Sweet Tooth

“You really shouldn’t be eating sugar, you know.”

Philia stopped chewing for a moment, her chin and cheeks dusted with a coating of cinnamon and sugar. The woman standing next to her was tall and willowy, with a harsh brown ponytail, dressed in workout gear. She held a lunchbox full of an array of sliced carrot and celery.

“Excuse me?” Philia had stepped outside of the office building to enjoy a doughnut to herself. The woman pointed very meaningfully at it.

“That. Sugar is a poison, you know. It’s why everyone’s so sick nowadays. Everything’s sweet, packed with sugar. It’s also why you’re- uh, that is-”

Philia’s eyes narrowed above her little upturned nose. The plump woman stood up, brushing the dust from her clothes. “Why I’m what?”

The thin intruder coughed. “Well, you know. Like you are. You’d find it so much easier to keep weight off if you gave up sugar.”

Philia pointedly shoved the rest of the doughnut into her mouth, staring as she chewed it down. “Okay, listen here. I’m perfectly happy with “how I am” and I don’t really appreciate you coming over here and lecturing me about sugar.”

“Look, that’s wonderful, but so many people just don’t understand how bad it is for them to carry extra weight, and sugar’s such a huge part of that-”

Philia clapped her hands together. “All right, that’s it. I’ve been nice to you up until now. I have a wonderful relationship with sugar, and frankly I think you could learn to be closer to it too!”

As she pulled her hands apart, there was a brief sensation of vertigo, like the world was shifting slightly, before she rolled up the wrapper of her doughnut and walked away.


Cassie wandered back into the convention centre they’d been standing outside. Shaking her head. What was that little porker’s problem, anyway? I guess she’s just self-conscious.

Cassie knew better of course. A devotee of sugar-free vegan diets and the writer of the bestseller natural diet book Natural Eating, she felt it was both her pleasure and her duty to share her knowledge of health with the world. Today, she was promoting her new book at HealthFest MidWest, Indiana’s premier health services and diet convention.

She was feeling uncharacteristically sluggish as she made her way back to her booth – overwarm, like she’d been standing in the sun too long, even in the fairly powerful air-conditioning of the convention hall.

She slumped forward onto her hands back at her booth watching the small crowd through hooded eyes. She wiped her brow, which crinkled at the sensation that met her hand. She was sweating, despite not having worked out, and even odder, her sweat was slightly sticky. She pressed and rubbed her fingertips together, watching them tack on each other.

What the hell?

She got up, taking a deep breath, and shrugged her shoulders to resettle her bra. It normally wasn’t problem, her exercise and diet taking care of what little Mother Nature provided her, but probably because of her hot flush, it was causing her some issues at the moment.

Wiping her brow, feeling a sticky smear against her hand, she signalled to the booth next door that she had to leave for the bathroom. She shuffled uncomfortably there, noticing that not only did her bra feel strange, so did her pants.

She did a few easy stretches in front of the mirror before leaning in to examine herself. Her sweat glistened oddly, and was still bizarrely sticky. It even resisted being washed off with water, and took a fair amount of soap to shift. By the time she’d gotten back to her booth, though, still flushed, she was just as sweaty again - and it was, if anything, even thicker and stickier.

She truly realised something was wrong when she put her arm on a customer’s book in order to sign it and inadvertently ripped the front page. She replaced the book, apologising profusely, and signalled again that she’d need to head to the bathroom. It was entering the relatively enclosed space of the bathroom that she also caught a scent she realised she’d been able to smell for a while - a cloying, sweet scent. Lifting up her arms to wash her face, the scent became even stronger until, with furrowed brow she tentatively licked the top of her arm.

Syrup. She hadn’t tasted it in years, but she knew it immediately. Her sweat was thick, sweet and syrupy. Her underarms were starting to stick together, and she realised her bra was saturated. Shucking off her top, she stopped and stared in horror at the mirror.

She wore a fairly utilitarian white cotton sports bra. Its modest cups were now filled to bursting. Pulling it away from her chest she confirmed that, yes, it was indeed full of far more of her than she’d ever seen. In the space of an hour, she’d easily swollen up two cup sizes.

Oh god, I’m retaining water and expressing sugars. I need to see my naturopath right away - I only just got a cleanse done, but he might have a homeopathic remedy or a referral to an acupuncturist…

She splashed water on her face, trying to calm her heart and the unbearable heat, but it continued unabated. She was sweating so badly that by the time she’d washed her face clean she could already feel the stickiness building up again. The bathroom was beginning to smell like a pancake stack. Worse, she discovered that not only was she sporting a substantial pair of breasts, they were also highly sensitive. Palming one to examine it resulted in a rush of heat through her body that centred firmly on her private areas and left her gasping.

Tidying herself back up as much as possible, she made one final discovery. Her underwear and workout pants normally lay smoothly across her narrow hips. Now, though, a small amount of glistening flesh rose either side of her panty line, and her pants were definitely stretching. She really was swelling up.

Her agent, Dom, found her on the way back to her booth. “Cassie, you’ve been away from the booth a lot, are you- wow, you look uh…”

“I know, I look bloated and awful. I’m really not well.”

“I wasn’t going to say that, actually. You’re glowing. You look upset, but, uh, not bad exactly? Are you doing something new today?”

Cassie fixed his gaze for a few seconds. “Are you serious? I’m blowing up like a balloon, and I’m all sticky. I must look disgusting.”

He shrugged, his eyes still following up and down her body. “Whatever you say. Can you tough it out for a little while longer? We’ve got your panel later, that’s all…”

She pursed her lips and nodded. She was so hot, and the lingering tingles downstairs from her examination of her bloated breasts were affecting her - she couldn’t stop her eyes from flicking back to Dom periodically. The tingling didn’t stop, either, and as she sat sticky and flushed at her booth, it only got worse. Her boobs were definitely still growing, her overworked sports bra starting to dig in. People were starting to glance down at her cleavage – cleavage she’d never had before.

Her notice, however, was firmly on the succession of men that went past her booth. For some reason she couldn’t taker her eyes off them, no matter whether they were slim hippies or cut gym rats. She normally had fairly specific tastes, but for some reason today was different – which probably meant this stupid sickness was something hormonal. Maybe she’d accidentally eaten some soy?

The pain across her chest began to distract her from her ogling. She took a deep breath, and her eyes went wide as she felt a stitch pop in her sports bra.

“Dom, this bra is really starting to hurt. I’m going to have to go take it off.”

Dom coughed, his eyes flicking to her body. “Uh, okay, just make it quick, all right? Panel’s in ten minutes.”

She nodded, and stood up. Not only was her bra binding her chest down savagely, but her panties were digging into her hips. The front bulged and felt strangely full as she walked, like something was stuffed down there.

Back in the bathroom again, locking herself in a cubicle, she lost her top and attempted to slide the bra off. Unfortunately she’d gotten so large that there was no slack in the garment, and it refused to budge. Grunting in effort, she pulled at the burst stitch until it ripped, her boobs exploding out of the bottom of the cups as she released the pressure, sending a pulse of pleasure through her that brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Her boobs were huge. Soft, heavy mounds that would easily have overflowed her hands, topped with thick, stiff pink nipples and broad areolas. Almost without thinking her hands went up to grab them, both to confirm their existence and to massage some of the ache of binding out of them, but grabbing them, letting her fingers sink into the soft flesh, made her vagina spasm and drew out a rattling moan.

What is happening to me?! I look like some sort of overstuffed, fat-ass porn star freak!

Trying to pull her hands away reminded her that she’d been continuing to sweat unabated, and her enormous breasts were coated in a thick, tacky sheen of syrup. They wobbled and jostled as she panted, their weight tugging down on her muscles. Her heart was pounding, a combination of her fear, her core temperature and her growing arousal. Shifting her thighs made her uncomfortably aware that her panties were an overstuffed, sloshing cauldron. The sight that met her, peering down between her breasts as she pulled out the front of her pants, made her stop and stare numbly.

Her pubes had turned pink.

A fluffy pink bush greeted her over the rim of her panties. She was used to having a fair amount of hair down there; part of the natural living idea. However, now she was being greeted with an enormous, fluffy pink cloud, so thick it left a visible bulge in her panties. The texture was odd, too; she couldn’t make out individual hairs, only thick clusters. With a trembling hand, she reached out and brushed at the unfamiliar bush. The texture felt smooth and fluffy at first, but after a moment against her sticky fingers it became gritty. A tuft pulled away with her fingers, rapidly shrinking and turning dark and wet. It almost looked like…

No, it can’t be. She tentatively pulled her fingers up to her mouth and licked, her eyes going wide. It was cotton candy.

She was clearly hallucinating now. She was sweating and bloating up, and now she was seeing things – and tasting things, she realised, looking down at the remnants of soggy crystals on her fingers. She reached down and pulled again, a huge hunk of fluffy pink candyfloss hair tearing away from her mound and gradually growing back before her eyes. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt to tear out at all, only a pleasant tingle.

All thought of the panel forgotten, she pushed her hand down further and pushed it against her pussy, boiling hot and squishy with need, as her left hand went to one of her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her erect nipple.

She slumped against the counter, her forehead leaving a sticky smear down the mirror. Her fingers groped at the thick bud that had replaced her tiny, pert nipple, electric fire running down her nerves and centring on the boiling honeypot between her legs.

Her mouth fell open with a hungry gasp, rivulets of syrup stretching across her lips, her cheeks flushing with heat. Her breast felt soft and heavy against her hand, and it was larger than any she’d ever seen in her life. Despite how rapidly they’d swelled to overflowing her hands, they were free of any stretch marks or blemishes, perfectly smooth and taut.

The syrup on her breast and hand tacked and tugged at her skin, stimulating it even more than just her regular touch. As she squeezed it, her nipple glistened enticingly. Her eyes fixed on it, even as her right hand kept working away below her candyfloss bush. She felt her mouth water, increasingly thick and sweet as whatever oddity she was experiencing worked its way through her. She realised, her breast jiggling in her hand, if she just lifted it…

Almost without thinking, she lifted it up and latched her mouth onto her nipple. She suckled, each caress of her lips feeding the squealing need between her thighs. Her fingers plunged deep into her pussy, her thumb working away at the swollen, juicing nub of her clit. She turned her back to the sink counter, feeling her butt press up against the tile.

She choked, squealing mutely as her nipple throbbed into her mouth, her stomach muscles crunching up and pussy lips fluttering and then clamping as a sudden sensation gripped her body and shattered its way through her nerves.

She’d cum before, of course. A healthy sex life was important for the therapeutic properties of natural living, so she found time for carefully-planned, curated orgasms with selected partners. This, though, was raw and unchained, a complete loss of control over her body. Her hormones rampaging, her need burning at the base of her brainstem, she couldn’t help but surrender and let the orgasm crash through her.

The effect was so profound, so utterly mind-melting, that she barely even noticed as the sensation rallied back again and again, even once her hands left her body to spasm and flail with out of control sensation. It was as if scaling the crest had unlocked years of denied feelings, nights upon nights of need that had gone unknown to this point. Whatever had happened to her body, it wasn’t just making her horny, it was as if she’d always been horny.

“S-stooop… Ooh… P-please stop-aaaAAAHH!”

It was after the fourth rally of pleasure, as she sobbed and pleaded with her own body, that the sensations finally began to subside. Her pussy stopped fluttering, the twitching in her nipples began to slow and her heart stopped pounding. The unbearable heat still remained, though, suffusing her body, cold air raising goosebumps underneath a layer of syrup.

Leaning forward as she was, her huge, heavy breasts dangled and bumped against each other. Gingerly touching one revealed that they were no less sensitive than before she came; brushing her nipple made her flinch with an hiss of shock, and that set her chest jiggling and bouncing again, making her overworked clit twitch.

How? How can I still need it? What is wrong with me?

She stepped back from the mirror, taking a good look at herself. Her hair was slick and plastered against either side of her head. Her skin was red with exertion, but under the heavy flush it was actually a little darker, a light tan.

She’d swollen out all over. Her breasts overflowed her hands, and projected out over her folded arms like a wave of flesh. The nipples were as wide as a dime, thick and tight, and along with her areolas hadn’t darkened like her skin, leaving them stark and bright against the flesh of her breast.

Her stomach, formerly tight and flat from obsessive care, projected out in a gentle curve – not a gut but definitely a soft, chubby tummy. Her waist was still narrow, and flared out to wide hips that each cradled an ass cheek the size and shape of a basketball atop thick, smooth, firm thighs. Her cheeks wobbled enticingly but didn’t droop at all. Her legs ended in slim, toned calves and feet that, if anything, were daintier than before.

Her thighs rubbed together as she moved, and that just put pressure on the bloated, squishy mound of her pussy. A moan built in her throat and rolled out of her mouth, making her thighs squeeze and grind even harder on her clit. While her orgasm might have calmed her a little, now she could barely move without stimulating herself.

Before her hands could creep back to her private parts, she heard a knock at the bathroom door. “Uh, miss Devarro? Dominic sent me. He said you, uh, need to get to the panel immediately.”

She turned to the door, her mouth suddenly watering. She knew exactly what she wanted. Needed. Without even pausing to put her shirt back on, she strode across to the door and threw it open, presenting a pair of huge, heaving breasts to the young conference usher standing outside.

“Oh good, mis- oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were-"

She didn’t even speak to him, She merely stepped forward, throwing her arms around his waist to press the entire soft, heaving bulk of her swollen body against him. She lifted her hands up to the back of his head and pulled him down into a deep, forceful kiss, moaning as she felt sensation buzz down from her lips through her entire body.

