Sunday, 25 December 2016

Futanari World: Victoria's Girlfriend

Vicki staggered into the school bathroom; the cool white tiles a familiar sight by now. She wiped away the beads of sweat from her forehead and quickly made her way into a stall, cursing her lack of self-control.

She knew she’d spent too long talking to Neil after math class, but she’d just felt so isolated in the months since her transformation into a futanari.

After her parents had gotten over the shock and taken her to the doctor, she faced the same series of life decisions any of the transformed women faced. Who do you tell? Who wants to know? Do you wear your condition openly or try to hide it?

Vicki had wanted to keep it a secret, to hide her condition as well as she could, but quickly found that the realities of life as a futanari made that incredibly difficult. How does one explain disappearing from school for a week, then coming back with a gigantic E cup rack and a figure that barely fits into any of your old clothes?  Having to disappear to the bathroom 3 or 4 times throughout the school day? None of her classmates knew everything about futanari but schoolyard rumour knows enough to be dangerous.

Girls avoided her, fearing that her condition was contagious, or that she was mere seconds away from pinning down and raping whoever she pleased. Guys were different but just as bad, openly leering at the size of her breasts or spreading rumours about what lay under her skirt. The school buzzed with stories about Vicki; that she caught it because she let another futanari fuck her. That her tits grew because one of them cummed all over her, that if she saw a cock and couldn’t suck it she’d go mad, or that she’d already gotten a dozen women pregnant.

What made talking to other people even harder was her modified sexuality – she’d never considered herself bisexual before her transformation, but the changes were far more than physical. Now, her cock throbbed and dribbled precum and her pussy juiced as she fought the temptation to stare at girls and guys alike, hungry eyes drinking in the size of their breasts or fantasising about what their pants hid, the curve and shape of their bodies.

Everything made her cock throb now. Her libido was relentless – even beyond her need to cum, she spent nearly every waking moment grappling with her desires, filthy thoughts and fantasies lurking at the back of her mind waiting for the merest crack in her composure to flood her mind, and once she was in, it was so hard getting out.

All it took was her mind wandering – a lull in class after finishing her work, a boring part of a movie or to lose concentration on a book, and her body would heat up. Sometimes she’d look at the people around her, sometimes she’d just retreat into scenes in her own head. She’d see herself sucking, fucking and being fucked by a parade of people, and as she got hornier and hornier it became so difficult to think about anything else. Once her cock reached full mast it would be impossible, especially because tearing her mind away from those fantasies at that stage meant her mutant hormones had already built up so much that her only choices were satisfying her lust or the slow onset of the horrifying prickling sensation that heralded her growth.

Neil was different; he didn’t gawk at her or shy away from her because of horrible stories and he was so kind and interesting that she didn’t even realise how hot he made her until they stopped talking. That, of course, was her downfall – she’d been so engrossed in talking to the young man that she’d missed the tightness in her balls and the aching thud of her shaft as it strained against her underwear, and now she was paying the price.

Her cock buzzed all over with the prickling sensation that chilled her blood, joined by an equally as unpleasant sensation through her testicles and in her swollen chest. It had been happening for several minutes now as she desperately hunted for a bathroom, minutes she knew she didn’t have before she started to grow again.

She’d only experienced the growth again once since her transformation, stuck on a train that ran late when she was already butted up against her schedule as it was. She'd squirmed, sweated and moaned lightly as she felt it prickle and pulse and swell against her jeans. She could feel the free space in her jeans shrinking, the weight in her crotch growing. By the time she'd left the train and dashed to a restroom, she’d packed on an extra inch of thick cock.

Vicki had no intention of experiencing it again. She sat back in the stall and started to stroke, her hands gripping and tugging in practised motions. Jerking off over a thousand times left you very familiar with your cock and how it reacted.

Her muscles relaxed and her plush ass settled back into the seat as she closed her eyes and let herself sink into the sensation. It was almost all worth it for this; all the inconvenience, the demands of her transformed body, the isolation, the fear. When she masturbated she came close to feeling like maybe she was glad it happened.

