Futanari World: Kelly's Diagnosis

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Kelly could barely stop herself from bouncing in her seat in the doctor's office, grinning from ear to ear. She couldn't believe that right now, a doctor was performing the tests necessary to give her her very own schedule!

The focus of her glee was currently hidden behind a handbag clasped in her lap. She'd woken up early that morning, sweating all over, with a twisting pain deep in her guts and aches and pains stabbing all throughout her body. It wasn't long before that pain faded away, leaving a powerful erotic heat that rapidly filled her until she could focus on nothing but her arousal.

She squirmed in her seat as she recalled the rest of her morning. The horrible, glorious spasms as her body transformed. Running her fingers over her swelling clit. The excitement as she realised what was happening, what after so many years of wishing was finally coming true.

She almost hadn't wanted to start stroking her swelling futanari cock, to just lie on her bed and bask in the sensations of growth, but the urge to cum was unbearable. She'd contented herself with cooing at her body as the futanari hormones flooded her system and transformed her, feeling her shaft grow bigger in her pumping hand. Even trying to take her hand away for a couple of seconds made it strain angrily at her groin muscles.

Kelly had indulged herself in orgasm after desperate orgasm, her cock barely starting to go soft after each crippling cumshot before it was pumping and filling with blood, swelling out even bigger. The hormones had begun the full suite of their changes, and her slim body had swelled out as readily as her new penis.

She looked down and grinned at how much of her view was obstructed by an enormous set of tits. A nurse had measured them at F-cups, a far cry from her former bee sting As. A set of wide, curved hips, an impossibly perky globular ass and soft thighs rounded out the new futa's figure. Even if she hadn't been as in love with becoming a futanari as she was, she'd considered that the body alone might be worth the price of admission.

She was starting to sweat as her cock pulsed underneath her flowing skirt. Emily and Sadira's stories hadn't prepared her for how much her cock would weigh on her mind. Getting her mind off sex was nearly impossible even after her marathon morning of masturbation, and now with it a bit over an hour since her last orgasm her fat nipples were crinkling against her sweater and her pussy was drooling down her scrotum and onto the back of her skirt, all accompanied by the aching staccato thud of her nine inches of cock.

She'd almost considered sneaking a hand up her skirt when the door creaked open and her doctor walked back in with a stack of papers, placing a folder in front of her and tapping the rest down on the desk.

"Well, Miss Martin, your tests are complete. We've done a simple analysis of your hormone levels and generated a TCHC for you."

The doctor looked somewhat grim behind his glasses. Kelly creased her brow, reaching for the papers.
"TCHC?"

"Time to Critical Hormone Concentration. As you know the futanari orgasm cycle is dictated by the rate at which your body replenishes the various hormones that drive the condition. The TCHC is roughly the time your body will require between sexual release in order to maintain normal function."

He continued on as she leafed through the papers. "In your case, your body has undergone a remarkably extensive amount of reconfiguration. Your growth is actually quite unprecedented, normally women with your, er, dimensions, started out significantly more developed. This is reflected in your hormone production-"

Kelly had finally found the important number. She read it, and reread it, just in case she misunderstood. She looked up at her doctor as he stumbled his way through his explanation.

"Seventy minutes?"

He nodded, pushing a lock of silver hair out of his face. "Yes, Miss Martin. Seventy minutes. I'm afraid you have severe hormonal hyperproduction, the worst case on record as far as I'm aware. I've included the forms for processing your disability payments..."

Her cock was throbbing alarmingly against her purse. The number was terrifying, but at the same time, kind of exhilarating. She'd wanted to become a futanari, right? They were built for sex. She'd known that it involved masturbating pretty much all the time anyway, right? How bad could it be? She was broken out of her reverie as the doctor's words finally sunk in.

"Disability?"

He peered at her quizzically over the rim of his glasses. "Any futanari with a TCHC of underneath a hundred minutes is considered legally unfit for work."

She thought of Emily and Sadira. They still seemed to manage, attending their classes and practicals, generally functioning.

"But... My friends, they do fine..."

