A Parturient Surprise

"Aimee, you are not setting me up on a fucking blind date."

Lew's slim co-worker and lifelong friend leaned over the side of his cubicle, her eyes big behind her long black hair. The office was empty, everyone else having headed off to lunch while Lew stayed back to finish up a report. Aimee took the opportunity to harangue him about his love life.

"Come on, Lew! You haven't even had a single date since you broke up with Madalyn. You need to get back out there, man!"

He grunted. "Maybe I don't feel like a date?"

She rolled her eyes. "Dude, you can't spend the rest of your life jacking off to pregnant chicks on the Internet."

He choked, his cheeks going red. "A-aimee, what the fuck?"

She giggled, leaning forward and poking him in the nose. "Just teasing, man, I don't care about your fetish. Although this girl I know is seriously 100% your tastes, hand over heart. It'll be love at first sight for you, I guarantee."

"She's that hot?"

"Smoking hot. Long, big blond hair, cute face with just the deepest blue eyes, body of your dreams. She's smart and funny and she likes to cook."

Lew considered this for a moment. "So what's the catch?"

Aimee's expression turned impish. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Well, like, if she's so amazing... why is she single?"

"Well, there- um. There's a reason. There's something about her a lot of guys aren't into. You'll be fine, though, trust me."

"That sounds fucking ominous. So you're setting me up with this amazingly attractive woman who has some horrific deal-breaker that you can't tell me about, I'm just supposed to trust that you know me well enough to know it won't be a deal-breaker for me?"

Aimee took a sip of her coffee. "Yup. That sounds about right. Come on, bro, I know you better than you do. Just trust me on this and go on the fucking date, all right? I'll tell you what, if the date on Saturday doesn't go well, pizza and beer on me on Sunday?"

"Okay, fine. Set me up with this mystery otherworldly horror."



Lew sat uncomfortably at a table for two at Luigi's, his local Italian joint. It was a perfect first date venue – just fancy enough to count as a halfway decent place to bring a woman, but cheap enough that it didn't feel like a waste if it didn't go beyond a first date.

It was the place he'd first taken Madalyn, his ex. His thoughts drifted back to her. In hindsight Madalyn had not exactly been the most attractive woman in the world, certainly not the goddess that he'd seen every time he looked at her. She was deliciously thick, though, and carried her plumpness with an unbearably sexy confidence. It never occurred to her that her fat breasts and big squishy tummy were anything but erotic for Lew, and it drove him wild. She was what Lew's Internet history called a BBW.

That had been the downfall, though. On learning about Lew's online predilections, she'd gotten into posting pictures of herself, revelling in the attention she got from chubby-chasers from around the globe. It had been one of those she'd clicked with, met up with and subsequently carried on a three-month affair before leaving Lew for him. Apparently her confidence had been a bit of a façade, and she'd assumed Lew was the best she was ever going to get.

Lew himself was, in his opinion, not that much of a catch. Aimee had disagreed, noting his positive qualities after his breakup, trying to push him back into dating. He was slim, moderately tall, with unruly dark hair. Tonight he wore a white button shirt with a blue jacket over it, and he'd let himself go a little stubbly.

Rosemary, Aimee's friend and his blind date, was ten minutes fashionably late. Lew was toying with a piece of garlic bread and his Coke, playing the "when am I going to decide to leave" game. He settled on giving her another ten minutes before he spotted a woman walking through the front door, asking directions from the wide-eyed maître d'.

Aimee's description hadn't been wrong. She had a round face with soft, flawless cheeks, thick lips and sapphire-blue eyes. She did indeed have masses upon masses of golden-blond hair that fanned out from her head like a waterfall down to below her butt. It was also readily apparent why this beautiful creature wasn't having the best luck with her love-life, as Lew choked slightly on a piece of bread.

Jesus Christ, Aimee.

His blind date was pregnant. Massively pregnant. Her ruffled black dress was tailored in the front to allow for the presence of a distended belly that stuck out ahead of her more than a foot. Her fingers could not have met across the fullest extent of its width. She must easily have been full-term with triplets, a fact Lew noted with a hint of shame that he could make that comparison off memory alone. It took him a little time to note that her belly was joined by wide hips, a substantial butt and a pair of breasts each nearly the size of her head that sat to either side of the top of her gravid stomach. She caught eyes with him with a dazzling, perfect-toothed smile and waddled over to his table.

"Hi, you must be Lewis!" Her voice was chirpy and clear as a bell. He coughed, getting to his feet rapidly to move around and pull out her chair. His voice cracked a little as he replied. "Uh-uhm, y-yeah. I'm Lewis, but my friends call me Lew. Are you Rosemary?"

She replied with a dimple-cheeked smile. Her dimples were lethal. "Well, aren't you a gentleman getting my chair like that? Yes, I'm Rosemary, but call me Rose."

She sat down with a less adorable grunt, awkwardly-half turned from the table to make room for her stomach. "Sorry I'm late, but the bus didn't go as far as I expected and I had to walk a little further than I thought, and, well – I don't make great time."

"Are you okay?"

She smiled again. "Aren't you sweet? I'm perfectly fine, just physically awkward."

She sat in silence for a moment, watching his face intently. She seemed to be waiting for something. He coughed to break the moment.

"So, um. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"And you as well. I have to admit, I was pretty scared of coming on a blind date. I haven't dated in a while."

"Me neither, not since I broke up with my ex. Aimee pushed me into doing this. It wasn't my idea, really."

"Oh." Her eyes went down. "It's okay. I understand. Let's just order and make it quick, then."

"What? Oh, n-no, I didn't mean it like that! It was just conversational, I'm sorry. I'm actually- well, I just mean I didn't know what to expect from the night!"

She looked seriously at him, tucking a thick tuft of blond hair away from her face. Lew realised with a shock that he could see the outlines of her enormous nipples through the dress. "You don't have to pretend for my sake, it's fine. I'm- I'm used to it."

"Used to it? To what?"

"To guys avoiding me."

Lew's eyes went wide. "No, no, really, I'm not- I don't want to avoid you!"

She raised her eyebrows. "Really? There's nothing about me you find... odd? Unappealing?"

Lew went red. "Nothing that I can't deal with."

She watched him levelly again, but her reply was cut off by the waiter. The poor man's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as she ordered two appetizers and a large soda. She sighed as he walked off.

"Go ahead, say it. Eating for four?"

"Furthest thing from my mind. My ex was a big eater too, I'm totally used to it."

Rose smiled again. Lew hadn't realised how much he missed the smile when she'd thought the date was turning. "I must say you're taking this remarkably well. I've only caught you staring like half a dozen times."

Lew went red again. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's fine. I'm totally used to it, and most people don't even bother to hide it."

Lew groped around for a topic that wasn't to do with her enormous belly. "So, uh, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a freelance writer and I've got a bit of independent wealth. I used to work for a firm in the city doing technical writing, but I had to give that up."

"Will you be going back after?"

"After what?"

Lew gestured vaguely. "After you... You know? When you're finished?"

She sighed. "I wish. No. I'll be doing freelance for way longer. It's really all I've got."

"Childcare is really expensive these days, yeah. I can see that would be an issue."

She gave him a brief look. "Uh, yeah. Childcare. That's the issue."

Her food arrived, and she spent the next few minutes eating heartily, taking great forkfuls of both her grilled eggplant and herb bread. She manoeuvred around her swollen frontage with practised grace, like she'd been doing this all her life. She caught his eye as she swallowed a hunk of bread.

"What's up?"

"I'm just" he blushed again, "just looking. You're very pretty. Is that okay? I can stop if you want."

This time it was her turn to blush. "No, it's fine. I like it. It's just hard to tell sometimes if it's interest or, uh. Fascination, I guess?"

When she'd cleared away the plates, she turned to him again, her chin on her fist, one breast pressing meatily into her forearm. "So, you're really okay with this? Like realtalk, be brutally honest. It doesn't bother you that I'm the size of a house?"

He shook his head. "No. Besides, even if it did, you must be pretty close by now, right? You can't have more than a week or two left."

She sighed. "Nope. I'm not even close. I'll... never be close."

His brow wrinkled. "How can that be? I mean, not to be rude, but you look ready to pop."

"I'm not pregnant."

"Come again?"

She sighed again. "I'm not going to be a mother. I'm not carrying any babies. I guess it's not entirely correct to say I'm not pregnant, but it's not an ordinary pregnancy."

"I'm... very confused."

She chuckled humourlessly. "I'm not surprised. Let me put it this way. You think I'm pushing nine months, right? And I've probably been this size for a couple of weeks?"

He nodded expectantly. "Right. Well. Not only have I been "pregnant" for a year and a half, I've been this big for a year and a half."

She went on, noting Lew's stunned expression. "Okay, so, in my callow youth, I enjoyed male attention. A fair bit of it. I used to be really hot, actually. Anyway I had a checkup and my doctor suggested I volunteer for this clinical trial for a new kind of birth control. Supposedly some genetic-engineering hormonal thing, one shot and you're completely bulletproof. Well, the shot certainly did its job, but only because it apparently made my body just start producing a bunch of these pregnancy hormones all by itself. The next day, I felt all bloated and weird, and over the course of the next month, well." She motioned down at her belly.

"I've been exactly like this ever since. Permanently, massively pregnant. I've had dozens of ultrasounds, but all they tell me is there's nothing in there but water. Doctors can't work out how to fix it, but the hormone levels aren't dropping off at all. Every indication they have is my body will do this forever."

Lew carefully considered what Rose had just told him, thankful that the table was blocking any possible sight of the erection straining against his jeans. "So you got a... an experimental birth control shot that's made you permanently pregnant?"

"That's the size of it, yeah."

"I hope you understand this all sounds very contrived."

"Why would I lie to you? What possible reason could I have to pretend I'm stuck like this?"

"I don't know. Maybe Aimee's had a word to you?"

"A word about what? What could she have told me that would make me make up something this stupid to pretend I'm permanently pregnant?"

Lew had already pulled his phone out, sending a text to Aimee. Did you tell her?

A few seconds later, the reply arrived. not a word d00d, i want her to find out for herself about ur huge boner for preggo chicks

He shifted uncomfortably again. So this story is legit?

far as i can tell. shes been that size for lik a year. enjoy ;-)

He looked back up into her moist eyes. Her thick lower lip was quivering.

"I guess you're right. There's no reason for you to lie. Sorry, it's just-"

"That your blind date telling you a medical mishap caused her to be massively pregnant for the rest of her life is a lot to take in?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"If it helps, it's also what I meant about being independently wealthy. The settlement they made is enough to muddle by on." She shifted, tugging on the straps of her dress with a grunt.

"Are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Um. This is really embarrassing, sorry."

"You've been pretty candid so far."

She smiled again. "I also lactate. A lot. My tits are currently three sizes too big, and sore because I'm full to the brim with milk, because I was too nervous to pump earlier. Candid enough for you?"

Lew went red as his boner surged. Rose giggled. "I've noticed guys are always a lot keener about my gigantic boobs than they are my belly. Are you a boob man, Lew?"

What was the point in hiding anything? Lew nodded. "I've always liked girls who were, you know. On the bigger side."

"Of boobs?"

"Of, well. Everything?"

"Everything?"

"Boobs, butts, belli- uh."

Her eyes went wide. Lew swallowed, realising it was already in the air, and plunged on. "The truth is it's not just that I'm into big girls. I'm, uh... Look, this is something literally only one other person in the world knows."

"I'm on the edge of my seat, cutie."

"I have an, um, a- a specific appreciation for uh, women who are, um... with child?"

Rose took a moment to let it process. "You like pregnant girls?"

He nodded. "Really like. Like, um. I find them really attractive."

"It almost sounds like you're saying you have a fetish, or someth- oh. Oh."

He nodded, still red. Rose stood stock-still for a moment, then leaned back in the chair. "Ooh, it's so inconvenient carrying this big, swollen belly. So heavy and round."

She giggled as Lew jumped, his cheeks beet-red. "Wow, you weren't kidding!" She leaned forward as much as she was able, her breasts bobbing together behind her dress atop the swell of her stomach. The dress wasn't low-cut but it revealed the gelatinous bulk of her mounds perfectly. "You... see something you like?"

He nodded mutely. She studied his face and reactions intently. Not unhappily, but like she was evaluating him. "You're serious. You really do have a fetish for this, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Why are you sorry?"

"Well, I don't want to make you feel like you're just, you know, a fetish..."

"What else am I?"

He looked into her eyes. "You're beautiful. You have perfect skin, amazing hair, you have a gorgeous smile. Your laugh is one of the prettiest things I've ever heard."

"And I'm also really, ridiculously pregnant?"

"Well, it, um, doesn't hurt, but-"

"It's okay! You're really super-sweet. And you're cute, which doesn't hurt." She winked, then settled back into her seat, grunting as she moved her belly back into position atop her thighs. "Question. Um. Does this, pregnancy fetish thing, still count when the girl is as big as I am?"

"Um. Moreso, if anything."

"Wow. I was wondering why Aimee was so sure we'd get along."

"Yeah, hehe. She told me I was going to love you the moment I saw you."