Her deft fingers tugged and rubbed at the skin of her fat cock. She didn’t bother trying to hide her moans any more, her newhalf-disorder-enhanced features locked in a trancelike expression of utter bliss as the pleasure began to build in the underside of her cock.

Several things happened at once. Vicki’s eyes snapped open as she heard the creak of the stall door she forgot to lock in her haste to get herself off. The telltale pressure began to build right behind the bottom of the head of her cock, the slit twitching.

She locked eyes with the redhead who just entered her stall, standing dumbfounded at the desperately masturbating dickgirl in front of her, and screamed as her cock started to spew a hot torrent of cum all over the girl, the thick shaft pulsing and her whole body jerking with each shot.

When she’d first transformed she’d managed about half a cup of cum with every orgasm, but had graduated to even more since her new growth, and every ounce of it was now dripping down this girl’s body.

Vicki had no words. She sat there, motionless, panting, her heart racing in her chest from afterglow and her discovery. The girl scraped a glob of cum from her face, looked at it for a moment, and in a motion that made Vicki throb just to look at slurped it down.

“Mmm. So those rumours about you WERE true.”

She stepped forward, Vicki still paralysed with fear, and locked the stall door behind her, dropping to her knees. Vicki had the opportunity to see her a little better now. She had a pretty, freckled face with a small, cute nose beneath shoulder length curly red hair. Her uniform blouse held a nicely-sized pair of breasts on a slim figure, with pale arms and a dusting of freckles on her chest.

She hugged Vicki’s cock close to her face, pressing the hot flesh into the smooth curve of her cheek, took a deep breath and gave an appreciative moan. Vicki started to whine and buck as the girl’s tongue began to explore the ridges and folds of her cock, cleaning up the leftover trails of cum that leaked from her eye.

Her small, delicately nailed hand gripped underneath the head, around the ridge, and her thumb pressed into the frenulum and began to rub in light, lazy circles as she traced around the eye with her tongue.

Vicki’s eyes rolled back in her head as her body went limp. None but her own hands had ever touched her cock before, and the pleasure of even the girls gentle touch was almost more than she could cope with.

Her tongue stopped teasing the eye but the tugging and rubbing of her hand became more insistent, until she was broken out of her reverie by the tell-tale digital shutter snap of a mobile phone.

Her blood froze again as she looked at the tiny, pink phone, the redhead grinning with unsuppressed glee.

“Now then, let’s establish some ground rules, futa slut. Unless you want the whole rest of the school to know what you’re packing in your cute little panties, then you have to do exactly what I say.”

Vicki stared at her with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. “You’re my girlfriend, now. Or boyfriend. Futafriend. Whatever, this cock is mine now.”

She gripped it hard at the bottom of the base. “You’re not allowed to get off now,” she said, “not until I tell you.” Vicki opened her mouth to protest but the redhead shushed her. “I know what that means, futa. I want you to grow for me. I’ve fantasised for years about having a cock like yours to boss around.”

She flipped her small pink purse around from behind her back, and rummaged in it with one hand, the other still gripping the base of Vicki’s cock with deceptive strength. She let go, moving her hand down to raise Vicki’s hefty sack and look at her sopping, achingly tight clit.

She produced a small white egg-shaped bead from her purse and pressed it down against it, making Vicki yelp from the cold, and taped it down, letting her balls drop back down and press it harder into her clit.

Vicki stared at the girl for a moment until she grinned, twisting a toggle wheel on a small remote. A horrifying buzz started up in the little bead, not powerful, but terribly insistent, buzzing straight into her clit and setting up a little in her scrotum, making her start to gasp and pant.

“There we go! You just came, so I thought you’d need a little help getting really nice and big by the time school finishes.”

Vicki’s eyes bugged. “No! That’s too long, I’ll be huge!”

 “That’s the idea, futapants.” The redhead giggled, giving Vicki’s balls a tender pat. “Your new girlfriend’s a total size queen. Anyway, you keep that egg nice and safe in there and keep your hands off your junk until hometime, and I promise your cute little girlfriend will drain your big sexy balls so dry they’ll shrivel.”