"Miss Martin, if I may be blunt, you will be forced to masturbate twenty times a day in order to maintain your schedule. You will simply not be able to fit any organised program of work or study around that, particularly not with your disrupted sleep..."

Now that one she knew about. Sadira in particular talked about waking up to jack off, and how energy seemed to come from nowhere, like her body was compensating. She said she slept better now on two three-hour blocks than she ever had before.

"I thought I was supposed to compensate for that, now? Like, needing less sleep?"

Her forehead prickled with sweat as her body heated up. She needed it badly, and no amount of serious conversation with the doctor took the edge off. She found herself pondering that he was fairly handsome, for an older man. She bit her lower lip, almost unconsciously trying to make herself sexy for him as her cock throbbed painfully.

"Normally, yes, but it can only compensate so far. You're definitely going to have issues with your sleeping pattern."

Kelly yelped a little, her mouth hanging open. The doctor briefly cocked an eyebrow, then cast an eye at the clock. "Ah. Miss Martin, I'll leave the papers and your new alarm watch with the receptionist. The bathrooms are down the hall, to the left."

She nodded and, not even bothering to cover the tent in her skirt with her bag, scurried out the door.


Finally back home, Kelly wasted no time in stripping off, standing in front of the mirror and admiring herself. She hadn't gotten a good look at her body in her haste to make it straight to the doctor, and she'd decided to treat herself to a little narcissism.

She pulled her arms back behind her head, thrusting out her chest and watching as her tits heaved briefly with the motion. She brought a hand up to one, hefting it and feeling its weight. Her nipples started growing stiff almost immediately.

She grabbed a top from her closet, pulling it on just to watch her massive chest stretch out the skull logo on the front, and how it hiked up to reveal part of her midriff. She was a little sad she couldn't really pull off gothic lolita any more, but curvy goth slut was a fine replacement.

She stripped off the top, purring as her tits fell out and slapped against her chest, looked in the mirror again and thrust out her pelvis, grinning as the fat stem bobbed to a stop.

She laid back on her bed, spreading her curvy thighs apart and lifting up her balls with one hand and, with a little bit of effort to manoeuvre around her breasts, got a good view of her new genitals. She was impressed by how smooth her scrotum was, and totally hairless as well - it seemed that futa sacks were a bit more elastic than their less exotic counterparts.

Her pussy mostly seemed the same, a little puffier. She was wet, of course, she had been all morning. Her cock sprouted from out of what had been the upper hood of her vagina, the lips having swollen out to form her sack.

Her cock was even more impressive. Nine inches long, with a slight curve up and away from her pelvis, as thick as the tube from a roll of paper towel. Her hand just barely made its way around.

She was transfixed. She'd known she found futa beautiful, but couldn't believe how amazing her genitals looked. She stood up again, pressing her thighs together, noting the weight and warm intrusiveness of her testicles. Her boner was raging now, throbbing non-stop, and she could feel herself beginning to sweat and pant. It wasn't time just yet, but what the hell, nobody said futa could ONLY jerk off on their schedule.

She didn't even bother moving away, just watching herself in the mirror as she gripped her cock amateurishly, one hand moving up to caress a fat, sensitive tit. She was still having trouble fully comprehending that this beautiful futa goddess she was masturbating over was herself. The disconnect was bizarre and deliciously naughty, like she was intruding on someone else's private time.

She fell back down onto the bed as her legs went weak, still staring at the masturbating big-dicked hottie in the mirror. Her hand glided up and down her cock, lubricated by copious amounts of precum oozing from her eye. Her free hand pulled a nipple up to her mouth, driving her deeper into an orgasm spiral as she reacted to both the sensitivity and the sight of a wanton slut sucking on her own tit.

She felt sensation build along the base of her cock, a growing pressure that ended right at the tip. Her eyes went wide and her hips thrust forward, and with a whine into her breast her hand slammed back to the base of her cock and she began to cum.

Her first shot flew across to the mirror, a toe-curling burst of pleasure that exploded from the tip of her cock. She humped the air, dropping her breast from her mouth and squealing as she came again and again until only a dribble of cum oozed from her cock and she fell back with a dazed smile.