She bit her lip, slipping her hands up to her chest and raising her breasts for a moment, before letting her hands trace down the swell of her stomach. "And do you?"

He took a deep breath. "You are unquestionably the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life."

She smiled at him. "Wow. I forgot what this felt like."

"What?"

"Feeling sexy. I haven't felt sexy since the day I transformed. Guys have stared at me, tried to grope my tits, but... I haven't felt like someone actually wants me for a year and a half. Just fat and bloated and ugly."

The conversation broke off a little as their mains arrived. Rose packed it away, along with multiple glasses of soda and water. Lew didn't question it, but she volunteered that when you lactate three gallons a day, you work hard to replace it. Lew's erection didn't subside the entire meal.

Wiping away tomato sauce, Rose paused for a moment and looked Lew in the eyes. "Lew, I'm going to be honest. This feels too good to be true. I am- I want this to be real. I really like you, and I don't want to start something based on a lie. If you're not being honest with me, I won't be mad. I'll forgive you. We can walk away right now. But if we get dessert together, I'm going to give in to this dream."

He reached across the table, taking her hand. "What do you want for dessert?"



After dinner, Lew helped Rose up from her seat. He couldn't believe the weight she was carrying around 24/7. She cheekily moved one of his hands to the top of the swell of her belly and smiled coquettishly at him.

"Does it feel good?"

"It's really sexy, yeah. It's a really nice belly."

"Well thank you, I made it myself." She brushed one of her breasts, and gasped. "Oh boy. The girls are really full. I- oh no."

Lew was about to ask what was wrong when he saw dark patches spreading across her dress. Against the black fabric he could only see it up this close. "I'm sorry, Lew, I don't normally let it get like this-"

"It's fine."

"Oh, yeah. I guess milk kind of comes with the territory, huh?" She giggled. "You're so weird. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it. But you're still weird." She hugged in close to him, pressing the swell of her stomach and breasts against his body. "So, um. I've been having this fantasy since I changed."

He curled an arm around her side as he led her out of the restaurant. "Tell me about it?"

"I dunno. It's weird. Um. When you say you're into lactation, what do you mean?"

He ran his hand down the side of her body, feeling the shape of her body. "I don't know what you mean? It's sexy?"

"I mean, like. Just to watch? Or would you object to being more, um. Involved?"

It was Lew's turn to grin. "Breastfeeding, you mean?"

She nodded. "There's something really appealing about the idea of having someone drinking from them. Is that weird?"

"You're asking me?" He squeezed her a little tighter. "I would be honoured to drain every drop of milk from your fabulous breasts."

She gasped a little, squeezing her thighs together. "Oof. Mm. Sorry. Uh, hormones."

"Really? They do that to you?"

She nodded. "It's not all amazing tits and perfect skin and tons of hair. Apparently whatever those eggheads have done to me, it's basically ramped up my sex drive to eleven. It's really inconvenient."

He put the passenger seat of his car back as far as possible, Rose lifting her belly to allow the belt to go underneath it. Lew made extreme effort to keep his eyes on the road.

"So, like. I'm not saying I don't believe you about this being a permanent thing, but they really have no idea why your body's doing this? I mean there must be a logical explanation."

She shrugged. "Not one the doctors have found. My body suddenly started making all these crazy hormones and I just blew up. In a month I went from a size four to this walking pile of tits and stomach. I put on a hundred pounds."

"I know it must have been really frightening for you, but would you mind me saying that's really hot?"

She suddenly snorted laughing, cradling herself to keep everything together. "It was, but I also don't mind that at all. You're a huge pervert, you know that Lewis?"

She brushed her hand across the leg of his jeans, letting it rest between his thighs. "I got bigger every day. I could feel it happening, you know? My tits put on two cup sizes a week, and that's before I let them get too full. I was outgrowing bras as quickly as I could buy them."

She watched his crotch while she spoke, observing the fitful jerks of his cock under the denim. "And my belly, well, it just went crazy. I could practically sit and watch it swell. Every day I put on like an inch of stomach."

He grunted, throbbing, and she purred. "You really are into this, aren't you? I still can't quite believe it." She gently rubbed his cock through his jeans. "I missed being able to feel like this. It's even better. I've never had a guy as into me as you are."

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Jesus, you're hot."

"Well thank you. You're quite a piece yourself. So when do we get back to your place?"



They burst through the door of Lew's apartment, kissing each other savagely. They realised early on that Rose couldn't hold Lew front-on, and instead he was holding her somewhat from the side, one hand pulling her from behind and the other resting on one of her breasts. They stumbled into his bedroom and fell onto the bed before Rose finally broke the kiss and sat up.

"Lew, I've been thinking about this, and, well. There's no way we're going to be able to do this without me taking off the dress, huh?"

He blinked. "Uh. No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Because you're the first person who'll ever have seen me naked like this, and that's terrifying? Also my tits are covered in milk."

He brushed a lock of her hair aside and kissed her, feeling her melt into him. "There's nothing to worry about."

She nodded with an uncertain air, and then stood up, releasing a breath. She reached down for the hem of her dress and gently peeled it up, slowly revealing the pale expanse of her gravid body. The first thing to peek out was the bottom of her belly, followed closely by her swollen, protruding navel. The rest of the belly came next, before the dress reached the lowest point of her nipples, pointing to either side as they straddled the top of her stomach. They were the size of the copper top of a D cell battery, and topped huge, chocolate-brown areolas. The rest of her breasts were heavy and full, and traced with veins, and true to her word they glistened with leftover milk. She cast off the rest of her dress and her mountains of blond hair fell back down in a golden waterfall. She stood in front of him, totally nude save for a pair of overstretched white cotton panties, twisting one foot into the floor with her hands behind her back.

"H-how do you feel, Lew? What do you think?"

His eyes were wide, his breathing deep. His eyes scanned her body up and down before he swallowed.

"You're a goddess."

She beamed, despite her nerves. "So, uh, you promised me before – something about draining my breasts dry?"

Lew stood up, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping down his jeans. His penis tented out his boxer shorts. He went to pull them down but Rose's hand stopped him.

"C-can I? I haven't done this in so long – I kind of miss it."

He nodded, and Rose knelt down in front of him, her belly brushing his legs as she hooked her fingers into the waist of his shorts and tugged down, licking her lips as she revealed the rigid stem of his cock, glistening with lubrication.

"Hiii. I've missed you." She gave his cock a quick kiss, gently licked up a glob of precum, and then pulled his boxers the rest of the way down to allow him to step out of them. She slipped her panties down as she stood up, revealing a glistening pussy framed by an unruly thatch of hair. She giggled nervously.

"The same thing that makes my hair grow like crazy, um, well. And when you couple that with the fact that I just can't see down there..."

Lew chuckled. "I know, it's fine. It comes with the territory." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back down onto the bed, kissing down the nape of her neck, across her shoulders, then taking one of her heavy breasts into his hands and suckling her bloated nipple into his mouth. There was a brief sour taste, which rapidly went away to be replaced by the thick flow of her milk down into his throat. She tasted like a sweetened milk substitute – almond or rice milk, but without the gritty texture. Despite the volume she lactated it was at least as thick as cow's milk, and the good kind – the creamy sort you bought at the expensive stores. He squeezed her breast roughly, suckling down hard at the flow of milk, and was rewarded with a deep, throaty moan that, judging by Rose's wide-eyed expression, was completely unexpected.

"O-oh! Oh ffuuck! I- ah, uh, oh please, keep- oooh fuuuck..."

Milk trickled down Lew's chin as he kept drinking, switching breasts after a few minutes. Rose's arms flailed on the bed, clutching at the sheets, her hair, anything to try and get a hold of the sensations wracking her body. Her first orgasm came as shockingly as the moan, her body writhing underneath Lew's ministrations, her hips bucking hard enough to lift even her weighty belly into the air. After that, Lew reached a free hand down, around the swell of her stomach, and pushed the pad of his thumb into her clit as he sucked deeply. The action immediately wrung another orgasm from her.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh my-fuuuck, God, oh jesus suck me, suck on meee oh God-"

Lew's stomach was groaning and Rose had squealed her way through another two brain-melting orgasms before her tits finally let up their flow, and he pulled back, licking his lips. Rose sat back on the bed, panting like she'd run a marathon, her eyes unfocused.

"Oh my God. I've- huh... I've never cum like that before..."

Lew sat up, shuffling over between her legs, one hand holding his pulsing cock. "Rose, that was really sexy, but, uh, would you mind if I-"

She spread her legs as wide as she could, her steaming pussy opening up to him. "Put it inside me, Lew. Fuck me hard!"

She was so wet that it was all he could do not to sink down into her to the hilt on the first thrust. She squealed, bucking away from him, but coming back down to allow him to start pumping. One hand went to the top of her glorious pale belly, the other to the underside of it that faced him from his position between her legs. Stroking his fingers along the smooth skin brought rattling moans from the woman, as if the bottom of her belly was an erogenous zone. Her own hands went to her breasts, milk spraying out and leaking across her fingers as she rolled her hips into Lew's thrusts. He didn't last very long, but considering he'd been hard practically all night he was reasonably proud of holding out. His cock practically exploded inside her, drawing more coos and moans from his lover, and before falling over he caressed and licked the bottom of her belly until she came to one final climax, joining him in a breathless embrace on the bed.

They sat silent for a few minutes, wrapped in each other's arms. The warm mass of her gravid form pressed deeply into Lew's body, her belly rising and heaving with her breathing. One of his hands found its way to her bottom, sinking into the thick flesh that covered her wide hips. It was Rose who broke the silence.

"Lew, I... I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much. Oh my God. You almost made this body worth it."

He held her tightly. "Only almost?"

"God, I don't know. If being able to feel like that means I need to stay like this, I could be tempted. I mean, it's not like I have a choice, but I can choose whether I just accept it, right?"

"Rose, you are- you're so impossibly beautiful to me. You're my dream woman. I want you to be able to feel that."

She kissed him, a gentle, loving kiss. "When I'm with you, I do. I feel beautiful. I feel sexy. I look down at this huge stomach and my big flabby breasts and my giant ass and it's like looking through a filter. I feel good about it, rather than self-conscious. I want to show off for you. I want to wear sexy lingerie and do my hair. I want to watch you get hard as you stare at my tummy. I definitely want you to keep nursing from me, oh man. I don't know how long it'll last, but if I stay here, I can keep feeling desirable. I really want that."

"I want to see you again. I want to keep seeing you. It's... it's up to you how you want to approach that." He kissed her back, draping a hand down the curve of her belly. "Do you want to come back here tomorrow night?"

She smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "More than anything else in the world."



Aimee knocked on Lew's apartment door with her free hand. The other was cradling a case of beer. She heard a grunt from inside, the creak of Lew's couch, then some heavy footfalls before the door swung open. She was greeted with a dimpled smile that shone from behind a mass of blond hair.

"Aimee, hi! Come on in, Lew's just at the store picking up some food."

Aimee put the case of beer down next to the door, pulling her friend in for a hug. She noticed that six months of the fertility goddess's womanly touch had done nothing but improved Lew's apartment. Rose padded away from the door, dressed in an overlarge t-shirt and white socks, and nothing else. Aimee was used to the girl's casual semi-nudity by now. The shirt clung to the curves of the front of her body, with a couple of dark damp patches where the tips of her bloated breasts hung. It was hard to tell around the rest of the curves of Rose's body, but Aimee was sure she'd gained a little weight. Domestic life was suiting her.

"How're things with you and Lew?"

Sparkles practically filled Rose's eyes. "Have I thanked you enough for setting us up yet? He's the best."

"I can always be thanked again." Aimee scanned along the lines of dollar-store frames that littered the flat surfaces of the apartment. They were filled with happy-snaps of Lew and Rose, out in the town, at an amusement park, generally loving life.

"I've never asked you, though. How did you know about his- um, you know?"

"His fetish for pregnant chicks? He left a bunch of porn up on his laptop when we were in college, haha."

"Oh. Well, that's good! You know, since I met Lew, I... I've stopped regretting that this happened to me. I'm actually glad I'm like this, since it makes him so happy, and he makes me so happy..."

"Hey, everyone deserves to love themselves, Rose. I hope it's not just for him, though."

"Oh, no! I just meant that he makes me feel good. Knowing that there's someone who still wants me, you know. It helps. I feel cute, and I never thought I'd feel cute ever again."

Aimee headed over to the fridge to put some of the beers in, pushing aside a dozen plastic bottles of milk waiting for donation.

"Okay, cool. Just, Lew's great, but never let yourself be defined by a man, hey?"

"Aimee, I look like a walking incubator. Everyone who looks at me only thinks about one thing. My existence is already defined by men. Now I just get to choose one, on my terms. It's enough. It's good."

"That seems fair." Aimee closed the door. "They're still not any closer to working out what went wrong with your trial, are they?"

Rose sat back down on the couch and shook her head. "A little, but nothing useful. I think they think they've worked out how to stop it from happening again, but I wouldn't put money on it. They're definitely not any closer to a fix. Honestly, though, I've stopped caring. It used to crush me every month when they gave me the news, but now..." She sighed happily, draping her hands down across her belly. "I wouldn't go back, even if I could."