She sat back, affecting a mock expression of disappointment. “Of course, you could refuse, and your poor girlfriend won’t have any choice but to send your picture to every single number on her contact list and post it all over the Internet.” She said.

Vicki was still panting and sweating, her pole having barely gone to half-mast before the stimulation got to it and started the flow of blood back in. She was already having trouble thinking, but the answer was clear. She slumped.

“O-okay.” she mumbled, in a defeated tone. The girl clapped in glee, and stood up. “This is gonna be so much fun! I’ve got my own futa to play with! Now, I have to go get changed. Be a good little slut, okay, and meet me back here at hometime?”

She exited the stall with a pleasant skip, leaving Vicki sitting bemusedly in the stall, her cock twitching and her pussy dripping as the bead worked away incessantly at her self control.



Vicki sat in the back of her final class, gritting her teeth as sweat poured from her face. Only five more minutes to go, she told herself. Just five more minutes.

The last four hours had redefined the word “torture” for the poor futa girl. She’d managed to contain her composure for the first hour, and the bead’s battery had gone mercifully flat soon after. Her cock was rock-hard, but tucked up into her blouse with her usual elastic band around her waist to keep it in place she seemed to be managing to keep it together and hide it. She learned nothing in her class, focused entirely on trying to keep her mind off sexual thoughts, but she made it through.

By the time her scheduled orgasm rolled around, however, her body was clearly feeling the effects of her arousal. She was flushed, aching, sweating all over. Her panties were completely soaked through with juice, and she was stuffing tissue into them behind her full, aching balls to make sure she didn’t start leaving puddles where she sat.

The true torture began when the prickling started. The insistent, debilitating prickling sensation, like a hundred electric fingertips working away at her cock, her balls and her breasts. Before too long she was gasping as she could feel herself expanding, her cock slowly advancing up against her stomach, her balls filling out.

The growth continued for the next two hours, all pretense of keeping her thoughts off sex abandoned for simply keeping her hands off her rapidly bloating futahood. She openly gazed at other classmates, doing her best not to drool, as her mind was assaulted by sensations it didn’t understand. She hadn’t even been able to check how big she’d gotten but she could feel the fat, twitching head brushing the top of her stomach.

As well as the pleasure, she was dizzy with hunger, her stomach growling as her body desperately tried to find the nutrients it needed to continue her growth.

She was up and out of her seat as soon as the bell rang, making her way out of the classroom as quickly as she could without arousing suspicion, but drew up cold as she heard a voice call out behind her.

“Vicki?! Are you okay?”

She started taking deep breaths, looking around as Neil walked up beside her, and looked around at him with a glassy smile.

“I’m fine, Neil. Why?”

She felt as if she was going to pop a vein forcing herself to stay still and calm as her cock raged in her blouse, pulsing so hard it was stretching the band she used to secure it. She was nipping out, but her body was so desperate for nutrients her boobs had shrunk and weren’t pressing up against the fabric.

“You look sick, that’s all. Sort of stressed out.”

She took a deep breath, feeling erotic tremors pass through her body. She wanted to tell Neil what was wrong. Even more than that she wanted to pin him down and fuck him right there and then. She contented herself with saying “I’m fine, but I really don’t have time to talk right now and I’ll see you later.”

She spent the last few minutes heading to the bathroom in a mad dash. She felt the band holding her penis down snap, the whole length thudding forward to tent out the bottom of her blouse.

Her “girlfriend” was waiting for her in the bathroom, filing her nails. She lightened up as soon as she saw the sweating, panting futanari run through the door.

“Good girl! Right on time!”

Vicki’s breaths were coming in wet gasps, and juice was leaking down the back of her scrotum and her thighs. The girl huffed on one nail in an exaggerated gesture, then hopped down from the sink, looking Vicki’s body up and down with a wry grin.

“You’re a mess.” She said. “And I’m sure your titties are smaller. I guess all that cock and cum has to come from somewhere, doesn’t it?”

