The New Priestess

“You have to pick a new priestess. It’s been centuries.”

A small, bipedal fox stared up into the branches of a large tree, a tree so large and bushy and perfect that it looked more like an artist’s impression of a tree. Up in the branches laid a stripe-furred raccoon dog, swishing its bushy tail as it stared up into the sky with its forepaws behind its head.

“Don’t want to. Haven’t found the right girl yet.”

The fox huffed. “Tanuki, if you don’t pick one, none of us can! It’s your turn, just find a girl!”

Tanuki rolled over, spreading his forepaws grandly. “Kitsune, you might be willing to bestow your gifts on just any random trollop, but I am a man of refinement and elegance. I create Art, and Art requires only the finest canvas. When such a canvas arrives, I assure you, my friend, I will-“

His nose twitched and his eyes flicked to the side. Kitsune followed his eyes. “What?”

Tanuki grinned again. “Come with me!”

**

The sun beat down on the stone path leading up the mountain from the spirit shrine. Malke wiped her brown, flicking away the layer of sweat. Kimiko bounced her way up the path like it was a treadmill. Malke had originally been excited to join her friend on a hike up the mountain as part of her holiday to Japan, but something about it had her utterly defeated. Her rail-thin legs wobbled, her chest heaved, her bushy brown hair was slick with sweat.

“Kimmy, I can’t keep going. Can we head back?”

Kimiko’s brow wrinkled. “Seriously? We’ve barely started! I want to get a picture at the top of the mountain!”

“I can’t do it. I need to stop. I feel really weird.”

Kimiko groaned. Malke had assured her she’d be fine with a short hike. “Well, I’m not stopping. You go back. I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

Malke trudged back along the path to the shrine, leaving Kimiko to continue on without her. She didn't regret the decision - even now she was still feeling short of breath, and her legs were starting to ache.

Halfway back, though, it had gotten worse. Far worse than she'd ever felt after a low-impact walk. Sweat was drenching her tank-top, dripping from her face. Beyond just aching, her body felt... full. Like she'd overeaten, but not just her stomach, every inch of her. There was a stream a little way off the path, and she made her way down to it, groaning the whole time, before she knelt down next to it and splashed some water on her face.

Christ, I need to get more sleep. Look at those dark circles. She furrowed her brow, realising she hadn't seen them when she got ready that morning. These were so dark she looked like she'd been punched in both eyes. I didn't hit myself on anything... What the fuck?

The sensation of fullness surged, like she'd squeezed in dessert. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. In fact, there was a pleasant aspect to it. She sat down on the soft grass next to the stream, legs spread, trying to catch her breath and get on top of the strange sensations flooding through her.

As she sat down, she felt the waist and cuffs of her shorts cut into her slightly. She wiggled, trying to reseat them, but the pressure didn't go away. They weren't just sitting improperly, they actually felt too tight. She took a deep breath, and went wide-eyed as she felt her t-shirt grow tight around her torso. Looking down, she realised her shirt, that had been reasonably loose when she'd packed it, was now quite full - of her.

The first thing she noticed was her boobs looked humongous. Compared to the flabby little B cups she'd had earlier, now there was easily an extra cup size straining against her shirt. Underneath it, her tummy had never been flat, exactly, but it had never been this round. She poked herself gently, and gasped as she realised that the new flesh her shirt was stretched over was indeed hers. She shuffled backwards against the grass and groaned as her shorts grew even tighter. Her hips were starting to bulge over the sides and the cuffs were cutting into the flesh of her thighs.

Have I... gained weight? She grabbed her stomach with both hands, the motion pressing her newly-swollen breasts together and upwards. Her flesh was soft and warm, noticeably warm even for the sun-dappled day, and touching it caused delicious pleasure to slowly spread out into her body. She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts and even through the t-shirt the sensation brought up a squeaky moan from the back of her throat.

They felt good. Ever since Suzie Cross had let her feel up her E-cup tits years ago at camp, Malke had dreamed of what it'd be like to have her own pair of big, fat, fleshy funbags. Nothing she'd dreamed could compare to the real thing. A quick grope of a friend's bra-clad breasts, even if they were bigger, couldn't compare to the way her fingers sunk into her own warm, doughy flesh, the firm springiness of the skin, and most of all the delightful tingling warmth that spread out from them into her body as her hands gently mauled them.

She sat playing with her boobs in a dazed stupor, gasping and moaning, not realising that they were continuing to swell even as she groped them. The bottom of her chubby belly was now peeking out the bottom of the shirt, and flesh was bulging wherever it could out of her shorts. She started to slip it up, grunting as her expanding flesh fought back, until her breasts dropped heavily out of the fabric and she was able to slip it up and over her head.