She reached absently over to her bedside table, still panting in afterglow, and grabbed the bracelet the doctor had given her. They weren't necessary, of course, but most futa found the little alarm bracelets convenient, letting them know it was time to start finding some privacy before it became too pressing an issue. It was nearly with glee that she held the buttons down to reset its timer and rolled back over.

She almost found herself nodding off before there was a knock at her door. She jumped, cursing a little at the unexpected weight of her tits slapping down onto her chest, and scrabbled around on the floor for some clothes. She tossed aside her cum-stained shirt and grabbed a baggier one from the closet before heading out into the front room.

Sadira was standing at the front door, looking as perfect as ever. The little Persian girl had the amazing ability to look immaculate even in the most simple outfits. Kelly had privately thought on more than one occasion that may have been why she'd taken so whole-heartedly to her futanari condition - Sarida probably liked having something to break the perfection, something raw and sexual.

Sadira liked to show off her assets at every opportunity. Caramel-coloured cleavage strained against her blouse, while something completely different strained against her tight jeans. Sadira seemed to take glee in showing off every inch of her cock as often as she could - jeans, yoga pants, tights, and on a few occasions a pair of booty shorts so scandalously short that the tip of her dick nearly poked out of the hem.

She practically squealed, leaping forward and pulling Kelly into a tight hug.

"Congratulations baby! Oh my god I'm so excited for you!"

Kelly grinned, squeezing back, then peered behind Sadira. "Emily didn't come with you?"

"She wanted to, but she's having a pretty bad attack today, the poor thing."

Emily generally managed to deal well with her SPS, but the disease was cyclical and every few weeks she would wake up nearly crippled with pleasure as her skin prickled, her brain turning half of every sensation she felt into erotic stimulation.

"She'll be okay though, Nathan's staying home with her. I'm more interested in you, newbie futa! You look amazing! How does it feel?"

The pair walked into the living room, Sadira taking a seat on the couch, briefly rearranging her crotch. Kelly flopped into the armchair.

"This has been a really weird morning, Sadira."

Sadira giggled. "I'll bet. I'm surprised you weren't fapping when I turned up."

Kelly grinned sheepishly. "I'd just finished. I haven't even cleaned up the bedroom yet."

Her friend laughed, then leaned forward. "So give me the goss. How big is it, how often do you need it?"

"It's like nine inches, I think." Sadira purred. "Really thick, as well, and my balls are, like, the size of golf balls. And, err, my schedule's seventy minutes."

Sadira choked, her eyes going wide. "S-seventy minutes? Oh my god, babe, really? I'm so sorry!"

Kelly shrugged. "It's okay. I'm kind of looking forward to it, and I think it might even be worth it to look like this. I was kinda masturbating over myself before..."

Sadira cracked up laughing, falling back into the couch. "I guess I can't blame you for that! If I had a body like yours I might be tempted to jack off over myself too."

Kelly giggled, while Sadira narrowed her eyes lasciviously. "Speaking of which, I think I owe you something."

Kelly yelped as Sadira jumped off the couch, kneeling in front of her. Kelly was already tenting her skirt, her cock slowly pulsing, and Sadira gathered up the folds and pushed them up, revealing it nestled between her soft thighs.

"How many times have you sucked me off, Kel? I think the least I owe you is a blowjob to christen your new cock."

She gripped the base, slowly stroking up and down, reaching her other hand under to cup Kelly's balls.
"You know, because I'm just such a generous soul. You weren't kidding, Kelly, you're huge!"

Kelly's breasts obscured most of her view of Sadira, but she could see the girl's impish grin behind an errant curl of hair as she lightly fapped. Sadira suddenly stopped, Kelly's cock pulsing as she stood up to unbutton her jeans and shake her generous hips out of them. Her cock stood straight out from her groin, and she actually groaned with relief as her balls popped out.

"I love how I look in tight jeans but it's hell on the boys. Not that mine are anywhere near as fat as yours!" She crouched down again, this time focusing on fondling Kelly's sack. "What sort of a load do you get out of these babies?"

Kelly blushed, shivering a little as Sadira explored. "It was a lot, yeah."