She started to pace back and forth, clearly enjoying watching Vicki stand there twitching and trembling. “From now on I want you eating more. I know how futas work, and I know that when you gain weight it all goes to your tits and ass. You’re going to plump up that figure for me until I say stop. I’ll be measuring, so you’d better do it. Speaking of which…”

She pulled a roll of measuring tape out of her pocket, unravelling it and snapping it with glee. “Strip, futapants.”

Vicki knew she was being manipulated but she’d never been happier to obey a command, unbuttoning her blouse and casting it aside. As soon as her bottom buttons were apart her cock sprung down from her stomach, standing out long and hard, pointing down slightly simply from its own thick weight.

She was shocked to notice the way the shaft had grown fatter than the head, now, the bloated stem curving inwards to form the ridge behind her glans.

Her skirt soon followed, and then her bra. Her panties weren’t even holding her balls any more, the orange-sized orbs drooping down on either side of the sodden, twisted length of fabric meant to hold them.

The girl stared dumbstruck at her oversized package, until Vicki whined, her cock throbbing and swelling slightly. “Please, can I cum now? I’m still growing!”

Her new girlfriend giggled, and cupped her swollen balls in one hand, feeling their heat. “Aww, since you asked so nicely.” She said.

She stood up and took a step forward, hooking one leg over the length of Vicki’s cock and pulled her in for a tight hug. She was slightly shorter than Vicki, and stood on raised feet to allow her thighs to press around the base of Vicki’s cock. Vicki hadn’t noticed earlier, but the girl had wide, sensual hips and a firm, round ass.

Her head darted down to allow her tongue to flick at one of Vicki’s erect nipples, sending a shiver through her whole body. Futanari were hypersensitive to stimulation at the best of times, but the last few hours of torture had left even a light breeze an erotic caress.

The girl started to rock her hips back and forth, the curves of the bottom of her cheeks and the heat of her pussy rubbing along the top of Vicki’s flexing cock. She cooed appreciatively as she felt the thick rod doing its best to try and lift her up.

Vicki was too paralysed by pleasure to even moan, her eyes rolling in her head as heat spread through her body. She could feel the pressure, she knew she was a matter of seconds from cumming, but something felt odd.

She made strangled noises, losing muscle control as the pleasure mounted beyond endurance. She hadn’t felt sensations like this since her first futa orgasms as she transformed, the crippling, destructive pleasure lighting up areas of her brain that weren’t even built to feel pleasure in its desperation to find some way of fully expressing just how good it felt.

Her lover moaned, her pussy juicing and lubricating her bucking, leaving a glistening trail along the top of Vicki’s cock. “Oh god, it’s sooo good! Your cock is fucking amaaaazing!” She screamed.

Vicki’s pleasure built to a crescendo, and her back arched as she began to howl. Her massive balls tightened hard, in a way she’d never felt before, and the tingling pressure started to move all the way up right behind the head of her cock. Her muscles gave a mighty, painful flex, and cum burst from the eye so hard the tip of her dick actually squelched with the pressure of its payload.

The pearly arc sailed across the bathroom and splattered on the opposite wall in a viscous starburst. Vicki moaned as she felt that sensation again, like her body was pulling down and compressing, her balls tightening until she suddenly pumped out another thick, voluminous burst.

The lag time between her shots was excruciating, each buildup feeling like the buildup to a new orgasm even as her brain marinated in sensation, leaving her paralysed, trembling and helpless to do anything but grapple with the pleasure of her cum.

The redheaded girl turned to watch Vicki’s cock shoot, still grinding her pussy against the lurching length, the sight and the stimulation enough to bring her to her own cum. She fell forward against Vicki, shaking as pussy juice dripped down the sides of Vicki’s shaft.

Another shot, then another, the pressure slightly lower now but still enough to spray cum across the room in thick trails. Red in the face and exhausted, Vicki’s cock was writing cheques her body simply couldn’t cash to keep cumming like this, but she had no choice.

Her orgasm easily went on for fifteen or twenty seconds of paralytic pleasure before finally subsiding. Completely drained, she folded up and fell back down onto the tiles, just able to brace herself before her wobbling arms gave out and she laid flat back out.