The Big - College Days

Jasper Meadows made his way through the park, spring sun beating down on his face. Ahead of him, his enormous bulge led the way, swinging from side to side like a dowsing rod and bouncing with each step he took. The sweat pants that were the staple of his wardrobe stretched tightly over the curves of his genitals and bound them up into a single package.

He passed a water fountain, where a tall brunette woman was doing some stretches. Clad in yoga pants, a workout tank top, her hair pulled into a ponytail, she wouldn't have particularly caught Jasper's eye except her oversized tank top was doing its best to restrain breasts each the size of basketballs, that bobbled and bounced with each stretch. She looked up and caught Jasper's eye. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. She returned a sultry look, biting her lip, then lowered her eyes to his bulge.

He wanted nothing more than to stroll over, tear off his pants and stuff her completely full of his dick. He knew she wanted the same thing – after all, she was Big, just like him. Every instinct in her transformed body was telling her right now that she wanted to be hosed down in cum, have her giant tits fucked hard, be plowed right there in the middle of the park in broad daylight. Jasper had already gotten enough warnings about public indecency, though, and as much as it galled him, he couldn't push his luck.

"Public indecency." The word stuck in his throat. Indecent, like he was some ordinary person discharging a bodily urge they were ashamed of, not someone Big, doing what they were built to do. He contented himself with drinking in the sight of her body, her fit, toned curves, the wobbling cleavage stuffed into the overtaxed tank. Even if she was a bit flat-chested for his tastes, she was a welcome sight and was going in the spank bank for later.

He attempted to content himself, at least – unfortunately his Big-driven urges didn't really allow him to just admire and walk on. He could feel the tingles in his crotch, the slow, steady rush of blood as her bust swung back and forth in his head. He might have grudgingly accepted normal society's irrational sexual hangups, but his cock wasn't so accommodating. He only had a few minutes to go until he reached his college, but he was definitely going to have to find release before his class. It was galling, really – he wasn't allowed to sate his urges, but he also wasn't allowed to walk around aroused. What was a Big person supposed to do?

Heading into the campus, he spotted a familiar rear silhouette making its way through the campus and grunted at another surge of blood into his crotch. The short girl had narrow shoulders, slim arms and waist and a small, pert butt. That meant that very little blocked out the view of the backs and sides of her huge, bouncing breasts, and two other large, fabric-covered mounds around her upper thighs.

"Cindy!"

She turned, the momentum of her hyper-sized extremities throwing them to the side, setting them swaying back and forth. Nothing held her breasts in place besides an overstretched tank-top that just barely reached the lower curve of her breasts at her waist, her nipples threatening to pop out at any moment.

Below them, bound up in a pair of heroically-tight yoga pants, was the clear, visible outline of a pair of two-foot testicles and a big flaccid dick.

It wasn't only people born with penises who could develop a hyper-sized cock when the Big hit them. Cindy was one of the cases where one grew spontaneously, leaving a newly-minted intersex Big person. While she couldn't match Jasper for size, her balls were even bigger and absurdly productive. Jasper could see the damp patch of her leaking precum through her pants.

"Hey Jasper!" She strolled over to him, smiling, and bumped bulges against him. "The balls touched, so you're gay!"

He chuckled. Cindy was good value. Her father was from Hong Kong, and it showed in her pleasant features. He found the combination of her slim figure and outrageous endowments titillating. It was only a shame penis wasn't his first preference in a partner, although he was hard-wired to find any Big person at least a little compelling. It was nice to have someone to talk to whose experience and urges were similar to his, commiserating over the inconveniences that came with living with a huge, permanently-needy cock and the floods of sticky mess it created.

She tossed a lock of straight black hair to the side, and tugged her shirt down. "I don't know about you but I'm horny as fuck. Wanna go run a train on Radaker?"

--

Earlier that morning, Cindy Chan pulled her face off a damp puddle of drool on her pillow, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Smack her lips, scratch an itch on the side of one of the pillowy breasts pooling on the bed beside her, then give it a gentle pat.

She grunted, feeling her cock flex under the blankets. It strained hard against her muscles, pulsing. She could feel fluid leaking from the tip into her blankets with each pulse, feeding a cool puddle that spread around her massive testicles, which ached and throbbed. Not wanting to start heaving her parts around yet, she fumbled blindly for her phone on the side table. The time read 8:30.

Her eyes went wide and she tumbled over in the bed, her breasts and testicles picking up momentum and pulling her off to the floor. She yelped as her balls squished between her thighs and her erection thumped off the side of the bed, and then laid in a groaning pile on the floor for a moment before panic pulled her to her feet.

Fuck, I overslept!

Her class started at 9:30. It was a fifteen-minute walk to campus. Ordinarily that wouldn't be a particular issue. However, looking back up on the bed, Cindy realised it was worse than she thought, and it explained why her dick was pulsing so angrily.

The mess on her bed, while copious, was nowhere near what she would have expected to see in a night when she'd had a couple of good, pressure-relieving orgasms. She'd simply been leaking precum all night – and that meant now she was absolutely bursting to shoot off. There was no way she'd be able to cum enough times to keep herself under control in the time she had left.

Extracting herself from the covers, she wasted no time, planting her butt back against the side of the bed, letting her dick slip between her breasts and starting to tug them up and down her shaft. Ordinarily she'd leave at least an hour in the morning to do this at a leisurely pace, indulging in the contented peace and sublime pleasure of tending to her needs. She pushed her face against the throbbing shaft, lapping at it, slurping up rivulets of precum, her tits sloshing madly as they rubbed against her cock. Her balls ached and pulsed between her legs, and she crossed them to push them against her thighs and pussy, putting gentle pressure on them.

It took no time at all before she could feel the yawning tension that heralded her orgasm and, with a mighty pulse that put a strain through her entire body, her dick lurched between her jiggling tits and started to shoot.

Pearly white spunk burst from the tip of her dick like a geyser. It bucked and arched up, her muscles clamping down to propel gallons upon gallons of the viscous ooze out, up to the ceiling, out in weighty ropes across her bedroom and all over her body. She squealed as the bucking of her body slapped her breasts against the shaft, drawing more cum out of her, her face pressing against the heaving meat as she gasped and drooled. Finally, it flagged, her twenty-five-gallon orgasm having finally completed itself in a comprehensive fashion against every nearby surface of her room.

She shuffled forward, then drew her legs back, letting her balls stay where they were until they pressed up against her breasts and dick from underneath. Before her shaft could even grow soft she started to gently thrust, then not-so-gently, her cock sliding not only between her breasts but also her huge, sensitive nuts. Her tongue lolled from her mouth in mind-gripping sensation as she humped the soft pile of flesh that marked her body for what it was – a pleasure instrument, a delightfully swollen and mutated tool of transcendent sexuality.

Cindy had always been an amorous sort, even before her transformation, with a predilection for animated pornography. It was where she'd first encountered the idea of girls with penises, what her websites called futanari. They quickly became a standard feature of her browsing, the girl drawing out countless orgasms to pictures of beautiful women with gigantic, thick, pulsing cocks.

And then one day, in a few fleeting minutes of unbelievable pain and incomparable pleasure, she became one.

She took no time to embrace the moniker. She was a futanari. A big-dicked busty sex goddess. As she was working out how to integrate back into society with her new breasts, her new genitals and her new sex drive, the term gave her some comfort. Ordinary people were uncomfortable enough around Big people, and the obvious gender nonconformity of her new body only amplified that. Even people who were nominally okay with hanging around Big people could struggle to hide their discomfort with Cindy. It also helped when she was sweating and frustrated in the middle of cleaning up the hundred-plus gallons of spunk she had to deal with after a masturbation session, which was sublimely erotic at the time to feel herself coated in, to roll in, to slurp down her throat with gusto, but less so when she was attempting to push it into a corner of her bedroom.

Wrapping herself in the mental image, the identity of a futanari, helped her cope. Her very existence pushed the boundaries of convention and tradition, and she revelled in pushing it even further. Everything in her wardrobe was figure hugging, skimpy, or both. She indulged in lingerie and underwear that showed off her penis in as femme a way as possible; garters, lace, frills and tight, stripy cock-socks. There was even a woolly rainbow-pattern one a friend knitted for her.

Was being Big inconvenient? Yes. Did people's disgust at seeing a girl with giant breasts and an even more disproportionately giant cock hurt? Of course. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

--

Jasper and Cindy walked together, Jasper's crotch bouncing and swaying, Cindy's body wobbling and jiggling. She shot him a lascivious smile, looking behind him.

"So, have you reconsidered my offer, big boy?"

He shook his head. "No, Cindy. Not really my thing, sorry."

She grunted. "Oh, come on, Jasper. You're Big! It's not just all about your dick, you're meant to get fucked as well as fuck! I promise I'll be gentle as a lamb. Let me put it in your butt!"

She cast her eyes upward. "Can't you imagine? You on all fours, dick bobbing up against your face, my futa cock finding your entrance, sliding inside you until our balls bump against each other..."

Jasper saw her dick twitch. His was already at half-mast, and hers was catching up with gusto. "If you keep it up you're going to shred your pants before we get to Radaker's office."

"Nah man, these pants have kept me legal before. They're super-stretchy, I can fit a whole boner in them! You should consider getting some, honestly, they'd be so much hotter than those ugly sweats you wear all the time."

They chatted and bickered, although both were uncomfortably aware of their mounting arousal. Jasper grunted, trying to feed his cock down the leg of his pants. Cindy breathed heavily, red in the face, her erection starting to seriously test her claims about her pants. It wasn't completely rigid, but hard enough to tent out her crotch, the waistband opening to compensate. Anyone with an eyeline above her waist would have been able to look down and see everything Cindy had on offer, and despite his earlier protestations Cindy was looking delectable at the moment.

"You call this legal?"

Her breath rattled as her dick bounced up and down violently, the leverage immense. "M-mostly, yeah. Nobody's complained yet!" She looked up, following his eyeline, then bit her lip, shaking her dick from side to side, still panting.

"Come on, I see you huh staring. I know you want a piece of futa cock. Just mmm say the word and I'll cram it inside you and uh fill you full of so much cum you slosh."

He gasped, his cock flexing hard, much to Cindy's delight. "W-we'll talk about it later, Cindy. Besides, we're here."

A beige-painted laminate door bore a plastic plaque that read PROF. V. RADAKER. Jasper took a deep breath and knocked.

--

Six months ago, Professor Vivian Radaker had been completely unremarkable, almost forcefully so. Frumpy, mousy, the weird little skinny anthropology adjunct scurrying around in the background coordinating classes in old sweaters and slacks. One day, though, a day like any other, she woke up, rolled out of bed, and grudgingly worked her way through her morning exercises. It felt like harder work than usual, and there were some odd sensations rising from her posterior. Her suspicion that something was wrong was confirmed when her slacks had refused to button up.

Looking in the mirror, it was obvious her hips had ballooned out overnight. As someone used to boyishly narrow hips, the effect made her lower half look like a swimsuit model. Behind her, globular cheeks projected out – out, like a girl with actual curves!

She found a skirt that still fit, just, uncomfortably tight around her swollen flesh, and took a moment to assess her situation. The swelling could obviously just have been water retention, and she would have to head to the doctor's later, if she could. Examining herself in the mirror, though, it became obvious that the expansion of her lower body was more than just swollen flesh – her hips actually looked wider. She didn't had time to look any further, though, and crammed into a too-tight skirt, no fitting underwear, she'd gone to work.

She'd been so freaked out and focused on her butt that the other swelling between her legs went unnoticed.

It made itself known once she'd sat at her desk and started working, though. She rocked from side to side, unused to the feeling of plush cushioning between her and the ratty old office chair, and almost without thinking about it began rocking in a way that put subtle pressure on her pussy, her cheeks going bright red as she felt herself becoming stimulated.

It got bad enough that by lunchtime, she headed to the bathroom instead of the cafeteria. The idea of what she was about to do was humiliating, but the need was too much to bear. She couldn't think of the last time she'd ever been this horny.

She shuffled into the bathroom, flushed and sweating, looking around furtively to check if someone was watching her, and then headed for a stall. She practically had to peel her skirt up over her legs to raise it before sitting down, and then after sitting became aware of exactly how padded her rump was, squishing against the hard seat. The biggest shock came when she spread her legs.

Her pussy was swollen.

Her labia were thick and puffy, glistening with the juices she'd been stewing in all morning. Her clitoris was bright red and swollen, poking out of the folds as big as the tip of her thumb. She sat staring at it for a moment, breathing heavily. Her labia maybe were suffering from the same water retention as her butt was, but water retention wouldn't make her clitoris this big and hard and throbbing.

Before she could even reach down to touch it, pain pulsed out through her rump and in her overworked vulva, her clitoris suddenly straining like it was going to explode. She yelped, her hands flying to her thighs as the pain receded to leave a dull ache. It flashed again, even harder this time, her lower body tightening like her stomach after she'd overeaten.

