman: dark skin, a mane of curly brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and a generously proportioned body to top it off. The stranger's face had a bored expression plastered across it but all it did was manage to give her a sultry look, her eyes half-lidded over, her mouth slightly open like it was waiting for a nice fat cock to slide into it. Just her type! Victoria didn't know what it was, but she had always had a kind of sixth sense when it came to people, like some primitive instinct she still possessed let her know who would be more susceptible to her specific charms - and it was currently screaming at her! She found herself staring for what was probably an inappropriate amount of times, eyes tracing over the stranger's voluptuous figure over and over again, her mind going to a place it shouldn't have, shaking her composure.

It would be so easy to just go over and sit next to the stranger, sandwich her between herself and the window. She wouldn't say anything, just rudely plop down next to her, and then spread her legs. The woman might say something but Victoria wouldn't care because she knew something that the dark-skinned beauty didn't. Once her legs were far apart, she'd slowly lift up her skirt, revealing the smuggled package beneath it, something that was sure to grab her attention. Then slowly, piece by piece, she'd undo all the straps and buckles until her genitalia sagged onto the floor, the shorts bunched at her ankles. By now the random bus-rider would be ogling her, mouth open, her cheeks flush. Casually, Victoria might scratch her shaft or move it around a little like she was getting comfortable before moving onto the next step in her plan.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world, she'd heave it up and slap it across the gorgeous girl's lap. The woman might gasp or try to say something, but any protest she would have would fall on deaf ears - Victoria knew better. With just as much informal ease, she'd raise her snaking serpent up towards the woman's face and begin to stroke it, making sure that her giant glans were pointed at her features, and then it would be just like she did to that blonde that one day. Her cock would gush a helping of precum over the girl's visage. That would cement everything in place. Whoever the woman was would immediately go wild, and begin to suck her off right there on the bust, gulping down her seed, doing whatever Victoria wanted her too. She'd have her fun with the stranger until it was time for her stop and then…

Eyes having glazed over, Victoria shook her head before gulping loudly and sitting down in the closest seat she could find, wincing as she landed on her pulsing genitalia due to a lack of caution on her part. The images she had concocted continued to play in her brain, and her hands raked at the material of the seat. Attempting to calm herself, Victoria took several deep breaths, and after some time she had mostly cleared her mind, managing to push the lurid thoughts out. She couldn't do that, not today - this was no time to accidentally dirty her outfit with public sexual shenanigans after all! Her libido couldn't ruin this day, not like it had so many in the past. Falling back into the seat, Victoria managed to regain control of her senses and turned her head towards the window, hoping the passing scenery would help her with this self-imposed conundrum. Who knew it would be so hard to fight your natural urges?

Busying her brain with anything that wasn't her base desires, Victoria tried to prep herself for any questions the modeling agency might ask; she wasn't really sure what to expect, realistically, having never considered a career in fashion. Would they ask her to walk like a model? To try on clothing? How much personal information did she need to give them? Questions like these occupied her thoughts as the world passed by her by through a dirty window, the cacophony of the city and the chatter of the bus's other patrons unable to interrupt her contemplation. This had the added bonus of unintentionally keeping her libido in check, the constant stirring beneath her dress going ignored by its owner, although if she did start to get aroused it would certainly be the true test of her shorts durability!

Before she knew it and to her relief, she was already at her stop.

The building in front of her was grandiose. It caught her eye as soon as she stepped off of the vehicle, standing out from the businesses around it in the downtown area of the city. Reaching towards the sky, it appeared as though it had been recently given a fresh coat of bright red paint, and the name of the company that owned it was emblazoned by a flashy sign across its front, making it unique amongst the drab office spaces that flanked its sides. A decorative fountain of a Renaissance-style Cherub pouring water from a vase adorned the middle of the courtyard in front of it, surrounded by smartly dressed workers that were mixed with fashionably adorned others - others that Victoria guessed were probably models or prospective designers. Her feelings of alienation were enhanced as she took in these sights, and Victoria once again pulled at different parts of her ensemble as if to make the whole thing easier.

Luckily, the normal expression that she wore was what was referred to as 'resting bitch face' and it acted as a natural deterrent for anyone who might give her shit about how she looked; combined with the fact that her choice in a tighter-top didn't hide her seemingly unnatural musculature, her large biceps and shredded abs sticking out through the lightly-colored blouse, meant that only the bravest of souls would try and approach her uninvited. Remembering all of this, Victoria strengthened her stance and began to walk towards the entrance, not giving anyone around her a single glance, putting a powerful stride in her step. Slipping through the rotating glass doors, she marched directly for the secretary at the front of the lobby, continuing to ignore those around her.

The receptionist was as beautiful as could be expected from someone who worked at such a distinct place of business. Victoria could only really see her torso, and she was dressed in a way that combined the people wandering around the premises' choice in clothing, her outfit professional yet stylish; a smart-looking jacket, no doubt designer, covered her modest chest, which was enveloped by a dark pink button-up shirt. A pair of small, square glasses rested on her nose, covering a pair of baby blue eyes framed by bleached-blonde hair, her face scrunched in concentration as she rapidly tapped her fingers against the keyboard in front of her. She had a kind of refined beauty the futa hadn't seen in awhile, and once again her loins began to come alive beneath her skirt, which she did her best to disregard.

Victoria waited for a greeting, standing awkwardly a few inches away from the desk.

"Hello," the blonde finally looked up at her from behind her monitor, albeit just barely, "how can I help you?"

"Uh hi," Victoria stuttered, the fish-out-of-water feeling she was struggling with deepening, "I'm here for a modeling appointment."

The secretary rolled her eyes.

"That narrows it down. Who are you supposed to be meeting with?"

"I'm not sure?" Victoria's teeth grit for a moment, her cheeks turning pink, "I just know there were, um, tryouts today."

"Listen, honey," the woman's voice was becoming more condescending with each word, "this is the headquarters of National Model Management, one of the biggest modeling agencies in the world. We have dozens of shoots and interviews here every single day, with some of the most famous designers, agents and models alive working here. So you might be at the wrong place, unless you can be more specific."

"...it's the futanari modeling I'm here for…"

The futa's words came out in a quick mumble, her anger barely constrained.

"What was that? You'll need to speak properly for me to understand you."

"I'm here for the 'special' modeling session! I don't know much more about it!"

"Special…?"

She gave Victoria a confused look for a moment before typing rapidly, turning her attention towards her monitor. Taking a deep breath, Victoria glared at the rude woman as she waited, fists clenched at her sides, her forearms flexing automatically; her anger seemed to awaken her lust, two things that she was finding to be uniquely connected together, and this interaction was just confirming that fact. The futa tried to imagine anything that wasn't leaping over the desk and imposing her carnality on the blonde. She knew she could get away with it too, that same sort of 'sense' she got from the beauty on the bus emanating off the worker. If she could just take a moment to put this bitch in her place…

But for a moment, those thoughts barreled full force through her brain. It played out exactly in the way her anger-fueled lust wanted to, with her hopping onto the desk and unleashing her beast onto the bitchy woman. Her massive cock would swipe away her monitor and all the papers and pens on her workstation like a perverse broom. She'd spray as much baby batter across it and her as she could, punishing the receptionist for her transgressions, ruining her expensive outfit and everything she needed to do her job. The woman might resist at first, but Victoria was sure that she'd end up leaning over and slurping up her frothy offering before planting kisses across the futa's superior shaft.

Out in public for everyone to see, Victoria would dominate the stranger. Bend her over the messed desk and fuck her for everyone to see. Plow her until she was a gibbering, orgasmic mess. Cover her in so much cum no one would be able to tell who she was. All the models, business folks and security would get an eyeful of what Victoria could do to them and would do to them next. By the time the sun fell and the moon rose, she'd be standing amidst a pile of passed-out bodies, each one changed permanently by the best sex they'd ever get in their life. Victoria would put her clothes back on and leave, returning to her normal life, and fall back into her sex-driven routines and comfortability.

Her thoughts were cut off by the woman looking back up at her.

"Ah, you're here for that modeling gig. The special futanari show."

Victoria winced as this was spoken very loudly.

"Alright, well here's your guest pass," the receptionist slid a laminated badge across the desk, "and you can find the waiting room on floor thirteen."

Uttering a barely-audible 'thanks' Victoria grabbed the pass and stuffed it into her purse.

"Have a good day."

This time Victoria didn't bother to say anymore, and quickly sped past the desk towards the elevators. Calming herself was becoming increasingly difficult as she was surrounded by more beautiful looking people, a growing stream of models and agents coming out of the woodwork the deeper she headed into the building. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, Victoria ignored the urgings coming from her groin, practically hyperventilating to keep herself focused. Once she reached the set of mechanical doors, she pressed on one of the buttons as fast as she could, practically bouncing on her toes as she waited for it to come back to the ground floor. It felt like an eternity before it did.

Entering the small, confined space, Victoria frowned as a few other people joined her inside of it. Standing near the panel with all the floors on it, she tried to give a polite smile as different numbers were said at her, most of the others not bothering to look up from their phones; her nostrils flared at the perceived impoliteness, but she once again steeled herself. The elevator moved at a snail's pace as it ascended floor after floor, several more people getting off and on as it did. The whole process was becoming almost unbearable for the futa, fidgeting in places with increased franticness, until it finally reached her floor. Stepping out of the steel prison quickly, she entered the next level of hell she was being forced through on this day.

The space she walked into was almost just as bad.

Lined against both walls was a multitude of chairs, almost every one occupied by a feminine looking figure. With just a quick glance, Victoria could see that they seemed to be of all ages, the youngest appearing to be barely out of high school, the oldest easily middle-aged at least; not only was there a large age range, but they seemed to come in all shapes and sizes. Some of the futanari, which Victoria took an educated guess at them all being, were thin little things, while others were tall and buff - some were even overweight. Clearly whoever was putting this whole thing together wasn't picky about the shape the participants were in, or was at least casting a wide net to get as many participants as they could. Before Victoria could be hit by another wave of anxiety by realizing what kind of people were seated around her, an assistant by the elevator doors addressed her.

"Hello, are you here for the Futanari Fashion Show interviews?"

Victoria almost winced again until she remembered the company that she was in, and turned towards the speaker of the question. It was a younger man this time, wearing a black turtleneck and tight jeans, his hair cut short in a side-swept manner. A large tablet was in hands, which he fiddled with as he spoke to her and leaned against the wall by the entrance to the hall. He looked like something out of chique fashion magazine, from his black-rimmed glasses to his polished shoes, which made sense considering where they were. Clearing her throat, Victoria grabbed her purse in preparation and mustered a response.

"Uh yeah I am. Do I need to sign in anywhere?"

"Just give me a name, please."

"Victoria, oh, uh, Victoria Meyer."

"Victoria…" he muttered under his breath, scrolling with his finger across the device's screen, "Ah, you're already on our list Ms. Meyer. Please take a seat and wait to be called."

Nodding at him, Victoria scanned over the crowd of waiting would-be models and found an empty seat. Placing her purse on her lap as she sat, she went back to inspecting the other futanari, realizing that she had never really known any others in her life – minus the doctor – and had, at least to her knowledge, never seen so many gathered in one place. Her eyes automatically went to their groins as she looked from person to person; some were dressed more modestly like she was, while many had their packages displayed prominently and proudly. Much like the people they were attached to, they too ranged in sizes. Much to Victoria's cocky delight, however, none of them would compare to the bulge that she would be showing off if she had a bit less shame about that part of her. This knowledge that she may have been the best, so to speak, futa amongst everyone here helped put her at ease about the whole thing.

There was something else that let her know she wasn't alone in her unique-genitalia situation: that smell. A kind of smelly smell. The smelly smell that smelled… smelly . Maybe it was because she was a futanari herself, but Victoria could pick up a distinct odor, the same one she seemed to emanate regardless of how much she cleaned herself. From what she had learned from that bimbo nurse, it was probably pheromones of some kind, and in this compact space with so many bodies giving them off at the same time, it was practically concentrated in its potency, a musk you could almost see . If she wasn't so used to it it might have awoken the arousal she was holding back, and she wondered for a moment how the non-futa in the area were dealing with it. Past experience told her it made this whole place ripe for a spontaneous orgy!

Accidentally catching the eye of one of the participants across from her, Victoria gave her a more focused once-over - futa or not, she was very pretty! Her blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and it let her show off her smiling face unobstructed. Sparkling blue eyes and a toothy grin defined her features, she was also as pale as Victoria was. Her body was much smaller and modest than the futa's own, and Victoria almost sneered at the bulge she was packing in her tight jeans that ran down most of one of her thighs; imagine being proud of something so small, it didn't even reach her knees! It was clear this tiny blonde was checking her out as well, and Victoria resisted the urge to flex or lift her skirt a little to let the other futanari know just how outclassed she was.

And what if she did?

What if she just unfurled her junk from her shorts and let this other futa know how outmatched, outclassed she was by comparison? Show her that the cock she no doubt bragged about to any woman who would listen couldn't compare to her own? Display that she was the alpha in the room and that no one else could hold a candle to her? The small blonde would fall to her knees in worship, the rest of the futanari in the hall following suit; and those that didn't would just leave, knowing they were nothing next to her and that there wasn't anything they could do to stop her rampage. Surrounded on all sides by willing sluts who wanted to please her. Hands, mouths, holes all available to her exclusively. A bevy of new, unequal partners to add her to her ever growing list of on-call carnal outlets. And she wouldn't hesitate to take full advantage of them!

She'd start with all the ones cocky enough to show off their insignificant bulges in her presence. Making them line up first, she'd have them disrobe one by one and put her soft cock against their hard ones, showing how much more hung she was compared to each of them without even getting hard. Then she'd fuck them. Each and every single one that stuck around would feel her wrath for trying to even compete with her, and she'd plow them into submission until they realized how useless their pitiful little dicks were and that they were nothing more than holes for their betters to use. Victoria wouldn't stop until the whole hallway was flooded with cum and everyone was unconscious from pleasure, including the assistants and anyone else who walked in. Maybe if she still wasn't satisfied she'd head out into the lobby and teach that bitch secretary a lesson like she had fantasized about earlier…

Realizing she was turning herself on, Victoria stopped her thoughts in their tracks and grabbed at the sides of the chair as if to steady herself. Staring up towards the ceiling, she did her best to ignore the world around her as she waited for her name to be called, fighting back her urges yet again today. Would they ever stop? The blonde across from her suddenly hopped up as her name was called, drawing her attention. Victoria vaguely heard the name 'Ashley' spoken into the hallway as she did, and she cast an uninterested glance at the opened door where the interviews were apparently being held, noting that it looked like a regular office space from what she could tell, another hottie that worked here letting the futanari in. Almost just as quickly, the door closed behind the assistant and the futanari, and Victoria once again drifted off, closing her eyes and letting her mind wander as she waited for her turn.

Naturally her thoughts turned towards the future.

If she was being honest with herself, it wasn't something she gave much thought too. Maybe it was due to her youth or her lifestyle, but for now she was content to roam and fuck her way through the city to her heart's content, not feeling any immediate urge to try and make something of herself; she wasn't even really sure if she had dreams or goals currently. She was enrolled in college, technically, but Victoria couldn't remember the last time she set foot on the campus. Was she still considered a student? Probably not, now that she mulled it over - she hadn't ever bothered signing up for classes when the last semester started. Might be something to look into when she was done here.

But would it actually matter? What if… what if this whole modeling thing worked out? What if she became one of the first ever futanari models in the world and it changed her life? She'd never had any aspirations of fame or anything like that – not that she would necessarily mind being rich – but that could always change. Having an actual job, one where she was fawned over and catered to, might be a nice change of pace. Victoria had never worked a day in her life, but could modeling really be considered a real job? The people who did it were basically glorified mannequins, though she didn't find that line of work exactly unappealing the more she considered it.

She could see herself now. Waltzing down a catwalk, wearing clothes tailored specifically to her and for others just like her. The flashing of cameras as her beauty and elegance was captured. Journalists scribbling in their notebooks. Returning to her dressing room only to find a gaggle of admirers, assistants and other models outside of it, ones she could whisk away for a bit of fun. Being famous and loved meant she would have no issues finding new partners – not that she did right now – but it would mean they would come to her, rather than having to hunt for them like she currently did. Reporters, fans, people trying to woo her to wear their futanari-centric clothing. Life would be… better .

Okay, maybe the fantasy was a bit antiquated, but she still found herself spellbound by it!

Still, this kind of career would open many other doors for her. Acting, designing, becoming some kind of socialite or whatever they called it these days - the possibilities felt endless! The image of her dressed in expensive fabrics, walking down a runway, surrounded by the rich continued to flash through her brain. She hadn't even had the interview yet, but the whole thing felt so close she could almost taste it. Wealth, admiration, pleasure - all of it could be hers if she just didn't fuck this whole thing up! And perhaps, if it all did work out, she might be able to find out what was happening to her body…

"Victoria Meyer!"

Victoria had been totally ignorant to the passage of time, lost in her reverie; the calling of names, the stomping of feet and doors, and every other source of sound was completely blocked out by the chorus of cheers and music playing in her brain - that was until her own name was called. It barely registered to Victoria that someone was using her full name, so unused to hearing even her first name outside of cries and moans of pleasure. For a moment, she almost thought it was still part of her fantasy, only realizing after a full minute that the voice that had spoken it was far too loud and real in her ears for it to be coming from her own internal monologue.

Victoria bolted up with a start, almost dropping her purse.

"Uh hi, yes," she spoke out awkwardly, heading whipping around to re-find the door where the interviews were being held, "I'm here."

"I see that," the voice came from that stylishly dressed assistant holding a tablet that matched the person's at the elevator doors, "you can follow me. It's your turn."

Nodding her head, Victoria quickly made her way over, very aware that all eyes were on her from the other waiting futanari. She passed by the assistant, a lithe brunette, and entered the interview room. Pausing as she stepped in, she waited for the smartly-dressed girl to close the door behind her and lead her further in. It was a pretty standard office, filled with desks, filing cabinets and potted plants littered about the room - the only way it was unique was the modeling posters lining the walls. Victoria was led to a large desk where an older woman was sitting; the woman was wearing more casual but no less expensive-looking clothing, and her wrinkled eyes were scanning over a set of folders and papers in front of her, spinning a pen between her long fingers. Standing, waiting to be assessed like a piece of prime-cut meat, Victoria clutched her purse in front of her groin awkwardly.

"Hello Ms. Meyer," the older woman spoke up, "my name is Dolores McCartney, the designer running this… unique show. If you don't mind, my assistant here will take your measurements to start things off."

"O-Okay."

"Get started now, Penny."

"Yes Mrs. McCartney," Penny, the assistant, replied and unraveled a tape measure as she approached Victoria, "Please, hold out your arms."

Dropping her purse at her feet, Victoria did just that.

"Height - 72 inches."

There was a scratching of pen on paper as Dolores began writing out the measurements. The thin tape was wrapped around and stretched across almost every part of Victoria's body, number after number called out in rapid succession. Victoria wasn't sure she had ever felt so out of place like she did now, T-posing amongst a couple of strangers; every time Penny got close to her groin, Victoria bit her lip and tensed, unsure if that part of her was amongst the measurements being taken. As every section of her body and each limb was counted and calculated, the futa took a moment to observe the woman who would be deciding her fate.

She was attractive in an older, elegant way. Victoria had no doubt that she had worked in this industry for years, fighting her way up the ranks, making herself a standout amongst the other designers, probably even starting out as a model herself - more than likely why she was picked for this whole one-of-a-kind event. Her face was tan and wrinkled, but not excessively so, her arms thin and delicate. Dolores possessed a good size bust from what Victoria could see, her vision blocked by the deft movement of the woman's hands moving around the desk and the assistant bobbing and weaving in and out of her line of sight. Honestly, if Victoria aged just like she had, she wouldn't be upset - hell, maybe she could be in the same place as her 30 years from now!

Luckily, it didn't look like they were going to gauge the length or width of her cock, and after some time, the assistant seemed to have finally finished, and she took a step back towards the desk, possibly awaiting further instructions. There was a silence that filled the room as the designer looked over the notes she had taken, her eyes squinting as she read them back to herself. Cautiously, Victoria lowered her arms back to her sides, and once again stood there awkwardly as she waited for her judgment to come; she had to remind herself to breathe, the anticipation killing her; there wasn't even time for her brain to go wild yet, like it was saving the intense fantasies for whether the news she was about to receive was good or not. The assistant, Penny, waited quietly as well, undoubtedly curious about the decision as well.

"Not bad," Dolores suddenly complimented, drawing a surprised look from Victoria, "more muscular than our average model, but your other numbers match up with what we'd normally look for in a potential performer."

"Oh, uh, thank you."

"Now," the designer leaned forward, her emerald-tinted eyes studying Victoria from behind a swish of neatly-cut black hair that created one large bang across her forehead, "how did you hear about us, Ms. Meyer?"

"I was told about it by Dr. Daley, who conducted a study on… people like me. One I participated in somewhat recently."

"Ah, good, we've had several others referred by her which means we can skip the next part!" Dolores scribbled several more quick notes, drawing a sigh of relief from Victoria, "And have you ever done any modeling before? For magazines? As a child? Anything at all?"

"No I have not Ms. McCartney."

Ms. McCartney waved a hand.

"No worries, we figured most of you wouldn't, but it never hurts to ask."

She grabbed her stack of papers, stapled them together, and slipped them into a tan folder.

"Well, to keep things simple, I think you have what we're looking for. Due to the uniqueness of this whole event, we've been fairly liberal with these interviews and the selection process, hence its brevity. Like I mentioned before, you are very… strong , but not as much as some of the others who have come through already. You seem like you take good enough care of yourself, we know you qualify in the other ways that are required considering who recommended you, and you have almost all of a good model's features otherwise. Since you're here anyway, I can take an educated guess and say you're interested in becoming a model, but I'll ask anyway."

Dolores McCartney folded her hands flat on the desk.

"Would you like to be part of the Futanari Fashion Show, first of its kind?"

Victoria's expression gave away the shock she'd felt at being offered the opportunity. Even while she had been out in the hallway fantasizing, she hadn't really expected to get picked, the entire thing feeling like an unobtainable pipe dream; those same fantasies flashed through her mind once more, an uncharacteristic smile of actual happiness touching her lips. At a loss for words, Victoria stared at the older woman who had just presented her with the opportunity of a lifetime like she was some made up creature like Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, a look of wonder plastered across her face. Realizing she was standing there like an idiot after a couple minutes of pregnant silence, Victoria took a deep breath.

"Ahem, um, yes I would!" She spoke a bit too excitedly, "When is it taking place?"

"That's what I like to hear," Dolores smiled back at her, although hers was much more mellow and professional, "and it will be in a couple weeks time. We'll keep you updated. Have you been told about what kind of clothing you'll be modeling?"

"Only that it's designed for futanari," for once that word didn't feel so weird on her tongue, "but besides that I don't really know much else."

"You're right. However, the specific type of clothing you and the others who've been selected will be modeling is lingerie."

Another shocked expression showed on Victoria's face.

"Specifically for your, well, extra parts. I designed them myself, partially basing them off some men's undergarments of the same nature that already exist, just more feminine and… enhanced . I'm sure you understand what I mean. There will be many sets, with matching bras and other kinds of lingerie to accompany them, and most of you will be modeling a few of the different combinations to show off everything."

"I see," Victoria responded, her brain trying to picture what clothing made for her cock could even look like, "it makes sense, but I wasn't expecting it!"

"And I'm hoping all of the people who will be attending and writing about the event won't be either!" Dolores gave a chuckle and sly grin, "I'm planning to make a big impact with this show, as is the benefactor. It will obviously be racy in nature, but that just makes the whole thing even more exciting. The fashion world will be set ablaze by this. Ah, I can't wait…"

Dolores McCartney got a far off look on her face, her smile growing wider.

"So! Are you still interested?"

Was she still interested!? It wasn't even a question! Victoria had figured it was just going to be specially altered pants like she found from some independent sellers online, clothing with more room in the crotch and legs, but lingerie? That was a whole different level! Sexy, well-made underwear that showed off her cock and balls, making them look even more appealing; that would be sure to get her more fuck buddies! Especially after the show was over… Her mind briefly returned to her previous fantasies, only enhanced by a greater magnitude - this could make her a sex symbol amongst futanari! Her answer was obvious, and she almost rushed to get it out, barely holding back her readily apparent glee.

"Yes I'm still interested! It sounds like an, um, interesting opportunity for sure."

"That it is. Here," the designer held out a paper that Penny quickly grabbed before Victoria could make a move for it, "this is the information you'll need. The date, time, and number we'll contact you from if anything changes. You don't need to do your makeup or change your hair or anything, we'll have stylists present who will get you ready. Just show up and we'll take care of the rest."

Penny handed Victoria the paper, which she folded and tucked under her arm.

"Um, sounds good. Is there anything else?"

"Not unless you have any questions."

"I don't think so. Thank you."

"Good, I'll see you at the show."

Dolores nodded at Penny, who began to head towards the door. Picking up her purse, Victoria followed as she clutched the paper she'd been handed like it was the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. The assistant gave her a wave as she exited back into the hallway, immediately calling the next name on her list. Victoria could once again feel the eyes of everyone in the room on her, studying her, wondering if she had been picked. Keeping her head down, trying to not show off her happiness, Victoria made a beeline for the elevator doors, which seemed to welcome her with open arms as soon as she reached them. Stepping inside, she hit the button for the ground floor; as the doors closed on her, she gazed at the other futa waiting, just as curious about who she would see in a few weeks time.

Victoria exited the building with a bounce in her step, feeling like she was on cloud-nine the entire time; she didn't even sneer at the receptionist who glared at her as she passed by and tossed her guest badge carelessly onto her desk! While she waited for the bus she mentally complimented herself on keeping her composure throughout the day, never giving into her anger or lust. Even though the interview room smelled heavily of the pheromones and 'scent' that potentially willing participants to her sexual impulses gave off, she managed to ignore them well enough! It definitely helped that her future was being molded in real time while she was there, for once finding something more important in life that satiating her libido.

Hell, on the bus she hardly spared a glance at those around her. Victoria was too busy looking out the window, daydreaming about never having to do this again. Once she was rich and famous, she'd get her own car or a personal driver that would chauffeur her around the city - whatever city she was in at the time. Yachts, first class flights, private jets - all of these were so close but so far away; she just needed to make it through the next couple of weeks and really shine on the runway. It was becoming harder and harder to contain her giddiness, more images of wealth and excess turning the gears in her head. She almost missed her stop, and quickly rushed off, happy to undress and take out her excitement on the people that lived with her.

Victoria practically kicked open the door to Dylan's apartment, her fingers busy unbuttoning her skirt.

"I'm home sluts! You better be awake!"

…

The two weeks flew by..

As it turns out, spending most of your time fucking and having climax after climax really helps pass the time. Who knew? Whenever she wasn't engaged in these activities or sleeping, Victoria was glued to her phone, checking her texts, emails, and calls over and over again, waiting for any correspondence. The ones she did receive were few and far between, mostly just informative messages reminding her of things she'd already known and reiterating that she needed to come bare-faced and all of that. But, to her delight, none were canceling the event or rescinding her invitation to it! Still, feelings of nervousness welled inside of her whenever her phone dinged, even if it was just usually another woman begging for her cock.

When the day finally came, she had gotten ready in much the same way she had before her interview: a morning of hardcore fucking as much as her harem could handle followed by a cold shower and getting dressed. Her outfit was very similar as well, a new, bright yellow dress that went down to her ankles, the compression shorts she had worn before – feeling confident they wouldn't give out after having been put to the test – and the same pair of sandals. Braless as usual, knowing she wouldn't need one for what was coming, she also wore her hair down, tucked behind her ears this time, also guessing that they would be doing something with it. Foregoing makeup as she was told to do, Victoria only applied some basic lotion on her body that would wash off easily. This whole process went much quicker than last time, and she was out of the apartment with her purse shouldered on her arm with time to spare!

During the bus, then train ride over to the studio, Victoria did her best to stifle any concerns or doubts that tried to enter her mind. Reminding herself over and over that she had been hand picked for the show helped, but it didn't quell her fears completely. What if this was all a ruse to humiliate her? What if they decide at the last minute she doesn't fit in with what they're trying to portray? What if she is somehow the smallest futanari there!? No, that couldn't be - she had scoped out all the obvious bulges in that hallway, and no one came close to what she had! Her self-reassurances only worked so well, unable to completely hype herself up in the way that came so naturally for her.

Instead, she tried to revisit the fantasies she had played out in her head constantly over the past weeks.

She could see it now. A darkly lit room, colored lights flashing, trendy music playing in the background. One model steps off, only for her to take her place. Strutting perfectly, her hips swiveling, showing off everything she had to offer. A black, lacey bra was lifting her breasts towards her chin, giving them an extra umph to wow the onlookers. Her package was neatly wrapped in a matching set of underwear, just as fancy and sexy as what covered her chest. Like her breasts, her genitalia was lifted, keeping it from dragging across the floor, feet of dark lace stretched across it. She looked hot, erotic, alluring . Everyone was fixated on her cock and balls, wishing that they could see them bare. Stopping at the end of the runway, she cocks her hips, letting her beautifully-swaddled package jiggle and swing, her eyes casting a confident stare across the audience.

Her cock would look glorious . Throbbing as it always did even when flaccid, it would continuously push against the front of the net that covered its enormity, the massive head pulsating like it was trying to say something to its onlookers. The rest of her shaft would look no-less amazing, the veins and tough flesh peering through the webbing of whatever they named the garment that went over it, reminding anyone watching of its incredible size. Just as elevated as her cock would be her giant balls, wobbling back and forth, unable to be truly contained, bouncing together in time with her breaths, revealing her out-of-this-world potency. Then, she would turn around, wagging her hips and rounded, toned ass as she walked back out, making sure her admirers knew that her ultra-sized endowment was visible even from behind.

It would change everything. She'd be elevated to a kind of sexual stardom, like if pornstars were treated the same as celebrities. Her name, her face, her cock would be plastered across magazines, the internet, and even showing up censored on TV. Young futa would look up to her, having something to aspire too in a world that seemed unfit for them. More designers and agencies would flock to her, each with their own unique take on this new trend of futanari-based fashion. There would be even more clothing for her and those just like her, dresses and pants that both supported and showed off that extra part of her. No more straps or compression shorts, no - she would be able to walk around without being ashamed of who she was, her oversized genitalia no longer considered an inhuman obscenity.

The rest of her life would get easier as well, with all the money and new-found fame she'd receive. All the people who would want to fuck her – or more accurately, get fucked by her – would form an endless line, a months-long queue to get to touch her dick. Cleaning up after her sexual messes a thing of the past, trying to "contain" her output as to not ruin an entire house a distant memory; hell, even if she did, its not like she wouldn't have the cash flow to pay for it all! Beauties from around the world and from all walks of life would be at her beck and call, even giving her the chance to shack up with famous celebrities!