Okay, that... was the titty drop to end all titty drops. Am I getting bigger? She palmed her breasts again and they were definitely bigger than when she'd started playing with herself. When she let them go, they slapped down heavily against the top of what was now unquestionably a big, soft tummy. She stretched her legs and went wide-eyed as the button of her shorts, already under immense pressure, finally burst.

"Sh-shit! I'm huge!" She looked down at her rising belly through the cleft of her bloated breasts, down to the smooth skin of her swelling thighs. She could hear the denim of her shorts creaking with every movement of her body. She spread her legs apart, and then shrieked as they instantly split down the sides and down the rear, leaving them little more than scraps of fabric stretched across the enormity of her butt.

She reached down to slide them off, but between the unfamiliar bulk of her upper body and how tightly the remaining denim was stretched around her curves, she had to eventually resort to tearing what was left off. Freed from their prison, her fleshy hips spread outwards along the grass. Even with her legs at a slight angle to each other, the tops of her thighs were now pressing together, and their rubbing against each other as she tried to reposition herself was almost as good as how it had felt to grope herself.

She grabbed her tummy, her fingers sinking into the new flesh, and more of that delicious relaxing warmth spread out - not as much as when she'd touched her tits but enough that could happily have sat rubbing her new belly all day. A quick test with one hand brought the same sensation from one of her still-growing hips. It was like every square inch of her plush and growing-plusher body was pleasurably sensitive.

She leaned forward, accidentally trapping her hand in a warm cleft between her tummy and her thigh, and when she reared back her breasts heaved and bounced, slapping back down against the swell of her belly. Each one was substantially bigger than her head now and pressing her hands into them made them billow on all sides around and practically envelop her hands in warm softness. Each cheek of her ass was bigger than a basketball, and even with her chubby waist growing by the second the width of her hips gave her a spectacular hourglass - just a very wide one.

She kept groping her tits, but before long another sensation started - a prickling that ran up the backs of her hands and up her arms. At the same time, a strange pressure was developing at her crotch, and other points of pressure at the bottom of her spine, over her tailbone, and on either side of the top of her head.

***

Kitsune looked over Tanuki's shoulder at his chosen girl - now easily twice as much girl as had been there earlier. "Why is it that you never choose women who are already, you know, how should I put this... fat?"

Tanuki narrowed his eyes. "Fat? How dare you! She is a Reubenesque work of art! Or, at least, she will be. Still much growing to go."

"Okay, ignoring that, why do you not choose women who are - um, already closer to your desired figure?"

Tanuki grinned, showing off sharp teeth. "Ah, my foxy friend, that is the whole game! Women who already possess such fine curves, this society mocks them for it - they have spent their whole lives learning to hate their own pulchritude! Whereas skinny girls, they know only the pleasure of growth. Especially this one, who already seems enamoured of her own breasts."

Kitsune peered in. "Yes, she does seem to be, doesn't she? Okay. So, when does the next part happen?"

Tanuki grinned again. "It's just about to start!"

***

The pressure between Malke's legs soon became so strong that she couldn't even focus on playing with herself. Grunting, she tried to see what was happening down there, but with a squeak of shock realised that while she wasn't looking she'd grown so large that there was literally no possible way for her to look between her legs without a mirror. She could barely even reach between them, thanks to the way the expanded flesh of her upper arms bumped against her breasts, impeding her from reaching around her new tummy which perched on top of gigantic thighs. She fell onto her back, panting with the effort of trying to reach herself, and realised her giant, round butt was actually propping her hips off the ground.

She rolled over onto her front with a grunt, her tits spreading out underneath her like sexy cushions. Her ass and thighs shook and wobbled with each motion of her body, and when she turned over their momentum nearly kept carrying her over. Even propping herself up on trembling arms, her tits didn't just reach down to the ground, but enough to pool against it. Her stomach brushed the grass. Her ass was the crowning jewel of her body though - with hips four feet across, her cheeks were big enough to stick out two feet behind her, gloriously round and smooth, topping thighs thicker than her entire rail-thin body used to be.

She tried to stagger one leg forward, but just the feeling of her thigh rubbing against whatever was happening under her tummy was enough to make her groan with sensation. It almost felt like her clitoris had expanded and was now being ground between her legs. Propping herself up on her arms also made her notice that her arms looked different where they were tingling. Darker. She sank back down onto her tits and gently ran her fingers down one of her forearms.

It was fur.

“What the fuck?” Malke quickly checked her other arm and confirmed – wiry fur alternating in orange and brown, moving to dark brown across her hands. Suddenly developing a body like a Neolithic fertility idol was one thing, but growing fur pushed it over the top. She pushed herself back up onto her knees, grunting and twitching as whatever was happening between her thighs kept happening, and staggered to her feet, swaying with the unfamiliar motion of her newly-expanded body. Even just turning around involved care she wouldn’t have anticipated, not to mention that even standing her thighs pressed heavily against each other.