Trying to regulate her breathing, to pull herself over the pain, she didn't realise what was happening until she shifted and pulled her legs back together, and realised her thighs were meeting far sooner than normal. The pain surged again, and this time, she saw her thighs expand before her eyes.

She nearly choked on the shock. Her legs grew. She rubbed her eyes, then reached out and touched them again, testing the new space they occupied just to be 100% sure what she was seeing. Another pulse of pain and aching tightness, and they plumped up again.

That was when she felt the cold of the toilet seat touch her butt from behind. Another hurried inspection with her hands revealed that the space between her ass and the seat cover that she'd thought was there wasn't any longer.

Another pulse, and this time, not only could she see her thighs inflate and feel her butt expand behind her, but she also felt a flood of juices squirt behind the press of flesh. The sensation that accompanied the squirt was sublime, like the pain she'd been experiencing collided head-on with foreplay, like what she imagined being flogged felt like in her private moments. While she'd been biting down on the pain, the pleasure took her completely by surprised and a deep, sensual moan escaped her throat.

It seemed that her body took that as a hint. Suddenly that sensation layered itself over the whole of her expansion, the pressure in her thighs, the tension in her hips. There was a brief moment where her body paused, the tension hanging for a moment, and then the sensation amplified as her body began to grow even faster.

Her lower body ballooned out, pushing her forward off the toilet seat. Something between a squeal and a moan echoed off the bathroom walls as butt and thigh flesh magically multiplied from nothing, plumping out in heartbeat-rhythm pulsing waves of erotic tumescence. Between her legs she felt her vulva expanding the same way, the plumping lips being squished together by her sticky, juice-sodden thighs, just barely making way for the insistent growth of her bud.

Faint calls for help mixed in with involuntary moans and shrieks, the painful pleasure mounting to the point where Vivian felt like she was on the verge of orgasm. The sides of the stall were beginning to press against her hips, and every motion she made prompted a butt-quake of jiggling flesh. The additional pressure on her legs meant that her bloating pussy was pressing against itself even harder, each surge of growth accompanied by another squirt of juices, trickling down into a puddle on the tiled floor.

She tried to stand up and stagger forward but her rump had grown so large that she was stuck in the stall. She grunted and swung her arms, trying to push forward, but the sensation of growth kept pulsing, cramming more flesh into her ass, pinning her in place. All her motion managed to make her do was drag her thighs back and forth against the oversized mass of her clitoris somewhere in the folds of thigh meat, which ended her struggle in a surge of pleasure that left her hanging from her pinned hips and drooling.

She was finally found when someone entered the bathroom and noticed that the stall walls were bowing apart – with Vivian still pinned between then, desperately trying to work out how to reach her pussy to rub herself.

--

When Vivian heard the knock at her door, she was busy – not busy with the half-finished paperwork on her desk she was supposed to be working on, but busy with one hand stuffed past the wrist into her pussy, the other gripping her bloated clitoris and squeezing and rubbing it.

They'd had to call in the fire brigade to extract her from the stall, and partially remove a wall to even get her out of the bathroom. The Big had left her with a hip measurement of a hundred and fifty inches. Vast ass cheeks the size of beach balls bounced and quivered with her every step, leading down into tree-trunk thighs. In front, her pussy mound had swollen out to the size of a basketball, permanently dripping with lubrication, crowned by a bulbous clitoris as big as a mango. Her tiny waist perched among the vast expanse of her hips and butt like a buoy bobbing in the ocean, her legs somehow curving down to ordinary-sized feet that magically bore the weight of her transformation.

Her desk chair had been replaced with a repurposed iron bench from one of the college's outdoor areas. Her door had been widened, and fortunately most of the theatres where she taught had enough space for her to enter – unlike her apartment, initially. However, coping with her new size had paled in comparison to coping with her new urges.

Formerly, Vivian barely gave a thought to sex. She'd had it before, she masturbated occasionally, but it simply wasn't a consideration in her life. Now, though, a Big sex drive combined with the constant physical pressure and stimulation on her gigantic pussy from her thighs to leave her constantly wanting to cum – or sometimes even just having spontaneous orgasms as she tried to walk around. One of the first classes she'd taken when she came back from her brief sabbatical after her transformation was before she'd learned the extent of her body's demands, and the rubbing of her thighs against herself as she walked into the lecture hall saw her collapse halfway to the lectern in a sudden orgasm. She had to bring herself off half a dozen times or more every time she even wanted to go out in public, or else her bounteous flesh would bring her off in front of everyone around her.

Even worse was that somewhere insistent in the back of her head enjoyed it.

The information the doctor had given her on Hyperexpansion Syndrome briefly touched on the fact that it changed your sexuality, but Vivian couldn't possibly have anticipated precisely how much. For someone used to frumpy sweaters, beige slacks and thick skirts, the new impulses her subconscious was delivering her, the humming good feelings that came from someone staring at her butt or gawping at her pussy, were wholly unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Sometimes she felt the urge to not masturbate, to let her need build until she could walk outside and just be assaulted by uncontrollable orgasms in front of a crowd of people – and that image brought her off harder than anything else.

The worst, though, the most utterly alien and agonising urge that went against all of her education and principles, was the urge to fuck her students. The first time she'd met eyes with another Big person after her transformation, the bouncing mounds of his cock and balls outlined for all the world to see, she'd nearly cum on the spot. Her mind was assaulted with thoughts of taking his dick inside her, filling her up with cum. Him fucking her gigantic butt from behind, spread out in front of him on the bed like a sex toy. The second time wasn't much less significant. The third time was one of her students, and the utter shame she felt at fantasising about him drove half an hour of frenzied masturbation once she got back to her office – and then he knocked on her door.

She couldn't help herself. She wanted it. He wanted it. Both of their libidos were glowing like hot steel, her pussy felt like the Niagara Falls, and they immediately stripped down and went at it. He left her office drained, she stayed in her office sloshing. Despite her horror at the unprofessional thing she'd just done, from the next moment she went back out she was scoping out Big students. She never went to them, she let them come to her. They always did. And no matter how much she hated herself afterwards, no matter how terrified she was of being discovered and fired, she indulged them.

She pulled her hand out of herself with a squelch and dried it off on a towel next to her desk, before gripping the sides of her bench and heaving herself onto her feet. The Big kept her mobile, but only just – lugging her cumbersome body around was a constant effort, if only because of the space issues. It'd be much easier, her subconscious kept reminding her, to just lie around with her legs spread waiting for a procession of willing, hung young men.

She tromped over to the door and cracked it open, peering outside. Cindy waved at her, grinning, cock swinging in front of her.

"Hi Professor! We're here to talk about our extracurricular activities!"

Vivian's thighs involuntarily squeezed together. She felt juice spray, and while some of it was caught by the bedsheet she'd fashioned into an ersatz skirt, some of it audibly hit the floor.

"O-oh, yes, Cindy, J-Jasper, um. L-look, we all have class v-very soon-"

Cindy leaned forward, her breasts swinging forward and making a deep line of gently swaying cleavage. "Oh please Professor, we've just got a pair of very hard questions to ask you about it. Hard, weighty questions."

Vivian whined, her pussy not so much fluttering as flapping. "C-come in."

Cindy strode in, pushing the door open with the tip of her erection. Jasper followed behind, his cock protruding down the leg of his pants, giving him what looked like a limp. He winked at Vivian, and she couldn't help but respond with a breathy moan.

"L-listen, this isn't, you know, mmph, a very good time..."

Cindy chuckled. "Why? Don't act like you weren't buried elbow-deep inside that chunky cunt of yours before we turned up."

"Cindy!" It was supposed to be an admonishment, but it came out as a squeak. "Th-that's inappropriate language!"

"Pfft. You love it, you jumbo-butt slut."

She whined again as Jasper slid in behind her, pushing his junk up against her ass. "Come on, Teach. There's plenty of time for us to empty our balls into your fat ass."

The whine turned into a moan as Cindy pushed forward, grabbing Vivian and kissing her, pressing her breasts into the pulchritudinous professor's body. Jasper took the opportunity to step back, stripping off his shirt, sliding his cum-soaked sweats to the floor in a damp puddle and allowing the full three-foot length of his cock to swing up, pressing into the cleft of her lower buttocks and upper thighs. Cindy stepped back, letting Vivian slowly turn around and drop to her knees, looking up at Jasper's penis with wide eyes and slack mouth.

"You really love cock, don't you Teach?"

She nodded soundlessly, then reached up with both hands to grab the thick stem, caressing it, extending out her tongue to drag along it and lap up the musky ooze glistening along its length. Jasper gave some small noises of encouragement. He always found it amusing that, if you ignored the massive rump protecting up and out beneath her, that Vivian's slim upper body gave the impression of an ordinary, flat-chested woman doing her best to service a gargantuan cock.

Behind her, Cindy had stripped off, sighing happily as her balls dropped to mid-calf. She bumped them lightly with her ankles, feeling the breeze around them.

"Oh fuck, it feels good to let the girls breathe."

Jasper looked across at her while Vivian mewled and lapped and tugged at his cock. "The girls? Wouldn't-mmph they be, uh, your boys?"

She stood with her hands on her hips, her tits swaying and bouncing, her cock bobbing in front of her. "Do I look like a boy?"

They stared at each other for a moment before she cocked her head. "No. No I do not. I am not a boy. I am a girl. Therefore, all my bits are girls."

"I thought you were a futanari."

"Futanari isn't a gender, you idiot, it's a lifestyle. I mean, unless you identify as one as your gender. I know some people who do."

Jasper gasped as one of Vivian's hands slid across his balls, gently gripping the bloated mound while her tongue continued to explore the fat ridge running down the underside of his shaft. Cindy kneeled down and shuffled in behind Vivian, her tiny hands sinking into the plush expanse of the woman's butt while her cock nestled between the cheeks. Vivian whined, her cheeks shaking back and forth in a ponderous wiggle.

"God, Professor, this feels good. Maybe I don't even need to fuck you, maybe I'll just use your ridiculous butt to jerk myself off?"

Vivian whined even harder, Cindy grinning as she gently slid her dick along Vivian's rump. "What do you think? I mean, unless there's something you'd rather me do? What would you rather me do, Professor?"

Vivian gasped, her cheeks bouncing as she pushed and shook back against Cindy, who laughed. "Come on, use your words, you blubbery cunt! What do you want me to do?!"

That really should have been it. That should have been where Vivian ended it, where she stood up, demanded the pair of them leave her office and written them up with the dean. The old Vivian would have stopped them the moment a student walked into her office with an obvious erection, let alone let Cindy verbally abuse her like this.

The new Vivian was kneeling in a deep puddle of her own pussy juice, every square inch of her brain screaming for cock, Cindy's words sliding into her awareness like hot needles and sending shudders of humiliated pleasure straight into her pussy. All her knowledge and professional training might as well have tiny speedbumps compared to the runaway eighteen-wheeler into which the Big had transmuted her desires.

She trembled, words forming in her mouth. Her conscious mind was sending clear messages but it was like something was intercepting and editing them. I want you to leave fuck me. This is inappropriate fucking hot. It offends excites me when you say such awful humiliating things. I am your teacher fucktoy. No matter how hard she tried, the lust was stronger. She could never hope to beat it.

"I-I want you to fuck me..."

Cindy's tiny hand slapped into the quivering mountain of ass-flesh next to her cock. Despite the size differential, Vivian shrieked. "What do you want me to fuck, slut?"

Vivian trembled, white lights of sensation popping in her brain. She knew the answer. Her body was screaming for it. The only thing stopping her from saying it was that anticipating the humiliation had her on the verge of cumming spontaneously.

"M-my ass..."

Another slap, and Vivian howled. "Not good enough. Tell me more."

Vivian could barely think. Even thoughts of Jasper's cock were being driven out of her mind by the overendowed futanari's treatment of her. "M-my... My big, fat ass?"

Slap. "More!"

Tears streamed down Vivian's cheeks as the prickling burn of Cindy's hand somehow penetrated the vast layers of feminine fat on her rear. "My big, fat, monstrous ass! I-I-I want you to fuck my gigantic butt with your huge cock!"

Before Cindy could even react, Vivian seized up, gasping and choking, her whole body beginning to shudder. She bucked and howled, cumming just from humiliating herself in front of her students. Her moans mingled with Cindy's laughter, the situation of having a spontaneous orgasm in front of others only multiplying her pleasure.

While Cindy was laughing and behaving in command of the situation, her own control was at best tenuously balanced. The sight of Vivian's heaving butt and the sounds of her climax were making Cindy's cock lurch, steel-hard, precum belching from the tip in a constant stream. Red-faced and sweating, the only thing keeping her impulse to plunge forward dick-first was the pleasure of teasing the overwrought woman. It was only when Vivian finally started to come down from her peak that Cindy couldn't stand it any longer, placed a hand on either side of Vivian's ass and pushed her cock straight in.

Vivian's orgasm immediately surged again. Her head flew up, screaming, eyes rolling back in her head as her rear swallowed two feet of Cindy's dick in the space of as many seconds. Cindy gurgled, nearly pitching forward as Vivian's ass squeezed against her slick shaft, only holding herself up by sinking her hands deeply into Vivian's gluteal bounty.