And with all of this, she might finally find a sense of normalcy - or at least some semblance of it. It was almost hard to imagine not feeling self-conscious amongst strangers, constantly worried that people might give you dirty looks or gawk at you, something that was hitting her harder and harder the more she grew. The standing of futanari in society was a complex one, something Victoria knew well just from existing as one all her life. They weren't second-class citizens or anything like that, at least in first-world countries, but people still gave them weird looks and treated them differently when they were discovered, people who weren't interested in knowing them carnally. Which was many, despite evidence to the contrary. Sure Victoria had her share of lovers and her little harem, but it wasn't until she came to the city, a much more open and liberal place, that this happened. Her life hadn't been like that before.

Victoria tried to not think of the past as often as she could.

She managed to continue to distract herself with happier dreams as she got off the train and made her way to the address she'd been given. The streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of roaming hordes of the city's denizens, workers, students, and tourists alike all crammed between rows of businesses and streets. Victoria grimaced at the sight of such a packed crowd, not pleased with the thought of being pressed together with so many strangers like a can of sardines while just trying to walk to her destination. A squaring of her shoulders later though and she was off!

Leaving early turned out to be the right choice because it took Victoria a fair amount of time to find the location of the shoot. Not familiar with the deeper parts of the city, she meandered for a bit, finding herself heading down wrong streets and crossing at random intersections, her eyes glued to her phone the entire time. A heat touched her cheeks as she powerwalked around, somehow getting closer to her destination while still not really knowing where she was going, panic growing inside of her. By some miracle, she suddenly found herself right in front of the correct building, just as her desperation was turning to fury; it was a fairly nondescript locale, probably to keep any curious, prying eyes away. A large, suited bouncer stood outside the entrance.

"Hi, I'm here for the Futanari Fashion Show," Victoria spoke confidently, feeling a lack of discomfort as using that word in a professional setting for once, "am I in the right place?"

"Depends on if you're on the list," his voice was deep and gravely, "can I get a name?"

"Victoria. Meyer."

The giant of a man pulled a clipboard out from seemingly nowhere.

"You're on the list," he opened the door after reading his sheet of names, revealing a darkened interior, "first door on the left is where the models are getting ready."

Victoria nodded at the man and stepped inside the building, the door slamming behind her. The lights were dimmed, and she could hear the faint echoes of what sounded like club music playing from another room. It had an interesting layout, like it was some kind of bar or theater - maybe both; regardless, it definitely wasn't what Victoria was expecting. Looking around for the door, she found it slightly hidden away in a corner under a set of wooden stairs. Seeing nothing else that could be the 'door on the left' she hurried over, her eyes darting around like someone was going to jump out and attack her at any moment. Breathing hard through her nostrils, she flung the door open, wincing as she was hit by a burst of light.

"Ah Victoria, there you are!"

Greeting her was Dolores McCartney, the designer and head of this whole fashion show. She was waltzing over to Victoria, Penny at her heel, both of them looking even more well-dressed and chic than before. The pair zig-zagged their way through rows of stylists and seated futanari being prepared for their performance, the bright glare coming from all the bulbs lining each vanity mirror. Victoria's eyes widened as she took in all the people involved in the preparations, many other people rushing around, some talking into headsets, others writing rapidly on clipboards or tapping on tablets. There were several more large, bodyguard-looking individuals as well, guarding the entrances and exits.

"Glad to see you've made it, and on time as well!" Dolores and Penny finally made it to the newest arrival, Penny swiping across a tablet of her own, "Hope you found the place alright, had to keep this whole thing hush hush for a bigger impact."

"I thought as much, and uh, happy to be here."

"Good! Come with me, we're gonna have your makeup and hair done first before you get changed."

With barely a moment to register what the older woman was saying, Ms. McCartney had already turned around and begun walking very quickly towards an open table; it almost didn't register to the dark-haired futa that she was supposed to be following the pair. Tripping on her sandals, Victoria hurried behind, her head spinning as she tried to take in all the sights. There were so many people, all doing different things, all seemingly in perfect sync with each other - it made her head spin just to watch. Victoria recognized the twinky male assistant that stood in front of the elevators and that one futa she'd met eyes with when waiting for her interview – Ashley was what she was pretty sure her name was –.sitting at one of the tables, arguing loudly with the woman trying to get her ready for the show. Before she knew was able to gather her bearings, someone had pushed her into a spinning chair, a styling cape thrown over her chest and latched around her neck.

"Oooh and who do we have here Ms. McCartney?"

Victoria looked in the mirror to see a casually dressed woman staring back at her reflection with piercing brown eyes. A green tank top branded with a name she didn't recognize covered her chest, showing off her bronzed skin. Her toned, tanned arms were crossed in front of her chest, scissors hanging off the fingers on one of her hands. Bunches of curly, dirty-blonde hair rested on her mostly-bare shoulders, and her plump lips undulated over and over again as she popped gum between her teeth. Looking at her then towards the image of Dolores in front of her, Victoria once again waited for decisions about her to be made.

"Hello Janine. This is Victoria, your client for today."

"Hi Victoria," the stylist, Janine, waved at her through the mirror and then turned her attention back to the older woman, "And what do you want me to do with her?"

"Enhance what she already has, her features are naturally strong as you can see. Give her a haircut while you're at it."

"She is quite the looker! You got it Ms. McCartney, I'll take care of ya girl here."

"Thank you Janine. Victoria, after you're done here, Janine can point you in the direction of changing rooms where there will be people to guide you along. See you by the runway!"

Victoria didn't have a chance to say goodbye before Dolores and Penny were off again, the head designer barking out a series of orders in rapid succession. In a matter of seconds following their departure Janine had Victoria's long dark hair in her hands and was brushing it rapidly, detangling any knots and straightening it out behind her back. Caught off guard for the umpteenth time today, she almost fell backward from having her hair grabbed so suddenly, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair in a panic. It took her a moment to let herself relax, her eyes still fixated on the woman touching her in a somewhat intimate manner.

"Are you excited about the show, honey?"

"Oh, uh, yeah I am," Victoria replied, quickly starting to fall into the kind of comfortability that came with someone playing with your hair, Janine expertly cutting and brushing it with deft movements, "I'm a bit nervous honestly. I've never done anything like this before."

"A first timer! How exciting–" Janine clicked her tongue as she yanked a bit hard on one of Victoria's locks, "Sorry hun, I'll be done soon. Anyway, I'm sure you're gonna do great!"

"Thank you. Uh, have you ever modeled?"

"Oh goodness no! I'm too short sweetie," Janine chuckled and snapped the piece of gum in her mouth, "but I've always been good at hair and makeup, so I thought this would be a fun industry to get into."

"I see."

Victoria didn't know what else to say.

"So you're one of those futanari?"

"Yeah I am," Victoria was surprised at the woman's abruptness in asking such a personal question, "I think all the models are."

"Yeaaaah I heard that! You know it's about time you guys got some representation. Let me tell ya, my daughter has a friend that's a futanari and she is just the sweetest little thing, but the other kids at school pick on her! Like everyday, I swear it! One time I had to pick up my daughter at school because she got in trouble for fighting, and she told me it was because a bully was picking on her friend and she stood up for her. Listen, I told her that I was proud of her and if anyone ever…"

Victoria smiled as she listened to the woman talk about her child - it was nice to hear someone defend people like her, even if something felt off about the whole thing. It took her a long moment to put her finger on why, but when she did the realization almost saddened her: she hadn't had a conversation like this in who knows how long! She legitimately couldn't remember the last time she just… talked to someone. Like actually talked and just not for the purpose of seduction and domination. The thought was depressing to put it mildly, and Victoria wondered if it was another thing that could change for the better if she was able to make a career out of fashion and modeling.

Once Janine was done with Victoria's hair, she spun her to the side and leaned forward, starting on her makeup. As to be expected, her abilities were far beyond the futa's own. They continued to chat casually, and while they did, Victoria's eyes roamed to the woman's chest. Wearing nothing but a loose top, her breasts swung back and forth in time with her movements, and Victoria could even see her small brown nipples begin to slide out of her bra. Each of the fleshy mounds was a good handful, just as tan as the rest of her, and she couldn't help but sneak glances at them; that was until she felt a familiar movement beneath her cape, one that was followed by her mind going wild.

She did get that sense from Janine like she did from many others, and her body wanted to take full advantage of that. If she just reached out, grabbed her roughly, and pulled her onto her lap so she could feel what she had under her dress, the stylist would be like putty in her hands. Fuck her right here over the vanity table or the chair, makeup only half-finished, not even sure of what she looked like yet. Make her way through all the other workers and futanari waiting, including Dolores and her assistant. Ruin the show before it even began. Leave a crowd of waiting spectators wondering if this was all a prank - maybe she'd fuck them too after she was done with everyone here. The only headlines written about the event would be about how amazing and hung Victoria was, something much more exciting than a silly little fashion show!

Slamming her eyes shut, happy that Janine had finished touching them up already, she did her best to ignore her more base urgings. Her fingers fiddled together under her cape, twisting the soft fabric of her dress together. Not today, not now, not with her! Janine had been nice to her, genuinely, something that hadn't happened in God knows how long. This was her chance to free herself of this cycle, to make a better life for not only her, but futanari everywhere. If she could change herself she could help change the world; her cock wasn't about to control her and wreck this too! She had just had to think to herself: if everything went well, she wouldn't have to wear these stupid shorts anymore or only long dresses and skirts! If everything went well, her life would be easier. If everything went well, she might be able to have actual friends again.

Both sadly and gladly, her session with Janine came to an end sooner than she'd wanted it to. A part of her hated to admit it, but she was happily enjoying chatting with the woman, finding her company pleasant and calming. They exchanged a few more words as the stylist undid Victoria's cape and began to brush the hair off of her, joking that Dolores would have her head if she showed up covered in stray strands. She touched up a couple spots on Victoria's face at the last second, fussing over her like she was her child heading out for her first day of school. Satisfied, she spun the futanari towards the mirror, waving her arms dramatically as if to unveil her like she was some kind of prize to be presented to a game show audience.

"So honey, whaddya think?"

Victoria was stunned.

She didn't know if she had ever looked this good! It was like everything she did to herself on the rare occasions she got prettied up, but done expertly . The first thing that she couldn't stop staring at was her hair. Janine had taken off almost half the length she had let it grow out too, the ends stopping right at her shoulder. Her hair now curved towards her face, almost cupping it, creating a rounded frame for her features to rest in. Luster had returned to her black locks, her hair shiny and full of life; this was aided, of course, by the product that had been applied to it, keeping it extra firm and straight for the events of the day ahead. It was the kind of cut that would have cost her hundreds of dollars at a salon, all done for free!

Victoria thought her freshly made up face gave off a seductive vibe. Batting her eyelids at herself in the large vanity mirror, her elongated, fluffed lashes fluttering in her reflection, she continued to admire herself. Eyes smoky, her once ghostly-visage turned ethereal, lips a deep, aggressive red - it was like Janine knew exactly how to enhance her natural features and capitalize on them; her cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut glass on as well and her nose somehow even more angular, but in a way that befitted her face. It was like she was looking at a brand new version of herself, the version that would become the norm in her life after today, a version that dominated the fantasies that once again took over her mind.

A feeling Victoria hadn't felt in years began to build in her core, one she almost couldn't place. Happiness was there – more intensely than it had been since the day's beginning – but it was mixed with something else. It was like sorrow, but a longing kind of sorrow, like she was finally seeing herself how she was supposed to see herself all these years. Beautiful. Sexy. Normal . Had Victoria been the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve, she might have started crying - but she wasn't and didn't; instead, a satisfied smile showed across her painted face, the red of her lips contrasting gorgeously against her pale features. She felt like herself, like this whole thing had been a rebirth of sorts for the young futanari.

"Honey? You alright?"

Victoria nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah, everything is great. It looks– I look great. You did an amazing job. Thank you, really."

Had she ever spoken to someone like that?

"Awww you're too sweet! Like Ms. McCartney said, you already had the looks Victoria, I just made them more appropriate for the event - gussied you up a little!"

Janine quickly whipped the cape off of Victoria and gave her a few more swipes to make sure she was free of any loose hair.

"Anything else hon'?"

Victoria couldn't stop staring at herself.

"No it's… perfect." Victoria stood up and automatically patted at the crotch of her dress, flattening it again, making sure nothing was out of order down there, "Thank you again."

She turned and smiled at the stylist.

"Um, where am I supposed to go next?"

"Right over there," Janine pointed towards a door with an assistant standing outside of it, tablet in hand, "that's where the changing rooms are."

"Changing rooms, right. Uh, thank you again!"

"No problem girl! If things go well here, don't forget about me - I'd love to work with you again."

"I-I won't."

There was a slightly awkward silence as the pair stood there, both smiling at each other. Victoria almost felt like she should hug the woman, a very alien desire for her. She didn't though, and instead coughed and excused herself. Trying not to act on her desire to touch her face, the heavy layers of makeup thick and foreign against her visage, she made her way to the next area, marching with purpose. As she passed by the other models getting ready, she glanced their way, watching them receive the same treatment she did; it was odd to think that some of these other futa might be her future coworkers! The thought made her giddy, imagining being friends with others like her, people she could share her experiences and frustrations with, for once not thinking of them as purely competition. What a wild concept!

She made it to the door and greeted the young man standing outside of it.

"Hi, uh, I'm supposed to get changed now I think?"

"Mhm, looks like you already met with a stylist so…" the assistant paused and scrolled through his device, "What is your name?"

"Victoria Meyer."

"Okay, so, you're gonna go to–" there was a pause for several seconds as the stylish worker looked through the tablet, "changing room five. Numbers are on the door. You can leave the clothes you're wearing in there when you get changed, the rooms are secure. Pick whatever matching set you want - you'll be using a few of them. Should be a good range of 'sizes' to pick from, Ms. McCartney has made sure of it. If you need any help, there's a buzzer in the room you can press and one of the people around here will come and show you how to put everything on. Any questions?"

"Uh, I don't think so. Where will I go after?"

"After you've changed into the lingerie, there's another door at the end of the hall that will lead to the backstage of the runway. By then Ms. McCartney should be waiting in the area to make sure everything looks good, and she will take it from there. Anything else?"

"No. Thank you."

"Alright," the assistant opened the door, revealing numerous rooms in a large hallway, people wandering around outside of them, the music louder than ever, "go ahead. Room five."

Victoria nodded at the reminder and walked in, the door closing behind her. The hall was dimly lit, which seemed to be the norm for the building, and she could hear the casual chatter of the security guards and workers who patrolled the area. Glancing at the rows of doors, Victoria quickly gathered that the odd-numbered rooms were on the left, the evens on the right. Walking closer to the side her room would be on, she weaved between the other people, keeping an eye out for any models who might be coming out in an attempt to scope out how the lingerie would actually look when worn. She had no luck in that regard however, reaching her assigned room before she could catch any glimpses. Pausing first from the anticipation, she entered the changing room.

It was smaller than she expected.

The changing area wasn't much bigger than one you'd find at a clothing store, maybe twice as spacious, if that. Next to the door was a bench and a table, the buzzer she'd been told about attached to the top of the latter piece of furniture. There was a mirror across from them, floor-length, with a rack of neatly hung lingerie placed by it. Besides that the room was featureless, beige white walls and the brightest light she'd seen since arriving embedded in the ceiling. Victoria had expected something a little more glamorous , but she figured that the secrecy of the event meant that they didn't get the normal accommodations famous models did. She immediately walked over to the set of clothing.

Not daring to touch any of the pieces until she was ready to get changed, Victoria instead admired them from a distance. They were all beautiful and elegant, clearly expertly designed, coming in an assortment of mostly reds and blacks with a few other colors thrown in as well - Dolores obviously knew her stuff. Just at a glance, all the bras and nighties looked like they were made to fit her measurements, the cups appearing to be perfectly sized to fit her bust and muscled torso - something that made sense when the memory of being measured at the interview re-entered her brain. Some of the undergarments were clearly meant to be alluring and sexy, created to entice men and women everywhere; others were more cute or comfortable looking, made for the wearer's pleasure as much as whoever would be taking them off. It looked like all the bases had been pretty well covered.

Attached to them on the same hangers were the other pieces she'd be showing off. Victoria had to stifle a giggle as she studied them, their appearance in their unworn-state a ridiculous one. The best way she could describe what was to go over her penis was a cock-sock , one that was sewn onto an altered set of panties. A long tubular piece of fabric hung from the crotch of the underwear, the material the same as the top they were matched too; the end of it was extra spacious, no doubt to make room for a futa's glans. They were clearly designed to be worn while soft – at least as far as Victoria could tell – the cock-covering loose and limp rather than stiff like the cup of a brassiere. The whole thing almost looked like a jockstrap, but designed to be provocative rather than protective.

Below it, also attached to the panties, was the same sort of set up but for a futa's testicles. It was like there was a second bra built into the bottoms, one that was a part of a large, lacey kind of net that hung just as low as the cock-sock did. Some of the designs looked more supportive like a brassiere was meant to be, while others were clearly intended to cradle and hold the balls placed into them, allowing them to still maintain their natural sag. The ball-bra section of the lingerie had its own set of straps that Victoria could only guess were connected to the main undergarment, or possibly even the wearer's legs. This part looked just as varied as the rest of the lingerie, some of them sexy and enchanting, others soft and nice, clearly created with a futanari's comfort in mind. Regardless, they all looked so professionally made that Victoria could only guess at what they would retail for if they were mass-produced!

There was a range of sizes as well, that being the one measurement that they didn't take from her. The smallest of the cock-socks were still quite big compared to something a regular man would wear, the biggest outsizing anyone that wasn't a futa; the ball-bras matched the range, going up in size to match the length of the cocks they were designed for - Dolores had done her research well it seemed. It was hard to gauge their stretchiness or the way they would fit without touching them, but Victoria was confident, based on the variation and care taken in their creation, that the largest of the sizes would be able to wrap around her genitalia, even if they would more than likely be a little snug. But that was a future problem, one that could be rectified as soon as this show took off and she became a star .

Feeling encouraged, Victoria began to undress.

Kicking off her sandals first, the futa noticed as she did that there were several pairs of heels under the numerous hangers holding all the lingerie They matched the sets above them in color and looked to be her in size as well; Victoria didn't have much experience wearing that kind of shoe, but that wasn't about to deter her. Lowering the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, she was happy that her choice in clothing wouldn't mess with her hair when it was removed, and she stepped out of the bright yellow garment as soon as it piled at her feet. Picking it up, she folded it and tossed it onto the bench next to her. Her compression shorts were a bit more complicated to take off, all the straps and buckles needing unfastening first before it could be removed. Victoria struggled for a minute with the overly-complicated cock-container, but the thought of never having to wear something like it again helped save her from the usual frustration. Chucking it onto the bench next to her dress, she stepped in front of the mirror fully naked.

Now was the time to hype herself before she got changed, to remind herself that she was chosen for a reason. Victoria had never thought of herself as not attractive, but it also wasn't something she gave an extensive amount of consideration these days; if there was ever a time to consider it though, it was at this moment. Her face and hair were already as gorgeous as she'd ever seen them, and luckily her body hadn't needed any touching up. The young futa had always been blessed with large, firm breasts, capped with small pink nipples, that, in her opinion, looked nice and suckable - not that her lovers ever gave that part of her any attention. She was undoubtedly muscular, hardly an ounce of extra fat appearing anywhere on her like she was cutting for some kind of bodybuilding competition, possessing all the right muscles in all the right places. This only added to her naturally intimidating aura, her feminine curves framed by her bulging bulk making her a standout amongst her peers.

Victoria had to admit it: she was hot .

If her unnaturally built body wasn't enough to attract any would-be fucktoys, her cock and balls would be enough to seal the deal. Like it had for months now, her dick slumped down to the dark-carpeted floor, several inches of shaft looping in on itself above her giant, pulsating glans. Her shaft was as tan as she used to be, covered in an uncountable amount of veins, hanging heavily from her groin, taking up nearly all the space on its flat surface. Behind her were her bulbous testicles, massive and corpulent, constantly consumed by a dull throb she could feel at all times against her thighs, aching for a steady stream of releases, never satiated. She rarely ever got tired of admiring her junk like this, often looking at it during sex rather than whoever she was fucking. While her genitalia had grown in time with the rest of her body for unclear reasons, Victoria wasn't necessarily mad at this development, but it didn't stop her from wondering why it was occurring.

But that didn't matter right now.

What did was that she looked great! She was beautiful! She was sexy! She was strong! Victoria was everything you could ask for in a futanari model, her oversized-junk just the cherry on top. Everyone would be wowed by her beauty, her excessive appearance, and her undeniable sex appeal. This is the body and the face that would be on magazines and websites and posters. Other futanari would look up to her, want to be her, and she would gladly lead the charge for her fellow third-sexed citizens of the world. No longer would people like her be treated differently, considered freaks of nature, made to be outcasts in a society unable to handle them. And this was just the first step. This fashion show, an event that would be written about for years to come was the leap needed to help futanari everywhere!

Beaming at herself and the shining future awaiting her, Victoria spun around and made her way to the rack of lingerie. Ignoring all but the largest of sizes of genital-grabbing garments, she gently removed a black, lacey bra, one she felt matched her personality the best, and put it on. It fastened like any other bra, and as she expected, fit her breasts perfectly; after clasping the hooks behind her back, she bounced over to the mirror again, wanting to check herself out. It looked great on her, contrasting against her pale skin beautifully - if she wasn't a futa, she could easily be a regular model. Turning back and forth, she admired the way the straps hugged her traps and delts, and how she could see a hint of her nipples and small areolas through the lace. Puffing her chest out at herself, testing the durability of the garment, she gave herself another wide grin before returning to the rack of clothes.

Gingerly taking the matching panties with their futanari-specialized modification off the hanger, she held it up in front of her face. Giving it some consideration before putting it on, Victoria tried to figure out the best way to actually get her genitalia into it. It looked like it slid on like normal underwear, just with the extra opening in the crotch for her cock and balls to hang out of, along with the sleeve and holders they went into. Maybe she had to sort of angle her package into the attachments when she was raising the article of clothing up her legs? She wasn't sure. The whole thing might've been a bit tricky to wear, but all that really mattered in the end was whether it fit or not!

Bending over, she carefully maneuvered the specially-made panties around the obstacle that consisted of her enormous cock and titanic testicles, which blocked any view she had of the lacey item. Moving by feel, she lifted a foot and yanked the underwear up until it seemed to snag around her ankle; she did the same with her other foot, hoping she hadn't accidentally stepped into the cock-sock section of it. Giving the whole thing a testing-pull to make sure her feet weren't in the wrong parts, she began to raise it up her legs, stopping when it was around her knees. Victoria could sort of see that the dick holster and ball-bra were touching the ground, between her toes, which let her know she was on the right track. Pushing her knees outwards so that the panties' leg holes were pulled tight against them, Victoria reached for the rest of it.

It was time for the hard part!

With one hand she lifted her shaft by the middle of it, lugging it off the ground, and with the other she attempted to situate the opening of the part meant for her dick under it; considering the panties were around her knees, she had to raise her cock up a good amount, folding it in on itself and pressing it against her stomach. In this awkward position that had Victoria basically hugging her own member while also trying to see over it and aim it correctly, all while hunched over, she did her best to lower her cock while also holding the panties out as far as they could go, giving herself as wide a berth as she could to fit her cockhead into the slot with - she would worry about her balls afterwards! It was best to take this process one step at a time anyway.

Her initial attempt was a complete failure, entirely missing the opening, her appendage slipping through her fingers and slamming into the ground. Trying her best to not get frustrated, she repeated her movements from before, pulling the panties even farther away from her legs this time, pushing their elasticity to the limits. Focusing hard, she lowered her cock once more, pointing it directly at the hole. She could feel the lace against her glans and exhaled loudly, having held her breath to keep herself steady. Now that her cock was in the right place, Victoria glided her hand across her monstrous length until it was pressed under the ridge of her crown, the rest of her dick bunched in her arm. With a determined push, she pressed her glans into the entrance to the cock-sock.

It didn't fit.

Body tensing, Victoria stared in dismay at the mismatched pairing: her cockhead was too big! The opening in the holster barely covered half of her glans, the edges of the garment snagging around her fleshy helmet. She had it stretched as far as it would go though! Did she grab the wrong pair? Looking over at the rack of lingerie, she studied each set: all of the biggest ones looked like they were the same size, the rest clearly smaller. Victoria glanced from the rack down to the panties around her knees, and then at her cock. How… how could they not fit!? They said they had all the sizes covered! Was she sent to the wrong room? Did they get the wrong information? Had Dr. Daley not provided them with the measurements for all the futanari in the study?

Swallowing loudly, Victoria let the too-small garment fall to the floor. Staring at nothing, her eyes unfocusing, she considered her choices. She could just try again, right? Maybe she had put it on wrong? If not, there were other pairs she could put on. Calling one of the assistants was an option made available to her, but what could they do? It's not like they could magically make the opening bigger! No, she would make it fit! One of these had to work, they just did . Bending down again, she tried to put the lingerie on once more, attempting this time to get her balls in their holders first, ignoring her cock for now. But they didn't fit either. Just one of her massive cum containers was bigger than both of the ball-bras put together, unable to pierce through the gap in the netting they were intended to. No matter how many different angles and positions she tried, she couldn't get it to work, the material not expansive or elastic enough to cover them.

Feeling a sense of panic well into her, Victoria kicked ill-fitting underwear to the side and frantically grabbed at another pair. Not bothering to change her bra, knowing it wasn't the problem, she tried to repeat the process with a red set - but they didn't fare any better. Tossing it to the side, she went through every single set of lingerie available to her, even trying on the smaller sized sets. Piece after piece failed to contain her hyper-proportioned endowment, each one discarded until there was a pile of expensive underwear in the corner of the room, until the only garments left on the hangers were the bras. Thousands of dollars of custom-made lingerie were heaped carelessly next to her, each set woefully inadequate at even beginning to contain what she had to offer.

Whole body flush, Victoria tapped her foot rapidly on the ground and chewed at her nails. Her eyes constantly darted towards the discarded panties and then back at the mirror in front of her. Mind racing with ways to get around this problem, she began to shake as nothing came to her immediately. Did she dare try again? Could it just be her nerves that were causing her to fail? Was there some kind of obvious velcro or tie to make the openings bigger that she had missed? No, she had inspected each one as much as she could, and they were all the same except for the size difference, which didn't end up mattering when it came to her. Gritting her teeth, she bent over and rummaged through the hill of lingerie one more time.

Grabbing the initial pair once more, her hands shaking even harder, she tried them on one last time. Her already-lacking patience nearly completely diminished, she stepped into them quickly, missing the leg hole openings several times before finding any success. As she attempted to fit her cockhead into the sleeve again, tugging and yanking on it for all it was worth, it looked like the opening was going to finally stretch wide enough. Yes! Success! Finally! Giving it one last tug, the one that would be needed to accomplish the goal she had almost given up on, the material finally gave out, fibers and stitches snapping in several places. The ruined garment slipped from her fingers and onto the floor.

When it broke, so did Victoria's hopes and dreams.

Everything around her shattered. The image she had built in her mind of herself living a life of glitz and glamor? Gone. The fantasy of walking down runways across the world, admired by all? Gone. The dreams of being a role model and international sex symbol? Gone. It was all gone . She had spent the past several weeks feeling happier and more excited for her future than she ever had in her life and for what? Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! None of it mattered, none of this mattered. They had tricked her, all but promised her a career that would alter her existence permanently, only to pull the wool back over her eyes and remind her that she wasn't meant for this. Victoria was not born for an easy time in this world, and now she knew that for sure.

How could she let herself be fooled so easily? Trust the word of strangers in an industry that chewed up young women only to spit them out when they got too old? Become dazzled by the prospect of earning a way of living that so few achieved? She had practically planned out the next twenty years of her life, spending hours upon hours mapping out every aspect of her career, practicing giving interviews when she was alone. Being on television, the internet, in magazines - she had gone through it all in her brain. It didn't matter that this was such a sudden development in her life, it had a strong effect on her nonetheless. The thought had made her so happy she had felt normal for the first time in, in, in…!?

Like a caged lion she paced back and forth over and over again in the small room. Feet carelessly kicking whatever they came into contact with, her body brushing against the table and the now half-empty rack of clothing, her cock dragging between her legs like a misplaced tail, Victoria's entire body felt deflated. Her arms were slack at her sides, her chin pressed into her chest, eyes lidded over, she moved aimlessly; even her brain felt like it was turned off, no thoughts except for ones of despair and anguish filling the few corners of it still active. Stopping suddenly in front of the mirror, she looked at her reflection like she had on that day before the interview, looking better and more professional than she ever had, her eyes watering. Victoria wasn't sure she'd ever felt so defeated, completely beaten into the dirt and tossed out with the trash - at least not since…

A certain memory brought out an unbridled anger that rarely accosted her.

Coming back to reality, Victoria's face a mask of building rage barely kept in check, she looked down at her cock. This fucking grotesque, unsightly growth sticking from her crotch. It brought her so much trouble throughout her God damn life, ever since she was a teenager, and no amount of pleasure it also gave her could ever make up for all the difficulties. If it was more normal sized – average for a futanari at least – or even non-existent at all, none of this would have happened! Her life… her life would be so much better. Would have been so much better. Everything could have been different!

What would she have been like if she wasn't controlled by her libido? If this stupid fucking thing didn't guide her every decision - including this one, if she was being honest with herself – where would she be by now? The whole reason she had even considered going to the interview in the first place was to achieve some sense of normalcy, something she had never had. To make this horrible existence easier. Just as quickly as it had propelled her into doing its will, its bidding , it crushed any hope of her accomplishing anything . The proof of that was at her feet, the tattered remnants of what could have been. And her cock was right there on top of it, like it was showing off that it had destroyed yet another opportunity for its owner.

She wanted to punch it, to strike it down like an enemy that could be beaten. Wrap her arms around the shaft and strangle the life out of it, as if such a thing were possible. Tear it off of her and stomp on it until it didn't exist anymore. Even in its dormant state it looked like it was mocking her, rumbling in its place, waiting to be used - to be unleashed upon some poor, unsuspecting soul. Waiting to fatten, lengthen and reach its tremendous true size so that it could wreak havoc on her surroundings. Waiting to grow and grow and grow and grow like it never stopped doing! Every few seconds its cumslit would briefly gape open, before closing again, whispering silent commands that only Victoria could hear. Dominate. Fuck. Cum. Urging her to lose control, to do what she was born to do.

Almost on cue, Victoria could feel that stirring in her loins. Like she had come to realize, her anger and libido seemed to be inherently connected, as if one couldn't exist without the other. Her balls began to rumble, automatically understanding what rage meant for the oversexed futanari, and her cock lurched slightly, slithering across the floor like a snake in search of prey, mashing the ruined lingerie into the carpet. She tried her best to hold it back, her temper-fueled lust, but her mind was quickly becoming cloudy. Replaced was the maudlin sense of self-loathing, giving way to her number one most prominent emotion. Her desire to burst into a sorrowful display of waterworks gave way to a contorted grimace, her fists clenching at her side, her teeth bared in a strained grit.

Then, a devilish smile.