She pulled him back into the bathroom, kicking the door back closed. Keeping his lips locked with hers with one hand, she slid the other down his back and then around, into the front of his pants. Her questing fingers found his penis, already beginning to grow hard, and her mouth and throat went slack. Without thinking, barely even consciously, she broke off the kiss and sank to her knees.

She’d never given oral sex before in her life. It was unappealing, dirty and pointless. She knew that, and she could feel those objections bubbling somewhere at the back of her brain, but they were taking a back seat to the arousal and the overpowering hunger. She slid down his pants, watching transfixed as his penis rose behind the front of his boxer shorts, throbbing with the rhythm of his heartbeat, growing harder with each pulse. Without even removing the shorts she simply nuzzled her face between his thighs, taking a deep breath of his scent and feeling his meat twitch against the side of her face.

She reverentially removed his boxers, letting a good-sized dick greet the air of the bathroom, humid with her ministrations. She gently dragged the skin up and down the hot, thick core, letting his glans free of his foreskin and greeting the tip with a gentle kiss. The touch of her lips to him was electric, and she couldn’t stop herself from filling her mouth with the head of his dick, moaning as the taste drove its way straight to the centre of her brain.

Somewhere in her head there was a dim, distant memory of the taste of dick; unpleasant and salty. What was happening now, though, was beautiful, wondrous. Where she expected salt and musk instead she found sweet, rich flavour. It was unnatural, like a rich chocolate mudcake somehow combined with a juicy, sweet roast, savoury meaty sweetness that made her gurgle with the need to taste more of it.

She took the length of his cock into her mouth, moaning happily the whole way down until her plump lips kissed his pubic mound; one smooth motion without a hint of a gag reflex. A stab of pleasure rushed through her crotch as she felt her throat stretch around his pole, before she slowly dragged her mouth back, letting her tongue caress the contours of his dick and ending off with a quick kiss to the tip before sighing, pressing it against her cheek and breathing in his intoxicating musk.

Theo found himself standing dumbfounded, erection at full mast. Not that he was complaining, but it wasn’t every day one found themselves unexpectedly pulled into a bathroom by a curvaceous slut desperate to worship their cock. Her mouth was hot and sticky around his cock and left thick, glistening strands of spit in its wake.

She lovingly suckled the head back into her mouth, closing her eyes and just exulting in the feeling, before sliding it down to the back of her throat again. The noises she was making bespoke a combination of comfort, satisfaction and lust, moans and purrs as she let it fill her and gently worked her throat around its pulsing length. She began to bob her head, gently fucking his dick with her mouth.

Despite the slow, deliberate pace of her oral worship, her mouth was working overtime, thick ropes of syrup coating Theo’s cock and rolling down Cassie’s chin, prompting a symphony of sloppy squishing noises with each movement of her lips and tongue. She smiled around his cock, giddy, giggling, and started to increase the pace of her blowjob. While it meant she couldn’t revel in the sensation of cock, it brought its own benefit in the sensation of having her face delightfully fucked, sending spasms of pleasure down to her needy puss.

It also brought with it a steady stream of precum, which hit her tongue like nectar and rolled down her throat like molten gold. It somehow even cut through the sloppy mess of her own spit, musky notes in the sea of sweetness. Above all, it gave a giddy promise for what was to come, and spurred on her efforts to bring him off.

She sucked him off in long strokes, unflinchingly taking him to the very hilt each time, raising one hand to gently caress his balls while the other pawed at her swaying breast. She paused only to look up at him, using her hand to keep up the rhythm. “Tell me when… when you’re going to cum, okay?”

He nodded, groaning, and she went back to happily working her throat along his dick. He was definitely close; it was like she was personally devoted to his cock, like its pleasure was her sole mission in life. His legs shook as the feelings mounted, the insistent strain through his muscles and the familiar yawning sensation at the tip letting him know what was about to happen.

“Uh-fu-I… I’m gonna…”

Cassie purred excitedly, slipping her mouth back so just the head of his penis was inside her, still massaging his balls, which were now hot and moist with her bizarre sweat, suckling in preparation for his impending orgasm. It hit, his cock flexing with an accompanying grunt, and a thick, steaming hot shot of cum hit her tongue and the back of her throat.

If the taste of his dick was indescribable, then the tide of flavour that hit her when he blew his load into her mouth was transcendental. It built off a base of the cake icing licked off the spoon, hit notes of the flavourful, fatty crackling on a good pork roast, a buttery hollandaise and the cream off a fruit tart. It was every flavour in the world and yet nothing she’d ever tasted in her life.

She shuddered as the taste travelled up to her brain, where it spread out through her entire body. She could taste his cum in every cell, the flavour dancing across her fingertips, pooling in her belly and spreading through her boiling, churning pussy. A titanic orgasm followed like the tide, every muscle going into delicious spasm. Only the lizard-brain need for cum kept her sucking to accept the rest of his ejaculation, but that just meant more of the sensory overload kept entering her mouth, compounding the orgasm that was already whiting out her awareness.

From Theo’s viewpoint, she was hanging off the end of his dick, screaming muffled screams into the hard, twitching flesh, arms flailing, legs shaking, but mouth anchored firmly on him and still sucking down his load. It was only when he’d finished shooting off that she fell back flat on the floor, flailing, arching her back, beads of cum rolling down her lips.

It took over a minute for her orgasm to subside, leaving her twitching with aftershocks. Theo had already pulled his pants back up, watching her with concern, but she stirred and sighed, smiling.

“Woooow. Oh my God, that was unreal.” She smacked her lips, moaning at both the sensitivity and the leftover taste of cum in her mouth. “Huh. Mouth feels funny. Tingly. Hehe.”

She picked herself up, looking back at him with a giddy grin. He realised that something was indeed happening to her mouth – where there was previously syrup dripping from her mouth, it was now thicker and… dark brown. He chanced leaning down to wipe off a glob with his finger, making her whine and suck her lips at his passing finger, and sniffed it.

“Chocolate? It smells like chocolate?” Brow wrinkling, he licked at his fingertip, then stared wide-eyed at Cassie. She smiled, cupping her boobs in her hands, letting some of her chocolate drool drip down into the cleavage.

“You like it? It feels nice and slippery… I bet it’ll make my titties feel awesome.” She didn’t know what drove her to say that, but it felt completely natural. She stood up, still cupping her breasts, the tender flesh bouncing and wobbling. She stared into his eyes, lightly biting her lower lip, then moved in and kissed him.

He almost reacted at being kissed by someone whose mouth was just on his junk, but that was before the rich, melted chocolate taste hit his tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned, letting her choc-coated tongue probe his mouth, moving his hands down to grasp her chest. She groaned into the kiss, twitching as he stimulated her sensitive mounds.

Warmth spread through him, the chocolate rolling down his throat, the sensation falling through his stomach almost feeling as if it was pooling in…

He grunted and whined into her mouth, feeling his penis, returned to full torpor after his orgasm, start to rally back. Despite the ache, it throbbed against Cassie’s curves, slowly filling with each pulse of sensation. It felt different, though – hotter, straining harder, like it wasn’t his own body controlling his erection, but some outside force.

One of her hands caressed it, and she giggled, sinking back down to her knees again to press her cheek against it, just revelling in the sensation of the hard throbbing meat against her face. He reached full mast, the head flushed with blood and glistening, steel-hard, but somehow he was still pulsing, his cock still growing longer and harder.

“Uh, s-something’s wrong, I-“ He yelped in pain as Cassie sat wide-eyed, watching his penis slowly expand beyond its normal size, straining against his muscles as it pumped bigger and bigger.

“You’re growing! Oh my God, you’re getting so big!”

He’d started out just shy of six inches long, but in the minute or so since gulping down her chocolate drool, his pole was already an inch longer and noticeably thicker. His balls felt full, too – tight and packed to bursting, and Cassie noted with glee that they seemed to have gotten bigger as well.

She wanted to keep reverentially watching his dick as it grew, but she also needed to have it between her tits. She lifted them again, pressing them around his shaft, moaning as she felt it throb against the sensitive masses, precum rolling out of the eye and mixing with the syrup and chocolate pooling between her tits. The scent of his pre hit her nostrils, even over the sickly-sweet musk her body was producing, and as she ducked her head down as soon as the tip emerged from her cleavage and kissed it, moaning deeply as more of that gorgeous taste rolled down her tongue.

She found only one issue with her plan of bringing him off with her newly-grown breasts; they were so sensitive that she couldn’t grip and hold them in place without stimulating herself to the point where her hands shook and her brain fogged. It took her several false starts of gathering her breasts, pressing them together and losing the whole heavy load to slap against her chest as her hips bucked before she was able to get herself into a sustainable rhythm. By that time, her pussy was pulsing and straining, squeezing out a flood of thick syrup with every contraction.

Focusing so hard on keeping her squishy orbs of sensation corralled around his dick meant she lost control elsewhere, her mouth hanging open and drooling ropes of chocolately spit into the cleft of her cleavage. Within a couple of dozen strokes, Theo’s penis was thrusting up into a pool of slick, sugary fluid, chocolate starting to drip through the seal of her tits as well as up and around the sides. She assiduously lapped up every drop of precum he produced, seeking it out even in the fragrant mess she’d created.

There was a lot of it, too. It rolled almost continuously out of the tip of his expanded cock, a slow stream broken up with periodic globs that rolled out as it throbbed. Theo panted and grunted, red-faced, his cock almost painfully hard and, even though he couldn’t really see it within the sea of lightly-tanned breast and sloppy chocolate, definitely much bigger.

The orgasm actually took him by surprise. Over the ache of his dick continuing to try and grow harder even at full mast and the general shock of what was happening to him, he wasn’t paying attention to the mounting sensation of cumming and by the time it hit his awareness it was too late, and the first load of cum was already erupting from the end of his swollen cock. Despite it being so soon after his last cum, his spunk was thick and heavy, and the first shot was easily twice the size of his previous one.

Cassie had pushed forward right before his orgasm hit, meaning it was aimed straight into the air. It sailed almost four feet upwards to curve down in a graceful arc down onto Cassie’s hair. The second shot didn’t go anywhere near as far, because Cassie had immediately dropped her breasts and ducked her head forward to latch onto the head of his dick, letting the high-pressure burst spray across her tongue and down the back of her throat. Wrought up as she was from trying to keep her sensitive tits squished around his pole, the euphoric taste brought her to another immediate orgasm, leaving her relying on her newfound blowjob reflex to ensure the rest of his voluminous load went into her mouth.

The pool of chocolate and precum hit the tiles with a splash, revealing the full length of Theo’s expanded cock. A thick and rigid nine inches long, supported by a heavy scrotum roughly the size of a grapefruit. His muscles burned, working overtime to keep shooting cum into her hot, needy mouth, endlessly building orgasm on top of orgasm as her mind worked to process the taste. Not only was he shooting off twice as hard and twice as much, but far longer, too: six ropes in he was at the point where he’d normally trail off into little dribbles and yet he was still going strong.

It wasn’t until roughly his twelfth contraction that the flow started to slow down, and, legs quivering, he let himself fall back as Cassie’s mouth finally came off his cock. He scooted back against the wall, panting, his expanded cock slowly growing soft, but froze in place as he realised Cassie was changing again.

Her hair was fluffing up, slowly beginning to lighten from the roots out. At the same time, her skin was shifting colour, taking on hints of yellow to end up the golden-brown of a freshly-baked cookie. As she writhed in her spunk-induced stupor, her hands flying up to knead her tits, the chocolate slid off her lips to reveal them plumping and turning bright white.

“Wh-what is happening to you? What’s happened to me?!”

She only moaned in response, pressing her huge boobs together into a line of chocolate-streaked cleavage. Her hips bucked, her strained spandex pants starting to look thin and frayed over the bulk of her thick thighs and huge butt. The roots of her hair were not just light but white now, thick and fluffy and spreading out and down her back as they grew in. She licked her lips, spreading chocolate across them, her eyes fixed on Theo’s dick as, miraculously, the sight of her body slowly brought it back to erection.

He looked down at the rigid nine-inch stem, then back up at Cassie’s eyes as she crawled forward, tits swinging, ass swaying in the air, pulling down her pants and underwear.


Dominic stalked angrily through the backrooms of the convention centre. The panel was a write off. After waiting around for Cassie, even after sending that useless kid after her, nobody turned up; a lot of potential resellers and customers walked out in frustration.

He saw people with confused expressions walking out of the corridor that led to the bathrooms, and realised why as he heard the echo of soft moans as he approached them. He thumped on the women’s bathroom door as a giggle mixed with a moan rolled out from behind it.

“Cassandra? Cassandra?! Are you still in there? What the fuck are you doing?!”

Another giggle, and a distinctly male moan. He threw the door open, his expression quickly morphing from fury to wide-eyed shock.

Straddling the idiot he’d sent to find Cassie was a golden-brown sex goddess with a flood of fluffy white hair, breasts the size of her head and an enormous ass. Something brown was leaking from her mouth down over her bouncing tits, and above where Theo’s huge cock stretched her pussy apart was a voluminous thatch of fluffy pink pubes.

“What the hell?”

Cassie’s face broke from its closed-eyed, rapturous expression to look up. “Dom! You’re-oooh-just in time! Mmmph, aaahh, take your pants oooff…”

She threw her head back, moaning deeply, still working her hips in a circular motion, driving Theo’s cock inside her to the hilt. “I c-can taste him, even like this! Oh Goooddd I can taste his dick, s-sooo good! W-want more, please, more dick!”

Theo groaned, his hands on her expansive hips. Her pussy was a moist furnace, and both tight and slick, and it worked his cock in ways he’d never experienced before. Dominic stepped back, hands shaking, watching the pair rutting on the floor. “C-Cassie?”