The two laid for a moment in a breathless embrace, rapidly cooling cum squishing between their bodies. A thick stream of it led all the way to and up the far wall, and gobs still dripped from the end of Vicki’s cock. The redhead raised her head, grinned, and slid down to suckle on the tip, slurping up the rest of the spunk.

“That was amazing. You futa girls are really something else.”

As tired as she was, Vicki still gave a low moan as the girl wrapped a hand around her wrist-thick pole and gently tugged. Futanari had no refractory period.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Everything about you is so sexy, like you’re just built to fuck. I guess you kind of are?”

She grinned as Vicki started to wiggle and moan, her cock barely allowed to shrink at all before blood started to flow back in, bloating it to its full fourteen inches again.

“So you’re my girlfriend now. You don’t even know my name, though! It’s Alexis. You can call me Lexi.”

If Vicki could have found the strength to laugh at the absurdity, she would have, but it was all she could do to keep her eyes open. Her stomach growled with hunger, her cock still twitched with building need.

“Okay Victoria. I’ll make you a deal. I’m horny as hell. I know you’re worn out, but if you fuck me, I promise I’ll take you out for a proper date and pay for dinner.”

She kept tugging gently at the base of Vicki’s cock. The stimulation was bringing Vicki’s energy back, and she looked with wide eyes down at her newly bloated cock and Lexi’s small body.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Lexi, giggling. “I’ve got a twelve-inch dildo at home I’ve had a LOT of practise with. You’ll be a tight fit, but isn’t that half the fun?”

She shucked off her cum-sodden blouse, and reached behind her to unhook her bra, revealing a pair of pert, freckle-dusted breasts and a trim waist that flared out dramatically at the hips. Vicki stared as her cock gave an involuntary flex.

“Ooh,” she cooed, “like what you see? I kind of wish I were bigger up top, but I think my ass is pretty hot. What do you think?”

Vicki couldn’t manage to do anything but stare and groan as her cock flexed back to full hardness, Lexi dragging herself back along Vicki’s body until her cock sprung up in front of the redhead, who hugged it close to her stomach.

“I love your cock, Victoria. I’ve been fantasising about what it feels like since the rumours started going around. It’s just so hard and hot.”

Her pussy was boiling against Vicki’s cock. She’d never felt as hot or as wet in her entire life, in years of looking up dickgirl porn and frenzied masturbation with an increasingly large series of dildos. The glorious thick dick she was pulling against herself, twitching and throbbing against her skin, felt like the culmination of a life goal.

She pulled her legs forward, standing up and carefully lining up the tip with the dripping entrance of her pussy, shaking slightly with anticipation. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dropped down.

 The world went white for both girls. Lexi’s mouth dropped open, utterly unprepared for how thoroughly Vicki’s cock split her apart. She knew it’d be a tight fit, but even with her pussy boiling and drenched in juice she wanted to scream as she was stretched almost beyond endurance.

Vicki’s body seized up as Lexi moaned and worked her way down the tumescent pole, inch by agonisingly slow inch as she alternately crouched down, panting, and let her body adjust to the oversized intruder.

“Oh God, it…” she grabbed the bench to steady herself. “It’s so big, I, I don’t think I can-“ she huffed a little bit, sliding down a little further, “no, I will get you in, this is what I’ve wanted for so long!”

Vicki stared at the ceiling with an unmoving catatonic gaze. Every new sexual experience was accompanied by the helpless, sinking feeling of her brain rewiring itself to feel another new form of sensation, carpet-bombing the rest of her brain with pure white-hot pleasure as inch after agonising inch worked its way into Lexi’s slick folds.

Lexi stopped, looking down at Vicki with a tortured expression, flicking a sweat-slicked curl away from her forehead.

“That’s– huh, as far as I’m going too-ooh get,” she said, shimmying a little side-to side and shuddering as her overstretched innards were forced to reshape a little. Six inches of Vicki’s cock disappeared into her body, which she could practically feel by laying a hand on her stomach. A grin passed her lips, belying her exhaustion. “God, Vicki, you’re twitching inside me!”

She pulled herself up on shaky limbs, a little faster but still slowly and gently. Vicki’s dick throbbed and twitched with every small movement the two girls made, fighting against the constricting squeeze that sent shivers through her entire body.

