Lab Accident 2 - Reproducible

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Lab Accident - Research

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Olivia! What’s happening?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Futanari World: Victoria's Growth

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It all started for Victoria on a Saturday night. She’d been feeling out of sorts all day, nothing in particular, just a general malaise and ravenous hunger.

The normally vivacious senior had spent all day lying about the house, moping, sighing and eating far more than was probably good for her. She could feel a sense of expectation, like she was waiting for something, but what, she had no idea.

She finally decided on an early night, but despite her lethargy, she found it difficult to get to sleep. Aches and twinges cropped up all over her slim body, and she was slightly sick in the pit of her stomach.

Her eyes snapped open as she awoke from the fitful sleep into which she’d finally fallen. She felt like her guts were twisting themselves apart and the sheets were slick with sweat.

God, no wonder I’ve been feeling off all day; I’m running a fever.

She flipped over slowly, groaning, and stumbled to her feet, grabbing her glasses from the nightstand. Her loose, filmy nightshirt clung to her slim body as she slowly dragged herself through the moonlit room, squinting as she flipped on the light in her ensuite bathroom.

I look terrible. Her face was flushed and red, deep dark circles under her eyes attesting to her broken sleep and fatigue. Her short brown hair stuck to her face in stringy, wet strands, until she filled shaking hands with cool water from the tap and washed down her face, pulling her fingers down and staring at herself through the mirror through heavily-lidded eyes.

Ignoring the protestations from her aching muscles, she made her way downstairs to get some ibuprofen from the kitchen cupboard, hoping it would calm her fever enough for her to sleep.

The ache in her stomach had grown even worse, and when she stepped through the doorway into the kitchen her body was suddenly gripped in an agonising sensation, her whole body freezing up as the pain amplified and spread, her whole pelvic area starting to ache.

She took deep, rattling breaths, throwing out a slick hand to steady herself as she started to shake. The pain was starting to fade, but in its place was a growing heat, deep in her belly and her virgin pussy.

Her breaths became deeper as the sensation flooded her body, a powerful, creeping arousal. If anything she began to sweat harder as her skin tingled in the cool night air. Her small nipples crinkled, growing hard against her filmy nightshirt, and her clitoris felt tight and swollen enough to burst.

She leaned harder against the wall, her vision clouding as her glasses started to fog. This wasn’t just arousal – her body was burning with the need for release. It was as she put a hand down to her pussy that she felt a sensation that made her gasp.

Just above her pussy, there was a large, hard lump in her pubic mound. It pulsed lightly as her fingers traced it, about the size of the bottom of a small hen’s egg. It felt fleshy, pliant, not like a bone sticking out underneath skin but nevertheless hard and full, and the flesh buzzed and tingled like an electric current played across it.

Her dark brown eyes went wide behind her frames as the tips of her fingers brushed over the tip of the tingling nub, her arousal momentarily forgotten as she tried to puzzle out what was happening to her body.

She stifled a yelp as the lump throbbed, the arousal returning twofold until the contractions in her abdominals doubled her over against the wall, sweat dripping into a growing puddle on the floor. Beneath her bloated clit and the hard lump in her pubis, her pussy was working overtime, juice cascading down her legs, her hot lips fluttering and working against nothing but the cold night air. Pussy juices mingled with perspiration on her red-hot thighs until her knees knocked together in weakness and need.

She saw the lump throb again, and gasped as it swelled, sticking out an inch from her mound. Before her eyes the hair on the lump fell loose, leaving it clear and white and still pulsating. It prickled even harder, tiny stabs of pain playing across its surface.

With agonising slowness it kept expanding, the skin stretching as the solid lump grew bigger, each throb sending pulses of unbearable lust through her body.

It didn’t grow any thicker but instead out from her body, less a lump now and more a short shaft throbbing right above her aching clit. The agonising lust built in her body until her skinny hips were humping the air, and with a powerful burst of pressure the 3-inch shaft suddenly bloated at the top, a ridge of skin fanning out about an inch down from the end.

Colour blossomed from the tip, a light pink spreading down to the end of the ridge, the bell-shaped tip subtly morphing and reforming into an unfamiliar shape with a mottled texture. Almost by instinct Vicki gripped it, blinking away drips of sweat and groaning as it throbbed in her hand.