Acting on that specific instinct she had little control over, Victoria wiped at her eyes then turned around and slammed her hand down on the buzzer; a distinct ringing called out from the other side of the doorway. Victoria grabbed a pair of the discarded panties from the ground, a non-destroyed pair, and stood in front of the now-empty rack with her back turned towards the door. Closing her eyes, she listened for the sound of approaching footsteps, her grin growing at the telltale pitter-patter of feet on carpet came nearer. It was followed by a hesitant knock on the door, and Victoria turned her head to look towards the source of the noise.

"Come in."

Her voice was neither cheery nor was it welcoming - predatory was the best way to describe her tone. But it didn't matter, the assistants were here to be at her beck and call. Speaking of, a male underling of Dolores's slipped into the changing room, closing the door behind him to maintain the model he had been summoned to aid's privacy. He was pretty thin looking, which could be expected of someone working in the fashion industry, his wiry frame covered by a black turtleneck and a pair of form-hugging jeans like he was some kind of twink version of Steve Jobs - in fact, she recognized him as the one who'd taken her name in front of the elevators before her interview, one she'd seen roaming around the stylist-strewn area. His outfit was basically the same as it had been on that day. Looking up at her from behind thick-rimmed glasses and a swoosh of stylishly cut brown hair, noticeably shorter than Victoria was, he waited for her to speak first before he cleared his throat.

"Uh hello, did you need help with something?"

"I did. I'm having trouble getting this underwear on," she paused to hold a pair of altered red panties out over her shoulder, flailing them about, "and I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Sure, um, what's the problem you're having exactly?"

"I just have so much to manage down there, and these panties don't seem to fit. I wanted to know if you guys had anything bigger in the back?"

"Bigger, uh…" the assistant looked stunned, and looked from the lacey garment she was holding out down to her perky, muscled rear, trying to catch a glimpse of what she meant, "I don't think so? There should have been a wide range of sizes for you to try on."

"I tried them all on but I couldn't get any of them to fit!" Victoria exclaimed in mock-astonishment, holding back her true intentions as much as she could, "Maybe I just couldn't get the angle right. Can you help try and put this pair on me?"

"Oh okay. Yeah I should be able to help you…"

Smile sharpening, Victoria turned around slowly to face the young man. Her giant cock dragged across the carpet, trailing around her ankles as it slunk into view, nearly entangling itself around her leg. Enormous balls swinging as well, they jostled against her knees as she moved, thudding off each other like a pair of door knockers. In only a moment she was facing the young man, revealing her mostly-naked form to him, exposing everything that would grab his attention - exactly as she knew it would. Almost like her genitalia could see him too, they rumbled ever so slightly, preparing for what was to come, what they were about to unleash upon their newest prey.

"Here," she tossed the panties at him, his hands fumbling to catch them as he stared at the massive package he'd been presented with, "you'll need these."

His eyes widened to the size of saucers, his jaw dropping at the sight of such an unruly member, one that outclassed any of the futa he might have worked with already; Victoria let him stare in silence, her arousal building at what would come next, her appendage twitching, sending her cockhead bouncing up and down on the ground loudly like a judge's gavel. Neither of them moved, Victoria standing with her hands on her hips now, thrusting them out slightly so that her junk was displayed prominently, making sure he knew where to look. For the young man's part, he just stood and twisted the undergarment back and forth in his hands, shaking, petrified in place.

"You should probably get down on your knees to get closer - I don't think you can do much just standing there!"

The assistant nodded absentmindedly and started to drop to the carpet, doing as he was told without any further prodding - he was under her spell already. As his knees touched the floor, he held out the red pair of panties towards Victoria's cock, sizing them up, turning the garment back and forth like he was adjusting a picture frame. Shuffling forward, his legs only inches away from the still-slumbering beast, he did his best to reach around it, and put the panties near the futa's ankles. Smugly, she let him struggle, eyes narrowing at him as he attempted to do as he was told without actually touching her genitalia; it would be just a bit longer before she put the piece de resistance on the whole interaction, and sealed the deal for the rest of the assistants fate.

Once the lacey fabric touched her ankles, she lifted a foot, allowing the well-dressed male to put that part of it on, doing one after the other. After it was around her calves, he stopped, his face scrunching up in confusion as he also struggled to figure out how to get the rest of it on. He pulled them up her legs a bit more before deciding to continue, giving in to doing the main action that Victoria was waiting for him to do: touch her cock! Swallowing loudly, he let go of the panties and gingerly grabbed Victoria's shaft by the center and began to lift it, grunting as he did, his slim biceps visibly flexing under his top from the exertion. It was right as he had it bent over on itself and had the whole bottom half of the enormous obstruction raised to her knees, that Victoria did what came oh-so-naturally to her.

She came on him.

With only the slightest throb that ran the course of her lengthy leviathan, a huge gout of cum ran up its perpetually-distended urethra. Her fleshy helmet bounced against the rest of her awesome appendage, sending itself upward, its cumslit pointed right at the assistant's chest; right as it did, it unleashed its load. Opening like the mouth of a volcano, a pearly stream of semen, white as bone, fired from the gap of her glans and hit the man right below his collarbone. The force of it was so strong it sent him flying onto his back, his grip on her now-alive member failing him. Victoria's incredible blast lasted for numerous seconds, hosing down the front of the bespectacled-worker's outfit, covering his entire front below his neck in a pool of her virile goop.

"Whoops." was all the futa remarked flatly, not even really bothering to pretend like it was an accident. Normally she might be a bit more playful, act like it was something she couldn't control, keep up this stupid facade for a bit longer, but she was in no mood for any games. They had hurt her, hurt her more than they could ever understand, and now she was going to hurt them. Get her revenge - revenge for all the hope, happiness, the dreams they had dashed away. There was nothing they could do to make any of this up to her, so she was going to do whatever she wanted with them until she was satisfied. Contentment could only come from chaos, and she was going to start with the poor soul who decided to answer her call.

Stepping forward and out of the panties, Victoria snaked her fingers under her cock and flipped it upward so the entirety of the ground-laying amount and then some went crashing down on the assistant's body. He audibly coughed as it slammed onto his stomach and chest, the giant member weighty enough to knock the air from his lungs. Flexing her abs and grunting, Victoria sent another salvo of sperm through her monster, the gravid cum factories under it shaking against themselves and beginning to enlarge now that they were no longer holding back anything. This time, her spray of frothy muck spilled onto the man's chin and neck, soaking him further, splashes of pearly slime flying onto his face; this shot went on as long as the first did, and once it finally ceased, the assistant's head was surrounded by a pool of pearly progeny.

Instead of going further, Victoria waited for the now-cum-soaked man to respond to her actions. It took a moment for him to apparently gather himself enough to sit up, several gasps coming from his cum-lined face before he did. Blinking over and over again, he looked from his ruined clothing, to Victoria's cock, and then up at her face, repeating the process several times to try and understand what happened. Hands shaking once more, he wiped at his cheeks and chin with the back of them, clearing his countenance as his brain failed to comprehend what he was seeing. His confusion was palpable as he looked at his semen-strung fingers, so Victoria figured she'd help him along.

"That's my cum. If you want more, you can suck my cock," the words came out in a harsh growl, her painted lips curling, "if not, then get the fuck out, there are plenty others who would love to take your place!"

Victoria already knew what decision he was gonna make, she could see it on his face: if this was a cartoon, he'd have heart-shaped pupils from staring at her cock. She could feel what little patience she had left – which was hardly any – wane while she waited, her fists clenching at her sides, her muscles beginning to bulge and flex across her alabaster-skin from anger. Right as she was going to march out into the hall and find someone else who would acquiesce to her whims, the assistant grabbed her cockhead with no amount of uncertainty, his fingers pressing into the thick pink flesh like he wasn't sure what it would feel like. Giving it a testing pull, he brought her glans and unending amount of shaft towards his face, which she had more than enough length to do so with, despite standing both away from and above him, and put his lips around her distended urethra.

"That's better. Now suck it bitch!"

He did just as she commanded, and for a second, Victoria wondered why this was so easy for her. Why did dominating others, bending them to her will feel so natural? How come she never felt bad for using people for all they were worth, regardless of who they were? Had she always been like this? The more she tried to contemplate her life before all of this, the more foggy her mind grew, like her brain was trying to stop her from going too deep down the rabbit hole. The thoughts, these questions that gnawed at her insides during the few waking moments she had that weren't spent satisfying her bottomless, carnal needs, were whisked away as quickly as they had appeared, her lust taking over. In the here and now she existed for one purpose.

Her cock was starting to actually come to life at the assistant's clumsy ministrations. Stroking her massive member awkwardly, his hands not nearly enough to encompass her grotesque girth, while still half-sucking the tip, his lips only coming up halfway around her bulbous crown, he did his best to please her. It was obvious to Victoria he was unused to stimulating such a magnificent beast but that didn't stop him from putting his all into - or from her feeling the effects of his dual-touch. Actively bobbing on the enormous glans, he moved his arms along as much or her length as he could reach, lifting into the air and off of his torso. Victoria watched him smugly, secure in her superiority knowing that there was yet another individual that she had managed to conquer.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that she had been holding herself back the entire day, but her cock swiftly began to rise on its own with little help. While it filled out, more inches of length and width pumping through its being, Victoria took the appropriate steps back, knowing better than anyone that she was going to need the space. Her balls rumbled in turn, amplifying her precum production, which was apparent from the state of the assistant's face; like he was trying to chug a gallon of milk faster than he could drink it, white liquid cascaded across his cheeks and chin, spilling onto his turtleneck. Victoria let him drink his fill because sooner than later he'd be getting much more cum than he could ever handle!

Unsure and more importantly, uncaring , if the young man had noticed that she was getting harder and harder by the second, Victoria didn't feel the need to warn him either way - he could have his fun for now. The veins across her terrifying member popped out more severely the more erect she grew, coating every inch of the dark flesh in tubular protuberances and giving it an almost jagged appearance. As her shaft expanded so did her cockhead, which was nearly masking the assistant's face, his thin lips able to only engulf the very tip of her tip; so much mass had been added to the futa's member that it was struggling to hold itself up, the young man's arms doing half of the work at this point. Victoria had moved so far back in the small changing room, her back was against the mostly-empty clothing rack now, several of the hangers rattling against each other as she bumped into it.

This sudden noise seemed to grab the attention of the assistant.

Watching as he opened up his eyes, which immediately crossed in order to look down the cum cannon in front of them, Victoria relished in the stunned look on his face. Of course her cock was the biggest one he'd ever seen! It probably wasn't even a competition! Who the fuck else in this world could compare to her!? No one, and she would show that to everyone here. She would show them who they had fucked with, who they had crossed! Everyone would feel her wrath, the consequences be damned. All that mattered was her satisfaction, her pleasure, her needs - all that mattered was her.

Victoria never got tired of staring at her fully erect cock. Multiple feet of girthy, pulsating meat stuck out from her groin, ready and willing to fuck and destroy. It was so big she couldn't see past it, eclipsing everything in her vision, her feet and the assistant's body completely obscured by her massive futahood; the only thing she could see were her balls, which poked out from the sides of her shaft, always growing, ever expanding with bottomless quantities of boiling seed. Each inch of her monster was covered in pulled-taut skin and the veins that made it even tighter around her mass. Her cock was like a battering ram attached to her crotch, created not to break through doors and walls, but to barrel through the holes and insides of her willing fucktoys. Just the sight of it empowered her, and Victoria could feel her muscles engorge in turn, forming more chiseled ridges across her person.

The mere act of admiring her immense futahood sent a surge of freshly-brewed cum up through her widened urethra, which was easily bigger than the arms of the man touching it. He had been busy ogling her carnal beast the same as she was, and was completely caught off guard by the sudden helping of ball-jelly that pressed through Victoria's member. His lips peeled back against his face as the stream exited her cumslit, the force strong enough to send him reeling backward once again, his head banging into the floor. Slumping under its own incredible heft, the shot sprayed against his face, covering his visage, smearing across his glasses, drowning him in another one of her loads; he was spared momentarily as the futa's cock bounced from the power of its explosion, sending the rest of her offering splattering onto the wall behind him. The entire beige section of the room was covered, giant dregs raining down onto the gurgling assistant.

This time Victoria wasn't kind or patient enough to let him come to before she took things further. Stepping over him, her cockhead pressed into the mucked wall, waterfalling more cum down it, she reached down and grabbed him by his semen-swamped turtleneck. Hauling him up off of his feet, Victoria carried the sputtering man with one hand over to the couch and chucked him over the cushions. He reached out and steadied himself with the back of the furniture, bent over so his ass was sticking out into the air. Pausing, Victoria snaked a hand under him and removed her clothing and shoes from their places and tossed them over to the opposite side of the room - she was still going to need something to wear out of this place!

Turning her attention back to the assistant, she placed both hands on the belt of his jeans and tore them asunder, drawing a yelp from the twink. She laughed cruelly as his tighty-whities came into view and ripped them up too without a second thought, exposing his tight little ass. Spreading his pert cheeks, she opened the hole she would be permanently wrecking in a moment, a tiny thing that barely winked at her when she revealed it. Moving back again, she wrapped both hands around her cock, and tapped her glans against his clearly too-small backdoor, letting her member drool the lubrication it was going to momentarily need onto it. Slapping it up and down and causing his whole body to shake from the strength of her battering, she gave him one last chance to back out.

"Ready slut? I'm about to fuck you, and I fuck hard !"

He looked back at her and her giant cock, his stained glasses lopsided on his blushing face.

"Y-Yes! Please… please fuck me!"

"You asked for it."

Stabilizing her cock, Victoria spread her legs, letting her sperm-stuffed sack swing freely, and began the arduous task of fitting her oversized appendage into a hole not remotely designed to take it. She pushed forward, bashing her cockhead into the assistant's asshole, his cheeks practically collapsing in on themselves from the intense pressure. There was no gentleness in her actions, no extra care taken to make sure she didn't hurt a new partner unaccustomed to fitting something so monumental into something so diminutive - kindness never helped her achieve her goals in life, and sex was no exception! Knowing what was occurring, her titanic testicles drove more of her wigglers and seminal fluid through her member, sending all onto and into the hole she was trying to pry her way into. The goopy substance coated his bubbly butt in its entirety, dollops of her personal ambrosia running down his legs and staining the carpet below them.

Flexing her leg muscles, letting the bulbous bulk that laced them pop out extensively, Victoria shoved herself harder and harder at the assistant. She could feel her glans digging at his asshole, the starfish gaping a little wider with each passing second. The assistant groaned at her attempts at penetration, his body sliding towards the back of the couch like he was trying to instinctually save himself from what was coming, to escape his predestination - not that Victoria would let him. Matching his movements, she followed him as he went, unrelenting in her drive to get her royal crown into his cockholster; he only stopped moving when his head had pressed against the wall behind the couch, nowhere else left for him to run to. Like she could detach it and just force it into the twink's hole, she yanked her cock forward with her hands and thrust her hips at the same time.

God damn he was tight!

Her cockhead had popped in, almost literally , a distinct squelching kind of sound ringing out in the small dressing room. Victoria moaned and he groaned and gasped, his whole body tensing, hers relaxing. Wanting nothing more than to smack his ass in triumph, she would sadly have to wait for that, having many inches of cock left before her arms would be able to reach that far. With no time like the present, she swirled her helmet around his utterly destroyed asshole, gaping it more, making room for the rest of her shaft which would be joining her glans shortly. His cheeks were spread as far as they would go, each fatty mound hugging the first section of her cock sticking out from between them, and Victoria could see that the top of his backdoor was nearly pressed into the beginning of his spine . There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he would be forever changed by this, and she was just getting started!

"You're pretty tight bitch!" Victoria swiveled her hips for emphasis, spreading the assistant's hole even more, "Ever taken something this fuckin' big before?"

"Oh– oh God!"

"I'll take that as a no!"

Pulling back the tiny amount that she could, the massive rim of her crown pulling at the twink's reddened ring, Victoria thrust back in - or at least she tried to. The numerous veins stretching across her unending length acting like speed bumps, each rigid protuberance a hurdle to be overcome in order to fit more of her insane mast inside of this young man. Victoria didn't so much inch into him as much as she millimetered, her forward progress constantly interrupted by another twisted knot of arteries impeding her movements; but this was the norm for the hyper hung futa. Even with the slut's she had already ruined the initial penetration was always slow going, no amount of previous gaping enough to fully prepare anyone for her extreme extremity.

Every time Victoria managed to fit another girthy section of her fuckmeat inside of the young man he moaned, his whole body arching, his most sensitive internal spots constantly overstimulated by the muscle sticking out from her groin. While she couldn't see it, her humongous cock blocking her view, Victoria could feel his own pathetic, insignificant package bouncing against the underside of her shaft with every inch packed into his depths; whether he was cumming or not didn't matter - she could care less about his pleasure! Victoria continued to hold onto her mammoth member as she forced more of it into the, relishing in the feeling of the constant throbs of cum racing through her ponderous pole.

After she had gotten close enough she smacked the assistant's ass like she had been waiting to since she first entered him, more than a foot of her cock wedge into his backdoor already; the sound reverberated around the room, a deep pink handprint left on each of his cheeks. He yelped loudly at the sudden, extra abuse of his body, but didn't protest, instead wiggling his hips like a good whore ready for more cock. Continuing to plant her palms harshly against his backside, Victoria began to make mini-thrusts into his hole, finally having enough cock gaping him to do so with. Pulling out several inches of mammoth fuckmeat, she sent them rocketing back only a second later, steadily pumping her whole body at him, sliding more and more of her cock through his guts with each repetition.

Not only was her cock expanding his stomach from the inside, but her cum was as well. Perpetually leaking the gooey substance, splashes of the thick liquid battered his organs, stretching him out further and incidentally making it easier for Victoria to fit more of her cock into him. She was moving closer and closer to the once impeccably-dressed worker and quickly found herself near enough that his hips were in reach. Taking a moment to rip away the rest of his jeans, letting the tatters drop onto the cum-soaked couch, she firmly grasped his waist, sinking her fingers into his soft, pliable skin. Now that she had some leverage, the fun could really begin.

Properly stretched and in her hands, literally, the young man was helpless to resist the rest of Victoria's sexual onslaught. She plowed forward, prodding her enormous cock into him harder than she had, his intestines twisting and forming around her colossus. His whole body ragdolled back and forth under her ministrations, almost falling backward off the couch every time she pulled back before slamming right back into the wall once she pushed forward again; the couch rocked as well, the legs raising off the ground from the amount of force she put into her thrusts. The assistant and the furniture created a loud banging sound in the small changing room, even the desk next to them vibrating with each impact. Combined with this racket were the slurping and squishing sounds of the futa's pole sliding through its own cum, more and more of it sliding out of the man's abused asshole.

And Victoria was just getting started!

With each moment that passed she fucked into him harder and harder, unrelenting in her pursuit of pleasure. Victoria's face was a mask of sadistic euphoria, her grin manic, her eyes wide like she was high; she might as well have been all things considered, nothing better to her in this life than the most brutal sex she could conjure. Once she got close enough to him her balls began to slam into the front of the couch, the massive orbs swinging back and forth like a pendulum, almost smacking her own ass whenever they flew back between her legs. This form of self-abuse barely registered to her - her bulbous balls were so dense with baby batter that each immense container of potent progeny was more likely to injure someone else.

Those same fleshy wrecking balls continued to prepare insane amounts of pearly syrup, distending against each other as they filled themselves to the brim. They gurgled loudly between their owner's legs, now with enough volume that anyone who might have entered the room would be able to clearly hear them even from several feet away. Her virile slop poured from around her cock and the assistant's gaped hole, no amount of plugging her Herculean mass was able to provide enough to stop the constant leaking. The ground around them was pooling with her sexual refuse, the copious cock cream spreading across the carpet, reaching out to each wall, the pile of pitifully small lingerie on the floor and the door that led to the hall - soon everyone would know what was occurring behind the closed door.

Disappointing as it always was, Victoria could feel herself beginning to bottom out with nearly half of her cock still woefully unsheathed. She could just start to see the outline of her giant glans pushing out the skin on the assistant's chest, creating an outline in his black turtleneck that stretched out past his head and towards the back of the couch. It seemed like it was only a few months ago that she could fuck straight through someone when penetrating their assholes, her cock spearing into their throats to reappear out of their mouths - but now she was far too big for that. A new bout of anger boiled inside of her, one that was misdirected in its direction: she was more furious that normal people couldn't fit her cock like they once had instead of being mad that her cock had grown to an insane degree!

"God damn you're so fuckin' small I don't think i can fit anymore inside of you!" Victoria yelled harshly, slapping the young man's backside several more times, "You're not even worth being called a fuck toy!"

They were garbled and near incoherent, but Victoria could make out the sounds of the assistant apologizing for his perceived failings. It quickly became obvious to the hyper hung futanari as to why the cum-soaked man couldn't respond: when he tried, a gout of cum flew from his lips as soon as he opened them. Even if her cock was too ridiculously huge to fit into his mouth, the seemingly gallons of cum she produced with each passing minute didn't have the same problem. Seeing her semen dribble from her living onahole's face made Victoria aware that she could now feel his stomach sag around her pulsating spear, weighing him down towards the couch, keeping him in place with his newly-added mass; he was bloated as hell already, and she hadn't even cum yet! As usual, the thought of fucking up a new partner so much without even trying increased Victoria's arousal, making her fuck with more unrestrained ferocity.

Victoria hammered away at the assistant's permanently stretched hole. What was once a tiny, untouched exit on his body had become a yawning, cavernous entrance, one that would more than likely never return to its former pristine condition. Holding nothing back, Victoria roughly smashed her hips towards the young man's ass – even if they would never realistically connect – the bulge in his stomach growing larger and larger. More tearing sounds could be heard as his tight black turtleneck finally gave out under the constant brutal battering and his own growing abdomen, shredding in several places across his abdomen. By this point the assistant was no longer holding himself up, his limbs having grown too weak from his insignificant orgasms that were beneath Victoria's notice, his arms cradling his ballooned stomach, the rest of his being kept aloft by the strength of the futa's steely hardness.

The more tense Victoria's body grew, the harder she fucked. Striations became more defined in her muscles, displaying every curve of her toned, hardened bulk like she was in a state of perpetually flexing. Her chest heaved, pushing the lacy black bra she still had on towards the ceiling, her large breasts swollen with arousal and her nipples poking through the thin material of the support garment. Abs popping out, thighs showing off their unnatural sturdiness, her biceps stretching the skin on her arms, she was a sight to behold, the intimidating aura she gave off becoming as pronounced as her strength. She was putting her all into fucking her newest conquest, and it showed!

Cum constantly spewed from between the dark-haired male's lips, his mouth was kept agape by the torrent of seed exiting it; mirroring this, semen spilled out of his asshole in long streams, drenching Victoria's cock down to her crotch, the excess splashing against her abdomen. The entirety of her lower-half was soaked in her own essence like she was wearing a pair of painter's pants that were completely made of white paint. Balls undulating wildly, they crashed into everything around them, including Victoria's feet, the couch, and the floor . They sagged so far down that they beat against the carpet like a pair of basketballs, dribbling themselves without the aid of a handler. Despite all of this, she still fucked into the young man without pause, piercing him as savagely and deeply as she was able to, the bulge in his chest extending even further past his face, only stopping due to the couch and wall in front of them.

Victoria continued to berate him.

"Fucking take it slut!"

"You like being my little bitch?"

"Gonna fill you up real soon!"

Her last exclamation wasn't a lie - she was getting close. Though she did have the stamina to fuck him for as long as she chose, possessing the ability to hold back her orgasm for almost as much as she needed to, there were many others waiting for their own ruining even if they weren't aware of it yet! So Victoria didn't hold back and let her body do what was the most natural thing in the world for it, to do what it had been birthed to, to accomplish the only thing it seemed to be good at: to fuck and cum! Growling, she increased the intensity of her plowing, swiveling her hips as she did, stretching every corner of the assistant's guts, rearranging his insides, pushing his organs aside for something that was much more important. The bubbling swirls of cum that had already been deposited within him helped her efforts along nicely, giving her more space to work with.

Heralding the coming of her climax, Victoria's giant cum factories stopped their unruly bouncing and tightened against each other. Unable to lift themselves like a normal person's might due to the condensed cum collecting inside of them weighing them down, they still managed to pull up slightly and mash together. Keeping Victoria's legs akimbo, they rumbled and growled with increasing vigor, unhappy that they had been denied their release for multiple hours, an amount of time that was much longer than they were used to. The futa's sack looked hard-pressed to contain the corpulent globes, its spaciousness completely diminished by their enhanced size. Like her cock, veins popped out and grew across the thick, leathery-skinned flesh, almost as much blood pumping into them as the ones on her shaft.

Following suit as it did, Victoria's cock had the same reaction to her oncoming orgasm. It practically went through all the motions her balls did, the skin tightening, her arteries engorging, a last bump of length and girth coursing through her massive member. The extensive piss tunnel that stuck out from the underside of her cock widened, stretching out the assistant's already spacious-asshole ever so slightly more, preparing itself for a true load of cum to drive through it. Victoria could see all of this happen in real time, her devastating dick transforming before her eyes, making all the last preparations it would need for its first finale. It was both incredible and horrifying to watch, her genitalia once again acting as though it were an entirely different creature than she was, like it had a mind and a body of its own, possessing its own autonomy that it would gift to Victoria whenever it deemed necessary.

"Here it comes whore!" Victoria howled loud enough that the people in the hallway were sure to have heard her. Smacking his ass one last time, Victoria plunged forward as forcefully as she could, burying whatever last inches of her cock as she could into the assistant. Her hands automatically slid to his waist, gripping it hard enough to turn her knuckles white, keeping him still once again. Entire cock bulging like it was throwing up, the room went silent for a moment - silent except for the still-audible gurgling coming from between the futa's thighs and the dulled music blasting outside. Biting her lip, Victoria almost shook from the strength of her genitalia's vibrations, which caused the assistant's body to tremble against her ravaging ramrod and fingers. With an almost pained grunt she threw her head back, eyes locking onto the ceiling as her cumslit turned into a darkened pit, opening wide enough to swallow an apple whole .

Victoria's cum was so hot that it almost hurt to expel it, having raised in temperature with the continuous expansion of her junk. The searing, pearly liquid scorched the inside of her urethra as it trudged up her turgid length, mixing in pain with the pleasure she felt at finally achieving release; though it was already surrounded by a sea of semen, her cock heated up, her real load eclipsing everything she had spewed so far in every way possible. It was thicker, more copious, more potent , along with the aforementioned increase in warmth, and now the assistant, the one who Victoria never even bothered to ask the name of, was about to learn all of that up close and personal.

Nothing could have prepared him for what was about to happen.

It was like everything she had deposited into his guts and leaked around the room had combined and then doubled into one shot. His stomach already gave off the appearance that he had somehow gotten pregnant despite his sex – though more realistically it just looked like he had a very swollen beer bell – but as soon as Victoria's load rocketed into him that completely changed. Instead of looking as though he had excessively imbibed, it looked like he had swallowed an entire keg - and that was just the beginning. The front of his stomach slammed into the seat of the couch, wobbling wildly as it did, causing his whole body to jiggle like it was made of rubber, before the sides of his skin started to overtake the rest of the semen-stained furniture. All of this happened in seconds, and Victoria had just started!

Though it had already happened, the assistant's eyes still flew open as a geyser of the futa's virile substance exploded out of his mouth. Previously it had only come out occasionally in little spurts or large globs but now it was streaming out of it like Victoria had her cock pressed right at the back of his throat. Twin jets of cum shot out of his nose at the same time, her gooey muck clogging all of his airways at once, his face drenched by the splashback that bounded off the wall back onto him. The young man's limbs were now entirely limp, hanging aimlessly against his inflated form and brushing the ground and couch - but still he didn't fall; Victoria's cock was easily strong enough to support his entire weight, even if his expanded midsection was helping that as well.

Hips jerking erratically, Victoria made shallow thrusts into the assistant's body, swishing the cum around with her tremendous pole. Her orgasm wasn't done – not by a long shot – and her initial blast of thick ball jelly was still firing off unimpeded. She could feel the sexual syrup seep around her shaft where it met her new fuck toy's backside, running down her cock in dense rivulets and splattering loudly onto the floor like someone was pouring out pancake batter. After over a minute of continuous unloading, she finally looked back down to see the consequences of her climax, her eyes lidded over with lust. They narrowed at the sight in front of her, and a cocky smile touched her painted lips: she liked what she was seeing!

The assistant she was fucking barely looked human anymore, having been transformed into an inflatable cum mattress that her log of a cock was currently sticking out of. Cum spewed from every hole on his body that it could, soaking everything around the pair. His stomach was so big that the couch under him was almost totally hidden under his mass, and Victoria thought she could hear the legs of it groan through the noisy, unending blasts of her cum. Grunting, she flexed her cock and lifted the progeny-packed man up completely from the crumbling furniture, raising him into the air several feet from where he had been situated. Smirking, she relaxed her monstrous member as much as she could mid-orgasm, and let his inflated form crash back down into the furniture, instantly breaking its legs, the whole frame cracking in half down the middle.

Laughing at the wreckage and the absurd display of her prowess, Victoria grabbed her cock and walked backward, slowly removing her crotch rocket from the assistant's cum-clogged tunnel. Heaps of cum spilled from around her exiting shaft, splattering loudly onto the floor, the virile goop exiting the place it had been confined to as quickly as it could; this let the man breathe for the first time in what felt like minutes, his borderline unconscious mind coming to life just long enough for him to start to suck in air. Like when she had first entered him, a distinct popping noise occurred when she managed to unsnag her glans from his abused rim, a waterfall of cum immediately flowing out of the newly-formed cavern. Victoria's orgasm had continued unabated through the entire process and she sprayed down the assistant's bloated body as soon as her glans came free.

Stroking herself rapidly despite not needing too, Victoria ejaculated her frothy emissions over the oversized form of her newest worshiper. Her cum sprayed out in a conal fan-shape in front of her, drenching everything in its line of sight, the area from the far wall to the door covered by her tidal wave of potent wigglers. If the man she had just finished fucking to within an inch of his life had been even remotely recognizable before she had packed him to the brim, he didn't even resemble the person he had been less than hour before. Submerged and saturated in Victoria's semen, it didn't look like the assistant was there at all, a mountain of cum having taken his place instead; coughs and gasps rang out from under the innumerable layers of ball gunk she had already shot onto him, and those strangled cries were becoming the only way to tell that there was someone under the heaps of bubbling ball brew.

Satisfied with his conquering, both inside and out, Victoria whipped around to face the wall behind her, her cock cascading cum in a long arc that trailed across the ceiling. Pausing before she had made a complete one-eighty, she turned towards the slightly semen-stained pile of discarded lingerie that was on the ground in the corner next to her. Cocking her cock like a shotgun, she shoved it downward so that her next helping of baby batter rocketed right into the mound of customized clothing, causing the garments to explode outward like a stick of dynamite had gone off at their core. Laughing once more, she painted each of the now-ruined pieces that were still in her sights, plastering them to the walls and carpet, burying them under her saucey superiority.

She turned once more, this time finding herself in front of the mirror.