She took a few steps toward the river, and on the third or fourth step she felt a slick weight pop out from between her legs with a pleasant buzz, again like her clitoris was being rubbed. Another step and an even larger weight pushed out from her thighs – this time it hurt a little, sending an ache into the pit of her stomach.

The shock made her stumble as she moved forward, and with her new size she wasn’t able to stop herself falling straight down on top of her tits. She felt something underneath her belly, squished between it and the soft grass – something thick and firm. Trying to move forward and rubbing herself against it made her gasp and zone out for a moment. It was sensitive, and it felt like it was tightening her muscles each time it was rubbed. Inching forward, grunting at the sensation, she caught sight of her face in the clear water of the river again – and shrieked.

A pair of rounded animal ears sprouted from either side of the top of her head, covered in brown-and-orange striped fur like her forearms. Long whiskers twitched from her cheeks. Her bushy brown hair had developed orange stripes in it as well. She reached up to the ears and brushed them with her fingertips, confirming that yes, they were real, and she could definitely feel them. Similarly, she brushed the whiskers – her whiskers – and not only could she feel them, but they felt good.

What the fuck is going on?! I need… I need help, someone from the shrine…

She hefted herself onto her knees with a grunt, then stopped again as she felt her thick thighs bump against something – something she could also feel being bumped. She rolled back, coming down on her butt with a hefty thump that set her whole body shaking and bouncing, and stretched forward, slipping her arms under the massive weight of her breasts and pushing them into her stomach to feel between her legs.

Her blood went cold as she felt something warm, and firm, just like she’d established before. The texture in her hands, though, before her belly heaved it out of her hands, was something she’d absolutely felt before. She tried again, sliding her hands under her stomach to reach and grip the thick shaft now protruding from between her thighs. She let out a breath and leaned forward a little bit more, squeezing against herself, to follow the track of loose skin that extended from below it. She didn’t need to go any further to know what that was, but judging by the weight she could feel on her legs, it was immense.

A cock. How had she grown a cock? Why had she grown a cock? She was having fun at first but this was rapidly turning into a nightmare – now she was turning into some big-breasted butterball catgirl with a penis.

She needed help. She needed to find someone who could help. She pushed forward again, trying to heft herself up onto her feet but instead falling forward as she underestimated the impetus of her own body again. This time, it let out more than just a pleasant buzz – she moaned as her flesh pulled back the thick skin of her cock, exposing the sensitive head to the cool grass.

She pushed forward again, her expanded body sloshing against her cock, the shaft squeezed between her pillowy tummy and the cushion-soft ground. All thought of running off to get help left her head as she fell into a rocking rhythm, jacking off her strange new appendage with her own expanded body. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as completely new sensations shorted out her brain.

She barely even noticed as a small tail began to rise from the bottom of her tailbone, rapidly growing in length and developing a thick, fluffy coating of striped fur. Her hands mashed down into the expanse of her gigantic breasts, bringing back that warm, satisfying pleasure as well. Her cock was pulsing and straining, edging closer to release. Her enormous ass cheeks shook and bounced with the motion, straining against her skin with implacable momentum.

Suddenly she shrieked as a number of things happened at once. First, her cock lurched even harder than it had been, pulling so hard against her muscles that it felt like it was going to tear them in half. Second, her balls, which previously had only been notable from the dull ache of them pressing against her meaty thighs, suddenly lanced with heat and pain and rapidly expanded. Third, a tremendous, piping-hot flood of thick pearly fluid exploded out from between her tits, flying over the grass and down into the clear blue waters of the stream. She howled again and another burst of fresh cum escaped from underneath her plump body, her new cock spending itself in the most spectacular fashion.

Fifteen more spine-wrenching, mind-blasting gouts of cum later, a river of the thick goop slowly rolling down the hill to the stream, Malke lay atop her deliciously soft curves, semi-comatose in the afterglow of the first orgasm of her new body. Her whiskers twitched, and her massive fluffy tail draped across her nude back. She heard the crunching of the gravel path up from the stream but couldn’t muster the strength to even look, let alone cover herself.

***

As Kimiko rounded back, heading back towards the shrine after finishing the mountain hike, she noticed an odd amount of activity and bustle. People were heading up the path, running in some cases, some of them not only from the shrine but appearing to be from the neighbouring town.

She stopped a young man in the flowing robes of the shrine, grabbing him by a baggy sleeve. “What’s happening?”

His eyes widened. “You haven’t heard? There’s a new shrine priestess! We haven’t had a new shrine priestess for centuries!”