Sadira started to lap lightly at the base, her eyes closing, her right hand wrapping around her own penis and tugging. Kelly groaned, laying back into the armchair and spreading her legs to give Sadira better access, allowing the girl to push forward and take the tip of Kelly's cock into her mouth and suck. She rubbed the base, twisting her hand in short circles, popping her mouth off to lick the frenulum then taking it back down her throat.

Kelly was finding out firsthand about futanari endurance. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes since she last came but her cock was rallying back like it had never happened, rock-hard and straining for the warm embrace of Sadira's mouth. Each caress of her tongue brought forth another throb that churned her balls and echoed all the way up her spine. She'd sucked Sadira's cock dozens of times but she'd never imagined that it felt this good for her.

Sadira finally stopped teasing and dove forward, pulling as much of Kelly's length down her throat as she could. She choked a little, unprepared for the girl's girth, but still managed to suppress her gag reflex enough to pull about six inches down her throat. She sped up her own stroking at the same time and moaned into the meat spreading her throat apart.

Kelly groaned and shuddered. Even with all her morning's orgasms, the sensation of a building cum in her cock still pinged parts of her brain she barely knew existed. She knew what it was by now, though, and desperately started to mumble to Sadira as the girl started to bob her head up and down, pulling up to the tip then pushing forward to take six inches back down her throat.

"S-Sadira... I'm gonna... Fffuuck..."

Sadira mewled happily, increasing the speed of both her sucking and stroking. Kelly groaned again, putting a hand on the top of Sadira's curly hair and bucking her hips as she began to cum. She could practically feel her balls empty into her friend's pretty face. Sadira stopped sucking, simply pushing her face forward and letting Kelly blow her load down her throat. Kelly's orgasm seemed to go on forever, and Sadira's eyes went wide with her own orgasm before it ended, her hips thrusting as she shot against the bottom of the armchair. Sadira stood up, wiping her mouth with a smile. "Enjoy that?"

Dazed, all Kelly could do was nod as her friend grabbed a tissue off the coffee table and cleaned up, then squeezed herself back into her jeans and reset her watch.

"Anyway, put some clothes on, I'm taking you out for Thai to celebrate."


The little Thai place was about twenty minutes drive, and the girls took seats outside to enjoy the warm day as they ate. Kelly found herself staring idly about the people wandering past. She'd always been fairly sexually open but her instincts were on overdrive after her transformation, and even relatively plain looking people were making her bite her lip in thought.

She also wondered idly about some of the girls going past, and whether or not they were futanari. Some girls made it fairly obvious, and some girls wouldn't have been able to hide it even if they'd tried, but others may have been a little bit more discreet about their altered parts.

Sadira made small talk over the appetisers. Kelly found it a little odd how easily Sadira could switch back and forth between friend and seductress, and always had been able to, at least as far as Kelly knew. She shifted on her seat as her mind flashed back to Sadira's naked body that morning, her penis starting to throb to life. She felt around for a question to distract herself.

"Sadira, were you always as, err, "friendly" as you are before you transformed?"

"Hmm?" Sadira looked up from a bite of satay chicken. "Oh, you mean was I as huge a slut before I grew a dick?"

Kelly snorted as Sadira went on. "No, actually, I was a real little prude, it was kind of ridiculous. Makes me furious when I think about how many years I wasted not fucking everything that moves."

The girls laughed as their mains arrived. Kelly was uncomfortably aware as she ate that her erection hadn't gone down since the appetisers, and she was starting to sweat with arousal. She squeezed her thighs together, biting her lip as her pussy leaked juice onto the back of her skirt. If Sadira was feeling the same way, she wasn't showing it. Kelly reached out for another bite, when her bracelet suddenly began to beep.

"Oh, shit, really?"

"Well it's set for, what, an hour? That's not a long time, babe. Anyway you'd better go find a bathroom. I'll make sure they don't take your plate."

Kelly nodded, pushing away from the table, only to reveal the impressive tent she'd popped in her skirt. Sadira laughed.

"Why did you wear a skirt, dummy? Especially without panties? What did you think was going to happen?"

Kelly blushed, trying to push down her straining erection. "I didn't have any pants that would fit! I grew like eight inches of hips overnight!"