Victoria grunted and flexed her kegels before her cock had a chance to spew more of its potent progeny, her cumslit snapping shut like a mouse trap, the effort of the action making her wince. Staring at her naked, sexual-fluid soaked reflection, Victoria studied her body. Powerful. Scary. Intimidating. The only words ever used to describe her, from herself and from others. It was callous of her to believe she would ever be thought of any differently, her attempts at normalcy a foolish pursuit. Why did she ever think she could accomplish anything? Looking at her body reminded her she only one had purpose in the world and to try and fight it was futile. Her fate had been decided for her the moment she was born.

Her body coursed with hatred at what she was seeing. Herself . She was looking at someone who threw away their one chance at a good life. She was looking at someone who couldn't control their urges for even a single Goddamn day. She was looking at defeat . A freak is what stared back at her, a monster that could never be anything but that - a monster that had no desires or drive of its own, one that behaved according to instinct alone. And if she looked like a monster and acted like a monster, then she would be a monster. Face contorting into the most twisted visage of malice that it could produce, Victoria's mouth opened into an ear-splitting screams.

"Fuck you!"

At the same time she bellowed her anguish into a simple two-word phrase, she relaxed her body and let her orgasm carry on. Her cock – something she had managed to hardly spare a glance at while she gazed upon her pitiable form – had turned a deep shade of red, looking ready to implode on itself at any moment. It visibly lurched like it was trying to shoot itself from her groin, a condensed orb of cum blasting from her urethra instead. The cannonball of cocksnot smashed directly into the center of the mirror, shattering it in its entirety, a spiderweb of cracks splaying out across its surface. It was followed closely by another shot, a more-regular stream of semen that finished the job, sending shards of glass flying onto the floor. Victoria smirked at the petty triumph.

Turning again, she set her sights on the rack of bras and shoes to her right. The force of the squirt of cock cream that hit it was enough to send the whole thing careening to the floor, the myriad of support garments scattering around the floor. Victoria made sure to cover each pair of heels next, filling and painting them with cum one by one until they were as ruined as everything else in the room. Satisfied with the momentary revenge but still having much more excessive gunk to expel, she aimed her cock everywhere else around the changing room, only consciously avoiding the clothing she had brought with her; the rest of the room, however, was open season for her sexual destruction.

Sperm rained down in heavy, hot droplets around her by the time her climax had petered out. Cum stained her entire body, ruining the work that had been put into beautifying her countenance and hair, her form sleek with her semen. The assistant was still buried under her potent refuse, breathing heavily but otherwise unmoving, the occasional air bubble bursting across the layers of cum she'd left atop of him. There wasn't an inch of the room, except for one corner, that hadn't been drenched like a gooey hurricane had barreled through it; she had released so much pent-up progeny that she was standing in over an inch of her own expulsion, soaked almost to her ankles in the stuff.

Victoria stroked her cock casually as she decided on her next course of action.

She was still horny obviously, her cock just as erect as when she had started, if not more so, her balls enlarged and ready for further releases. Using the assistant was out of the question - he was completely passed out and she wasn't about to dig through the hill of cum to try and wake him up. Marching into the hall was the most obvious option available to her, letting everyone in her vicinity know what had occurred, but was that what she wanted to do? It might be in her best interest to take her time, to lure person after person into her new lair, pounce on them before they realize what was happening; however, her train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hello?" a feminine voice called out from the hall, "Your buzzer rang. Did you need help with anything?"

Confused, Victoria looked towards the device on the small table next to the couch. It was completely covered by her cum, as expected, and the button was weighed down by a large dreg of semen that sat directly on top of it. Her face lit up at the sight - her choice had been made for her! Shuffling and adjusting herself, Victoria angled her body so it was pointed directly at the door, her semen-belching glans hovering only inches from the closed entrance. Crossing her arms over her chest, her hands squelching into her soggy lingerie, she waited for another moment before responding, building up anticipation for herself and the woman who would soon enter her domain.

"I do," she spoke confidently, raising her voice to make sure it penetrated the wooden barrier, "so please, come in."

…

Ashley fussed with herself in front of the floor-length mirror. She scowled at her reflection as she patted at her blonde locks, having argued with her stylist for a myriad minutes on what should be done with her hair; she wasn't a particular fan of how her makeup had been applied either, questioning whether she was supposed to look like a model or a prostitute. Every color the woman who had worked on her was incredibly bright and showy, not at all how she liked to look. Ugh, she could have done it better herself! Her hair had been curled for what felt like hours and now she looked like fucking Shirley Temple! It seemed like she was the last model to enter the changing rooms, almost every other seat around her having been vacant by the time she left. Whatever, if this whole modeling thing turned out well for her, she could deal with looking like this, at least for today.

On top of being dissatisfied with how she was made to look for her first runway appearance, Ashley found herself annoyed that the biggest of the lingerie was just a tad too loose for her to wear. The bra fit great and pushed her average breasts up towards her chin, making them appear much bigger than they actually were - but that article of clothing hadn't been the problem. It was the specially-made panties that were causing her to feel a wave of insecurity, something she hadn't expected today. They came in a range of sizes, and she had confidently grabbed the largest pair, ready to show off her huge package.

But they were too big!

She knew already that she wasn't the biggest futanari alive, actually being the least hung in her circle of friends, but she still thought of herself as more-than-blessed in the endowment department. Yet here she was, faced with the truth. The 'middle' size fit her like a glove, clutching her flaccid phallus comfortably, supporting her balls perfectly. When she had tried the most expansively altered of the underwear, her balls seemed to fill out their own brassiere well enough, but the end of the cock-sock part of it hung a couple inches off the tip of her dick; she had considered stroking herself and pump some blood into her dick, but she figured it would be too noticeable and difficult to maintain only a half-erection while walking around. So she relented, switched pairs, and here she was taking her time in getting ready for the main event.

The baby blue garments looked good on her, that was undeniable at least. Her cock had never looked so sexy, the pale flesh cradled nicely by the lacey extension in the crotch. Ashley was fairly fit, and she couldn't help but admire the rest of her svelte body, twisting back and forth, checking out her own ass, and smooth skin. Touching her now-curly hair again, she scowled as the loud club music reverberated through her room; she had guessed that would be the soundtrack to the runway, but did it have to be so loud!? Not only could she feel the bass in her feet, but the otherwise-instrumental beat was occasionally intersped with moans and screams, ones that were very sexual in nature. It was a weird choice, but she guessed the designer, Dolores, was going all out with the seductive atmosphere of the show.

Shaking her head, the ringlets her hair had been formed into batting at the side of her face, she made her way to the door to her changing room, ready to make her debut. Gripping the handle, Ashley paused, her nose twitching. There was a familiar scent, one that smelled like cum seeping into her room. It was weird to smell such a thing here, and she could only guess that maybe some of the other futa had been hooking up while they waited, either with each other or with some of the assistants. The thought made her roll her eyes; how hard was it to control yourself in public? If anything it would just make her look better, not giving into her carnal desires, and hopefully would make her a standout amongst her peers.

Ashley opened the door and was greeted with a reality that was even more bizarre than what she had thought it would be.

The wall directly across from her room was completely covered in cum that painted the entirety of the hallway as far as she could see, and a river of the thick semen ran down the floor into the styling area. There was a woman to her right, leaned against the wall right by her room, drenched head to toe in sperm, her stomach inflated to the point that she looked like she had swallowed several pumpkins whole. Her eyes were totally blank and she was moaning incoherently as cum sprayed from her incredible gaped cunt under her gravid abdomen; a series of other erotic exclamations touched her ears, and Ashley realized she had mistaken them as being part of the songs playing. A dripping sound caused her to raise her head, and stared in wonder at a matching stream of cum that painted the ceiling, mirroring the carpet beneath it.

Had a fucking orgy taken place that she had somehow missed!? Eyes wide, Ashley closed the door to her dressing room, revealing the rest of the hall to her. It only got worse. She immediately recognized that both futanari and the workers had suffered the same fate as the person next to her. Men, women, futa, it didn't seem to matter - all types of bodies were splayed out across the lake of cum, clearly dumped and forgotten once they were used. Each and every one of them was in the same state: fucked to unconsciousness, covered in layers of some of the thickest semen she'd ever seen, and with their holes gaped to an insane degree. There wasn't a person around her that wasn't inflated by gallons of cum either, bloated bellies hanging onto the carpet and pressed against walls as far as the eye could see. All of the futa possessed completely limp cocks, ones that were leaking their one comparably-diminutive amount of seed. Ashley hadn't seen such sexual devastation since the last time she had hung out with…

Her train of thought was interrupted by a door farther down the hall being kicked open. It slammed wetly into the wall next to it, splashing cum around, a figure stepping forcefully out of it - no, not just a single figure but two of them! They were both futa Ashley could instantly tell, but they were not a pair that was on equal footing. The one she didn't recognize, a chubby, dark-skinned futanari, was being held in the air by a pair of muscular, strong arms, her sizable cock flopping wildly as she was jerked up and down. Her stomach was distended, hanging over the front of her groin, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth limply. Ashley was surprised she could even make that much out because the futa's body was practically a blur, being fucked hard by the person doing the penetrating.

That was the one Ashley recognized.

She was the individual that had sat across from her during the wait before the interviews, the one she had smiled at only to be met with a cocky smirk. Ashley had brushed it off, having met others like her, but the dark-haired futanari had given off a familiar vibe, one she only felt when she was in the presence of a certain friend of hers. It had given her the shivers, but she ignored it, figuring her nerves were just getting the better of her; besides, she hadn't noticed any bulge in her skirt on that day, which was odd considering the company they were in. But still the stranger had a strong presence and had given off an intimidating aura, and now Ashley knew exactly why that was.

Even from her position at the opposite end of the hall, Ashley could clearly see that the futa was more hung than almost any other she had ever met. She was magnitudes bigger than herself. She had a cock that would put Jamie's to shame. She looked like she was even more enormously endowed than Kendra. And, if the Ashley eyes weren't playing tricks on her, this stranger who was currently fucking everyone in the vicinity, appeared as though she might match Hana in size. The thought sent a shiver down her spine. Frozen in place, Ashley could do nothing but watch as this insatiable futanari with one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen fucked her way through every breathing person she could get her hands on, and she knew from experience that she wouldn't be spared either.

The idea of running away didn't have a chance to cross her mind before the hyper hung futa roared loudly, signaling the coming of her orgasm. Drawn to the sight of the muscular individual's just-as-giant balls, which brushed and bounced through the swamp of semen at her feet with every powerful thrust she made, Ashley watched as they rose slightly towards her groin, stopping abruptly at her knees; despite the distance between them, she could clearly hear the sound of gurgling emanating from the gravid cum factories depths, another thing she'd only experienced in the presence of her most carnally-blessed friends. The pale futa's cock, which looked like a telephone pole sticking from her crotch, visibly shook in turn, and Ashley knew all too well that that meant that cum was racing up her stupendous shaft.

She was right on the mark. The other futa, who she had all-but-forgotten about, screamed in ecstasy as her stomach blew up several sizes in a matter of seconds . Her belly pushed out towards the opposite wall she was facing before suddenly drooping, covering her own spraying cock. It started to hang down towards her knees, flopping up and down in time with the more-superior futa's punishing pistons. When it looked like the dark-skinned futanari was going to explode from the amount of cum blasting into her insides, she unceremoniously dropped to the floor, her fall cushioned by her new pillowy torso which smacked sloppily against the sperm sea. This had the added effect of revealing the muscular third-sexed individual's cock, allowing Ashley to witness in its full glory.

It was just as big as she had feared.

Easily multiple feet of rock hard cock was sticking from the buff futanari's groin, still spewing its load - although now it was landing on the cumflated model, rather than inside of her. Her terrifying appendage was dark in color, covered in a spiderweb of incredibly large veins, and topped with a fierce red head that was even wider than the rest of it. Ashley could see her urethra, which looked even more expansive than her own cock, undulate with each new gout of salty seed that ran up its undeniably awesome length, pulsating like it was a living being. The stranger's monolithic monstrosity stretched out in front of her far enough to nearly press into the side of the hall across from her, much of her seed drenching it incidentally, the force of each shot that rocketed from her throbbing crown strong enough to leave dents in the wall. And it just kept going and going, her orgasm lasting minutes easily , far outstripping all but one she had seen previously.

The longer than Ashley watched, the cloudier her mind grew. While she was used to the musk that others like her let off, the scent his dark-haired futa left off was only comparable to her Asian friend's. It was practically steaming off of the muscled stranger and every one of her victims she had irreparably ruined already. Ashley's own sizable member began to harden in its sleeve, stretching the fabric and lifting up towards her breasts, the mixture of that intoxicating aroma and the overwhelmingly erotic sight in front of her affecting her body immediately. Her whole body felt flush, her pink nipples sticking out like little erasers, her knees wobbling from the brain-melting odor; she made the mistake of gasping as arousal overtook her form, allowing even more of the pheromones to enter her.

"W-What…?" she managed to speak softly, the words coming out breathlessly. Ashley wasn't even sure why she was uttering anything, her mind unable to come up with any proper exclamation or response to what she was behold. Her hand traveled to her now-fully-hard dick and began stroking it, her control over her body waning; she just couldn't help but jerk off at what was happening around her! As she jerked herself silently, she watched the dominant futanari across the hall from her begin to paint everything around her with cum, spraying her seed back into the room she had just exited from and shooting extra helpings of ball sauce over the other passed out, used up people in her immediate vicinity. The blonde futa began to hyperventilate, which, to her own horror and excitement, seemed to draw attention of the beast she had been giving her rapt attention to.

The other futanari turned to look at her.

"You." she spoke and grinned wildly. The hyper hung futa stomped towards her without an ounce of hesitation, her feet sinking into the ocean of cum masking the carpet, her toes glorping through the thick muck. Ashley was amazed that she didn't slip as she hastily approached - this stranger was clearly used to walking through her own mess. Without even looking she moved around her previous victims, avoiding them with practiced ease, weaving between the overinflated, semen-engulfed bodies with frightening speed. Loud indecipherable moans and mumbled words provided a soundtrack to the bulky futanari's march, like a perverse chorus heralding Ashley's imminent conquering.

As soon as the other futa had made it over to her she slapped her massive cock down on Ashley's much smaller appendage. The blonde futanari winced at the power of the impact, the feeling more akin to being hit with a baseball bat , a high-pitched squeal escaping her lips. While her dick was still being eclipsed by the superior member between the two, the dark-haired stranger reached out and tore off her specially-made underwear, ripping it off of her genitalia and throwing it to the ground; it was immediately crushed underfoot with enough force to cause a splash of cum to rain down on their legs. Now that her appendage was freed of its lacy confines, the full, burning heat of the giant bitch breaker was fully felt by Ashley, its touch almost painful from its incredible temperature.

"I remember you," Victoria snarled threateningly, batting her cock against Ashley's, pushing it around like it was nothing, "showing off your little cock at the modeling agency like you were hot shit. Well how do you feel now!?"

"I-I, ooooh!" Ashley's response was cut off by another lust-fueled squeal. Her cock bucked against Victoria's, feebly bouncing off the underside of the mighty mast, unable to make it move even an inch. Balls tightening, her own dick gave a single throb before a long stream of cum flew from her pulsing pink tip. It washed against the size-surpassing shaft covering it, bathing it in her seed, rivulets cascading down towards Victoria's swollen testicles; Victoria laughed at the comparatively-pathetic offering, giving Ashley a haughty, condescending look though her entire orgasm. Lasting nearly a minute, an amount of time that would be impressive in the presence of anyone else , her load added to the preposterous quantities of bubbling ball gunk that already drenched every inch of the hall around them.

"That's what I thought."

Victoria didn't let the blonde futanari a moment to recover from her sudden climax, using her tremendous tower of terror to knock her over, a quick swipe of her hips all it took to accomplish this. Ashley's limbs flailed as she fell back onto the ground, landing with a slorping sound as her body sank into the swamp of semen, the gooey glue-like liquid sucking her into the carpet. Eyes rolling around in her skull, they fell onto the passed-out woman she had first seen, nearly bulging out of her skull as the realization hit her that she would be next; this was just going to be like Thanksgiving! Her suspicions were confirmed instantly by her legs being roughly grabbed and pulled apart into the air, her ass raising off the ground. She looked over at Victoria's manic face.

"Time to show you what a real cock can do!"

Not about to correct the furious futa, having been in this position several times in her life by another who was at least as endowed as the well-built futa was, if not more so, Ashley stayed silent and watched the start of her ravaging. Angling her hips downward, Victoria relaxed her cock so that it was pressed into the floor, half-sunk into all the cum she'd expelled already, nestled it under Ashely's baseball-sized testicles; Victoria's enormous, head-comparable glans put the blonde's balls to shame, both of them able to rest on top of it with quite a bit of tough flesh to spare. Pushing against Ashley's sex, Victoria could feel the heat of the lesser-futa's arousal emanating off of it, along with a different kind of wetness that was distinct from all the semen around them - Ashely was clearly aroused, and she was going to take full advantage of that fact!

Grinding her monstrous member into the blonde's sex, Victoria found with no small amount of surprise that her glans began to slide in with relative ease; Ashley was one of the tiniest, in stature and build, of all the people she had fucked today, but seemingly possessed the loosest cunt. Maybe she was one of those freaks who could only get off by stretching herself out! Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Victoria was more than happy to use this slut's worn-out pussy for all it was worth. Nudging her colossal crown into the other futa, Victoria almost couldn't get over just how damn smooth this initial penetration was going, the idea of fitting into someone so well almost unsettling. In a matter of seconds her entire lower head had forced its way through Ashley's folds, creating a recognizable bump right at her bellybutton.

A new set of moans joined the erotic vocal ensemble that rang out through the hallway, Ashley's lips opening and letting out a drawn out, ecstatic howl as soon as Victoria inserted the entirety of her lower head. Her cock, still hard even after her previous premature-ejaculation, bounced against her stomach and the distension of the monster through her pale skin, already leaking more arousal down her front. Fingers raking through the virile gunk that swam around the floor, she stared with rapt attention at her ongoing penetration, chest heaving with labored breaths; it looked like she was giving birth to some kind of horror-movie monster or alien, her cunt incredible stretched already, her stomach beginning inflate from Victoria's leaking fleshy faucet. Victoria stretched her legs farther to the sides as she thrust more of her untamed beast forward.

Crouching lower to the floor, Victoria plowed forward, her shaft sliding through Ashley's depths like a bullet through paper. She was hardly surprised when the blonde futa's cervix presented the weakest barrier she'd ever felt, needing only the slightest amount of force to pierce it. The other third-sexed person's cunt tightened and convulsed around her ridiculous rod with every new inch added, her warm arousal soaking her cock with each sexual spasm. Quickly, Victoria's mighty crown pushed into Ashley's womb, finding the baby-room spacious and welcoming. It was becoming annoying for the hyper futa that her latest conquest was managing her carnal mammoth like it was nothing!

"God damn you're fucking loose!" Victoria insulted the blonde loudly, giving a powerful thrust towards her, "You must fuck horses for fun!"

She wasn't far off from the truth!

"Y-You're so fucking big!" Ashley panted back, her head falling back into the copious gunk around her, "And feel so good!"

"That's right the slut, the best you'll ever get!"

Finding herself emboldened by the lesser-futa's words, Victoria began to fuck into her harder, sliding more and more of her cock in and out of her gaped hole. Her enormous testicles splashed into the sea of semen below them over and over again, sending huge dregs of cum flying around, baptizing themselves in their own ambrosia. Both of their bodies were now sperm-slicked, mixing in with their already-pastel toned flesh, causing their limbs and torsos to shine. This just increased how damn strong Victoria looked, like she was oiled up before a competition, her muscles and their intense definition vibrant under the light coming from the ceiling above them. More droplets fell from her striated bulk the harder she pumped into the writhing blonde.

Victoria couldn't lie: it felt good to fuck someone who provided such little resistance. There was something enjoyable about having her cock glide through the inner walls and womb of Ashley, not having to hold back for the first half of the copulation like she usually did; she'd been able to fuck almost as hard as she desired straight from the start! The force of her thrusts caused the blonde's body to bob through the mold of cum she laid in, sending ripples out that reached both ends of the hall. Her cock's outline had reached the other futa's chest by this point, something she had accomplished in only a few minutes, and the bulge was pressing against the small bra that still contained Ashley's breasts, stretching the skin-tight fabric more than it was designed to be. Despite the smaller-futa's roomy insides, her body could only handle less than half of Victoria's cock, a point she was reaching already.

Only a few minutes after her previous penile-orgasm, Ashley reached another one. She'd climaxed with her cunt several items during the short duration of the pounding that had occurred so far, but now she was cumming from her other set of genitalia. Her cock lurched against her bloated abdomen, the head swaying above her breasts, her pink glans pointed directly at her own face. Balls bouncing against Victoria's super-sized shaft, they pulled up against the top of her punished pussy, and sent their load up her shaft. Ashley sprayed herself in the face with her seed, giving her a self-created facial, her features that weren't covered by Victoria's cum swiftly masked. As her head was completely drenched by her own offering, she could hear the hyper-hung futa laugh cruelly above her, mocking her pitiful display and load that was nothing compared to her own.

Ashley's entire body was being jerked back and forth violently by her ankles, her ass and most of her back lifted off the ground. Victoria put the blonde's legs up on her shoulders and used the extra leverage to wreck her with increasing intensity. It looked like the futa was working out, squatting up and down repeatedly to force her cock through Ashley, barely moving the rest of her body in the process. Seed slopped from the ruined cunt she was plowing into, adding to the ridiculous quantities of cum flooding the hall, the squelching joining the rest of the perverse cacophony that reverberated around the pair. In the midst of the brutal rutting Victoria was engaged in she started to decide on just how long she would put this little bitch in her place before filling her with cum.

That was until her thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected touch from behind her.

Freezing, Victoria craned her neck to see who was brazen enough to put a hand on her magnificent form without permission. It was one of the assistant she already fucked into a coma - at least as far as she could tell; her body was still covered by copious layers of cum, making hard to see exactly who the person was. The random woman was balancing on her inflated stomach, having apparently dragged herself across the hall to reach Victoria, and now had her arms outstretched in order to caress the futa's giant sperm tanks. Not bothering to address the unrecognizable individual, Victoria turned back to her fucking, silently allowing the worship to continue, basking in the fact that even though the woman could barely move she still crawled to her just for another chance at a simple touch.

Now that she was being pleasured from two different angles, Victoria fucked Ashley vigorously. Rocketing her cock in and out of the small blonde, she relished in the feeling of having a bonus set of hands on her body, and even, as far as she could tell, a tongue as well; it was a bit hard to know exactly what was touching her, her tough skin and the cum covering it muddling the feeling. She was being treated the way she deserved , like an altar of pure sexual force and virility that people could prostrate themselves and offer their bodies at. It was how the world should be, the way it would be if people actually recognized her – and futanari in general – as beings to be celebrated instead of scorned. Victoria's self-absorbed glory was cut off suddenly by the person behind her moving their lusty reverence to the place right above her balls.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Victoria bellowed as she turned her upper-half around, pausing her fucking in its tracks to address the woman behind her, "Who said you could touch me there!?"

The cum-covered assistant recoiled, gaping at the futanari and shielding herself with her hands.

"I-I'm sorry, I just thought–"

"Well you thought wrong! You do not get to do that. Ever!"

"I won't! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you! Please, I'll do whatever you want, I just need to touch you."

Victoria glared at the woman for a moment longer, her teeth grinding together.

"That was your one warning," she threatened ominously, "Understand?"

""Yes! Yes! I understand! I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

Immediately after she finished her regret-filled apology, the assistant dove forward despite her weighed-down form and buried her head in the back of Victoria's giant sack, her face dipping between the folds, nearly completely engulfed by the venous flesh. She went to work licking and sucking without hesitation, her hands once again groping and cradling the endless amounts of ball flesh they could hold. Victoria watched her for a moment before facing forward once more, her visage red, her eyes flaring with fury. Taking several deep breaths, she grabbed onto Ashley's knees and with renewed strength, began fucking her again. The blonde futa screamed and moaned at the sudden punishing thrusts being launched into her.

"Take it you fucking slut! Take my fucking cock!" Victoria yelled angrily down at the blonde, her face a mask of rage, "Its all your fucking good for! You're nothing but a fucking cocksleeve!"

Ashley couldn't find the willpower to respond, her body completely limp except for her still-hard cock which waved every which way in the air in time with Victoria's thrust. Her brain was fully devastated by this point, lust and desire the only things capable of filling it, the only thoughts she could muster were ones concerning pleasure and more orgasms. The blonde's pussy pulsated rapidly, squeezing and tightening against her partner's beastly member over and over again, spraying its arousal in a continuous stream or dribble; her body was not her own anymore, it belonged to this extremely endowed futa who she knew wanted nothing more than to use her up and dispose of her once she was done. There were worse things in this life!

The entirety of Victoria's being was focused on fucking. Every ounce of strength she possessed was being put into the strenuous plowing, cliffs and valleys becoming more established across her form, her muscles seemingly expanding in real time. After all the cumming and pussy-destroying she had done in the past… well, however long she'd been engaged in satiating her unending arousal, her gravid sperm makers were now resting on the floor, no longer hovering inches above it. The rumbled and gurgled with enough force to constantly shake the cum around them, practically creating bubbles across the swimmer-laced pond. Victoria's cock throbbed violently as well, which only helped to stimulate to herself and whoever she was fucking.

Despite the previous interruption and unwanted exploration from the bitch behind her, Victoria could feel the telltale signs of her climax bearing down on her. This wasn't surprising considering how brutally she'd been barreling her beast into the blonde, the other futa's inner walls gripping her like a glove; her cunt might have been spacious, but it still felt amazing! There was also a special, somewhat sadistic satisfaction that Victoria experienced when witnessing the effect she had on others, Ashley's constantly-cumming cock a prime example. It was empowering to know that it took so little effort to make people buckle under the pleasure she was able to provide without really trying, a visible display of her carnal prowess that she never tired of.

Moving her hands down to Ashley's ass, Victoria lifted the blonde futa higher until just her head was balanced on the ground like a breakdancer. In this position she was able to piston her hips straight downward, shoveling her monstrous leviathan in and out of the pale slut's cavernous cunt. Balls dragging across the carpet, they would have slapped against the smaller futanari's pert cheeks if they were capable of lifting themselves into the air, each one so swollen with boiling seed that Victoria could have used them as stools to sit on. That was a first for her, her corpulent cum containers having never reached such a preposterous size before - just another aspect of her unexplainable growth she was going to have to deal with in the future! But that wasn't on her mind at the moment: she was solely focused on using this person to wring another orgasm from her cock.

That addictive ecstasy she chased like the most delectable high was only moments away.

As with everyone Victoria fucked, Ashley's body was fairly bloated with all the excess seed the powerful futa released between orgasms. Her stomach rounded out like she was in the middle of a pregnancy, elevating her sizable shaft so that it was pointed above her head, the strings of milky sperm it spewed landing in her cum-soaked, splayed locks. With her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in their sockets, Ashley was completely out of it, fucked into an orgasm-induced coma like everyone else passed out around her; even in this state she could still feel the changes in Victoria's cock and the increased ruthlessness of her jackhammering, a small part of her brain that was still functioning able to tell what was about to happen.

Once Victoria had had several orgasms during one so-called session, her balls and cock barely had to change to accommodate her euphoric explosion; that didn't stop the alteration from happening however. As if it needed the extra bulk, her cock grew in length and girth regardless, at least an inch added onto them both, sending her glans pushing at Ashley's neck and distending her insides further. Victoria was practically forced into a standing split with the additional enormity pumped into her massive testicles; the churning noise they emitted was deafening for anyone with their ear up to it, like the assistant behind Victoria, whose entire head up to her shoulders were currently lost in the futa's sack. She still hadn't stopped licking, sucking, and mauling the giant globes since her profuse apology, even if Victoria wasn't paying her or her actions much attention by the point.

"Gonna blow you up with my cum, slut!"

If Victoria cared just a sliver less about the people she fucked, that statement wouldn't have been a lie - with the amount of sperm she shot, she could very well make that a reality. Her incessantly gaping piss slit spread itself further to accommodate the load of virile seed racing up her urethra, pushing it out enough that it looked like a second smaller, but still ridiculously huge cock was grafted to the underside of her shaft. Every massive artery that weaved across her fleshy obelisk throbbed against each other, the gnarly purple and blue tubes criss-crossing each other like they were fighting for space under her expanse of cockskin. One last palpitation rocked Victoria's genitalia, and then her orgasm truly began.

The first searing hot load fired into Ashley's womb, whitewashing her inner walls and inflating her abdomen. Due to the roomy-nature of Ashley's sexual depths some of Victoria's cum came promptly blasting back out of the sides of her peeled-back lower lips, shooting out in random streams onto the floor and Victoria's chest, her crotch aimed towards the hyper futa's torso; however, this didn't stop her stomach from exploding outward. The amount of semen exiting her cunt wasn't enough to stifle the high-pressure flow of Victoria's potent progeny into her baby room, the amount spraying into her not even remotely equivalent to the amount leaking out. Her pale midsection rose higher and higher, reaching towards the ceiling at an incredible pace, the entire thing shaking and jiggling like it was made of flan.

As her stomach ballooned incredibly, Ashley's cock was pushed down by her newly-gained mass. It lay across Victoria's dwarfing dick, shooting out the ropes of cum it could still manage to produce after so many rapid, previous orgasms. The milky strands painted Victoria's shaft for only a moment before a splash of cum from her pulverized pussy rinsed it all off, anointing the extremely hung futa's altar in her own Holy Oil. It took less than a half a minute for the top of her stomach to redden, growing far past a size it was ever meant too; the sides of abdomen hung over her ribs towards the ground, the top covering her chest and pushing her bra-clad breasts towards her chin, the first few inches of the base of her shaft hidden under her cum gut. Ashley was sure that she was gonna pop at any moment!

But as she always did, Victoria pulled out just in time, flexing her kegel muscles to bounce the blonde off of her cock, sending her backflipping through the air. Ashley landed on her enormous belly, a blast of cum flying out of her cunt onto the passed out woman behind her, drenching her in a healthy coat of freshly brewed seed. Not needing to move after sending the other futa flying, Victoria grabbed her cock and stroked it vigorously, aiming her cannon at the bullseye she was planning to hit. Her next savage salvo hit Ashley right between the eyes, instantly engulfing her face, masking it in multiple layers of creamy gunk. Victoria painted her countenance several times over until there was more cum than skin attached to her neck.

Pointing her meat missile lower, she blasted the medicine ball of semen Ashley called her stomach first, soaking her breasts and the ruined lingerie still clinging to her shoulders. Over and over again Victoria beamed her ball babies at the blonde, hitting her hair, back, and ass which wiggled in the air until a film of cock milk covered her being; all of her limbs were targeted as well, the thin, pale appendages splayed across her ballooned belly, hanging down like gooey stalactites. Victoria covered the lesser-futa until she blended in with everything else in the hall that wasn't Victoria herself, left as just another cum-covered, used-up sex toy, the same as everyone of the other sexually-slaughtered individuals laying around them. Once Victoria was satisfied with the seminal saturation of the previously-cocky futa, she whipped around suddenly enough to send the assistant worshiping her throbbing testicles reeling backwards.