Kimiko’s heart leapt, and she fell in behind the man in a rapid jog. A shrine priestess, at her shrine! She’d never entirely believed the stories about the shrine priestesses and their magical “blessings,” but she’d wanted to. She definitely had to accept that it was reality when she passed a woman heading the other way, clutching a shirt that was pulled tight over a pair of eye-poppingly huge breasts, ones her outfit clearly had not been designed to comfortably cover that morning.

The blessing of the shrine priestess, or one of them. Beauty, fertility, pleasure, the spirit inside the priestess could bestow it all on her worshippers. The closer she got to the shrine, the thicker the stream of radiantly beautiful, absurdly endowed people became. Some of them had to retire to either side of the path, unable to keep their hands off each other or themselves. Vast, round, perfect tits, trim stomachs, wide hips, thick, leaking cocks and hard muscles abounded – including a few more equally hot but less conventional bodytypes.

She picked up her pace. Her mind was buzzing with possibilities. They said if you were close enough to the priestess – pious enough, dedicated enough, contributed enough to the worship of their spirit, then not only could you receive her gifts but decide on the gifts yourself, even pass them onto others.

She strode through the front gate of the shrine and her jaw dropped. In the centre of the shrine, surrounded by reverent worshippers, sat a jaw-droppingly huge woman. Her vast, fat breasts projected out over a soft, round stomach. Her enormous ass spread out across the stone dais she sat on, joining gargantuan milky-white thighs. Her legs were spread, ending in almost comically tiny feet, and it was what they were spread to accommodate that truly took Kimiko’s breath away.

A shaft as thick as a soda can, fully a foot and a half long, projected out from over testicles each the size of truck tyres. They were held in a loose, almost billowy scrotum that was being lovingly attended to by several worshippers. The fact that the priestess also had round mammalian ears sprouting from the top of her head and a huge plush raccoon tail was almost an afterthought.

Tanuki! She’s a priestess of Tanuki!

The priestess’s dark-ringed eyes were closed in rapture as her attendants all gently rubbed and groped at her overripe body – nothing too energetic, just squeezing, caressing, kisses, licks and sucks. Her cock bucked and pulsed, flicking off huge globs of thick fluid that oozed from the tip, and judging by the mess on the white stone temple floor in front of her, not to mention all over a number of the shrine visitors, she had plenty to spare. One of her attendants, gently stroking the side of her breast, leaned in to her ear.

“Priestess, you have a new visitor…”

She languidly opened her eyes and looked down, then suddenly leaned forward. At the same time, Kimiko gasped with a thrill of recognition.

“Kimmy?”

“Malke?! H-how?”

“I don’t know, I just… it just happened.”

Kimiko’s breathing was slow and reverent as she approached her transformed friend. A gentle blush ran up Malke’s cheeks as she watched Kimiko’s eyes.

“How does it feel?”

Malke sighed deeply and with satisfaction, then moaned lightly as someone squeezed one of her breasts. “It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like… everything just feels right. Like this is what I’m supposed to be.”

Kimiko’s hand brushed over Malke’s stomach, and then up onto her breasts, and the girl grinned. “I’m learning to control it, too. Would you… would you like a blessing?”

Malke’s penis lurched at that statement, making Kimiko’s mouth go dry. The idea of a blessing alone was fantastic, but watching her friend like this, her transformed body, there was a need in the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach like she’d never felt before. Nothing about Malke was something she would have said was attractive before, but somehow she wanted nothing more than her friend’s body.

“I want everything you can give me.”

We All Have Needs

Lucretia burrowed as far back as the hard lecture theatre seat would allow her, trying to keep her composure over the hot fog rising up her body. She knew that trying to come into a lecture with her condition was a terrible idea. A now-familiar savoury, musky smell was assailing her nostrils. Her tongue kept leaving her mouth to glide across her lips, thick, bee-stung glistening mounds that seemed to be plugged directly into her lizard brain, along with the gentle bobbling sensations from her oversized, super-sensitive breasts. She could feel the hunger building in the bottom of her stomach.  The whole suite of sensations were the new normal for an addict.

Her eyes flicked over to a guy sitting at the other end of the row from her. Between the scent gently wafting over to her carried by the air conditioning behind him and the casual stance he took with wide-spread legs, she could tell he was a hit. That sent her mind reeling with intrusive thoughts about what she wanted to do to him, pushing her desk aside and crawling down the aisle until she could shove her face between his spread legs-

She yelped, realising again that she was running her tongue over her deliciously plump lips. Drool was starting to make its way down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and took several deep breaths, but all that made her aware of was how her tits pressed into her too-small shirt. Not for the first time, she cursed the horny little shit who’d flooded her campus with that fucking drug.