Suddenly, she realised what it was. She realised what was happening to her, and the realisation sent a chill to the pit of her stomach.

Everybody knew about futanari. Doctors referred to the condition as macropotent intersexuality syndrome, and its sufferers as newhalfs, but most people just knew them as futanari or futas. Women who, for reasons still unknown to medicine, spontaneously developed male genitals along with a whole host of other bizarre physiological conditions.

No longer female, but certainly not male, futanari had become increasingly commonplace in society since the first recorded transformation until one in a hundred women was inflicted with the condition. Common enough to be widely-known, but rare enough that no woman ever anticipated it happening to her.

Vicki couldn’t even pretend that the pulsing shaft extending just above her clitoris was anything but a futanari penis. Panting, she started to rub the four inch shaft in tiny strokes, horrified but unbearably aroused by the way the rest of the skin slid up over the bell-shaped head, tremors travelling through her body as she jerked her futanari cock for the first time.

Satisfaction flooded her body, a powerful sense that everything was good, correct, that this was what she was meant to be doing. Her body shuddered until her arm and face were flat up against the wall as she joyfully stroked herself, her mouth slack with barely-contained pleasure and a line of drool snaking its way down the painted plaster.

Her hips humped into her hand, pushing her desperate cock harder into her small, smooth hand.  She couldn’t help but moan as the bottom of her hand thudded down into her clitoris.

Pressure built at the base of the sensitive shaft until she yelped and her cock pumped a hard stream of futanari cum up her body, the rope curling and splashing in a thick line up her face and into her hair.

She fell forward onto the floor, shuddering as her new cock kept pumping, her mind flooded with unbearable, addictive pleasure, until the front of her nightshirt and the wall were stained with ropes of spunk, more dripping from the tip.

The transformation wasn’t even close to complete. Full of mutant hormones, her body was working on overdrive to obey the demands being made of it. Her cock didn’t even start to grow soft as more blood pumped in to fuel its hardness and continued growth. Squatting on the balls of her feet against the wall, she reached for the growing shaft again until she heard something that chilled her blood.

“Victoria? Are you down here?”

The corridor light flicked on, casting a beam of light into the kitchen right next to the corner of the doorjamb where Vicki was crouched. She desperately tried to pull her hand away from her penis, but letting it go for even a second made her body start convulsing with need, her cock throbbing so hard it hurt. She looked around desperately, still stroking.

“I’m just g-g-gettinggg a drink, Mom!”

“What’s all that noise? Are you okay?”

Vicki gritted her teeth, trying not to pant and moderate her breathing, even as her sensitive pole sent wracking pulses through her entire lithe body.

“I’m fffine! Just stu-oh-ubbed my toeee!”

Her orgasmic moans were a hairs breadth away from slipping out if her mother kept talking to her. The horrible, wonderful pressure was starting to build deep in her crotch again, her cock throbbing expectantly. She didn’t know how much longer her composure would hold up.

“Well stop making so much noise and go to bed! I’ll see you in the morning.”

The relief as the hall light went dark sank into her taut muscles and drove her over the edge, Vicki desperately stifling her exultant cry as her cock loosed another hot, heavy load up her heaving body. She squeezed and milked her cock, now a full six inches long, marvelling at how squeezing her pelvic floor muscles at the same time as the shaft contracted resulted in a hard stream of cum and an even more intense orgasm.

Still hard, still prickling all over with the feelings of growth, her cock continued to throb. Even worse, the same burning, tingling sensation had flooded into her small breasts and skinny hips as well.

Abandoning her position in the kitchen, Vicki made her way back to her bedroom as quickly as possible on unsteady legs, her progress made more difficult by her inability to take her hand off the burgeoning shaft between her legs.

Her whole mound was aflame with the buzzing, prickling sensation she was dimly beginning to realise heralded futanari growth. Her breasts were tight and sore, tingling all over, and so were her hips. She could dimly tell that if it hadn't been for the arousal, she'd have been in a lot of pain.

By the time she’d reached her bedroom, Vicki’s breasts had bloated up a whole cup size, the tiny, perky mounds starting to reshape under their new weight, the bouncing tangible as she stumbled up the staircase cock in hand.