She looked back into Dominic’s eyes, tongue hanging out with a lascivious expression and a rattling exhalation of breath. “Yeesss… Dom, p-aaah! Please fuuuuck me!”

Still staring him straight in the eyes, mouth slack and drooling chocolate, she worked her pelvis on top of Theo. The young man grunted and groaned, his hands faintly slapping the flanks of her thighs. A few seconds later, Cassie shrieked as she felt a flood of hot cum shoot up hard inside her, managing to hold on for a few seconds until the second shot joined it and the sensation became too much, pitching her forward as another orgasm overtook her.

“Cassie, Jesus Christ… We need to get you a doctor.” He raced back to the booth to grab his oversized coat, arriving back at the bathroom to find her face back down at Theo’s crotch, licking and nuzzling the half-hard stem of his dick.

“Cass! Stop it!” He grabbed her, lifting her to her feet. She whined, scrabbling for Theo’s cock, but soon turned to Dominic, grabbing his face and kissing him. He pushed her away, but not before swallowing a mouthful of melted chocolate.

“No, not now!” He threw his coat over her shoulders, wiping his mouth. She whined even harder, pressing her impossibly sticky body against him, her hands questing for his crotch. She seemed to lose control of her hands once Dominic grabbed her and forced her out of the bathroom, moaning as his strong hands pulled at her soft, sensitive flesh.

He frog-marched Cassie out of the convention centre, herding her into her SUV. He tried to ignore the sickly-sweet smell and the sensation of his erection as Cassie brazenly masturbated next to him, one hand on her pussy, the other on one of her swollen tits, with conference attendees and local press pulling out phones and cameras.

Cassie spread her legs in the front seat of the car, letting cool air hit the cauldron of her vagina and her sweaty, sticky skin. Dominic rearranged his pants, grunting, stepping into the driver’s seat. Cassie went back to masturbating as Dominic took them out of the parking lot, although instead of her tits her left hand was groping around, searching for Dominic’s penis.

“P-please Dom, just let-mmmph, let me suuuck it? I need it.” She was almost sobbing. Soon, though, her brow wrinkled, her fingers slowing down. “Feel weird. My t-tits, they feel… Uuuhh…”

Glancing to the side, Dominic could see that her nipples had turned a fierce, bright red, and seemed to have increased in size. He heard a gurgle as Cassie’s stomach rumbled, and her hands flew to her scarlet nipples as she moaned.

“Oh God, something’s happening! T-tight… Aaahhh…”

It took a few minutes to notice, but it became fairly obvious with her hands against her boobs: they were slowly expanding. Not content with a size that eclipsed most porn stars, they had started to grow again, and worse, it felt as if they were filling; not simply growing but being expanded from the inside. The feeling was different, but with her new sensitivity it was unquestionably erotic. Dominic swallowed, turning back to the road and shifting as he felt strange pressure at his crotch.

By the time they’d reached the hotel where they were staying for the con, they’d visibly grown. Her areolas had spread further, still vibrant red against her cookie-crust coloured tit flesh. Dom realised, pulling her out of the SUV and covering her up, that her breasts weren’t the only thing that had changed. Her fingers and crotch were covered with a thick white cream that she exultantly licked up, offering it to Dominic as he ferried her through the hotel up to her room, walking oddly as his pants bulged.

It looked and smelled a lot like… No, in fact, it looked and smelled exactly like sweet whipped cream. He ignored it, though he could feel how rigid he was against his trouser leg as her warm flesh jiggled and gyrated next to him, her hips swinging with each step. His cock lurched painfully, steel hard.

He finally got her into the hotel room, fighting off her clumsy efforts to unzip his fly in the elevator, leaving a trail of creamy droplets. Before he dropped her onto the bed, though, she leaped up, throwing her arms around him and locking her chocolate-coated lips with his, shoving her tongue into his mouth and coating the inside with the sweet taste of chocolate and marshmallow; revealing the nature of her plush, soft white lips.

She immediately dropped a hand to her pussy and the other to one of her slowly growing breasts, now approaching the size of watermelons. She moaned deeply as her fingers squeezed near the centre of her mound and down towards the swollen nipples, and then squealed in delight as a bead of thick, bright-red fluid beaded at the tip.

Despite his shock, Dominic’s dick lurched against his pants as he wiped his mouth, heat flooding down through his body. The whole experience was entirely surreal; that this brazen slut was what had happened to his business partner of years. That the champion of clean healthy eating and self-control was somehow turning into candy before his eyes and losing herself to uncontrollable urges.

“Look at you, Cassie. What the fuck happened to you?” He grunted, his cock straining against his boxers. “You’re a chunky little pig. You would have been embarrassed to be seen like this before.”

She whined, rolling her hips and lifting her breasts to face her nipples towards him. “Dooom! Suck on them, please! Fuck me!”

He leaned forward, his hands reaching out. Instead of grabbing her breasts, though, he took handfuls of her plush stomach. He groaned, swearing, his mouth tingling where he’d tasted her chocolate, and kneaded her belly to excited yelps.

“Look at this. All this… flesh. Does this e-“ he groaned as his penis lurched hard, slowly making its way down his trouser leg, “excite you? Do you enjoy this? Do you want me to suck on your fat fucking tits and have my way with your chubby body?”

She nodded desperately, squealing, thick red fluid the consistency of jelly running down either side of her prize-pumpkin breasts. “Y-yeah, please!”

“I want you to say it.”

She moaned desperately, squeezing her breasts to a flood of crimson jelly. “F-fuck me? Suck my titties?”

“I want to hear you admit what you are.”

She humped the air, nearly in tears as he kept massaging her stomach. “I-I’m a f… I’m a f-faaat slut?”

“Louder. Say it like you mean it, you candy-coated bitch!” The words rolled out of his mouth almost unthinkingly. Cassandra was difficult to deal with at the best of times, her demanding schedule, her bizarre and arbitrary diet, and seeing her like this was unlocking something primal.

“I’m a chubby little whore! I need you to suck on my fat tits and fuck me! Please!” She was starting to have trouble speaking as her mouth filled with chocolate, and whipped cream leaked constantly from her pussy between her thick thighs. An overwhelming mix of sweet scents flooded the room.

Dominic laid next to Cassie, cradling her breast in his hands for a moment, marvelling at the size, then started to suckle at her radiant red nipple. Strawberry jelly squirted into his mouth, impossibly thick and sweet, leaving tingles through him and spreading warmth down into his chest and stomach, collecting in his groin. Cassie instantly came, her ass rising off the bed, howling as the let-down in her tits flooded sensation through her body.

Dimly, he realised he could feel the tip of his cock brushing down near the bottom of this thigh, strapped down by his slacks. His balls were under tremendous pressure, the fabric of his pants cutting into him with every small motion, making a tremendous mound in the front of his pants. He stepped back and pulled down his pants, gasping a little as the tip of his dick dragged against the fabric. He realised his pants were damp quite a long way down the leg, his skin clammy.

His mouth went dry as his boxers slid down to reveal the biggest cock he’d ever seen. He’d always been gifted, a string of girlfriends appreciating a respectable nine inches, but now he’d grown considerably. Over a foot long, almost as thick as his wrist and coated with a slick sheen of the precum he’d been belching out, sitting atop a cantaloupe-sized scrotum that hung loose and heavy. Cassie stared slack-jawed while Dominic grabbed it, giving it a few experimental tugs and shivering.

Quicker than he could have imagined, her plush body was up, kneeling at the edge of the bed and grabbing his cock, her eyes wide and hungry. One of her tiny hands couldn’t encircle its girth, so she held it two-handed, mouth slack as she watched precum bead at the tip. She dragged her cheek down the side, whimpering lightly, then started to slowly, gently kiss back up, leaving chocolate spots, maximising the time spent in contact with his cock, lapping up the coating of pre. She reached back up to the top and delivered a sucking kiss to the tip, gulping down the bead of fluid and moaning.

She ducked her head back down and dragged her tongue up the length, smearing her kiss-marks, then moved it to lick up the other side. She spent some time tugging it, nuzzling her face against it; dimly, dumbly, worshipping it.

“You’re ssoooo big! It’s uh-amazing. God, your smell, your taste, it’s-“ she licked up another bead of precum and shuddered, before gripping it and suckling the head into her mouth. Her fluffy white lips stretched to accept the enormous, bloated head, gurgling contentedly, and she started to slide her head down the shaft. She had a brief moment of indecision as what was left of her rational brain screamed at her that there was no way that monster was going to fit any further, but that evaporated as she felt her throat stretch with delicious pleasure. It was still slow going, but that only meant more time in contact with his shaft.

She deliberately pushed her way further down, eyes rolling, hips shaking, cream pouring down her thighs and mixing in a puddle of jelly that dripped from her taut, overfull breasts. Amazingly she had no issue holding her breath like this, and was easily able to make it all the way to the base, her tiny nose pressed into his pubic hair. She gurgled happily, her pussy fluttering, reaching up to squeeze her tits and let down the pressure, which only served to compound her pleasure and, when his cock throbbed and leaked a glob of precum down her throat, outright brought her off.

She grunted and shuddered, trying to scream but muffled by the cock sealing her shut, her whole body shaking as the orgasm slammed into her. Dominic groaned as her throat contracted, his dick lurching and leaking even harder, which of course only compounded Cassie’s pleasure.

When she finally came down, still firmly sealed with cock, she gathered herself and started to work her mouth, moving her head in circular motions as much as she was able around the rigid pole. She dragged back to about halfway back up his shaft and then plunged back down, moaning. Her hands reached up to caress his enormous balls, feeling their heat and weight as they dangled and bobbed in their sack.

Smears of chocolate dripped down the length of Dominic’s shaft as Cassie fell into a rhythm, fucking his dick with her throat, rolling his massive balls against each other, her own jelly-streaked massive golden-brown breasts swinging back and forth madly. She felt no need to stop and breathe, no need to slow down, not even the pleasure wracking her brain able to take over the lizard-brain need to keep sucking, to keep milking his dick for all she was worth.

Dominic groaned. He knew his orgasm should have been approaching, but his transformation left the sensations confusing. His dick was so hard that he could barely feel it throb, and certainly could barely feel the lurching strain of an impending orgasm. There was only the burn on his muscles as they strained against his hardness and the pleasure of Cassie’s throat wrapped around him. That was why he was barely able to choke out a warning before he felt the first burst of spunk from the tip of his cock, a white-hot line of viscous fire that clamped down on his muscles like a vice for what felt like an eternity.

Cassie squealed as the cumload burst into her mouth, far more than she was prepared for, squirting down her throat at high pressure and instantly setting her off, leaving it to her newfound blowjob reflex to keep gulping it down after she lost all control. The first shot finally subsided, and within moments he was shooting again, just as hard, the pressure not letting off until the entire rope had forced its way out and into Cassie. He grunted and whined through half a minute of triple-length cumshots, filling Cassie with more cum than he would have ever thought possible, her orgasms blending into one single endless brain-breaking cum.

Her tits let down as she came, spraying warm jelly all over the bed and Dominic’s legs as they swayed and bounced with the motions of her body. Cream squirted from her pussy, dripping down her thighs in thick whipped clumps. Everything from her nose down was smeared with chocolate as she drooled uncontrollably, and her candyfloss hair was crystallising in the moisture and the humid air of the tiny hotel room.

She fell back once he finally stopped cumming, twitching and jerking on the bed as the spasms worked their way out of her muscles. Her hands came up to knead her breasts almost subconsciously, moaning at the squirts of thick gel from her oversensitive nipples. Everything about her was a sweet, sticky mess. Dominic watched, panting, his cock only growing semi-soft.

“Look at you. You’re ridiculous. You’re a complete mess.” His mouth watered watching her lush body writhe, while she moaned at his words. His hand stroked his cock, thickening back up, slick and lubed with her chocolate drool, staring at the cream-filled prize sitting between Cassie’s golden thighs.

Before Cassie could even react the fat head was pushing at the entrance to her bloated slit, slick with a mix of precum and cream, trailing clumps of cotton candy. He pushed, her mound opening up to allow his huge cock access, sliding his pole two inches inside her.

Her shriek echoed off the walls. Her hands squeezed savagely at her massive breasts, her brain breaking as it tried to process the pleasure of being stretched apart by Dominic’s gigantic dick. Jelly squirted from her nipples in a sympathetic let-down. Chunks of her white candyfloss hair stuck to the bed and tore off, regenerating immediately to leave her with her thick, ass-length locks.

“Oh yeah, oh fuck-ooooh, Dooomm, yeah, uuh-mmph!” Her hand guided her breast into her mouth, feeding her with her strawberry goodness and muffling her encouragement.

Dominic shoved himself in further, feeling her pussy writhing along the length of his pole, sweating and groaning as her muscles worked the spunk out of his balls. Sensation jammed its way up his spine, every inch of his expanded dick on fire, and barely halfway inside her he already felt close to shooting off. He grit his teeth, pushing and straining, her snatch like a glove around him and cream squirting out around the seal his cock made with her lips.

Her plush curves jiggled and bounced as he fucked her, the sight so enticing that he leaned in from his position standing between her legs, crawling next to her on the bed and thrusting as his hands roved all over her skin, groping and kneading and rolling.

“F-fuuck, yes! Fuck me Dom, fuuuuck me! I’m your faa—aaah! FAT LITTLE FUCKTOY!”

The combination of her lewd body, his supernatural erection and the stream of filth coming from her mouth meant it wasn’t long before he lost control again, a deep rattling moan rising from his chest as the tip of his cock yawned, his balls tightened, and he started to cum.