"I didn't forget about you slut!"

Climax continuing, Victoria changed the direction of her oozing onslaught onto the already-fucked woman. Thrusting her hips at the stunned assistant, she mashed her giant glans against the woman's ball-sweat-covered countenance, and unloaded directly onto her features. Cum burst across her forehead and eyes, sprinkling everything nearby, her head taking on the appearance that she had dipped it into a vat of vanilla icing in mere seconds. Ignoring her own coughing and gasping at the sudden liquid attack on her person, the assistant reached up and wrapped her hands around Victoria's pulsating helmet, steadied it, and then suctioned her lips onto the tip. Her cheeks ballooned and dregs of cum spilled from her cheeks as her throat worked furiously to swallow and engorge her body on as much of the futa's protein-packed shake as she could.

Victoria turned her attention away from the slut chugging her cum straight from the source to the rest of the hallway. Eyes scanning over the destruction she'd cause, both to the infrastructure of the building and the people in it, she began planning her next step. The woman attached to her cock would be next to get fucked, obviously, but then what after that? There was a good chance that one of the others in the area she'd already ruined would wake up, and she could use them once again - more people continued to trickle into the hall anyway, giving her a steady supply of holes to use. She'd just keep fucking and fucking until she was satiated of course, but was there anything else she could do?

Almost like her lust was controlling her actions, she snapped her head towards the door at the far end of the hall.

It was the door opposite the one she had originally entered from - the one that led to backstage and the runway. Victoria bit her lower lip as she studied it, her focus entirely on this last barrier between her and… something . The sounds of the slut slurping on her pole wasn't able to penetrate her concentration. The drips of cum falling onto her shoulders and head went unnoticed. The stirring of one of the futa she'd fucked already didn't draw her vengeful attention. Everything was gone but her and that door, the one that had her behind it. She could feel her face heat up at the sight, her fists clenching in front of her breasts. What would happen if she took her wrath there next?

Did it even matter? She already ruined her chance at a better life, the overwhelming evidence of that surrounding her from all sides. Even if she went through and tried to explain to Dolores what had happened, it wouldn't change anything! There wasn't a doubt in her mind she'd be escorted out of the building, blacklisted from any further involvement in futa-centered developments of the world. Her chances at fulfilling her prematurely-born dreams had shattered the moment the lingerie snapped. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but her and her revenge. The people whose potential she had fucked up, the people who put this whole things together, the people waiting in the audience to see the First Futanari Fashion Show - none of it concerned her.

But that didn't mean she was done!

…

"Where the fuck is everybody!?"

Dolores McCartney threw her hands into the air in exasperation. She was standing right on the edge of the stage, hidden by a black curtain, mostly alone. There were a few of the models standing around her nervously, unsure of what was going on. Loud club music pulsed through the speakers surrounding the stage, and while Dolores couldn't hear much of anything besides it, she could still hear the sounds of restlessness coming from the critics and journalists in the audience. She tapped her heel-clad foot against the ground impatiently and checked the time on her fancy watch, noting with annoyance that they were only a few minutes away from the show starting. But only a fraction of the models were ready to go!

She had already sent Penny to check on the progress of the others and to see what was holding everyone up, but she still hadn't returned and that was almost half an hour ago! It was very unlike her assistant to not be prompt with what she ordered her to do - she was definitely going to have words with the young woman when she came back. Dolores was getting so frustrated she considered going to investigate herself but no small amount of pride held her back; she had spent too long getting to where she was to do the same work she had been made to do twenty years ago! Her eyes scanned over the models that were present, happy enough with how they looked at least. If just a couple more showed up she could get this show on the road!

Checking her watch again, a loud bang caused her head to jerk towards the door leading to the changing rooms.

The first thing Dolores saw was some kind of fleshy thing entering through the door first, a bizarre sort of creature throwing up a white substance. As it came more and more into view, she was able to tell that it was actually a cock , one that was bigger than any she'd ever heard of! It was like someone took a normal man's penis and blew it up several times using photo editing software; this meant that the liquid coming from what could only be inhumanly large glans was pure cum , and it was splattering onto the floor by the quart. Foot after foot entered the older woman's view, a pair of equally giant set of balls dragging across the floor right behind it. It was only once she could see the entire package that the person they were attached to stepped into her line of sight.

Like a demonic beast walking through the gates of Hell to drag a victim back with it, Victoria marched forward completely naked. Sperm dripped off her body, dotting the wooden floor, not a single inch of her being not greased with her own virility. Arms crossed over her chest, eyes fixated on the lead designer, mouth twisted into an animalistic snarl, an otherworldly monstrous aura radiated off of the futa's figure. She walked towards Dolores like the ridiculous mass coming from her crotch weighed absolutely nothing, completely uninhibited by what would have left anyone else crippled, her feet making wet sounds against the ground as she got closer and closer. In just a few steps she got as near as she could to the older woman without ramming into her with her enormous cock.

"Victoria….?" Dolores gasped, struggling to make sense of what she was seeing.

"That's right Dolores, it's me." Victoria spoke challengingly, her face masked with anger, "See something wrong?"

The designer's eyes jumped from the futa's face to her cock, looking around to try and figure out what she meant.

"I–I'm not sure what you mean."

"My cock!" Victoria yelled, causing the other models who were transfixed by the superior futa's presence to jump, Dolores wincing as well, "See how fucking big it is!? Guess what didn't fit it? You're stupid fucking lingerie!"

"I–They never told me that any of… of you would be this big!" She began to hastily explain herself, once again staring at the beastial member before her, "I didn't know–"

"You didn't know!? Some fucking excuse! They gave you enough data to make a bunch of different sizes but not for me? How dare you!"

Victoria was shaking now.

"You… you got my hopes up. You made me think I wasn't going to be a fucking freak for once in my life. That I had a chance . All for fucking nothing !"

Closing her eyes and taking a haggard breath, Victoria tried to calm herself before she did something hasty - as if it wasn't too late for that. Opening them slowly, she took in the state that Dolores was in. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were wide, but that wasn't all; with her mouth agape, cheeks flush, and her nipples noticeable through her expensive blouse, it was clear to the futa that Dolores was as aroused as she was shocked. Victoria gave a quick sniff of the air, all but confirming what she had expected. The backstage area was once again filled purely by the body-shaking beats and the constant slopping from Victoria's red crown belching cum onto the floor. No one dared move, everyone waiting on what the furious, hyper hung futa was planning to do next.

"Now you owe me for this humiliation. For making a fool out of me."

A sinister smile touched Victoria's lips.

"Get on your knees…"

…

The crowd whispered and fidgeted restlessly.

It was now almost half an hour after the show was scheduled to start, and there had been no announcement about any delays or errors. Fashion events often started and ended later than they were supposed to, but the people in attendance were always given some kind of notion that it was happening. But there had been nothing - no assistants, designers, or models had come out in over an hour. The curtains at the front of the stage were shut tight and the music was still in the limbo of random, bass-heavy club tracks. Several of the critics and journalists were beginning to wonder whether some kind of prank had been played on them - none of them quite knew what this event was supposed to be out about, only that it involved futanari and would be the first of its kind.

That was the thing that had drawn them to the invite in the first place - a large modeling agency putting on a show that incorporated futanari was unheard of. There were no futa models or really any celebrities of any kind, at least as far as most knew. Many were eager to get in on what was potentially a unique scoop or chance to get a head start on a new group of consumers, but as the minutes passed it was seeming more and more like that wasn't going to happen. The surprise and excitement of this one-of-a-kind fashion show was being replaced by annoyance and frustration; these were not the kind of people whose time you wanted to waste!

As the first stuffy, scowling-faced attendee began to stand up, the curtains began to move.

Now everyone was watching with rapt attention. Notebooks and cameras were pulled out. Legs and arms crossed. Glasses were lowered and adjusted. Some sank farther into their seats in order to get comfortable while others leaned forward, wanting to get as close as they could to the show. A shadow-darkened figure sitting down in one of the few balconies available stood up and moved towards the barrier at the edge of the raised section, placing their hands on the railing. Everyone was excited. Everyone was curious. Everyone was prepared for what was to come - or so they thought.

Dolores appeared from behind the curtain, the one person the audience knew was running this show. It was just her head at first, leading to a wave of confusion across the faces watching, and not just because it was all that appeared; her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, only the whites showing, and her jaw was dropped as if she was silently screaming. More of her body came into view, quickly revealing that she wasn't wearing anything at all. Bare shoulders popped out first, followed by a pair of large, but sagging-from-age breasts that were nicely sized. What appeared below this, however, was what really caused the crowd to stare in wonderment and shock.

Where her stomach should have been was giant protuberance instead. It pushed the wrinkled skin of her abdomen straight out over a foot from the rest of her body. The audience couldn't tell what it was yet , whatever was distending the head designer's torso throbbing and rolling around inside of her wildly. The rest of Dolores's figure burst from the curtains, showing that whatever was inside of her was holding her up in the air, her limbs hanging flaccidly and not touching the ground; this also revealed that she was completely naked, not a single article of clothing adorning her body, showing off every inch of her tanned skin. She was thrust and waved around like a marionette, convulsing, a spray of feminine juices streaming from between her legs and splattering onto the start of the catwalk.

And then the person responsible for the once-dignified woman's disheveled, orgasming state walked out.

Black hair streaked with white emerged from behind the fabric barrier first. It framed a wide-grinning face, one whose brown eyes were alight with a recognizable air of challenge. The rest of this person's body was discolored by the same cream-colored substance, though it wasn't enough to hide the inherent strength they possessed. Muscles wrapped around their torso and arms which were stiff at their sides, striations and curves of power that marked every inch of their being. Large, firm breasts bounced as she moved, capped with hard nipples, revealing that there was some natural fat on her. From behind the bouncing body of Dolores, the audience could clearly see a set of six-pack abs armoring the individual's stomach that ended at a rock-hard waist.

As her strong, bulk-blessed legs stepped casually further down the runway, the group of slack-jawed onlookers were gifted with the sight of the biggest part of this menacing being's body. Sticking from her flat groin was a veritable cannon of a cock, nearly as wide as someone's waist and much longer than their torso; what was more incredulous was the fact that more than a couple feet of this record-setting cock was unsheathed, while nearly just as much was plowed into Dolores's depths. Under this venous, pulsing monstrosity that should have needed a wheelbarrow to carry was a just-as-humongous set of testicles, each one as wide as several medicine balls, both of them dragging along the floor in the saggy sack that rumbled with incredible arousal. It was a ridiculous but no-less real image that was inflicted upon the audience, every single person in attendance too stunned to react.

Victoria paused as she entered the stage, her head turning as she peered at her captive spectators, savoring the looks they were giving her. Like she had fantasized so many times over the past weeks, Victoria made her way down the runway. All eyes were on her, and she strutted the exact same way she would have if she was actually modeling the clothing she'd been hired to. She wagged her hips, making her bubbly behind bounce as she moved, her cock moving in turn, waving Dolores back and forth like a flag. Once she hit the end of the catwalk she stopped, took a breath, and struck a pose, placing a hand on her side and cocking her hips. Still smiling in a way that made her look crazed, she scanned over the gathering of critics and journalists.

For a moment, Victoria fell into a fantasy.

In her mind's eye, cameras flashed around her, capturing her beautiful image to be plastered across magazines and websites for millions to see. The crowd let out a series of oohs and aahs, mesmerized by her amazing figure and mouth-watering endowment - her endowment that wasn't inserted into an old slut, but was cradled perfectly in gorgeous lingerie instead. There was rapid scribbling of pens on paper, other people in the industry quick to write as much about her as they could to publish in articles and so that they could approach her for future modeling opportunities. Her turn finished, another model coming up behind her, a hail of applause and cheers showered at her before she left. Loved and adored by all, just like she always deserved. Like she always wanted.

And then reality hit her full force.

None of that was real of course, simply her deepest desire clouding her brain and giving her the taste of happiness she had craved so passionately in her heart. But she didn't get that true fulfillment, just the fleeting, momentary sort that got her from one day to the next. She was in the same position she was always in: attempting to satiate her lust with a person she barely knew. Naked. Horny. Barely functioning as a human being. Living moment to moment without a care for what would come next. Her cock stuck inside another warm hole, waiting to cum, to achieve temporary satisfaction before the urge for more guided her every moment once again. That's all she was, all Victoria was. Nothing more, nothing less.

Eyes refocusing, Victoria once again looked at the people who should have been admiring her, grimacing at the fact that they were looking at her the same way everyone did. Reaching out, she grabbed Dolore by her ankles – her favorite form of handlebars – and started to drag her towards her crotch. The bulge in the designer's stomach grew more pronounced, stretching out at the audience like it might burst through her body and come for them next. Once Victoria felt like she'd hit the point of no return, she pulled her hips back as far as they would go before slamming them forward; Dolores screamed instantly, another torrent of cunt juices flying from her cunt. Over and over again Victoria plowed into the older woman, using her like a sex toy, using her like she did anyone else that caught her interest.

"What's wrong!?" Victoria yelled into the crowd, never losing her brutal pace, her balls jiggling between her feet, "You all came to ogle and gawk at us futanari didn't you? Well here's your chance!"

Grunting, she fucked the lead designer harder. Turning her hips back and forth, Victoria made sure that everyone still watching could see exactly what she was doing; several members of the audience had already scrambled out of their seats and hastily ran towards the exit, the rest glued to their seats like they were paralyzed. Her cock sprayed cum into the womb of the woman who was undoubtedly too old to have children, bloating it, forcing it to hang towards the ground next to her arms. Victoria pistoned her dastardly dick in and out of Dolores like a machine, her rhythm unfaltering, battering her insides, rearranging them to better fit her cock and no others.

"This is what you all wanted to see right? What you all wanted to take pictures of and write about!? A show!? Well here's the best fucking show you'll ever get!"

Victoria sneered at the crowd, showing her disdain for everyone in attendance. She had waited for this moment, when she was out in the open for all to see, to unleash her potency for the world to watch, to make sure they all knew what a futanari was. Speeding up her fucking, she prolonged her coming orgasm for several moments longer, brutalizing Dolores as hard as she could, taking her revenge on the woman who had scorned her like no other, knowingly or not. Humiliating her like she had been. Showing her why she had fucked with the wrong futa! It didn't matter if the woman was getting more pleasure than she ever had in her entire long life, to Victoria this is what it would take to put her in her place.

Roaring into another orgasm, Victoria continued to barrel her bitch breaker as hard as she could, pushing Dolores's skin to its limits, making sure she'd be gaped for the rest of her existence. Her cock shook hard enough to vibrate the entirety of the fashion designer's being from her head to her toes like she was having a seizure, more strands of her liquid arousal dripping from her permanently-pulverized pussy; the older woman was probably unaware of where she was at the moment, already comatose from an unending stream of climaxes the futa had inflicted on her. The crowd could only watch in horror and a combined arousal that Victoria could smell as this once-respected individual in the industry was turned into a living cocksleeve.

Dolores's mortification became more extreme as she inflated with Victoria's cum. Gallons of the thick white sludge were pumped into her womb in seconds, stretching the organ out magnitudes more than it was ever meant to. Her stomach doubled then tripled in size in quick succession, dropping so quickly towards the Earth that hit the ground with a loud thud . Victoria hadn't stopped her revenge-fueled rampage for even a moment, fucking the woman with enough force that her sperm bloated gut wobbled to and fro like a water balloon about to burst. She didn't stop until Dolores's expanded form began to press into her gurgling, ever churning testicles that she pulled out, walking backward in order to do so.

"What do you think of futanari now!?" Victoria jeered at the crowd as she rapidly stroked her cock, sending her load blasting at the occupied seats, no longer bothering with Dolores, "Is it everything you expected? Feared? Well here's your up close and personal taste!"

Laughing maniacally, Victoria hosed down the audience. Several more members fell out of their seats and crawled on hands and knees to try to avoid the sliming they were about to receive, while others continued to sit, mesmerized, unable to move of their own accord. Like she was watering plants, Victoria used the massive hose sticking from her crotch to bathe her onlookers, turning her body in every direction in order to cover as many people as she could. Her cum sprayed in a wild arc, alternating hitting right where she had aimed her crotch cannon and going high, hitting the walls and the empty chairs behind the crowd. Person after person was drenched, washed in her virile offering - even the ones still trying to make their way out of the auditorium were hit by the occasional stray shot.

"This is what a futanari is! Never forget!"

As Victoria continued to unleash her liquid fury upon the spectators, a certain individual stood out to her - the person standing on the balcony and watching her. Though Victoria couldn't see who they were or much of them at all, darkness covering their body, their stance made them stick out like a sore thumb. Instead of running away in fear or gawking at her like a zombie, this mysterious figure had her arms crossed, her hips cocked in a more casual stance. It was a way that no one had ever looked at Victoria during one of her bouts of sexual deviance, her posture akin to a mother watching their child acting out disobediently. Victoria's face fell for a moment, her own stance relaxing, unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected sight. For once, she was the one stunned.

But that only lasted a moment.

Her usual fury took over at this insubordination of the norm. Lifting her cock with both hands, she pointed it as directly as she could towards the unknown entity. Flexing and grunting, Victoria put as much force into this next shot of ball gunk as she could, her load flying right at the balcony - but it didn't quite make it. The stream of white progeny fell short, hitting the wall under the bottom of the outer wall, painting it like all the other areas in the room. Victoria watched as the person – whoever they were – cocked their head at the futa's action, before turning and leaving, disappearing behind a curtained-door. Brow furrowing at the oddity of that entire, silent interaction, she went back to hosing down the audience.

After the usual, stupendous amount of time had passed for her climax to finish, Victoria's cock finally began to sag. It dipped between her legs and rested against her person-encompassing sack, returning to its smaller, default state - one that was no less as jaw-dropping as her erect size. Steadying her breathing, Victoria looked at the crowd, her expression changing to its natural resting bitch face, no emotion showing on her countenance. She took a last glimpse at Dolores, the room she had wanted to call her place of work, and all the people in it, her chest tightening at what could have been. Her eyes closed as she turned away from it all – from her dreams, her future, her happiness – all of it, and left.

A single tear ran down Victoria's face as she walked back down the runway.

Chapter 6: Victoria Goes Back To The Hospital - And So Does Someone Else

Summary:

Victoria finally realizes that something is wrong with her, and goes back to the hospital from chapter 3. So does someone new!

Notes:

Hey everyone! Got the last story I'm releasing for 2023 here for you - A new chapter of this series! Been a good while since y'all have seen Victoria. This is going to mark a turning point in the series that started with chapter 5 (though there was a bit of turn in ch4), where its focused on Victoria's growth and attempts at being, well, better. This may be divisive, but have wanted Victoria since around chapter 3-4 to be more than just a sexual monster, with reasoning behind her deranged behavior. Anyway, hope y'all like it!

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Chapter Text

The scene playing out in the living room of a small apartment was obscene - routine, but obscene.

Bloated, contorted bodies lay strewn about the room. Men and women were scattered across the flooded floor, bent over the coffee table, and haphazardly intertwined on the permanently stained couch. A dense, viscous substance clung to every surface as far as the eye could see, dripping from the ceiling, running in streaks down the walls, and soaking into each individual piece of furniture. The people within the living space were similarly coated, natural-complexions painted white, these discarded, comatose human-beings saturated both inside and out.

The orifices that all but one of the inhabitants of the apartment possessed were stretched to an absurd degree. Assholes of both the males and females were gaped to a diameter that didn't seem plausible, a river of the same pearlescent slime that plastered every inch of the room pouring out of their brutally-spreading openings, the feminine sexes of the women mirroring this same obliterated state. Bruised lips and unhinged jaws added to their horrifically distorted appearances, thick, steaming goop and unconsciously-dribbled saliva flowing from aching mouths.

A powerful musk emanated throughout the entire apartment. It seeped into the very foundation of the numbered-unit, oozing into the walls, clogging the building's pores. The odor was a mix of scents, all of the sexual variety, the strongest of its make-up being the overpowering aroma of sperm ; indeed, the smell was akin to having one's head dunked into a semen-filled bucket and held down until drowning commenced. So potent was this miasma that it was nearly visible , the intense heat that accompanied the stench creating tendrils of steam that drifted off people and furniture alike.

Moans blubbered from the unconscious. Stomachs and wombs alike gurgled as the virile fluid swishing within them bubbled. Some let out screams as aftershocks of pleasure electrified their figures even after being tossed aside like trash. The constant loud gushing of semen spilling from their holes echoed through the room, the sludge-like liquid splashing into remnants of the same seed that had replaced the tiled-floor. And there was one woman shrieking at the top of her lungs, still awake – at least for the moment – the individual behind her grunting with each upward-thrust of her hips, the same individual who'd claimed the rests' bodies, minds, and souls as her own.

Victoria.

"Take it you fucking bitch ! Gonna fill your womb up real soon! Give you what a slut like you deserves!"

Hands clasped around the waist of the tanned beauty bouncing on her lap, the dark-haired, muscular, hyper-hung futanari barreled her massive cock into the woman's cunt. Sweat and sperm beaded Victoria's forehead, her wild, untamed locks mattered to the sides of her face and across her mountainous traps in wild tangles, her large breasts bouncing in time with her rapid pistons. Using only about half of her gigantic extra extremity to power into the woman, she watched the fat, jiggling ass in front of her bounce as she wrenched its owner up and down her mighty member, hints of her taut, engorged pussy lips peeking out from below her enormous cheeks. Victoria continued to grunt out carnal threats and lurid promises as she changed this random person's life permanently .

Her strong fingers dug into the woman's skin hard enough to leave bruises. Victoria's physique bulged and swelled as she plowed the nameless girl, huge veins pulsing across her pasty, pulled-tight flesh; biceps popped out from her arms like granite boulders, her abs jutted from her stomach like a set of six bricks, her thighs marble pillars that took up all the space on the sodden-cushion she was sat upon - Victoria had continued to only grown more muscular with each passing day. Breasts heaving as she panted from exertion, they wobbled on her hardened chest, maintaining their large size throughout the rest of her form's broadening, remaining as one of the last places on her figure where any fat was still present.

Pussy juice slithered across her thigh-thick cock, tracing the many arteries that laced its heft like drops of rain sliding down a window pane. Victoria rapidly lifted the woman she was fucking up to her meaty, sanguine-complexioned glans before forcing her back down towards the base - though this wasn't an area her battered labia would ever be blessed enough to touch; her body reached its limit long before being able to take all of the futa's oversized organ, bottoming out at around two-thirds of its incredible length. An amount she'd never be able to adjust to.

Victoria's watermelon-comparable sperm-tanks whipped through the air with each thrust she made, beating down onto the front of the couch with each following plummet; the couch was already on its last leg literally , its frame and structure collapsed into ruin, forcing it to lean against the floor at an awkward slant. Her testicles rumbled noisily as they churned up more cum from the futa's vast well of potency, the wrinkles on her scrotum disappearing as the fleshy, hairy sack was filled to the brim by the grand globes groaning inside of it, Victoria's balls only expanding with each orgasm she experienced - another of her apexes of ecstasy swiftly approaching.

"Get ready!" She growled, raising a hand to spank the woman's fat ass again and again, "I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you and fuckin' blow you up ! Take my fucking seed, slut!"

Groaning, Victoria's orgasm commenced with a last brutal thrust into the woman, her cock rocketing up her torso, the bulge in her conquest's chest tenting her chest-flesh and shooting it past her head. The futanari's overpacked balls gave an insanely loud roar as her member bloated with cum, the woman's entire body shaking violently from the tremors running through Victoria's shaft. Semen surged through her super-sized appendage, the process announcing itself with slimy gurgle before it reached her flared glans; and in the next moment her load boomed into the woman's womb.

In a split-second the woman's womb baby-chamber ludicrously, her midsection not even bothering to mirror the appearance of being pregnant, whizzing past that point in an instant. Victoria jerked her hips towards her partner, fucking the cum out of her cock and into the bottom-heavy woman's depths, her climax unveiling itself in a single, unbroken stream ; despite how utterly plugged the woman's pussy was, dense, sludge-like gallons of seed immediately splashed back out of it, coating Victoria's legs and adding to the ruination of the apartment's living room. And Victoria was just getting started !

She continued to pump out her potent progeny at a ridiculous rate, not giving a single thought to the woman's well-being. All she cared about was relieving the pressure in her cum-factories, self-satiation the only thing on her mind; she barely noticed that the woman's stomach had reached a size that anyone else would find concerning, her bloated, rotund abdomen sagging towards the floor under the liquid weight blasting away inside of it. But to Victoria this was completely normal - there wasn't another way she knew ho w to fuck her partners!

Eventually, however, the woman's body could clearly take no more of the futanari's viscous offering and from the force of Victoria's cum blasts alone, she began to slide up the immense member she was speared upon. Victoria grunted as she relented and helped pull the woman from her elephantine endowment, not wanting to actually kill anyone with her sexual prowess. It took some well-practiced maneuvering but Victoria managed to uncork the woman from her cock, continuing to hold her up in the air like she intended to use her again . Her destructive dick popped free from her conquest's forever-battered cunt, a torrent of semen following it out.

Without moving an inch, Victoria proceeded to re-cover the living room and everyone in it with her baby-batter. Sperm exploded from her cockhead, spraying its sticky secretions wherever it chose; furniture and people alike were drenched again, Dylan, Jessica, their bimbo-mothers and all the rest that Victoria had acquired as one of her own personal, living sex toys receiving the same treatment. She grunted and groaned as the remainder of her climax consumed everything in its path, confident that no one would be left out even if she couldn't actually see what was happening in front of her, knowing all too well what she was capable of.

It took several more minutes for her orgasm to die to a consistent trickle .

"Alright, who's next !?" Victoria shouted, her cock still hard, not needing any time to recover from a climax that would leave most comatose , "One of you better wake up or I'll–"

Victoria's words caught in her throat as she looked around the room and the person still in her clutches like she was just now realizing what she'd done for the first time in her life, her expression going blank .

"I-I'll… what? Wha– did I…? What's going on?"

There are times in a person's life where they are struck by a moment of clarity, a single second when everything becomes clear, a flash in which the puzzle pieces finally fall into place. The fog dissipates, the mind unclouds, the haze disappears. A transparency of vision like no other is obtained and they are able to make sense of it all. Every issue. Every problem. Every conundrum. It appears fully formed in their brain like the answer had been there all along. Enlightenment. And in that brief pause, that is exactly what happened to Victoria .

All at once she stopped dead in her tracks - and it wasn't for the usual reasons, either. Victoria wasn't stopping to command or scold the others in her so-called harem, nor had she done so to cruelly taunt the inflated-woman in her hands. She was stopping because she had to. Her dark eyes lost their glassiness and her lids drew high, Victoria's bushy eyebrows arching towards her hairline. Breath catching in her throat, she looked at her surroundings and then at herself with sudden, unexpected lucidity. What was she doing!?

With more care than she had treated another in God knows how long, Victoria lowered the cum-heavy woman away from her unexpectedly-withering cock, setting her down on the couch by her side, placing her next to who she thought might have been Jessica; it was hard to tell who was who when only the most muddled outlines of a semen-deformed human being occupied that spot. Rising to her feet, numerous strands of semen keeping her connected to the cushion, Victoria peered around the room in astonishment , observing everyone and everything she'd done to them with horrified incredulousness. It was like she'd just woken up from a long dream, one where her actions were guided by her subconscious instead of herself. One she didn't have any control over.

One she didn't understand.

Staring down at her own body, Victoria studied her frame for the first time in what had to be many, many weeks. It appeared so alien to her, so different from how she remembered last seeing herself. She was so… so muscular ! There wasn't an inch of her stature that wasn't covered by venous, throbbing muscles! Even through the splatters of cum that coated her figure, she could make out every pulsating, bulky sinew and cord of strength that marbled her immense figure, her physique approaching a level of absurdity that would make bodybuilders jealous; her powerful attributes were made all the more apparent by the near translucence of her complexion, her skin so pale it was almost more white than they cum that stained it. When was the last time she'd stepped outside?

Not only was she ridiculously brawny she was noticeably unkempt , something she was also now just realizing. Lifting one of her massive arms, she eyed the hairiness of her armpit in wonder, a huge, black bush covering her under-arm, one that stuck out even when her limb rested at her side; her nose cringed as she was then blown back by an intense odor wafting off of it, one that smelled like B.O. and sex. Dropping the appendage, she glanced down to her now-flaccid member, spotting the same mass of dark pubes covering her groin, the top of her thighs, and testicles like an overgrown forest. She let out a ragged gasp from all of it.

Her dick and testicles were both caked with multiple layers of cum, sweat, and pussy juice - and it wasn't all fresh , that was for sure! Sure there were newer, less solid forms of the aforementioned fluids dripping from her enormous package, but there was also just as much of the dried, older versions of it as well; a crusted film of her own semen riddled her member – which drooped to the floor and coiled upon its own gargantuaness – and matted the mess of hair to her sack. It, and by extension she , also just appeared dirty in general like she hadn't bathed in days - something that very well could have been true, for all she knew!

Victoria shuddered as she became more and more aware of the grime drenching her body, her hands sliding across her physique in a panic, attempting to brush off the coating of sexual filth; this didn't get her far, her fingers just as disgusting as her figure. Panicking suddenly at the discomfort that had washed over her, Victoria rushed out of the living room towards the bedroom which was Dylan's originally, zig-zagging between countless unconscious-and-inflated people, her feet splashing through the sea of semen flooding the entire apartment. Bursting into the room – not having to open the door first due to the fact that it was currently knocked off of its hinges – she made a beeline to the closet for her phone, hyperventilating so much she felt like was going to pass out.

Pulling out the device, she urgently typed out a text and sent it to the one person who might be able to help her, a message that read:

"Something is wrong with me."

…

In another part of the city…

The modest home in an average neighborhood was all but completely silent , barring one area in particular. Towards the back of the house and down a long hall sat a partially ajar door, light shining through its opening that led to the owner of the house's master bedroom; this is where she could currently be found, along with the source of the series of whiny grunts and violent schlicks that echoed through the otherwise undisturbed abode. A glimpse into the room was all that one would need to understand why such cacophonic noises were being made.

Average in almost every way, the bedroom that contained the origin of this lurid ruckus was not one that would particularly impress or astonish anyone who entered its domain. Plain brown carpeting, a dresser that's drawers were half-open with articles of clothing hanging out of them, plastic blind-covered windows - it was the kind of furnishings that could be found in nearly every home across the country, the Queen-sized bed and its cheap black-metal frame included. The nightstands, wall-hung pictures, and piles of unwashed clothing added a further mundaneness to the room's quality, only one type of item present standing out specifically.

Littering the floor and every flat surface in the bedroom were sex toys of every size, color, and shape. Vibrators tiny enough to fit into a pocket unseen. Dildos large and oddly formed enough to be mistaken for movie props. Multi-purpose instruments that would need a guidebook on their proper usage. They were scattered from corner to corner, making it nearly impossible for someone to not see them even if they tried their damndest to do so. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, a series of these sexual-satisfaction tools led right up and onto the bed, where they surrounded the woman splayed atop the sheets, two amongst their ranks clutched in her hands…

…and between her legs !