Before she could begin thrusting, she felt Jasper's hands curl around behind her, squeezing down into her gigantic breasts, his own dick bumping against the back of her legs.

"I was going to fuck Teach's pussy, but you just looked so cute that I couldn't resist making you the meat in our sandwich."

Cindy shuddered and squealed, panting from the sensations of just having her cock inside Vivian. Vivian was insensible, still cumming, just in a low ebb of sensation.

Cindy felt Jasper pull back, his cock sliding up against the pert cheeks of her butt. While she would be lucky to have been carrying even a fraction of what Vivian had, she was Big, and that meant both her holes were built to take Jasper's cock – even though it was at least half the width of parts of her torso. She felt him slide back until he belched a warm gout of precum right at the top of her ass-crack, push the tip of his cock through the thick fluid, between her cheeks, and ram straight into her butt.

Even though she was expecting it, there was really nothing that could mentally prepare her for the sensation of being penetrated by a three-foot dick as big as the owner's thigh. The tip slid in, already leaving her feeling incomparably full, and began to work its way deeply inside her slim body, a bulge rising up in her lower abdomen until the skin of her stomach looked shrink-wrapped against the lines of Jasper's cock. She shuddered again, falling forward slightly, her breasts resting atop the vast curve of Vivian's ass to make a press of flesh that Jasper quietly filed away as an idea for later. He pushed forward, and Cindy pushed forward, and the whole chain of lovers grunted, squealed and moaned. He thrust again and this time Vivian reared back, her butt consuming the whole of Cindy's dick, the pair squishing Cindy from both sides, leaving the cocky futanari a buffeted, trembling mess.

Cindy was the next to reach climax, shoved back and forth between Jasper's thrusts and Vivian's weighty rear. She paused in the middle of sliding her dick back and forth, gurgling and shuddering, her enormous breasts bouncing wildly, and practically growled as her enhanced muscles heaved, strained and started to pump. The immense force required to move gallons of viscous fluid, let alone propel it at the velocity of a Big person's cumshot, was whip-cracking through what felt like every single muscle in her groin, hot goo spraying from the end of her dick. Her cock lurched inside Vivian, shooting off like a firehose, filling the writhing, groaning woman's insides. Atop her tremendous thighs, her distorted stomach was starting to inflate as Cindy's seed flooded it, stretching and bulging with each surge of spunk.

Next was Jasper's turn, right at the end of Cindy's orgasm, before the girl could withdraw her cock from Vivian's butt. He groaned, sinking his hands into Cindy's pillowy tits, his hips bucking and shuddering inside the girl and starting to inflate her stomach as well, her midriff expanding against both her rack and Vivian's cheeks, starting to push her backwards into Jasper.

The pair fell backwards, Jasper still inside his friend, her dick sliding out of their professor with a slick, organic noise, starting to droop, dripping large gobs of cum. Her boobs splayed around her distended stomach. Her eyes were unfocused and dazed, and she was drooling from a corner of her mouth. In front of them, Vivian's rump stayed in the air, the woman perched atop a massive bloated stomach. Her legs were spread, revealing her glistening pussy leaking juices down the bottom of her stomach between her tree-trunk thighs.

Jasper's eyes locked to it, feeling his cock twitch despite still coming down from his orgasm. That prompted Cindy to stir, feeling it lurch inside her, coming back into focus to see the same lewd image. She bit her lip, then turned her head, sharing a quick kiss with her friend.

"So I just had her ass, you want that, and I'll take her snatch?"

Jasper grinned and nodded, and together they carefully worked Cindy's overstuffed trunk off his dick. Cindy wobbled and had to steady herself on the desk for a moment, one hand gently caressing the swell of her stomach. Jasper looked on at the sight thoughtfully.

"Is that fun? Being filled like that?"

She grinned. "It's great. Once I let like three people just fucking fill me over and over until my belly was so big I couldn't walk. You constantly talk about what it'd feel like to be, like, so big you're immobilised? Well, you should give this a try."

Jasper added his hand to her belly, making her moan lightly as he stroked it. "I assume you have some ideas for who should do the honours?"

"Jasper, you just got done rearranging my guts, don't act like it's unfair that I want to try fucking you."

He paused again, staring at her stomach and breasts, his cock bobbing and re-inflating. "Can Elly be there?"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Of course she can be there, you lovesick little puppy. You can even fuck her while I pound you.

He raised a hand. She gave it a quick high-five, and then they turned around to their groaning, overstuffed professor, still lying on the floor, juice pumping from her pussy.

--

Vivian sat in the dean's office, suspended across three chairs, worriedly twisting a scrap of paper in her hands. She'd felt like the bottom had dropped out of her stomach when she came to and, slowly digesting the four or five orgasm's worth of cum the pair had dumped inside her, grasped for her tablet and seen an email requesting a meeting.

It couldn't be anything but her illicit activities. This would be it. The Big had cost her her job, her livelihood. What was she going to do now?

The dean entered, a medium-height, thin man with a balding pate and black glasses. She turned around and started to heave herself up but he raised a hand and shook his head.

"Please, Vivian, don't get up." He moved around and sat on the other side of his desk, steepling his fingers, looking at her over his glasses. Her face was bright red. Even over her terror, she could still feel the awful slow-burn of her arousal.

"You pose an interesting situation for our institution at the moment, Vivian. To speak frankly, I have always considered you a remarkably intelligent, diligent, hard-working and dedicated academic. That assessment has not changed since your... new condition. Indeed, to have maintained even a fraction of the standard of work that you have maintained is, I think, a testament to your ability."

Vivian sat in mute shock. She could feel what was coming. Feel herself being buttered up in preparation for the inevitable "but..."

"That being said, some of your associated activities have been causing some members of the executive concern. I am sure you are aware of which activities I am speaking."

Vivian shook, trying to form words. "Mr. Hartsell, I-"

He held up a hand again. "Please let me finish. I have, so far, been able to convince the executive to hold off on recommending any adverse action against you."

She stopped dead. The words echoed about in her head for a moment. "I-I'm sorry, what?"

"I have been able to convince the board against disciplining you. For now. It involved some almost heroic twisting of state anti-discrimination laws and some very uncomfortable promises, but so it is for now."

Tears welled at the corner of her eyes. "I... I don't know what to say..."

He pursed his lips. "Then listen. Long-term, I am not confident your current position at the university is tenable, unless the state starts assigning us hiring targets of people with Hyperexpansion Syndrome. However, I think there is a solution."

He slid a small folder over. She leaned in, grabbed the documents and read while he continued. "For some reason, this school has become a Mecca for students with your condition. Our enrolment numbers for next year suggest a number of such students enrolling, and word, apparently, is spreading. This poses some challenges for us, but also suggests an opportunity."

She flipped over to what looked like a mock-up course list. Hyper Biology. Big Culture. Gender and Sexuality. Big in a Small World.

"The college board feels that this situation would best be dealt with by the creation of a set of new general-education requirements while Big students work out if college is right for them. Ones that, while they do not restrict students from other study, essentially softly stream the students into... well, size-appropriate classes. We would like you to coordinate these subjects."

Her eyes went wide. "Co-coordinate? You want me to run the course?"

He coughed. "I must say, the board were not keen on me creating a new coordinator position. In fact, the only position I have in-principle approval on is one with a somewhat lower salary than your current position. In the circumstances, it was the best I can do I am afraid."

The tears were flowing even harder. A lifeline. A second chance, something to defend what her freak transformation had threatened to destroy. "I'll do it!"

He nodded. "If the course is successful, I may be able to bargain for more resources. The board have also suggested that, as long as your activities are segregated away from," his eyes hooded for a moment, "ordinary students, in their words, they are willing to turn a blind eye as long as the tuition fees keep rolling in."

Vivian rocked back and forth on her butt, barely noticing as she gently masturbated. Less pay, more responsibility. Less pay, but I... I can fuck my students?

"Do you have any questions?"

She nodded. "Just one. Um. Not that I don't appreciate it, but why did you do this for me?"

"I told you. You are an intelligent and valuable worker. It would be a shame to lose you. Anyway, if that's all, you can head back to your office. I'll have HR send you the paperwork."

She heaved herself up and out, babbling her thanks and promises that she'd work hard. After she squeezed out of the door, the dean went back, sitting down and pulling out his phone to a message from his daughter. He clicked through to her social media account, a picture coming up of her previous night out. Her smiling face nestled over a pair of fabric-covered orbs the size of beach balls, fat nipples making tents in her top. He replaced his phone and turned back to his desk.

"Don't fuck this up, Vivian."

Nanokink

All in all, Nicole Strahan didn't have a whole lot to complain about. A good job, running her own business, a nice apartment in the city, an active social life – things were good. Nontraditional, but good.

Nicole was better known to her fans online as Fae Dawn, a "cosplayer" if you were being diplomatic or were in mixed company, and a "porn star" if you weren't. With a naturally fit, swimsuit model body, Nicole had started out simply doing cosplay, but finding her reach and her crowdfunding climbing higher the more skin she showed until she comfortably moved into fully-lewd output.

However, Nicole had two problems: one in her own head, one very real.

"Nicole, your followers are bored."

Her eyes perked up when she heard that. That was Craig, her agent/business manager/confidante, occasional lover, but a generally effective no-nonsense rock on which she could lean.

"What do you mean bored?"

"I mean they're bored. They've all seen you. They've seen, well, pretty much everything. You get a bump with new costumes but aside from that you're in a holding pattern."

"Who's growing?"

"Funny you should ask that. The girls who are growing are, well. Growing."

The meaning was clear, even before Craig slid a list of girls over the table. The girls who were grabbing a bigger share of the "market" were the ones dabbling in nanocosmetics, or outright diving into them. Body-modifiying nanobots. Nicole had had some nano done, but only some very simple procedures – breast lift and firming, toning, a treatment that permanently kept her long hair in a glittery pink-and-purple mermaid cut. Some of these girls were getting much more elaborate nano.

Nano was in an inconvenient price range where it was accessible for the average moderately-successful online porn starlet, much like outdated plastic surgery had been, but was far too expensive to be something that could be swapped in and out on a whim. It could be an investment, but an essentially permanent one. There was also a six-month "cooling off" period between nano treatments that was just long enough to be inconvenient.

That meant that the #4 on the list of her rivals, Mara Mounds, legitimately did have to tote around a pair of breasts big enough to sit in her lap in her everyday life. #2, Queen Prick, had to deal with the day-to-day impacts of a fourteen-inch erection. Nanokinks, the internet called them – not just people who'd had nano, but people whose sexually-charged nano turned a chunk of their life into fodder for their online persona.

That segued nicely into the other problem with her life – which was that she found these people and their freakish sexual bodymods, the girls especially, to be impossibly, unbelievably sexy. Nicole had lost count to the number of times she came to pictures of Queen Prick, of Mara, of any of the dozens of hardcore nanokinks. She knew it was counter to her better judgement but she wanted to be a nanokink herself, and the only thing stopping her was she'd always thought it would irreparably damage her business.

"So Craig, just so I'm perfectly clear, are you suggesting I should get hardcore nano?"

He coughed. "I'm not saying that, I'm just presenting the facts-"

"If you were making the decision for me, would you get nano?"

"Nic, I could never be in a position to make that-"

She sighed. "If it were you, would you get nano?"

Craig looked at her levelly. "I believe getting nano would mean highly positive impacts for your business. That doesn't mean-"

She stood up. "Do you know a good bioengineer?"

Craig paused. "Nic. You need to fully understand what you're doing-"

"Craig. I'm a grown woman. I know what I'm doing. Do you know a good bioengineer?"

--

Half an hour later Nicole was sitting across the desk from a man in a white lab coat. Craig sat next to her. Without further context it could just have been any upscale doctor's clinic. The doctor was shuffling a set of laminated pictures across the table, before-and-after images of various treatments the clinic was particularly proud of. Massive breasts, outsized hourglass figures, plump lips, muscles, sex changes, it was a large selection.

"So, Miss Strahan, any of these can be tailored to your specifications. Depending on the extent of the change, we will build in maintenance nanomachines that allow your body to physically support the changes. Of course, this means you'll require ongoing checkups and need quantum batteries for the machines, but these are, relatively speaking, low-impact requirements."

That explained how some of the nanokinks she knew were able to support some rather excessive changes. She looked at the briefing on the quantum batteries – about the size of a watchface, and could be worn as a watch, as a choker, or optionally installed directly into the body for security. She recalled Mara Mounds' glowing green choker.

"You're welcome to take these home and give it some thought-"

"No need. I know what I want."

Craig's jaw dropped. The doctor's composure faltered slightly. Nicole looked at the pair of them.

"What?"

"Nic, how could you-"

"Oh Jesus, Craig, how dim can you be?" She shuffled a few of the pictures out. "I definitely want a boob upgrade, like some fucking huge tits. A dick, of course, best of both worlds is all the rage in nanokinks right now and I've just totally always wanted one. Now here's a more recent one, Craig, I'd like your opinion on it, what do you think about four arms? Bit odd, but imagine the possibilities right?"