It felt like the floodgates opened up. His cock tightened as his muscles shoved his cum out, the strain lasting for what felt like forever as the burst went on and on, again, so soon after his last orgasm. Cassie screamed into her breast, cumming instantly as the feel and taste of sperm flooded into her, writhing in a sea of confectionary bodily fluids.

By the time he’d stopped cumming, another half minute of burning, aching pleasure, Cassie was insensible again, babbling and groping herself before coming down, while Dominic rolled over next to her, dozing, not even caring about the tremendous pool of candy he laid in. It was just after he’d started dozing that he felt a touch on his balls, and opened his eyes to find Cassie draping her breasts over his thighs, gently running her fingers up and down his flaccid length. She stared at him with big eyes, licking her marshmallow lips.

“More? Please, I… I need more?”

His cock answered for him, making him groan as he felt the pressure on his muscles and the low tingle as it started to rise to erection again.


Philia, the chubby little witch, strolled through the stalls of SeXXXpo, the “adult entertainment industry” annual convention. One hand held a cream pastry, the other a stall bag of newly-purchased vibrators and other “marital aids.” All in all, it had been a good day – she’d bought some things, ate a lot of great food and made out with eight different people of varied and indeterminate sex.

The program for a stage show caught her eye, making her giggle: Candy Cass’s Temptation Foodoir. “The newest, biggest thing in adult art! Candy Cass combines a love of sweet food and a love of hot sex into a steamy cocktail sure to excite and delight! Marvel at the erotic applications of chocolate and cream, gaze upon pure sexual perfection and wonder at the possibilities for your love life! Stop by the gift stall to purchase your bottle of Candy’s intimate confectionary creations sure to add the spark back into your pants!”

She waited a few minutes for the show to begin as a crowd built at the stage. Spotlights turned on with a thud and aimed down at the stage, drawing a cheer from the crowd which, Philia realised, contained a significant number of women as well as men. Not only was the crowd eager for the show, they also all seemed to Philia’s eye to be… rather gifted. There was unquestionably an abundance of bosom, and there also seemed to be a fair amount of rather snug-fitting pants on the men. Couples cuddled close, while people on their own looked around hungrily.

Cassie strode onto the stage to a crescendo of whoops and cheers. Acres of her ripe golden-brown flesh were on full display, covered only by a large white apron. It only just barely reached to the side of her huge hips, and her breasts bulged out the sides of the top, the edge of her bright red areolas peeking around. Her thick nipples caused huge indentations in the fabric, the colour easily visible under the white. She’d cleaned off her mouth and her bright white lips and hair set off the apron against her skin, while a pair of white high heels turned her curvaceous calves enticingly.

She threw her arms in the air, her tits heaving. One nipple had popped out of the side of her apron already. She glistened under the spotlight, covered from head to toe in golden syrup. “Hello SeXXXpo! I’m Candy Cass and I’m here to bring the sweetness back into your sex life!”

More whoops and cheers as she tucked her breast back into its overworked prison, winking lasciviously at the crowd. “You see, I used to be so obsessed with control. Controlling myself, controlling my diet, controlling my body. That’s what you’ve all been told, too! Just keep everything under control and you’ll be happy!”

Another cheer. Cassie licked her lips, leaving a light smear of chocolate, then ran her hands down the side of her body, tracing her outrageous curves. “Let me tell you, sweeties: they’re wrong! If you want to be truly happy, you have to let go!”

She grabbed her breasts from underneath, lifting them up behind the apron, displaying their tremendous weight and size to the crowd. They flowed over the sides of her hands, jiggling wildly, and this time both popped out from behind her apron. Philia watched her with glee as she fought back a moan.

“Mmph… Do you think anyone obsessed with control could ever end up with such huge, luscious boobs?” She turned around, dropping her breasts and grabbing handfuls of her enormous ass cheeks. “Or this fabulous ass?”

“Of course not! I was miserable, bored, and ugly! But that all changed when I let sweetness back in and let it take over! Now, sugar is every part of my life, and I’m fat, free and happy!”

She punctuated “fat” with a slap of her butt, making her lower body jiggle. “And that’s what I’m offering you beautiful people today! Fat, free, happy, and above all sweet. My treats and sweet delights will help you achieve what I have and help you let go. And, of course, my special prize: buy a product, get a number! If your number gets called, you go backstage with me for an up close and personal look at how Candy Cass’ Temptations are made!’

That announcement drew the biggest cheer from the crowd yet, especially punctuated as it was by a shake of Cassie’s massive, nude breasts and then a turn and bow to show off the entire expanse of her cookie-crust ass. Philia raised an eyebrow as she spotted clear evidence of trickles of cream running down the confectionary girl’s thighs.

It was a clever little business venture – Philia had to admit, even with Cassie’s mind permanently fogged with the need for cock, the former fat fighter still had a canny head for business. The sweet treats her body produced would have amazing effects on the consumers – each swig of chocolate syrup making guys an inch or two bigger, each tablespoon of whipped cream adding a few cup sizes to the average girl, giving either one a savage boost to their libido, wearing off after a day or two. If they were careful, a bottle would last a few months. Not long enough to completely flatten the market, but just long enough to make it worth going back again for another hit. There was also the lovely side effect of making cum and pussy juice taste like cake icing: basically the ultimate sexual aid.

A crush of buyers mobbed the table, grabbing bottles of chocolate syrup, tubs of thickened cream and jars of jelly. Philia crept around, opting for some jelly. Cassie offered encouragement from the stage, both by her words and by the way her hands crept across her body, tweaking her nipples, caressing her stomach and ducking behind her increasingly stained and sticky apron. Within minutes the stall was mostly empty, some people already opening their purchases and greedily slurping down the contents, everyone paying attention to their numbers as a bingo cage was wheeled out on stage by a tall man Philia didn’t recognise but could tell by his stride and the cut of his pants was seriously packing.

Cassie bent over behind the cage, breasts hanging and bobbing against each other, turning the handle of the cage as she looked across the crowd with a sultry leer. “And the first lucky sweetheart is… Number 46! Come on up!”

Number 46 turned out to be as small, slim blond girl with a substantial bust, who turned and looked apologetically at her male partner before dropping his hand to bound happily up onto the stage. As she reached the centre near the cage, Cassie grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close and locking lips to a chorus of whoops and whistles. Cassie kissed the winning girl almost savagely, hands roaming down to caress her body, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her close into the kiss. The girl stumbled back to the side of the stage, dazed and smeared with chocolate, as Cassie turned back to the crowd, wiping her mouth.

3 more winners were chosen in the same way, their number called, brought up unto stage and deeply kissed. As the last ball was to be drawn, Philia surreptitiously waved a hand at waist-level, eyes focused on the cage, and smiled wryly as the pulchritudinous host called out the number she’d snagged with her bottle of syrup.

Cassie’s eyes went wide as Philia walked up onto the stage. In her shock, Philia was able to grab her and plant her own kiss on the dumbstruck porn star. Cassie recovered, shaking her head and squeezing her thighs together, then turned back to the crowd with a flourish.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! You’ve all been wonderful! Remember, stay sweet, stay happy!”

Her male attendant started showing the winners backstage, leading them over to the room her team had booked at the convention centre for her after-show prize giveaway. As they walked over, Cassie hung close to Philia, unable to take her eyes off the little witch as she rubbed strings of cream from her cunt.

“You… You’re that girl from that day at the health convention…”

Philia smiled and winked. Cassie looked down at her own body, her hands working away at her crotch and one of her breasts. Jelly was already trickling down the soft slope of her tit, and she was leaving a trail of cream drips.

“Does that mean you… You did this to me?”

“Maybe. I did say you needed a closer relationship with sugar.”

They looked ahead where the door had been opened to the boudoir she had set up. Cassie’s prize winners were already stripping naked, swigging their treats in preparation for meeting their goddess. Dominic, her attendant, was standing at the ready, all fourteen inches of his taut, thick dick pulsing in heartbeat rhythm. Cassie turned back to Philia, biting her lip.

“Thank you.”

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Lab Accident 3 - Rebirth

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Brooke groaned, staggering through the door of her bedroom, sweating and clutching her churning stomach. She'd come back home after church instead of heading over to her grandparents place with the rest of the family, protesting the sudden wave of heat and nausea that had passed over her in church.

Her room was the same as it had been since she was thirteen, with the pale pink walls, fuzzy carpet and the white and pink throw pillows on a floral bedspread, along with the requisite crucifix on the wall. She was nineteen now, but her parents didn't deal well with change.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, flipping on the small TV on her dresser as she nursed her tender stomach. The feeling of heat was building; her tiny breasts felt like they were on fire, as did her other parts she tried not to give too much thought. She shifted her skinny thighs in discomfort.

A news bulletin flashed up on the TV. "Good morning Hazelton, I'm Sandra Caraway,"
"and I'm Bruce Shearer,"
"and we're ZZPT News Five with a breaking update."

Brooke's brow wrinkled. "We're seeing updates from scientific organisations around the US about a burst of energy that was picked up roughly twenty minutes ago, unlike anything they'd ever encountered. It appears to have propagated throughout the ionosphere, disrupting radio transmission and burning out some sensitive, high-precision electronics."

The male anchor looked vaguely uncomfortable as his counterpart spoke. He stretched his neck back and forth, adjusting his tie, until he seemed to miss his cue and jumped slightly. "Uh, yes. Authorities are saying there seems to be no chance of direct harm to people, but to contact your doctor if you begin to feel, uh..."

He trailed off, looking dazed. At the same time, Brooke felt the heat in her body dissipate, replaced by a sensation of relaxation that spread throughout her chest and between her thighs. She touched one of her breasts and yelped as heat suddenly flared through them one more time, followed by a feeling of pressure and bloat.

She spread her thighs apart as the same tender, bloated feeling blossomed through her pubic mound, her breath coming faster and more frantic. She heard a shriek from the television and looked up to see the male anchor sliding back from the desk, his hands running through his hair which, astoundingly, seemed to be growing before their eyes.

Brooke yelped as the pressure in her breasts surged, making her jump. Her hands flew to her modest mounds as the pressure hit again, when she realised that she could feel movement against her palms. A cold chill of fear passed through her as, at the same time, she saw the suit of the news anchor on the screen grow loose around him.

Was she... changing? Was that possible? She stood up, groaning at the sensation of her tender pussy being pressed together, and wandered across the hall into the bathroom as the television switched to a technical difficulties splash screen.

She pulled off her top and gasped as she saw breastflesh overflowing the cups of her plain white bra in the mirror. Before her eyes, she felt another sickening surge of pressure, like her stomach after a too-large meal, and her breasts swelled even more against the bra, her straps creaking.

She felt panic flood her mind, grabbing her breasts and trying to push them back, feeling the burning heat in her clammy palms as they swelled outwards against the protestations of her bra, which began to cut into the tender skin.

Transfixed on her breasts, it wasn't until she stepped back that she realised things didn't feel right between her legs, either. She pulled up her skirt and gasped as she revealed the swollen mound filling her panties to breaking point. She watched in shock as whatever was inside her panties continued to expand until her shocked reverie was broken by the sight of her tits entering her field of vision, her bra quivering as it struggled to hold together.

She took a deep breath and it snapped, flying off her boobs and hitting the mirror, leaving angry red marks across the tops of her tits which fell down against her chest with a slap. She cupped one with her right hand and moaned as that feeling flooded through her again, her legs shaking and prompting another burst of growth in her pelvis. She pulled her bloating boobs aside and looked down to find it had changed form, a smaller growth expanding outwards while a second, larger one filled downwards.

The fire had died away by now, leaving only intense pleasure as her breasts and pubis slowly grew and she staggered back to the bed in shock. The TV was back, sans the male reporter, the female reporter visibly shaken.

"Um, viewers, I don't know what to say. We are receiving reports of what can only be called transformations, happening across the city. There appears to be no pattern to where they occur... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, oh God, Bruce..."

There was a moan from off camera. "The transformations appear to be exclusively obscenely sexual in nature. We cannot describe them, nor can we show any video, and we also certainly suggest you take small children away from the vicinity of anyone afflicted by the changes..."

Her eyes kept darting back to the side. There was a yell and the sound of struggle, and a called-out "He's loose!" before a hail of thick, pearly goo sprayed out over the reporter and the feed was cut again.

Brooke was sweating again, laying back on her bed, but now for an entirely different reason. She trembled with the sensations from her breasts, though they were rapidly starting to be outpaced by the feelings from between her legs. The feeling of tightness was compounded by the pressure of her panties until they finally gave way, shredding with the passage of a huge, thick cock that swung downwards from the ruined waistband and thumped heavily on the bed before it began to throb, slowly climbing to erection.

By the time she was done screaming, it had reached full hardness, standing up proudly from her body and bobbing with her frantic heartbeat. Her legs lay spread apart to make room for it, as well as for the continued growth of the far larger mound beneath it. Her now bountiful breasts lay hanging to either side of her chest.

She closed her eyes, praying desperately, trying to shut out the sensations and the fear. The vision of the throbbing prick kept invading her thoughts, each muttered prayer spoiled by the mental image of the shaft climbing from between her legs.

Some time back, her mother had caught her looking at the men in a dirty magazine a friend at school had given her. She'd watched awkwardly as her mother tore up the pages and threw them into the trash. She'd sat beet-red as her mother lectured her on filth, perversion and sin, and how pornography and nudity were conduits for the devil to enter her body.

Was that what this was? Had the devil filled her soul? Was he the one pushing those images into her mind, no matter how hard she prayed? She opened her eyes, greeted again with the sight of the penis bobbing gently. She gingerly reached out, her forearm brushing one of her breasts, and touched it. It reacted angrily, bobbing towards her and sending a pleasurable shiver through her body which made her abdominals flex. She blinked, and touched it again, more gently, exhaling lightly as her fingers brushed against the thick meat.