Moaning deliriously, the dark-skinned woman jerked her hips into the air as she masturbated furiously. Head elevated by a series of folded-over pillows, her curly, mahogany hair spread across the top-most cushion and framing her visage, she stared down her torso towards her groin. Plump, muted-lavender bottom-lip chewed between her pearly-whites, she grunted as she rapidly worked her arms up and down in front of her, her fingers and their long, white-painted nails buried between her plush thighs. Firm stomach flexing in time with her strained efforts, she did her absolute best to give herself an orgasm.

Both of her small hands held a different toy, her manicured-acrylics digging into their rubber-and-plastic surfaces. Mashed into the top of her engorged, dripping pussy was a vibrator, its pink, ovoid end pressed right up against her hard clit, which throbbed unhooded as the quivering, buzzing machinery ground into it, the long handle gripped tightly in the woman's palm. She had it placed in the perfect position to stimulate her arousal-button to the highest degree, many years of practiced experimentation leading to its discovery.

A massively wide, flared black-rubber circle struggled to stay clutched in her other hand, her finger just able to reach across its diameter; it was the base to an equally-as-gigantic dildo that the woman was currently plunging into her cunt as fast and hard as possible. Taking the form of a human-shaped penis – but much, much bigger than any she'd ever even heard about – it was nearly as long as one her own arms , and quite a bit girthier as well. Fake veins marbled its immensity to provide further stimulation - a feature she very much needed . She powered the custom-made, phony-phallus in and out of her pussy at an alarming rate, her persistently-spraying juices all the lubrication required to make it fit into her enveloping folds.

Over and over again she fucked herself on the oversized dildo while brutalizing her clit with the intense battery-fueled vibrations of her other toy, a look of frustration slowing form across her features. Her large deep-brown eyes furrowed in irritation, her partially-plucked eyebrows tensing above them, her wide-set nose inhaling sharply as she used all of her strength to reach climax. Fairly-large breasts jiggling on her chest, the woman began to rock back and forth, growing more and more impatient the more time passed that she didn't reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Come on!" She groaned, her voice husky despite the desperation in her tone, "Why isn't this working anymore!?"

Despair overtook her sweat-dripping countenance. Muscles straining and arms burning, she found that she was quickly running out of energy, having been masturbating for countless minutes – possibly hours – without success; that is to say that as good as it felt to fuck herself with the vibrator and massive sex toy, she'd still failed to reach anything close to an orgasm! The bed bounced under her as she thrust her hips harder into the cunt-ruining dildo, pushing it viciously into herself with her hand at the same time, her movements growing dire and fervent. It just wasn't working !

Unfortunately for her, her efforts would be utterly thwarted in the next moment. Her hold on the base of the dildo being as unsecure as it was, combined with the constant sprinkling of her arousal directly onto it, meant that the second her fingers showed the slightest weakness the sex toy slipped from her grasp. This occurred at the same time she had pushed her crotch into it, and so the gigantic fake-cock went flying across the room with a boing , loudly slamming into a wall and tumbling towards the ground; it lay on the carpet limply, bending in on itself, lacking the firmness it had possessed when first purchased, worn-out from overuse.

Screaming, the woman threw her vibrator to the side and smothered her face with the palms of her hands, her defeated howl bellowing out muffled . Whipping her head back and forth, her cheeks rolling over her own curls, she kicked out her legs, jouncing her body against the bed; she was having a tantrum but one that was well-deserved . The other sex toys that circled her were shaken from the sheets, joining the rest on the floor. Her arousal died as her hopes of having an orgasm did, her sex immediately drying up, her fat, hard nipples softening. How long had it been since she felt satisfied!?

If her own memory was anything to go by, the answer might have been never !

Slamming her fists into the mattress, she stared up at the white ceiling, anguish contorting her beautiful features. What the fuck was she going to do!? Sighing, she relented and sat up, pushing a bunch of her locks from her eyes, wiping sweat off her forehead; she took a moment to stare at the rest of her sex toys, studying each and everyone before coming to a single, depressing conclusion: none of them would be good enough for her! Groaning again, she snatched her phone off the nightstand next to her, unlocked it and opened up an internet browser, hurriedly typing in a series of words into the search bar she'd never expected to type.

Her deep, russet eyes scanned over the options that appeared on the device's screen. Reading through the descriptions and reviews of each and every one of them, annoyance returned to her mind as she found nothing that could help her. This was one of the most liberal cities in the world and that meant that there should be at least a couple of sexual-health experts that dealt with people with less common problems! People like her ! Gritting her teeth, she was about to give up nearly as quickly as she'd started, before a certain name jumped out at her, a one 'Samantha Daley' who appeared to be just the person she needed.

Tapping on the link to the hospital this doctor worked at, the woman's expression lit up as she read the detailed description of her specialty and the address of the hospital she worked at - it was in the city and close to where she lived. Excitement rising, she searched for the medical professionals email, and upon finding it, copied and pasted it into her email-app. She typed out paragraph after paragraph explaining her situation, her cheeks flaring with heat at the embarrassment of writing her issues out; there was something about seeing her problems described that made them sound all the more ridiculous… which is exactly how she felt! Hitting 'send' on the plea for aid without a second glance, she threw her phone back onto the nightstand.

The woman fell back onto the bed once more and rubbed her eyes.

"Something is wrong with me…"

…

Victoria stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wincing at her appearance.

She'd done all she could to clean herself up for her appointment with Dr. Daley, but it didn't feel like enough . With a pair of scissors she found in the bathroom she cut her own hair, attempting to snip away all the split-ends and seemingly permanent knots that mussed her long, midnight-black locks, shortening it to more manageable length; she was disappointed to see that for all of her efforts, the trim she'd given herself very much looked like it was done by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Though her straight-falling strands might've been uneven and messy, at least she didn't look like a cavewoman anymore!

After falling to locate a razor she'd used the same pair of scissors to chop away at the rest of her body hair. Victoria had shaved the enormous shrubs that'd grow under her arms down until they no longer poked out from her pits at the very least, and had performed the same Herculean task to the pubes at her groin and on her scrotum, careful not to accidentally nick herself in any way. Her limbs were still covered in large patches of wiry hairs, more than she was comfortable with – discovering them only after her long shower had washed the lurid grime from her figure – but there was nothing she could do about them at the moment; she'd just have to live with looking like an unkempt hippie for the time being.

Victoria was not happy with the rest of her appearance either. The huge bags that sagged below her eyes that were so dark they almost looked like bruises . Her cheeks were gaunt like she'd been starving herself despite the state of her immense physique. And her thin lips were cracked and dry, liable to bleed if she picked at them too much. Though she'd managed to trim them, her nails were in a similar state, the keratin worn and brittle, her cuticles an absolute mess . She just didn't understand how she'd let herself get so bad !

Her outfit didn't make her feel any better about herself, either.

All she'd managed to find to wear was her specially-made compression underwear and a single, plain blue dress, one she wasn't sure if she'd ever worn until now. All of her other outfits were stained or ruined, and those she'd considered salvageable were currently spinning in the apartment's washing machine. The dress was way too small for her enhanced musculature, and Victoria had actually had to shear off the sleeves just to get the garment over her arms; luckily, she'd discovered that her package-restraining shorts still fit, albeit just barely . On top of everything else, the only shoes still wearable were a pair of white sandals that she'd struggled to slide her wide-feet into, making her assume they didn't even belong to her.

Staring at herself in the bathroom's mirror did nothing but deepen her sadness and ignite the embers of anger always present within her. She looked fucking ridiculous! The dress clung to her body so tightly that it seemed as though it would split down the middle if she made any sudden movements, and it ended before her knees , showing off far too much of her pasty, hairy calves. It was so tiny compared to her broad, curvy figure that it might as well have been made for a doll ! At least it covered her bulging groin for the most part, only the slightest hint of disturbance present below her waist.

Sighing, understanding that there was nothing else she could do, Victoria tried not to dwell on her depressing state any longer. She grabbed her phone off of the counter and stuffed it into her cleavage, the dress possessing neither pockets nor a neckline that could handle her large bust, more of her creamy cleavage on display than she really felt comfortable with; if the dress was even the slightest bit more revealing, she'd probably catch a public indecency charge! Before turning around to head to her appointment, she stopped and glanced at her reflection one last time, a seemingly permanent scowl staring back at her.

Victoria wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid fucking mirror!

Stepping out of the bathroom, Victoria quietly made her way to the front door, trying not to alert the others in the apartment to her presence lest they do something to ignite her libido - her libido which she was only just managing to keep under control. At least on that day. In the several days that had passed since she'd first texted Dr. Daley and set up an emergency appointment, Victoria had done her best to reign in her arousal, only fucking the other people in the apartment in certain rooms, trying not make any more of a mess than was already present; it hadn't been easy, especially since it was something she'd failed to do many times in the past.

Additionally, she'd busied herself during the scant hours she wasn't engaged in sex in one way or another by cleaning up the areas she regularly walked through. Filling and emptying the same mop-bucket countless times, scrubbing the floors on hands and knees, wiping down the walls and select pieces of unbroken furniture; she'd been successful for the most part, only streaks of cum-crust continuing to stain the environment - at least in the places she'd bothered to try to maintain . Considering how she always left them, the others hadn't been much help in this regard. Not that Victoria could blame them.

Trudging into the entrance hall, she picked up her wallet and inserted it next to her phone between her breasts, having, amongst all the other troubles she'd had, uncovered the purse she usually shouldered when she went out under a pile of sperm; it was, of course, completely wrecked , and it was only by the grace of a higher-power that she'd found her wallet semen-free elsewhere. Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, she quickly and silently slipped out of the apartment. The light of the Sun immediately burned her eyes as they adjusted to the brightness, one of her beefy arms raising to shield her face.

It was also really fuckin' cold !

While the passage of time had been lost on Victoria for quite awhile before she'd made her appointment with the futanari-specialist, she had learned the date upon making said appointment. It was right in the middle of the Winter months. Even if she hadn't discovered this fact, the chilly temperature would have told her as much, something she was just now unfortunately discovering. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around her chest, wishing that she'd had more appropriate clothing to bundle up in. But dealing with the icy climate was the least she could do if it meant getting help, if it meant… Well, Victoria didn't really know what she wanted anymore.

Her sandaled-feet splashed through something that wasn't her own cum for the first time in many moons, puddles of rain from days past dotting the sidewalk. The Sun's rays poked out from the gray-clouded sky, peeking out just enough to cast a spotlight on her as she walked to the nearest bus stop. It felt almost… fitting that the dreariness of the scenery around her matched her mood, Victoria feeling as downtrodden as the city looked; everything in her line of sight had a muted tint to it, the vibrancy of the buildings, trees, and roads all dulled by the overcast weather. A gust of wind brushed over her, goosebumps popping out across her ghastly complexion.

Upon reaching the bus stop, Victoria pulled out her wallet and double-checked its contents, making sure she had everything she'd need: her ID, her credit cards, and enough money for a trip to the hospital and back - which she kept gripped tightly in her fist. Relieved to see it was all there, she pocketed her wallet once more and did the only thing she could do. Wait. Rubbing her hands together and huffing into them, she tried to maintain her composure as she spotted the vehicle that would take her to her destination approaching. She took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. A deep breath in and a deep breath out. A deep breath in…

The bus came to a grinding halt in front of her, dropping low, its doors opening.

Gulping, Victoria wordlessly stepped onto the bus and exchanged her coins for a ticket. Keeping her head low, she marched to the back of the mostly-empty vehicle, refusing to glance at any of the other riders; she couldn't risk it considering how her last trip to hospital went! Sliding into one of the seats she immediately turned to stare out of the window to stop her eyes from wandering; she couldn't actually see anything on the other side of the pane, the glass fogged from the icy weather. Still, it was better than nothing, and it occupied her vision enough that she wasn't tempted to look around at anything else - at anyone else.

Thankfully, the ride to the hospital was an uneventful one. People got on and off at each stop, but that was about the only excitement that might have drawn Victoria's attention, the only other commotion being a couple arguing about something loudly which she had to fight the urge to put an end to, the annoyance of their screeches fanning the flames of her fury. But she didn't, managing to keep herself under control and breathing a sigh of relief when they exited the bus before her. She kept an eye on the addresses that were displayed at the electronic sign at the bus's front, her arm raising to hold the wire as her own destination approached; when it did she yanked on the cord as hard as possible, immediately letting it go when she heard it strain under the force of her pull, a blush coating her narrow cheeks. Apparently it was very easy for her to forget her own strength!

She raced out of her seat the second the bus screeched to a stand-still, nearly tripping over her feet as the vehicle lurched. Giving the driver the briefest of nods upon exiting, she hugged her own chest as the cold bit at her once more, her sandals slapping loudly against the sidewalk as she marched up to the hospital. A pleasant warmth greeted her as she stepped into the building, the sliding glass doors opening automatically for her with a ding , a large sign reading 'Our Lady Of Perpetual Astonishment' hanging over the entrance. Victoria plodded toward the reception desk, finding the same older-than-her woman from before manning it.

Victoria cleared her throat to get the receptionist's attention.

"Hello and welcome to the Our Lady Of Perpetual Astonishment hospital and cryobank," the woman spoke in a robotic voice, her greeting even the same as when Victoria had last been there, "did you check in at the kiosk?"

"Um, no, I didn't." Victoria stumbled over her words, the neutral-tone in her voice sounding strange considering the harshness she was used to speaking with, "I wasn't sure if I could. I have an appointment with Dr. Daley."

"Not a problem, just give me a moment here…"

The woman typed away at her computer.

"And what is your name?"

"Victoria Meyer, and my appointment is for three-pm."

"Ah, there you are. Well Victoria, it looks like your insurance is still in our system and is going to cover everything, and it also looks like Dr. Daley has marked your file, so you won't need to fill out any forms for us today."

Victoria cocked her head - that couldn't have been good!

"What does that mean? Why is my file marked?"

"Oh, just that she'll be seeing you in a 'specialist' role instead of as a general practitioner. Nothing to worry about, just something the doctors here do to make paperwork easier."

"O-Oh, I see…"

"So why don't you go take a seat in the lobby and we'll call your name when the doctor is ready to see you."

"Sure, um, thank you."

The receptionist smiled up at her and Victoria formed her lips into what she hoped was a similar sort of smile back. After a brief pause, Victoria quickly scurried away, her hands clutching the front of her dress nervously, a flood of familiarity rushing through her as she realized this was exactly how she felt the first time she'd been here. Antsy. Out of place. Unwelcome . Sitting in a high-armed chair away from everyone else awaiting their turn, acting how she had on the bus. She stared at her lap, unsure of what else to do.

She considered pulling out her phone and checking her messages and long-neglected social-media accounts, but the fear of what she'd find if she did stopped her from even reaching for the smart device; fear of what she'd find and what it would do to her, more specifically. Victoria had managed to stay on her best behavior so far but it hadn't been a constant struggle! Even now while just sitting and doing nothing else, she could feel her cum-factories rumble in their restrictive cloth prison, and her coiled cock pulsate against her thigh, almost like they were badgering her about why she wasn't fucking and unloading into someone at that very moment.

Ignoring her bodily urgings, both the physical and emotional, Victoria crossed her legs like she was trying to force her genitalia to behave, her head drooping back onto the seat's rest. Refusing to close her eyes so that her brain was less likely to conjure up lurid fantasies of what it wanted her to do, she stared at the ceiling, unfocusing her eyes so that she wouldn't accidentally imagine anything playing out across its dull, white surface. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair tightly, and she steadied her breathing once more, trying not to focus on how suffocating her dress was.

None of this was easy for her. Not losing control. Being amongst others she wasn't fucking. Settling her stirring rage . There wasn't even anything for her to be mad at – except maybe herself – and still she felt an intense anger climbing through her body. Why? Why did that seem to be the only emotion she experienced anymore, besides lust ? What happened to her? Victoria rubbed one of her hands over her face, squeezing her exhausted-looking countenance in her fingers, breathing in deeply once more. God, she hoped Dr. Daley would be able to help her!

"Victoria Meyer!" A loud voice yelled from the entrance leading to the heart of the hospital called out, "Victoria Meyer, you're up!"

Shaken from her contemplation, Victoria turned her head, spotting a familiar, well-dressed figure…

…

The day before…

"So, Ms. Irving, how are you doing today?"

"Oh, just 'Jasmine' is fine, and I'm doing alright, how are you?"

Jasmine sat on an examination table in one of the hospital's chilly exam rooms, her legs crossed, her brown, furry-boot-clad feet hanging several inches above the white-tile floor. Tight dark-blue jeans hugged her lower half, flaring at her wide waist and conforming around her enormous backside. A simple black sweater covered her torso, the sleeves long enough to sheathe the bottom of her hands. Curly-hair pulled back in a neat, lifted bun that stuck out from the back of her head in a near-perfect ball, she stared at the doctor from behind a pair of wire-frame glasses.

Samantha Daley was not what she'd expected to see when she arrived at Our Lady Of Perpetual Astonishment. Tall, blonde, and very curvy - Jasmine found the doctor incredibly attractive, basically! Her long hair was worn in a straight ponytail and while the lab coat draped across her body hid her figure well enough, Jasmine could still make out her voluptuousness underneath it; the black slacks and white button-up blouse she was dressed in did nothing to hide the bulge of her bust or the jutting of her hips. The black squared-glasses covering her deep-blue eyes only made her look more like a sexy-but-smart heroine from an action movie!

Watching as Dr. Daley flipped through her clipboard and jotted down something out-of-sight with a pen, Jasmine rubbed her legs together, suddenly feeling nervous around the beautiful woman. She'd batted for both teams since she'd first learned about sexual attraction, and the hot as hell doctor in front of her was turning her on more than she'd expected! And that was a problem! Her libido was half the reason she'd made the appointment after all, and Jasmine could sense a needy throb pulse in her groin. Biting her lip, she waited for Dr. Daley to address her once more.

"I'm doing well, Jasmine, thank you." Dr. Daley looked up, her pink lips lifting into a smile, "So, I have the email you sent me here, and I have to say that I don't quite understand exactly what the problem you're having is. Would you care to explain to me why you're here today so that I may have a better understanding of your issue?"

"I don't really want to, but I guess I have no choice really!" Jasmine chuckled in an attempt to calm her nerves, "Um, where should I start?"

"Wherever you want - from the beginning might help."

"Right, um…"

Jasmine took a deep breath.

"Basically, uh, ever since I lost my virginity in college I've constantly craved… craved sex . It's like no matter how much of it I have with other people, or er, myself , it's never enough. I'm never, ever satisfied ."

She paused to see if the doctor would say anything.

"Hmmm, interesting. That sounds like a classic case of nymphomania, which isn't really my speciality. I can certainly refer you to a colleague of mine, a psychologist, who treats patients that have certain sexual issues. But regarding what I can do for you toda–"

"No! No, it's not nymphomania." Jasmine sighed, a feeling of defeat immediately washing over her, "I've already seen psychologists and psychiatrists and all sorts of mental health professionals, and they've all said I can't be diagnosed with anything like that. I-It's not the problem!"

"I see." Dr. Daley paused and scanned the contents of her clipboard once more, "Well, rereading your email, you used many words like 'unsatisfied' and 'not enough' which does sound like nymphomania but…"

The doctor adjusted her glasses.

"...are you saying that you think your issue is something biological rather than mental?"

"That's it! Yes, thank you! I think my uh, my vagina is different than other women's."

"Well, every vagina is different. Some are naturally tighter, while others are more accommodating . Have you ever had another doctor tell you that?"

" So many times!" Jasmine groaned, leaning over and supporting her head in her hands, "They've all said the same thing - all except my gynecologist. She says that I have the um, the most… the…"

Jasmine coughed and blushed.

"She said my vagina is the most 'accommodating' – as you put it – she'd ever seen. Like, like more so than the patients she had who had recently given birth ! And she'd never heard of anyone like me, um, in that way."

Samantha Daley's eyes widened at her patient's explanation.

"I see why you've come to me, then."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'm starting to get a clearer picture of your problem, Jasmine. You know what a 'futanari' is, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, though I don't think I've ever met one –"

If the rumors about them were true, she definitely wished she had !

"– and I read that you specialize in studying them, which is why I thought you'd might be able to help me. Since you, um, you know a lot about 'different' people and their conditions. Or at least I thought you might!"

"Well, you thought right, Jasmine." Dr. Daley pulled a stool towards herself and sat down on it, "I'm one of the few in the city who do, and I think I can indeed help you at least understand why you're having trouble sexually."

"Really!?"

"Yes."

Dr. Daley sat up straight and placed her clipboard on her lap.

"I will try not to get too technical with my explanation, but if you have any questions feel free to ask."

"Sure!"

"Okay. So, futanari are born with both sets of genitalia and an increased size in their penis and testicles beyond what is generally considered 'average' because of a certain gene mutation that has been dubbed the 'futa gene' by researchers. It occurs randomly, meaning it doesn't appear to be passed down through family or genetics. That is to say, it can happen to anyone when they're born, and science isn't exactly sure why."

"That's interesting and I'd heard about that before, but what does that have to do with me?"

"The futa gene doesn't just make futanari - people born with both sets of genitalia. Studies have found that it can occur in men and women as well, and it… it manifests in different ways. In men it generally shows itself in their genitals, which grow much larger than an average male's, putting them at a size that is usually only seen in futanari. And for women…"

Dr. Daley paused and checked her watch.

"...it appears in their breasts or buttocks, and sometimes both. Women with the futa gene usually have curves that wouldn't be possible without cosmetic surgery, if you catch my drift. If my usual nurse was on duty, Cassandra, I would use her as an example."

Jasmine scratched as her mahogany curls.

"I see, but I'm still confused, doctor. I mean I have a pretty big butt, but I don't think anyone would mistake me for having a BBL or anything."

"Right. And it appears that if you do possess the futa gene – something we won't know until we take a blood sample and test it – it may be presenting itself in a very rare way. One that I've never seen personally, and have only read about in a few cases amongst all the documentation concerning futanari."

"I still don't–"

"Jasmine, I believe that the futa gene's mutation for you may be affecting your vagina!"

Jasmine's jaw dropped.

"I… how is that even possible? You're saying that because of this random mutation my vagina is… is really big !?"

"That's what I suspect." Dr. Daley nodded at her, picking up her clipboard to scribble on it again, "If your very detailed email is anything to go by, it seems probable. Your difficulties achieving orgasm, the fact that you never feel 'fulfilled' with any partner or toy, your claims of your vagina always being uh, always incredibly wet - it all adds up to that being the case. At least from what few other studies on women with your issues exist and have been documented."

A contrasting mix of glee and horror clashed in Jasmine's mind. It had taken over a decade since she'd first lost her virginity to discover why she was so very different compared to all the women she knew and had read about online, but now she knew the answer - even if it wasn't fully confirmed yet. There was a reason for her sexual problems, and it wasn't because she was some anomalous freak ! She was supposed to be this way, this was something she was just born with. But that also meant it was something she couldn't change !

Would there even be a reason to continue with this appointment besides to get officially diagnosed as having the futa gene? Would that even make a difference in the long run? Or was Dr. Daley perhaps hiding some kind of cure from her until she'd learned the truth? Jasmine couldn't help but shudder at the thought that there wasn't going to be a solution to her problem, and that she'd leave the hospital back at square one, only now armed with knowledge she couldn't do anything with. God she hoped the doctor had some kind of treatment for her!

She stared silently at Dr. Daley for a long while, her eyes opening and closing slowly. The doctor, for her part, seemed to possess a saintly sort of patience, waiting quietly with a smile on her beautiful face until her patient came to her senses. Jasmine couldn't help but glance down at her crotch, feeling it pulse and leak and everything it usually did that all times of the day that she now understood was normal for her. What a thing to be cursed with! Apprehensively, Jasmine turned her attention back to the doctor, doing her best to muster the courage to speak, her throat as dry as the Sahara as her lips parted.

"S-So what's next?" She rasped, her words quaking as they left her plush lips, "I m-mean if I want to get diagnosed. Where do we go from here?"

"I'll need you to sign some forms first that authorize me to collect your data for research. Once that is taken care of we'll proceed with a normal check-up. I'll check your vitals, take blood, things like that. Then, though I'm not a licensed gynecologist, I will need to check your vagina and do at least a cursory examination of it just to make sure that nothing else might be the problem. Does that sound acceptable?"

"It does."

Jasmine nodded solemnly.

"It does…"

…

"First things first, Victoria," Dr. Daley spoke sternly to her patient, her arms crossed over her chest defensively, "before I agree to go through with this examination, I need you to give me your word that it won't go the way it did last time. Do you understand what I am asking?"

Her words were accompanied by a pointed glare .

"I-I'll behave, I promise…" Victoria mumbled, struggling to meet the doctor's gaze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment along with the usual pair of emotions she always felt, "If I get out of hand or whatever, you can call security or the police and I'll leave. I swear."

The two futanari were in the same exam room that had been used during Victoria's previous visit, though it was much cleaner than she remembered last seeing it. Dr. Daley stood against the single door in the room, while Victoria, not having bothered to sit at all, leaned against the examination table. Her fingers drummed nervously on its paper-lined edge, her sandaled-toes tapping against the hard floor while she waited for a response from the doctor, trying not to look at her too much - both due to her own nervousness and how damn hot Dr. Daley was!

She was already fighting back the flood of memories that were slamming against her skull like waves against a lighthouse. Recollections filled with fucking and cumming for hours on end in this very room, the exam itself and how it proceeded, and the image of the nurse stormed through her mind. Lord, that nurse! Victoria had been counting the few blessings she had left that she hadn't yet seen that overproportioned woman whose name she'd long forgotten; just the thought of her sent a surge of arousal through the bundled mass of meat hanging from her groin! Gritting her teeth, she gripped the edges of the exam table roughly, trying to steady her body and emotions.

"Okay, then I'm willing to go through with a check-up," Dr. Daley nodded at her, taking a step towards Victoria as if to show she meant it, "so what brings you here today?"

"I have a couple of questions for you first."

"Sure, go ahead and ask."

"T-That nurse isn't here today, is she? Or at least she won't be joining us… will she?"

Victoria clenched her jaw at the feelings even asking about that woman evoked.

"No. I gave Cassandra the day off to avoid any potential 'incidents' that may arise from her presence. You don't have to worry about anyone else, it'll just be you and I today."

"Good," Victoria visibly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief, though the doctor's words brought her a creeping sense of shame , "thank you. That will help a lot."

"I figured. Anything else before we start?"

"Yeah, one more thing…"

Suddenly standing up straighter, Victoria's arousal was replaced by a sudden flourishing of anger, her fingers releasing the table and balling into furious fists.

"Why did you… why did you recommend me for that modeling show?" She barked at the doctor, her disposition now more akin to something both of them were familiar with, "Why did you do that when you know what I am - what I'm like!? Were you just trying to humiliate me or something?"

Dr. Daley recoiled away from the other futanari, her eyes darting to the monstrous flexing of Victoria's powerful physique and the violent pulse of her temple.

"No, I'm… I'm sorry about that." Dr. Daley apologized, a look of genuine regret showing on her attractive features, "I heard about what yo– what happened. I'm sorry."

"Then why!?" Victoria cried out again, trembling, appearing as though she was in actual physical pain , "Why did it happen? Why did it happen to me !?"

"L-Let me tell you what I was told, okay?"

Victoria didn't reply vocally, giving the doctor nothing but a shallow nod.

"When you signed the forms from when you agreed to participate in the study, you allowed the hospital to have free-reign over your information. The same person who funded that study also had a hand in the uh, the modeling show."

Victoria thought back to the mysterious figure who had unflinchingly observed her from the balcony above the stage.

"All I was told to do was to send the data from the study to the modeling agency, to Dolores McCartney, the woman who ran the show - which you obviously know. There were no names or other personal information attached to the measurements. But I was also told to send over a list of names and contact information for candidates I thought were suitable that were, again, separate from the measurements…"

Dr. Daley sucked in a sharp breath of air before continuing.

"...and that included you. Part of the request was for futanari of all different ages and body-types, and I thought that since you were, er, far beyond average for any futanari I've ever even heard about that you would be the perfect fit. That they'd use that information to make a farther-ranging line of clothing for futanari."

"Are you lying to me?" Victoria snarled back, her face taking on a deep scarlet hue, "They didn't have anything in my size! Not even close! That's why I, why…!"

"I-I'm not lying! I swear, Victoria. I don't know what went wrong. Maybe they thought it was a typo or some kind joke. I didn't hear anything about the show until after it was finished! I didn't– I had no control over anything but the information. I promise!"

Closing her eyes, Victoria inhaled loudly through her slim nose. Limbs trembling, she began to count down from ten, something she'd been taught to do as a child whenever she felt mad, something that hadn't occurred to her to try until now. She could feel the tenseness of air waft around her, along with the numerous veins marbling her skin violently pumping her full of red-hot blood - blood that was directed to one place in particular. Her face scrunched up in concentration, her exhalations growing more rapid. Not now, this wasn't the Goddamn time !

Since her moment of clarity, Victoria had come to the realization that her anger and libido seemed to be inexorably linked for some strange reason; whenever her temper reared its ugly head, so did her insatiable arousal. That's what happened with Dylan and Jessica, with the fashion show, and with so many other instances in her life. She just lost control ! She lost control and she didn't understand why. Why her body reacted this way - why she reacted this way to every situation presented to her. It didn't make any sense, along with everything else happening to her body.

Slowly opening her eyes, Victoria was greeted by a concerned expression from Dr. Daley. The doctor was clutching her clipboard tightly to her chest, anticipating Victoria's reaction, her body half-turned towards the door to make a break for it if she needed to. Was this the way she made people feel? Did they fear her? Is that why everyone seemed to buckle and fold to her every urging? Sadly and gladly , Victoria's anger dissipated enough to give way to a kind of mourning, one she couldn't quite pinpoint the source of.

"Okay, I believe you." Victoria half-whispered, her shoulders sagging, "I'm s-sorry for yelling. I just don't understand why that had to happen to me…"

"I don't either."

Dr. Daley actually waltzed to her patient and put a hand on her bare, gigantic shoulder.

"And I'm sorry. Us futa have it bad enough, you know? It's not fair to you or any of us that the modeling agency screwed up such an important event. I wish I knew what went wrong and that I could have done something to fix it."

"It's my fault too," Victoria admitted sheepishly, shaking under the comforting touch of the doctor having not felt such a thing since, since… "I lost control. I lost control and I…"

She couldn't find the strength to finish her confession.

"...and that's why I'm here."

"I see." Dr. Daley pulled up her stool and parked herself on it, motioning for Victoria to take a seat on the exam table, "Tell me what's bothering you, Victoria."

The exam table groaned under the muscular futanari's dense weight.

"Something is wrong with me," how could she even begin to explain it? "and I don't know what it is."

"As in, you know something's wrong but you're not sure what, or something's wrong and you don't know the cause of it?"

"Both, I guess."

"Interesting. And what are your symptoms?"

"It's hard to explain. I-I'm not sick really.