Lexi stared up at the ceiling vacantly as she started to ride the top of the huge cock, carefully not letting herself drop any further down. Her hips rocked back and forth as she pulled up until only the tip remained in and letting gravity pull her back down.

She barely even got into a solid rhythm before she started to shake, the abused muscles of her pussy desperately trying to flutter around the thickest part of Vicki’s pole. Twitches and shudders wracked her body, her face contorting with sensation.

“Oh god I’m ccc- uuumm… I’m cumming!”

Squealing, she fell forward onto Vicki, screaming as the leverage forced Vicki’s thick cock a little further up into her body. Her arms shook as she tried to pull herself up but another pulse of orgasm wracked her body and she collapsed, her tits mashing against Vicki’s.

Feeling Lexi grab hold of her sent Vicki over the edge again. The grinding of their nipples together and the feeling of Lexi’s boiling pussy desperately squeezing her cock made her balls heavy tighten again as her cock seemed to desperately try to thrust its way even further inside her.

Lexi groaned as she felt the first heavy burst of futanari cum fill her up inside, the heat and pressure from the tight seal of Vicki’s giant cock almost unbearable. Her eyes locked on Vicki’s and she suddenly forced her tongue down the futanari’s mouth, dragging the girl into a deep kiss as her cock unloaded deep inside Lexi’s belly.

The two kissed and came together until both of their orgasms died down, leaving the pair panting and sweating on the tile floor. Lexi pulled herself off Vicki with a pop, grimacing as she felt gobs of cum shoot harder than expected out of her pussy, finally relieved of the pressure. She gave the nearly comatose dickgirl a quick kiss, and giggled.

“That was amazing. You are amazing.” She pulled herself up and winced at the pain as she tried to draw her legs closed.

“Ow. Oww. You’re fucking huge, though, I didn’t expect it’d feel that tight.” She grinned as she watched Vicki’s dick shrink back to its flaccid state. “I’m gonna need more practise with it.”

She reached down with her right hand, pained, sweaty, but smiling. “I’m a girl of my word. How does that date sound?”

Vicki barely had the strength to stand but allowed Lexi to pull her up, and staggered over to the sink. Her mind was still trying to fully process the feeling of her first fuck. Somewhere along the way her pleasure centre must have shorted out, and her only memories were just of a formless white-hot immolation of sensation. She certainly felt fucked-out, that was for sure; she probably wouldn’t need another cum for hours. She looked back at the girl who’d just taken her male virginity, stepping back into her school dress, grimacing at various stains, clearly sparing closing her thighs together with a somewhat bow-legged stance.

She was certainly cute, and didn’t fear Vicki at all. Truth be told, the feeling of being bigger was a little bit titillating, sort of naughty and empowering. Maybe this relationship wasn’t such a bad idea.

Vicki smiled. “As long as dinner’s involved.”

6 comments:

  1. Now that was hot. Really looking forward to more of these two, and some more growth from Vicki all over. :D

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    2. I feel like Lexi and Vicki are probably fairly happy together. That being said, nothing says we can't look in on a little slice of their life together. I suspect Vicki will get as big as Lexi can continue to take.

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  2. I would love to see that. It would be interesting to see how Vicki accepts being larger. It's going to be difficult to conceal after all.

    I also wonder if Vicki will have legitimate feelings towards Lexi (and vice versa) as their relationship continues.

    Although I understand that due to Victoria's condition it would be difficult to discern 'butterflies' from 'uncontrollable urges'.

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    1. Interesting questions. I think Vicki is passive and submissive enough that she'll enjoy being bigger, as long as she knows that it's for a purpose, for someone, and that someone enjoys it. She's the sort of girl who would readily change hair, makeup and clothing for a partner, and letting herself grow is part of that. After getting used to it, she won't bother concealing it (beyond ordinary decency). Lexi is going to help her be comfortable with being a futanari.


      Also yes, it's difficult for someone with the condition to separate love and lust.

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  3. Any idea when a part 3 could be showing up? I love this series!

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