It didn't feel evil, but that was the problem. Sin was tempting. Sin felt good. Beneath her dick, her scrotum was swelling, its insides having now divided into two enormous, still-growing testicles that showed no sign of slowing down. She grabbed them, groaning as the smooth orbs bloated against her hands. They felt soft and warm, the flesh giving way under her probing fingers. She shuddered, falling back with her eyes closed, desperately wishing away what was happening to her.

She needed to get it out of her sight. She rolled over to her left, feeling the weight of her boob as it rolled across the side of her body and cascaded over onto her other one with a slap, before she rolled all the way onto her stomach. Her breasts piled between her arms, her testicles laying on the bed between her spread thighs. She groaned at the sensations of all the warm flesh between her and the bed, burying her face in the pillow.

Her hands drifted to her breasts subconsciously, her hips slowly moving back and forth and grinding her cock against the soft cotton sheets. She gasped, flinging herself back over, her boobs colliding again and her cock swinging back to point at the ceiling. She threw her hands to either side of the bed, taking shallow, desperate breaths.

It lurched, straining the muscles in her groin. The more she tried to ignore it, the more painfully hard it became. It wasn't going to go away on its own. She remembered hearing her mother talking about cold showers for her brother as a way of keeping the devil away; could that work?

She rolled to the side, her balls falling heavily against the sheets and dragging along in front of her thighs as she swung her legs off the bed. She hoisted herself up against the weight of her new breasts, feeling them slap against her chest, and came face to face with the gently bobbing head of her own erection.

It came up to about her chin, blushing red and glistening. Another tug on her overworked muscles and it bumped gently against her face, withdrawing a rattling breath from her. It felt good. The touch of her skin against it reverberated down the shaft and through her body, making it throb and beg for more as her mouth grew moist.

All thoughts of cold showers dissolved instantly. She reached up, letting her fingers drift down the bottom side of the bulbous head, shivering as her fingers curled around underneath the flared ridge. She moved her hand down and pressed the tips into the soft underside, rubbing them in a small circle and moaning as the pleasure flowed straight into her spine.

She shifted forward to sit at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and letting her hefty sack fall down between them and bump into the side of the mattress. Standing, her testicles would have hung down to above her knees, the size of large, elongated honeydew melons and astoundingly heavy. They ached, as well, although that may have just been from impact. Her cock bumped against her chin as she shifted.

She tried to push it away, but instead her hand began tugging softly up and down. Her cock was too long for her hand to make it all the way down to the base, leaving her rubbing just the top half. Her other hand wrapped down near the middle and started tugging in a parallel rhythm.

She knew this was a dreadful sin, but she couldn't stop herself. Tugging at her cock made her eyes roll with sensation, her hips bucking it into her hands. The skin was thick and heavy and difficult to move, but her shaft was so sensitive that even small motions brought huge pleasure.

She grunted and whined, tugging as much sensation out of her dick as she could manage. With both her hands, she was able to cover the whole length of her cock in slow, deliberate pumps. She began keening moans, the likes of which she'd never heard come out of her mouth, her hair slicked to her face with sweat.

Something was happening. She could feel a sensation building along the shaft, a delicious combination of pressure and emptiness that started just below the tip and throbbed all the way down the central vein. Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat racing. Spikes of sensation started bursting down from the tip, making her body jerk forward with each one as her abs crunched. They came harder, more frequent, until her muscles strained with the effort of pulling her towards her cock, and finally...

She shrieked. Her body jerked back, stretching out as a lance of fire slashed up the tip of her cock and her pelvic muscles contracted hard enough to snap. Her hips bucked up as a voluminous rope of thick, pearly fluid jetted from the tip. It shot out with such force that she could actually hear it squirt, the whole viscous string flying to collide with the ceiling halfway across the room. the single sensation of shooting went on for what had to have been two or three seconds.

Her hips bucked again with another flare of sensation and a second jet of spunk blasted from her cock and splattered against the ceiling above her, her muscles clamping for another few seconds to propel it. She sat rolling her hips forward for a third, a fourth, a fifth shot, each time crippling her with sensation as her balls unloaded their bounty.

It was at the tenth painfully powerful shot that she began to sob, pleading with her cock to stop cumming. It barely even flagged, though, twenty seconds of constant orgasm only allowing it to hit its stride. She cried in between moans as her orgasm went on, thirty seconds, a minute, two minutes.

"Ggghh-s-sttooop, plleaa-aaaAAAHH!"

She staggered up, dimly realising that maybe a cold shower would stop it. Her balls slammed into the back of her legs, forcing an extra-hard shot that made her knees quiver, unbalancing her with the weight of her new tits and carrying her straight over onto the carpet, ready for her cock to shoot another load of cum straight up between her cleavage. She staggered to her knees, crawling forward across the creamy puddle and dragging her dangling nipples through it until the sensation brought another extra-hard shot from her cock that send her tumbling face-first into the glistening spunk.

She coughed, spitting, and made another effort to try and get back on her feet that was again stymied as her muscles locked up to fire another rope of cum. Her balls bounced off the backs of her thin calves as she shrieked and scrabbled forward as far as she could until she fell out into the hallway, sobbing as a rope of cum fired up across the drywall when she fell against the doorframe. She managed to get to her feet and stagger into the nearby bathroom, slicked with cum and leaving a slimy trail of destruction, before she greeted the crisp white tiles with another torrent of cum.

She'd been cumming continuously for over five minutes now, and she was still shooting as hard as ever. She pulled herself up on the bathtub with a wracking sob and tumbled over into it, howling as she accidentally trapped her pendulous balls below her legs as she turned over and her tits hit her in the face with a moist slap. Grimacing, she spread her legs to allow her testicles passage and groaned as another three-second spasm forced more cum out and into the bath.

She pulled herself up on weak arms to reach out and try to turn on the shower knobs, her own cockhead greeting her as she did with a blast of spunk straight to the face.

She fell back, coughing, too drained of energy to do any more. She simply laid back in the bath and let whatever was happening to her work through, allowing her cock to jet cum all over her body. She couldn't stop the involuntary roll of her hips, though, bucking her ass off the bottom of the bath every time she shot off, again and again and again.

Each one blurred together, leaving her unable to tell when each spasm of her overworked muscles stopped and the next began. She was beyond pleasure or pain at this point, able to do nothing but sit and squeal through the assault on her body and mind.

Her shots were finally dropping in force, though, now just launching ropes of cum up her body, across her gigantic tits and over her face. They were still heavy and thick, though. She dimly noticed that her scrotum seemed to have shrunk in the time since she started cumming, still perched atop her thighs and by now glistening under a sheen of sperm like the rest of her body.

It barely even came as a relief when she finally stopped, the last few ounces of spunk dribbling softly from the end of her dick as the spasms died down. She pulled herself up with a groan and felt a thick layer slide off her body, dripping down onto the bottom of the bath. Her legs trembled as she tried to stand back up, sending her back down into the sticky layer with a squelch, her boobs bouncing. Her balls, however, had shrunk down to only the size of eggs.

She couldn't move. Any effort to get back on her feet would only result in another fall. She panted, resolving to get up as soon as she could and clean up some of the gallons of jizz in the tub. Her eyes went wide, though, as she heard the crunch of tires on the outside driveway.


The glow of the laptop illuminated Brooke's face as she tapped away at the keyboard. It cast its glow over a white antique-style desk that was cluttered with papers and pamphlets, along with a large stack of open letters. Her hand brushed the corner of one of the letters.

"Your daughter is an abomination and a sin against God. For the sake of your own souls, she must be cast out or destroyed."

She sighed, leaning back in the chair. A message popped up on her screen from her friend Katrina. "Seriously, reading those letters isn't good for you."

She sighed again, typing back. "I know. I can't seem to stop, though. I had another argument with my parents. A really bad one. It's getting worse every day."

She groaned, spreading her legs apart a little more. She was going to have to do something about that soon, but as usual, she'd resolved to wait until she was sure that everybody was asleep. She didn't need another lecture about her sinful desires.

"I keep telling you, Brooke. You need to come across to Houghton, meet up with me and come to Rebirth with us. There's nothing left for you there."

Brooke groaned, burying her face in her hands, her elbows squeezing around her bosom. The tears were coming again, but she fought them off. What Katrina was saying was absolutely true, and she just didn't want to admit it. She had no future here any more. Not after the storm.

Since the day her parents had discovered in in the bathroom, barely-conscious in a pool of her own jizz, she'd been struggling with the demands of her body and the admonishments of her family. She realised very quickly that her testicles were swelling back up after her first cum. Within an hour, barely after she'd managed to clean up her mess, they'd more than doubled in size.

She'd asked to go to the doctor, but her parents shut the idea down instantly. They'd heard on the news that the radiation storm pulled its effects from people's subconscious minds, that it only affected those who were deep down thinking impure thoughts. There was no cure for impurity besides penance, and if she prayed and denied herself Satan's desires that God would cleanse her.

She took the lecture to heart. For three days she tried desperately to deny her need to touch herself again. She took cold showers, exercised, anything she could think of to distract her from the insistent throbbing of her dick. It didn't get any easier, though. Along with the pain, as her balls bloated, she became more excitable, the lust building up inside her until even the sight of her own breasts got her hard. By day three, her erections were on a hair-trigger and her testicles were the size of beach balls. Already banned from leaving the house, lest someone in their neighbourhood realise what happened to her, she stopped leaving her room entirely. She could barely even walk on account of the massive weight that collided with her knees on every step.

When she finally gave up, she came for over three and a half hours. She was sure she passed out partway through, but her body didn't care, still insistently draining her buildup one agonising cumshot at a time. She realised from that point on that no matter what her parents said, she had to masturbate. She had to cum. Fortunately her parents thought her self-control was purging the devil.

She tapped a quick "brb" to Katrina, pushing back from the chair and standing up, bow-legged to avoid crushing her bloated testicles before she could step back, letting them swing in front of her legs. It had been over six hours since she came, and they were each easily nearly four inches across by now and starting to ache. She stared at the things for a moment, and then wandered into the bathroom, grabbing a sock and a plastic bag as she went. She grabbed her penis, slowly tugging it, stifling the moan as she felt it begin to bloat and thicken in her hand.

She was ashamed to admit it, but she'd begun trying to research the behaviour of her new body on the Internet. A lot of resources existed for the new mutants springing up across the country, and along with emotional support was, of course, personal advice. A lot of personal advice, in tremendous detail. It seemed mutants thought about sex all the time, and were more than happy to advise other mutants on how they could best use their bodies for pleasure, or simply deal with their conditions as well as possible.

She sat on the edge of the toilet, slowly pumping her cock to full erection, before pulling it up, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them around it. Her head darted forward, sinking down onto the tip as she took several inches into her mouth.

The first time she did this, at the prompting of her mutant forum, she'd barely been able to keep her hands on her tits after the explosion of pleasure from the sensation of her mouth on her cock. By now, though, she was a practised hand at it, and skilfully tugged her mounds up and down against the thick shaft as she took her cock to the back of her throat. She'd discovered that she was unusually flexible after her transformation, and with some effort (and as long as she wasn't TOO hard) she could get halfway down the length of her cock, but that precluded being able to titfuck herself, and by now she adored the feeling of the pillowy softness against her manhood. A more reasonable blowjob and room for a tit-fuck was far better.

She grunted, feeling the now-familiar building sensation of an orgasm, and popped her dick out of her mouth to point it at the tub and start pumping with her hands. She'd made the mistake of trying to swallow before, and while it felt good and deliciously naughty, she came far too hard to be able to focus on swallowing her entire load without making a mess that she would then have to desperately clean to hide the evidence of her lapse in self-control.

By now, six hours on, her balls were packed with roughly six heavy quarts of cum so thick it looked like shampoo. In the experiments she ran to keep herself sane, she'd worked out it took her about 3 minutes of constant orgasm to squeeze out each quart. It made the idea of draining down a little daunting, especially when she was so limited in the time she had available to masturbate, but she knew that if she did nothing it would only get worse. The longer she left it to drain, the more cripplingly hard she'd shoot when she finally came.

She knelt down on the bathmat at the edge of the tub, stuffing the sock in her mouth to stifle the moans and gasps as her cock lurched, her hips straining forward as it began to shoot off. Muffling her sexual noises was probably the hardest part of dealing with her hyper-extended orgasms, since by five or ten minutes in she could barely stay upright, let alone focus on silence. The beautiful few hours she occasionally got when her family were all out were the best, when she was able to fully enjoy the pleasures of her body without worrying about being discovered.

She spent the next twenty or so minutes unloading the contents of her balls into the tub as they slowly shrank back to their normal size. She gripped her cock, pressing her fingers into the middle of the shaft and squeezing up a few more large globs of spunk. She'd found if she left any in it would irritate and stimulate her and make her build up far faster, so she was careful to milk as much cum out as possible.

She got up with a sigh, grabbing the plastic bag and scooping as much cum into it as she could. She'd gotten warnings from her boards that too much cum could block up pipes. Before the bags she'd used a plastic waste basket.

She wandered back into her bedroom, sitting back down at the computer and staring at Katrina's messages. Rebirth. The mutant city. Could she do it? The idea of running away was terrifying, she'd never known anything else, any other life. As bad as it was here, was it worth the unknown?

She jumped as she heard a thump on her door. "Brooke! You'd better not be defiling yourself in there, girl! You still haven't purged that devil's taint from your sinful body!"

Brooke went beet-red as her mother stomped away. She started typing furiously to Katrina.

"I'm leaving tonight."

It was definitely worth it.