The doctor managed to insert himself into the rapid-fire. "Miss Strahan, remember, there's a six-month moratorium between nanocosmetic treatments, to allow your system to recover. Most of those changes are beyond a single treatment's worth of instructions."

She nodded. "Right, but surely you have someone here who can do parallel cellular scaffolding? You know, that new treatment that lets you combine multiple instructions into the one nanite?"

The doctor clucked his tongue. "You've definitely been doing your homework. Yes, I have an engineer who can put together a PCS, but the PCS is still very new and not perfectly stable technology."

"Don't care. I'm not waiting a year and a half to get where I want to be and shelling out for three procedures when you can use PCS."

The doctor shrugged. "You very clearly know what you want. You'll have to sign the PCS waiver, but aside from that, no problem. Let's go through dimension selection..."

Using a 3D model, Nicole sculpted a pair of breasts that hung past her ribcage, taut and full in a perfect teardrop. She adjusted sliders to deliver a thick, thirteen-inch cock, paired with a set of egg-sized testicles. She carefully positioned a copy of her own set of arms just below her shoulder joint. The doctor took the tablet from her and made a few quick calculations.

"Okay, so, adding in the muscular enhancements for the chest and the arms, the additional strain on the heart and vascular system... You won't strictly need a quantum battery, but you'll be in absolutely top health with one. Otherwise you could see the occasional issue with blood pressure and muscle tension."

Nicole nodded. The doctor made a few more quick taps, then looked at Nicole over his glasses. "Miss Strahan, can I once more strongly encourage you to go with a traditional instruction set, rather than PCS?"

She shrugged. "You can."

"Are you going to listen?"

"No."

"Then that's that." He passed over a stack of paperwork. "Sign here, here and here. Your nanites and quantum battery will be ready in half an hour."

--

Nicole got back to her apartment as giddy as a child. In one hand she held a vial full of a clear solution that looked nondescript but was, in fact, full of miniature flesh-shaping robots. In a bag in her right hand were two of the quantum battery chokers – one for the transformation, one for the maintenance. It was possible to do slow transformations that worked off ordinary body energy, especially for people doing low-key body mods they didn't want to draw attention to, but for Nicole, the slight additional expense of a battery-driven transformation was worth having her dream body in only an hour.

She followed the instructions exactly. Drink a litre of water. Wait half an hour. Strap battery onto neck. Uncap and consume nanite solution. Head to a safe, comfortable place, remove all clothing, and wait.

She sat back on her bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows, completely nude. She'd heard stories about nanokinks' first experiences with a real hardcore mod - the flood of hormones alone could be a transcendent sexual experience, and that was ignoring any amount of sensitivity built into or resulting from their new anatomy. She grinned and wiggled her hips gleefully, settling back into the plush bed, mind racing with thoughts of what she was going to look like, what she was going to do with her new body, how her life was going to have to change. Craig had briefly tried to suggest that Nicole film it for her site, but she'd swept out of the clinic with barely a thought.

Going to need a whole new wardrobe – at least modify some of my clothes to start off. Hah, Christmas is going to be weird. Aunt Emma is going to totally freak out.

Soon, Nicole realised she was starting to take deeper breaths, like she'd just finished a brisk walk. The feeling got worse, like she was exercising without even leaving the bed, her body exerting itself without doing anything. She realised that it was her body starting the changes, draining her of energy. She touched the jewel around her throat, drawing some comfort from its presence as she continued to enervate.

She felt it in her breasts first – prickling, and then a growing sensation of warmth, like someone was pointing a sunlamp at her boobs. She gasped as her nipples suddenly hardened without explanation, followed by a tight, pressurised feeling behind them like a full stomach after a huge meal. Slowly, but visibly, they began to swell.

Nicole practically squealed, her hands flying to her growing chest, moaning as her hands shifted and pushed around the pressure inside them. She lifted them, pressed them against each other, flicked her thumbs across the rigid nipples, felt the doughy flesh expanding against her fingers.

Another sensation cut through, this one from between her legs. In contrast to the full, pleasurably stuffed feeling of her breasts, this one was sharp, like a stitch, centred in her pubic mound just above her clitoris. She dropped her right hand off her breast to caress the sore point in her groin, breath catching as she felt a fleshy lump starting to build there – a fleshy lump that she knew was going to be the culmination of years of fantasies about big-dicked nanokinks. She caressed it as it pulsed and thickened between her fingers, willing it to continue growing.

She sat playing with her transforming body, expectantly waiting for the final change she knew was coming. She was giddy about the idea of a second set of arms – it was something she'd only seen once before, on an obscure Russian blog where a four-armed girl was the centre of a nanocosmetic-enhanced gangbang, and she'd frequently imagined herself as the epicentre of it, covered in gouts of thick cum extracted from a ring of cocks by her four-way dexterity. She didn't stop as she felt the pressure at each side of her ribcage, the strain on her bones, she just kept touching herself and imagining the final product.

As her fledgling cock expanded, joined by a slowly-swelling pair of testicles underneath it, she went from just caressing it to stroking it, the flesh loosening to allow a smooth motion up and down the new shaft. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her brain being bombed by sensations she'd never come close to imagining. All doubts about whether or not this was a good idea washed away with the sheer, unbridled pleasure of stroking her own fat cock. As her new arms extended out from the side of her body, she flexed them, unfurling fingers and using what little brainspace she had left after the feeling from her cock to establish new connections to the nerves.

Clumsily, she reached the two new arms up and mashed the uncooperative hands into her bloated breasts, giving her a plush and pleasurable anchor as she slowly gained control over her new extremities. Her remaining hand, her original left hand, she decided to snake down and under her new scrotum to rub against her neglected pussy.

Stroking her cock, fingering her pussy, thumbing her clit and groping both of her breasts – she was a one-woman sexual dynamo. She sank back into the bed, losing herself in the sensations of her new body. She was so deep that she didn't notice the prickling, sharp sensation on her chest just below her new breasts, instead focused on the empty, yawning sensation flooding out through her groin and up all twelve inches of her still-growing dick.

She let go of the shaft, letting it pulse and quiver, raising her jerking hand to her mouth to bite down on her index finger as the magic moment built up and unleashed. Her huge dick jerked, shooting off hard into the air, ropes of cum flinging up and down across her body, her lower arms mashing the substance into her breasts. Her hips kicked up with each shot, like it was taking hold of her muscles and tugging them with each pulse of pleasure down her cock.

She snuggled back with a satisfied moan as she let the afterglow wrap around her, but in a few moments her brow wrinkled. That stuffed-feeling pressure was still in her breasts. Her chest was prickling and hot. Her cock still had that intense sharp sensation thudding through it, made all the worse for the sensitivity of her recent orgasm.

Isn't it... Supposed to be done now? She lifted up her breasts, craning her head to assess their size. She spread them apart and looked down at her cock, comparing it to the size she'd had in her head. If anything, it looked bigger than what she'd requested – not that that was abnormal for people with penises.

She trailed her lower hands up her torso and stopped when she felt bumps underneath her breasts. Her new hands less clumsy now, she was able to move the fingers across and get a sense for the shape of the bump. It felt good to touch. In fact, it even felt like-

Eyes wide, she rose off the bed in shock. Fighting through the fatigue and aching muscles she ran to the bathroom, lifting her breasts, her blood running cold as she saw two new nipples on her chest, just underneath her newly-enhanced rack. She held her breasts up with her upper arms, using her lower hands to probe the site, when she realised that, before her eyes, flesh was starting to bud in underneath the nipples. At the same time, she realised her breasts were still swelling, definitely growing beyond the size she'd requested at the clinic.

What the fuck is going on? No, stop! Stop it! She ran back to her bed, uncomfortably aware of her breasts and erect dick bouncing, scrabbling for her phone on the bedside table. She didn't have the doctor's number, only Craig's. She tried to take deep breaths, focusing on flicking the correct thumb. Her other hands almost subconsciously drifted between her legs – despite her panic, she was still ridiculously horny.

"Come on, come- ooh, ffuck pick up!" Ring ring, ring ring. The digital ringer sounded as her body grew. With a free hand she quickly noted that the new flesh under her second set of nipples was showing no signs of slowing down. No longer just buds, they were easily a new set of B- or C-cup breasts now, fitting nicely into her palm.

"Hi, you've reached Craig McKenzie. I don't love you enough to come to the phone, so leave a message and I might get back to you."

She groaned, partially in frustration, partially because one of her hands had gone back to gently stroking her dick.

"Craig, it's Nicole. I am havinghh-oooh, a fucking emergency with- ggh, with the nano. Shit's fucked uuuppoh fuck me. Bring the fucking doctor over!"

She threw her phone at the pillow, falling back and groaning as a second hand joined the first around the shaft of her cock. That made her stop for a moment and internalise that her cock was actually big enough that the second hand didn't look ridiculous around it. Beneath it, testicles the size of grapefruits bounced in a soft sack.

Fuck me, it must be nearly two fucking feet long. I'll be twice as big as Queen Prick soon! The idea was- well, of course it was frightening. Horrifying. But it was also, if she was being totally honest, a little bit enticing. Part of being a nanokink was all about public transgression, after all. Wearing your sexuality like a banner. What could she even wear that would hide this? Cover, yes, but hide? Stop it from being obvious what it was, what she was?

Besides, she already had four arms – those alone were going to be almost impossible to hide. On top of that, did an extra-large dick and four huge tits really change anything about how she'd have to live?

That was when she felt a prickling sensation and a sharp pain down in her groin again. Not from her cock – in her groin. Right beside the base of her dick. She let the hand on one of her tits drop down to press two fingers into the spongy flesh – or at least, the flesh that should have been spongy. She felt a denser core just underneath it, one that made her grunt when she pressed it.

Oh no. No, no, you've got to be fucking joking.

Despite the throbbing insistence of her still-growing cock, and the shock of her quad-stack of swelling breasts, she pulled it all aside to stare down at her crotch, noting the nub swelling out next to her cock, watching it grow in exactly the same way her cock had grown.

She fell back, covering her face with her top pair of hands, trying to take deep breaths and get on top of the thudding panic in her chest.

Okay, so, from the top. Your boobs are growing way bigger than you asked for. They're still growing, so you have no idea how big they're going to get. You're growing a second pair of boobs, and you have no idea where they're going to stop either. You have a cock. It's two and a half feet long. You have what appears to be a second dick growing next to it.

What happened after your cock grew in before? Oh, right, the new arms. She reached a hand down to the side of her ribcage, below her lower armpits, and pushed in. The pain made her draw back a hissing breath through her teeth. Tender. Pressure. Any reason that I wouldn't be growing more arms? Aside from the idea being fucking insane?

It only took her a few minutes to be proven grimly right as a pair of wiggling stumps began to protrude from the sides of her body. Blessedly, however, that sight was accompanied by the pressure in her upper breasts and her cock fading, letting her take stock for a moment and note that they'd stopped growing.

About fucking time.

Despite wanting to do nothing more than sit back and jerk off, she knew it was important to get a sense of exactly how big she was. Getting out of the bed was more of a production than it had been. First off, her new gigantic nutsack was pooling between her thighs, and to shuffle them off the bed like she normally did would involve a lot of bouncing and possibly some pinching between the thighs. It gave her a moment to examine them and separate them from each other. They were each roughly the size of canteloupes, heavy and warm. She shuffled over to the side of the bed and gently dropped them, eyes going wide at how far down they hung.

She grunted, preparing to push herself off the bed with multiple hands. She could feel strain on her back from the weight of her gigantic breasts, but at the same time, nowhere near as immense as it should have been. The doctor had explained that standard with the package was a nanomuscular enhancement, the nanites taking place of muscle fibres and strengthening as demanded to help her easily bear the weight of her changes. Whether or not it was still functioning as intended with her extreme growth remained to be seen. Her tits were the size of soccer balls, nearly a foot of smooth, quivering flesh across, topped with nipples that she couldn't see but felt in her hand like they were as big as cocktail glasses. The new ones underneath them were only half that, but still full of pressure and growing like weeds. The volume of her breasts was such that they bounced against each other, and when not moving formed their own line of cleavage.

Her cock stood up ramrod-stiff, glistening with precum, throbbing with need. Its weight bent it down at an angle to her body. It would have gone roughly to the level of her mouth standing straight. Nestled just next to it, almost an afterthought, was a second six-inch cock that was happily growing to match its mate. Beneath it a pair of testicles had already budded in and were swelling alongside the shaft.

Nicole took a moment standing up to readjust her centre of balance. Her giant dick was putting leverage on her whole body. Her balls bobbled at just over knee-height. She would have had to stand bow-legged for them to fit between her legs, and moving her legs only confirmed they were going to bounce uncomfortably against her knees with every step.

Every motion of her body caused something to bump or bounce or jiggle. Just the motion of breathing bobbled her breasts against one another, and turning to the side involved swinging the heavy stem of flesh sprouting from between her legs. She shuffled to the cupboard in her room, pulling out an extra-long roll of dressmaker's tape.