Some incel basement goblin science major had managed to develop some sort of drug that he thought was going to get him laid. It got him laid, all right – it made his scent irresistible to women and doubled the size of his cock. It was what happened when his enhanced cum slid down the throat of his first conquest, though, and anyone else who swallowed the spunk of someone who’d taken the drug, that Lucretia was truly regretting.

Soon after learning the effects, he began distributing samples of his concoction around the campus. By the time administration had dealt with him, it was too late – there was a thriving illicit trade in the stuff. Lucretia hadn’t even gone down on someone for her brush with the drug – she’d been the victim of a random load deposited in a burger from the college cafeteria. She’d noticed the strange taste in the burger and spat it out, but it was too late.

The first thing she’d noticed was her mouth felt both wet and parched at the same time. Two cups of soda and a jug of water later and the feeling hadn’t gone away – if anything, it was worse. She found her mouth full of drool if she stopped thinking about it for a while, at the same time as feeling thirstier than she’d ever felt in her life.

The second thing she noticed was starting to catch whiffs of a tantalising scent every so often as she walked around the campus halls – deep, rich, musky and savoury. Smelling it made her salivate even harder, and made her tongue feel swollen and too big for her mouth. However, it was when she licked her lips and nearly fell to her knees with sensation that she had to accept that she’d become incurably addicted to cock.

Lucretia was now one of the many girls on campus with an inexorable need to swallow spunk, and a variety of biological upgrades to assist with that need. The primary, and most inconvenient one, was her new ability to smell the hormones that marked someone as having a penis. The longer it had been since they’d cum, the stronger the scent. It drove into her brain like a railroad spike, pushing aside all other rational thought and instinct, tantalising her with the promise of a chance to fulfil the new need that burned hotter inside her than any other. People who’d taken the virility drug, “hits” as the addicts called them, were even stronger, to the point where she could barely be in the same room as one of them for ten minutes at a time without dropping to her knees.

She realised she was staring at the hit, and he was grinning, meeting her eyes dead-on. He knew, of course. He couldn’t smell her like she could him, but it wasn’t as if the slim girl with the long, straight dark hair and black glasses eyeing him up like prime rib could have been anything else. A pair of K-cup tits and glistening cock-pillow lips whose shape and volume couldn’t possibly have been the creation of any plastic surgeon marked her for what she was. He was lean, with long blond hair and a hint of stubble, but even those vague notes about his appearance washed away when he shifted position, moving his desk to reveal the massive bulge in his jeans.

Her breath rattled in her throat and a string of drool made its way down her chin again. It had been three hours since she’d gotten a load, and between that and the extra-strength cock-chemicals flooding off the grinning man, the last half-dozen brain cells she had still functioning at that point started to shut down. He put his desk aside and sidled down the row to sit next to her, her eyes following the gentle bounce of the mound straining against the denim between his legs. He didn’t say anything, merely opening his fly and pulling his cock out with a relieved grunt.

Lucretia’s new friend must have already been a decent size before he’d taken the drug, because now he was an absolute monster. Over thirteen inches of man-meat slid out of his jeans, the entire pole glistening with the constant stream of precum the enhanced gentlemen started to produce when they’d gone more than half an hour or so without shooting off. At the base of his gargantuan prong was the delayed effect the drug’s creator hadn’t anticipated; a pair of overproductive testicles each the size of a cantaloupe, that not only made sperm but also contributed fluid. They were so productive that their owners had to cum roughly once every four or five hours or they’d end up in crippling pain. Even that often was at absolute best uncomfortable. News of that inconvenience seemed to be one of the only things even somewhat stopping the uptake of the drug.

Lucretia leaned down without even a hint of conscious thought, her overstuffed lips meeting the head of his cock with a gentle kiss, her tongue picking up the wonderful taste of his precum, his scent rising into her nostrils and wreathing her head, expanding to fill the entirety of her existence. She whined as she dragged her lips down his slick shaft, nuzzling her face into the soft skin that joined his scrotum to the base of his dick. She halted for a moment, listening to the gentle gurgling, groaning noises his balls made as they went about their endless work.

It wasn’t as if Lucretia had disliked dicks before she’d been hit by the addiction, but her chemically-enforced craving for cum brought with it a nearly-devout appreciation for them. She couldn’t even be businesslike about her need, something always snapped in her brain and she ended up worshipping at the altar of Penis. Even if her lips hadn’t been as sensitive as her clitoris, the sheer satisfaction involved in having his cock pressed against her face or her mouth alone would have driven her behaviour, and the fact that she could cum just from the contact of a cock on her lips was a bonus.