Sighing, Victoria lifted one of her sleeveless arms and flexed it, deciding that that was the best manner in which to make her point, the limb's venous musculature popping out all over its pale expanse.

"See this?"

"It's hard not to notice it!" Dr. Daley chuckled, unsure of where this was going, "But yes, Victoria, you are very strong, even for a futanari. You were quite muscular the last time I saw you as well. I assume you must workout a lot."

"That's the thing - I don't!"

The doctor gave her patient a confused look.

"I haven't been to the gym in over a year at least, and even when I did workout I didn't bulk-up like this. I-I don't eat well or even as much as I should, I think. But I just keep getting bigger and bigger."

"Hmmm." Dr. Daley tapped the end of her pen against her pointed chin, "I mean it's not unheard of for futanari to naturally be very strong, but this is– what I'm seeing now isn't the same as the usual cases."

"That's not all," Victoria croaked, lowering her arm, her eyes darting to stare off into the distance, "I'm getting bigger down, um, down there too. Bigger than I was last time, I'm sure of it. And I'm horny all the time. Like, literally all the time. Sometimes I have sex for days without stopping - at least I think I do. It's hard to keep track of things when I get like that. I've been really really angry too and for no reason. I'm just fucking… furious when I'm awake. I don't…"

She shook her head, unsure if there was anything more to say.

"Are you… are you taking anything, Victoria?" Dr. Daley asked her seriously, clearly perplexed and concerned by her patient's claims, "Drugs? Steroids? This does sound a lot like steroid abuse - though a very extreme case of it."

"No! I don't do anything ! That's the problem!"

Her voice cracked ever so slightly.

"All I do is have sex and sleep and eat and drink! Just like I said! This appointment is the first time I've left my apartment in over a month !"

Victoria pushed her fists into her eyes and buried her face into them.

"Hey hey, it's okay," a gentle hand was placed on her massive knee, "I just need to ask a couple more questions and then I'll do my best to figure out what's going on with you."

"O-Okay…"

"Remind me Victoria, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-o–'' Wait, she'd had a birthday recently, didn't she? She'd missed it without even realizing it'd passed, "I'm twenty-two."

"Hmmm." Dr. Daley studied the gigantic futanari, "There's something that happens to futanari that researchers have dubbed 'late-puberty' which is what it sounds like: sometimes futanari go through a late or even a kind of second puberty, it seems, when they reach adulthood. They experience the same bodily growth and maturity as they do during a regular bout of puberty, but with more, erm, pronounced effects."

Dr. Daley sighed.

"But it's questionable if that's what's happening to you. You're past the usual age this late-puberty generally occurs, and I've never heard of it being so extreme ."

"So it's not that?"

"I'm not sure, really. I'll need to do a thorough exam first, if you're comfortable with doing so."

"Yeah, that's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"Good. Now," Dr. Daley stood up and began to make the necessary preparations, "first we're gonna need to…"

…

Jasmine stared at the glaringly-bright ceiling-imbedded lights as she lay on her back, her legs spread.

The exam had proceeded as expected so far. Dr. Daley had checked her vitals and drawn blood to be sent to the lab as she said she would, while telling Jasmine how impressed she was with her health all the while. Jasmine informed her that she was a fitness coach and trainer with a degree in Sports and Health Science; she also mentioned that some of her clients were professional athletes, so she'd stayed fit as a natural consequence of her profession. Once the more routine parts of the check-up were finished, Jasmine undressed and changed into a hospital gown for the next step in the personal inspection of her body.

Dr. Daley had given her a few more tests now that her figure was more accessible and Jasmine swore she could see the good doctor's cheeks blush during these tests. This affected her in turn, and Jasmine struggled to control her arousal, especially after noticing a certain bulge in Dr. Daley's slacks; it seems that the hot blonde was a futanari specialist in more than just a single definition of the term! After all that was finished and Jasmine had managed to stay civil, she was asked to lay across the exam table with her legs up like she would at a gynecologist appointment.

So that's what she did! Laying down basically nude, exposing herself to the doctor, trying to remain calm - calm and unembarrassed . Dr. Daley hadn't said anything or touched her most intimate of areas yet, her fingers having only crept across Jasmine's thick and very wet thighs, humming and murmuring to herself; this was enough , however for her sex-drive to kick in, her sex beginning to release a small trickle of its fluids. Jasmine twitched at every poke and prod of her person, her hands yanking at the front of her flimsy gown, chest heaving with elongated breaths.

Couldn't Dr. Daley just get it over with already!?

"So Jasmine, before I continue with the examination, I have a question for you."

"A-Ask away!"

"Do you always wear a pad even when you're not on your period?"

Jasmine shuddered at the intrusive-but-necessary inquiry.

"Yes I do," she clamped her eyes shut like the doctor was looking right at her, "and sometimes a t-tampon too if it's a, uh, a really 'bad' day. If I don't then I-I leak through my underwear and pants. Doesn't matter what I'm wearing."

She heard the blonde mutter something about "uncontrolled arousal" under her breath.

"Well, at least from the outside, your vagina looks completely normal for one in an aroused state." Dr. Daley reassured her, "Nothing out of ordinary besides the, erm, moistness of it. And you say this is normal for you? That you always experience this amount of… of moisture even when not engaged in sexual activities?"

"Yeah, um, it's kind of always been a problem for me. It's not normal I know - I've been told as much before. But yeah. I'm pretty used to it these days even if it's a pain."

"I can only imagine!"

Dr. Daley paused and pulled on a new set of latex gloves, discarding her previous pair in a nearby trash can.

"I'm gonna start my examination now, are you okay with this?"

"G-Go ahead."

Jasmine immediately had to stifle a moan as Dr. Daley pushed a finger slowly into her folds. A shiver ran down her spine as the digit wiggled around inside of her to check for abnormalities; once again she could hear the doctor scribble on her clipboard with her free hand. Stuffing the hem of her gown into her mouth, her fingers raking at the paper-covering of the table, Jasmine held back her urge to clamp down on Dr. Daley, her thighs shaking. Fuck, even with the cold glove on Dr. Daley felt so good inside of her!

Dr. Daley seemed to take no notice of her patient's distress state - or at least chose to ignore it for the time being. She continued to perform the usual tests that a gynecologist would, checking for elasticity along with any potential oddities inside of Jasmine's passage; Jasmine's arousal reached an all-time high that day and she had to grapple with her libido, wrestling it down to keep it contained, her eyes bulging in their sockets. Having not had an orgasm in so long, she felt ready to burst at the doctor's touch, even if Dr. Daley's touch wasn't enough to make her actually orgasm!

Right as Dr. Daley began to pull her finger out of her patient's sex, she was suddenly struck by an explosion of fluids. What little stimulation she'd provided Jasmine had been enough for the curly-haired woman's vagina - enough for it to unleash the floodgates ! A torrent of feminine juices sprayed out between her legs onto the edge of the exam table and against Dr. Daley's chest, her lab coat blocking the majority of it from gushing onto her outfit; what liquid did reach her body sent her reeling backwards, the heat and sheer volume of the expulsion catching her off-guard. She rolled away on her stool just to escape being utterly drenched.

Gasping, Jasmine writhed in place, her legs kicking out wildly, unable to stop the outpouring of liquid-ecstasy. She moaned loudly without meaning to, her back arching as the cunt throbbed with each consecutive spritz of her girlcum; Jasmine was totally unaware and uncaring of where and who she was with in that moment, all that mattered to her being the tiny ounce of stimulation the doctor had accidentally forced upon her. It took many seconds for the cascade of her juices to slow - though they still spilled from between her thighs like water from a knocked-over cup.

"G-Good Lord, Jasmine!" Dr. Daley exclaimed, astonished, "Did you just experience an orgasm!?"

"N-No!" Jasmine whimpered, her head raising to look at the doctor, "No, I didn't. T-That's just how it starts when I get turned on! I'm so, so sensitive down there but it still isn't enough to make me cum!"

Dr. Daley gawked at her patient.

"I-Incredible! I've… I've never seen anything like it! I'm starting to see what the issue is!"

Jasmine winced at her statement.

"S-So you believe me? That I-I'm not normal ?"

"I wouldn't say that, Jasmine," Dr. Daley stood up and removed her gloves, walking over to one of the paper-towel dispensers, "I don't like to call any of my patients that. You're different, that's all."

"Sure, but um, could you figure out anything during your inspection?"

"Yes - besides the large quantity of arousal you, er, displayed ."

She looked down at Jasmine's groin to see that she was still gushing said arousal all over the exam table and the floor.

"You masturbate often, you said?"

"Uh, yeah, at least once a day but usually more." Jasmine closed her legs, trying to cut off the flow of her juices, "And often for a long time. Like hours . I don't usually orgasm, either!"

"And I believe you also mentioned using quite large toys?"

Why did she have to keep asking these questions!?

"Y-Yes. I think my biggest is um, is two feet long or so and quite thick."

She knew it was bigger but she didn't want to admit as much.

"I see."

After she finished wiping her lab coat and clothing off as much as she could imagine, Dr. Daley picked up her clipboard and walked back to her patient.

"Okay, I have an initial diagnosis for you, of sorts."

"Really!?"

"Yes. Though we can't know until the blood test results come back, I would definitely hazard a guess and say that you have the futa gene and that it is affecting you sexually."

She sat on her stool and rolled it around so that she was eye-to-eye with Jasmine.

"I believe it is the cause of both your extreme levels of arousal and fluid releases. Additionally, I've come to the conclusion that your body has… adapted to your usage of larger sex toys over time. That is to say, that your vagina possesses a heightened level of elasticity naturally, and because of that the more you've, you've stretched it out over time, the more elastic it has become."

A look of realization washed over Jasmine, her face falling with despair.

"S-So you're saying that I've ruined myself!?" She practically shouted, jolting up, "That because I kept masturbating and having sex with bigger partners and huge dildos that I've permanently fucked up my pussy? That I–"

Dr. Daley raised a hand to cut off Jasmine's ranting.

"Not necessarily. Like I said, because of the mutation that is dubbed the 'futa gene' your vagina is naturally, exceedingly elastic. It may very well be that your vagina would have expanded on its own without aid. There hasn't been much documentation on this sort of thing, as I mentioned before, so I can't be one-hundred percent sure."

"So, you're saying tha–"

Jasmine stopped, her eyes suddenly shooting down in a wide-eyed leer at Dr. Daley's groin .

Behind her half-open lab coat, Jasmine could make out the obvious sign that the doctor was horny ! Tenting her tight slacks was an enormous erection - the only thing that could be creating such an obscene disturbance in her pants! Jasmine gasped and bit her lower lips, her thighs grinding together as she ogled the outline of Dr. Daley's cock, amazement playing out across her eyes as she watched the blonde's member both bulge the front of her bottoms and snake down her left thigh, its size seemingly contorting in on itself as it fought against the restrictive material.

Dr. Daley followed Jasmine's line of sight, confused by her sudden silence; when she noticed what her patient was noticing she shrieked and shielded her crotch with her clipboard, her legs snapping together for the opposite reason that Jasmine's had. Her creamy complexion reddened and she tried to stammer out an excuse. How in the hell hadn't she realized she'd gotten hard - it probably happened after Jasmine gushed all over her! Fuck, just the memory of all that pussy juice squirting against her body made Dr. Daley's cock jump in her slacks, throbbing hard enough that it bucked against the clipboard in front of it.

Almost as if she was doing it on command , Jasmine's flow of feminine fluids resumed - having briefly died down during her despair. Jaw-dropped, Dr. Daley turned her attention to the sudden sound of running water, giving a shudder as she watched her patient's legs and cunt open to release its liquid arousal; it was like an entire river was pouring from her pussy, a steady stream of the translucent juices splashing against the exam table and onto the floor below it. A strong musk filled the room almost instantly as well, all of it emanating from between Jasmine's thighs.

No words were exchanged between them for several long moments, both Jasmine and Dr. Daley paralyzed by their inner-cravings. Jasmine watched Dr. Daley watch her , a grin pulling at her lips upon realizing that the doctor wanted her; maybe this is what could solve her problems! Suddenly shifting, Jasmine spun around on the table until her mocha-hued thighs were pointed in Dr. Daley's direction, spreading them to entice the only other occupant of the room further, now spilling her arousal directly onto the blonde's shoes. With a stunned expression still plastered across her face, Dr. Daley looked from her patient's spritzing sex to her leering eyes.

"Well Dr. Daley, it looks like you've been holding out on me!" Jasmine learned forward until their noses almost touched, "You've had the solution to my problems with you this entire time!"

"J-Jasmine, stop, we ca–"

"Oh but we can, Samantha . You'll just be treating a patient after all! Now come here and give me my medicine!"

Dr. Daley saw a kind of carnal hunger in Jasmine's features she'd only ever seen in one other patient previously, catching but a glimpse of it before she was suddenly pounced upon…

…

"Christ, you weren't lying, Victoria!" Dr. Daley gasped at the other futanari, who had just finished removing her dress and special underwear, "I can tell even from here that you've grown bigger!"

Victoria stared at her crotch - the same place the doctor had her wide-eyed gawking aimed at. Sagging beneath her bushy mass of barely-trimmed black pubic hair was her cock, flaccid yet still bigger than any the doctor had ever seen, sans-Victoria. Her venous monstrosity – which was much darker in hue than Victoria's ghostly complexion – dipped all the way to the floor , heaping over itself in front of her feet, the reddish, flared glans pointing out past the edge of her sandals; even soft it occupied the entire space between her massively bulky legs, appearing like it wasn't a third leg at all but something else entirely. Something grotesque and obscene and brutal .

It pulsed constantly, happy to be freed of its restraints, her enormous testicles performing the same series of joyful trembles . Like her cock they'd expanded over time, naturally hanging below her knees, each of them bigger than Victoria's head individually, managing to possess a diameter wider when together than the entirety of the futanari's broad, muscular figure. Huge veins and wildly long hairs and stretched wrinkles layered her drooping scrotum, which seemed hard-pressed to contain the lightly-gurgling sperm-tanks. Every breath that Victoria made sent her entire package wobbling to and fro, meaty slaps echoing through the exam room.

She found herself uncharacteristically embarrassed by the sounds her genitalia were making, hoping that Dr. Daley would hurry up with the rest of the exam. It was odd for her to be naked like this without engaging in her base desires, and it seemed that her cock agreed with her on this subject; even without being touched it made small, near-imperceptible jerks on its own, something that others wouldn't be able to tell were happening, but ones that Victoria could feel clearly as if she was purposefully performing the act. The fact that her balls were currently mimicking their companion at the same time was only making Victoria antsier .

And the doctor didn't appear to notice her patient's distress.

Dr. Daley had finished with the normal blood-taking and regular check-up procedures before having Victoria strip; there had been nothing of note – at least as far as the doctor had informed her – except a mention of Victoria's accelerated heart-rate; apparently her heart was beating like she'd just run a marathon, which Victoria informed her was how fast it always beat these days. This drew further concern from the medical practitioner and she scratched her pen against her clipboard. Besides that , however, Dr. Daley gave her a clean bill of health before proceeding to cautiously ask her patient to undress.

So, as much as Victoria didn't want to, she did. She removed her dress first, fighting with how undersized it was for her body and trying her damndest not to rip it - which it didn't, thankfully. Dr. Daley had given her an odd look when her patient's compression shorts were unveiled, but once they were removed it all made sense; Victoria had to wear them just to walk around in public! The doctor almost dropped her clipboard when Victoria's cock went hurtling down the floor, banging down upon the tile with a loud smack .

Victoria had been off the charts in terms of size and semen produced before , but this? This was completely unheard of!

"Do you believe me now?" Victoria muttered, looking away from Samantha and her own member, "That I've gotten bigger? Like, a lot bigger?"

"I, I didn't not believe you before, Victoria. But yes, seeing it now helps me understand the situation a little better."

Dr. Daley moved to the exam table and patted its paper-covered surface.

"Um, why don't you put your penis up here for me, s-so I can measure it for confirmation and research."

Nodding at her, Victoria stepped up to the table's edge, and, having to use both hands, heaved her cock up. It plopped down next to Dr. Daley's hands, the exam table immediately shaking under the incredible heft of the futa's member, the metal legs clanging together as it wobbled back and forth. Now that it was stretched out without anything interrupting its full extension Victoria's soft dick looked even more massive – if that was even possible – its enormous expanse cresting over half of the seats surface - both in length and girth. Dr. Daley pulled a tape measure out of her coat pocket and began to unfurl it above her patient's member, her hands trembling like the table had.

Refusing to watch, Victoria stared at the ceiling, fearing what would happen if she saw just how much she'd grown with her own eyes. Would it make her fall deeper into despair? Would it arouse her? Anger her? She didn't know - she didn't want to know; she wouldn't look until Dr. Daley announced the number herself. Her fists clenched once more at her sides as she felt the doctor's latex-gloved hands and the plastic tape measure brush along her shaft, her foot rapidly rapping against the floor. Dr. Daley needed to hurry the fuck up !

"Good Lord, Victoria…" the doctor muttered, unsnapping the tape measure and scrawling on her clipboard, "You've grown at least a half a foot - you're over three feet long while flaccid! Thirty-seven inches long, to be exact."

Fuck .

"That's… that's more than I expected," Victoria replied, only now looking down at the exam table, "but I knew my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I have grown!"

"That's for sure."

Dr. Daley leaned forward, hunching over Victoria's table-sprawled member.

"I'm going to measure your circumference now, can you lift up your penis for me?"

"S-Sure."

Reaching down, Victoria hefted her cock by its center, the upper-half of her member sagging and staying connected to the table which stopped it from folding over on itself. Pulling out the tape measure once more, the doctor carefully pulled it around the incredible girth of her patient's shaft, right next to Victoria's hands; once it was circling the massive mass of meat, she yanked it tighter so the cold-plastic wrapped tightly around the veiny immensity, the the numbered, yellow measuring implement cutting into Victoria's dick-flesh. Dr. Daley did this again and again, attempting to get the most accurate, least obstructed count possible.

Doing this, however, a wakened Victoria's arousal, which had gone ignored for far too long at least as much as her body was concerned. Her cock bucked against her and the doctor's grip, straightening momentarily as it jerked upward, her balls giving an angry growl ; during this one, swift movement, her piss-slit gaped ridiculously and unloaded a heavy burst of precum. The off-white slime blasted forward in an unbroken arc for several seconds, splashing against the wall in front of the two futanari, plastering its poster-lined surface with its musky, potent essence, droplets flying back onto her and Dr. Daley - who was already scurrying away from the pearlescent implosion.

Over and over again Victoria's cum cannon flailed above the exam table like a garden hose turned to full blast, fighting against its owner's grip. Every few seconds it released another salvo of pre-seed, these stray shots squelching against the walls at its front, along with the cabinets below them; cock cream cascaded down the underside of Victoria's shaft, large puddles of pearlescence forming across the exam table. Grunting, Victoria tried to tame her wild serpent, holding it even tighter until it calmed and the end of it slapped back down onto the precum-mucked surface.

As soon as her cock stopped spraying , Victoria immediately dropped it and took a step backwards.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, really!" Victoria began to babble, her hands fidgeting at her rock-hard abdomen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, "I can't control it! My co– it did it on its own! I'm sorry !"

"I-It's okay, don't worry." Dr. Daley wiped off a few smears of she-pre from her lab coat before removing her gloves, having quickly calmed down once she realized her patient's expulsion was an accident, "It happens - it happens to everyone ! Trust me. I've had patients orgasm from much less."

"R-Really? So you're not going to call security and kick me out?"

Dr. Daley was momentarily taken back - the normally fierce futanari looked like nothing but a scared little girl now.

"No, Victoria, I'm not. It's okay, I promise nothing is going to happen to you." She reassured her, acting more like a mother than a medical practitioner, "While most of my patients don't, er, don't release so much at once, this is something I expected. It's actually not a bad thing, since I can take a sample of your semen now."

Victoria breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, and just so you know that's not m-my semen, it's just um, pre-cum ."

"I figured as much, but it is more than adequate for the tests I want to run."

"Okay…"

Trembling and counting down from ten mentally once more, Victoria watched the doctor take a vial and scoop some of her virile goop into it, placing it into a chilled, cooler-like container right after.

"Do we need to measure again?" Victoria asked hesitantly, unsure of what would happen if they did, her cock still leaking out constant rivulets of sperm, "For my circumference, I mean."

"No, I got the measurement before your… your accident ."

"And…?"

"At least a couple inches bigger." Dr. Daley explained, grabbing her clipboard and reading from it, "It was hard to get an accurate read because of the size of your veins and the fact that your penis seemed to, well, move on its own. But you're definitely a foot in circumference now while flaccid - at least . Possibly an inch or two more than that."

Fuck !

"Have you learned anything else? Like why this is happening?"

"No, and I probably won't until we get the test results of your blood work and the sperm sample back."

"Then… then are we done here?" The young futanari was visibly disappointed by this news, "Is that it?"

"Well…" Dr. Daley took a deep breath and steadied herself for what she was about to suggest, "It would help if I could measure and take notes on your penis while it's erect as well. I understand that that might be a lot to ask for, so if you don't think you can, well, handle it, then we don't have to."

FUCK !

"I can try?" She didn't sound confident herself, "I can try and get hard and… and try to behave at the same time. I can't promise anything though."

"That's fine. Would you like me to leave the room and wait outside so you can have some privacy?"

"No, that's okay. I don't think it'll change anything if you're here or not."

"Okay, then you may proceed whenever you feel like it, Victoria. Just let me know if you need any material to aid you or anything. If not, you can pretend I'm not here if that helps."

Nodding at Dr. Daley, Victoria reluctantly took her colossus in her hands and gave it a long stroke, her muscles tightening, her fingers trembling…

…

"Oh fuck yes doctor! Pound my fucking pussy!"

Despite what one might expect from her impassioned howls, it was Jasmine who was doing the lion's share of the work in the fervent fucking taking place in the small hospital room. Her wide hips shimmied in the air, her incredibly fat, dark-toned ass shaking wildly before they slammed down onto Dr. Daley's crotch. Jasmine displayed all of the energy and strength she'd garnered from her active lifestyle, her lower-half not pausing for a single second as it bounced on Samantha's huge cock, rising to the doctor's appendage's apple-sized tip and dropping all the way to her girthy base which each repetitive motion, hilting the enormous member inside of her ravenous pussy again and again.

Dr. Daley could barely recollect the events that had led to her lying naked on the cold tiled-floor while being ridden with more ferocity than she'd ever experienced in her life; this was both because how quickly the raunchy occurrence proceeded, and due to the fact that she couldn't focus on anything else but the pleasure shocking her body. It'd been a whirlwind of lurid movements and carnal action from the very start, that was for sure! Her patient was all over her without warning, and sometime during all of it she ended up here !

Her own gown removed, Jasmine skillfully flailed her nude form atop of Samantha's, her knees bent around the good doctor's waist, her hands gripping the blonde's thin shoulders. Firm breasts jiggling atop her chest – Dr. Daley huger pair wobbling wildly on her own – and tight abs flexing, Jasmine put her her all into getting fucked by Samantha; while the first futa she'd ever met and had sex with wasn't as insanely-hung as many of her dildos were, the fact that it was a real, flesh-and-blood cock inside of her made it feel a hundred times better than any plastic or rubber ever had.

And that wasn't to say the doctor was a slouch in the dick-department either!

Samantha's cock was definitely the biggest she'd ever laid eyes on even before she fished it free of the blonde's slacks! It had to be something like a foot and a half long – Jasmine well-practiced at eyeing genital sizes from her many partners – and so thick her fingers couldn't even completely encircle it; the doctor's balls were enormous as well, comparable to baseballs sitting in a hairless pouch - which just meant there was a lot of fuckin' sperm swimming in her sack! Jasmine had immediately sucked that fat dick into her plump lips to lube it upon unleashing it, nearly able to take it to the root on her first try, before pushing Samantha down and ripping the rest of her clothing off.

Then Jasmine was all over the futanari. She wasted exactly zero seconds in mounting the doctor, her need for satiation overwriting every other thought she had, and immediately plunged her gushing pussy down Samantha's entire length in a single sexual swallow . When Dr. Daley had gasped and lurched into a sitting position, her patient pulled her into a kiss without any hesitation, her meaty tongue sliding right into her mouth; no one had ever taken all of her cock so easily, and that alone almost made the blonde orgasm right then and there!

But she'd managed to hold herself back and after the kiss ended she fell to the floor once more. Her hands gripped Jasmine's strong thighs as her groin was crushed repeatedly by her patient's rapid rising and falling, her body shaking as she tried to make sense of the situation - and little sense of it she could make! Though Jasmine's pussy was as loose as she'd felt during her examination it also gripped her cock like it wanted to tear it off, practically strangling the life out of her extra, gigantic organ. She'd worn cock rings less tight than Jasmine's cunt!

Samantha Daley wasn't sure if this is what was keeping her from orgasming or not, but it certainly helped! The rest of the sensations coursing through her being were drawn from the liquid heat splashing down on her constantly; not only had Jasmine's pussy not stopped squirting, the rate and volume had only increased once the sex had begun! Both of their bodies were fucking drenched in her patient's fluid onslaught, Jasmine's torrents beaming from her cunt so forcefully they persistently washed back onto her figure, leaving her as dripping as the doctor was. Dr. Daley had enough of her wits about her to realize she was splayed out in a growing puddle of these same juices!

"Your cock is so fucking big !" Jasmine screamed again, her voice shaky from the vicious speed of her bouncing, "So fucking good! I've never been with someone so hung! Fuck, keep fucking me!"

"Y-You feel amazing too!" Samantha managed to rasp, staring in awe at her partner and the sexual prowess like no other she was witnessing, "Y-Your cunt is so tight! I feel like I'm going to cum already !"

"Nooo, not yet! I need more !"

Doing the opposite of what someone who didn't want their lover to climax would be expected to do, Jasmine only picked up her ponderous pace, practically jumping up and down on the doctor's massive cock, the bottoms of her thighs wetly colliding with the tops of her calves with every bounce. Leaning forward, she slipped her tongue into Samantha's mouth once more, and then really began to hump her enormity, her hips blurring as she floundered them swiftly. She could feel every pulse, every buck, every spurt of precum that the blonde released inside of her womb - which was another thing that had caught Dr. Daley off-guard!

No stranger to sex or the common way that futanari in general had to penetrate their partners, Samantha was stunned into a fit of moans when her cockhead slid through Jasmine's cervix like it wasn't even there and entered her womb; usually it took many minutes for her lovers to adjust to that same kind of fucking and it was never without pain, either! But Jasmine performed the feat like it was as simple as eating or drinking, clearly used to this kind of thing - something that wasn't from the truth considering the size of the toys she'd mentioned regularly fucking herself with. And like her inner-walls, Jasmine's baby chamber clamped down on her member with the same brutal grip .

All of this added up to the most intense coitus that Samantha had ever experienced! The extreme wetness, the vice-like clench of Jasmine's cunt, and the pure passion her patient showed in trying to wrestle an orgasm out of herself and her partner made the doctor dizzy! Every time Jasmine pulled away from the kiss, Samantha observed her beautiful blissful, ecstatic countenance contort, her eyes nearly crossing and her tongue hanging from her lips, drool running down her chin; Dr. Daley wasn't sure if her patient had climaxed yet – nor could she comprehend what such a thing would even entail – but based on what she'd learned of her, it appeared doubtful.

Jasmine was just this wet and wild naturally !

"Come on !" The curly-haired woman groaned, her features scrunching up in frustration, "I need to cum ! Fuck!"

So she hadn't !

"More! More! MORE!"

Growing utterly manic in her quest for satiation, Jasmine scrunched her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on every sensation that the doctor's overly large size brought her. She moaned from the engorged veins scraping along her passage. She whined as spurt after spurt of hot precum coated the walls of her womb. She shrieked every time Samantha's fat, churning balls smacked into her huge ass. It was all, all so amazing, granting her pleasure that she'd hadn't had in too long - so then why wasn't it enough !?

Jasmine tried to convince herself that a climax would approach her sooner than later, as futile as the thought felt. Maybe if she made Samantha cum that would help! Maybe the feeling of having her womb filled with baby batter would push her over the edge. Maybe that might do the trick? She didn't know if it would end up being true – as much as she hoped it would be – but God damn she was willing to try! Fuck, Jasmine would try anything at this point if it meant her sexual frustration would melt away.

She flung her body even more ravenously at the blonde futanari, gnashing her teeth together, moving with such feverish gluttony it was like she wanted to wrench Dr. Daley's soul from her cock. Each collision of her crotch against Samantha's sent a storm of squirted affections flying out between them, both her and the doctor soaked to the bone with Jasmine's girl cum like they'd been caught umbrella-lacking in a humid monsoon. And still her juices just kept coming and coming, gushing, spritzing, and exploding from her cunt every movement and moment, Dr. Daley constantly wondering how her patient wasn't completely dehydrated by this point.

Energy as bottomless as her libido, Jasmine just didn't stop . Tirelessly, she bounced on Samantha's throbbing extremity, showing no signs of exhaustion - one couldn't say the same for the doctor , however! Though Dr. Daley had barely made a single thrust into Jasmine that wasn't caused by her body flopping from the force of the curly-haired woman's unending undulations, she felt worn out, sweat dripping across her figure and mixing in with Jasmine's juices; breathing labored, face red, and muscles tight, she looked like she'd just finished a multiple-hour-long session at the gym! She winced as she felt her balls tighten and pull up against her groin.

"J-Jasmine! I can't hold back!" Samantha half-yelled, her head whipping back and forth, her soggy-wet hair splashing around the lake of liquid surrounding her, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it! Cum in me!" Jasmine howled in returned, unpausing in her self-skewering, "I want to feel your huge fuckin' load in my womb ! Fill me up, doctor! Give me everything you have!"

"I-I– fuck !"

Now Dr. Daley pistoned her hips into Jasmine, nearly bucking her off in the process - but Jasmine wasn't about to let the moment of truth escape her so easily! She fell forward and squeezed her legs around the doctor, pancaking herself against Samantha's body, her tits smothered by the larger, creamy pair underneath her. Jasmine continued to throw her ass back on Dr. Daley's cock as fervently as possible, changing her rhythm so that the throbbing member stayed nearly completely embedded in her womb the entire time, clenching down with her cunt-muscles to wring out as much of her partner's seed as possible.

Dr. Daley groaned like she was in pain as her swollen testicles released their load, her cock engorging noticeably within the fit woman's depths. Jasmine could feel the blonde doctor's urethra expand , her moans reaching a fever-pitch at the sensation of Samantha's first burst of semen grinding against her inner-walls before it actually poured into her; her moans were swiftly elevated to screams when that initial salvo did shoot right into the back wall of her womb. A sudden searing heat blossomed within her abdomen.

Grunting, Samantha's hips jerked against Jasmine as she orgasmed into her, painting her depth in her own personal paste . In turn, Jasmine clamped down on the base of the doctor's member with her pussy as tightly as possible once more, using so much force that it nearly cut off the flow of Dr. Daley's load. Samantha bit her lower lip at the unexpected extra contraction of Jasmine's cunt, her cock lunging against her patient like it was actively fighting against the excess pressure. Both of them were feeling near unbearable amounts of pleasure, but only one of them was experiencing another emotion.