Schoolyards ran thick with rumours about futanari, and it was impossible to not have heard at least some dubiously-sourced facts about the mutated women. Classmates “in the know” insisted that every futanari girl spent two days straight jacking off after their cock grew in.

Vicki had disbelieved that figure at first, but given now that she literally couldn’t stop touching herself even after two devastating, mind-blowing orgasms, it didn’t seem so far-fetched.

The feeling of the cock was almost impossible to describe for her – it was as if parts of her brain were having to be repurposed just to make her properly perceive what the cock felt like, and it hadn’t quite gotten there yet, instead just carpet-bombing her pleasure centre.

Switching hands to get her nightshirt off, she stretched back on her bed. She knew she should be horrified, but she couldn’t help but marvel at the way her thick pole stood straight up in the air from between her creamy thighs. She was even more impressed when her left hand traced a path up her smooth form to cup a bloated breast – her body’s unbearable sensitivity made even that a brain-breaking sensation.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body with no end in sight as her cock rallied back for another round every single time. The thick meat had grown to a full eight inches long and an inch and a half thick, fully formed with all the normal ridges, veins and skin texture.

The tingling in her pussy had coalesced into a line just below her cock, forming a loose sack of skin which incubated a pair of golf-ball sized testicles. Once that grew in her cumshots became even harder and more unbearably pleasurable, covering herself in thick ropes of cum twice the volume she had been able to before.

She could do nothing but lay back and masturbate as her body grew out of control. Her clitoris swelled behind her new scrotum, the pulsing bud now the size of a marble, and pussy juices pooled under her thighs on the bedsheets. Her hips, once barely wider than her waist, flared out into wide, womanly curves that extended out several inches from her body and curving down into a round, full ass and thick thighs.

Most notably, her tiny breasts were now full, jiggling E cup mounds that curved away from her alabaster chest and wobbled as she pleasured herself.  She had watched in fascination between orgasms as they swelled, noting the unbelievable moment when they grew heavy enough to start to droop, the fat flesh folding over itself and dropping against her chest with an audible slap and falling into a teardrop shape.

Still she jerked herself. Even when her transformation finished, leaving her a fully-fledged curvaceous futanari, the overwhelming lust remained, driving her to keep cumming. She knew something at the back of her mind was telling her she should be exhausted, but the transformation brought with it a rush of energy that left her ready and willing for more.

Losing herself in sensation, she didn’t notice as the nighttime hours ticked on, the gradual lightening of the sky outside, or even the bursts of birdsong as morning broke over the little suburban town.

In fact, the only thing which broke Vicki from her reverie was her mother’s scream as she opened the bedroom door. All she could do, laying in the thick layer of cum that marked her nights work, was look her mother in the eye and moan apologetically as her hips started to buck again, spraying her final orgasm of the morning into the air and over her hypersexualised body.

A Nymph's Revenge

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Sally had had a bad day. Late into work, broken air conditioning, a stack of work waiting for her. After a full day of work, she headed back into her office after everyone else had left, and what does she find? That little slut of a new intern having sex with some man on her desk!

She’d had a close eye on that little midget bitch ever since she started there. With her tiny, lush body, short bright-pink hair and massively outsized breasts she looked more like a pint-sized porn star than an accountant, but she’d somehow managed to make it through the interview. Sally had a few ideas how at this point.

Without her clothes on the girl looked even more ridiculously sexualised than poured into her business suit. Her huge, pale breasts were the size of her head, maybe more, and Sally was afforded an excellent view of them bouncing up and down wildly as she rode the man underneath her. Her hips and ass were even bigger, each of her enormous thighs thicker than her waist with big, round cheeks. She screamed, of course. The man scrambled to move but the pink-haired girl pinned him down.

“Give meaaah a secon-fuck oh my god, I’m almost doooonaah!”

Her lips were painted the same vibrant pink as her hair, and they opened in a slack “o” as she ground against the man one last time and began to shake, her breasts bouncing even more violently as a savage orgasm wracked her body. The man below her whimpered and started to thud up against her wide hips as he came as well, her legs flexing to milk him dry.

Sally screamed again and the man pulled out, his big cock still twitching. He pulled his pants up, hastily buttoning them, and ran out of the office. The intern looked Sally straight in the eye with a glare.