He groaned, gently running one hand through the top of Lucretia’s hair, the raven locks flowing through his fingers. The professor stopped briefly in his lecture, moving to admonish the pair, then decided better of it. Most of the faculty had ended up having to grudgingly accept the constant refrain of energetic, sloppy blowjobs around campus, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t given some lectures with a cum-addicted slut hidden behind the lectern.

Lucretia’s dick-pillows enveloped the fat head of the man’s cock, rewarding her with a thick flood of precum that slid down her throat like molten gold. She pulled back with a thick, slurping kiss, exulting in the taste for a moment, then suckled the head back into her mouth. As well as being longer he was substantially thicker than the average man, but that was no obstacle to a mouth built for fellatio. Her gag reflex was a thing of the past, so his well-lubricated pole slid down her throat with only the merest hint of resistance, inch by slow, exultant inch, her throat bulging with its passage, until her lips made contact with his groin. She hummed happily, feeling her throat buzz against his flesh, bringing her hands up to cup the bottoms of his oversized balls, feeling their weight and heat. One hand slid off and wrapped around the base of his dick as she slid her mouth back up, replacing the captivity of her throat with long, gentle strokes that practically glided up his shaft between both of their fluids.

He grunted, his breathing growing faster and rougher, mouth dropping open as Lucretia twisted her face gently from side to side as she pulled her mouth back up to just below the ridge of his glans, then plunged it back down again, jerking off half of his cock with her hand and fucking the other half with her throat. Her hips wiggled in her seat as her lips sent playtime shivers straight between her legs. When she bottomed out on him, she could hear the organic sound of his testicles percolating with the load she was so desperately anticipating.

No more than a few minutes later she felt his breathing spike, an extra-loud gurgle from between his legs and a half-choke, half-moan, accompanied by a sudden blast of his cock-scent. She quickly slid her mouth back up so that only the tip remained inside and used both hands to pump his shaft until he moaned loudly and began to shoot off. Hot spunk flooded her mouth, and she just let her brain switch off in the sudden flood of sensation the taste created and allowed her instincts to take over.

Each rope was like taking a shot, and she had to gulp in order to keep up with the high-pressure flow. Even with her finely-tuned instincts, though, rivulets of the pearly goo escaped out either side of her mouth and dripped down her chin. It wasn’t until twenty long, hard, laborious shots later that his flow finally stopped, letting her slump back in a dizzy high.

The sensation of swallowing a load wasn’t orgasmic, exactly. It was beyond that. It was the deepest, most exquisite afterglow in the world. It forcibly relaxed every single part of her body, to the point where she was barely able to move, and certainly couldn’t think. It was better than sex had ever been. By the time she came to, her lover had already zipped himself up and moved back to his seat, without another word. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cum dumpster – and when it made her feel this good, she didn’t even care.

She didn’t listen to another word of the class. All she could do was ruminate on the taste filling her mouth, gently lifting globs of cum from her chin and where it had dripped onto her chest and feeding them into her mouth, moaning as she suckled her fingers with her ridiculous lips. Even in that afterglow, though, she could still smell him – not just from his scent wafting over to her, but rising off her own body, from within her own stomach, her body seemed to be exuding it all on its own, her mind basting in it. She suspected that was what caused the afterglow – the feeling of her own body giving off that irresistible smell.

When the class finally ended she moved out as quickly as possible, averting her eyes from the man she’d just sucked off in the middle of a lecture theatre without a second thought. She really hated the way she lost control, how she could just switch off in a public place and lose herself to cock, but no matter how hard she tried she was never able to maintain her composure unless she’d already gotten her fill just before – and even then, it was a struggle.

Out in the corridor the scent rose again. The campus always had a background scent of dick, but this was different. It was close, and getting closer.

“Lou! Am I glad to see you!”

She groaned. Kurt had been an acquaintance of hers before the drug incident on campus. He was in a similar boat to her with respect to the drug – his new form hadn’t been his choice, but had instead been the efforts of a now-ex girlfriend.

His body had, if anything, taken far too well to the drug. He was big, even for a hit, his balls not too far shy of a foot across each accompanying fifteen full inches of thick man-meat that practically drooled rivers of baby batter as thick as shampoo. She could practically taste every ounce of it, just waiting to be dumped down her throat.

He wiped his brow, looking over his shoulder. “I think I lost them. Jeez.”

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but only filling her lungs with more of his musk. “Another mob of dick-crazy girls?”

“They’re insane, Lou. Like, they know what my cum is going to do to them, but they still follow me around begging to suck my dick.”

“Because you smell like a walking orgasm.” Lucretia was able to say around a mouthful of drool. Most hits smelled tantalising to even regular girls, but Kurt’s high-intensity reaction to the drug made him attract a harem behind him everywhere he went.