Kyle had been home alone when the storm hit. Watching lesbian porn, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone. The first symptom he noticed was a stiffness in his neck and through his shoulders and pain and heat down his ribs. He noticed that the pain went away if he tilted his head to the right. After a little while of holding his head cocked, he realised that he actually struggled to move it back.

He could feel a prickling sensation all through his face and body, as well, and it finally got irritating enough for him to go to his mirror and see if something was wrong with his skin. The sight that hit him was nothing short of shocking.

Kyle had always been fairly thin, but his face had perceptibly changed shape. His lips were plumper, his cheeks rounder and his jaw softened. His blond hair had grown longer, straightening out from its usual shag. He gasped as he realised that his head had also migrated right on his body, his neck no longer in the centre of his shoulders.

He leaned in, wide-eyed, realising that his hair was still growing. There was a twinge from the left side of his shoulders, and as he raised a hand to rub it he felt a strange pressure from just below his shoulder joint. He also felt the same heat and pressure spreading across his chest.

He pulled off his t-shirt, grimacing as he felt his sides twitch, and stared blankly at the second set of nipples that had appeared on his lower chest. It took him a moment to realise that the flesh underneath all four was swollen, and then another moment before the realisation hit him. Long hair, soft features, swollen chest and, he realised, growing hips.

"Am I... turning into a girl? What the fuck is going on?"

His hair had lengthened down to past his neck now, straight and blond. The tilt in his neck had eased, but his head still looked as though it had moved; in fact, his shoulders actually looked wider.

He shrieked as a bump suddenly appeared on the left side of his shoulders, not realising how feminine it sounded. At the same time the swelling under his nipples surged forward, now unmistakeably a pair of B-cup breasts. It was joined by a pressure in his groin, right between his legs. He struggled for a moment to get his pants down over his expanded hips and let out a moan of shock as he saw his penis shrink away, disappearing into a patch of smooth skin. His balls were already gone.

He groaned as the pressure under his arms doubled, a pair of fleshy bumps swelling out from under his armpits. His face no longer bore any evidence of masculinity, instead having shifted to an astoundingly pretty girl with a small button nose, wide eyes, full lips and long, luscious blond hair. His four breasts were still growing, now clearing hand-filling D-cups with no sign of slowing. He looked back down between his legs, half expecting to see the line of a new vagina, but instead there was only another large swelling bump.

He ran his hands across his sweating forehead and through his hair, and stopped as he saw the growing bumps under his arms twitch as he moved. He touched them, gasping as he realised they were twitching with the movement of his arms. They kept swelling, until they could hardly be called bumps any more. He tensed his muscles, and the stumps flexed and moved.

He was starting to hyperventilate. The lump on his neck and the one between his legs were swelling rapidly, his breasts were still growing and the stumps of flesh sprouting from the sides of his body lengthened by the second.

His stomach growled and twisted as he saw his navel begin to split in half like a dividing cell, taking his now-trim abdominals with it and dividing them until he had two sets of abs travelling up from each side of his wide hips to the bottom of his chest, where they joined. The lengths growing from his sides reached the length of his arms, slowly reshaping, until he watched in shock as a set of fingers grew out of the end.

Four arms. He had four arms. He didn't even have to guess what was happening between his legs, watching in resigned horror as it formed into a third leg. He could feel slashes of pain inbetween the legs, groaning at the idea of what he knew was happening.

Suddenly, he blacked out. He lost all sense of sight, sound, taste and smell, left only with what he could feel with the rest of his body. A white-hot pain lanced through his mind where his senses had been, and then an explosion of colours before his vision, followed shortly by a cacophony of sound. He blinked until the colours cleared and his vision swam back into focus, then stopped, trying to work out what was wrong.

He blinked again. He waved a hand in front of his eyes. And in front of his other eyes.

He turned to the mirror again and screamed a stereo scream. There on the left side of his shoulders was a second head, blinking in the new light. It was bald and pink-skinned but otherwise looked a lot like his first head, and as he watched he could see and feel little fuzzy strands of hair starting to form on its scalp.

He felt around, trying to work out how his double-headed vision operated. His heads processed independently, and with a little effort he realised he could look in two directions at once. He could feel new connections burning in his brains as he independently moved each of his four arms. By the time he felt somewhat comfortable, his new head had long, flowing pitch-black locks that reached down nearly to his ass, the same length as his first head's blond hair.

He reached down between one set of his legs and met his new moist pussy. His fingers dragged up and encountered his dual clitorises. Another of his hands palmed one of his four hefty G-cups. He looked back in the mirror, both of his heads biting their lip with anticipation.



Brooke trudged to the bus stop, dragging her suitcase along behind her. Even though it was late, she still felt conspicuous and out of place. Her parents hadn't allowed her to buy new clothes since her transformation, claiming that she wouldn't need them once she properly repented, and that her ill-fitting clothes would serve to remind her. That meant she had breasts larger than her head stuffed into a shirt made for a skinny waif with A-cups, and no bra. She could already tell the stitching under the arms wasn't long for this world. Fortunately she had a skirt long and modest enough to mostly cover her bulge, although the idea of getting a boner was terrifying, especially since she had no underwear large enough to hold her mutant package and certainly not large enough to cope with even an hour of swelling cum.

She certainly wished she had some underwear by the end of the twenty-minute walk to the stop. After roughly an hour packing clothes, her laptop and some important memories of her old life, her balls were large and heavy enough to swing back and forth and rebound off her thighs as she walked. She'd changed her gait to cope, but it was still a large amount of tender flesh to have swinging every which possible way.

She got onto the bus, mercifully with a driver she didn't know. His eyes bugged out at the sight of her enormous breasts jiggling back and forth in her t-shirt, but that meant he wasn't looking for the bulge in her skirt. The bus ride was fitful and anxious, as she had to sit with her legs spread further and further apart to make room for her swelling sack over the two-hour journey.

With little to do besides wallow in the company of her own thoughts, her mind went where it tended to of late: sex, and then guilt. While she wasn't at the period in her expansion where her libido became increasingly erratic and she became prone to spontaneous erections, without anything else to distract her she couldn't help but start to grow hard.

She held down her swelling cock with her hands and took a deep breath to try and calm down-

shrrrrrip

-and her breasts tore right out of her shirt. Her hands flew up to cover her nipples, letting her erection swing up pulling her skirt with it until it nearly slid off the tip. She tried to corral her boobs with one arm across the nipples and push down her cock as she could feel every eye on her. She heard footsteps, and a cold chill ran down her neck.

Someone's going to complain and I'll get kicked off and oh God...

A hand appeared in front of her vision, holding a wool blanket. Brooke looked at the small, serious-faced old lady holding the blanket, and accepted it sheepishly. The lady leaned in.

"My granddaughter's like you. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean. I'd hope someone would do this for her as well."

Brooke took the blanket, wrapping it around herself and, as the old lady moved back to her seat near the back of the bus, began to sob.



Brooke stepped off the bus at Houghton station, still wrapped in the blanket. Her erection had finally gone down, but that just meant her balls had grown even faster.

She spied a figure standing at the corner of the station, outside the lights, wearing a large trenchcoat. It turned to the side, revealing a second head that made Brooke gasp.

"Katrina?"

The girl turned both heads towards her, breaking into double smiles. "Brooke! You-"
"-finally came! It's-"
"-so great to meet you!"

She ran forward, pulling Brooke into a deep hug. Brooke leaned in for a kiss on the cheek to the blond head. Katrina poked the cheek of her brunette head.

"And now-"
"-this one."

Instead of a peck on the cheek, though, Katrina moved her mouth to catch Brooke in a deep tongue kiss. Brooke shuddered, feeling her cock pulse almost instantly and start to throb before she pulled away.

"What are you doing?!"

Katrina's brunette head grinned. "Saying hello, cutie. It's how we-"
"-muties do it. Come on, we're only a block-"
"-from here. You can meet-"
"the others."

The final line was spoken in unison. Katrina seemed to not have great control of which head was speaking, with sentences jumping back and forth between the two or coming from both.

It was only as she began to walk away that Brooke noticed her three-legged gait. Her legs moved forward in a back-and-forth order, middle, left, middle, right, middle. Brooke had to practically jog to keep up with her, holding her boobs tightly under the blanket. "Did that take much getting used to?"

"Yeah, it took-"
"-me a while. For the first-"
"-couple of weeks I kept tripping over."

She giggled a stereo giggle. "I got used to two cunts right away, though!"

Brooke was uncomfortably aware of her reaction to Katrina talking like that, feeling the lurch in her groin muscles. "How do you deal with... you know, the urges? How do you stop yourself from just touching yourself all the time?"

Katrina's brows wrinkled. "I don't understand? Why-"
"-would you stop touching yourself?"

Brooke huffed, her balls bouncing off her legs as she tried to keep pace. "I mean, can't it- doesn't it go away? If you stop?"

The doublegirl laughed, a crystal-clear stereo mirth. "Oh, baby, no. It never-"
"-goes away. There's no "cure." We're-"
"-stuck like this."

She winked with her blond head. "Not that I mind."

That stopped Brooke dead, her nuts swinging forward with her momentum and her boobs bouncing. "You- you LIKE this?"

"Honey, you never realised?"
"I mean it was a shock, yeah, but-"
"-after I got used to it, I started-"
"-loving it."

The idea that her friend enjoyed her condition had never occurred to Brooke. She knew Katrina had come to terms with it, and certainly enjoyed the sex, but just enjoying what she was? That was possible?

"How could you enjoy this? What's happened to us?"

"How could I not? I'm-"
"-hot, my body feels great. All the, like-"
"-questions you normally have about what you-"
"-should be doing and why just disappear."

She sighed, almost happily, speaking in unison. "I feel... free."

"Don't you miss your family? Your friends? Your life?!"

She shrugged. "This life is better. I'm-"
"-interesting. I'm a freak. I'm-"
"-sexy."

Brooke couldn't deny that. She was still nursing a semi-hardon from Katrina's kiss earlier. Katrina pointed over toward a run-down building.

"Over there. We're squatting."
"There's power, and we get municipal wi-fi."
"Come on, I want you to meet the others."



Brooke climbed a few stairs and ladders behind Katrina, trying and failing not to look at the girl's triple-cheeked ass. She was fully hard by the time they got to the right room.

As abandoned as the rest of the building, it had been made cozy with blankets, pillows and light, carving out a large comfortable corner. Several laptops and a smartphone were plugged into a power strip that led out the door.

Two girls were on the cushion pile, one of them waving to Katrina as she walked back in. The other pouted sullenly.

The pouting one sat with her arms folded underneath her immense bust. It was even bigger than Brooke's, but appeared to be somehow  perkier, standing out in almost perfect teardrops. They were so perky that they somehow only curved down to just the top of her stomach, where Brooke's enormous, more natural-looking mounds hung to her navel.

She was nude, but wreathed in a waterfall of wavy hair so blond it was nearly yellow, that cascaded on the cushions around her and would have hung nearly to the floor when she stood up, extending a foot out either side of her body.

Her face was perfectly, if thickly, made up, with dark eyeliner that made her eyes look huge and vapid and bright pink lipstick on her thick, plush lips. Brooke could just see behind the mass of her boobs that she had a tiny, pinched-in wasp waist.

The other girl was actually clothed, though her top appeared overstuffed and her skirt revealed a large tent and attempted to wrap around wide, curvaceous hips. Brooke realised her shirt was overstuffed because of the third breast nestled in it, and though her breasts weren't close to Brooke's own, let alone the other girl, they would have been called large on any conventional woman.

"Brooke, this is Soleil-" Katrina waved a hand at the clothed mutant, "-and this is Alex."



Soleil wandered into the bathroom, sweating. She'd been all ready that morning to head into the office and put the finishing touches on the Pandesky case, but she'd suddenly come down with a case of nausea.

By the time she'd reached the bathroom, though, the sickness had faded, but had been replaced with a burning heat all through her chest, focused on her (rather large, she was proud to say) breasts, as well as a similar heat in her groin.

She stripped off her suit jacket and her button-down shirt, revealing a utilitarian white bra. She could feel a strange tingling on her ribcage, right between her breasts. She poked there and gasped as her finger sank right down to the first knuckle in what should have been bone.

When she withdrew her finger, a small bump popped up along with it. As she looked on in shock, it swelled further, changing shape and spreading out until she could only describe it as an erect nipple.

She groaned as pressure built up in her breasts and behind her new nipple, along with a similar pressure through her hips and her pubic mound. She felt the pressure flare, and her boobs surged against the cups of her bra, the fabric of the straps creeping as titflesh swelled against the cups. At the same time, her tight pencil skirt tore down the sides as her hips suddenly widened several inches.

The pressure was especially bad in the centre of her chest, and even as her boobs expanded she could see the bump between them playing rapid catch-up until it wobbled and jostled for space in her already overstuffed bra. She reached back and unhooked it, letting out an involuntary moan as her heavy breasts fell free and slapped against her chest, including what could now only be described as her third tit. She touched its nipple and pitched forward, knees shaking as pleasure rocketed through her body. Her clit lurched hard, the pressure in her groin doubling behind it as she cupped and palmed her swelling, hypersensitive breasts.

Her clit suddenly tightened even more, her muscles straining hard. There was a slash of blinding pain through it and a sickening organic noise, and a large, misshapen bump began to rise up in the front of her skirt. Trembling, she reached a hand down and touched it, gasping as it throbbed.

It swelled further, straining at the already-ruined shreds of her skirt until they tore completely, allowing two thick thirteen-inch cocks to fall down and throb to full erection, holding up the remaining flap of her skirt.