“What did you have to go and do that for? You totally spoiled my cum!”

Sally had lost it at this point, howling almost incoherently, screaming at her to get out of her office. The pink haired girl laughed, her boobs jiggling. 

“Get out of my office, and get out of this company, you WHORE!” Sally slapped her, clean across the face. This caused her to slide off the table with a menacing glare, made admittedly slightly less menacing by her huge eyes and four-foot-four stature.

Her hands were on her hips, making it obvious how massive they were compared to the rest of her body. Her short patch of pubic hair was the same shocking pink as the rest of her hair.

“Okay, I was just playing around with you, but you’re a real bitch, you know that? I think it’d do you good to loosen up and learn to enjoy yourself a little more!” She glared again, waving her hand and mumbling something under her breath. Sally felt like a cold shiver passed through her body, before the girl picked up her shirt, buttoning it tight across her bulging boobs.

“Fine. I’m going. See you later.” Those last words seemed malicious, somehow. And so Sally found herself finally at home, somewhat distressed and worn-out. She was still shivery after her encounter with the girl, for reasons she couldn’t explain, and kept finding herself breaking out in cold sweats.

Her body started to ache, and even taking painkillers didn’t help it. She decided to move into the bathroom and run a bath, to try and ease some of the ache away. As well as sore she felt... heavy, compressed. Her limbs were tight. The bath helped though, the hot water easing away some of the ache. It was so relaxing she started to nod off in the rising steam.

*  *  *

As Sally dozed, an odd shudder seemed to pass through her body. From her scalp a ripple seemed to pass through her shoulder-length hair down to the ends, seeming almost to writhe. The roots began to darken slightly, a wave of darkened colour sweeping down her dirty blond hair from the roots out. Before too long her whole head of hair was dark.

Then, with another ripple it suddenly turned a fierce bright blue, so electric blue it almost seemed to glow, as it began to grow down, more ripples passing through it. It grew down until it touched the water, spreading out as it floated.

Sally gave a small moan in her sleep. The ripples appeared to pass through her stout body, making her twitch a little. The ripples centred on her stomach, the heavy bulge of her gut rippling and shuddering and then beginning to shrink away. Each ripple and bubble of her skin saw more of her belly melt away, shrinking down to be replaced by a tiny, firm, but still femininely soft midriff.

She moaned in pain a little in her doze, biting her lip and sweating. The ripples travelled down from her stomach to her hips, packing them out wider than the rest of her body, giving her a striking hourglass as they swelled away from her wasp waist. Above her pussy her clit throbbed and pulsed, bloating out until it stuck out as fat as a marble. Her hips raised up as her ass inflated and her thighs sculpted themselves into tremendous, curvaceous trunks.

Now groaning in her sleep, her body started to jerk, limbs twitching, giving out faint popping noises. She appeared to sink further into the water in the tub – her body was shrinking, her legs losing length, her torso compressing together and making her new hourglass shape even more obvious. Within half a minute she had dropped from her rather average five and a half feet to no more than four foot three.

Sally awoke with a gasp, panting. Sweat was dripping down her forehead into the water. She shifted and screamed, her body in more pain than before her bath, tight and aching. She crawled out of the bath, wincing, grabbing her towel and starting to dry herself off. As well as aching, she felt... heavy. Her arms felt weak and her legs felt, well, huge.

 Through the fog of pain she realised something was wrong. Her body looked different, and definitely felt different. She turned to the sink and realised it was about level with her neck, and all she could see in the steamy mirror was her head and a halo of bright blue hair.

Her hair glimmered in waves down to her swollen butt, which stuck out behind her hips like a shelf. Her hips were so wide either side of her tiny waist that she couldn't hold her arms straight against her body. She stumbled back, and gasped as a wave of pain suddenly shot through her breasts, her nipples immediately stiffening up. Her muscles jerked, making her thrust her chest out, watching in horror as her boobs bounced and bloated up.

Even as a larger woman she’d only ever had a smallish B cup, but now her breasts were advancing through the cup sizes before her eyes, the soft flesh expanding and bulging with each passing moment, her nipples growing thicker as the areolas spread.