He groaned, slumping onto a bench next to them. His legs automatically spread to make room, revealing his rigid dick and gigantic balls straining against his jeans. In order to find a pair large enough to fit his new endowment he’d had to take up a pair made for a much larger man – so they were drum-tight around his balls but billowed around his legs, except where the stem of his erect cock pushed against the thigh. The extra room wasn’t able to stop them from becoming totally saturated with precum on the inseam.

“This fucking sucks. Why would anyone do this to themselves?”

“You’re just upset, Kurt. You probably need to c-cummm. Y-yeah, how long has it been since you, mm, came?” She couldn’t help herself, just saying the words prompted a fresh flood of drool from behind her overstuffed lips.

He groaned again. “Ugh. You’re right. Three hours, and a lot of that was spent with girls rubbing up against me that I can’t fuck. It’s like some sort of ironic curse, made irresistible to women but I end up spending half my day jerking off?”

Lucretia tried to avoid picturing it, and failed. Her breath rattled as her thick, glistening lips fell slack. “Mmph, a-at least you can t-take care of your own needs alone? Doing something that, mmm, you did all the time anyway? Do you know how hard-” she whined a little bit at that word, “it is to control myself?”

He sighed. “Yeah but you’re not getting worse. The drug’s still going, they said. The guy who made the shit has balls bigger than watermelons now.

Lucretia actually moaned before catching herself. Kurt gave her a side-eye. “What? Sorry, Kurt, I’m hard-wired-“ she stopped to slurp up some drool, “-for that to be hot.”

“Seriously? How big would you want them to get?”

She turned around, shaking her chest from side to side. “How big would you want my tits to get?”

She watched his cock lurch, belching out a huge load of precum that rolled down the denim and down his pant leg. They met eyes for a moment, before Kurt began the laborious process of removing his jeans. It wasn’t enough to just unzip, he had to unzip, unbutton, and slide his jeans down far enough to make room to extract the entirety of his shaft. Lucretia watched in rapt attention, salivating at both the sight and the scent of the rivers of clear slime clinging to his flesh.

He grunted in relief as he reached down and, using two hands, extracted one of his testicles from their fabric prison. The skin around it was loose and thick, but totally devoid of hair as the follicles failed to keep up with its expansion. Lucretia could hear it sloshing and gurgling even from where she was standing as it ceaselessly produced cum. He extracted the second with equal effort, allowing his scrotum to drop down heavily to halfway down his calves.

He said something at that point, but Lucretia couldn’t hear him. Her brain was thudding with the waves of scent rolling off his genitals, strings of drool were dripping from her lips, and her knees were trembling with the effort of just staying upright when every single instinct in her transformed body was to drop to them.

She gave in, sinking to the ground in front of him, her tongue lolling from her mouth. It hadn’t gone unchanged, growing longer, thicker and stronger, providing her another option in her endless array of cock-pleasing additions. She put it to use dragging it up the underside of Kurt’s expanded shaft, gathering up precum until she could gulp down a thick load of it, shuddering as the musky, savoury flavour hit her taste buds and slid down her throat. She laboriously cleaned every drop of it from his dick, going back for a second and third go, but the more she teased him the harder his balls worked. His breathing was laboured, sweat was rolling down his face, and his expression betrayed both pleasure and pain.

“L-lou, p-please, just make… stop teasing…”

She dropped her head for a moment, closing her eyes and indulging in the sound of his balls working even harder than when he’d unzipped, a constant gurgling and churning that sent bolts of pleasure straight between her legs. She started planting sucking kisses on them, moaning as the soft skin pressed around her face, losing herself in a sea of warm, man-scented flesh.

She felt him moving, hearing him grunt over the gurgling, and looked up to see both of his hands wrapped around his shaft and pumping. A huge glob of precum belched from the tip, rolling down his fingers and dripping straight onto Lucretia’s face as she looked up, her body responding by twitching hard as her pussy spasmed. Her hunger spiked, and spurred her on to finally extract the load she’d been churning up inside him.

She pushed upwards, lifting her top at the same time, her breasts catching and then falling with a hefty slap against her torso, then pushed them together and dragged them up the length of his shaft, grinning as she displaced his hands. Despite the effort she’d put into cleaning him he was slick with lubrication again already, and her breasts moved almost entirely without friction as she rubbed them in circles until her mouth was level with the tip of his cock. Her pillowy lips parted, pressing against the glans, suckling him into her mouth with a tight seal. Her mouth stretched around his girth, so massive that even her oral-focused transformation was pushed to its limits to accommodate him. She grunted and began to push forward, but she felt his hand on the top of her hair.

