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
"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.
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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."