They quivered and jiggled, the pain of her stretching skin immense, finally stopping their inexorable growth halfway down her torso and a good 11 inches around. She fell back into the corner of the bathroom, almost sobbing, convincing herself she was still dreaming; that she was going to wake up soon.

She gathered up her tremendous breasts in her hands. They were soft, pliant and heavy, the bulging flesh filling her hands as she tried to massage away the ache.

Her nipples popped out from between her fingers, at least an inch wide, throbbing and achingly hard. She rubbed them between her fingers, trying to pinch them back down and ease the painful tightness. As she did, she felt a wave of nausea pass through her and pitched forward.

Her throat suddenly constricted, prickling, making her choke and gag. She stumbled up to the mirror, boobs bouncing, and took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes went wide with shock as her tongue slid out of her mouth down to the bottom of her chin, and she gave a choking cry as it kept expanding, growing longer and a little thicker until it lay on the counter in a pile at least two feet out of her mouth while she sobbed.

A wave of pain passed through her again and the giant organ twitched and started to slide back into her mouth, slithering back like a snake until it looked to be its normal length again, but still thick and strong. A stinging sensation went through her lips, and she looked with horror as they plumped up tremendously and shifted to a vibrant blue.

Sally’s head was spinning as she slumped in her armchair. She’d tried pinching herself, slapping herself, splashing cold water into her face, but nothing seemed to wake her up from this nightmare.

Though some of the pain was going away, moving around her own apartment over a foot closer to the ground was a frightening experience, all of the furniture and appliances she was used to looming over her tiny body. Her heavy, ponderous breasts were constantly getting in the way, making her shiver when her gigantic nipples pressed into or brushed up against something. Her clit was so fat her legs rubbed and teased it with every step, forcing her to move slowly and carefully and somewhat bow-legged. A gnawing hunger stabbed at her gut, and nothing she ate seemed to take it away.

Worst of all, the pain that had wracked her nightmare body with every stretch and movement had sublimated now, wearing off slightly until it was no longer pain, but pleasure. For someone normally as composed and frankly frigid as Sally, the sensations coming from her sensitive skin, huge breasts and drooling clit were markedly unpleasant. She hated this nightmare, why did it feel so good?!

As she put her hands on her breasts she whimpered a little, and bit her lip; this was quickly followed by a gasp as her hips bucked up hard. She let her breasts go and began to sob into her hands. A loud ring suddenly echoed through her apartment, followed by a knock at the door. Sally quickly gathered up her clothes which were easily half a dozen sizes too big for her except around the bust and waist, and answered the door. At her doorway was a wide grin underneath wide eyes and a shock of short pink hair.

Sally tried to slap her, of course. Whatever else was happening she knew that bitch was somehow responsible. She grabbed her by the wrist with surprising strength and pushed her back in, her tits bobbing in response. The tiny girl was taller than her in this twisted dream. “Stop that, sit down."

Sally fell back onto the floor, and the pink-haired girl looked her over. “Mmm. I do good work, don’t I?”

“Good work? What? Why can’t I wake up...”

The girl laughed. “Because you’re not dreaming. This is real, bitch. You needed an attitude adjustment, so I transformed you. Turned you into one of us – a nymph.” She hefted her breasts when she said this, and Sally realised hers had grown to about the same size. “I’m not human, although I was, once. Now I’m a voracious little cocksucking shortstack sex monster, and so are you.”

Sally’s mouth went slack as the girl went on. “I’ve been sucking off several men a day for, ooh... The last hundred-and-fifty years or so, since I was transformed.” She looked Sally over again. “Nice long hair. You’ll be a real slut. The longer a nymph’s hair the bigger her appetite.” She pointed to her short pink hair. “I’m a real ice queen by nymph standards, barely 3 loads a day. All the ass-length hair girls I’ve known have been at least 6, generally more.”

Sally curled up, hugging her knees up to her massive chest. “Oh stop that. After a hundred years of dicks you’ll wonder how you ever lived as a human. Speaking of which...” she leaned in.

One of her pink-painted nails dragged lightly across Sally’s plump, blue lips. She gasped as again the pleasure of the pressure on her lips made her hips buck. The girl kept rubbing her lips softly, grinning as she saw Sally’s new body reacting to the touch.