The first thing she needed was a bust measurement. Oddly enough this was the first thing her new body made more convenient, as she was able to raise her upper arms and use her lower (that is, the lowest-functional, given that she had a jointed set of stumps growing in) to wrap the tape around her. After some manoeuvring, the tape returned a measurement of fifty-seven inches.

58 inches. What the fuck. I only have a thirty-inch chest, so that's twenty-eight inches of tit. That means I'm... what, a ZZZ cup?

Mashing her hands into her breasts, walking around bumping her sensitive bits and the ever-present hormonal fog of growth meant that It was taking all of her concentration to keep her hands off her dick. It jumped and lurched, belching out enormous handfuls of precum and dripping wads of the fluid all over her carpet. Her face was flushed, her breath shallow, every fibre of her being demanding another orgasm.

She turned and faced the bed, laying her dick across it. Tucking her balls behind her thighs, she was able to lean forward with the tape and extend it up to the very tip.

Thirty-three. Fuck me. What have I fucking done to myself? A few circumference measurements later she found her dick ranged between thirteen and sixteen inches around. The one growing next to it was already a quarter of its size.

She clambered back into the bed, carefully sliding around her giant genitals, and sat speechless for a moment. It was cry or masturbate, and before long the lust took over from the depression and she reached out to start tugging on her cock again. Although one hand couldn't circle it, it was enough to tug the soft skin of the fleshy pole with her nanite-enhanced strength. A second hand reached down, bumping against her two right breasts, and started to stroke her second cock as well.

Her free hands roamed back up her midriff to slide up and lift her lower breasts, to palm and play with them, but on the way they encountered another set of bumps, barely even on her chest and now better described as on her torso. A quick inspection, jerking off the whole time, told Nicole what she'd feared, and that they were another set of nipples. There was nothing she could do about it, though, except wait for Craig and the doctor, so there wasn't any point in giving up stroking herself.

A few more minutes of desperately tugging her dicks and another pair of clumsy but enthusiastic hands were able to join in, each massaging one of the bloated nuts under each of her cocks. Her smaller dick started to shoot off first, and halfway through its orgasm her larger cock throbbed, strained and started to launch enormous ropes of thick, hot cum with great velocity into the air, travelling across to the far wall and starting to knock ornaments off her shelf. Her smaller cock flagged, merely pumping gobs of cum out and down the growing shaft, while unbelievable volumes of it kept shooting out of her first dick like a firehose. Some fifteen shots later it finally flagged, dribbling spunk onto the bedsheets, leaving a panting, bedraggled Nicole to look through her swelling sea of breastflesh and wonder exactly what she'd managed to create.

Oddly enough, her growing dick refused to go soft, even after shooting off, but her first cock was actually starting to grow soft, shrinking back down until it was a (still hefty) rubbery one and a half feet long. By the time it grew completely soft, though, not only were her third pair of breasts packing on weight by the second, Nicole observed a new bump making itself known in her groin, this one to the left of her first cock rather than the right.

A sob broke through her desperate panting. Just stop, please. Stop! I can't- I can't handle this, this is too much...

She could only sit, watch in impotent horror and stroke as she watched a third cock forming a neat line in her groin. Her second dick had already cleared two feet hard, and its companion balls were swelling up rapidly. She noted with some irony that her pairs of arms keeping pace with her cocks meant she wasn't short of options for jacking herself off. Stroking three cocks at the same time had certainly been part of her nanokink fantasies, but she hadn't pictured them all belonging to her.

On the other hand, as she managed to lift her mood above the panic and the sensation of how her life was going to change, she had to admit her body felt good. All six of her jostling breasts were smooth, firm and super-sensitive, and touching her gigantic nipples sent pulses of fuzzy pleasure straight to her hindbrain. The only reason she wasn't engaged in groping more of herself was because the sensations from her three dicks were even more mind-melting.

Her three-foot central cock had rallied back to its full erect length. Her right cock was more than two, now, and her left was nestling comfortably into her hand but throbbing and growing in time with her heartbeat. The different sizes meant finding a rhythm was near impossible but the nanites were boosting her dexterity, making it much easier to coordinate what could easily have been an ungainly tangle of conflicting limbs.

Between her thighs two scrotums, one smaller than the other, were bumping and jostling for space until the smaller one settled into the cleft formed by her thighs and the larger set of balls. She could feel the larger ones churning with fluid, while the smaller ones just carried the pressure of growth.

Her left cock came, and despite it being a weak, dribbling orgasm compared to her other two, it still gripped hold of her spine and drove pleasure into her head for a few seconds. It was dwarfed, however, by her main cock shooting off again, firing more high-pressure thick ropes of cum into the air and across her body, pumping out litres of hot spunk until it dribbled down the drooping shaft. Before she'd even managed to recover from the assault of pleasure, her right cock tightened, and started to lurch and shoot off.

Her left and right cocks both stayed rigidly erect, growing as they were, and if anything having them both erect made her feel even hornier and more needy than before. It was as if she had a separate libido tied to each shaft, that combined together in her head when they were "active" to make one pulsing super-libido. Focused on masturbating, it almost went without fanfare when her third row of breasts expanded past ordinary cup sizes and another pair of arms sprouted below her third pair, now anchored well past her ribcage on her midriff. She was both too emotionally desensitised and horny to care.

She was, however, starting to become desperate. While her right cock finally hit its full length, allowing her to finally end its constant erection with a voluminous orgasm, her leftmost had hit two feet in length, and another was starting to bud, underneath and between her centre and right. More breasts had budded in and swelled underneath her third set, this pair set an inch or two above the level of her navel. Her second pair had grown to the same size as her top ones, and it was becoming difficult to see and manoeuvre her hands around their bulk. She was accustomed now that this was her lot, and she was going to have to learn to deal with this new body, but now she just wanted to know when it was going to finish.

Grunting, sweating, jerking off with four hands while her fourth pair wiggled uselessly. If this doesn't stop soon, I'm going to fucking run out of space for tits. What if it didn't stop? It seemed like it wouldn't be even in the top ten of her problems, but something about it stuck in her brain. Am I going to end up with hands growing out of my fucking legs or something?

Something about the thought and image popped in her head like a soap bubble, and, arms still pumping on her cocks, she started to giggle.

"Haha. Ahaha. Wow. I am so fucked. Heehee. Oh my god, just fucking look at me. Hahaha, what the fuck am I going to do?!"

She giggled maniacally, tears rolling down her cheeks, helpless to do anything but stare and stroke. When her fourth cock had its first ejaculation she kept laughing, the pleasure only drawing more emotion out of her. Cackling, she hugged her two largest shafts against her body, suddenly realising she'd been missing out on an idea. Using all but her top pair of arms, even the proto-hands on her fourth pair, she squished her rows of breasts together, nestling her two largest dicks between them and starting to pump – frotting her own dicks against each other and tit-fucking herself.

A new pair of nipples budded in underneath her lower breasts, these ones on her stomach, level with her navel. She'd once been proud of her trim, smooth stomach, but soon it was going to be completely invisible behind gigantic mounds of breastflesh. Her third pair of breasts had reached full size now, and she felt like she was more breast than woman. They glistened with countless orgasms worth of cooling, sticky cum.

Her breasts extracted two huge, messy cumshots from her largest cocks while her upper arms kept jerking off her other two. The space between her legs was a sea of jostling, sloshing testicles, also coated with jizz. The pleasure was barely detectable as individual orgasms at this point – she simply floated in a pink-red pool of aroused lust that peaked and troughed like waves. Her breasts grew, while a fifth shaft started to protrude upwards from her groin, this one taking its place level with her fourth, underneath her centre and leftmost cocks.

It was at that point, though, that she felt a buzz from the front of her throat, a crackling noise, then a hum, slowly dropping in pitch until it became inaudible.  She pulled the quantum battery choker off her neck, eyes wide at the formerly-glowing jewel, now an inert lump of black rock. Almost immediately she was hit with a wave of exhaustion, her muscles suddenly burning with the effort of holding herself up and awake. She heard thumping at the door before she faded to black.

--

Nicole's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding. She went to shift and her muscles squealed in pain, making her drop them and lay quietly for a moment. She was on top of something soft and warm, like a pile of large, warm cushions with a strange texture. She soon realised that when she moved her cheek, she could not only feel the mound against her face, but also feel the motion of her face against the mound.

Awareness flowed back into her as it jiggled underneath her. Oh fuck. It's me. She groaned and rolled to the side, gasping as not only did she start off a flood of sloshing flesh down the front of her body, but she felt the long, rubbery masses attached to her groin fling out, bouncing off each other and against her like a dropped pile of plastic hoses. Arms pinwheeled in every direction, attempting to help her balance but only making her lose control and roll over onto her back.

She laid for a second, panting, trying to process the sensations flooding her mind. Even though she'd been conscious for her transformation, the actual experience of her new body had been masked by the growth. She could feel everything. Even over the ache of what felt like every muscle in her body, she could not only feel far more flesh than ever before but every square inch of it was more sensitive, warm sensation up to her brain in a way she could barely process.

Grunting over the ache through her body, she pulled herself back up the bed, sliding up against the headboard. Each limb felt soggy and numb, but still independent. If she didn't think about it her arms moved together, but if she concentrated she could position them one-by-one. Each row of breasts slopped downwards as she pulled herself back to sitting position, giving the bizarre sensation of her breasts each sitting on top of the row beneath them. She'd rubbed her breasts against other people's before and it felt like that – except she could feel both sides of the contact.

It was only because of the absurd length of her cocks that she had a hope of seeing them over the bulging, high-stacked shelves of her breasts. They sprouted from her groin and bounced off in random directions, wobbling and bumping against each other. The bases were so thick that they rubbed against each other, creating pressure just from jockeying for space. Nestled between the lower two, spread further apart, was the line of soft flesh that marked the transit down to the sack of skin holding her upper middle dick's scrotum. Four more hung either side of and down from the lower two. She couldn't see it but her legs from upper thigh to knees were covered by haphazardly-stacked mounds of flesh in wrinkled skin.

Her mind buzzed as she fought to gain control of herself, to will away the ache. It buzzed with both the thought of what had just happened to her, and with the sensations that were being produced by her reshaped, expanded flesh. She was simultaneously trying to think, to cope and plan, to work out what had happened and what she was going to do, and also to get on top of the delicious sensations of her heaving flesh all rubbing against itself.

She heard a noise outside, the sound of someone moving plates in the kitchen. She took a deep breath, trying to block out the feeling of multiple layers of tit sliding against each other. "H-hello?"

Clack. Thump-thump. Craig appeared around the corner of the door, his eyes wide. "Nicole! You're awake! Are you okay?!"

Nicole had a moment of shock where she went to cover herself. Her ten arms fumbled clumsily in front of her breasts, until she realised her acres of flesh and her forest of phalluses were incapable of being covered by anything. She let her hands droop down by her side and pursed her mouth sheepishly.

"Uh. Yeah, I'm... fine?"

He let out a tense sigh. "Nic, the doctor told you the PCS was fucking unstable!"

She went red. "Thanks, Craig, I hadn't noticed! You'd think it might have occurred to me some time around the third set of tits growing in but somehow it never quite twigged."

He stared at her, his eyes locked to the curved shapes being made down her body by her multi-stacked mammaries.

"This is so fucked up."

"Love you too honey." She shivered a little bit as his gaze passed over her, reminding her that her nipples were tingling. "Why do you think it stopped?"

"I was on the phone with the doctor while I was kicking down your door. The instructions in the nano were stuck in a loop. The loop only stopped because your battery ran out."

Nicole's hand touched the gem at her throat. He nodded. "Yeah. So, uh, I seriously meant what I asked you before. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

She nodded. "Just aches, though. And, uh-" she blushed again. "Never mind. Look, we can fix it. As long as I can put up with it for six months we can go back to the clinic and sort it out."

Craig's face fell. Nicole stared at him impassively for a moment, still except for faint motions in the extremities of her body.

"We... can't?"

"Nicole, it's a PCS! The changes are all bound up in the same set of instructions – they can't be reversed without unpicking the exact genetic path your original nano followed, and they went out of control!"

"So I'm stuck?"

She sat stony-faced again for a moment. Craig swallowed, his eyes back to tracing the lines of her irreparably-mutated body. He couldn't stop himself. Nicole followed his gaze, then dropped hers further.

"Craig... Do you have a boner?"

He went red and squeaked, half-crouching. "N-no!"

"Seriously, you've got a fucking hard-on? Are you kidding me?"

Another minute of stony-faced silence, while Nicole's eyes stayed on Craig's trousers.

"So, like... you think this is hot?"

"Wh-what? No, I-"

"Craig, for fuck's sake, I'm not mad. Can you just answer me?"

He uncrouched, still tensely coiled in a flight response.

"Uh, well, you've got a lot of really big tits..."

"Yes, but" she motioned to herself with a random assortment of arms,  "the rest doesn't spoil it?"

"Nicole, please, I can't-"

"Jesus Christ, Craig, talk to me!"