“N-no, use mmph-your tits too…”

She couldn’t resist an instruction while she had cock in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and focused on her breasts again, getting into a gentle but determined rhythm. Tit-fucking wasn’t anywhere near as satisfying as giving head for her, but Kurt was excessively big and even her transformed anatomy had trouble coping with his size – it wasn’t that she couldn’t bottom out on him, but it took time and effort. Bringing her overgrown breasts into play, on the other hand, still felt pretty good and extracted what she really wanted from the process much more efficiently. Also, Kurt was full to bursting and the poor boy needed to cum yesterday.

She combined the slow, deliberate kneading of her breasts with suckling kisses around the tip and down the underside of his dick, moaning happily as she gulped down globs of precum that flowed freely from the slit. Kurt gasped, slamming the bench next to him with a twitching fist, the other hand across his eyes as his head lolled backwards. Lucretia picked up her pace, her breasts slick with fluid, looking up at Kurt with hooded eyes as she began changing her pattern, sometimes rubbing from side to side, sometimes holding them together, sometimes rubbing them up and down in an alternating method, all paired with deep, sensual kisses and licks.

 His eyes snapped open, his mouth gaping as though he was trying to say something but not able to produce anything but strangled gasps and moans. His dick lurched with almost terrifying strength, Lucretia able to hear a deep gurgle from his balls that heralded what she’d been waiting for.

His cock lurched a few more times, the man stuck in the magic valley between receiving enough stimulation to bring on his orgasm but before actually cumming, with the added effect of having to wait for his body to pump and prepare the fluid for his oncoming gigantic cumshot. In Kurt’s case, he was so big and overproductive that it literally took five to ten seconds for this to happen, especially when he’d been putting it off, leaving him stuck in a torturous pseudo-orgasm where he came without actually shooting off.

He howled, thick off-white fluid beginning to jet so hard from the end of his cock that it actually hit the ceiling before dripping down onto the top of Lucretia’s head. She gasped, both in pleasure and frustration that she’d completely missed an entire load, and leaned back to point his cock directly at her. She squealed happily as his next shot, even more powerful, hit her straight in the chest, cum spraying up across her face and arms and dripping down between her heaving tits. She let another one hit her in the same fashion, revelling in the sensation of being coated in spunk, before leaning forward and wrapping her absurd lips around his cock in preparation for the rest of his load.

It was like sucking on a firehose. If her previous tryst’s orgasm had been difficult for her to cope with, then she had no chance dealing with the entirety of Kurt’s ultra-powered ejaculations. Jets of cum sprayed from either side of her mouth and leaked down into her cleavage, but it didn’t matter, because she was being filled to the brim with what she needed. Cock-musk was so thick in the air around her that she could practically have scooped chunks out of it with a spoon. Kurt’s balls growled and groaned like a hundred empty stomachs, the boy’s orgasm so powerful that he couldn’t think or speak.

Kurt’s cumshots were heavier and his orgasm went for even longer than her last tryst. His dick stayed in action for at least forty shots, and by the time he was done her stomach was groaning with the amount of goo she’d gulped down and her face and chest resembled a glazed donut. He slumped back, panting like he’d run a marathon, while Lucretia serenely scooped rapidly-cooling wads of jizz into her mouth, before lifting her tits to lick and suck whatever she could reach off them. Kurt opened his eyes to the sight of the dark-haired slut sucking cum off her oversized tits with her sumptuous lips, and almost immediately his softening shaft pulsed and ejected another gob of fluid that dripped down onto her face. She looked up, caught between need and frustration.

“Really?”

“What? You’re hot, and you fucking teased me till I nearly burst. One cum isn’t going to empty me.”

She heard his testicles gurgle, and the endless hunger surged again.

A Parturient Surprise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's that hot?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus Christ, Aimee.

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Used to it? To what?"

"To guys avoiding me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Will you be going back after?"

"After what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not pregnant."

"Come again?"

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

"I'm... very confused."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shifted uncomfortably again. So this story is legit?

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. Exactly."

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

"Are you okay?"

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

"You've been pretty candid so far."

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

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

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

"Of boobs?"

"Of, well. Everything?"

"Everything?"

"Boobs, butts, belli- uh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Why are you sorry?"

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

"What else am I?"

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

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

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

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

"Um. Moreso, if anything."

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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



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

"Does it feel good?"

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

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

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

"It's fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really? They do that to you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're a goddess."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He held her tightly. "Only almost?"

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

"How're things with you and Lew?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Big - College Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cindy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

Fuck, I overslept!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You call this legal?"

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her pussy was swollen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you were a futanari."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"M-my ass..."

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

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

Slap. "More!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that fun? Being filled like that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have any questions?"

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

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

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

"Don't fuck this up, Vivian."