Anguish.

Because while Samantha was losing herself to the throes of ecstasy, Jasmine was not . She felt euphoric, of that there was no question, but she wasn't cumming , the one thing she'd been hoping beyond reason to experience. Her cunt gushed, moans and mewls escaped her lips, and her small brown nipples were hard as pebbles - but she hadn't hit her apex. Jasmine felt so… so damn close that it made her want to burst into a fit of sobs, like her orgasm was dangling in front of her like a carrot on a stick, but she just couldn't quite grasp it. And that's how it always was, always had been. A goal that was in her sights but only ever seemed to grow farther and farther away from her the harder she tried to reach it.

So lost in her train of thought Jasmine was, that she scarcely noticed that Samantha's orgasm was beginning to wane. It had been about a minute since the doctor had started cumming by her estimates – something else she was good at guessing, due to her profession – which immediately impressed her; she'd heard that futanari were potent, but she didn't know it was to such an insane degree! Jasmine suddenly became aware that she felt heavy , specifically around her midsection, and she pushed herself into a sitting position atop Dr. Daley.

Eyes bulging at what they fell upon, Jasmine almost felt herself orgasm from the sight. Almost . Her stomach was rounded out with what could only be Dr. Daley's cum ! Her normally flat, tight abdomen looked bloated like she was pregnant, bigger than she'd ever seen it; the source of this torso-swelling swam around inside of her, Jasmine's womb crammed with Samantha's sperm. She gasped and placed her hands on her belly, digging her fingers into her wobbly flesh, the sensation of the futa's semen swishing under her skin adding to her ecstasy - even if it still wasn't enough.

While Jasmine inspected her blown-up stomach, Samantha lay panting below her, one of her arms thrown over her face, the rest of her limbs limp, partially-submerged in the room-spanning lake of her patient's liquid arousal. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath, her huge breasts rising and falling rapidly, trying her hardest to recover; that was the best damn orgasm of her life, bar none ! Though her cock was still as erect as when Jasmine had first spotted it protruding against her slacks, her balls felt utterly drained like there wasn't a single sperm cell left inside of them.

Dr. Daley slid her arm from her features and weakly raised her head to check on Jasmine.

"Jasmine?" She asked her patient, confused by how calm she looked, "Are you okay?"

"No!" Jasmine burst out, suddenly jumping to her feet, Dr. Daley's cock sliding out of her cunt along with a waterfall of ball brew, "I need more !"

Just who was this woman!?

"M-More!?"

"Yes!"

Jasmine pushed on her stomach until all of the doctor's virile slime had cascaded from her dripping pussy lips and splattered right onto the futa's crotch!

"I need you to fuck me again! I didn't cum!"

Dr. Daley gave an aghast expression at Jasmine's claim.

"You didn't !? But how?" Samantha stuttered, her features a mask of unbelieving, "You were so wet! And you squirted so much! You can't really be telling m–"

"Well I am !" Jasmine growled back at her, crossing her arms over her chest, "I told you before that this is how I always am! I'm always this wet! I'm always this sensitive! I'm always like this !"

Before Samantha could respond, Jasmine spun around and dropped to her hands and knees, spreading her legs.

"What are you waiting for?" She questioned the doctor, craning her neck to peer at the blonde from over her shoulder, "Come here and fuck me! Take control! Fuck me as hard as you want, Samantha!"

"J-Jasmine, I don't think this is such a good idea," the doctor pleaded, acting as though she didn't want to fuck the bottom-heavy woman in front of her - though the noticeable throb her cock made suggested the opposite, "I'm your doctor for God's sake! I-I can't just take advantage of you like this!"

"You're not taking advantage of me, Samantha! Like I said before, you're just giving me my medicine! And who knows? Maybe a big fat fuckin' futa dick is exactly the cure I need."

"I don't know…"

"Come on!" Jasmine urged her, lifting a hand to plant a loud slap across one of her meaty cheeks, the mocha-colored flesh on her ass rippling "We won't know until we try! So get over and fucking fuck me!"

That was all it took for Samantha's libido to win out over her ethics, and she proceeded to rise to her knees, cock in hand, shuffling over to Jasmine…

"Fuck yes!"

…

"I don't believe it…" Dr. Daley shook her head, looking from her clipboard to Victoria, and then back to her clipboard, "You've grown even more while hard, Victoria. I don't understand how such an incredible amount of growth is possible in such a relatively short time - especially for a futa your age."

Victoria was turned away from the doctor, her entire body quivering.

"How much?" Victoria growled, exasperated by hearing that the truth she'd begun to fear was a reality, "What are the numbers?"

"You're over four feet long now."

Victoria cringed at the measurements being read off to her.

"Fifty inches or so, maybe a bit more. It was even harder to get an accurate measurement of your erect penis. It just kept throbbing - I've never seen anything like it!"

Unsure if the lust she heard in Dr. Daley's voice was real or imagined, Victoria did her best to ignore it regardless.

"As for your circumference… Again, hard to tell because of how veiny your penis is, but it's currently nineteen, possibly twenty inches around."

Recalling the numbers that Cassandra had told her months ago – forty-three inches long and sixteen inches around – and comparing them to the ones she'd just heard from Dr. Daley made Victoria shudder .

"I'm not gonna say you're the biggest futanari on record," the doctor continued, scratching at her temple, perplexed, "but the amount of futanari in our files that even approach your measurements, let alone exceed them is, is…"

Dr. Daley sighed.

"Well there aren't many of them, that much I can tell you."

Victoria didn't have to be told that information to already know the veracity of it. She had figured long ago that her constantly-expanding size was nearly without equal, the other futa she'd interacted with at the fashion show – and how that whole thing went – all but confirming her suspicions; still, that didn't mean it was something she enjoyed hearing! It couldn't have been normal to be this hung even considering what she knew about her unique sex, and she was absolutely positive that her continual, random growth wasn't anything ordinary either. For all intents and purposes, Victoria was a freak of nature!

As her heart pounded under her breasts loud enough she could hear it ringing in her ears and her body shook from fear and anger, Victoria looked from her jutting, tower of a cock to her surroundings, her fury furthered at the what she laid eyes on; the process of getting hard at the doctor's request and the measurements that took place after left the room an absolute fucking mess . Large splotches of pearly pre dotted nearly every wall, the floor, and even the ceiling , and much of the same viscous slime ran down her shaft and dripped off her balls, specks of it clinging to Victoria's physique.

She'd apologized over and over again each time her cock had created another liquid explosion, Dr. Daley meeting her 'sorry's with reassurance that it was perfectly fine . This didn't help Victoria in the slightest, and in fact annoyed her to such an extent that her words began to come out in a strained, begrudging tone by the time she'd reached her full erection; it wasn't fine, and if it was Victoria wouldn't be in the Goddamn hospital in the first place! And as she'd recently come to expect, her arousal was accompanied by a flurry of anger , even though there wasn't really anything that should've been reasonably igniting her rage.

Just seeing the kind of destruction she'd managed to cause with such ease made both of the contrasting emotions boil over within her. Feeling her pole pulse powerfully, her muscles contract and expand with every breath she took, and her titanic testicles rumble as they churned up a bottomless volume of semen put her on edge; the smell of her own virile, musky miasma invading her olfactory senses and coating everything in the room nearly pushed her over said-edge! Not even counting down from ten was doing anything to calm her at this point.

"And though we couldn't weigh them properly, there's no question that your testicles have grown as well, along with, presumably your rate and volume of ejaculation. The sounds I heard in your testicles when I listened to them through my stethoscope was… Well, it goes without saying that I've never heard anything like it, either."

Dr. Daley continued on, ignorant of her patient's inner-turmoil.

"Your total body weight speaks for itself," she read through her exam notes, "and the fact that it's mostly all made up of your muscle mass is concerning , considering what you told me before. I can't imagine your genitalia isn't easy to carry around everyday either, even for a futanari."

Victoria didn't respond.

"Speaking of which, I'd like to check one other thing," Dr. Daley changed into another pair of latex gloves, "if that's okay with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Victoria replied tersely, "I should be… be able to handle it."

"Good, this will only take a moment."

Wheeling herself over to her patient, Dr. Daley took hold of Victoria's enormous, pillar-like thighs and firmly put pressure on them, indicating that they should be spread. Victoria did just that, every single strained countenance on her face scrunched into withheld agony, a violent surge of arousal shooting through her at the doctor's touch; she could hear Dr. Daley taking more notes before resuming her examination. Her cock jerked freely, and another splatter echoed through the room as yet another surface was plastered in her pre.

Dr. Daley's hands slid across the venous, hilly-expanse of her patient's thighs until they were placed between them; then she did the one thing she didn't know she wasn't supposed to do, performing the one inspection that Victoria hadn't gone through the last time she was in the hospital. Right as her fingers touched down on Victoria's other genitalia, the futanari suddenly froze up and her legs slammed close, the doctor's hands jerking away from her, only barely missing being completely crushed by the mass of boulder-like muscles. Before Dr. Daley could ask what was wrong, Victoria spun around with an earth-shaking roar .

"NO!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, threateningly taking a powerful step towards Dr. Daley, who fell from her stool onto her ass on the floor, "You don't get to touch me there !"

Dr. Daley looked utterly terrified by her patient's sudden change in temperment, her clipboard raised to shield herself.

"V-Victoria!?" She gasped, crawling backwards, her hand held out like she was a hapless victim being approached by the killer in a horror movie, "What's wrong? Did I–"

"You don't get to touch that, you don't get to just touch me! Not you, and not anyone else! You don't–"

Snarling as she took another long step forward, her massive cock hovering menacingly over the doctor, Victoria bent down and reached out towards her. Dr. Daley cried out in fear as she felt Victoria's meaty, strong fingers grab the collar of her lab coat and lift her from the floor, yanking her into the air high enough that her feet dangled above the ground. Victoria's lips pulled back into a sneer as her other hand moved towards the blonde's pants, taking a last glimpse at her current conquest's face, her intentions clear; but, when she gazed upon Dr. Daley's trembling, teary-eyed expression, she stopped with the same swiftness she'd started with.

Expression softening for just a brief second, Victoria all of a sudden released Dr. Daley, allowing her prey to stumble away. Her own expression transformed into a mask of hatred - but it wasn't one directed at the doctor any longer. No, it was clearly hatred of the self . Screaming out in an animalistic fashion, Victoria turned to the side and lifted her arms towards the ceiling, her hands balling into fists; in the next moment she smashed them down onto the semen-mucked exam table. The entire thing let out a metallic crunching sound as it folded in half and collapsed in on itself, crumbling into a pile of distorted steel.

Still howling like an injured beast, Victoria moved in the opposite direction away from Dr. Daley's trembling form and began to viciously destroy everything in her path. Her fists appeared to be her weapon of choice, and a good weapon they turned out to be! Clenched fingers punched into countertops and walls, leaving enormous cracks and deep holes in their wake. The sink's faucet was given a backhanded slap , bending the metal into a twisted, ruined state. Even her sandaled-foot entered the action, several cabinet doors caved in from the force of her kick as she reeled around, swinging her limbs around wildly.

Everything she touched ended up destroyed, which was apt considering how she'd spent the better part of the last year or so. Once any part of her body made contact with something, that was it for it; it didn't matter which of her massive appendages barreled into something in their reach, the results were the same. Obliteration . Even when Victoria's cock struck the side of a cabinet, it folded under the intense strength of her extremity, along with being smeared by her pre. Her frenzy continued like a tornado blowing through a trailer park, until one, final action made her stop all together. Victoria slammed her head straight into the nearest wall and sunk into a heap on the floor.

All of the emotions she'd been holding back for the day and the better part of the week since she'd experienced her moment of clarity rampaged through her like she had through the room. Anger, lust, hate - each and every feeling that had ruled her life for over a year flooded her brain and wracked her body, actual pain burning her being. She curled her limbs into herself as she screamed and screamed and screamed , her balls and still-hard cock flopping onto the floor in front of her, acting as a constant reminder of her mysterious ailments, an always-present punishment for her very existence.

And Dr. Daley had witnessed all of it.

Unsure if it was due to the fact that Victoria was a fellow futanari, or if it came from some kind of motherly instinct she wasn't aware she possessed, Dr. Daley acted against her sense of reason and approached Victoria. During her cautious striding she stared in wonderment at the destruction her patient had caused to the exam room; she couldn't believe that just a single person could do so much damage in such a short time! Debris of all kinds littered the floor, and there was scarcely a surface that Victoria hadn't brutalized. Her shoes crunched against the tile as she walked, crushing unavoidable scatterings of splinters of wood, stone, and plaster with each step.

Kneeling behind Victoria, Dr. Daley wrapped her arms around the futanari and hugged her, an act she'd rarely done for any of her patients. She didn't say a word as she cradled the younger futa; despite how she'd felt towards Victoria at the beginning of the day, her feelings had now made a complete one-eighty. Sympathy, confusion, sorrow - these were the emotions that currently made her heart ache. It was bad enough to see someone who shared her same discriminated sex be so, so frustrated with themselves and what they were born as, but it was even worse considering she couldn't even really help her! At least not yet.

The reaction she'd received when she'd tried to inspect Victoria's vagina was unexpected, but it had been enough to form a hypothesis in Dr. Daley's mind. She was no psychologist, but that didn't mean she wasn't smart and respected in her profession for no reason. Choosing not to broach the subject given her patient's current state, she thought silently to herself as she gently rocked Victoria back and forth, an idea she'd formed the previous day returned to her brain; it wasn't an idea of what could cure Victoria by any means, but one that might make her life a little easier for the time being until a solution could be worked. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if…?

No, this wasn't the right time.

"Victoria?" She whispered softly to her patient, brushing a strand of silky black hair from Victoria's curtained-features, revealing a trickle of blood leaking down the futa's forehead, "It's gonna be okay. I'm not going to press charges or call security or anything, I promise."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so–"

"I know. I know you can't control yourself when you get like this, I understand that now. If anything I'm thankful you… you didn't do what you wanted to do. What you almost did. But I'm sorry for what I did - I should have asked first."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so angry. It just comes from nowhere and I don't understand it…"

Victoria sniffled.

"...I wish I did. I want to know what's wrong with me."

"I do too, and hopefully I'll be able to help you understand everything when the time comes."

Dr. Daley released her patient and stood up.

"If you get up and get dressed, we can talk about your options and clean up your face. Can you do that for me?"

Victoria nodded and unfurled her body, wiping at her eyes as she rose on trembling legs…

…

"Harder! Faster!" Jasmine cried as she pushed herself back onto Dr. Daley's plundering length, "Come on! I thought futanari were supposed to be the best at sex! Fuck me more !"

Dr. Daley was certainly trying!

Having shown little resistance to the woman's goads and relenting to her libido, Dr. Daley was now willingly fucking her patient doggstyle, holding onto her waist as viciously pumped into her. Samantha's hairless groin slapped into her patient's enormous backside repeatedly, their bodies meeting halfway every time the doctor thrust her hips, Jasmine swiftly rocking herself back and forth on hands and knees. The doctor's heavy sack whipped through the air to pummel Jasmine's sloppy sex, beating against her clit again and again to wring even more pleasure from her.

Doing just as her patient had requested, Dr. Daley put her all into trying to give Jasmine her so-called medicine , pounding her pussy with as much force as she could muster; like before, Samantha found herself bewildered by the stimulation her patient's depths provided her. Spacious yet comfortable. Wide but small. Loose and tight. She couldn't make sense of how these contrasting sensations managed to coexist inside of one person, but they sure as hell did! Samantha moaned each time Jasmine's passage and womb opened for her huge cock, just to immediately close up and hug her member with an otherworldly amount of snugness.

And the curly-haired woman was still utterly insatiable! No matter how hard or how fast Samantha fucked her she just kept screaming for more, her howls of need accompanied by urgency-coaxed push-backs of her own body; it didn't even seem to to register to Jasmine when the doctor tried to adjust the angle of her assault in an attempt to hit all of her inner-spots. The reaction was the same regardless: she wanted something that Samantha just couldn't seem to give her!

That didn't stop them from both feeling incredible, however. Jasmine shrieked out as many 'yes' and 'keep going' as she did commands for more; and though Dr. Daley had learned that the extreme volume of liquid constantly gushing from her patient's pussy didn't mean she was actually cumming, it at least meant that she was enjoying being fucked! Samantha, of course, was in Heaven , Jasmine's clenching, massaging inner-folds like none she'd ever experienced before, every other sexual partner she'd had shamed by the bottom-heavy woman's natural prowess. Comparing Jasmine and anyone else was like judging a thick, perfectly-cooked cut of steak and a fast-food hamburger - there was no comparison!

She was almost afraid that Jasmine had ruined her for any future lovers!

"You can do better than that!" Jasmine growled, giving her ass another wet slap , egging the doctor on, "I'd heard a futa's sex drive was supposed to be too much for a girl like me to handle! That they were supposed to take control and fuck their partner's 'till they can't stand! I guess that was all just a myth !"

Samantha snarled and planted several violent smacks across her patient's backside.

"You heard right then!" She picked up the pace of her pistoning, now wrenching Jasmine back to fuck her harder, "I'll show you just what a futanari can do! You'll orgasm - just you wait !"

"Fuck yes that's what I wanted to hear! Fucking give it to me!"

Eager to not make her bold claim nothing more than a bluff , Dr. Daley slam-fucked Jasmine with a fierce show of brutality. Her hips met her patient's ass with resounding plaps , the squelching of the rutting echoing through the exam room, the unending splashes of Jasmine's girlcum jettisoning onto the feminine-fluid-flooded floor nearly deafening their combined moans. Fuck, she was so ridiculously wet that Samantha had to put in actual effort just not to slip out accidentally! Her vein-layered, pussy-juice-and-cum slathered cock rampaged through Jasmine's soggy sex over and over again, the doctor intent on making good on her word.

In the same way their initial sexual-encounter went, Jasmine felt nothing but a conflict of emotions. Yes, Samantha's massive appendage felt better than any other that had entered her cunt and womb, spreading her folds with every throb and thrust, and punching into her baby chamber like she'd never experienced… But ! But it wasn't enough, and Jasmine was beginning to accept that it would never be enough. For all of her taunts and urging-on's of her super-hung lover, she understood that the doctor just couldn't give her the satisfaction she was looking for no matter how hard she tried.

Her acceptance of this near-indisputable fact came with its own sense of defeat . Jasmine understood that she wasn't going to orgasm with Samantha despite her voracious hunger for such a thing to occur; she knew that no matter how roughly the doctor fucked her it wasn't going to get here to where she needed to be. That didn't mean she wasn't going to do her damndest to make her climax a reality , and she continued to power herself backwards to meet Samantha's unforgiving pounding even if there was an internal feeling of futility to her lurid actions.

It wasn't like she wasn't feeling pleasure, either! Quite the contrary - this was the best sex that Jasmine had ever had! The voluminous gushes pluming from her engorged royally-hued lower lips were evidence enough; she couldn't remember the last time she'd been aroused, so sloppy . Even her insanely-sized dildos that were bigger than Dr. Daley's cock never had brought her so much ecstasy! So regardless of her lingering malaise at the ineffectiveness of Samantha's thrusting and attempts at making her cum, she was going to relish in their coitus as much as possible.

Even if she knew she'd feel nothing but gut-wrenching frustration afterwards.

"Fucking take it, slut !" Samantha grunted as she muscles her enormous organ into Jasmine's spritzing slit, "Take my big fucking dick! Cum all over it!"

Jasmine hid her amusement at the doctor's personality change - it was nice to see how much Samantha was getting into it!

"Oooh fuck Samantha, you're fucking me so good !" Jasmine moaned back, both to encourage the futanari and as a genuine show of appreciation, "Keep going! Don't stop! Harder !"

What did it take to satisfy this woman!?

Dr. Daley was fucking her as hard as she was virtually capable of doing so! Sweat drenched her otherwise pussy-juice soaked body, and she could feel her lithe muscles ache from the speed and force with which she was thrusting into her patient! Samantha could tell that Jasmine wasn't orgasming, her movements nor her expression having changed in the slightest; she was just throwing herself back onto Samantha's girthy spear like it was a dick a third the size. All of Dr. Daley's pistons and ass-slaps and vulgar exclamations were amounting to nothing - nothing except her own approaching orgasm!

As much as Samantha fought back the load brewing in her fat balls, there was no denying her body's needs for much longer! She wasn't sure how much time had passed since her first climax and their switch of position, but it certainly felt like they'd been at it for hours; Dr. Daley couldn't remember the last time a partner had left her so utterly exhausted - not since her marathon sex sessions during college, probably! There was a considerable gurgling occurring in her taut, bloated sack, announcing what both her and Jasmine knew was coming.

If anything this only spurred Jasmine into further action. Samantha didn't think that the ravenous woman was able to do any more than she currently was, but the shattering of her disbelief played out right before her eyes. Like she was using the tremendous amounts of her own personal lubrication to aid her movements, Jasmine slid backwards like she was skating on ice, practically gliding along the floor to make her enormous rear thud into the doctor's flat stomach and groin. This drew more gasps from Dr. Daley, especially considering that Jasmine was forcing an incredible excess of pressure onto her monster once more.

Gritting her teeth, Samantha's body burned as she struggled not to cum. It was all just too much for her! Her massive cock felt like it was being caressed by every single muscle that her patient's pussy possessed, like a million tiny fingers were stroking her many inches at the same time, and all of them working in perfect sync with each other to coax as much pleasure from her as person - as much pleasure and as much cum ! Everything about this once-in-a-lifetime experience made Dr. Daley feel like she was dreaming , like this was a kind of sex that only existed in the most lurid of fantasies.

Hell, everything about Jasmine herself made her go crazy as well! She was so fit, her skin so smooth, and her ass was so fucking fat that Samantha had scarcely ever witnessed its equal except on women like Cassandra. Then there were the wild, blissed-filled expressions her patient constantly tossed her way, her gorgeous features elevated to another degree of beauty by the pure, unbridled lust that danced upon them; Samantha had seen people in the throes of an orgasm look less happy than Jasmine did! Add in her constant, passionate cries for more and it created the amazing concoction to make the blonde futa cum .

"Get ready, Jasmine!" Samantha groaned, pistoning with all the energy she had left, her head thrown backwards, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, "I'm gonna cum right in your womb! Gonna give you your medicine now so make sure to take every last drop !"

"Yes!" Jasmine screeched back at her for the umpteenth time, "Fucking bloat me with your load! Make me cum with your cum! Fucking do it!"

Their bodies crashed into each other one last time, Samantha's grip tightening on Jasmine's fleshy hips. She ground her cock as deeply as possible into her patient's cunt and womb as possible like she was trying to force her entire self into the woman's spacious depths. Balls pulling up and trembling, Dr. Daley could feel them vibrate against her thighs – as could Jasmine against her own legs – and her shaft swell as semen raced up its incredible length; again Jasmine mewled at his sensation occurring within her, her canal stimulated by the bulging of the doctor's member.

With a cry of her own, Dr. Daley climaxed. Spraying down Jasmine's insides instantly, re-cramming her womb with sticky seed, her sperm flowing the entirety of her clenching passage. Moaning and shaking, Jasmine closed her eyes and focused on the liquid stirring within her, once more praying it was enough for her. It wasn't. Her cunt gushed harder than ever, but that was the only manner in which she reacted. There was no climax of her own to experience. Nothing. Just an unbearable amount of euphoria - unbearable because it couldn't help her get over the last hurdle. She was left disappointed as always.

Samantha wasn't disappointed though! The pleasure washing over her made her ignorant of her patient's unsatisfied state - but at that moment she didn't care; she only cared about her pleasure and her pleasure alone. Her very life force felt like it was being forced out of her cock in a way that made her last orgasm look like foreplay . She groaned mindlessly, and slowly her hold on her patient loosened as did her grip on reality, Samantha having to use all of her remaining strength just to stay awake .

As her balls continued to drain into Jasmine, Samantha slowly felt herself begin to slip backwards. Slimy heaps of cum poured out of her patient's still-squirting sex as her cock wrenched itself free, Jasmine's overpacked baby sac releasing its contents; she whined needily as she felt her womb vacating its prize, and she tried to follow the futa as she moved away from her to keep embedded into her depths for as long as possible. It was no use, however, and Samantha ended up falling completely backwards with a splash as her orgasm came to an end.

Jasmine quickly turned around to address the barely-conscious futanari.

"Samantha?" She asked, one of her hands holding her rounded-out stomach, her other stuffed between her legs to rub at her clit, "That was fantastic but I need more! Let's go again!"

Dr. Daley wearily lifted her head to gape at Jasmine - again? She'd never been wrung so dry!

"More? Jasmine I don't think I can give you any more! Just look!"

She hefted her utterly wilted member towards Jasmine, showing her patient that it was completely flaccid, along with the fact that her balls had actually shriveled up.

"I won't be able to get it up for a while, and I do have other patients to see today."

"Fuck!"

Jasmine screamed and covered her face with her sexual-secretion-saturated fingers and started to cry.

"I thought you'd be the one !" She whined between sobs, her legs slamming shut as though to hide the shame of her unquenchable, carnal thirst, "I thought you'd be the who could fix me! That once I learned you were a futanari and so fucking hung that you might be the one I've been searching for all this time!"

Dr. Daley shakily sat back up on her knees and shuffled towards Jasmine, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Though I still might be able to help you," she muttered to her tearful patient, trying to wince from the soreness in every muscle she possessed, "once I get the results from your tests back. It's not over Jasmine."

"But what will the tests even do !? It's not like you can magically fix what's wrong with me or find me a partner that can at least give me an orgasm !"

"You're right I can't but–"

Dr. Daley suddenly went silent, her eyes widening.

"Actually…"

She was struck by an idea, but it was one she wasn't sure was right .

"What?" Jasmine questioned, looking up from her hands at the doctor, "Do you know someone that can help me? Another doctor?"

She really shouldn't be doing this.

"I-I might."

Samantha sighed.

"I do know someone and she's not a doctor. She's another patient of mine who I'm actually seeing tomorrow."

There was no turning back now.

"She's a futanari like me, but a more gifted one if you catch my drift." Samantha rubbed her temple - this went against her code of ethics as a medical practitioner! "And she… she might be what you need. Not to solve your problem, but at least she might be able to, to–"

Dr. Daley paused, but the look of despair on Jasmine's visage was all it took for her to continue.

"This patient of mine may be the right 'fit' for you, so to speak."

"Really!?" Jasmine threw her arms around Samantha and hugged her tightly, their nude forms squelching together, "You mean she's someone that can give me an orgasm!?"

"Y-Yes, that's what I mean."

Samantha cleared her throat and pulled away from the hug, staring at Jasmine seriously now.

"If you agree to it, I can talk it over with her tomorrow and give her your number…"

…

Victoria stood awkwardly in the center of the exam room, not a single intact surface left for her to sit on or lean against.

With a fresh bandage on her forehead and a cleaned and sanitized face, Victoria, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day's events, waited for Dr. Daley to address her. She was clothed again, her too-small dress and compression shorts having miraculously survived her rampage; it hadn't taken her long for her to calm down and go flaccid after all of that occurred, her outburst having sapped all of her energy. The stinging pain of the doctor applying alcohol to the cut above her eyes hadn't been cause for further arousal either!

She'd offered to help clean up the exam room, but the doctor brushed her off, claiming she'd do it herself or make up an excuse to the cleaning crew when they came in that night. Still, Victoria felt terrible for what she'd done, and every time the wreckage entered her vision – which was pretty much a constant considering it was spread all around her – she felt even worse . Victoria didn't understand why Dr. Daley was being so kind to her and she wanted to complain about it - but ultimately she chose not to. It wouldn't do any good to question the niceness she'd been shown, a goodwill she couldn't ever deserve.

Finally, Dr. Daley turned her attention to her fellow futanari, a stressed-furrowing of her countenance meeting Victoria's gaze. This made Victoria worried. Was the doctor about to turn on her? Inform her that security was on their way and that she was going to jail? Tell her that she was just an awful human being and that's why this was happening to her? Victoria shuddered, but tried to remain strong, her stance going rigid as she awaited her sentencing. There was no turning back now.

"So, Victoria, while I think this ends our exam, I won't have any more information for you until I get the results of your blood and sperm back from the lab."

Victoria figured as much.

"But I…"

Dr. Daley took a deep breath and steeled herself.

"...I might have a temporary solution to your problem."

"Temporary? What are you talking about?"

"I've already, ugh …" Dr. Daley muttered to herself, Victoria's growing confusion, "Okay, I'm gonna be straight with you, Victoria. I saw a patient yesterday who has a unique medical issue that is not unlike yours."

"Another futanari?"

"No, she's a woman. But, she has the same problem with her sex-drive as you do. It's incredibly high and she's never satiated, no matter what she does or she sleeps with."

"I don't understand," Victoria shook her head, "what does that have to do with me?

"I asked her yesterday if I could give her your number so that you guys could… meet up and hopefully help each other. I told her I'd talk to you and ask if you were amenable to this idea."

Thinking to herself for a long moment, Victoria's face lit up once understanding had struck her.

"Wait, you mean like for us to meet up and fuck !?"

Dr. Daley's eye twitched.

"Yes. I think you two might fit each other in that way, and that together you might be able to… I don't think I need to say anymore. A temporary solution as I mentioned, at least until I can figure out what's going on with you - with both of you."

She paused and quickly wrote something down.

"If you think it's something you want to do, this is her number."

Pausing, Dr. Daley ripped a piece of paper off of her clipboard and held it out to Victoria. She silently stared at the torn slip, not making a single move to take it from the doctor's hand, contemplating the other futanari's words instead. Once more Victoria could feel her heart thump thump thump in her chest and the wound on her temple pulse ; she was shaken by an awareness of just how damn tired she felt, how sore her limbs were, how she felt drained more so than after multiple days of sex in a row. Why was this happening to her?

Why was she being rewarded for her behavior? Why was something like this just falling into her lap? Why wasn't she being punished ? The way that she treated others, the way she lived, the way that she was didn't seem like something that should warrant such a prize, a possible out for her problems. She was a monster, so she should've been treated like one! But here she was, being offered a solution she didn't deserve, presented to her on a golden-platter like she'd done something of actual value with her life. And she didn't understand any of it.

Her fingers shook as they met Dr. Daley's. Clutching the slip of paper, she took it and held it up to her face, her eyes struggling to read the phone number written on it, Victoria's vision bleary as she fought back tears. Dr. Daley offered a sympathetic smile; while she didn't – and might never – understand exactly what her patient was going through, that didn't mean she couldn't feel sorry for the young futa. She had to look out for her own when they suffered, afterall - and life had sure dealt Victoria a hell of a hand!

"T-Thank you…" Victoria mumbled, stuffing the paper into her cleavage, "I'll um, I'll think about calling her."

"Good," Dr. Daley turned and opened the door to the exam room, motioning for Victoria to make her exit, "like I said, I really think you should. You two might be good for each other."

Victoria nodded and stepped out in the cold hallway, her head turning back to the other futanari when she was suddenly spoken to.

"Oh and Victoria? Her name is 'Jasmine' by the way…"