"Well just try and, like, tuck it between your thighs? We call that the futa shuffle. That or you could just walk there with your boner swinging back and forth for everyone to see."

Kelly opted for the latter, and fortunately she was long enough that she could get some decent leverage between her thighs, although the feeling of pressing her fat ball sack inbetween them, squished right up against her leaking pussy, was incredibly uncomfortable, not to mention the sensation of her thighs sliding back and forth across the sides of her pole.

She awkwardly waddled down the street, searching for a public bathroom. She finally found one, but by the time she'd gotten into a stall her groin was already starting to prickle and burn with the sensation that every futa dreaded.

She realised as she hurriedly pulled out her prick and began to tug that this was her first scheduled orgasm - up until now she'd been cumming when she felt like it, but this one was being enforced on her. It was no less pleasurable, though, and she let the sensation flow through her, knees shaking, mouth slack, one hand stroking up and down the length of her cock and the other snaking behind her heavy sack to stroke at her leaking pussy.

She squealed as the orgasm took her by surprise, skipping the normal sensation of build-up and firing without warning. She flexed her kegels muscles and went cross-eyed with the force of the cumshot, a ropy strand of cum arcing out and splattering against the tile wall and dripping down onto the cistern. Her muscles flexed again and a second shot arced over the toilet before she pulled her bucking dick down and aimed into the bowl, quivering as she let down her massive load, then fell back against the door with a dazed smile.

Kelly looked down at the mess she'd made of the cubicle. With a sigh, she started paying out paper from the dispenser.

Sadira had nearly finished her meal when Kelly sat back down.

"Kel, your hair's a mess, and I think you got cum on your skirt."

"I don't think it'd be possible to care less. I'm hungry."

She took a gulp of her coke. Sadira giggled, and Kelly cast a glance askance at her. "What? I'm thirsty too!"

"I'm sure you are. Lose some fluid in there?"

Kelly nodded. "Sadira, I came like a firehose. Is it going to be like that every time?"

"Every time you leave it till the last minute, absolutely. You're just going to have to get used to your schedule. If you're going out, maybe you should set your timer for a little extra?"

Kelly started wolfing down her food. The morning had left her utterly starved, and even cold the Thai felt good in her stomach.

"So a few friends and I are going to the movies tonight. You're welcome to come with us if you want?"

"Friends like us?"

"What? Oh, no, it's not a sex thing. Not EVERYTHING I do is so I can empty my balls."

"Who are you and what have you done with Sadira?"

She cracked up laughing. "Okay, maybe that was a lie. Seriously though, this is just a movie. You in?"

Kelly tho about it. "I might stay in, I think. I'm still not used to this" she waved her hands vaguely, "this whole thing."

"I understand. It hit me for six when it first happened, too. You should just stay in tonight and fap your little heart out."

Sadira talking about sex was getting her hot and bothered again, so she threw herself back into her food. Keeping her mind off sex was really difficult, even this soon after cumming. It was like the dirty thoughts were just constantly sloshing around in the back of her mind, waiting for the faintest crack in her composure to come rushing back in. She was already finding her attention wandering to the other customers at the restaurant, hunting out cleavage and tight asses and strong muscles. Sadira looked on with a wry smile.

"Hard to resist, isn't it? Come on, finish up and I'll take you home.'


The rest of the afternoon and evening passed without incident. Kelly spent most of it in front of the computer, surfing for porn and squeezing out orgasm after orgasm, sometimes not even pausing for a break after one toe-curling cum before starting on the next. A hunger gnawed deep inside her, and trying to get her fill only made the hunger worse. It felt good, better than anything she'd ever felt before, but each orgasm was tinged with the knowledge that the cum would barely have a chance to get cold before she wanted to shoot off again.

It was somewhere in the sixth hour of straight self-love that her other needs finally overcame her libido and she staggered away from the computer, hand aching, mouth parched and stomach growling. She took the brief interlude of making some food to reflect on just what was happening to her. Cum was drying on her crotch and down her thighs, and there was a massive sticky puddle of the stuff under her desk from where she'd run out of tissues somewhere in hour three and just stopped giving a damn about the mess. She couldn't even sit down and relax, because without something to distract her the thought of the last porno she'd watched flooded back into her head, her cock rallying back like she hadn't touched it in days.