She leaned down further, pressing her own bright pink, glossy lips to Sally’s, her hand dropping down to one of her huge, heaving breasts and starting to rub and squeeze it. She started to pull back but as their lips locked her eyes closed and her body heaved.

It was like her brain disconnected and primal instincts she didn’t know she had took over, her tiny body pushing against the girl and returning the kiss. Her nipples and clit throbbed hard with each wet, desperate caress. When the pink girl’s tongue found its way into her mouth, Sally’s pleasure doubled as it stroked and caressed her own tongue, equally as hypersensitive as her lips.

Moaning, her tongue began to slip out of her mouth with an almost unconscious reaction, sliding into the nymph’s mouth. Her throat felt odd as it pushed her tongue out, tingling as the tip of her tongue tickled the very back of the nymph’s throat. Her eyes went wide and then she smiled around the kiss, starting to suck on the thick organ, making Sally gasp.

With a sharp buck of her hips she began to cum violently, her body thrashing and jerking until she fell back, twitching. The nymph smiled again. “It’s fun when someone sucks on a nymph’s tongue, isn’t it? All those wonderful feelings.”

She stuck hers out, and Sally gasped through her orgasmic haze as it slid out further, trailing down her chin and down to her breasts, where it curled under one, lifting it up as the tip slithered around to press against her swollen nipple.

She pressed forward into Sally again, letting it uncurl and drag its way up her breasts, across her chest and neck, where it started to rub against her lips. When she moaned it pushed into her mouth, not simply rubbing around her tongue and cheeks but diving straight for the back of her throat, pushing in hard as the nymph tongue-fucked her face.

Where she expected to choke, however, she only found her body reacting, her pussy juicing hard as it invaded her throat. Almost unconsciously she began to suck it, and the pink nymph moaned hard. She caressed it with her sensitive lips, her pussy squealing in response, running her tongue up along the bottom, every bump and fold buzzing her brain with pleasure. Sucking on the thick tongue felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before and she couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to.

Her stomach growled as the hunger pangs stabbed at her again, and the girl suddenly withdrew her tongue with a slurp. Sally whined, desperate to keep sucking. “You must be hungry. Don’t worry. I brought you dinner.”

Sally turned over, pushing herself up onto her knees. Her mind was swimming. Her body had been forcibly transformed into this disgusting sexual caricature, ridiculously short with an enormous ass, titanic thighs, gigantic freakish breasts and that horrible tongue. She’d gone through pain and abuse and had just finished being molested by another woman. She took a deep breath, and realised – she was loving every minute of it. The pink-haired nymph wandered back in, leading... a naked man?

“This is John. Or Jack, or... Something. I didn’t catch his name.” He was standing stock still, his eyes glazed over. “He’s got a glamour on him, so he doesn’t know where he is or what’s happening. He does, though” she reached down and tugged on his cock, which started to swell “have a really big dick. Dinner is served, and it’s juicy sausage!”

Sally was trying to look at the man, but her eyes kept moving down to his throbbing cock. Her stomach growled and she started to salivate just looking at that huge cock, twitching and hard. She lunged forward, losing no time in taking all nine inches right to the back of her throat. Again, her gag reflex appeared to have disappeared, the whole length bobbing hot and hard in her mouth.

She pushed right to the base, his pubic hair tickling her tightly-stretched lips. The feeling of the thick dick filling her tiny mouth was indescribable, like she was born for this, everything as it should be. Her tongue worked away at it, the dextrous tip feeling for spots that made it lurch harder and elicit moans from him, pressing in and flicking, rubbing around the ridge just below the head.

She pulled back a little, rubbing the eye against her palate and making her pussy twitch, and flicking the eye with the tip of her tongue. She started to fuck him with her throat, pushing her face back and forward along his length as it twitched harder and he began to gasp, panting.

With a strangled cry from the man it lurched hard, starting to fire off a hard load into her mouth. The flavour was indescribable. She’d heard some of her friends describe it less-than-charitably but to her, probably because of her transformed biology, it was an amazing, unearthly flavour, tantalising to every inch of her taste buds, sticky, liquid heaven flowing down her throat. She swallowed as he continued to shoot and she began to orgasm in sympathy, the mind blowing pleasure of the taste of his cum pushing her straight over the edge. Her thrashing jerks milked more cum out of his pole which just compounded her pleasure until she fell back, panting, the taste of cum still on her lips.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the girl knelt down next to her, wiping some off her lips and sucking it off her finger sensually. “The best taste in the world, and the best feeling in the world and you never ever get tired of it. Which is good, because you live off it now. In your case probably about six or seven loads a day, maybe more. You’re going to be a busy girl!”