Transfixed, she pushed the flap of fabric aside, peering over her expanded triple-bust to watch them throb. Still cupping one of her breasts with her left hand, she reached down and wrapped her right hand around the top shaft, taking in a sharp intake of breath as the pleasure flooded into her body.

She began to rub her hand around it, teasing into the ridge under the head with her fingers and stroking her nails lightly down the underside, making her shiver and gasp. Within minutes she was slowly stroking it, exulting in the sensation all the way up the lengthy shaft. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen and she had two of them. She knew she should have been upset, even freaked out, but the sensations were too good.

She looked around, realising someone could walk into the bathroom at any moment, and ducked into a stall, her cocks bouncing as she moved. She felt underneath them, finding a swelling bump at the top of her pussy, just below her lower shaft. Her pussy suddenly felt full, like there was something inside her. Her muscles spasmed and, with her brow crinkling in confusion, she pushed.

An egg-sized mass popped out from under the lump, filling and stretching the skin around it and drawing a yelp from her  The sensation grew again, and within minutes she'd pushed a second fleshy egg into the rapidly-swelling sac.

She went back to stroking herself, periodically groaning and pushing another mass out. After the first one, her cocks had begun leaking, pearly precum beading at the tips and dripping down the length of her shafts. She'd gripped and tugged her hand from the base to the top of her upper dick and been rewarded with a weighty glob of the stuff that dripped down over her hand, lubing the passage of her fingers.

She was a throbbing, hot, sloppy mess. The flow of precum didn't stop, and if anything only increased as she jerked her dick, ignoring the protesting throbs and the petulant dripping of her other shaft. I'll deal with you later!

Later, however, didn't seem forthcoming. She sat and tugged for what felt like ages, and though several times she felt it get tantalisingly close, each time the feelings receded, leaving only a belch of precum in its wake. She stopped, panting, realising that whatever she was doing wasn't working. In the interim, she grunted and squeezed out another testicle into her overstuffed scrotum, both shafts heralding the event by dripping more goo.

This isn't working. Maybe if I... She pulled her left hand from her tender breast and reached down to her lower dick, starting to pump it amateurishly as her right hand went back to work. The sensation from double-masturbation was nearly too much to bear, her hips bucking as moist gasps died in her throat.

Keeping up a rhythm on even a single cock with her dominant hand was hard enough under the onslaught, let alone jerking off two at once. She did her best but her efforts were fruitless, both cocks stuck in a cycle of coming close to orgasm and then fading, leaving nothing but a horrifying tease and another voluminous string of precum in its wake. It seemed that unless she got both cocks on the edge at the same time, she couldn't cum. She started to sob, her hands soaked in her pre, gliding up and down the slick shafts of her dicks in trembling staccato motions as she tried her hardest to finally bring herself off...



Katrina sprawled out on a pile of cushions, kicking off her shoes and stretching back, curling her toes. She motioned to Brooke.

"Sit down, make yourself at home, babe. We're here for one more night. I organised a Rebirth Bus to pick us up."

Brooke took a seat near Soleil, spreading her legs apart to allow her sack space between them. The action caught the girl's eye, and she winked. "Space issues, hey?"

Brooke flushed. "Uh, yeah."

Soleil gave her a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. We're all freaks here. How many do you have to fit down there?"

Brooke's brow crinkled. "Uh, two?"

Soleil sighed. "Lucky." She lifted up her skirt, spreading her legs a little further. Brooke gasped at the sight of her twin cocks and bulbous, misshapen scrotum. She girl reached down, palming her sack, and it was plainly obvious that the shape was because it contained a multitude of egg-sized testicles. Her cocks throbbed, and a fat wad of precum belched from each of the tips, rolling down the shafts.

"I've got twelve of them, I think. I don't know for certain. They're, like, always working overtime as well, so I pretty much constantly leak."

She sighed again. "The worst part? I'm leaking and horny all the time but unless both my dicks get off at once, I can never cum. That makes it really hard to masturbate."

Brooke flushed hard, turning her head away. She'd found herself becoming transfixed by the sight of Soleil's mutant genitalia, feeling the stirrings in her own cock. She heard the girl giggle. "Oh, it's nothing you haven't seen befo- uh, okay, maybe it is, but don't worry. We're all friends here."

Katrina chimed in. "In Rebirth, people walk around naked all the time. They-"
"-say hello with kissing and sex is, like, just something you do as friends."

"Gross." That was Alex. "There are probably penises everywhere."

"I hope so!" Both of Katrina's heads smiled. "I like dicks."

The bimbo girl sneered, or at least tried; her vapid expression made it look more like she'd accidentally stepped in a puddle. "Weren't you a fuckin' guy before?"

"So? Doesn't really matter after-"
"-you mutate. It fucks with everything, your-"
"-sexual preferences included. It was weird-"
"-at first but at some point you just have to-"
"-accept that you're into penis."

Alex sniffed. "Fuck that. Nope. The mutation hasn't changed my head, no matter what else it's done to me."

Soleil looked thoughtful, laid back with her skirt still hiked up and her cocks periodically disgorging a glob of precum into a puddle under her ass. "Do guy and girl even mean anything any more to us? I've got two cocks and a vagina. Katrina's got two pussies. Brooke's got-"

She looked over meaningfully, and Brooke flushed even harder. Katrina chimed in. "Just the cock."

"Okay. And she started out a girl, even. So, what does it all mean? Is she a guy now? What if she had a pussy? Does that change it? Aren't we all just basically mutants now?"

"I'm a woman, and I like other women. Simple as that. I'm not weak enough to have that dictated to me by some disease."

Katrina laughed. "Except for the part where you're a walking bimbo fuckhole gagging for dick twenty-four-seven."

Alex growled, rolling forward on her enormous shelf of an ass. Brooke could see thick strands of pussy lube following her. She'd been stewing in her own juices. "You fucking cunt! How dare yo-"

She stopped, wide-eyed. Katrina, grinning evilly, had turned her heads inwards and locked lips, drawing herself into a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands crossed her body, her lower-left hand dropping to her right pussy and her upper-left cupping her lower-right breast. Her right hands both moved to a breast.

The three remaining girls sat in stunned silence as Katrina engaged in a one-woman lesbian makeout session. Her hand rubbed in rapid circles around her pussy, Brooke realising that each of her mounds came equipped with two clitorises side-by-side. She moaned, one of her faces breaking off the kiss to start panting as the other side of her body went on the offensive, rubbing its pussy hard and practically mauling its bountiful breasts. Brooke wasn't sure if Katrina even realised what was happening, but she seemed to be falling into a dom-sub relationship with her own body, the blond head taking the initiative as the dark-haired head whined in pleasure.

Brooke heard a choking noise and looked to the side as Alex pitched forward onto her hands and knees, her hips gyrating. Alex looked at her with teary eyes, making another choking noise. Her mouth opened and Brooke gasped as a large penis slowly pushed out from behind her plump, pink lips, and then pulled back in. She let out a deep, muffled moan and there was a slick noise, her legs spreading apart. She heard it again and again, each one accompanied by a thrust of the pneumatic mutant's hips, and Brooke realised she was being fucked from the inside out.

Soleil stepped forward, slowly tugging on both of her cocks, spraying a small spurt of precum in front of her. "That's the other part of her mutation. She waits too long or gets too horny without sticking something inside her? Her body basically rapes itself. Her mouth and both of her pussies."

Brooke's quizzical look made her go on. "She's got a second pussy between her ass cheeks. Surprised she got away without one instead of her mouth, as well."

The cocks had picked up speed, leaving the writhing girl being savagely, mercilessly fucked by rapid, pounding thrusts. Brooke knew she was in distress, but on the other hand watching Alex's massive tits swing back and forth, watching her round ass gyrate as each pair of thrusts ravaged her pussies, had Brooke at full mast.

Soleil knelt down behind Alex, biting her lip, positioning the tips of her cocks at both of Alex's holes. She thrust forward, groaning deeply.

"You- uhhh- see, if someone's-ugh- filling a hole, she doesn't fuck it herself."

She began to thrust slowly, her hands running across the the curve of the girl's ass, her three tits heaving with each roll of her hips. Alex squealed around the dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling as a massive orgasm wracked her body. Brooke's cock lurched hard, making her gasp in pleasure. Her balls were tight and aching, and she could tell she was going to have to drain soon. Despite the fact that two of the mutants were fucking in front of her, though, she still didn't want to reveal herself, blushing furiously and trying to push down her erection.

Transfixed by the sight of copulation in front of her, she didn't notice Katrina walking over to her until she felt her skirt sliding up her legs. She squealed, kicking her legs lightly, but Katrina grabbed her ankles with her lower arms, still lifting the skirt up.

"Oh come on, Brooke, you don't meet three new mutants-"
"-and slink off to masturbate. Besides, what am I supposed to do?"

She flipped the skirt over, unveiling the fat, pulsing shaft. She licked both sets of lips, moving her hands to the bottom of the shaft and starting to tug.

"You've such a big, sexy fucking cock."
"It's not the biggest I've ever seen but-"
"-it's just right. I don't need you to have-"
"-a dick bigger than your body. This is perfect."

She shifted forward, letting go of Brooke's legs as she stopped struggling. Katrina pushed her upper boobs together, wrapping them around the upper half of Brooke's dick, her lower arms still slowly pumping the shaft. She licked her lips and leaned forward, her boobs sliding down Brooke's cock to allow the rest of it to project up between her heads.

They turned inwards again, showing off her amazing flexibility, and started to lick and plant sucking kisses up either side of Brooke's cock. Her right head, the blonde, stretched her mouth wide to fit the tip in, staring straight into Brooke's eyes as she sucked, while the brunette kept licking up the underside and mewling in pleasure.

Brooke nearly blacked out. The sensations shuddering from every inch of her oversized dick were like nothing she'd ever felt before. Katrina's mutant body and her own immense size created the possibility of a full-body experience unimaginable by regular people. The heads began switching off, the blonde moving off to start licking the underside while the brunette teased the tip with her tongue. One of Katrina's lower hands slid down and began to gently cup and caress Brooke's balls.

"These must be so full. How long has it been for you?"

Stuffed full of cock, the other head stopped trading off speaking. Katrina grinned at the writhing dickgirl, still gently fondling her nuts while one hand rubbed up and down the bottom of her cock and the top hands kept pressing her upper set of breasts against the shaft.

Brooke moaned, and Katrina took the opportunity to pop her mouth off the end and push forward, levering Brooke's cock into her own mouth. Brooke's eyes went wide in sudden surprise, and Katrina lifted her arms up to press all four breasts around the shaft and slide them down so her heads were level with Brooke's breasts, taking a nipple into each mouth.

The combined sensation of a triple titfuck, sucking herself off and having both her nipples sucked on at once was too much, and within a couple of minutes she moaned into her cockhead, her abdominals tensing, and then her eyes going wide as a load of cum forced its way up the length of her shaft and exploded into her mouth.

She choked on the first and second loads, her cock finally leaving her mouth at the third shot taking an overstuffed mouthful of jizz with it. Katrina laughed, milking more hard shots out of Brooke's cock with her breasts, until she sat back and just slowly pumped with each crippling spasm through Brooke's body.

While Brooke was cumming, Soleil finally grunted, grabbing hard onto Alex's ass cheeks and bucking as she deposited a hard double load into the girl's twin pussies, falling back and sighing with strings of cum trailing to her dicks. Alex slumped forward, dazed in the afterglow of dozens of rapid-fire orgasms.

Soleil looked over at Brooke, writhing on the bed of cushions as she shot off again and again, and purred, watching the sight with interest.

"Wow. When does she stop?"

Katrina smiled, giving Brooke's cock a hard pump with her next shot, making the girl shriek and cum extra-hard. "Like ten or fifteen minutes. She-"
"-doesn't stop until her balls are drained."

"Wow." Soleil grimaced, her cocks lurching back to erection, two more huge globs of precum oozing from them to slide down the shafts. "I wish I could drain all my balls at once."

"Even if it-"
"-took you hours?"

The pair watched Brooke scream and sob for a moment, clutching the cushions and humping her hips into the air, the lengthy pole of her dick shaking strands of cum across the room.

"Uh, yeah? I'd trade with any of you in a heartbeat." She looked over at Alex, slumped forward on the pillowy mass of her tits, still shivering with residual orgasms. "Well, uh, maybe not her. At least she can still satisfy herself, though."

Katrina smirked, gently rubbing a few of her nipples. "Yeah I think I got the best deal-"
"-out of this. I don't know if you're better off-"
"-than Brooke, though." The girl was crying now, wracking sobs that coincided with each burst of spunk from the end of her gigantic dick. "How would you ever-"
"-get used to that?"

Soleil shrugged, running her hand up one of her cocks to clean off a layer of pre, flicking it off onto the floor with a wet slap and shuddering with the sensation as both her cocks lurched. "Am I ever going to get used to this?"

"Heh, probably not. We're-"
"all fucked, aren't we?"

"Amen, sister." Soleil looked across Katrina's body, her four erect nipples and the flush of her cheeks, and particularly the moisture across her twin pussies. "Speaking of fucked, uh, are you up for it?"

"Thought you were never-"
"-going to ask."

She crawled over, swinging one set of legs over Soleil and sinking down onto a cock with a groan of relief. Soleil gasped, shaking her head.

"No, no, not just one-"

Katrina placed a finger on the girl's lips. "Shh. Let me-ugh-"
"-sort it out."

She wrapped one hand around Soleil's upper cock. Another snaked behind her, under her wide ass, to lift up Soleil's overstuffed scrotum and sink a finger or two into her pussy. She bit her lip in concentration, moving another hand up to Soleil's triple bust, and finally positioned the last one down at her empty pussy. She began a complicated dance of stimulation, lifting and grinding her hips, jerking, fingering and rubbing, while her lover writhed underneath her.