Was she really going to try to go back to school like this? She thought for a moment. Of course she was. It'd be a struggle, but nothing worth doing was easy, right?

She sighed, putting down her toast and draining her glass of water as her cock gave a desperate throb, her hand starting to rub before she'd even left the kitchen.

It was the early hours of the morning when she finally closed down her computer and headed to bed, more out of respect for the time than any actual fatigue. At first, she thought it was going to be impossible to fall asleep. Her new breasts made several of her old sleeping positions too uncomfortable to even bother with, and on her back had her cock throbbing and waving in the light breeze through her room. She was too hot for covers, but too sensitive for the open air, leaving her draping the sheets around her sweaty body in a tangled heap.

The lack of distraction led her thoughts towards sex again, visions of Sadira's naked body marching through her head, her memory flashing back to the blowjob she'd received that morning. Unbidden, her hands crept down to her crotch, one snaking behind her balls to play with her sopping pussy, the other wrapping around her shaft and pumping. Her hips thrust up toward the air, a moan escaping her lips as she fell into the fantasy.

Within minutes her pussy tightened up around her fingers, her muscles at the base of her cock straining as she shot hot ropes of cum straight up her body and onto the pillow. She shuddered as the final shot worked its way out, a combination of the release and a sudden wave of fatigue had her pass out.

Her eyes snapped open. Her groin felt like it was burning, her cock straining so hard she felt like it was going to snap in two. She grit her teeth and wrapped her hand around it. She was so hard it almost hurt to rub, each stroke of her hand bringing a pulse that tugged hard at muscles that were already overtaxed.

Her orgasm hit her without warning. One moment she was stroking, the next a thick rope of cum was firing from her cock, her body taking a second to catch up to her orgasm before she even started to buck. Her cock heaved, spraying cum into the air, up her body, across the sheets, leaving her lying in a cooling, sticky puddle. One last deep, rattling breath, and she passed back out, still holding her cock.

Kelly's eyes shot open again, the burning, straining sensation in her crotch worse than ever. She turned over to look at her alarm cock as her fingers wrapped around her girth again, groaning as she realised she'd only been asleep for an hour. She started to work away at her aching loins again, caught between arousal and exhaustion.


Sadira and Emily stepped out of Sadira's car, making their way up the little gravel path into the middle of Kelly's apartment complex. Emily pushed an errant strand of blond hair out of her face before smoothing down her sundress.

"Shouldn't we have called first?"

Sadira locked up and adjusted her pants. "I did. Three times. Kelly hasn't been answering her phone. She hasn't turned up to classes in a week, she's not on Facebook and I haven't seen her at the club at all. Something's wrong."

Sadira rapped on the door. Both girls stood in silence for a moment, waiting for a hint of life from inside. When none was forthcoming, she thumped on the door, far harder, the hinges shaking slightly. The girls heard a small groan from inside, some footsteps, and the door flew open.

Kelly stood at the door, dishevelled and cantankerous. Her normally carefully-maintained appearance was now in tatters. Blond roots were showing up under her black-dyed hair. Her eyes were deeply sunken and grey. She appeared to be wearing nothing except a large hoodie, her cock poking out from under the hem, glistening with cum.

Sadira noted that even under the hoodie, Kelly was obviously curvier than she'd been a week ago. Futas tended to hourglass out instead of chunk up when they gained weight, and Kelly definitely had a little more bounce to her bust and junk in her trunk.

"What is i- oh, it's you guys. Hi."

"Hey Kel. We hadn't seen you in a while and we just wanted to check on you."

She looked back into the apartment, then back out into the sunlight, squinting. "I'm fine. Peachy. Never better. Did you want something, or..."

Sadira and Emily looked at each other. They'd never heard Kelly this cranky or rude before. Emily leaned in. "We just want to come in and see our friend?"

"I'm kind of busy-"

"With what? We never even see you lately!"

"Y-you know... Stuff..."