She grinned, fondling the blank man’s cock again. Whatever she’d done to make him so complacent clearly had other effects, because his shrinking cock started to pulse again, throbbing as she rubbed and stroked it until it stood at its full hardness again. She cradled his balls in one hand, stroking a finger of the other hand at the cleft right below his ridge to make his knees buck.

“A low appetite is a luxury for a nymph like me. Leaves me free to play for the cocks other than the two I NEED to suck. And sex with a fat clit like this is absolutely amazing. For girls like you though” she grinned, pointing the cock at Sally as she began to pump it lazily, “the hunger never quite goes away. You won’t be able to see a man without wanting to suck his cock. Look at you. You want him again, don’t you? Right now?”

Sally realised she was drooling openly as the girl pumped the huge cock in front of her. She was visibly shaking with hunger and need. The nymph laughed. “It’s okay! Get used to that feeling. Don’t worry, this man’s going to go at least one or two more. Call it a birthday present from me.” She giggled. “Try not to break him.”

He suddenly groaned loudly, his hips bucking as he began to cum again. Sally had inched close enough that he came all over her face, thick cum dripping down as he shot over and over. Her tongue curled out of her mouth, slurping it up, and she pushed forward, taking him into her mouth again. As her tongue slid down to curl around his balls the pink nymph walked out of Sally’s apartment, grinning. “Have fun!”

Two months later...

               

The doors of the club shut behind the small girl with the short crop of shocking pink hair. She would have had a hard time getting into some of these clubs normally, with their waiting lists and VIP entrances, but she found her complete willingness to suck the cock of a cute bouncer was all the ticket she needed, along with a private showing of her heaving breasts and her massive, weighty, bouncing ass.

Fortunately for her it supplied her nightly dose of life-giving cum, leaving her free to play the club however she wanted. She grinned, a hand slipping down to her crotch for a quick rub. Just because she didn’t NEED as much cum as other nymphs didn’t mean she didn’t want it.

She stopped in her predatory stalking, however, when from across a small corner of a club she saw a flash of bright blue, bobbing behind a table. She walked over with a grin, her huge tits shaking in her tiny shirt, miniskirt not even vaguely covering the round expanse of ass and thigh. “Sally? Is that you, slut?”

From under the table came a non-committal grunt from in the middle of a chorus of slurps, sucks and moans as the man whose crotch the tiny blue-haired girl’s face was buried in groaned, thumping the table. The girl slid in next to him, looking down. Sally’s tongue was curled around the full 10-inch length of the man’s cock, pumping it in an odd wavy rhythm that Sally had soon worked out gave her as much cum as quickly as possible, as her mouth sucked on the head.

Soon, the man gave a choking gasp as she moaned, slurping on his dick as it shot up hard into her mouth. She started to shudder, cumming hard, not trying to hide it like the man, shrieking her orgasm out to the club. She’d barely even cleaned off his dick before she sat back up and pushed back against the man behind her, moaning as he started to go hard while she smothered his entire lap with her butt.

“Come on, fucker, get hard for me, baby girl needs another load right now!” She kept grinding, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to slither into his pants and start teasing the sensitive spots.

“How many’s that today?”

The tongue went back in for a moment. “Eight, including this one.” She kept grinding and rubbing her butt and thighs against him, pumping his dick lazily. “It’s gotten worse. Ten loads a day and I’m still so hungry!”

The nymph looked at the girl’s long blue hair. It was hard to tell from where she was sitting but it would easily fall past her ankles. It must drag on the floor when she walks!

“So you don’t like it? You’d go back?”

Sally swung around with astonishing agility as the man started to shudder and moan, sucking right on the tip as her skilled hand milked him for all he was worth. She started to cum again as she gulped down his spunk, howling in ecstasy. The pink-haired nymph grinned.

"Thought not."