Alex stirred as her stomach churned in pain, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, smacking her lips at the taste of stale booze and cigarettes. The lithe little blonde with the undershave in the bed next to her turned over, but didn't wake up.

What a night. It was always fun breaking in a new dyke. She'd been beginning to despair of finding anyone, especially after the first person she'd sidled up to at the bar had turned out to be a fucking tranny.

She pulled on an old, loose tank top and a pair of jeans, and stepped over a pile of newsletters, emblazoned with a large fist atop a circle and cross. She had to remember to bring the rest to the meeting tonight so they could go postering around the campus. It was hard, getting a radfem group started up a small-town college, but somehow the difficulty improved the fun.

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her buzz cut was beginning to grow out a little. She might get it coloured this time. As she got a glass of water from the sink, her stomach churned with another sudden bout of nausea. Jesus, what a fucker of a hangover. I didn't drink THAT much, did I?

She flopped down on the sharehouse couch, fighting down the urge to throw up. She felt clammy and shivery, but with a strange heat flooding through her core and out to her chest and hips, and also through her face. She wiped cold sweat off her forehead and ran her fingers down her face, and stopped as she felt a burst of sensitivity from her lips.

Are they... She touched her upper lip gently. Are they swollen? Am I having an allergic reaction or something?

She ran her tongue across them and shivered lightly. She soon realised that her nipples were erect, the tips of her tiny tits showing up through her tank top. As she lifted an arm to brush over one, she felt a prickle all throughout her armpit, soon realising a bunch of her flourishing armpit hair had fallen out. She also felt a twinge in her clit, and a hot, sticky sensation of arousal.

What the fuck is going on? There was a flood of pressure behind her breasts, and she could swear she saw them swell behind her top, the nipples pressing even more heavily into her shirt. She stepped back and groaned at the tightness of her jeans around her ass.

She stumbled back in to the bedroom, gritting her teeth at the pull of the fabric across her skinny butt. Her playmate from last night was awake by now. "Hey, uhh-"

She looked at Alex levelly for a moment. "Cody."

"Right, Cody. Uh, do I look different to you this morning?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, I was fucking wasted. Uh... Are you wearing makeup?"

"What?!" She sprinted back in to the mirror, uncomfortably aware of her chest bouncing. Her eyes had formed a dark outline, her skin clearing of its pockmarks. Her lips were truly pouty now, and seemed to be slowly turning a brighter shade of pink.

"What the FUCK?!" Her hair had joined in, easily an inch long now. Where before it was a mousy auburn, the new growth was a spun-gold blond. Her new tits surged forward with a swell of pressure, soon joined by her ass, straining so hard against her jeans that they creaked when she moved. They also sported a tremendous wet patch at the front.

Back in the bedroom, Cody was browsing her phone, and looked up when Alex stumbled back in. "Are you trying a new look? It's really femme, but, uh, I'm not sure how into it I am? Honestly I kind of only got into it last night because of how much you looked like a guy..."

"No, uh, Cody! Something's happening to me! Look at these!" She thrust out her chest, uncomfortably aware of them actively swaying and jiggling to a stop. "I'm growing fucking tits! This isn't just a new look!"

Cody's brow wrinkled as her thumb swiped down her phone. "What? That's ridiculous. You're probably bloated or something from last night. Maybe you should go to the doct- haha, a friend of mine on Facebook is saying he's turning into a girl. And, um, there's a related news article..."

Alex snatched the phone from Cody, tapping it to open the news article. She realised her normally short, chewed-down fingernails were half an inch long now as one of them tapped the screen before her fingertip. She fanned out her fingers, open-mouthed, before looking back at the article.

"Unbelievable stories of bizarre transformations are flooding international news networks... No scientific explanation... Disturbing and sexual..."

She subconsciously pushed a lock of sweat-streaked golden hair from her face, then stopped, realising her hair was already long enough to reach her eyes. The pressure had redoubled in her tits and ass. Itching need was building rapidly in her pussy.

"Fuck! Look at my tits, they're, like, C-cups!" She dropped the phone to the bed, hefting her new mounds, easily filling her hands.

"C-cups? Have you ever bought a bra that wasn't a training bra? They're at least double-Ds, maybe even Es."

"Fuck!" Her loose tank top was no longer even coming close to hiding the bulk of her new tits, and when she turned around to head back into the bathroom she squealed as her jeans, now impossibly tight, shredded down the sides to make room for her globular rump. Worse still was the feeling of the fabric tight along her pussy, like that had swollen as well.

"Cody! Call a fucking doctor or something! Jesus!" She could feel her lips smack together, each contact sending a bolt of pleasure to her overworked snatch, along with every motion of her bloated boobs.

"What's a doctor going to do?" Cody was browsing her phone again, looking up what she could about the condition. "It says they can't do anything about it, so just make yourself comfortable and wait it out?"

Alex groaned, falling back on the bed and lifting her ass so she could try and struggle out of what was left of her jeans. Her boobs slid down her chest with a hefty weight, and, after she managed to pull the sides of her jeans together long enough to unhook the fly, she managed to slide them down across her hips and kick them off onto the floor, revealing the vast expanse of her new hips and thighs.

Her pussy was soaked through, juices leaking out onto the sheets, and was completely bald as well. Most horribly, her clitoris seemed to have disappeared, leaving nothing but smooth lips. It still practically ached to be played with, and before long Alex had a hand working away inside her pussy, the other reaching up to cup and pinch the enormous nipple tipping one of her still-growing breasts.

"Yeah. uh, it also says that an overcharged libido is a common side effect."

Alex drew in a rattling gasp as her body continued to swell out of control. Her hair was past her shoulders by now, her lips felt slick and glossy. She felt a bizarre writing sensation from between her ass cheeks, and when she clenched her muscles felt another sudden burst of pleasure. The rubbing felt good, but at the same time, she couldn't feel herself really getting any closer to climax.

"You look completely different. It's really freaky."

Alex moaned in response. She spread her legs, feeling sticky strands of juice separating both her thighs... and her ass cheeks? The confusion overpowered her lust for a moment, letting her dip her hand down from her pussy. It felt warm and wet, full of fleshy folds. It almost felt like another vagina had replaced her asshole.

She sobbed. Her boobs were truly massive now, but somehow still perfectly perky, with huge throbbing nipples that begged to be sucked. Her waist had pulled in, thinner than her already-skinny midriff had been before. Each of her hips and ass cheeks were practically the size of a basketball, wide and round. Her hair had fanned out as it grew, now reaching past the small of her back.

She looked over at Cody with thick, dark eyelashes, tears rolling down perfectly-rouged cheeks. "I can't even cum! How could this get any fucking wor-guk?!"

She choked. She tried to swallow, but she seemed to involuntarily choke again. She shifted her thighs, feeling something writhing inside her body. Her eyes unfocused for a moment, and Cody gasped as she saw Alex's throat ripple. Another brief moment of discomfort, another choking noise, and Alex's mouth flew open. Cody screamed as she realised the fat tip of a thick dick had pushed its way out, Alex's lips sealing around it subconsciously before it pulled itself back in.

Alex spread her legs, her screams muffled by the cock in her mouth as two more pushed their way out from the inside of her pussies, extending out about an inch past her lips and then sliding back in. They started out slowly at first, but within less than a minute were pistoning in and out of her body with savage force, her hips actually shaking back and forth with the motion, while the one in her mouth mercilessly throatfucked her.

She flailed over on the bed, looking Cody in the eyes with cold fear. Her tits sloshed back and forth gelatinously as her body writhed, reaching out for the girl who pulled herself back up against the wall, quivering.

"I can't deal with this, Alex. I signed up for a one-night stand, not this shit."

Alex sobbed, too wracked by the cocks reaming her to even soundlessly beg, just collapsing onto the bed until the penises finally gave up, countless unwanted orgasms later. Her hair fanned out across the bed in golden waves. Her boobs quivered with the slightest motion, twinging her pussy. She didn't even need to look in the mirror to know her face had completed its transition to a pouty, overstuffed parody of femininity with thick cocksucking lips and whorish makeup. She could already feel the heat building in her pussies again...



Sunlight filtered through the dirty windows of the building. The four mutants were sprawled out in varying states of dishevelment. Soleil snored, spooning with Alex, their juices pooling between them as Soleil's erect cocks disgorged their load and Alex leaked from both of her vaginas. Brooke lay where she had passed out at the end of her orgasm. Katrina slept fitfully, occasionally wrapping her arms around herself and subconsciously playing with the opposite side of her body.

Brooke was the first to wake up, groaning at the ache in her balls and the pulse of her steel-hard erection under a soft blanket. Her morning wood was the worst, carrying the entirety of her pent-up bounty from the night. She was unusually sore today, and realised that she must have slept for far longer than usual.

She shifted forward, realising how far she'd spread her legs, feeling her balls jostle and bump against each other and her thighs. She didn't want to drain; after passing out in the middle of an orgasm, she felt like she'd only just finished the torturous process of cumming, but she knew it was only going to get worse if she left it alone.

Her mind immediately went to planning; to listening out for sounds and evaluating when she could find uninterrupted time in the bathroom. She had a brief moment of panic over the fact that she overslept and wouldn't be able to find private time until far later that night, swelling the whole time, until she remembered that she wasn't at home any more. None of her current roommates were going to scream at her or call her a devil whore for doing what she needed to do to stay sane and healthy.

It was very liberating. All she needed to do was convince herself it was liberating. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and her face flushed with shame, and all she wanted to do was roll over and hide it until she could find somewhere private. Under the blanket, she pulled her dick down against her body, stifling a moan as it bucked against her grip. Of course, that just brought it down level with her mouth, the thick head bumping against her chin, her mouth involuntarily watering.

She pulled deeper under the blanket, closing her eyes and stretching her mouth out around the head, suckling lightly as one of her hands left the shaft to sink down, cupping and caressing her swollen testicles. She moaned into it, swirling her tongue around the head, her remaining hand on the shaft pumping as well as it was able. The apprehension was always the worst, and distracted her from bringing herself off as effectively; intellectually she knew she had to cum, but the thought of another of her torturous cumshots made her trigger-shy as she felt herself begin to approach it.

Her private struggle was suddenly interrupted when the blanket was thrown off her, Katrina's grinning faces filling her vision. "Hey! I told you, no playing with yourself! Get that out of your mouth, I've got somewhere you need to put it."

She looked over, and realised Soleil was fucking Alex again. Katrina pulled her up, her cock falling out of her mouth with a pop, and shepherded her over in front of Alex, predictably bent over on all fours so Soleil had full access to both of her holes. Katrina grabbed Brooke's dick, giving it a quick kiss on the end, and lined it up with Alex's mouth.

"Katrina, i-it won't fit!"

"Yes it will. Trust me." Alex moaned as the tip brushed her plump lips, smacking them together around the cock thrusting out from her own throat. It retreated, leaving her mouth empty and watering. Katrina giggled and pulled Brooke forward, shoving several inches of the girl's dick into Alex's mouth.

Katrina moved around behind Brooke, wrapping a pair of her arms around to sink into Brooke's pillowy breasts, the other taking place on either hip. She walked forward, shoving Brooke slowly into Alex, inch after inch gradually disappearing down her throat. Brooke whined, her body flooding with pleasure, her cock lurching hard against its warm prison and her nipples pulsing with need as Katrina's hands mauled her soft flesh.

Before too long, though, she was thrusting without Katrina's encouragement, letting Katrina move her hands down to play with her twin pussies. Alex had cum many times over, squealing with each thrust of Brooke's gargantuan dick and Soleil's twin shafts.

Soleil was the next to cum, her hips shaking and her face falling into a slack rictus as she shoved up against Alex's ass, twitching with each load of cum she dumped into the girl. Brooke came soon after, her orgasm taking her by surprise in the middle of her single-minded focus on stretching out Alex's lips.

To her shock, Alex didn't move away, purring madly as Brooke shot load after load deep into her stomach. Eventually, though, she started to choke, and was forced to pull away, a flood of thick cum falling from her mouth as Brooke continued to shoot. Alex writhed in the hot shower, feeling it run down her face and across her outsized breasts.

Katrina moved away and let Brooke fall back on her ass, her balls bouncing painfully off the floor as she screamed with more crippling cumshots. Katrina moved over to Soleil, panting on a pile of cushions, her dicks having rallied back to full precum-belching erection. She turned sideways, planting her middle leg between the two shafts, spreading her other legs to make passage for them. With a rattling moan, she sank down onto them, grabbing her breasts and beginning to bounce.

Brooke was still shooting by the time Katrina brought herself off, humping on Soleil until she came as well. The remaining three girls began packing up around Brooke, pulling all their things together into bags and sacks as she humped and writhed. They didn't bother cleaning up any of the mess, electing to leave the tremendous piles of cooling cum and other juices for someone else to worry about.

Brooke finally came down from her orgasmic high, her dick weakly squeezing out the last few loads of cum to roll gently down the length of the shaft. Katrina leaned down to help her milk the remnants out, gleefully slurping it up as she did.

By the time they had finished, a loud horn sounded from outside. Katrina hurried Brooke along, pulling her up and smoothing her down, then getting behind her and shoving her out of the room with the rest of the mutants, down to the street below.

A small bus sat idling outside. Gleaming white, the side emblazoned with a corporate logo and the word REBIRTH. Katrina threw Brooke's bag into the luggage compartment underneath, motioning for the girl to step on. Brooke took one last look back in the direction of her hometown. Almost to remind her why she left, her cock slapped gently against her thighs. She sighed, stepping on the bus to greet her new life.