Her hand had already strayed down to her cock, rubbing lightly along the underside and teasing the eye with her thumb. Sadira sighed.

"Kel, you can jerk off in front of us. Hell, I might join in if I feel like it. Come on, babe, let us in."

The screen door creaked open and Sadira stepped in, pulling Kelly into a tight hug. Emily, of course, contented herself with a wave.

Kelly plopped down onto the couch, spreading her legs and starting where she'd left off. Sadira and Emily sat and watched the moaning futa for a few minutes.

Emily broke the silence. "So um. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Panting, Kelly snappily replied "What does it look like?"

"No, I mean, like, in general. Are you having fun with the whole thing?"

Kelly went to sigh, but it turned into a moan halfway. "No. It fucking sucks. I'm so tired of cumming. Like, it feels good, but I just want to do something ELSE for a little while!"

Her other hand snaked around behind her balls to finger her pussy as she went on. "I can't go out, I can't go to the movies, I can't even get involved in a TV show that runs too long unless I make sure to cum just as it's starting! Do you know how fucking much I just want, like, a three hour nap? Forget even a night of sleep, just a three hour nap, and I can't even have that because of this stupid dick!"

Sadira did truly feel sorry for her friend, but on the other hand there was also an impressively sexy futa jerking off right in front of her, and her cock was forming a throbbing outline against her jeans. Emily had also carefully rearranged her crotch, tenting out against her dress; Emily had to be careful to give her futahood a lot of breathing room. She took a deep breath, composing herself.

"Why don't you just let it grow?"

Kelly paused for a moment, then yelped and went back to masturbating. "Let it grow?"

Sadira had unzipped her fly, pulling out her cock, another hand snaking up her shirt to grope at one breast. Emily swallowed, blue eyes darting back and forth between the two.

"Yes, I had a friend who had some issues with her schedule. Not as bad as you, but she was pretty tired of it. She let herself grow about a foot, and now her schedule's better than Sadira's. They've got a lot of options now for girls who want to grow, like, clothes and stuff."

Kelly let the idea of a extra foot sink in as she kept stroking. The idea was completely alien at first, the idea of having to tote around nearly two feet of cock, but for the sake of having the rest of her life back...

She started to picture herself that big. Getting her hands on that much pulsing meat. She'd always wanted to be a futa, right? Why not be the most futa she could possibly be? It was picturing herself riding someone, massive cock swaying with the motion of her sweating body, that brought her over the edge, comprehensively shooting off all over the floor.

Emily took a seat next to Kelly on the couch, drawing her tongue up the girl's cheek with a shiver. "So did you think about it?"

Kelly nodded, stroking Emily's breast through her dress, bringing out a moan from the girl. "Yeah. I'm gonna do it."

Emily giggled. "After we drain you dry first!"


Kelly spent the next day researching futa growth inbetween bouts of indulging her needs. She'd decided that the best way to do it was to remove any temptation to masturbate - after eating her fill and drinking a ton of water, she'd instructed Sadira to handcuff her to the bedhead and, as an afterthought, tie her ankles to the bottom in case it got long enough for her to try and suck.

"Now remember, no matter what I say, you leave me in here for three hours, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it Kel. You want a four-hour schedule, no negotiation. Besides, I've invited Sarah over, we're gonna have some fun. Maybe you might spice up the sex with a few moans for us?"

Kelly laughed. "I'll do my best. Okay, close up the handcuffs."

Sadira clicked the cuffs together and quickly tested the lock. "Okay. Tight as a virgin pussy. You're not going anywhere until I come back."

She gave Kelly a quick kiss, then closed the door behind her. Kelly's mind wandered almost immediately, picturing what she was going to look like after her growth. Her hand jerked subconsciously to start rubbing, and the handcuff chain clanked against the iron bedhead.

Within minutes, the prickling started in her cock and balls. She'd never appreciated quite how it felt, having spent most of her time feeling it getting her pants off, until she'd just given up wearing pants. It was like pins and needles, but instead of numbness, all the sensations in her body were amplified.

Her cock throbbed angrily, the prickling intensifying. Her breathing quickened as she realised this was it; she was starting to grow.