He swallowed. "Okay. Yeah, it's... it's interesting. I haven't seen a nanokink that looks like you before, only hentai. I mean, look, I like futanari, so I'm not saying everyone would feel the same, but the rest definitely doesn't spoil it. You're, like, a freaky fantasy made flesh."

She looked down at her breasts contemplatively. One of her lower arms lifted up a flaccid log of cock, another gently tracing along the folds of her foreskin with a thumb.  She shook her torso, taking a deep breath as she felt her breasts rubbing against each other.

"A fantasy made flesh, huh? I guess that's what all nanokinks are really, right? The whole point of getting nano is that you stand out, that you've marked yourself with your fetish, that people will see you and know the fantasy that you're trying to be?"

Craig looked on silently as she lifted her top set of breasts and let them fall with a heavy slap on the next pair down. Her nipples were growing erect, already huge and swelling longer and larger. Another hand tugged down on the cock she was teasing with her thumb, slowly sliding the head out of the thick foreskin, gasping as she revealed the glans to the open air.

She started peeling the skin back from her leftmost dick with another hand, while reaching down yet another to caress across one of her giant balls. All her other hands were now searching for targets – four on her upmost and lowest sets of breasts, three exploring three of her penises, two snaking within her mounds of testicles and one tracing up her thigh to try and seek out her pussy.  Glistening globs of precum were building up at the slits of her dicks.

"Uhg- unh... Oh fuck. It feels good, Craig. Really good. Do I... do I want it to feel this good? Shouldn't I-ghhuuh, shouldn't I be afraid? Or-mm, sad? My life is over!"

"Your life isn't over, Nic." Craig approached her on the bed, carefully, like an archaeologist approaching an ancient altar. "You said it yourself. You were already becoming a nanokink, right? Massive boobs, a big dick, four arms for God's sake. Everyone was already going to know what you were. The fantasy you were trying to be. Marked, like you said. You're just... more."

"More." She purred, groping and playing with her hypersexualised body in ten ways. "What I-mmm, wanted, but-aah! But more!" The cocks she was touching were already half-erect, and the remaining two were already pulsing and starting to grow. Every motion of her body caused a breastquake down her torso. Craig stepped forward again, slipping off his shirt.

"You're bigger and better." She moaned again, three of her dicks at their just-under-three-foot erect size, pulsing and quivering as her hands tugged up and down the rigid poles. The two hands exploring her bouncing balls left to trail back up and stroke the remaining two, leaving her jerking herself off with an assortment of arms from the left and right sides of her body. Her top pair of arms slid over to grab her right breast, turning and squeezing it until the nipple pushed into her mouth, her moans muffling into the gelatinous mound.  Thick rivulets of precum were rolling down all five of her shafts, oozing out with each mighty lurch of the massive organs.

Craig's hand found her left upper breast, gripping it firmly, rolling and pinching the nipple. Even his huge hand was dwarfed by the buttery-smooth, wobbling swell of flesh. His other hand gently slid down the sloshing line of titflesh along her torso, tracing the peaks and troughs. His cock strained against his jeans, watching the one-woman orgy writhing in front of him. He moved his hand away and pushed his face into her breast, feeling it mashing around his face, her gigantic nipple filling his mouth. He felt a hand curl around behind his head, then one around his shoulder, then one pushing against the cheek of his ass. He heard a pop as her mouth left her tit.

"Oh fuck, Craig, please, suck on it!"

As he suckled at her tit, he felt her hands exploring him. One stayed on his head, but the others slid down to his jeans. Two hands slid under him to unbutton his fly and gently unzip while another two started sliding them down his body. Once his boxer shorts were revealed the first two reached in, caressing his erect cock, slipping the waistband down to reveal it to the open air. She mashed his face even harder against her breast, and devoted two hands to gripping his ass and pulling his cock into the fields of breastflesh that sprouted from her torso, not so much tittyfucking him as smothering him.

She was still jerking off all five of her penises. The shafts and her hands were both slick with the precum that belched in rapid gobs from the yawning tips of each massive prick, which slipped down into the stacked, bulbous pile her testicles made between her thighs. Her eyes alternated between shut tight and a wide thousand-yard stare, as if she was looking directly into the abyss of pure pleasure that was flooding her mind.

The first cock to relent to her desperate masturbation was the one she had started out exploring and teasing first – the top-right shaft. A gurgling moan rose up from her chest and echoed through the bedroom as her muscles tightened, her abdomen flexed and that feeling of dull emptiness began to spread up the length of the shaft. Her hips jerked up as much as possible with the weight on her body, and she began to shoot. Thick, pearly ropes of cum flew out as her cock lurched, travelling high and fast enough to hit the ceiling and drip down onto the floor. The pleasure of cumming was shutting down her conscious thoughts, and it was only instinct and nanite-dexterity that kept her other hands stroking herself.

Four enormous cumshots in, the two other cocks she'd started playing with next also began to buck and lurch, although Nicole was in no condition to recognise what was about to happen. Instead she simply shrieked as, one and then the other, they also began to lurch and pump, adding their production to the bounty of cock-batter rapidly starting to cover her room. As the first finally began to flag, starting to droop and dribble rather than fire, the last two finally joined in, meaning by the time they finally spent themselves Nicole had cum for a straight minute, leaving her slumped against the pillows on her bed, unable to do anything but pant and gurgle. Almost as an afterthought, Craig, still humping her frontage, finally seized up, groaning, unloading what in comparison was barely a drop of his own cum across the sticky mess of her body.

He collapsed on top of her, the pair doing nothing but breathing. His head snuggled into the cleavage of her upper breasts, his body finding perfect, supportive clefts along the length of hers. Her cocks drooped, bumping against each other and dripping.

When Nicole recovered, she ran her fingers through Craig's hair, purring, his weight delicious against her breasts.

"Craig?"

"Mmm?"

"I think... I think this is going to be okay. There's only one problem though?"

His head rose up, concern rolling across his face. She bit her lip.

"Having you on top of me is making me really horny."

--

Nicole smiled beatifically, sitting across the table from the slightly skeezy but extremely passionate talk show host. She tossed a strand of pure-white hair back behind one shoulder – a recent nano-facilitated affectation – and smoothed down her outfit with a spare hand or two.

She wore what had become her usual outfit by now – effectively a toga, yards upon yards of light, white fabric wrapped around her in a complex pattern that managed to hold itself together over her ten huge, jostling breasts and leave enough to form a set of flapping skirts that did most of the job of covering her flaccid dicks and fivefold scrotums. Of course, it was impossible to hide that something was happening under there, given how both her dicks and her balls bounced and rebounded off each other as she walked, but it gave her a modicum of modesty – at least until she inevitably started to get hard.

"So come on, uh, goddess, let's chat seriously. How did this happen? Is it, like, something you chose, or was it an accident? Like did you walk into a nano clinic and just go, like "fuck me up, fam?""

She responded with a small, crystalline laugh. "We told you. The spirit of Aphrodite visited Us during the night, and bestowed upon Us both a great gift and a great responsibility. A body of pure sexual fantasy, to give and receive pleasure, and in return-"

He groaned. "You're really committed to this, hey."

She smiled again, tilting her head. "We are committed to Our mission."

"So let's talk logistics. This-" he cast his hand up and down her body, "must get inconvenient sometimes."

Her smile didn't falter. "Human society is not built to accommodate the bounty of the Goddess, it is true. Our acolytes do most mundane tasks for Us. What is most inconvenient is the reaction of society to when the Goddess Lust makes itself known upon Our body. A simple expression of a natural, primal urge, but one that society calls "indecent" and "obscene."

The talk show host coughed. "Are you talking about when you get, uh-"

"Erect, darling?" She giggled. "Yes, Our prongs do certainly make themselves known, and sadly no mortal clothing We have encountered is sufficient not to cause offense among the more unfortunately prudish of your folk."

She took a deep breath. The arousal was starting to stack up. She could already feel tingling and stirring within a couple of her penises. Her gigantic nipples were outlining against the fabric of her pseudo-toga. She moaned lightly.

"Forgive Us. The rigours of the Goddess Lust are ceaseless. Such is Our burden. Our gifts are for sharing, and Our body does not brook lightly being forced to withhold it for too long."

The host was sweating slightly, trying hard not to let his eyes lock on her heaving, mutated body. "Um. How long is too long?"

She bit her lip, focusing hard on willing all ten of her arms to stay resolutely by her side, while she could feel erections stirring between her legs. "It has been an hour since We last felt release."

"An hour? You seriously have sex every hour?"

She smiled, more lasciviously this time. "Goodness no. We release far more often than that."

She moaned again, leaning back, her hands starting to roam across her body completely unbidden. A bump was already rising in her skirts, lifting the fabric up with each pulse.

The camera suddenly panned back to the host, wide-eyed in panic. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to cut this short! Thank you for speaking to us miss, uh, Sex Goddess, and we hope your career flourishes!"

Craig chuckled, closing the window on his laptop. Absolutely perfect interview – they'd probably get a dozen new followers who just wanted to see the end of that clip. Nicole was fitting perfectly into the new persona she'd crafted for herself, the Sex Goddess. Her previous work really wasn't something she could slip back into, but instead she'd adopted a sort of permanently-"on" affectation and began liveblogging and documenting her extremely sexual new life. The Sex Goddess was extremely popular.

Enough business for today. He closed his computer, standing up and beginning to strip down as he left the office. Shrieks, growls and moans echoed down the corridor as he approached a door at the end, leaving his pants in the threshold as he entered Nicole's bedroom.

Nicole hadn't been playing up her needs on the talk show. As it turned out, ten gigantic testicles pump out unbelievable amounts of hormones. Already a naturally amorous woman, Nicole's sex drive hit the ceiling. With a thorough servicing beforehand, if she was extremely careful, she could maybe manage up to an hour before something inevitably set her overactive libido off. The longer she lasted, the less of a push she needed. Once her nipples hardened or one penis started to grow erect, it would set off a cascade of sensation that would grip hold of her, body and mind, until she finally came.

Four cameras blinked around her oversized bed. It would have been wasted content, otherwise. Nicole demanded sexual stimulation at all hours of the day and night, and while she preferred partners her built-for-masturbation body was enough to keep her occupied. All of that was streamed live to her website as a baseline around which Craig and a couple of in-and-out videographers and "consultants" planned special photoshoots and videos.

The last had been Craig's favourite. Nicole was so domineering and demanding that Craig had enjoyed watching all ten of her arms be handcuffed to the bed while she was filmed to see what happened when she was denied release. As it turned out, half an hour after all of her penises became completely hard, the answer was "a mind-breaking series of spontaneous orgasms."

Right now she was on her back, being attended to by six people. One guy rested atop her breasts, a foot of cock being massaged from multiple directions and sliding against one of Nicole's own cocks, projecting up between her breasts. A woman lay next to her, Nicole's five hands on that side groping her breasts, fingering her pussy, squeezing her ass and snaking into her mouth. The woman was covered in streaks of cum. Nicole's face was pointed to the side, a slim, pretty woman feeding a good-sized dick into Nicole's mouth. Several arms on her left side pushed a man's face into her breast and stroked his cock. A girl with breasts the size of her head lay back with her legs wrapped around Nicole's, stroking a three-foot cock with her breasts and feet. A bearded person with defined muscles ground their pussy up and down another of Nicole's cocks while stroking and licking a third. Nicole handled her remaining two cocks herself with two spare arms.

Craig slid onto the bed between the bearded person and the woman on Nicole's right, his hands displacing Nicole's own on her cocks, which he started to lovingly stroke in practised motions, watching on as the woman he loved writhed and moaned under the ministrations of seven lovers. Her orgasms came hard and suddenly, the one between her tits cumming first, followed by the one being serviced by the girl with the large breasts, then the two being serviced by the muscular vulva-owner, then Craig's two. Nicole's lovers all finished off to various degrees while Nicole came, filling her mouth, spraying across her breasts and seizing and bucking against her body.

As afterglow settled on the group, Craig shot the other participants with knowing glances. They nodded sheepishly and picked themselves up and out of the room, leaving Craig and Nicole alone. Craig reached over and flipped the control switch for the cameras, shutting them off. Nicole's eyes fluttered.

"Mmm... where'd they go..."

He stroked her hair. "Just asked them to go for a second, honey. Wanted to talk to you."

She smiled and moaned contentedly. "Oh? What about?"

"About the thing we were chatting about the other day, remember?"

Nicole suddenly perked up, propping herself up on a couple of arms. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna get nano."

She couldn't hide the glee that broke across her face. "Oh my God, Craig, that's awesome, oh fuck we're gonna have to talk about your design-"

"There's just one thing."

She stopped, brow wrinkling. "We're doing it together. I don't want to just be a random nanoguy. I want it to be us. Forever. Uh, if you understand what I mean..."

They stood looking at each other for a moment, before Nicole's eyes went wide and she grabbed Craig, pulling him into a deep kiss, moaning as the pleasure of kissing her fiancé flooded through her, already starting to bring some of her shafts back to tingling and throbbing.

He broke off the kiss, panting, red in the face, then grinned. "Is that a yes?"

She looked him up and down, then down at herself, then back into his eyes.

"Let's build you a new body, Sex God."