It throbbed again and she heard a faint noise, a crackling, leathery sound. Pain shot down the length of her cock. She sat watching her cock, and she was almost sure she could see it growing, even as her body yearned to cum. She rattled the handcuffs again, the pleasure almost unbearable, but she'd set herself up too well to do anything but stare.

The throbbing strained at her muscles. She could almost swear she was seeing her cock swell, but that'd be too fast. She tried to lay back and think of something else, but the sensation of growth was unlike any arousal she'd felt in her entire time as a futa. It filled her body and mind, made even vital processes like breathing seem trivial compared to the need in her cock.

She first suspected something was wrong about ten minutes in. She must have already grown a good three inches. A little bit of fuzzy mental arithmetic put that at three feet by the end of the hour. That couldn't be right at all.

The bed was soaked in sweat. Her body glistened with it as she writhed on the sheets, a full foot of rigid cock swinging back and forth. Her breasts had started prickling a few minutes ago too; she'd known some futa grew bigger breasts when they grew but hadn't stopped to think she might be one of them.

"Sadira?"

No answer. She struggled against the bonds again for a little bit. "Sadira?!"

"Hey, what are you doing? No exceptions, remember? You just sit there and grow, girl!"

Kelly moaned in frustration. She was sure her chest already felt heavier, and her cock was continuing its determined march upward. Outward, too; it was definitely thicker than when she'd started. By the time the wall clock showed half an hour had passed she'd already doubled in length. Her boobs jiggled back and forth on her chest, growing so heavy they were beginning to slide off the side of her body. Sweating and mewling, she kept struggling at the handcuffs, rattling the chains against the bedhead. She squeezed her thighs together, wiggling in the growing puddle underneath her hips, and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm for a moment.

The clock ticked on. Kelly had tried calling out to Sadira again, but eventually all she heard back in reply was moans after Sadira's girlfriend turned up. An hour and a half in, her growth had continued unabated. The shock of watching her cock swaying back and forth, standing up over three feet toward the ceiling, was almost enough to make her forget the pain her chastity was causing. Her muscles strained to hold it up, and as it grew it slowly began to droop downward. Kelly had tried reaching up with her head to greet the oozing tip but she wasn't flexible enough with her arms bound, and wasn't helped by the weight of her newly-grown boobs holding her down. They were so large they actually rested on the bed when her back was against the mattress.

With ten minutes to go, she'd given up struggling. All her energy was being devoted to growing, and what little she had left had been used up struggling. She didn't even have the energy to lift her face up the last few inches it'd take before she could lick the massive pulsing shaft of her cock. It wasn't even the head - the head had left her behind a long time ago, leaking precum out onto the pillow behind her where her arms rest. The strain on her groin was immense, and though she couldn't see past her cock and the massive, pumpkin-sized mounds of her tits, the weight of her balls resting on her thighs that suggested they'd swollen up massively.

She couldn't believe what she'd done. For the sake of a few hours of sleep, she'd turned herself into a freak. How could she go outside this big? Where was she going to put it that wouldn't get her arrested for indecent exposure? Where was she going to get clothes from? What was she going to DO?!

Sadira checked her watch, and opened up the door. It had been hard ignoring Kelly's crying out, but it was what she'd been told to do.

"Okay, babe, it's been three hours, time to-"

She stopped dead. Kelly lay panting on the bed, her legs cradling a unbelievable four-foot cock and a pair of outsize balls that perched on her curvy thighs like jostling fleshy cantaloupes. Her breasts jutted out from either side of her chest, filling up the rest of the bed and even starting to hang slightly over the edges. She could barely see Kelly's sweaty face between the massive trunk of her penis and the curve of her breasts, and there was a thick pool of precum sitting on the pillow behind her.

"Kelly what the fuck happened?"

Kelly groaned, shifting her head around to look at Sadira with heavily-lidded eyes.

"I... I grew."

Lab Accident 2 - Reproducible

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Lab Accident - Research

(Warning: this entry is a fair bit freakier than my regular stuff. Still, if you like my work, show your appreciation by buying a book!)

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Olivia! What’s happening?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Futanari World: Victoria's Growth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Victoria? Are you down here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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